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Stranger

By: flutterbyspirit



Edited by Angel Love

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Grocery shopping blaaahhhhh, how mundane and it had always been, until...

Walking up and down the aisles was the same thing as usual, but today for some reason I felt as though someone was watching me. I kept looking around trying to see who it was or if it was my imagination. Even though I saw no one the feeling just wouldn't go away.

Then I noticed you. Weren't you in the last aisle and the one before that? 

Of course, you were doing your shopping too. I glanced down at your trolley and the only thing in it was a pack of condoms and personal lubricant. The thoughts that flashed through my mind made me blush. I forced myself to look away, hoping my mind wasn't easily read at that moment. God how long had it been since I'd had the chance of an encounter outside the bedroom? A smile came on my face as I said to myself. Way too long!!!

I continued on. Suddenly there you are heading toward me. Staring straight at me and I then recognised that feeling and it was you all along I'd felt watching me. I checked you out, and liked what I saw. Was it true what they say about meeting guys in supermarkets? That they are really looking for someone for a little fun. 

Well hell, what the heck!

I looked up and smiled at you and you smiled back. OK, that's first contact. I then said Hi as sweetly as I could. Right then my mind was moving way too fast to think of anything wittier. For some reason I felt very attracted to you. Could it be the cute smile or the blue eyes that I could imagine getting lost in? You slowed and as we passed you stopped. We started chatting and amazingly our conversation just flowed. We both seem totally comfortable with each other. 

We continued on shopping together and I made a comment about you obviously not wanting to live on much, your trolley still only containing the 2 items. You blushed slightly and said, "I had to get your attention somehow." 

We laughed and I suggested you lose the trolley and put your items in with mine. For an hour we wandered the aisles not really looking at anything and not even getting any thing new, just chatting and laughing. 

Finally we couldn't find any more excuses to continue shopping and headed to the checkouts. After paying for everything you walked me to my car. Shouldn't warning bells have gone off? Allowing a total stranger to come with me into what we then found was a deserted car park. I couldn't help but laugh when I realised the only 2 cars there were yours and mine and they just happened to be side by side in a darkened corner. 

I asked you if you planned our meeting and you gave me the cutest of smiles and said, "I was hoping so." 

Again no alarm bells. As a joke I asked if you had been following me long. "You laughed out loud and replied, "Only every day for the last 3 weeks." Was that a joke or the truth?

As we got to the car I put my groceries in the boot. Now I thought, 'dam I have no more excuses to keep him here.' 

So I started to say goodbye. As I looked up, you bent down and kissed me. My breath was taken away; I pulled back slightly to see if you were feeling the same shock as I was at such a reaction. My question was soon answered as you pulled me to you and our lips met again. That time with more ferocity. Our desire and arousal seemed instantaneous. 

We were so in sync as our lips parted and our tongues sought the other out. An urgency between us was apparent, the need and wanting burned between us. Your tongue danced around mine as your hands explored my body. Mine just as easily glided all over yours. We pulled away long enough to decide which car it should be and we fell into the back seat of your car. I said a silent prayer of thanks that this dark corner had been the only vacant spot when I arrived earlier.

We fumbled and seemed all fingers as we try to get each others clothes off and ended up in fits of giggles as our efforts seemed more of a hindrance than a help. Without saying another word we decided undressing ourselves is so much more beneficial. At that point.

Finally we were naked. Our hands wandered and caressed each other as our lips met again. I push myself to you as your fingers found my hardened nipples. You tweaked and pinched each, making them harder. I felt a wave of arousal start to build as I found your hard cock and wrapped my fingers around it. Instantly, you pulled back just a little, allowing me to enjoy your full length as I started to caress and pull you. 

Both of us knew it would be so easy to climax fast but we wanted this encounter to last. Not only in our memories but also in the act.

I moaned as I felt your fingers on the lips of my pussy. Small electric shocks surged through me as I opened my legs for you, wanting you to explore me. Your fingers found my clit, hard and welcoming. I quickly became moist as you began to massage me, caressing the length of my gash. I instantly tightened my fingers around your shaft, pulling, up and down your entire length. As I reached your knob I loosened my fingers and lazily played with your eye with my finger nail. So smooth. I licked my finger wanting to have just a taste of you and returned it your knob where the moisture helped to spread your pre-cum. 

My moan then turned to a groan as I felt your fingers enter me. You were so willing to explore and excite me more. Instinctively we started to pump. You with your fingers delving deep inside me. Me again wrapping my hand around you. Wanting you to feel as though you were deep inside my pussy. We got lost in the motions as we both reached higher and higher in our arousal. All the time our lips hadn't parted our tongues emulated the actions of our hands.

You pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes. I melted and geo lost as you moved me around so that I could straddle you. As I lowered myself onto your knob I felt you tongue close around my breast on my erect nipples. We gasped together as your swelling knob forced my lips open and you entered me. How easily my cunt swallowed you. Greedily I wanted you deep inside me. Your hands were now at my hips guiding me up and down, riding you slowly, feeling your length gliding in and out. 

I totally relaxed to your guidance as I felt the intensity building inside. Together we increased our pace. Me riding you while your cock assaulted my cunt, giving yourself to me deeply. The first wave hit me and I instantly tightened the muscles of my pussy, surrounding your now throbbing cock. I felt you swell knowing soon your juices will be flowing just as mine are about to. You changed the pace wanting to prolong this amazing ride. You pulled me up and down your full length again and again. Oh God, you buried yourself so deep inside me. I couldn't stop myself any longer as I whispered and told you I'm cumming. My juices flowed over your cock, completely coating your still swellied and throbbing cock. 

Incredibly as the first wave finished I felt the second not starting off small but leaving off where the other ended. Then you told me with your eyes you were about to explode in me. Together our pace increased, your thrusts became deeper, faster, harder, I matched you as again I lost my battle to prolong the inevitable feeling about to overwhelm me. Suddenly you pulled me down on you hard holding me there. You then gyrated as your cock seemingly alive, finding every spot possible inside my cunt making me groan an animalistic groan as we came together. The explosion wracked our bodies, both shuddering from such an intense joining.

Our juices flowed, combining, as we slowed down and savoured the feeling. Again we kissed, this time tenderly for what seemed a lifetime. As we parted and I dismounted, our hands and fingers entwine. You squeezed my hand and whispered, "Thank you." Together we dressed silently and I climbed out of your car. You waited till I was in my car before leaving. 

I tried to wipe the smile from my face. It was impossible. I still felt you deep inside me. As I drove up my driveway I tried without much success to put the encounter out of my mind. I popped the boot as I heard the back door to the house open. As I climbed out of the car my partner popped his head up over the boot ready to help me take the groceries inside. I noticed a big smile on his face as he lifted his hands up above the boot, showing me their contents. You laughed as you said, "Oooops we forgot to use these," as I recognised the condoms and lubricant. 

We both fall apart laughing as you continued and asked me if you could cum grocery shopping with me every week. I said, "Of course," as I found myself again lost in those blue eyes.

Stranger



I kick the covers off my bed for the third time tonight and strip off my shorts. I can't get Trav out of my head. I just keep thinking about his body and then some... It's rather frustrating really when all you've got is your trusty right hand and a fantasy. But it'll have to do for now. My hand slips between my thighs, my fingers circling over the soft skin. I'm still wet from the as few times I came, thinking about the same man. Ohhh and what a man, 5'10, slim frame, perfect blue green eyes, and a great head of blonde hair to top it off. Quite the opposite from my tiny 5'4 frame with blue eyes and red hair. But it works. Works very very well. My fingers slip passed my pink lips, just grazing my clit. It sends shivers all over my body. Oh if only Trav were here, he'd fuck me till kingdom come. Or till we did. Over and over again. I could almost feel his perfect hard cock deep in me. I push two fingers as far in my cunt as they'll go.

"Trav..." I arch my back, moaning his name and pushing down on the slender fingers in me, both of them starting to press against that perfect little spot that drives me crazy. My thumb moves up to my clit, now hard and throbbing, begging for attention. I make little circles around it, just like Trav does, making every nerve stand on end. I bite my lip and start pumping my fingers deep in my cunt, the whole while thinking about Trav's thick cock. My moans get louder, and I hear my room mate Goose knock on the wall. You think he'd be used to it by now. I keep going, I really just cant help myself at this point. Lefty joins the game taking over for my thumb, furiously playing with my clit. I'm up to three fingers pounding my puss, and its still not quite as thick as Trav. Damn that man for not being here. My skin is glistening with sweat, and my heart is beating 100 miles a minute, I'm so close... 

My window cracks open letting in the warm summer night air, and a stranger. I don't notice this just yet, I'm still too full of myself. That yummy warmth is building in my stomach, just about to flood my entire body...

"Kay." The stranger is right next to my bed and its too dark for me to see who it is. I grab for my blanket to cover myself, more than a little embarrassed, and scared. But he pulls it away and moves over my body, holding my arms over my head with one hand, the other moving over my exposed sex. "You're such a dirty little slut." The stranger licks my juices off his fingers. I'm about to scream and kick him in the balls, but he covers my mouth and sits down on my knees. Guess he was expecting that.

"I'm gonna let go of your hands, but promise me you wont try to hurt me." He laughs, and I blush, feeling very vulnerable. He lets go of my hands like he said he would and I try to cover myself, unsuccessfully. The stranger pulls off his shirt and pushes his jeans out of the way. My eyes are adjusted enough to see his huge cock, already harder than petrified wood, but I still can't see his face. He must be wearing a mask. "You like that fat cock don't you slut?" I turn my head away and blush. He just laughs again. 

The stranger pulls my legs apart and moves up to my wetness, just pressing against my lips. He grabs hold of my hair and pulls, making me look up at him. I really should be scared, but my desire is way too strong at the moment for me to be too scared. I squeeze my eyes shut and he pulls harder on my hair, "Look at me while I fuck you." I shake my head and he twists my nipple hard, making me groan. I open my eyes just barely, "Good slut." The stranger shoves his huge cock into my cunt, making me almost scream from the pain then pleasure. He covers my mouth again and start fucking me violently. 

I'm sure I'm probably bleeding by now, but it feels too good, the pain, the pleasure. He's hitting just the right spot. He pulls me up to him, replacing his hand with his lips, his tongue and teeth teasing my plump lips. I open my mouth, with out thinking and he smiles before pressing his tongue against mine. His free hand molests my perky little tits, pulling at my hard nipples. I moan into the rough kiss and he lets go of me. 

"You're enjoying this way to much slut.." The stranger flips me over and pulls me up onto my hands and knees. He starts fucking me from behind, his fingers digging into my hips. He slaps my ass till its red hot. I'm so close to cumming. The stranger fucks me harder, pushing he cock all the way into me, his balls slapping against my wet thighs. My heavy breathing turns into moans, loud ones, and he covers my mouth again, pulling me up, my back to his chest.

"Are you gonna cum? You dirty little slut?" I bite his hand in response and he bites my shoulders and neck. Its all too much and I cum, hard. I scream against his hand, my cunt clenching down on his cock. He keeps fucking me, and I cum again only a few minutes later. And after the third climax racks my body, he shoots his load deep in my pussy. The stranger lets go of my body, letting me fall against my bed, his cock still buried deep in me. I lay splayed naked, sweaty, soaked and completely wiped out, and not to mention more satisfied than I have ever been, wondering who the hell just gave me the fuck of my life. The stranger pulls out of me and pulls his jeans up. "See you tomorrow at lunch babe." I just barely lift my head and see him leave. 

"Trav?"

-June 2nd, 2008. Written by Kay. 



Stranger



I had been really looking forward to this evening. About a week earlier I had got an email from this guy on an adult website. He lived pretty close to me, and was also interested in meeting up with a like minded individual for some no strings attached arse fucking. Well, this was what I was into, so I replied and agreed to meet up. Over the next few days we exchanged details, he was a South African who had come over here several years ago and he worked for the local council. He was actually gay, but was definitely a top, and enjoyed ploughing into other men's assholes. Again, this suited me perfectly. Then he sent me a picture of his dick. As soon as I opened that email my cock stiffened, I started drooling and I felt my asshole tingle. I had to have a go on that monster. Next to it was a ruler and his gorgeous black cock was easily ten inches long fully erect.

Well after seeing that the rest of the week couldn't go quick enough. On the day I made ensure I didn't eat much, and shaved my butt crack. In the afternoon I warmed myself up by lubing my arse and practising with my eight-inch dildo. I enjoyed gyrating on it for a while, and made sure that I inserted it all it, keeping in my arse for quite a while. When I pulled the dildo had I squatted over a mirror and admired my gaping asshole. Preparing your asshole for anal sex was always worthwhile, especially when you knew you were going to be fucked by a huge black dick. So what if it was a little loose before I got to my black lover, it would make it easier for me, and it would still be tight for him.

So I found myself at the address he had given me, and knocked at the door. The door opened and there stood a strikingly attractive tall black man. His head was completely shaven, and his shirt couldn't hide his well-muscled frame. He was at least six inches taller than me, making him about six foot five. His teeth were wonderfully white and his eyes gleamed like a man who knew he was about to get some action. He invited me in to his little apartment. It wasn't particularly big, but hey, what did I care, I was there to suck some dick and get my greedy asshole stretched, not look at his furniture. So we sat in his living room and chatted for a while, I asked him about South Africa, and he questioned me about my university studies. However I could feel my asshole itching for some action, and I licked my lips every time I looked down and saw the bulge in his trousers. He caught onto this, and the evening's entertainment finally started.

"So white boy cut the crap, you know what you want, what you're here for. Come and get it." 

At this he unbuckled his belt and motioned for me to go over to him. So I walked over and kneeled in front of him. Pulling down his trousers his soft thick cock spilled out. I took it in my hand leant forward and kissed the tip.

"Yeah you white boys love the sight of a black dick. Well don't worry boy, you're going to get real close to it tonight" and then he laughed.

I gently tugged at his cock, and it began to stir. I spat on the head and put it into my mouth. I used my free hand to rub his balls, and then cupped them squeezing them softly before lowering my mouth and taking his soft dick all the way in. 

