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The Afterparty

By: bthom



I sat in front of my ancient computer monitor, screen blank, cursor flashing rudely back at me. 

I was on deadline. I had two hours to spit out 750 words of drivel summarizing this evening's county council meeting. It had run late, per usual, and the presses would start up early on a Friday night for the Saturday edition. 

Shaking the cobwebs from my head, and sipping lukewarm coffee, I focused in on my notes, determined to make the deadline. And thus not end up jobless. 

I pressed on. Everyone in the newsroom had left, so I could hone in on my task, furiously typing and flipping through pages of budget documents and proposed ordinances. More writer's block, more cold coffee. I got the short straw this time. County council minutes weren't exactly a journalist's dream. No one ever received a Pulitzer writing about municipal sanitary engineering funding. But not every assignment is sexy. And this one was most definitely anything but sexy. 

So I trudged on, the ambient light from my desk lamp illuminating my worn keyboard. I lost myself in the chore. I squeezed 800 words out of my notes, once I found a juicy section on controversy surrounding docking permits at the reservoir marina. Like I said...not sexy. But the bloated word count would satisfy my editor. Never hurts to overachieve, even though I was already well regarded by the publisher for some pretty big scoops in the past. 

I ran a hard copy on my trusty dot matrix printer and hit SEND on the screen. Another story down. Wouldn't make the front page -- or even the front section -- but I didn't need every byline to validate my career. 

I nearly jumped out of my hard plastic chair when I felt a hand pat my shoulder. My mp3 player's headphones were buried in my ears and I didn't hear the footsteps approaching behind me. I spun around to find my editor standing behind me. 

"Goddammit, Serena. You scared the shit out of me." 

"I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to say goodbye before I left."

"Don't worry about it," I sighed and put a hand to my chest as my heartbeat returned to normal. 

"Thanks for handling that meeting tonight. I know it's not on par with your usual beats."

"Hey, no problem," I offered. "I gotta pull my weight around here somehow." I looked at my watch. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, you probably have plans," she apologetically interjected. 

"It's midnight, Serena," I scoffed. "I'm 32 years old. My post-midnight party persona tapped out years ago."

She laughed at the self-deprecation. "Anything else going on this weekend?"

I wanted to get out of there and find a cold beer in my fridge and unwind, but I tried my best to maintain some semblance of friendliness. "Yeah, actually. I copied you on the email. I'm having a little get-together tomorrow night at my place. You should come."

The newsroom staff and a few others always threw weekend bashes. I was a rare attendee myself, but as far as I knew, Serena had never come. I couldn't blame her. I spent fifty hours a week with these people. The last thing I wanted was more quality time with this crew. But I wasn't a pariah, and could cut loose with them every once in a while. I had offered my place as the hang-out spot for this weekend's booze fest. 

She paused for a moment. "You know, I think I will." 

That surprised me. I had always been curious what she was like out of the office. While I didn't necessarily have a thing for Serena, I did find her captivating at times. She was smart and well-spoken and was charming enough to keep the peace on a staff full of eccentric personalities. I respected that and found her charisma attractive. 

"I'm glad to hear that," I said, grabbing the sports coat off the back of my chair. "It should be fun."

She smiled and put her hand on my arm. "It's a date."

I found the gesture a bit out of place for her. She wasn't a very touchy-feely person and she must have read it on my face because she quickly removed her hand from my arm and blushed. 

"Okay," I said, still a bit flustered. "I'll see you then."

I left her standing at my desk. A warm sensation had crept into my body. Somehow I felt comforted and a bit flattered by her affectionate touch and her referring to the tomorrow's occasion as a 'date'. 

Interesting. 

By 11:30, the party had gotten out of hand. 

Nick was in my unfinished basement passing out weed and bottles of malt liquor to James, Pete and Jenny. Brody got it into his head that he was going to actually finish the basement with some tools he found in the furnace room. Fortunately, he couldn't find the outlet to plug them in. 

Ray-Ray was in the guest bedroom with his skank of a girlfriend. I made a mental note to wash the sheets tomorrow. Lisa from accounting had passed out on the loveseat, her makeup smeared and one shoe missing. Marcia was sulking in the corner, knowing that - as the designated driver - she'd have to take most of these drunk losers home soon. She rolled her eyes as she caught my sympathetic glance. 

This gang of drunken oddballs were my co-workers. These staff parties almost always devolved into exercises in binge drinking. By day, they were reporters and editors - an amalgam of personalities coming together to form a smoothly efficient, if highly stressful, newsroom. By night, they got smashed and broke shit. 

I hoped like hell the police didn't show up. We were the only paper in town;who would write the headline if we were all in the drunk tank?

That left Serena and I, bemusedly watching all this. It was my house, so I couldn't get high to the point that I couldn't make sure everyone left safely. I also wanted to see that no one set fire to anything or stole stuff out of the drawers. I wouldn't put it past any of them. And Serena was our boss, so naturally she wanted to keep up appearances and didn't appear intoxicated. 

We sat at the kitchen island on barstools, I nursing a longneck and Serena sipping wine. We smiled and laughed. Conversation was easy between us. She rarely let her guard down. She was managing editor, after all, and she didn't regularly fraternize with the staff reporters. I was still a bit surprised she'd shown up at all. 

I was inquisitive, but cautious. She was talking more as the evening wore on and she opened up as she felt more comfortable. I understood that that there's a fine line to walk in even friendships between supervisor and subordinate, so I carefully kept my questions on the up and up. Where are you from originally? What made you want to go into journalism? What was college like for you? And so on. 

Serena was pretty, but not to the point of being intimidating. And unlike many pretty girls who knew it, she treated everyone casually and respectfully. Since she joined our paper from a sister outfit only 18 months ago, I didn't really feel like I knew her very well. She didn't micro-manage, and I worked best in a hands-off environment. But during our conversation that evening, I quickly realized that I enjoyed talking with her. She had a quick wit and a pleasant demeanor. At work she wasn't necessarily cold, but distant. And justifiably so. There were workplace rules after all. 

Suddenly, an awkward silence fell between us. I picked at my bottle label and watched as she traced water rings with a long pink-painted fingernail. 

"So Brett..." she said, looking around."This is a lot of house for one person."

I looked around, the comment not registering as anything but curiosity. "Yeah, well, I'm very materialistic," I chuckled. "Having extra space and filling it with a bunch of worthless junk legitimizes me somehow."

She laughed. "I know you're kidding, but you don't have a roommate or a live-in to share it with?"

"I don't think anyone could stand me long enough to make it a permanent thing." I realized what she was getting at. I saved her from the next inevitable question. "That's probably why I'm still single with no discernable prospects."

She looked down, biting her lip and continuing to run her finger across the countertop, but I thought, ever so briefly, that I saw a hint - just a mere whisper - of a satisfied grin curl at the corners of her mouth.

She continued, "Obviously I know what you make. So I'm curious as to how you could afford a place like this."

My house was a modest ranch; but it was in a nice part of town and it didn't take a real estate broker to compare the value of the home with my meager journalist salary. 

"I sell a lot of drugs on the side," I joked and took a deep breath. "But seriously, I'm actually one of those douche bags with rich parents and was born with a silver spoon in my mouth."

"Really," Serena asked, surprised. "I never would have known. What are you doing slumming with group of misfits like us?"

I didn't really know how to answer that. I shrugged. "I like the work, I like to write, and this group of misfits has grown on me." I nodded toward the doorway, where Ray-Ray and his skanky date were now lingering after returning from their tryst. 

"I think we're taking off, dude." Raymond announced. He reached out, clasped my hand and me an overly aggressive 'bro-hug'. He whispered in my ear, "Sorry about the bedspread."

"Oh fuck", I muttered underneath my breath. "Okay, man," I returned, separating myself from his bro-tastic show of affection. "You sure you're safe to drive?"