"Yeah that's it boy, you make it grow. Fuck, back home they called me the devil for loving men, in this country all I have to do is click my fingers and I get a white faggot sucking the cum out of my penis." Far from offending me, his abuse made me all the hornier. His dick began to harden and I continued to squeeze his balls and suck up and down. I felt the inches increase and after a minute or two could no longer get his cock into my mouth. The thickness of the monster also increased and just wrapping my lips around it became an effort. Well the only way to make it easier was to lube it up a bit, so I took his cock out of my mouth, and spat as much as I could into my right hand. Placing the hand over the tip of his dick I spread my spit over the first five inches of my new toy. Grabbing on hard I pumped his cock up and down several times, and I reckoned he was now fully erect, all ten inches of his black dick right in front of my face. The he grabbed his cock, and slapped my cheek with it.

"Listen whitey, you're going to suck every last inch of my dick, and once you've done that you're going to take all of your clothes off and spread your little white ass, then you're gonna let me pump you full of my cum, understand?"

I nodded, and once again lifted his cock into my mouth. Well my spit made it a bit easier, but he was still stretching my mouth, I didn't think I'd get this into my ass. The first few inches were easy, and I got half way down his cock, before pulling back up. This annoyed him and he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down sharply. I went perhaps eight inches down before gabbing, bringing up a load of spit. I could feel it running down my chin, and a thick wod of sticky white stuff was dangling off my face and lowering onto shirt. This excited me, and I made an extra big effort when he next grabbed my head forcing me down, I went down a bit further and my nose touched his skin. He was completely shaved and beads of sweat were dripping from his chest onto my face.

"Well that's good enough whitey, if you can take that much in your arse you're certainly be screaming with pleasure."

Pleased that I'd managed to deep throat most of his dick, I began unbuttoning my shirt. It was pretty damp what with all the drool that had spilt onto it. Next I whipped of my trousers and underwear, and my fully erect six and a half inch cock looked like nothing compared to his black python. Well who cares, my cock had no role to play anyway. I followed him into his bedroom. There wasn't a lot in it, just a double bed, and a chest of drawers. Then I saw on top of the chest was a camcorder. Bugger was he going to film me?

"You don't mind if I film this do you, I like to keep a reminder of all the white asses I get to fuck."

I said I didn't mind, but just hoped that he didn't put the stuff on the Internet, but my desire for black cock was greater than my worries, so I soon forgot about the issue.

"Well boy, get down on all fours, I'm going to fuck you like dog you are, stick that white ass of yours in the hair."

So once again I found myself on all fours in a strange mans bedroom. My ass was sticking upwards, completely bare and completely exposed. I felt his big black hands against my butt cheeks, and his fingers began to rub up and down my crack. He squirted lubricant all over my arse and prodded it into my hole. His fingers began to rhythmically enter and leave my asshole, starting with one, but then building up to two, then three.

"I reckon you're ready now," and I responded by telling him that I desperately needed his magnificent black cock to fill me up. He didn't disappoint. Although he slowly entered me, it didn't take him long to start thrusting deeply into me. I couldn't take it. My legs started shaking and my stomach churned as the realisation that I was taking ten inches of black dick into my body hit home. What the fuck was I doing, I wouldn't be able to walk after this, and my asshole would never recover from such punishment. Yet on and on he came, harder and harder. He'd pull nice inches of his cock out, then ram it all home and leave it there. It felt like my asshole was going to collapse under the pressure, how would I explain loose flapping asshole to my girlfriend? I was pretty sure that his dick was rearranging my organs, and yet the more I struggled, the harder he thrust, and the harder my cock became. I was already leaking more precum than I'd ever had before, I daren't touch my cock in case it and my ass decided to give up at the same moment. As he hit home again and again with all ten inches I was in heaven. So what if my ass was destroyed and became a gaping mess, I loved this, and I loved being fucked in the arse, there was nothing else like it. But then his hand brushed against my swollen dick, and that was it. I couldn't hold my cum in any more, and it shot out, all over my chest, I scooped it up with my hand and savoured the taste. Meanwhile whilst enjoying the taste of my orgasm, my asshole reacted to it by contracting around his cock. The tightening of my entrance clearly had a massive effect on my black lover, he thrust a few more times, but he was clearly close to being spent.

He groaned deeply as he came. I could feel hot squirts of cum deep inside my asshole. He must have created a huge channel inside my arse with his dick, and as he pulled it out I could really feel his cum filling up the space. My asshole continued to clamp down on his cock as he came, but he was pulling his cock out and he soon left me feeling rather empty. I was unable to move and just lay there, my legs still spread, but my body exhausted after that brutal fucking. He prodded his fingers in and out of my puckering asshole, before grabbing his camera. He focused on my arse and commented upon the freshly gaped hole. 

"Hey look at this, what a work of art, another white boys hole stretched further than ever before," he rubbed his fingers around the opening, and I could feel it pulsating. "It's like an entrance to a cave, all dark and concealing its hidden treasures, but wait what's this? The white boys destroyed anal cave is revealing its treasure. Black mans cum leaves whiteys fucked hole, what a beautiful sight." I felt him reach down. His fingers flicked at my anus. He continued "Will the white slut eat his treat?" and with this he raised his fingers to my mouth, I could clearly seen the cum dripping down several of his fingers. He put it to my mouth, and I obediently opened up, he inserted three fingers into my mouth and much like my arse a little earlier, I greedily accepted his cum. He continued videoing, and called me a "cumslut" and "a dirty white whore who gobbled up the black mans seed." Well, so what, it tasted nice, after all, it had just been in my ass.



Stranger



He pulled his long blond hair back and put it in a ponytail. Looking around the bar, he spotted them; both smiling nervously, so obvious in their hunger. He smiled back, and then continued to scan the prospects.

His eyes went back to them. Her brown hair was long, straight, parted in the middle. His hair was cut in the current 'shag' fashion and looked severely blow-dried. His mustache was a bit curious, almost nothing but a pencil thin line. He made eye contact with the girl and she subconsciously thrust her medium breasts out. He smiled and they both smiled back. The couple put their heads together and whispered something to each other then nodded in agreement.

"Buy you a drink?" the guy asked and he almost laughed aloud at the obvious pick up line.

"That would be great," he smiled, then looked at the girl. She sat, watching the two men with great interest.

"Mark," the guy said and held out his hand.

"Glen, but you can call me 'Slim,'" the blond man said and the two men shook hands.

Glen noticed how wet the man's hand was; a sure sign of nervousness.

"My wife and I are sitting right over here," Mark was saying.

Glen nodded his head and took the fresh gin and tonic and followed Mark toward the now fidgeting woman.

"And this is my wife, Patti," Mark was saying.

"Glen, but you can call me 'Slim,': he said and took her small hand.

"So, Slim," Mark said, obviously the talker of the two of them; Patti didn't say anything.

"How long have you two been into swinging?" Slim asked, cutting Mark off.

"Um, well, um, this is our first time," Mark admitted.

"Don't do it," Slim said and sipped his drink. "It's not worth it."

"Um, what?" Patti asked, surprised.

He looked at her. She was wearing a very tight pink sweater, emphasizing her medium sized breasts, and a pair of very snug polyester slacks. She was nearly bone-thin, looked nearly emaciated. Her eyes were her best feature, even in the painfully thin face; they were large and brown. By the standards of 1977, she was pretty.

Mark was a little heavier, a fact that the snug polyester slacks displayed, not to his advantage. The snug polyester shirt made Mark look pudgy, out of shape. The platform shoes did give Mark a little height, but not nearly enough.

"Listen, my wife and I were into swinging," Slim warmed to the topic. "Linda and I got married as soon as I got out of the Marines, bought a little house, and tried to settle down."

He took out a pack of cigarettes and offered both Patti and Mark one before taking one for himself and lighting it.

"See, the problem was, while I was in fucking 'Nam, getting my ass shot off, Linda was back here, waiting for me. But she wasn't waiting all by herself, you dig?" Slim went on and blew out a series of smoke rings.

"No, she had herself a couple of roommates," he said and sipped his drink. "Todd and Jack. I was cool with that, 'cause Todd and Jack were fucking each other."

He stubbed out his cigarette and looked at his empty glass. Mark got the hint and went to the bar to get Slim another gin and tonic. Patti, whether consciously or subconsciously, had slid a little closer to Slim; the jukebox was warbling out a disco tune at an uncomfortable volume, making it hard to hear Slim.

She jerked slightly; Slim had put his hand on her bony thigh.

"See, Mama? You isn't ready for swinging," he smiled sadly at her, but did not remove his hand either.

Mark brought back fresh drinks for everyone and looked when Patti caught his eye. A dark flush crossed his face, and then he forced a smile to his lips and shrugged his shoulders. Slim squeezed Patti's thigh, then took his hand away.

"But, see, I didn't know that Todd and Jack were also into pussy," Slim said and took a sip of his drink. "Had I known that, I would have said 'no fucking way' when Linda said she was going to share an apartment with them."

The Eagles' song 'Hotel California' came on the jukebox and Slim paused for a moment and listened to the song. Patti jumped slightly when he he put his hand on her thigh again. Mark put his own hand on her other thigh and she leaned toward Mark.

"So, there I am, in a rice field, wondering if I'm ever going to see my baby again, and she's getting decked every day, twice on Sundays," Slim went on. "But that's all shit now, you know? I mean, it don't mean shit no more, it's all dead and gone."

"Um, how long were you two married?" Patti asked.

Slim's fingers were tracing light patterns on her thigh, nearing her pussy. Mark started to do the same thing and she spread her legs a little for them.

"August of sixty seven," Slim said in a faraway voice. "Yeah, would have been ten years, Sixty seven."

"What happened?" Mark asked.

"Anyway, I get home, Linda don't tell me shit about the two cock suckers also dipping their dicks in her too, and we up and marry," Slim continued. "I buy us a little house in the suburbs, and we tried. I got to give Linda that; she did try."

Slim lighted another cigarette and lightly stroked up and down Patti's crotch before removing his hand to sip his drink. 

"Finally, the shit comes out; she isn't happy, she's used to getting cock all day long and she's going cock hungry," Slim said and blew a stream of cigarette smoke out. "She brings me this fucking newspaper, you know? 'The Swingers Weekly,' and we..."

"Um, yeah, that's where we found out about this place," Mark said and waved his hand around, indicating the bar.

"I mean, at first, it seemed like a good idea, you know?" Slim went on. "She'd get her some dick, I'd get me some poon, what's the worry?"

Patti sighed; his fingers traced up and down her crotch, making her wet with anticipation.

"But that isn't the way Linda wanted it," Slim said and playfully pinched Patti's upper thigh. "See, when Todd was drilling her twat, Jack would be jamming Todd. That's the way Linda wanted it."

He stubbed out his cigarette and looked directly at Mark.

"So, I learned how to suck cock, and how to do a guy in the ass," he continued. "Survived fucking Vietnam, get spit on at San Francisco airport just because I got on my Marine uniform, Get shot at by a bunch of fucking bikers 'cause they wanted my bike, see I had this bitching Triumph, a nineteen fifty five model, seven hundred CCs, you dig?"

Mark jumped slightly when Slim cupped his small balls gently. Patti's hand joined Slim's and the three of them smiled knowingly.

"But you know, I just couldn't deal with it," Slim said and finished his drink. 

Patti looked around nervously; Slim's fingers were inside of her bikini panties, lightly tickling her moist slit. No one seemed to notice, though. There were other threesomes and foursomes gathered around; some talking quietly, some erupting every now nod then in loud raucous laughter.

"No, no, you see, every fucking time I'd come home from the fucking tire store, yeah, I wound up selling fucking tires. Believe that shit? Fucking Goodyear," Slim laughed and wiggled his finger inside of Patti's pussy. "If she wasn't home, I just knew she was out fucking around, you know? Ten minutes late, she just knows I'm down at Pete's Bookstore, sucking some guy's cock, you know?"

Patti stiffened, ready to burst. She sucked in her breath and slapped the table top in frustration. Slim licked his finger clean of her juices and smiled at her. Mark's head lolled back; Slim was slowly jacking his cock through the taut fabric of his slacks.

"What's your story?" he asked Patti. "How long you two been married?"

"Coming up on three years," Mark said, disappointed. He was so close to blowing his load, but Slim stopped. Patti had stopped stroking him a few minutes earlier, when Slim was busily finger banging her.

"And y'all are already looking for some excitement?" Slim asked and lighted another cigarette.

"Yeah, well, see, my boss, I work at Mince's Furniture, he's into this, and he's always inviting Patti and me out, you know, to..." Mark said.

"Look, why don't we take this back to our house?" Patti suggested, taking charge for once. 

"You sure?" Slim asked and brought his lips to Patti's. 

Again, Mark flushed and angry red for a moment. He jerked back slightly when Slim kissed him and licked his lips lightly, then returned Slim's kiss.

"It could be dangerous, you know," Slim continued and kissed Patti again.

"I thick we can handle it," Patti smiled and grabbed her purse.

"Y'all got room?" Slim asked when he saw Mark open the door of their Pinto.

"Yeah, the back seat's actually kind of big," Patti said and flipped the lever for the seat.

At first, the conversation was stilted, until Slim asked Patti where she worked.

"Oh, I'm a student at UNO, you know? Out at the Lakefront," she said.

"Oh, yeah?" Slim asked. "What's your major?"

"Business Administration," she enthused and began a long monologue of women's positions in a male dominant society and workforce.

Mark pulled up to a small brick home and shut off the engine. The trio sat for a long moment, then Mark opened his door. Patties opened her door and clambered out, then flipped the seat forward for Slim to get out.

Slim wasn't listening as Mark rambled on about their landlord and how much rent they had to pay for the dingy two bedroom, one bathroom house. Once inside, he gently kissed Patti, and then slapped her playfully on her buttocks.

"Why don't you go into the bedroom and get ready?" he suggested. "I'll get Mark good and ready out here, and then we'll join you."

"Okay," she agreed and was pulling the sweater off as she walked rapidly toward the bedroom.

"Um, what you want to do?" Mark nervously asked as Slim approached him.