"Hell, yeah. Good to go."

I nodded and held out a hand to his girl. "Mandi, it was nice to meet you." I regretted extending my hand as soon as she limply accepted it; who knows where it had been while she and Ray were in the back room.

"Likewise," she listlessly offered. 

I showed them to the door, stepping over Lisa from accounting, who had rolled off the loveseat and into the middle of the living room. Marcia stepped out of the shadows and lifted her up by her shoulders. Lisa groaned and spit up on her blouse. "Gross," Marcia murmured. "I think we're gonna go."

Marcia propped Lisa up on the couch and called down to the basement, "Train's leavin', bitches!!! If you rode with me, get your asses up here." She was met with a round of laughter from the gaggle of inebriated fools at the bottom of the stairs. 

Marcia huffed and yelled once more, "All right, assholes. If you get up here right now, I'll take you to the drive-thru to get tacos."

No sooner had the word tacos escaped her lips as five drunken partygoers stumbled over each other up the steps and collapsed in drunken heap at the top of the stairs. 

Laughing and thanking me for the good times, I showed them out as they piled into Marcia's SUV. Marcia screamed at Nick to put out his joint, Pete and Brody were fighting over who got to ride shotgun and we laid Lisa from accounting in the cargo area between the spare tire and the jump seat. We got them all settled and I leaned into the driver's side window. "Get 'em home safe," I told Marcia. She rolled her eyes again and threw the truck into reverse. I chuckled as she backed the SUV into the street and drove the screaming horde between the halogen arcs of the streetlamps into the night. 

I met Serena in the doorway. "You takin' off too?" I asked, stretching and yawning.

"Well," she replied. "I'm still a little tipsy from the wine. You mind if I stick around for a little while and sober up?"

"Of course," I told her, closing the door behind us. "Stay as long as you like. I don't want you driving drunk."

Truth be told, I really didn't mind having her stay. It would be nice having the company. She was pleasant to talk to and easy on the eyes. Serena had dark blond hair that she wore loosely to just above her shoulders. Bangs hung across her forehead framing her blue eyes. When she smiled, those eyes squinted and playful wrinkles formed. At 35, she could have passed for 15 years younger. If not for the prim and proper way she carried herself, she just might be carded at every bar and R-rated movie she attended. Maybe she was, for all I knew. She was short - barely over five foot, but she was nicely proportioned and her curves could take your breath away when she moved just right. Not that I ever noticed such things. 

Tonight she wore a pink buttoned-down blouse over a black tank-top exposing plenty of her supple bust. Low-rise tight jeans complimented her ample hips and plump bottom. She sauntered into my kitchen and I let my eyes linger over her buxom figure. 

I plopped down on the sofa and flipped on the television. Saturday Night Live was a re-run, but a good one, so I left it playing with the volume on low. Serena came and sat down with a full glass of wine for herself and a fresh cold beer for me. 

"Decided against sobering up?" I asked her as I twisted off the bottle cap. 

"I'm probably too far gone anyway," she answered. "You mind if I crash on your couch tonight?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. ..'cause I'll take the couch. You take the bed," I offered, taking a long swig of my beer. 

"Such a gentlemen," she smiled back. 

Curiously, Serena hadn't been drinking much at all. I'd watched her cradle the same glass of wine all night. I couldn't remember her even topping it off until now. I didn't pay it any mind. She could crash here if she wanted. 

"I am pretty tired though. Do you have anything I can change into?"

I nodded. "If gym shorts and a T-shirt are good enough, than my closet is your closet. I'll grab you something."

I went into the back room and grabbed a pair of shorts and an old black Led Zeppelin tee. When I came back into the living room, she was resting on the sofa with her eyes closed as I handed them to her. 

"These should do."

She opened her eyes. "Sure, thanks. I'm going to use the little girls' room and change."

I drank the rest of my beer. The late hour and the buzz had me dozing. My eyes fluttered and closed. I comfortably sank down on the cushion and rested my head on the armrest. I snapped out of the snooze when I heard footsteps.

Serena came down the hallway in my red gym shorts and black T-shirt, holding a pile of her clothes in her hands. Mine were ridiculously big on her small frame. I chuckled at the sight. 

"You look like a little kid in her daddy's clothes."

She gave me a pouty look and threw her pile in the corner. "You couldn't handle being my daddy."

I blushed at the overtly sexual comment and her hands flew to her mouth, embarrassed. 

"Oh shit," she giggled nervously, her face turned red. "I'm so sorry. That's the wine talking."

"It's all right," I said, clearing my throat and regaining a bit of composure. "Don't worry about it."

She gave me an apologetic smile and crossed the room, taking a seat beside me on the right side of the couch and crossed her legs under her. 

"You're such a nice guy, Brett. Why hasn't some gorgeous chick come along and snatched you up, yet?"

"I don't know," I stammered. "Just haven't found the right one, I guess."

An awkward silence again fell on the room. I shifted in my seat. She was right. I hadn't found that special someone yet. A lot had come close, and I dated frequently. I just hadn't met anyone to settle down with. But for the time being, I couldn't stop staring at Serena's shapely legs crossed under her. She had let the long gym shorts ride up on her thigh exposing a significant amount of wonderful white flesh. 

She must have caught my glance because she grabbed the throw blanket laying on the top of the sofa and covered her lap. She snuggled the blanket up to her shoulders. "I've got goosebumps", she announced. 

"Do you need more blankets?" I asked. "I can find you a proper pillow as well."

"That's okay," she answered. "Can you just keep me company until I fall asleep? I don't like falling asleep in strange places."

"Ummm, sure. No problem. But don't think of this place as strange. Make yourself at home."

She seemed to like that as she adjusted her position and rested her head against my shoulder. 

My heart leapt a bit at the affectionate gesture. We worked for a large corporate media conglomerate with very strict rules about workplace relationships. Any kind of extracurricular activities between a supervisor and subordinate was particularly frowned upon. I had certainly entertained ideas about asking Serena out, but it was forbidden in the newsroom. That didn't stop me from indulging in the occasional fantasy about her. Especially on the days when she wore a generously plunging neckline. 

Now I felt like a high school kid on a date. I was hesitant to interpret her body language as anything but friendliness. But we were two consenting adults, alone, late at night, one of us in our sleepwear. Workplace rules be damned. 

I lifted my arm and draped it behind her neck. She didn't seem to mind and nestled her head further into the crook of my shoulder. I put my chin on the top of her head. She smelled incredible - clean and flowery. I was dizzy and my palms were sweaty. I'd been in this position with women before, but this was my boss. I was nervous as a 15-year old boy. 

She brought her hand out from under the blanket and placed it on my knee. She rubbed her thumb against the rough denim. I caressed her upper arm with the pads of my fingers. She settled in further. Her body shook lightly as she giggled at the skit on television. 

It was decision time. If I fully committed to this, I could lift her chin with my hand and read her eyes for permission. I could softly brush her full lips with my own and gauge her reaction. 

If she bolted, I was out of a make-out session and likely a job. 

If she accepted, well...

Well, the possibilities were limitless. 

But I never got the chance to make a move. She rolled her head back and her blue eyes met mine. Although she was obviously opening the door for me to act, I studied them for any of indication of her intentions. This was uncharted territory, but her look took the guesswork out of the hesitation of kissing my boss. 

So throwing caution to the wind, I leaned in. To this day, I remember each moment of that first kiss as if it were in slow motion. I cocked my head to the side and the sides of our noses lightly grazed. I touched my lips to hers and closed my eyes. 

First kisses are perhaps the most intimate of all acts between two people. Relationships can be defined by that one delicate moment. Time slows to a crawl. And, if done right, can be more rewarding than any other physical encounter. And this one was done achingly right. 

I parted my mouth ever so slightly. She followed my lead. My tongue ventured out and met hers. They lingered for a moment, just tasting and enjoying each other. After tentatively pressing forward, I began to explore the inside of her mouth. Our tongues tangled and wrestled, jockeying for position in the vacuum of a passionate lock. 

Serena's warm breath filled my lungs and I could smell the skin on her soft cheek - sweet and compelling. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her even closer. She grabbed the sides of my head and shifted on the sofa cushion until we were face to face with each other. 

She broke away and gave me a series of pecks, licking my lips and kissing my cheeks. I was surprised, but not put off, by her aggression. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself and who was I to deprive her of that?

I pulled her back closer into a tight embrace and lowered her back down into the sofa, propping her against the armrest and supporting her head in my hand. Her fingers laced at the base of my neck, her nails tickling at the nape. With my free hand, I slid my hand from her shoulder and down her arm. I gambled by laying my hand on her plump breast and waited for her reaction. She approvingly reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, exposing the white flesh of her stomach. My hand found its way under her clothing and finding the satin fabric of her bra. I could feel her hard nipple under the smooth material and I caressed it with the pad of my thumb. I slipped a finger between the elastic at the top of the cup and her skin. She didn't protest, so I pulled her hot heavy breast out of the undergarment. I petted and stroked it, appreciating its fullness and weight. So smooth and supple in my hand, quivering at my touch. 


The Afterparty



With each passing heated minute, we discovered one another with our hands and mouths. Her hand was rubbing my upper thigh, but hesitated going further. I desperately wanted to feel her hand on my growing member, even if it was through the denim. I craved her body and wanted to completely ravage her, but restrained myself and moved at her pace. 

Finally she moved her hand over the bump in my jeans. We moaned simultaneously through locked lips. She pressed down with the heel of her palm and the pressure felt extraordinary. Emboldened by my reaction, she began to rub and squeeze it with her fingers and play with my throbbing penis through my pants. 

She crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of my Led Zeppelin shirt and pulled it over the top of her head, exposing her full breasts held in a lacy black bra. The one I'd been paying attention to had come free of its constraints, but the other was left unattended, still held in, but hot flesh spilling generously over the top of the cup. She reached behind her and unclasped the back, the material loosening on her chest. I slid the straps over her shoulders and threw the bra on the living room floor. 

She sat before me shirtless and exposed. I stared in wonder at her gloriously inviting bosom. Two perfect orbs of flesh were tipped with excited dark brown nipples. Rich supple goose-bumped areolas ringed the tips. She shivered a bit and I pulled her closer, rubbing her upper arms and back for warmth as we kissed. Her hand was still kneading my cock and I decided to return the favor. I ran my hand down her tiny pooch of a belly and gently slid my fingertips down the front of her shorts. I played with the elastic band, monitoring her reaction. She didn't swat my hand or grab my wrist, so I ventured further, finding the band of her panties. I slipped my fingers between the quivering flesh of her lower belly and the top of her underwear. 

I found the ever-so-slightly coarse mound of hair above her treasure. I could feel that it was trimmed short, but not shaved or cut too close. She squirmed as my fingertips brushed all the right spots. 

"Go inside," she breathlessly panted. 

I parted her and found her opening with my fingertips. It was wet and slick with anticipation. I plunged my index finger inside and she put her hand on my shoulder, steadying herself. "Oh god," she moaned. Her reaction encouraged another finger. I moved them in and out, well lubricated by her excitement. I found the tender nub of her clitoris with my thumb. I worked it in a circle as I penetrated her with my fingers. She writhed with pleasure and I knew she was already close to climax. 

I broke our kiss and moved my mouth to her nipple, sucking it in and gently nibbling it with my teeth. That did it. She grabbed a fistful of my hair with each hand and bucked her hips. She quaked and shuddered as she came. Throwing her head back, she breathed a muted cry. Her muscles began to spasm and contract , her skin flushing red. 

Panting heavily, she came down from the high and thanked me with her contented gaze. She also showed her gratitude by placing her hand back on my crotch. 

"Do you have protection?" she asked in a moment of levity. 

"Of course, but I have something else in mind for right now," I winked. "If you can go again, that is."

She nodded enthusiastically. With that, I slipped my fingers between her hips and the waistband of her shorts. She cooperated and arched her back, raising her sweet little bum off the couch so I could pull the shorts down past her thighs. She wiggled out of them as I pulled them past her perfect little knees and shins, ankles and feet. 

A modestly cut pair of black satin panties covered the wonders beneath and stood in contrast to her smooth porcelain skin. Those would need to go as well. As with the shorts, I pulled them from her waist with my finger tips. She allowed me to take them off by lifting her feet up toward me. Shyly, she kept her legs together and covered herself with her hand. With the panties gone, but her legs pointed toward my face, I gave a quick kiss on the bottom arches of her feet. I held them in my hands and kissed the sides. Then her toes. I gently sucked on each one, running my tongue between and around them as she squirmed and panted on the sofa. I looked her in the eyes the entire time. 

I made my way down the back of her calves and behind her knees. Kissing, sometimes licking. Very, very slowly. I lowered myself to the floor and knelt before her. 

I pushed her feet back toward her, making sure not to push too hard. She hadn't shown me how flexible she was. Yet. 

I took my time, allowing her to recover from her previous orgasm. By the time I had licked halfway down the back of her creamy legs and my hands on her calves, I began to part them. I slid my hands up to her heels. She allowed me to finally expose her, spreading her legs apart, and I couldn't help to stare for just a moment. The light soft brown hair was trimmed neatly, forming a V down to her manicured womanhood. Her glistening, moist vulva was aroused and engorged, each fold healthy and pink. The fleshy pearl of her clitoris beckoned me closer. 

I began to gently kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. She was trembling with excitement and panting heavily, but we had the time and I wanted her to wait. I traced circles with my tongue on her inner upper leg. I brushed the bristly thatch of hair with my cheek. Moving to lick the other leg I could feel the heat on my chin. 

"Oh my god," she excitedly breathed. "Please..."

I acquiesced. I placed my hands on the back of her legs and parted them as far as they would go. First, I ran the tip of my tongue from the bottom of the dark opening up to her velvety folds, tasting and appreciating each nuance. Her aroma radiated from her open wetness and I fully savored the warm sweet and sour bouquet. I let my tongue dance around her waiting clit. The wisps of fine hair tickled my nose. In desperate pleasure, she ran her hands through my hair and pulled on my ears. I had done enough teasing. 

I lowered my mouth over her tiny throbbing pearl and drew it in. Sucking, I flicked the tip of my tongue against her tiny button as she moaned and writhed above me. I alternated the flicking with broad lapping. 

All the while, my hands had begun to explore the contours of her incredible body. I could see her above me quite evidently enjoying the experience tremendously. Her head was thrown back over the armrest and her chest heaved mightily. 

I slipped my left hand under her hips around to her ample bottom and cupped a full cheek. I let my fingers linger down between them and tentatively inched toward the split of her buttocks. She allowed me to tentatively discover the tight ring of muscle with my fingertips. I pressed the pad of my finger against it and rested it there. She didn't immediately tense up as other women I've been with had done, and I decided to venture further later if she allowed. For the time being, I was satisfied to apply just a bit of pressure. 

With my right hand, I ran my palm along her flat stomach and stopped at her naval to finger her cute belly button ring. Playing with it for a bit, I then ran my hand between the contour of her glorious breasts. She lifted her head off the armrest and met my stare. She grabbed my hand with her own and pulled my index finger into her mouth. She sucked it and bobbed her head. She pulled my finger out - slick with her saliva -- and manually used it to rub her nipple, circling the dark areola and then guiding my hands all along her chest. 

It didn't take long before she began to thrust her hips toward my mouth with more and more fervor. Letting go of my hand, she grabbed her nipples between her fingers and the heel of her palm. Groaning and wriggling, she was about to come. 