"Oh, I thought I'd show you how I like to get my men good and ready," Slim said as he unzipped Mark's fly. He fondled Mark's cock for a moment then smiled at Mark.

"I told you, it could be dangerous," he smiled as he slit Mark's throat.

He stripped off his clothes and made sure that there was no blood on him before he made his way to the bedroom. Patties lay in the middle of a large waterbed, nude and ready. She smiled nervously at Slim and peered around him for her husband.

"Mark had to take a leak," Slim said and approached the bed.

They kissed and fondled each other for a few moments, and then Patti pulled away and called out for her husband to hurry up.

"No, no!" she cried as Slim pulled her underneath him and prepared to enter her. "No, Slim! Wait for Mark!"

The heavy brass lamp silenced her and he thrust into her wetness. He had to laugh; the waterbed made it seem as if her lifeless body was participating. She sloshed and rolled underneath him as he thrust into her repeatedly, until he finally came into her. He struck her with the lamp several more times, until her blood drenched the two pillows. Then he dumped her purse out and took the three hundred dollars cash. Her small bottle of Valium tablets he clung to as well, but all the other clutter was left on the bed, worthless to him.

Mark's lifeless body would not move easily, so Slim used his knife to slice the tight slacks away. Mark's wallet contained five hundred and twelve dollars and Slim remembered Mark saying that rent was due in three days. He smiled.

"Well, I don't think you'll be needing rent now, huh, mother fucker?" He said. 

He dressed slowly, having all the time in the world. The small house was given a thorough going over; he also pocketed a small bag of marijuana and a few old silver coins Patti had tucked away in a dresser drawer. He tried on Mark's leather jacket and smiled as it fit him nicely. Patti's keys were in the pile of clutter on the bed and he took them with him.

He pulled the blond wig off and stuffed it in an inside pocket of the jacket. His short brown hair stood up stiffly and he gave it a very vigorous rubbing before stepping outside. He locked the door of the small house and got into the Pinto and drove away.

^^^

The police were alerted three days later; the neighbors smelled a horrible stench coming from the house. The heater in the waterbed had sped Patti's decomposition by several days, making it hard to tell how long she'd been dead. The coroner judged that Mark had been dead for at least seventy two to eighty two hours, though so they used that measurement for both victims. The couple's Pinto was found, keys still in it, three blocks away from Rose's Tavern, a well-known 'Swinger's haven.'

Although nervous, most of the couples participated in the investigation; very few of them remembered seeing the couple at the bar on Saturday night, though. The few that did remember them didn't see whom they'd left with, if they'd left with anyone.

Be careful of strangers.



Stranger



As I was entering my hotel room I heard a sound inside, I walked in slowly and closed the door quietly behind me. On the table by the door was the gun and handcuffs from last nights hen party I had taken some self defence classes so I knew I could handle whoever it was, okay the gun wasn't real but it looked like it was.

Holding the cuffs in one hand and the gun in the other I moved into the room, I heard the water running in the bathroom, as silent as I could I walked slowly towards the bathroom door. It was half open so I could see there was definitely someone there, someone with broad shoulders, 6 feet tall, taller than my 5 foot 8 anyway. Lifting the gun up and opening the door a little more. With my best voice I shouted.

"Put your hands up or I will shoot" he didn't move, flinch nothing.

"Did you hear me?" I asked still nothing.

"What are you doing in my room?" Walking a little closer I saw what he was doing by the sink it was blood, red blood was running down the plug, he was washing blood off his hands. 

"Oh god he could kill me!" with that thought I started backing out of the room gun still held up but before I could leave the room he turned.

The first thing I noticed was his eyes, black no white just black like a bottomless pit.

"Drugs has on drugs oh god he is going to kill me and blame the drugs later, he is going to get away with killing me" 

He laughed, I'm worried about dying and he's laughing but it wasn't cruel it was humorous he has found something funny "What?" I wondered.

"Lower the gun and ill tell you" he said. Before I could think my hand went down looking me in the eye still he said "Drop" down went the gun.

"Don't be scared".

"Don't be scared" says the man who seems to be controlling my body or thoughts or whatever the hell has doing. He laughed again! Oh I just wanted to hit him so much. He started walking towards me, my feet wouldn't move, and what's he going to do now is he going to kill me? Standing in front of me he said. "I have a better idea" then he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me his mouth crushing down on mine. He nipped my bottom lip then started kissing down my jaw then slowly travelled back up and started licking my lips then biting them. "Open" he said in a lust filled voice I did but not because he said but because I wanted to. He was discovering ever part of my mouth with his wicked tongue, my legs felt weak like I was going to collapse. He must have sensed it because suddenly I was lifted of my feet and into his arms, my body pressed against his. He was striding out of the bathroom with me held helplessly in his arms. Was I scared you might ask the answer is no because for some reason I knew he wouldn't hurt me, was it his mind control thing making me think that I don't know I just know the next thing that happened I've never regretted.

He took me and lay me on the bed sideways, he told me to lie down in that ghostly voice he had, I lay back wondering what he was going to do where he was going to start. I felt him more specifically his hands at my knee then my thigh did I forget to mention my outfit consisted of a halter neck dress and heels that stay on with ribbons tied up to the knees and that's where he started. He undid the knot holding my heels up then started to unravel the ribbon down my leg.

"Your legs are exquisite" he said then I felt his lips kissing my leg starting at the knee then down to my foot then after removing one shoe he started with the next leg the same thing. I was getting more turned on and all he was doing was removing my shoes.

After that his hand was back on my thigh travelling up towards where I really wanted his hand.

"Patience" I herd him say then he was kissing me on the inside of my knee again but this time travelling up not down. He was so close to where I really wanted that mouth then I felt a sharp pain, he bit me, again he bite me, sharp teeth bites but as much as they hurt they also turned me on more. I was becoming more wet bite by bite. I knew from where he was he would be able to smell my arousal but still he kept saying Patience. Every time he bit and kissed my thighs missing the place I was begging, craving him to touch kiss anything. I was so close to Cumming and all he had done was touch me I had never experienced anything like this, was my thought when suddenly I felt the air on my skin, I was naked but how he hadn't undressed me had he? But before I could think anymore his mouth was where I had craved it then he was touching my outer lips then his finger was inside me, he added another, and then another then started to thrust them in and out. While his fingers were fucking me his thumb was strumming my clit.

"Oh Fuck" I shouted I was Cumming fast and hard and he wasn't stopping he kept moving his hand.

"Stop" I shouted breathless but still he continued while I kept Cumming and screaming and clawing the bed covers he's going to kill me I thought he laughed.

"But what a way to go is it not" he said still laughing then after another orgasmic eruption he slowed down then pulled out then towering over me I looked into his eyes then he kissed me I could taste myself on his tongue then he drew back and smiled at me. Then lifting me into his arms again he laid me inside the covers then his clothes started to disappear and in the blink of an eye he was naked. He climbed in next to me and I curled into him and fell asleep with a smile on my lips.

When I woke I was alone was it a dream? At first I thought it was but a week later after work I was entering my apartment and It felt different, I couldn't explain what I was feeling there are no words but when I entered my flat and found my dream guy standing in my apartment before I could say anything I was in his arms his mouth on mine. Tumbling to the floor both of us ripping clothes, then I was half clothed my arms pinned to the floor while he kissed and bit my throat then he licked my nipples sucking them into his mouth through my ripped top. Was this happening was he really there I thought. 

"I'm here so are you it was real and I cant get you out of my head this time I want to be in you fucking you till you forget every man you have ever known and its only my name you know...its Demetre by the way" he said laughing kissing me again.

"But maybe the bed would be more comfortable" with that he kissing me stood up, lifted me and carried me to bed as we went my clothes disappeared like before.

As he laid me on my bed his clothes disappeared as well, then he joined me on the bed and took me in his arms and just held me. He started to touch me slowly starting at my hip up to my stomach then up across my breasts, then up my back to my neck then he ran his hand through my hair.

"Touch me"

Slowly I lifted my hand to his hip and copied his movements except when I got to his chest I ran my thumb over his nipple.

"Ahh women you have the power to kill me" 

He grabbed my hand and rolled onto me then he was in me. He felt fantastic and big he hit all the right spots.

He started pummelling me hard it felt so good. I climaxed but it kept coming multiple orgasms.

Suddenly he screamed then he bit me on the neck he was drinking me then I felt his climax. After his breathing started to calm down I felt him let go of my neck and lick me where he had bit me. He then rolled off me onto his back but instead of leaving he grabbed me and tucked me into his side like the first night.

"Thank you" I heard him say before I fell asleep.

I never saw him again all I have is a name, is he dead? Will I ever see him again? Has he forgotten me? I don't know but all I know is when I feel sad I hear his voice in my head promising to come back and to never forget...



Stranger



Dr Mc Dreamy and Meredith were staring passionately into each others' eyes; mouths getting closer. Their eyes close; their mouths about to touch. They lean in for a kiss. His hands grasped her face and with his body they moved closer to the bedroom where they would **knock knock**

"Damn," Ace muttered to herself. "Every time," she said. "My favorite show, the best scene and some sales person comes peddling. 

**knock knock** 

"Coming!" She exclaimed.

She shot up from the couch and fixed her jeans and v-neck shirt just in case it was a surprise visit from a neighbor. She checked her hair in the mirror and gave a little shrug as she moved past it to the door. 

Her hand encircled the door handle and with a twist she saw him. There stood a man, tanned skin, dark hair and mysteriously dark eyes. For a minute she just stood there staring at him. Well dressed, and smoking hot. She didn't know just what to say. She caught herself staring and quickly spit out the first thing to come to her mind. 

"Hi. Can I help you?"

"You're all I need right now." He explained. She pondered, What he could have meant, and tried to figure out if she knew this man standing in her doorway at 9:30 on a Thursday night. What was he doing here? What did he wa-

He pushed open the door and enfolded her in his arms. His hands came up to her face and held her tight as he silenced her with his kiss. He felt and heard a few moans of protest, and then the moans changed tone. 

Who the hell is this? She thought. What the hell is he doing!!! MMM he kisses well, doesn't he. No! I don't even know him! OH what the hell, I haven't even had so much as a good hug since I broke up with Tommy a few months back. 

He closed the door with one hand and moved the other down the side of her face, and touched her breasts over her shirt as he pushed her back away from the door. Her moaning began to grow louder as she felt his hand return from the door and now she had two hands caressing her big breasts. Her hands held onto his narrow hips as they moved together through the room. Backing into the arm of the couch they stopped. His hips pressed into hers and she knew he was there for more than a kiss. The intellectual part of her was screaming, "Ace, NO! You don't know him; what are you doing?!" But she could not hear her thoughts over her racing heartbeat that was pounding in her ears. She moved her hands up onto his arms. Feeling what was under that long sleeve button up shirt. 

Just then he unlocked his lips from hers. His hands traveled down the front of her to the hem of her shirt. He lifted it up over her head and let it fall to the floor exposing lace bra and her big bouncy tits. Her hands slid to his chest where she started to unbutton his shirt. She liked what she saw as she slid it over his arms and then let it lay on the floor next to hers. She pushed him back from her, looked into his eyes and let her hands move to his belt buckle. As she unhooked it, and moved onto the button he let out a little moan of excitement

"Oh yes," He said. She unbuttoned and unzipped, and slowly got onto her knees. She slid her fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers and slid both down. Now, with his excitement exposed, she was not disappointed with her surprise guest. She looked up at him, as she took his cock into her hand. She let her tongue slide over the tip of his rock hard cock. She encircled the tip and stared up at him with her light green eyes and slight smirk. He had his hands in her hair getting lost in the wild curls. She moans as his hand moves down to her tit and plays with her pebble-like nipple. She leaves the tip of his cock and slides her tongue down the shaft. She gets him all wet before she moves back up to take him in. She takes his throbbing cock into her mouth and starts to slide up and down as her lips press tight against him. He moans out loud and puts his hands back on her head. He pulls her in close to him and she takes his cock all the way in. When he releases her, she lets his cock out of her mouth and moves down to play with his balls. Her hand remains as she strokes up and down. Looking up into his eyes she wraps her mouth around one of his balls and gently sucks, then licks...then gently kisses. He looks down and says, 

"I want to fuck you. I want to feel that wet pussy." 

"Come and get it," She says. 

With a smirk, he leans down, grabs her shoulders and pulls her up off the floor. He unhooks her bra and takes her breasts in his hands. Lets his lips fall to her nipple and starts to lick and suck on it. It hardens between his lips and tongue. His hands slide down her sides, over her hips and to her jeans. He quickly unbuttons them and she slides them down and steps out. The only thing keeping them from a night of passion is a pair of red string bikini panties. 

He takes her in his arms, her hard nipples pressed against his bare chest. They lock again into a passionate kiss. His hands move down and squeeze her round ass. She moans with his lips still pressed to hers. He releases her from the kiss as he slides down her red panties and turns her around to bend over the arm of the couch. His hands caress her bare back, and give her a playful spanking. He uses his foot to separate her feet so that her legs are spread in front of his. The wetness he has caused is dripping down the swollen lips of her pussy. He finds her wetness with his fingertips and massages her pussy. Again she moans, having yet to rethink this surprise encounter. He removes his now wet hand and grabs onto her hips. He lines up his hard cock and rubs it first against her wetness and prepares to pound it inside her...

..... more to come 



Stranger



It was a hot, humid day and I wasn't in the best of moods - my clothes were clinging in all the wrong places, my hair was wispy and sticking to my cheeks and forehead, and generally, I was not having a good day. I'd forgotten just how much I hated summer until it came around, and I was praying for the day the leaves began to fall and I could legitimately return to my legwarmers and cosy days huddled against the radiator. 

I had my folder clasped to my chest as I looked up, only to realise I'd somehow managed to almost collide with a large, hard chest - it took me a second to realise that a chest must be connected to a body and therefore a person, and I was not in the mood to make an apology and move to one side. Sadly, however, that I had to do so I looked up to meet the owner of said torso in the face and move to one side - but that was about as far as I got before my heart began to race as I laid eyes on one of the cutest guys I'd seen in quite a while - perhaps that's a testament to my nonexistent sex and love life, but nonetheless - wow. 

It was about five seconds after I'd realised he was there that I remembered that in general society you ought to say something after almost walking straight into someone, and I opened my mouth with the vague intention of saying sorry and walking right on by - typically, I was unable to formulate that single word and out of my mouth fell a somewhat disheveled "um...", adding rather neatly to the idiotic portrayal I was giving. 

His mouth twitched and he shifted his weight from his left leg to his right, giving me a slow up and down appraisal that I did not under any standards deserve - not that I was complaining at all, since every centimetre of my body seemed to jump to attention. Despite the hot climate, I was suddenly grateful for the folders clasped to my chest as it hid the fact that my nipples were peaking against the thin cotton of my t-shirt, and I fidgeted even as I regained control of my voice and managed to expel a "sorry about that" from my lungs. 

"It's fine," he said, his voice deeper than I'd expected. He grinned again and I wondered if hot flushes were common in women of my age - weren't you supposed to get them during menopause? Was I abnormal, or was this man just devastatingly lethal? He leant slightly closer to me, and I bit my lip, wondering what was coming next - "you might need to buy me a drink to make up for it, though..."

I smiled back, trying to disguise the fact that my heart was beating so fast I thought it might fall out of my chest - this was flirting, for Gods' sake, I knew how to do it. At least, I thought I did... I took a breath in, flickering my eyes down over his body since looking in his eyes was doing me no favours whatsoever - "oh, is that so? I didn't realise there was a penalty for almost colliding with people..." 

"Normally there isn't," he replied, leaning a little closer again, "but I don't normally almost walk into people quite as pretty as you." 

I could feel my cheeks flushing and I cursed the weather - it was so typical that I'd blush at a point where I was practically melting anyway, wasn't it? My mouth suddenly felt parched and over his shoulder I could see a stall selling lemonade - my eyes darted to that at the moment he jerked his head in that direction - "only joking, if you take a seat, I'll get you a juice - you certainly look like you need one..." 

Before I could think of a reply to that, he had turned around and was heading over to the cart leaving me to quickly snaffle two seat in the shade - the feel of the cooler air over my clammy skin was a blessed relief and my head cleared enough for me to recall the double intender in his last comment - oh God, was it obvious; the reaction I'd had to him? I caught my lip between my teeth, watching as he turned around with two cups of tangy juice in his hand and came towards me. My legs suddenly felt cumbersome and I didn't know where to put them; I settled for crossing them and by the time I realised that that only added to the close feeling of the day, he was sitting next to me and handing me a drink. 

"Here," he said and I nodded in thanks, wrapping my fingers around the cool plastic and looking down at the pale liquid. 

"So who do I have to thank for the drink, then..?" I asked him, looking up from under my eyelashes in a faint attempt at a seductive poise, only to find him closer than I expected, barely five centimetres away from my face.

"Let's just say I was in the right place at the right time, eh?" he murmured and his intention became instantly clear as he closed the gap between us and lightly brushed my mouth with his lips. My mind instantly blacked out as I felt the soft kiss with every fibre of my being, the simple touch coiling sensations deep within my abdomen as I brushed my fingers against his unshaven chin - aware that I shouldn't be letting him kiss me but wanting him so bad. It was crazy how much I was yearning for his touch, having met him less than five minutes ago - but it felt so right. So I curled my fingers around his neck and kissed him back, feeling his surprise in the way he smiled against my mouth. Our drinks sat forgotten next us as I moved closer to him, then he wound his hands around my hips and pulled me onto his lap, I gasped slightly as he moved me, then let out a soft laugh and slid my fingers through his hair, moving my mouth away from his. 

"I'm not normally this kind of girl, you know," I told him, smiling at the cliché I was uttering but knowing that I needed to let him know - he nodded and pressed his mouth against my neck.

"That's what makes this so good, knowing you don't do this with every random guy - something about you let me know..." he replied, his words gruff against my skin as he ran his hands over my back to lay on my hips. "Come back to mine?" 

I hesitated for a second, battling the remnants of sense that lingered in my mind but knowing that I'd always wonder 'what if' should I turn down his offer - it was that, more than anything, coupled with the incredible attraction to him, that clinched it - "okay," I murmured quietly, motionless against him. He moved quickly, his hand hard on my cheek as he kissed me again, deep and intense against my lips. His tongue traced my lips before delving into my mouth, mine fitting against his perfectly as I arched my back into his body, loving the feel of his chest against my breasts. He kissed me for I don't know how long, before I moved my mouth to his neck and he let out a soft, choked gasp and pulled me away from him

"Let's get out of here before I lose my mind," he said, and I nodded, faintly dizzy as I stood up and stumbled against him, almost forgetting my folder, which I had put next to the drinks. He handed it to me, and took my hand as we walked from our abandoned drinks - I was prepared for a long walk, but he led me up the next road and walked up to a house with a blue door. Rummaging in his pocket, he pulled out a key ring and opened the door, standing back to let me in. I hesitated - this was my last opportunity to cry wolf and leave, but despite my head telling me to leave, I so didn't want to. I wanted him, so bad that my stomach felt like it was twisting and turning as I thought of how it would feel to have him inside me - and on that thought, I stepped through the door and felt his arms slide around my waist as he closed the door behind us. 

I reached back and hooked my arms around his neck, his head lowering to kiss my neck as my shirt rose to expose my stomach and his fingers flickered over the smooth curve of my abdomen. I let out a soft sigh as his tongue snaked over my neck and his hand stroked up, over my ribs to hook underneath the underwire of my bra. His fingers felt so good on my bare skin that I closed my eyes and arched my back a little, his hand moving to cup my breast as his other hand gently pulled my t-shirt over my head. I opened my eyes as the cool air hit my skin to see his face rapidly approaching mine to kiss me. 

I turned around and ran my fingers up his sides, crunching up his shirt to expose smooth, male skin. He smiled and raised his arms to allow me to take it off, the fabric falling away to show me the taut expanse of stomach and the soft nestling hair scattered over his chest. My stomach clenched in want and lust as he slid his arms tight around my neck, and the sudden intimacy of the hold made me moan softly as his mouth met his tongue and mine penetrated my lips. I ran my fingers over his back, suddenly desperate to see him fully and before I realised what was happening, I was in his arms and being carried across the room. 

He continued to kiss me as he laid me on the bed before pulling away and unbuckling his belt. The soft clicks of metal against metal in the quiet, cool room only added to the build up and by the time he lowered his jeans down his legs I was kneeling up and helping him off with them, my fingers exploring every bit of skin as he disrobed. I leant forward and kissed his stomach, one hand going straight to the heavy outline of his cock pressing forward inside his boxers - he let out a soft exhalation and quickly unhooked my bra, sliding the straps over my shoulders and moving straight to the zip of my floaty, summery skirt. The bra slid from my body and landed straight on the floor, instantly followed by my skirt and then my panties. I stretched out back over the bed, as he moved to lie beside me. I no longer cared particularly that - oh, God, I didn't even know his name - this was a total stranger to me - if anything it was a bit of a turn on that I didn't know him; just adding to the feeling that I was letting go of sanity for once in my life and loving every second. 

Out legs entwined and I wrapped one leg around his hip, the feeling of his erection pressing through the damp fabric on to my open, wet pussy an incredible turn on. It felt so intimate as he ran his hands over my sides, kissing me deeply and slowly grinding his hips against me. He began to kiss down over my neck and gently rolled me on to my side as his mouth followed his fingers over my collarbone and between my breasts before his tongue flickered around my nipples and he took one totally in his mouth. The sensations flowed through my body as I gasped, letting out a soft cry as his teeth grazed the sensitive areola. He sucked on my nipple for a moment before letting it fall from his mouth with a soft, wet sound and kissing his way over my stomach, I looked down to see his face between my thighs, his hands stroking them open and his eyes peering up at me through the jut of my hipbones as he deliberately and slowly licked gently down the length of my clit. 

The feelings he was giving me were beyond any I'd felt before and I arched back, pressing my pussy into his mouth as he sucked my clit between his lips and played with his tongue, his fingers sliding below his jaw to slide deep inside my wetness. I knew that if he kept going for much longer I would come, and I wanted to come with him deep inside me so I leant forward and hooked my arms around his, pulling him up to lie on top of me before rolling away and getting to my knees. He sat up slightly, propped up on his arm and stared at me, his lips still wet from my arousal, as I leant forward to take his cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the girth and slowly pulling it with my hand tight around his shaft. Air whistled from between his teeth and he closed his eyes as I leant forward and kissed the end, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock before sliding my mouth down over the length and sucking gently as I withdrew. I continued for perhaps a minute, his hand making its way to my hair and taking control of the speed of my mouth on him, before he stiffened and pulled away, breathing hard and pulling me up the bed. He pushed me to my back, leaning over to a bedside table I hadn't previously noticed to pull out a condom, holding it out to me. "Do you want to?" he asked.

I smiled in reply and took it from him, tearing it open and pinching the tip as I rolled it over his erection. As I licked my lips I could still taste him, and when he moved over to lay between my legs I bent them around him and angled my hips up to allow him to slide deep inside me. The beautiful intrusion of his erection into my tight, wet pussy felt so good that I shook slightly as he pulled out to thrust inside me again, filling me as he began to fuck me harder. His mouth was wet on my neck and my arms around him, feeling the dampness of his skin as we fucked, the feeling of being so close to him was such a turn on that after barely a minute or two I was crying out, my pussy clenching around his hard cock and my mind spinning as I came, shortly followed by him. His body shivered and he let out a soft grunt on my ear, "oh, God," as he came, shooting his cum inside me and I wished that I could have felt his ejaculation deep inside my pussy, mixing our cum together and covering him with my orgasm. 

We lay there for a while, our eyes closed and breathing heavily, before he kissed me deeply and we went on to lead our separate lives.



Stranger



I was putting gas in my car; I glanced to my side and saw a nice looking man who looks a little younger than I was. I smiled he smiles back and I was just pulling out of the drive way, I glanced in my mirror and it appears that the stranger was following me, so I took a few quick turns to test my hypotheses and it turns out I was wrong. So I went ahead and drove home, I checked my surroundings that day as usual didn't notice anything different I started to my door. I was placing the key in the lock and I had this feeling that something was off that day. Checked my surroundings again nothing so I stepped inside headed up the stairs to take a shower and start relaxing. I was undressing and again I felt like someone was watching me, but I shrugged it off, stepped into a nice warm shower, let the water cascade over me. I washed my hair, my body; the water was hitting my shoulders it felt so nice, the water was sliding down my body and between my legs. I slide my hand between my legs and start touching myself teasing my lips sliding my finger down my slit, pushing a little deeper and rubbing my clit, feeling pleasure rushing over me. Then I take down the shower head set it on the most powerful setting and aim it right at my clit and pussy rubbing my fingers faster and harder against my clit. I was in the throes of nice orgasm and I feel fingers touching my breast, I open my eyes and see the stranger from the gas station touching my body and I stop touching myself.

I see him glare at me and asked why I stopped I tell that he had frighten me and you pulled my hair and asked if he told me I could stop, I shook my head, place my hand back down on my pussy and told me to finish. I simply told him I couldn't finish. So he slams me back against the shower steps in with his clothes on and places his hand on my throat and presses in into throat and it was difficult to breath he leaned close to me and whispered finish it, I was really turned on I started rubbing my clit again, within a few moments I was cumming very hard, the stranger placed his hand down between my legs and pushed 2 fingers inside of me, felt him work another one inside of me and I was gasping for air I was so wet that placed a fourth finger inside of me, my knees were shaking, and I feel him trying to squeeze his thumb inside me too. I fainted at this point when I woke up I found myself on my bed with both my arms and legs tied to the bed and the stranger was sitting on my chaise lounge waiting for me to come around; and I saw him smiles once I did. 

He got up from his seat and lightly traced his finger up my leg, up my hip, along my side up to my nipples which were hard and erect, to my shoulder, on up to my head. I feel his fingers slide thru my wet hair, and felt him firm finger tighten in my hair and pulled my head down to the bed and kiss my lips firms and slide his tongue deep into my throat and I was cumming again. Then he slide on the bed and made me look at him I was scared to look away from those smoldering dark brown eyes, afraid of what I would miss. Again he place a finger inside of me, worked in all three fingers up inside of me, and I was breathing hard and shallow and he started to work his thumbs up there and I was ready to explode I was begging him to take it easy on me please. He smiled and told me to be quite I belonged to him now, I was his toy his play toy and he is going to do with me whatever he wanted and I was in shock unable to process what he was saying he had pushed his thumb up inside of my gaping pussy and I was cumming all over his embedded hand, and screaming at the top of my lungs. 

He started talking to me telling me I deserved that for being such a naughty girl and playing with myself in the shower. Once my orgasm stopped he started gently pushing his hand in and out of me working me to another one; I was begging him to stop I was so sore and stretched already he told me to be quiet or he would make it worse. He stops moving his fist inside of me and just let it sit in there as he lower his head and starts licking my creamy pussy which allowed me to buck my hips that I made his fist move inside of me with the bucking.` His tongue flicking against my asshole his fist inside of me, laughing at the pure pleasure he was bring me.



Stranger



He grabbed my hips and pressed against me from behind. Without turning around I could tell he was much taller than me. His hands were large and hot with long fingers that dug into my flesh. I stood paralyzed pressed against the bar with the crush of bodies crowding the place. 

I had been waiting 15 minutes for a drink and was ready to give up and head home. The night seemed a bust since none of my friends had shown and there was little male talent to speak of. I'm quite pale and have glossy dark brown shoulder length curls. At 5'7" with ample C cup breasts and long shapely legs I looked pretty hot crammed into a tight miniskirt that stretched precariously across my generous ass. I wore a slinky tank top minus bra since gravity hadn't yet taken it's toll. Wearing so little was risky but felt deliciously bad. Thus far I had avoided many unwanted advances already finding no males to my liking. I hate crowded places anyway and now someone was taking advantage of the situation invading my personal space with an insulting level of confidence. 