I decided it was time to slip my finger in her tight asshole. Slick with the juices trickling down from her aching crevasse, it was lubricated and ready. My fingertip slipped slowly into the opening. I didn't have the opportunity to get further than the first knuckle when she grabbed the hair on the back of my head. 

I thought she was going to scold me for violating her but instead she was finally coming for the second time. Her chest and face flushed red and she ground herself into my mouth and chin. My finger inched further inside of her. 

Pleasure washed over her as the orgasm built. Rhythmic contractions racked her body as I continued to swirl her clit in my mouth. She cried out my name and bucked her hips. I grabbed her thigh with my free hand and squeezed her tight. Her legs clamped against my ears and she convulsed for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she pushed my head away from her as I rested it against the inside of her thigh. I wiped my chin with my free hand. I slowly retracted my finger from her clenched, dark chasm. 

Serena threw her head back against the cushion and looked at me wild eyed, chest still heaving. 

"Oh. My. God." she said matter-of-factly. "That was fucking amazing."

I smiled at the crude compliment. 

"That's a tough act to follow," she teased, gathering herself. "So I think I'll go to sleep now."

I feigned incredulity, but she quickly smiled and her gaze wondered down to my crotch. Serena was completely naked, but I hadn't removed any of my clothing. She began to balance that equation by leaning forward and helping me remove my T-shirt. Her lips fluttered over my chest and stomach, peppering me with little kisses. Her lips and tongue drifted lower, licking around my belly button and below. She came to my leather belt and its silver buckle. She looked up at me and smiled. 

She lowered herself off the sofa and onto her knees between my legs. She expertly slid the end of the belt through the clasp. She found the button and unfastened it as well. She lowered her head into my lap and grabbed the lead of my zipper between her teeth. Holding the tops of my jeans apart, she slid the zipper down with her teeth. It was an unexpected and thrilling little move. Her hand reached into the top my cotton boxer shorts and found what she was looking for. 

A ripple of pleasure swelled in my loins at her first touch. Her warm hands brought my trembling penis out of its hiding place. It escaped from its clothed alcove and stood at attention, fully erect in front of her chin. As I had done with her moments before, she grabbed the top of my pants and pulled them down over my legs toward her. She discarded them on the floor. 

Serena slipped a hand under me and cupped my testicles. She ran a finger down the side of my penis, inspecting it, experiencing its smooth texture. Taking the shaft between her thumb and forefinger, she coaxed a tiny droplet of viscous pre-cum from the dark mushroom head. She looked up at me and smiled as she flicked a pink tongue out between her lips and licked it off. 

The wonderful sensation elicited a twinge from my eager manhood. I ached for her to engulf it, make it disappear between her lips and fill her mouth with my stiff cock. 

But she teased. 

Little licks and kisses only made me harder. She didn't pump or jerk it, but slowly ran her fingertips along the thin skin of my tender shaft. It was maddeningly delightful. She proved her ambidexterity by tugging and tickling my scrotum with her other hand. She knew how to build up anticipation. 

Finally, after an excruciating wait, she opened her mouth and took me in. She held it between her lips for a moment before beginning to bob her head up and down. I gasped in pleasure as she wet the length of my shaft with her saliva. 

She went about it sloppily, not hesitating to drool or smack. My cock was enveloped inside of her fist as she worked my cock with her mouth. I wouldn't last long, but wasn't ashamed of it. No man could resist the temptation to erupt when a blowjob like this was so expertly bestowed upon him. 

She seemed to acknowledge the effectiveness of presentation. She varied her speed and force, even stopping once or twice to playfully run her teeth against the delicate skin. She hummed and moaned, getting the same result from me. If she wasn't enjoying it, then she didn't let on otherwise. It was if her mouth were the perfect size for me. She took most of it without gagging, but slowed near the base of my shaft so as to not choke. She alternated between using her hand and pleasuring me with only her lips and tongue. 

Sucking, slurping, stroking. 

The tremor began deep in my loins. My entire pelvis warmed and trembled. The sensation rose up into my pulsated member. 

Out of courtesy, I announced my climax. After all, I had a gentlemanly reputation to uphold. I had the civility to put the decision in her hands. She dismissed the declaration with a gratified moan. 

So I came in her mouth. 

An intense rush of ecstasy shook my body. I could feel my flood of semen shoot into her hungry mouth. She intensified the pace of her thrusting , humming with appreciative delight. I convulsed and seized inside of her warm face, pumping load after load into her waiting throat. 

She swallowed with a loud gulp and slowed her stroking. She looked at me adoringly and I didn't want ruin the moment by speaking. So we locked gazes, both recognizing that I was now part of her. My consumed seed coursing through her, we had become one. Sharing that moment, I finally acknowledged that this was more than just oral sex -- it was an intimate connection. 

With a satisfied peck on the top of my still-shaking penis, she wiped her chin of a stray trickle of come and climbed onto the couch with me, into my arms. 

We didn't speak. Words were unnecessary. No amount of talking would enhance or memorialize the union we just shared. Sure, we had pleased each other immeasurably. But we had also created a bond between us. Something that petty workplace taboos could not destroy. 

I pulled a blanket up over us and covered our nakedness. We stroked each other's faces as we slowly drifted into a contented slumber. 

I woke up early. Serena was still asleep in my arms. Sometime during the night, she had pulled the blanket off our naked bodies. We'd slept peacefully. But I had a rotten case of cottonmouth and I'm sure my breath was rancid. That wouldn't do if Serena wanted a good morning kiss. I lifted her precious head up off my chest and eased off the couch. She muttered and stirred as I laid her back on the sofa cushions and propped her head gently on a throw pillow, placing the blanket back on her body. 

I pulled on my discarded pair of boxers and quietly snuck into the kitchen for some OJ. I emptied the carton and grabbed a bottled water. I groggily stumbled into the bathroom, did my business standing up and turned the shower faucet to the highest setting. I regarded myself in the large vanity mirror. I was a mess. Hair waving crazily and eyes half shut. After the third teeth brushing, my mouth finally felt clean. I cracked the door open as steam began to filter down from the ceiling and fog the mirror.  

The shower was scalding hot and I rinsed the sweat and smell off. After a good scrubbing with plenty of soap and shampoo, I felt human again. I was so concentrated on washing, rinsing and repeating that I never heard the shower door open. Two soft hands reached around my waist and caressed my chest. The intrusion startled me and I jumped a bit. Not being used to having someone stay over until morning caused me a moment's pause before I gave in to her comforting touch. 

Serena silently kissed my shoulder blades and the nape of my neck. Her fingers played with my thicket of chest hair, making her way down to my stomach, and finally settling on my ever-hardening member. 

I could feel her smile through my skin. "Looks like someone's awake," she said as she stroked my soapy cock. 

I turned to face her but she didn't let go of me down below. "Good morning to you too," I greeted. I lifted her chin with my finger and our lips met in the middle of the jet stream of hot water from the showerhead. We let our tongues re-discover each other's mouths as we sloppily lapped at each other. 

She momentarily let go of me to slick her wet hair back away from her face. She pursed her lips and spit excess water out her lips, dribbling down her chin. 

She reached back down and grabbed me with both hands and began to massage my rock hard penis. I held her breasts and tenderly kneaded them. Rubbing her protruding nipples with my thumbs, I kissed her neck and throat, pausing at her shoulders and clavicle, assaulting them with kisses. I flicked the tips of her left breast with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth. My other hand wandered down passed her stomach between her legs. 

There was no teasing this time. I went straight for the main attraction. 

If last night was about cautious tentativeness and poetic exploration, that morning was about satisfying our basest needs and lustful hunger.