He unabashedly pressed his massive erection into my lower back. Despite the potential I felt in the size of the organ burning hotly against me I prepared to elbow him squarely in the balls. 

"You want a drink?" he breathed into my ear with a voice deep and velvety that managed to halt my violent plans. 

I finally looked back to confront this cocky prick and was met with the cool gaze of the most beautiful black man I've ever seen. I shook off the tremors I felt throughout my body enough to direct a level glare at him that I hoped displayed my disapproval of the liberties he was taking. He responded with a smile as he turned me around to face him. My eyes were barely level with his lips despite my 4 inch heels and any protests I might have made were silenced when he laid a finger against my lips. 

"Shhhhh, just follow me." 

Palming my ass with one massive hand he led me through the crowd to a door hidden by a shadowed corner. With a motion he opened the door and pulled me through into a storage room. 

"I work here usually but I'm off the clock tonight" he told me as I heard the unmistakable click of a lock sliding into place. 

Finally I found my voice, "So where's my drink?" I asked trying to stay calm despite being locked in a room with a stranger in a very noisy bar that would certainly hide any screams.

"Look around." 

My eyes adjusted to the dim overhead light and I realized there were stacked boxes of beer and liquor. The room was even slightly chilly as if the AC was purposely turned up. My nipples became hard as rock as a shiver passed over me from the combination of temperature and apprehension. 

"I've been watching you sulk at the bar for a while now, you get stood up by your boyfriend?" 

I debated telling him I was newly single but maybe an imaginary boyfriend would lend some protection since I had no intentions of rewarding his behavior so far. 

"He ended up having to work late." I stammered as I grabbed a nearby bottle of flavored vodka and cracked it open. 

I took a deep swig and said, "Thanks for the drink but I need to get home." 

"I think you can stay a bit longer," he said stalking towards me. 

Realizing I had managed to stick myself in the far corner, my eyes darted around looking for an escape. He was broad shouldered and outweighed me by at least 80 lbs. Maybe I can talk my way out of this. He stood directly in front of me eyeing me up and down like a meal. 

"I don't know what you think you're going to get from me but I assure you it's not..."

He closed the distance grabbing me around the waist while pressing his lips to mine silencing me and taking advantage of my open mouth to dart his tongue in. I kissed him back briefly before planting my hands on his chest pushing him back. He didn't budge just kissing me deeper and sliding his hands down to squeeze my ass. 

I got my mouth away enough to say "I can't." 

"Oh I think you can" he said as his hands moved to the top of my thighs sliding back up under my skirt to my bare ass finding a lack of panties. 

"I won't," I stammered.

"I think you will." 

He growled as his fingers delved lower between my ass cheeks grazing my pussy lips feeling the moisture gathering despite myself. His mouth closed over mine again silencing my protests. One hand moved deeper and lower, fingertips parting my swollen pussy lips as he moved the other hand between us up under my shirt finding my nipple already hard. I caught fire under the assault of his hands and sighed into his mouth pressing my body to his. The bottle slipped from my hand and poured its contents on the floor without breaking. A similar deluge was pouring between my legs as he gathered my juices with his hand and used the lubrication to circle my clit until it swelled before pushing 2 fingers into my slick hole feeling my tightness. Now a moan escaped his lips as he lifted me up onto a stack of boxes with my skirt around my waist spreading my thighs. 

Dropping down between my legs he pressed his tongue to my dripping slit and delved in licking me hard and deep before sucking my pussy lips into his mouth making my body convulse. i didn't notice he had undone his pants until he stood back up pressing his swollen black dick head against my opening. The head was as big and purple as a juicy plum and he rubbed the precum leaking from the tip all over it before pushing forward inserting 2 thick inches causing me to shriek at the invasion. There were 8 more and I knew he intended to bury the whole thing into my quivering cunt. He slid back and forth teasing me with the tip and getting himself fully lubricated. My hands reached out to unbutton his shirt, delaying the inevitable. His sculpted chocolate torso distracted me from the fact I was letting a strange man penetrate me unprotected. 

He pulled my flimsy shirt over my head in turn lowering his mouth to suck a nipple making me unconsciously push forward taking more of him in. As his teeth bit down he pushed deeper and my head rolled back. I had never felt so full. He reached the deepest parts of me and kept pushing. My head snapped up and I took in the sight of his black monster cock stretching me farther than I thought possible. 3 inches were still outside of me as he started to thrust in and out. There was pain as the forcefulness of his pounding increased and I was amazed that each time he moved forward I was able to accommodate more until his heavy black balls rested on my ass. 

He stayed like that for a moment reaching back down to lick and nibble at my breasts. My pussy muscles started clenching and releasing making him forget my chest as he braced himself with his hands on the wall behind me and began to fuck me in earnest. An orgasm that had been building crashed over me as I released torrents of pussy juices all over him. 

His dick shone wetly as he said "That's what I wanted to see". 

My legs wrapped around his waist and his hands went back to my ass as he slowed his strokes. 

"I've never felt a wetter, tighter pussy than you got."

My pussy had never gotten so wet."

"This pussy is mine now." 

I came again screaming "YES, YES, it's yours, I'm yours!"

I felt him getting thicker and knew he was close. 

Reality hit me. 

"You can't cum inside me, I'm not using anything!" 

Just then he pushed all the way in and I felt him start to pulse as he groaned releasing hot torrents of potent sperm right into my womb. I felt it filling me and he started thrusting again pushing the cum as deep into my body as it would go. The feeling of his thick cock shooting pushed me over again screaming unintelligibly. I felt my pussy milking the last drops as he finished emptying his balls holding himself deeply again. He pulled out slowly and I felt the cum dripping down my ass. Even softening his dick was impressive and I couldn't take my eyes off it as he tucked it back into his pants. 

"Come back tomorrow night" he said and kissed me again deeply. He tossed me my shirt before leaving and as I put it on I realized I didn't even know his name. The door open as I pulled my skirt down standing on shaky legs hoping I could still walk. 

He stuck his head in "I'm Demetrius."

"Chloe" I answered.

"Pleasure meeting you," He purred, then with a quick smile and a wink, he disappeared back into the bar. 



Stranger



It had been one year to the date that he and his girlfriend broke up. They had dated for 3 years but monotony settled in and both felt guilty about breaking up with the other until one day he made the difficult decision. She thanked him for it and they were able to remain friendly, at least, if not real friends. His friends decided it was time he moved on.

"Come out to the club with us!"

"I don't know..."

"Look. You've been moping about for a year now. A YEAR. And it's not even like she ripped out your heart. It was a long overdue, mutual, civilized break up and now you deserve some fun," his friend winked.

"The 'fun' you guys have isn't the 'fun' I'm looking for."

"Dude. Are you judging us? Not cool."

"No, not judging. Friendly criticism."

"Sure. Whatever. You're coming out with us. There's someone we want to introduce you to."

He rolls his eyes.

"Maybe you two hit it off, maybe you don't, but it couldn't hurt. But seriously, you're depressing all of us."

He heaves a sigh of surrender. 

Crowds were lining up at the door and the usual dance floor had been transformed to accommodate a stage for the live band playing tonight. Once the show started, everyone rushed towards the stage to dance and jump to their hearts' content. He orders another beer and sits at the table, watching his friends and strangers dancing and groping. He hadn't noticed the girl watching him from across the room. She too was sipping away at a beer, but instead of watching her friends, she was observing him. She watches as his friends return to his table and sweep him away onto the dance floor. Time to make her move.

She dances around him; her eyes never leaving his. Once he returns her gaze, she dances up close to him, her hips moves with his. She grinds her ass against his crotch until she feels his stiff erection. She turns to face him and, with her hand on the back of his neck, pulls him in for a deep kiss. He's completely caught by surprise, but manages to kiss her back. She breaks the kiss and leads him towards the "Employees Only" room. She pulls him in and locks the door. 

She slams him against the wall, holding him by his throat. Mischievously, the corners of her lips curl up. She leans in close to his ear and whispers, "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you're going to cry."

She nibbles on his earlobe, biting down his neck. Her hand glides down from his neck down his chest to his stomach, pressing firmly against his abs. She pulls him by his shirt away from the wall and kicks his feet from under him, letting him fall to the floor. She swoops on top and devours his lips. She sucks out his tongue and bottom lip. She claws her hand through his hair and pulls his head back, exposing his Adam's apple. She rubs her nose across his neck, breathing him in. She traces a circle with her tongue around his Adam's apple. His hands rest on her thighs, massaging up to her butt. He reaches up to touch her face, but immediately, she grabs him by the wrists and pins his arms above his head. 

She looks into his eyes, "Not your turn yet." She gently bites the tip of his nose while her hands flow back down his arms and rests on his chest. She sits up, scooting back till her hips are above his. Grabbing his shirt collar, she yanks him up and sinks her teeth into his shoulder. 

He clutches at her waist and lets out a yelp. She nuzzles her nose behind his ear and tells him, "I love hearing you scream for me." 

She could feel his erection through his jeans. She looks down and rubs him, "Almost ready," she says with a devilish grin. She stands up above him, feet planted on each side and pulls him to his feet, dragging him to the couch and pushing him down. She unbuttons her shirt and throws it to the side. She stands in front of him, taking off her pants in deliberate slow motion. He watches and wonders what his next instructions will be. 

"Take off your clothes, pants first," she commands. 

He hands them to her and continues to take off his shirt. She whips the belt out from his pants and holds one end as she runs it through her other hand. She folds it in half and cracks it loudly. She climbs on top of him. Her movements are smooth and slow. Their bare thighs touch as she straddles him, holding the belt up against his neck, tilting his head up. It's still warm from his own body heat. She holds it across his neck, as she rises to her knees, so her face is above his. She licks his lips from corner to corner. She presses the belt harder against his neck. He arches back trying to breathe. She grinds up against his hardening dick with her crotch. His hands grip at her thighs and she loosens up her grip and flings the belt over the couch. Her hands cup the back of his neck, pulling his face into her chest. One whiff of her scent and he couldn't resist pulling her closer, sucking on her chest and neck. He tears off her bra and takes her erect nipple into his mouth. He lightly licks a circle around her areola, teasing her. She growls into the air and digs her nails into his shoulder, drawing blood. He tries to muffle his cry in his throat. 

She holds his chin, "That's what you get for teasing me. Now let's see how you like it."

Firmly gripping the back of his neck, she bites the base of his neck before pushing him back against the couch and sliding down his body, tearing off his boxers. She pushes his legs apart, and clutches at his very stiff member. Her eyes lock into his as her tongue licks the tip and lightly pushes into the slit. He watches her nervously. His cock hovers inside her mouth as she bares her teeth. She could feel his whole body stiffen, afraid to move. She gently bites down, barely scraping the skin, while her tongue circles and flicks the head. She wraps her lips around him and glides his slick dick into her throat. He closes his eyes and leans his head back. She continues to stare up at him, drinking in his every expression. His moans further excite her. She could feel her pussy getting hotter. She strokes him, feeling his cock growing harder. He starts to breathe deeper. She quickly stands up and steps out of her panties. She straddles his lap, holding his dick, rubbing it back and forth along her dripping slit. 

"Tell me what you want," she demands. 

"You?" searching her face for the correct answer.

Her eyes drill into his. "Is that a question?" she asks, slow and seething.

"I want you," he states.

She dips the tip of his cock inside her and pulls it back out. They both moan.

"Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to your cock."

He pauses and pulls her in close. "Ride it. Fuck it. It's yours."

At this, she smiles and plunges his cock inside her wet folds. She places both his hands on her breasts as she thrusts her hips forward. She slowly starts rocking back and forth, thrusting forward each time, pushing him deeper each time. Her pace quickens, as does her aroused panting. She grips his shoulders and rapidly grinds into him. He holds her ass, guiding her hips down, keeping rhythm. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he shifts to lie on the couch with her still on top. He pulls her down for a kiss, while his hips try to drill up into her moist pussy. After they kiss, she slaps him across the face. "That's what you get for moving without my permission. Now suck on my nipples."

She pushes her breast into his mouth, and he immediately starts devouring. He holds her soft mound in his hand and rubs the tip along his lips before flicking it with his tongue. He gently bites down and sucks hard on her nipple, switching from right to left, then back to the right. She holds his chin to stop him. She pushes his chin up and sucks on the visible tendon, leaving a mark. She lies flat on top of him, pressing her chest to his. Her nails scrape up the inside of his biceps up to his fingertips. Her tongue slithers around his ear. He could feel her pussy walls gripping and squeezing his cock. She holds his neck as she sits back up and starts rocking back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her slippery snatch. Her grip tightens as she gyrates more fervently. Their guttural moans echo through the room. He grabs her hand on his neck. She holds her grip and reaches back with her other hand to massage his testicles. Upon her touch, he could feel his orgasm shooting down his back and gushing out. "UNHHNhhhh...uunnnhhhhh..." rolls out from his throat as his whole body bucks underneath her, erratically shoving his cock up into her hot cunt.

The extra force and animalistic grunting releases her own orgasm. "UnhUnhUnhUnnnnh....Aww...!!!," she screams as her pussy spasms around his dick. Sweat drips down her neck and rolls down her chest. His eyes are closed and his chest is still heaving. As her breathing calms, she grabs the back of his sweaty head and bites his bottom lip. She rolls off his limp body, gathers her things and heads for the door.

"See you around," she says before closing the door behind her.

Still a little dazed, but also worried about getting caught, he quickly puts his clothes back on and goes back out to join his friends. 

"Dude, we lost you," his friend exclaims when he finally rejoins the table. 

"I was on the dance floor the whole time!" he lies. 

"Well, sit down. She's here!"

"Who?"

"The girl we wanted you to meet."

A group of girls approaches his table and he spots her among them. His friends push him towards her.

"George, this is Nancy. Nancy, George."

She smiles mischievously and shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you, George."

He smiles, "Likewise, Nancy."



Stranger



This is part three to a story started in Heat and continued in Lost. It's been edited by an outside source, but some spelling and grammar mistakes may remain. Just a heads a warning. 