I rubbed her tiny nub between my thumb and forefinger as she let out a surrendering moan and collapsed against the tiled shower wall. I worked it over with the pad of my thumb as she squirmed in my embrace and teased my earlobe with her tongue. I gave her no notice or warning and slipped my middle finger to her incredibly wet hole. She gasped in pleasure and quickened her pace on my cock.

"Make love to me," she whispered through the streaming water. I nodded and slowly extracted my finger. She wriggled through my embrace and repositioned herself facing the wall. She arched her back and stuck her thick, dripping bottom toward my expectant shaft. 

I needed no further invitation and spread her smooth cheeks with my thumbs. Her wrinkled asshole winked with anticipation. I wanted to violate that as well, but good things might just come to those who wait, I thought to myself. My current prize lay just below that puckered gem of flesh. 

Her engorged folds glistened with eagerness. I guided myself toward her. The red-pink lips of her labia enveloped my eager cock as I slowly entered her. She reached back and grabbed my hip and pulled me into her, craning her neck to meet my eyes. She inhaled sharply but didn't wince. Well-lubricated with her excitement, I penetrated her easily and she leaned back, taking me nearly all the way in. 

I grabbed her by the hips and pulled out slightly, still halfway into her. I pushed back into her fully and she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to the wall. I began to thrust with gentle violence- our hips being propelled together and then apart in rhythmic ecstasy by our own generated kinetic energy. Each push-pull cycle plunged my slick head deeper and deeper into her passage. 

"Faster, please," she panted. I increased my speed and intensity. She began to grind into me and the tension only served to heighten the friction and pleasure. I took the opportunity to watch the tiny droplets from the shower bead on the smooth white skin of her back. Lines of water would trickle down her shoulders and pool at her lower back before splashing off from our forceful movement. Our bodies worked as one; fully connected in experiencing the thrill and excitement of new lovers. 

Somewhere the coupling of our bodies transformed from making love into fucking. Our hips slammed together with aggressive ferocity. We were taking out all of our sexual frustrations out on one another. We seemed to desperately crave the cathartic release. I reached to her chest and pinched her nipples as I worked to split her in two.

Her orgasm was louder this morning than it was last night. She shouted over the din of the shower. Her high-pitched shrieks and yelps only encouraged my veracity. She begged for more and I obliged, rocking on the balls of my feet and plunging deeper into her. I slapped her ass cheek with my hand as she came for the second time. That seemed to elicit a new reaction. 




The Afterparty



She looked back at me over her shoulder and grunted through clenched teeth. "More!" she cried, turning back to face the wall, hands spread supporting herself against the back of the shower. I spanked her again and for the third time, she climaxed. She looked back at me again with the same wild look and between breathless pants she gave me an instruction that would induce my own stunning orgasmic convulsion.

"I want you to come on my face."

Obeying the new request, I withdrew from her as she turned to face me and knelt before me out of the spray of the shower. Serena grabbed the back of my leg with one hand and wrapped the other around my shaft. It disappeared into her mouth as she positioned herself to receive the facial. She bobbed her head and created an intense vacuum with her mouth. My cock shuddered and twitched and I knew it was time. 

She seemed to know it as well and she took me out of her mouth and lowered her face below my twitching head. She closed her eyes as I enthusiastically exploded. She cried out in pleasure as the first spray of colorless thickness landed square on her forehead between her eyes. A second stream leapt out of my head onto her cheek, trailing down toward her ear. The next spurt shot clear over her head onto the shower wall where the water spray washed it immediately away. 

I kept coming and coming. Spurts of dense semen splashed on her willing face, her enthusiasm unfettered by the copious amounts of my come covering her pretty face. It spilled into her eyes, across her nose and dripped down her chin onto her chest.

I had lewdly painted a masterpiece of asymmetrical opaqueness. 

She smiled appreciatively through the mess. I admired my handiwork and she was content to allow me to have the moment. She rose from her knees and took a washcloth from the soap dish. She seemed reluctant to wipe the goo away, but lifted her face into the stream of water and cleaned my sperm from her cheeks, lips, nose and hair. 

We washed each other thoroughly, taking our time and memorizing each other's bodies. We went about it silence, still panting from the experience. After soaping and sponging we shut off the water and toweled each other off. 

In the span of a few short hours, we had become intense lovers. But I couldn't read Serena. Was this just another encounter for her, or had it meant something? Had she felt the same connection I had? Self-doubt gripped me and awkwardness caught in my throat. 

She seemed to notice and gave me a reassuring passionate kiss. Naked, she sauntered out of the bathroom to retrieve her clothes from the living room. I wrapped my terrycloth robe around me and met her in the entryway. 

"I know this is probably inappropriate and forward of me to ask," I started. "But I'd like to see you again."

"I'm sure you would," she teased. I blushed a little in embarrassment. 

"I don't want to put you on the spot, or move too fast or anything," my incessant stammering continued. "And I realize we have to be careful at work, but...I was wondering if, maybe, you'd like to go out to dinner, or maybe a movie, with me tonight."

That sounded dumb and I thought about apologizing or dismissing the comment. Her long wet tongue firmly inserted in my mouth shut me up. She pulled away and patted me on the cheek, looking confidently into my eyes. 

"Not a chance," she replied. 

Crestfallen, I watched her leave through the front door and step out onto the porch. She turned to me poker-faced and I made no attempt to hide the disappointment in my eyes. She opened her mouth to speak. 

"Because tonight... the party's at my place."



The Afterparty



She was awakened as she had been so very many times before... By the exquisite feeling of a talented tongue lapping relentlessly between her legs. She had almost come to expect the morning ritual that she loved so dearly.

Her husband Peter always managed to wake in the morning just a few minutes before she and very early in their relationship had taken to waking her by crawling under the bed covers and finding her well-rested pussy ready and waiting for him. He'd most often start very gently so she'd wake slowly as if in a dream state and slowly realize that she would once again start her day with a mind numbing orgasm.

If time allowed, most often on the weekends, he would tease her with his talented mouth and tongue and slowly bring her to the edge of orgasm and then just as she was about to cum he'd ease off just a bit and allow her to retreat just slightly from the edge. When he was sure she wasn't on the brink of exploding he'd resume more intense stimulation of her clit until she was once again mere seconds away from an incredible orgasm that he'd inevitably delay again by altering his attack just slightly.

This would sometimes go on for thirty or forty minutes and would always eventually make her beg aloud for the release she craved so much. This was her favorite way to start any day and he knew it. He knew it and loved it and also loved all of the amazing things she would often do in return once she was awake and had her fill of "ladies first" morning pleasure. But this time was different. Stephanie opened her eyes expecting the room to be flooded with the soft morning light that always filtered through the window curtains. She loved the way the soft light reminded her of the candlelight that would often illuminate their naked bodies long into the night. Something was wrong. Her eyes were open but she was enveloped in darkness.

Her attention was quickly diverted as that exquisite tongue started to focus all of it's efforts directly on her clit. First little circles around it then an up and down rubbing and lapping motion that always drove her crazy and would inevitably lead to an orgasmic explosion like no other. She was breathing faster and felt a familiar tingling sensation as her nipples started to react to what was happening between her legs.

It was only when she felt the need to reach for her own breasts that she was jolted back into a clearer frame of mind. Her reaction started slowly and was all but unfamiliar to her but it was most definitely panic. Her arms instantly met resistance and she could feel the straps around her wrists. Her panic intensified as she became more awake and aware and started to assess her situation. She could feel air moving across her exposed skin and she was just realizing that all of her skin was exposed. She was completely naked and bound tightly.

She counted the straps she could feel. One on each wrist, one just above each elbow, one around her waist, one around her neck, and each ankle and knee was similarly bound. Bound to what?

She was definitely on her back and her thighs were spread wide with her knees bent a little. Her arms were away from her body and her wrists were above her head. She could feel a firm but slightly padded surface under her that seemed to conform to every curve of her body and supported her just where it seemed the restraints wanted her to be. She was bound very tightly to something that seemed to be intended for just that purpose. Maybe just for her and her alone because the fit was so good. It wasn't a table by any means but more like some kind of apparatus designed to hold a person just so.

Why the darkness? "My GOD," she thought to herself, "what's in my mouth?!?!" Indeed there was something there in the darkness that was filling her mouth and holding it open. Then she felt how her head was encased by something. Wrapped? Molded? What was it? She suddenly became aware of the strong scent of leather filling her nose. She guessed it was like something she'd seen on the internet once when she was looking at some bondage pictures. A leather hood laced tightly around her whole head with only a couple small holes near her nose to breathe through.

She couldn't see a thing and all sound except her own panicked breathing and the pounding of her heart in her ears was shut out completely. This hood was different than what she'd seen though. It was holding her mouth open somehow.

She ran her tongue over and around the oral intruder as much as she could. It left little room to do so as it was jammed in fully to the back of her throat. She could feel enough though. It was a large phallus shaped dildo locked in place by the hood. Her lips were wrapped around it and it kept her from much of any swallowing so she could feel her own saliva seeping out between her cheeks and the leather. Her panic in full swing she strained against all the restraints. She pulled with her legs and arms and strained to move her waist in any direction but nothing she did resulted in more than a few millimeters of movement. Even the hood must have had restraints on it. She tried to lift her head and move it back and forth but it was held fast and all of her strength wouldn't be enough.

She screamed but the dildo was a very effective gag and she knew that no one but she and the tongue master still between her legs would be able to hear her muffled cries for help. She was helpless and was feeling it completely. She was totally at the mercy of her assailant. She felt the tears between her cheeks and the leather and slowly stopped straining and fighting as reality started to sink in. Stephanie was now wide awake and fully aware but her awareness brought with it confusion beyond words. How did she come to be in this predicament? Where was she? Who was between her legs?

She knew Peter's touch and had become accustomed to the way he wrapped his arms under her legs and up over her abdomen so his hands could roam her belly and wander up to her breasts as he feasted on his favorite of meals. This also allowed him a good grip and leverage when her orgasm would finally shake her being and her whole body would convulse almost violently. He always made an effort to stay in contact with her clit all through her orgasm and she loved the way it would lengthen and intensify her explosion.

This time she was feeling no hands or arms or touch of any kind other than a relentless mouth and tongue continuing it's assault on her sex.

She searched back with her mind trying to piece together an explanation. Trying to understand what was happening to her. It was difficult to think clearly and reason because the pleasure between her legs was intense and difficult to ignore. It was a strange and foreign sensation to be afraid and panicked and simultaneously stimulated so perfectly. Yes, it was perfect. Could this even be Peter between her legs? He knew her so well and was a master at pleasing her this way but this... this was... perfect. Suddenly she remembered the party. YES! She remembered it clearly now. Sunday was her birthday and Saturday night Peter and some close friends had thrown her a party!

She remembered the day and looking forward to the party and seeing friends and family she hadn't seen in a while. She remembered putting on the new dress she'd bought a week earlier specially for the party and how she'd matched it with a bra that pushed her breasts up and out just enough to show off one of her sexiest features. She also remembered Peter's lustful smile when she walked down the stairs just before they headed out the door (he always loved how she could dress sexily and show off to him and the whole world without looking like a whore. She was absolutely beautiful to him in every way).

She remembered the short drive to the party house in town where they always reserved a room for events like birthdays and graduations and the like. She remembered pestering the DJ until he played an old favorite that she and Peter had slow danced to dozens of times since they'd met. She remembered how close they danced and how tight he held her and how hard his cock felt between them and how she could feel her own arousal building (there was never a lack of passion and fire between them).

She remembered the drinks going down rather quickly and easily and feeling a little light-headed as the evening progressed but that was nothing unusual on a night of celebration. She remembered sitting down on a padded bench along one wall of the room and resting her head on Peter's shoulder as she closed her eyes and tried to recover from a bit of a dizzy spell that hit her as she walked across the room to refill her glass.

She thought about how good his cock was going to feel inside her in just a couple short hours after the party was over and then... and then... nothing. That was the last thing she could remember. Then she was here. In this place. Naked. Arms and legs spread wide. Bound by straps and hooded with a dildo jammed in her mouth. Completely immobile. Completely helpless. So here she was. Was it Saturday? Was it Sunday already? Had hours passed or perhaps days even? It was a huge blank that needed to be filled in but it seemed that wouldn't happen any time soon.

Just as her attention was drawn back to the exquisite sensations between her legs all contact stopped. Even overcome with fear and panic as she was her heart dropped and a pang of frustration flowed through her inner being when the "assault" stopped. She was well on her way to an orgasm when all stimulation was taken away. A dildo-muffled whimper was her automatic response. Then nothing.

She felt nothing for what seemed like an eternity. She waited and wondered. As her panic grew she resumed straining against her bonds with all the strength she could muster. She pulled and tugged and twisted but every attempt at escape was futile. She was held fast and the restraints were more than up to the task of keeping her immobilized.

Internally she was frightened, terrified even, and felt completely helpless for the very first time in her life. She'd always been strong of will and in control of most situations but not this time. Her life, her very being, was being controlled by someone else. She was completely at the mercy of her captor.

Then there was a moment when she felt something. She felt something new and different. Just as her body began to relax and give up the hopeless struggle against her bonds her mind began to relax too. There was no mental relief from the fear or panic but her mind did relax. Somewhere deep inside she realized the true hopelessness of her struggle and part of her gave in. Part of her that had never given in to anything before suddenly submitted and yielded control to her assailant.

Just when she felt that part of her soul submit for the very first time she also felt a little twinge in the last place she would ever expect. As she accepted her situation and relinquished control she felt a sudden flood of arousal that seemed to start in her mind but flowed very quickly through her entire body and came to rest finally deep between her legs. She felt it there the most.

Her pussy felt very much like it did every time Peter would start to work his morning magic on her. She could feel a slight spasm and knew without feeling it directly that she was a bit more moist than only moments before. She was turned on by her helpless situation. By the fear. By the panic. By her ultimate submission to another person. Something she had never even dreamed was possible. She was confused before but now she had even more distasteful food for thought. As she was wrestling with her newfound feelings she felt a gentle brush of something up the inside of her left thigh and her focus was brought back to her immediate physical situation. A lone touch and then nothing for a long time. She waited and wondered then suddenly again a gentle brush of something up the inside of her other thigh.

Again a little flutter of arousal deep inside knowing that she had no control over anything that was happening to her. Then what felt like fingers trailing ever so slowly and ever so lightly from just above her crotch up across her stomach toward her chest. Her stomach was always very sensitive when she was aroused and the almost non-existent gentle brush of fingers created a powerful sensation somewhere between a tickle and a painful scrape and her whole abdomen tightened and strained to escape but like everything else it was useless. She was held fast. Then nothing.

Then the fingers started again just above her pussy and trailed slowly and almost painfully all the way up to her breasts then stopped again. Over and over again the torture continued. A few moments of nothing and then a feather-like touch of fingers from her sex to her breasts that she thought would surely drive her mad if it continued much longer.

She could barely breathe from the time each new touch started until the fingers left her near her breasts. Then she was allowed a brief rest and the same torture resumed near her pussy. Her dildo-muffled screams eventually accompanied each touch and just when she knew she could bear no more it all stopped. Nothing again as her stomach began to relax and she fought to get air into her lungs while she could.