***** 

In a limp furry mass Lilli lay unaware on the bed as Keith stayed on his knees in shock. His mind fumbled at all the kitties he'd known and nothing like her came to mind, in either his world or the standard world. 

Slowly he got to his feet thinking maybe she could have been a highbred. It was extremely rare, but not unheard of. It would explain why she had been abandoned, as most "sports" were very unwelcome. 

Yet the closer he got to her the less she looked like any cats he'd seen. Sports usually looked somewhat like one of their parents; she almost looked like a Domestic cat, which was completely impossible. Domestic cats were bred into what they were, his kind were not. Myth was that they had evolved along with their wild animal cousins. 

Slowly different characteristics came clear. She was a fuzzy reddish grey tabby, a compact ball sprinkled with faint spots. Her legs were loosely bared, her tail ringed, her forehead spotted - a mess of markings. Her face was slightly flattened set with low, red backed ears that framed white and black rimmed eyes. Black and white stripes ran from the corner of the eyes out, looking like fanciful makeup. 

No, she wasn't a sport. 

But what in the world could she be? 

Quickly tucking himself back into his pants Keith stumbled to the door. Maybe Mathus had seen something like her. 

Out of the room and into the kitchen where Mathus was reading and sipping at coffee, and Keith hadn't a clue what to say. In the end he just shook his head at the Alpha and asked him to come look. 

When the Alpha just stared down at the kitty on the bed Keith felt his viewpoints shifting. Of course it was a completely unreasonable expectation to believe your Alpha would know everything, yet he knew he had. He knew Mathus was just a normal changer, not super human, not imbued with super powers, but he also knew that the Alphas often shared things with each other that they kept from those in their packs. 

They stared down at the kitty before them, and Keith felt a moment of pity for her. She'd lived her life abandoned and unwanted, had been put through the wringer, and now he couldn't even find her a pack. As far as he was aware this was a completely unique situation. Was she doomed to be kicked out again, to struggle with her new life as best she could? Could she stay with them or would the other packs expect them to give her up? He'd promised her answers and found he could give her none. 

"Holy. Fucking. Hell" 

Keith really couldn't have said it any better. 

The two confused leopards sat in the kitchen, thoughts to themselves. Mathus had said something about getting all the Alphas together, but had left his sentence unfinished. In the end neither of them had a clue what to do. 

A wail suddenly tore through the house, pulling each man to his feet. It was a sound that should have sent shivers down their spines but actually tightened everything below their belts; it was the sound of a cat in heat. They glanced at each other and both changed into their other forms, whatever they were about to face wouldn't respond to human words and logic, not after it's very first change. They both knew that for the next few changes she'd mostly be lost to the animal nature running through her. 

Mathus was a large, brightly-hided Leopard. Keith was softer and paler looking; not a snow leopard, but not standard. He knew something about sports, and while he was extremely powerful he wasn't likely to rise above the station he currently held, even though he was just a mix of leopards. Most packs would take down sports that tried to fight for the Alpha position. 

They found her in the hallway, crouched low and obviously without thought, she was all cat brain, no human. It just hadn't occurred to him to shut the door; most cats changed back to human before waking if they fell asleep in cat form. She was so past the age that most cats changed for the first time that he didn't think she might stay trapped like sometimes happened in younger changes, or he hoped she wouldn't anyway. 

Lilli clearly only had mating in mind and both males had to remind themselves that they were here for other reasons. 

Although they hadn't talked about it, they started to "herd" her though the house toward the basement. When he'd taken on the Alpha position and the house, Mathus had had the basement converted into a safe room for cats in trouble. The walls were thickened and sound protected, the door bolted from the outside. Nearly everything easily destroyed or dangerous had been removed or locked away. The only illumination came from a caged light in the ceiling; the bed was a thick futon pad on the floor. Also included was a bathroom with a rather large tub. Mathus had wanted every one of his charges taken care of, no one left out in the cold. 

Crying out her need, Lilli let herself be herded until the three of them stood in the safe room. She crouched before them, ready to be mounted but also ready to fight. Their instincts swallowing them up and they both slinked toward her, but when Mathus made to move for her Keith pushed his way between them, baring his teeth and growling. This kitty was his and he intended to fight for her. 

For a long moment - filled with growls and hisses - the males sized each other up. Even though they were closely matched in power, Keith had never challenged his alpha. He knew doing so could lead to his death or expulsion, but at the moment he couldn't stop himself. 

Finally Mathus stepped back and changed back into his human form. "I had no interest in keeping her Keith, you know what this was." With a shrug he backs out, shutting the heavy door behind himself. 

Keith wasn't interested in thinking that through. Currently, he only had one thing in mind. 

Throughout the next couple of days Keith did everything he could to meet Lilli's need, but nothing he did seemed to be helping at all. In cat form her heat didn't seem to respond as it had in human form, all his effort just seemed to keep it from getting worse. He begin to suspect that without climax her heat wasn't being matched; he'd never heard of such a thing, but she was turning out to be nothing anyone expected. He and Mathus agreed that sense they'd forced her to change, it would probably be best to let her come out on her own. Yet as more time passed they both started to wonder if they should force her back. Could she not change on her own? 

Finally Keith had to admit that he couldn't keep up with her need, something that had only happened two other times. He had the position he had in the pack in part because of his high sex drive and ability to continue on when most men could not. So he brought in one of the lesser leopards, a kitty that was happy with his standing and had shown little interest in anything else. One of the few leopards he spent any time with, and the only leopard he'd ever shared a kitty with. He hadn't a clue how Lilli felt about having relations with more than one man, but at the moment he had very few other choices. 

A soft heavy breathing brought Lilli out of sleep. For a moment she sighed in contentment; she was comfortable and warm, soft fur brushing her skin. Memories echoed through her and she draped her arm over the furry body in front of her, fur like velvet started to vibrate under her arm. Finally pains and need started in her, she stretched and crept out from the little cocoon she lay in. 

That's when she realized the bed she was on wasn't what she was use to as a bed and that the furred body wasn't what she remembered of Keith. She pressed into the wall and noticed that Keith was asleep not far from the nearly black leopard she'd been cuddled against. 

As she huddled there, wondering what had become of her, the dark leopard stretched as cats do and sort of inched toward her, a loud purr preceding him. Finally he flopped over bonelessly, heavy head thumping into her lap. There he lay, purr rattling her bones, waiting for her to relax. 

Very slowly Lilli's muscles un-tensed, responding to the leopards purr; she finally reached up and oh so lightly brushed her hand down his head. The purring kicked up into a roar and the leopard rubbed his face against her belly. 

It should terrify her to have such a powerful set of jaws so close to her bare stomach, but she felt no malice from him. Some part of her knew he wasn't a true leopard, but for now she was content to pretend he was a very large house cat. 

In wonder Lilli brushed her hand along the magnificent creatures head, awed at herself and what she was doing. He bumped his dark head into her, rubbing his face along her belly. The deep purr crept through her, settling into her bones, creeping down her body. The animal wiggled higher and now his fur brushed along the underside of her breasts; a silky soft caress. Both hands came up to rub the leopard's ears, and somehow he purred even louder. Another brush along the underside of her breasts and Lilli shivered, the delicate caress and the rumbling of his purr was building a familiar tension in her. Even though every part of her ached and she couldn't remember being so tired, a gentle arousal washed over her. 

The dark cat pressed against her, slowly sliding her down the wall until she was on her back, the large cat laying across her, rubbing against her skin. The beautiful creature stretched his neck out and while staring at her with eerily intelligent eyes he carefully brushed his chin across her nipples, his fur barely touching her. 

Lilli's gasped as her nipples hardened farther. If anyone could say a cat smiled, this one did as rubbed his face along the tops of her breasts. Her back arched, her eyes fluttered closed, and that purr settled deep into her core; Lilli pressed her legs tight in response. That head rubbed against her several times before the cat hitched up slightly. The startling sensation of a harsh cat tongue scrapping along the underside of a breast pulled a sound between a gasp and a moan from her and she opened her eyes to see the leopard licking her breast with his eyes locked on her own. The knowledge that the creature atop her somehow contained a human burned through her and confusion tangled with the arousal; she couldn't tell if it bothered her more that the creature atop her contained a human, or that what was so clearly working to turn her on was a cat. Her inner turmoil had no chance to overcome how she felt because the leopard ran his tongue along the very edge of her nipple. The sharp feeling pulled a moan from her, and her eyes slid closed. The leopard continued to carefully lick all around the sensitive nub, chasing all thoughts from Lilli's brain except expectation laced with dread for where he was going next. Shivers raced through her, raising goose bumps along her skin. 

When that tongue finally lightly caressed over her nipple, Lilli cried out in a harsh unused voice, her hips rising off the bed. The feeling was somewhere between pleasure and pain, each lick burned through her and ratcheted her need higher. 

Just when Lilli thought she couldn't handle the feelings crashing through her the leopard moved on, licking back down her breast and slowly working lower. The move bought her time, let her catch her breath. Then she realized that the cat was continuing his southward journey and the pent up need hitched up another notch. 

Once at her lower belly he started his slow teasing again. The idea of that sharp tongue between her legs was terrifying, but it was equally arousing. Soft pleading whimpers escaped her and she started writhing in place. 

"Oh god!" Lilli cried out when the cat's tongue caressed the crease between her thigh and mound. 

"Ok brother cat," A hand pushed the furry head away from Lilli. "I don't think she's ready for that yet." 

Lilli's eyes opened to see Keith right before he scooped her into his arms. "Oh Keith!" She hugged him while he carried her into the bathroom. He continued to hold her as he crouched to start filling the bathtub. 

"I think a bath would do you well." 

She laughed, she couldn't have said why, but she found herself extremely happy to see him. As he started to set her down next to the tub she caught herself whispering to him, "You have left me needing a bit though." She did feel need burning in her. 

Keith laughed. He was even happier than she was, he'd almost run out of hope that she'd change. Before pulling away he tunneled a hand into her hair and tightened his fingers at the back of her head. 

"You'd think you'd know better by now", he whispered back. He hoped this was the dying end of her heat, this need smelled and felt different. 

A silence settled over them as the bath filled, a silence that was neither easy nor strained. What there was of their relationship had never neared anything like normal, and this was normal. With nothing huge hanging over their heads they didn't know what to say to each other. They caught each other's eyes and laughed. Kevin reached a hand out to her, "Come on". 

They settled in the tub together, Lilli sitting between Keith's legs. Rather slowly Keith lathered up his hands, then lifted one of hers and began to very carefully clean every inch of every finger. He was attempting to do a couple of different things; he was hoping to reconnect the two of them after such a long unusual break, and to keep her from the physical reminder of how long she'd gone without a proper bath. 

Keith's hands moved up one arm then repeated for the other. When he started to work on her shoulders he felt her breathing deepen, a natural reaction, not the frantic one he would have gotten from her even the day before. Something inside him relaxed, he had been extremely worried that that driving need wouldn't have left her. 

Those clever hands started working down, his large hands rubbing and kneading her breasts, causing a slow burn to start in her belly. Lilli shifted about and felt Keith growing against her behind. With a small smile she wiggled, hoping to encourage those hands to work faster. 

Keith chuckled and shifted Lilli forward slightly. "Impatient little minx," he whispered in her ear and gave it a small nip. 

Lilli tossed a small glower back toward Keith, then quickly forgot her beef with him when his fingers moved onto her nipples. She sighed and relaxed slightly, her head falling back against his shoulder. He rolled and pulled her nipples, working them until she moaned softly. Then his hands moved on. Once below the surface of the water the soap washed away, but Keith's hands continued to move as if he was working soap into her skin. 

Another moan left her lips as his hands continued to move. She'd never realized that someone washing her could be so erotic. Quite suddenly Keith hooked his feet around her ankles and pulled her legs apart in a move so forceful that it pulled a sound half way between a cry and a moan from her. "Sense I don't have the right faucet I'll have to do this the old way." He chuckled at the startled look she tossed him, then his hands slid between her legs and 'washed' everything but the flesh that she truly needed him to touch. She was shifting and moaning long before those hands moved up. Finally, just as she was certain she was going to scream his fingers grasped each of her outer lips and began to knead and gently pull on them. She couldn't recall any of her past lovers paying any true attention to them in the past, yet what Keith was doing was slowly driving her wild. 

She started to whimper and finally Keith's fingers let go of their prisoners and slid between them oh so slowly, the water providing a delightful mix of lubrication and friction. Lilli moaned loudly and arched back into Keith, a shutter running hard through her. Despite her urgent cries he continued running his hand back and forth through her folds. As her body moved more and more erratically he tilted his head to whisper "I missed you," and then sped up his motions until her body tightened and she cried out her pleasure. 

"I missed you too," she laughed softly, but anything else she might have said was interrupted when Keith swung her around until she was draped over the tub and entered her roughly, thrusting in her so hard Lilli began to moan as a new wave of growing pleasure washed into her. Keith grabbed her hips and tilted her so he would hit against that tender spot deep in her. She cried out and struggled against the sharp pleasure bolting through her but Keith's strong hands held her firm until he managed to push her over that shiny edge again, quickly following her into pleasure as her flesh rhythmically grasped his own. 

Lilli collapsed against the tub and pulled in air. "Wow," she gasped, Keith chuckled against her back then gently turned her so she was sitting in the seat he had started in. With a tender smile he brushed his thumbs against her cheeks. 

"There is some of your clothing on the shelf above the toilet, finish washing up and I'll meet you upstairs." 

Lilli batted her eyes at him, her body tired and sore. "Sure", she murmured back. 

With a smile Keith climbed out and after drying off walked out of the bathroom naked. 

When Lilli eventually got dressed she noticed that her pants were few sizes to large and dread grew in her. The room she'd awaken in was empty by the time she passed through, her eyes skittering over the contents, not wanting to focus on much of it. All she had were flashes and vague impressions and she was oddly fine with that at the moment. 

The smell of cooking steak suddenly hit her and she all but ran up the stairs. Lilli saw nothing but Mathus cooking on the other side of the low kitchen counter. The older man laughed at her when she eagerly sat at that counter, her eyes hopeful, and without a word he slid the freshly cooked steak and eggs in front of her. 

It was the best thing she'd ever put in her mouth near as she could remember. She scarfed it down, paying no attention to the two men watching her, the only thing she really cared about was finishing the food in front of her. It felt like she hadn't eaten in weeks. As soon as she finished her plate she snatched up an apple from a nearby basket. Mathus laughed and quickly whisked away her plate, "Careful girl, wouldn't want to choke yourself!". 

Lilli bit into her rose colored prize and closed her eyes in bliss as its sweet nectar burst into her mouth. She slowly chewed her bite, swallowed and then sighed. 

"I think I can breath now" she murmured and opened her eyes to find the men smiling at her. She blushed and looked away. 

"No worries kitten, we've all been there." Keith gently rubbed his hand down her back. All he really wanted was to hold her and not tell her the info he was about to revel, even though he knew that wasn't an option. 

"I had hoped that you were about to tell me I was a leopard, but from the heavy feeling in the room..." 

The comforting hand fluttered on her back and fell away. "No, you aren't a leopard." 

Her heart started up a terrified rhythm. 

"What am I?" she whispered. When the silence stretched painfully long she lifted her deep blue eyes up to meet Keith's beautiful green ones. "What am I?" she asked again. 

Keith sighed "We... " He cleared his throat. "We just don't know, to be honest." He watched utter shock flood into her eyes. 

"How could you not know?" It was just not a response she ever would have considered hearing. 

"Normally I would have said there was no way we wouldn't know," Mathus shook his head. "But frankly you surprised us." 

"What does that mean for me?" 

"Nothing yet," The Alpha came around the counter to stand near the two of them. "Keith and I have a meeting with the heads as many of the other cats as we could round up. Surely someone will have an answer." He gave the girl a goodwill pat. "You have a place with us for as long as it takes." It was the best he had for her. 




Stranger



At least she wasn't homeless yet. Something sharp burst in her chest. Her world was just crashing around her and every time she found a toe hold it was snatched from her. She couldn't bring herself to look at Keith. She still felt a connection from him and she couldn't bare to think about leaving him for strangers. 

Staring at nothing Lilli nervously turned the apple in her hand; she could feel stress rolling off the two men. What could be worse than what they'd already told her? Her heart stuttered and she felt weak as her thinness and ravenous hunger hit her. "How long was I... out?' 

The men tossed back and forth heavy looks, avoiding the girl in front of them. 

"How long?" She whispered. 

She saw Keith's hand flutter against the counter before it moved it from sight. "A bit over a month. " 

A month? A month?!? How was that possible? She tried to repeat those words but no sound came out. 

"Breathe kitten. Breathe." 

For a moment her eyes touched Keith's then the world spun. 

Mathus was lucky enough to see Lilli's fingers relax just in time to see her start to collapse, the apple slipping from those fingers. He caught her on her way down and carried her over to the couch. "It's ok young one, it's ok." He laid her out and covered her with the slightly tattered afghan that he kept folded on one side of the couch. He left Keith at her side and went to get a cool damp cloth for her forehead. 

"Just breathe," Keith whispered to her, wondering why this one cat had to suffer so much. Gently he caressed her head then laid the cool cloth on her forehead when Mathus handed it over. 

They stayed that way for a few moments before Mathus laid a heavy hand on Keith's shoulder. "I know the timing isn't great but we have to leave". 

Keith turned angry eyes to his alpha, "No way!" he had no intention of leaving Lilli at a time like this. Mathus didn't back down. 

"I don't like it any more than you do, Keith, but you know what it took to get all these cats in one place." 

Fucking hell. Keith knew his Alpha was right. He could send Mathus off on his own, but He'd done the research and had followed her, so he knew the most about her. 

"Go." Lilli's voice was faint, but firm. 

"Lilli.." 

"Keith. My life is on hold until we know what I am." 

Keith fought the need to hiss. A gentle hand touched his arm. 

"Go. Please find out what I am". Her eyes were steady. 

"Are you sure?" 

"I'll be fine." She found she couldn't tell him she was sure, because the last thing she wanted was to be left, but her life was frozen in time until they found out what she was. 

Very gently Keith pressed his lips to her forehead over the cloth, wishing everything would be different. 

Mathus turned on the TV and passed the girl his remote. He penned her with his eyes "Don't over do it, just rest." Then they were out the door, leaving her behind. 

Alone, Lilli sat forward and started to cry, feeling her tattered life crumbling around her. 

"Aw sister cat," a warm, unknown voice spoke near her. "Don't cry." 

Lilli sat up to see a unknown man a few feet from her. Even though she hadn't known she wasn't alone, and didn't know this guy from Adam, she found she wasn't in the least concerned. For some reason it didn't bother her to be alone in a strange house with this unknown man. Curious she studied him, tears still on her cheeks. He likely only stood about 5 feet, and slender, but now that she knew this world held people who could turn into animals, she realized size didn't mean safety. He was well kept; dark hair and beard were carefully groomed, eyes a deep golden brown. 

He smiled at her softly, his eyes filling with warmth. "I'm Andre." 

Comprehension dawned. 

"You're the dark leopard!" She felt her cheeks warm as her mind went back to their last encounter. 

Andre laughed, retrieved the forgotten damp cloth and sat down on the coffee table to brush the tears from her cheeks. "Yeah, that was me." He tucked the cloth into her hand. "Don't be embarrassed, it's not like you were in your normal mind this last month." 

Lilli's face fell. A month, she lost a month of her life, and likely her job and apartment. The tears welled again. 

"Oh honey." Andre sat next to her on the couch and pulled her into his arms. He might be a stranger, but he felt familiar right then, and she needed the comfort. All he did was hold her, no words, because what could he say? Nothing would change the reality of her life right now. The tears died off and Andre just held her, held her and hummed until she started to pull away. 

"Now see, that's not fair." He brushed the tears off her cheeks with her thumbs, and tucked a stray lock of cinnamon colored hair behind an ear. "All that crying and you're still beautiful". 

That startled a laugh out of her and brought the light back to her twilight eyes. 

Lilli found that she was really comfortable with Andre. He was friendly, funny and had a talent for keeping her mind off the obvious. She was enjoying just talking to him but found herself dropping, half ready to drift off. 

Andre laughed softly. "I think it might be time for you to go lay down." 

Lilli shook her head. "No, I wanted to wait for Keith to get home." 

"Honey, I'm sure he'll wake you if he has anything to tell." 

After a bit of coxing he got her into the spare room, which turned out to be the room where Keith had pulled her other form out. 

Thirty minutes later she came back out, looking sleepy and tussled. 

"Can't fall asleep, can you?" 

Andre suspected he knew why. She'd just spend the last month sleeping in a little pile with other kitties; a common way for kitties and other changers to sleep. It was warm, comfortable, safe, and bonded you with the others. She had no way of knowing that was what she was missing, and right now probably wasn't the time to tell her. 

After she nodded, he lifted his arm and let her snuggle into his side under Mathus' ragged afghan, and in moments she was asleep. Andre really hoped that where ever she landed was with a friendly pack. 

Keith came home alone, Mathus having left the meeting to go directly to work. The site of Lilli cuddling fast asleep with Andre caused an irrational anger and jealousy to build in him. Seeing red, he grabbed up the girl, muttering something angry about not having left her there for him to hit on, and hurried her off to the room that, ironically was effectively Andre's for now. 

She looked so peaceful, covered by the blanket that Keith knew Andre had brought, that all his anger washed away. He wasn't angry at Andre, he knew it was left over from the meeting. With a soft sigh of regret, Keith left the girl to apologize. 

Andre was gathering up some things off the kitchen counter, carefully not looking at Keith. 

"Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be off, I'll get the rest of my stuff later." As Andre turned to head for the door, Keith grabbed his arm and pulled him into a slightly awkward man hug. 

"I'm sorry Andre, you didn't deserve that. Please stay" 

After a moment of awkward stiffness Andre hugged back. "I'm guessing the meeting didn't go well". 

With another sigh Keith pulled away to grab them both a beer from the fridge. "No, it didn't." They settled on the couch together. "Not only did no one have any idea what she was... " 

"... but" It was very clear to Andre that something was seriously bugging Keith. Something unexpected had happened at that meeting. 

"There were Jaguars there." 

"Jaguars?! I don't think I've ever even known anyone who's met any. They pretty much never leave their home land." 

" I know, I honestly couldn't even tell you how they knew about the meeting. Mathus said he personally reached out only to the Alpha's he knew, but it was an open meeting, so the all the Alpha's were free to invite any they knew." 

For a moment no one said anything. Keith was clearly shaken and seemed to need to gather himself. He took a long drink of the beer in his hand. 

"I honestly can't even tell you what it was that bothered me about them. They didn't really do anything wrong." 

"So they just looked at the pictures and said they didn't know what she was?" 

The look in Keith's eyes said there was more, but he clearly needed to be prompted to figure out what bothered him so much. Andre saw something flash through the other man's eyes. 

"No! They asked questions." Keith shook his head. "Everyone asked questions, but they asked more. They wanted to know everything about her. Where I found her, how long I followed her, if she knew anything about where she came from. They even seemed to have some idea about her heat. They said nothing specific, gave no real details, but asked questions about it, which no one else did." He put his empty on the coffee table. "Something is wrong here. They know somehow. They claimed to have no idea what she was, but I just don't believe them, they wanted to know way to much". 

"Should we run?" It seemed a crazy thing to do, but Andre saw the alarm in Keith. The thought that there didn't need to be a "we" didn't occur to him. Keith and Lilli had become his personal pack over the last month and the idea of leaving them to run without him didn't even cross his mind. 

"Honestly I don't know. I think it's unlikely that they'd come after us right away, but I think tomorrow we should leave Mathus' house. I don't want to bring anything down on him." 

They fell silent again, both thinking unhappy thoughts. 

"Well, if we aren't going to leave tonight we should take the time to cuddle with our girl". Keith noticed the "our" but didn't argue it. The truth was she had become "their" girl, and right now he just wanted the comfort of other people's skin against his own. 

Keith woke feeling a fuzzy contentment. He'd fallen asleep holding Lilli while she spooned Andre. In their sleep they'd all squiggled around so that he and Lilli lay facing one another, legs tangled together, and Keith was spooning her, arm flung over her side. He certainly had never expected to become a small unit that included another man, but it felt right and at the moment, he needed some comfort. He ran his fingers lightly down the side of Lilli's face and saw her smile. Apparently she wasn't entirely asleep either. 

Those fingers trailed down to oh so carefully trace around the swell of her exposed breasts and she gave an encouraging wiggle. A plan evolved when Keith caught a slight smile from what he could see of Andre's face. 

Keith reached over and caught up Andre's hand where it lay against her stomach and carried it up to her breast. The half hidden smile on Andre's face turned into a very masculine grin. Yeah, this would be a lot of fun. 

While Andre began to tug at the nipple he found in his hand Keith gently kissed her and started to trail his hand down her stomach. Lilli kissed him back eagerly and shivered on the bed caught between the two. He realized that this was the first time they'd kissed and then let the thought go, now wasn't the time to be thinking about how weirdly their relationship had developed. 

Keith's mouth left hers to capture the nipple that Andre had been playing with, when Andre found himself with a free hand he trailed it down Lilli's side so he could slide it between her legs from behind to play with the wetness he found there. She made a soft sound of encouragement and opened her legs slightly. Keith's fingers slid in to stroke the nub of her clit while Andre thrust fingers into her warmth. Teeth pulled on a nipple and Lilli cried out, writhing between them. For just a quick moment Andre moved from behind her, but he returned quickly enough that she didn't have a chance to miss so much as his warmth. 

As her body moved between them Andre moved his hand to slide it up between her rear cheeks. Lilli gasped and would have pulled away but she was trapped between their hard bodies. Just the feel of them trapping her between them caused her to shutter, but also caused her to struggle. 

"Easy sister cat, just relax, trust us." Andre whispered to her. Struggling was normally lots of fun, but in this one case her relaxed would make things much easier. 

Slowly she stopped struggling as Andre continued to whisper encouragingly, sliding his hand between her cheeks but not doing anything more unexpected with it. As she relaxed Keith started pulling on her nipple again, which set her back to moving, then Andre bit her shoulder and it bowed her back. Both men gave out very manly laughs that skittered along her skin, pulling a harsh gasp from her. 

As if they timed it both sets of teeth bit in harder and Andre hand stopped moving, his finger pressing in where nothing had pressed in before. Lilli writhed, but froze up around his finger. The men continued to work on her, kissing, biting and caressing until she relaxed enough for Andre to press in farther. Eventually Keith's fingers on her clit distracted her to the point that she stopped tensing every time Andre moved his finger. When she was no longer able to stop moving, Andre pressed in another. 

Lilli's head fell back and a deep moan escaped her. 

Quicker the men worked on her, their mouths, teeth and hands moving faster, driving her higher and higher; her body dancing, one moan following another. She didn't notice as Andre stretched the rear of her. 

Finally her body could take no more and she screamed out her release to the room. While she was limp and really only semi aware the men pressed in closer, moving her and adjusting their positions. Lilli lay relaxed in their arms, comfortable and happy, unaware of what they had planned. 

While Lilli was still relaxed Andre set his teeth in her shoulder causing a soft purring to raise from her and her eyes to flutter. While she was still boneless he started to press into the space he'd just pulled his fingers from. 

This time it was Keith who started to coax her into relaxing as he moved closer to her, lifting her leg so he could start to press into the front of her. With neither man fully seated yet she made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan, a shudder running through her. 

The men pressed and worked into the tight spaces until they were fully seated in her. "Oh my god!" She cried out, causing the men to laugh again. 

Finally the men started to move in her, finding their joint rhythm, working with her body. Even though they were still moving slowly, Lilli could feel arousal building up in her again. Each motion they made sang through her every nerve as if they were doing more than just fucking her. 

Faster the men worked in her, and just as quickly she climbed toward exploding again. Before now she'd not been multi orgasmic, but the men where changing everything. She started to cry out a steady stream of "Oh my god!" as if she wasn't able to stop. A huge storm of pleasure was building in her and as if the men could sense that they began to really thrust in earnest, pounding in her, seeming to crush her for a quick moment each time they were both fully seated in her. 