Then she felt it. Drops of her own wetness running down into the crack of her ass. With a few moments to think she wondered how it could even be possible. It wasn't possible and yet it was undeniable. The simple touch of fingers on her stomach was arousing her beyond belief. But it wasn't the fingers alone. It was fingers that she had absolutely no control over. It was her mind and body giving in to those fingers. It was submission that was taking her to places she'd never been before. Submission that was made complete when she found herself hoping that the journey was only beginning. Stephanie was left alone with her thoughts for what she felt was far too long. Something had been awakened deep within her and as much as she was afraid and knew she should be concentrating on finding a way to escape her bonds she instead found herself craving the stimulation that had stopped so suddenly.

If this had been a typical morning session with Peter and he stopped like this she'd be grabbing his head and forcing him back between her legs. She was a fan of teasing and edging and loved being aroused but there was a limit where deprivation seemed more like torture and she felt herself quickly passing that limit.

Then it resumed as suddenly as it stopped. She felt a delicious tongue make a long slow lick from just above her anus right up between her drenched lips and across her now engorged clit. Her muffled moan was long and deep and spoke of a gratitude she felt powerless to hide. An internal heat flooded her from head to toe and she felt her stuffed mouth trying to smile around the dildo.

She felt the tongue probing inside her and lips pulling on her own and an occasional soft hot breath just where she wanted it. The stimulation continued in a very slow and deliberate attack that soon began to focus directly on her clit.

The mouth opened wider and sucked her sensitive nub inside and a flattened tongue slid slowly up and down exactly where it needed to. It felt wonderful but she wanted more. She was beyond ready to cum but there just wasn't enough stimulation to finish her off. She was being toyed with and could feel frustration growing with each passing second. Then there were hands. She could feel arms and hands wrapping under her legs and up around onto her stomach. Hands that began to slide slowly up and down and around her abdomen and then up and down her sides and eventually down onto her thighs.

Each time they made their way up near her chest her breath caught in anticipation of finally feeling what she wanted to feel on her tits but each time they fell just millimeters short and returned down her body. She could feel how hard her nipples were becoming and wanted so badly to reach for them herself and quench the fire that was burning there but knew she would not to be permitted that particular luxury. They ached badly for attention but were getting none.

If her captor's goal was to push her desire beyond it's normal limits it was definitely working. She wanted more. She wanted, she needed her breasts to be touched too. She wanted, she needed to cum badly. Her fires were smoldering but the only thing that would extinguish them at this point would be to fuel them further until she was a blazing inferno and finally a fiery sexual explosion. She had never been so hot but it was clear already that she was capable of so very much more. Then, finally, a gentle brush across her left nipple that made her whole chest try to surge up to meet it. Then another. Just the faintest touch and it was making her crazy. Then the same on her right nipple.

Then it hit her suddenly. The two hands were still roaming over her thighs when she felt what could be fingers on her nipples. MORE THAN TWO HANDS! She had assumed there was a single captor but now it was clear that they were not alone.

Then fingers began gently pinching and rubbing her nipples. Oh she needed that so badly but she was also trying to consider that she was tightly bound and now apparently being molested by a group. There were four hands on her simultaneously and a mouth still working between her legs.

Again muffled screams and straining muscles and a brief futile struggle eventually turned into acceptance and submission. The struggle was over a bit quicker this time. She had again accepted her situation and surrendered her soul and felt another wave of arousal wash over her. This time she tried less to understand why these things were effecting her this way and soon returned to focusing on the various stimuli that were fueling the fire. The hands on her breasts began cupping and massaging them and she could feel palms grazing her erect nipples. The position of the hands made it seem that this new person must be standing just beyond her head between where it felt like her wrists were restrained out to the sides. There were thumbs on the top of her tits and the hands were reaching in from above.

The mouth continued a painfully slow assault on her sex and the other hands continued their exploration of her abdomen and thighs. She wanted so badly to reach down with both hands and force that head hard into her pussy and ride that face to an orgasm that she knew was probably only seconds away with the proper stimulation. She had never been held so close to the edge for so long.

She and Peter would often play a game late at night and make love slowly and see how long they could hold out without cumming but even then she had the power to fuck him hard and make herself cum when she knew she could take no more. Now she knew this was beyond any reasonable limit and still she was forced to wait. "Will they ever let me cum?" she thought to herself. Her oral assailant slowly moved his violations from her clit down across her lips stopping briefly to tongue-fuck her hungry hole for a few moments then slowly began to focus on her now wet little rosebud. She was again frustrated as the center of her sex was left untouched and hungry for so much more.

That frustration would soon pass. She felt fingers gently spreading her lips. WAIT! MORE FINGERS! The mouth was working on her anus, two hands still massaged her breasts, two hands on her stomach and now more fingers on her pussy. At least three people were with her. Hands all over her body and she bound and forced to submit to anything they would do to her.

For a moment the term "gang bang" echoed through her mind and yet another wave of sexual heat washed over her but then she realized that thus far she hadn't been "banged" at all. She thought too soon. She felt something all too familiar at her wet and swollen opening. Up and down it rubbed and she knew what was about to happen.




The Afterparty



Again muffled screams and useless struggles signified that she still clung to some small hope of control or will. She screamed, she pulled, she felt hands and mouth and she knew it would happen. Then it did. The hard cock slowly slid into her starving pussy. Much slower than she truly would've liked. Slowly into her pussy in one long very slow stroke until she could feel it bottom out at her cervix.

This was DEFINITELY not Peter's cock that was invading her body. This cock was slightly longer than Peter's and a little fatter too. He never found the bottom of her cave quite so easily. The legs that came to rest against hers felt foreign too. It was hot. She was hot. No more struggling and no more screams. A long involuntary moan was her response to the cock head held tight against her cervix.

Now she wanted to be fucked good and hard. Hands all over her body. Tongue up her ass. A big hard cock buried in her pussy and new feelings of total submission taking her over. She couldn't use words to beg so she whined around the dildo and clenched her pussy over and over again around that hard cock that refused to move.

It felt good. Better than good. That cock belonged inside her and it was meant to fuck her hard like the submissive slut she had suddenly become deserved to be fucked. "Please fuck me hard!!!" was the plea that echoed silently through her head. Then the tongue was gone. Her ass suddenly felt empty and cold without any stimulation. That cock was so good though. So hard and so deep but still not moving. God she wanted to be fucked so much!

Then another finger. A finger gently rubbing her anal orifice. Around and around. Slippery. Then the tip went inside. A cock buried in her pussy and a finger in her ass. A finger from where? A fourth person was there!

She could feel the lube and feel the finger working it deep into her ass. Whoever it was they sure knew what they were doing and knew how to take it slow and let her relax to accommodate the intrusion. It felt good. Too good. She had never been much of a fan of anal sex but this was different. This felt great.

Having a hard cock for her pussy to keep clenching on didn't hurt either. After two fingers had opened her up and lubed her back door for what seemed like an eternity she again felt something very familiar and knew what was soon to come. This time there would be no screaming and no struggling against her bonds and the moaning started long before any intrusion this time. The hands that had been massaging her breasts moved to her shoulders and arms and the hands that had been working over her abdomen took over on her breasts. She knew why. She knew everyone had shifted to make room for the man that was beneath her and attached to the hard cock brushing her anus. She knew what was coming and relaxed her ass hole in preparation for the penetration that she knew was imminent. 

She wanted it and wanted them to know. Her moans changed to her begging little whine and soon she felt the pressure on her sphincter start to increase. She relaxed even more and soon felt herself opening to this newest intruder. Lubed up and ready as she was it didn't take much effort on anyone's part and soon a second hard cock was deep inside her.