Quite suddenly the storm broke and her body bowed back as much as possible, her voice breaking from the force of her scream. That bowing and tightening of her body set the men over the edge and they both cried out their pleasure. 

The three of them lay in a sweaty pile for a good long time, reveling in the warm, loose-limbed afterglow. 

Eventually Andre let our a soft manly chuckle. "Well, I think I could lay here forever, but I truly need a shower." 

The other two laughed. 

"You two hop into the shower real quick and I'll go apologize to Mathus," Keith said. They all laughed and untangled themselves. 

While Andre and Lilli showered, Andre caught her up a bit, and Keith went out to look for Mathus. To himself Keith acknowledged he was avoiding Lilli, that part of him just didn't want to tell her how he'd failed, how he hadn't found her a home. 

It didn't take long for Keith to become alarmed. Mathus was nowhere in the house, and it was long after he normally got home. 

Quickly they gathered up most of their stuff and left the house. The plan was for Andre and Lilli to head to Keith's home and for Keith to check in at Mathus' work. Once Keith got home they'd all decide what to do. 

Lilli and Andre ended up huddled on Keith's rather bland couch just waiting, not knowing when Keith would return or what would happen. They sat holding hands, both just staring at the large flat screen, not hearing a word of what was playing. Something in Keith's demeanor had scared them, although he hadn't said anything terribly frightening. 

Fifteen minutes, thirty minute, an hour, two hours passed and the two of them continued to hold hands and stare at nothing. Suddenly the door burst open and Keith came running into the room to grab them up. "We have to go, NOW!" 

Half way across the room the partially closed door was kicked open and four very large men crammed themselves into the room. Lilli let out a very girly scream and baked up against a wall while the boys ran forward to confront the intruders. The large men had knocked both Keith and Andre out in no time. Even though they gave a good fight, they were just no competition. 

Lilli started to run for a window on the other side of the room. The hell if she was going to stand and wait for them to come for her! She'd barely gone three feet before someone snatched her up with a deep laugh. 

"Where do you think you are going, little Wildcat?" Lilli fought, screamed and bit until the man who'd caught her crushed her in his arms and covered nearly her entire face with one beefy hand. 

As she continued to struggle Lilli saw one of the men lift a very limp Andre over a shoulder. "Do you think this one is an African Wildcat too?" 

Another man shrugged his shoulders "Who cares, bring him anyway. If he's not we'll find some other use for him." 

The huge lump manhandling her pressed something over her nose and mouth and as her vision started to grey out she saw Keith jump up and leap for her. Just as quickly a shot rang out and Keith collapsed, red spreading over the chest of his shirt. 

In horror Lilli tried to scream behind the muffling hand, hot pain knifing through her soul. She fought to break away and go toward him until darkness crashed over her head. 

***** 

As you can probably guess by now this isn't the end of the story, so bear with me as I wait for the story to tell me everything that goes from here. Thank you so much for all your patience up to now.



Stranger



She saw him across the crowded dance floor of the packed night club, Cliché she knew, but she just had to talk to him, he literally dripped with sex appeal.

As she danced across the room toward him, his eye caught hers, at that moment a slow sexy song came on and she didn't know what came over her.

She bumped and grinded her hips in time to the music, the whole time eyes locked on his, the girl who had been vying for his attention looked between her and him huffed and stomped off to bitch with her mates about the hussy shaking her booty at HER conquest.

It didn't matter neither of the pair had noticed, she had turned her back to him and was swaying raunchily to the music willing him to approach her, as she turned slightly she saw that he was walking over to her, looking a bit drunk, when he reached her, he stood behind her ever so slightly mimicking her movements.

She looked over her shoulder and brazenly grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, he stepped in towards her and she all of a sudden felt the sexual tension go up a dozen notches, he was rock hard, and rubbing right between her buttocks... she nearly lost her nerve at that point, almost sensing her hesitation he put an arm around her middle pulling her hard against him and slightly brushing the underside of her breast making her catch her breath. He said nothing just swayed against her to the music's beat, and when that song finished he spun her around and kissed her deeply, pressing his still raging hard on against her stomach, she fell into the kiss so deeply she hadn't noticed that the last song had finished.

He broke away, he pulled her hand and led her to the toilets, where they hurried into the disabled cubicle, he undressed her with his eyes, she stepped toward him and silently undid his belt, his chocolate brown eyes made her feel beautiful, his hands came up and hovered in front of her chest as if asking permission, she stopped fumbling with his belt and pulled his hands to her breasts which were tingling with anticipation, what was it with this guy? He all but put her in a spell from the moment she had seen him and now this, in the toilets of all places, so unlike her but it just felt so right, she left his belt and unbuttoned his fly instead, he wasn't wearing any underwear the heat of his dick was immense and made her want him all the more.

She firmly gripped his thick cock and tried to pull it out of the hole she had made unbuttoning his jeans, he winced and undid his belt as his jeans dropped to the floor she saw it making her gasp, he was huge! Not having much experience as she had only really dated a few guys and slept with only two of them, she was sure he was going to have difficulty fitting that inside her hardly deflowered pussy, almost reading her mind he lifted her chin so she looked into his eyes and said, "we will go slow, and I will make sure you are ready", with that he pulled her to him and kissed her while he lifted the bottom of her short tight dress enough to access her soaked panties, "Mmmmm you are hot for me?!"

She blushed just a little as she kissed him again, this time his fingers neatly pushed her panties to one side and slowly circled her clit making her knees go weak, she was so horny she arched her back trying to make his finger slip inside her, but he kept his fingers doing a maddening dance around her sensitive bud.

She was getting close and she was dripping wet by the time he plonked the lid down on the toilet, sitting down on it himself pulling her close to him, at that level she realised her wet sex was level with his face, just as she got close enough he lapped all the way from her lips to her highly aroused clit, he legs went weak and she dropped into his arms feeling dizzy.

He kissed her then and helped her shuffle a bit higher on his thighs, he broke off the kiss to look at her and whispered "ready?" "God YES!" she could think of nothing but impaling herself on that thick pole, he pulled out a silver wrapped condom from his pocked and rolled it on, pushed his cock towards her with his hand as she scooted forward, when he got his head resting against her hot tight hole he lifted her a little to let her weight slowly slide him inside her, she could then control the pace.

She was however so ready she forced herself down hard onto him, he had to hold her still so as not to explode in her right at that second, she started to lift herself up again wanting to satisfy the itch that had started the second she had seen him, he let her ride him for a couple of strokes and grabbed her backside pulling her down to meet his intensifying thrusts, both now out of breath the door to the toilet banged open, his eyes flew open to look over her shoulder at the cleaner who was more than used to seeing sights like this, he grunted and apology and said "best you finish up and leave, they will be locking up when I have done in here!" and quickly shuffled out again, both red faced and mid stride they looked at each other and burst out laughing, she ground down on him as he thrust upwards lifting her off her feet, he got up holding her by the legs and roughly slammed her against the side of the toilet, he pounded into her dripping sex as she reached her peak and came hard, she wanted to call his name but didn't know it so hissed "oh Fuccccckkk" instead.

At that moment he felt her clamp down on him like a vice sending a shock wave through his groin, jerking him into a pulsating climax that left him weak kneed and breathless. He kissed her then for the final time, this one a slow sensual kiss which she knew meant goodbye.

She couldn't help but feel empowered by the event, she had come out a bit unsure of herself, not really wanting to be there, had only had one glass of alcohol and had thoroughly enjoyed the power she had felt when enticing her gorgeous sex buddy while dancing.

She was glad it happened, but knew she would never see him again.



Stranger



As the water beat down on her body Marcy let all the day's drama and strain wash away. She loved her nightly showers. They were her way of zoning out and releasing tension. Tonight, like mostly every night, she turned the hot water on to the point where it was almost too hot and let the streams run down her body as she soaked in the steam. She liked to watch the clear streams run down her chocolate C cups and further down her flat belly till they disappeared beyond her dusting of pubic hair. She had worked hard on getting her body they way she'd wanted it and loved to admire herself in the reflections of her all glass shower. She was always excited to look at her self before the glass steamed up too much. It was a game she played with herself.

Marcy reached for her moisturizer and sponge and began to work up a lather of white foam. She first applied the porous applicator to her left arm slowly working the sponge up and down. Gently scrubbing her neck as she rolled her head around. Next came her other arm. Next Marcy guided the sponge between her breasts, slowly circling around, cupping each breast in turn. She scrubbed her nipples furiously until they were stimulated to their full hardness. She loved it when her nipples were hard; it was another game she loved to play.

Rubbing the sponge across her stomach, Marcy reflected upon the Chinese Wok's Lo-Mien she'd had for dinner. She felt satisfied that she didn't feel one bit guilty about her gorging on the greasy noodles without working out afterwards. She sometimes allowed herself rewards like that. While still reflecting on her supper, Marcy stretched to wash and squeeze the lather onto her neglected back. She reached for her moisturizer again and started to work up another lather as she turned and let the streams carry the suds off her back and down her ass onto the shower floor. 

Satisfied with her back Marcy bent over and began to massage her leg with the soapy sponge and her free hand. Lingering a bit she carefully examined her birthmark as she scrubbed it wondering if it'd ever go away. Once she'd determined that it wouldn't, she bent over a little bit further to wash her legs and feet first her left side then she repeated the process with the right leg except she didn't have to worry about a birthmark this time. Once again allowing herself to stand under the water as she lathered her sponge for the final time. In order to release more tension she began to draw in deep slow breathes.

After her breathing exercise Marcy then placed the sponge between her legs and let it roll across her slightly protruding pussy lips. Lingering in this position Marcy cleansed herself thoroughly, washing her inner thighs again, as well as her hip and pubic junction. Once that aspect of washing was deemed acceptable Marcy began to wash her ass. Rotating in circles across her cheeks she paid close attention to all her lower end glory. Allowing the sponge to flow between her ass cheeks Marcy was now at the end stage of her wash and squeezed all of the lather out of the sponge rinsed it and hung it back in its place. With her pubes and ass still soapy Marcy spread her legs and with the aid of her hands and the water moved the suds onto the shower floor and down the drain.

Yet Marcy still felt tense. She felt as if she could do more to allow herself the optimum amount of rest while she slept tonight. Marcy now recognized her tension to be sexual and prepared to engage her problem head on. Still standing with her legs spread Marcy began to feel on her breast and stomach with her hands, digging her fingers into her flesh a little. Her hands began to drift away from her stomach and started to seriously play with her titties. Marcy began to squeeze and twist her nipples randomly as she massaged her tits with her palms and fingers. As the hot water continued to run across her body Marcy's right hand began to drift down past her stomach and her waist onto her short curly pubic hair. As she pulled and twisted the short hair Marcy's nipple play became more intense, twisting and pulling harder and harder still. The pleasure pain was so unbearable that Marcy's right hand began to sink into the folds of her labia...

Suddenly a voice whispered in her ear "let me handle that miss." Afterwards Marcy felt two strong hands tracing down her sides as this stranger began to squeeze and stroke her sides and ass. Marcy was afraid to turn around but felt no harm emanating for the stranger with the sweet whisper and strong hands. As the strangers fingers drifted off her waist onto her clit Marcy pressed back onto the stranger, allowing his fully erect penis to lie in between her butt cheeks. Surprised by his size Marcy backed up into the stranger more, grinding his dick into her ass harder. Marcy felt the stranger breath harder into her ear as he began to press her clit with more frequency. Her knee's almost giving way, Marcy was thankful as the stranger's arm supported her while cupped her breast in his large hand.

The stranger began to delve into her clit as Marcy's body began to shake from the stimulation she was receiving. Marcy gasped as two of the stranger's long fingers entered her. Now grinding back and down onto the stranger's dick and fingers Marcy began to mumble incoherently. After a few minutes of gushing on the enigma's digits Marcy was begging to be fucked by the mystery man. Taking his hands away from her sex the stranger placed Marcy's hands on the now completely steamed glass shower wall. Spreading her legs and pushing her back down the stranger positioned Marcy in a bent at the waist stance with her hand as support on the shower wall. Wishing for the man to now invade her now aching love Marcy begged louder. Marcy finally quieted down as a hand gripped her waist and she felt the man's rigid dick enter her slowly.

Nearly climaxing as inch after glorious inch gradually found its way into her, Marcy shook. Her body trembled as the man's hands gripped her waist, and casually aided his dick's ascent into her most secret place. Already in a state of bliss Marcy, felt as she was prepared to die on cloud nine as the man slowly pumped himself in and out of her love hole. Moaning, she begged for the stranger to go faster. Crying she begged for the stranger to go harder. Her breath would not catch as the question mark man left her feeling full and empty with his steady mind numbing pace. Finally finding the strength to produce words Marcy yelled at the unfamiliar person to "fuck" her harder.

No acknowledgement of her request was noted except the quickening of the unknown man's pace. While the man accelerated his tempo Marcy still begged to be fuck harder as the instrument of her delight rhythmically pleased her. The acknowledgement of her request was recognized by the added force in which the stranger now drove himself inside her. Now every forceful thrust from the stranger produce feelings of euphoria as the stranger propelled Marcy further still to climax. Even as more vigor went into every thrust Marcy found herself driven into the wall of her shower. Pressed against the shower wall Marcy could no longer prolong her involvement in her o so gratifying tryst. Just as the man powerfully pushed himself into again Marcy's body convulsed into the hardest climax of her life. At the same time the anonymous man continued to pound her sex against the shower wall. Causing wave after wave of pleasure as she climaxed, the man powered himself into Marcy until she went limp against the shower wall. Incapable of handling the sensory overload Marcy passed out.

When she finally awoke Marcy found herself naked in her bed, groggy from the experience that seemed to happen so long ago. Her blinds were open and the light was shining through into her decadent bedroom. After recounting exactly what happened Marcy dragged herself into her bathroom, where she found the word "thank you" written on her shower wall in bright red lipstick.