This feeling was new and different and she felt more full that she had ever been. She WAS more full than ever before. She could feel the cock that filled her pussy pushing against the cock that filled her rectum and the feeling was amazing. She wanted both to fuck her hard. She was so ready. Bound and gagged and hot as Hell with both her holes stuffed completely. "Please fuck me hard!!!" the plea again echoed through her head. Why were they waiting? Surely these were men who were also hot and wanted to cum badly. Two cocks in a helpless woman and still neither were fucking her like they should. Why? Then she felt the dildo move slightly in her mouth. A slight twist and then it was retreating. She felt it slide out completely and then she could breathe through her mouth. Something still held her mouth open. She could feel it now. The hood had an open tube that the dildo had been sticking in through. The tube was just long enough to hold her mouth open when the dildo was removed.

She still couldn't swallow well and her jaw was aching from being held open so far for so long but the intruder was gone. Or so she thought. Only a few moments passed before she felt the dildo being reinserted into the tube. NO! This was no dildo. This was a real cock she felt on her tongue!

She felt it slowly fill her mouth and touch the back of her throat replacing the dildo almost perfectly. She could taste it and loved it. She had three hard cocks filling her in all ways possible and she loved it. She was now completely subservient to these wonderful hard cocks penetrating all of her orifices. She wanted this. She needed it.

She was still afraid but that was where some of the intense arousal she was feeling came from and she knew it. She was being used completely and that terrified her but it also turned her on more than anything ever had. She was a wanton little bondage slut and was quickly learning that she wanted nothing more. "Please fuck me hard in all my holes!!!" She whined around the hard cock in her mouth. Then she felt it. All three cocks at once began to retreat and for a brief moment she feared that they would all pull completely out and leave her empty. That fear was unfounded and just as she was almost empty all three cocks slowly pushed back in fully. The pleasure coursing through the very fiber of her being was indescribable.

Slowly and deliberately all three members continued to pull out until barely touching her at all then just as slowly and deliberately they penetrated her fully again. Very slowly and exquisitely in and out, in and out, in and out, and she was loving being so full and so fucked. Then all three reached their deepest point together and stopped completely.

"NOOOOOO!!!" was what she wanted to scream but only another muffled noise made it out of her cock-stuffed mouth. She was in agony. Teased to the point of tears. Three cocks inside her and hands all over her. She'd lost count of people touching her and couldn't even think clearly enough to offer a guess at this point. She was a caged animal in heat and needed to cum. Plain and simple. She needed to cum more than ever before. They made her wait for what seemed like forever. These men had patience. Far too much patience. She could feel and taste pre-cum in her mouth and ran her tongue over any cock flesh she could reach and kept squeezing cocks over and over again with her pussy and ass.

She kept squeezing and licking and realized that with these actions alone, stuffed like she was, she could probably achieve orgasm. She kept licking and squeezing and soon her breath was ragged and she was moaning and sweating and getting very close. Then the hands stopped.

Suddenly her nipples felt like they were in a vise and the pain shot through her chest. Her nipples were pinched and squeezed savagely until she stopped trying to get off. The pinching stopped and she started working all three cocks again. This time her punishment was almost immediate and the pain shot from her nipples all through her chest. She understood. She wasn't to cum. She was theirs and her ultimate pleasure wasn't what they had in mind. Not at the moment. She tried to relax and stay still but it was killing her. She wanted these three amazing cocks to use her and get her off in the process but they would have none of that. Everyone was still. Stephanie had to fight the urge to move. It was the most difficult thing she'd ever had to do. As she pulled back from the edge slightly her mind's eye was wandering around this place. She was imagining what the scene must look like.

She, strapped to some kind of apparatus made for just such a purpose, hooded, deprived of her senses of sight and sound, the man with his cock in her mouth presumably straddling her somehow, a man standing between her legs impaling her pussy, a man underneath her somehow impaling her ass but touching her in no other way, a man standing just beyond her head with his hands on her shoulders and the man that started it all by licking her pussy was now somewhere below her with his hands on her tits. "It must be an incredible sight," she thought to herself. This sight was beyond anything she'd ever imagined. It was hotter than any porn video she'd ever watched. It was real and happening and was hotter and more extreme than anything she'd ever heard of. Then it began. A slow fucking of her mouth. The oral intruder began fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. It started slowly but not like all the deliberate penetrations she'd experienced so far. This cock was fucking her mouth for pleasure. He was going deep and hard and was picking up the pace a little at a time as he went.

He was really going too deep and the cock head jamming into her throat was making her start to gag and cough but it was relentless and she knew he would take her as he wanted with no concern for her comfort. He was trying to stuff his cock down her throat but wouldn't slow down and allow her to try to accommodate him (she wanted to deep throat that wonderful hard cock badly) so she kept gagging and did her best to keep breathing. It was hot and nasty and dirty being used this way and she loved it.

Hands started to roam all over her body again as her mouth was fucked violently but the other two cocks impaling her refused to move. They just stayed planted deep inside her as cock number three fucked her mouth good. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. She could hardly breathe and she felt him swell even bigger and knew what was coming.

Just as she started to wonder if this man would ever cum he pulled out halfway and what she assumed was his hand stroked the base of his cock as several jets of white-hot cum shot into her waiting mouth. She felt complete somehow to finally have his cum in her mouth. He kept the tip of his cock in her mouth and she could feel hands outside the hood on her cheeks and on her throat rubbing and urging her to swallow. She didn't need encouragement there. She just needed a few moments because swallowing wasn't very easy with her mouth held open the way it was. Soon her mouth was empty and the man's full load was in her stomach. Then her worst fear was realized. All three cocks pulled out simultaneously and she was empty. She yelled, "NOOOO!!!" as best she could with the tube in her mouth and knew this time they heard her well.

She was empty and hungry for more and driven almost to the point of tears again when suddenly all three of her holes were quickly filled once again. Three cocks in three holes again as it should be. As it should be? She had become something she might never fully understand and was loving it. Yes, three cocks in her three holes just as it should be!

Then she tasted it. Something she had only tasted briefly a couple times before and then only with Peter. This was a different cock in her mouth and this was most definitely the one that had just been in her ass! She tasted a combination of her ass and the lubricant and knew that the three men had switched positions.

She guessed that the cock that had just cum in her mouth was now in her pussy and the cock that had moments before filled her pussy so perfectly was now deep in her ass. Sucking a cock that had just been up her ass was normally disgusting and distasteful to her but in this situation where she had no choice she quickly accepted it and found it hot and nasty and immediately started looking forward to another hot load of cum in her stomach. She pictured the scene again with the three men having swapped positions and two others exploring with their hands while she remained bound and helpless. Then that dirty cock in her mouth started fucking her just like the first had. The other two were moving this time too but only slowly. A gentle shallow fucking of her cunt and ass to accentuate and compliment the brutal fucking her mouth was taking.

It was extreme and intense and a complete mind fuck to be used in such a way but her inner primal sexual being was loving it. She loved the helplessness, the brutality, the pain, the submission... Everything about it was everything that had been missing from her life. Being used and abused was filling a hole in her soul that she never knew was there. She felt truly complete for the first time ever.

She was gagging and taking everything this cock could give her. She felt good as he started to fuck her face harder and faster and knew once again what was coming and knew he wouldn't deprive her of another snack. Hands everywhere and two cocks slowly fucking her pussy and ass and another about to blow in her mouth. Could this be Heaven?

Faster and harder until finally this one too pulled out halfway and jerked off into her hungry waiting mouth. Hands on her cheeks and throat again but no need. She willingly swallowed as soon as she could manage. Two loads in her stomach and now she knew there was at least one more to come. Again they pulled out but this time Stephanie had no fear. She knew it was just a quick change and she'd be full again in just a few seconds. And so it was. Moments later all three cocks were back inside her and she once again had the fresh taste of her own ass in her mouth.

This time hands moved away from her tits and were replaced by a mouth on each nipple. The hands that were on her tits moved down and approached her clit from each side. Just as they came to rest on their swollen little target her mouth started to take it's third hard fucking of the day.

More hands on her legs and feet and then FINALLY she felt her pussy and ass start to get properly drilled. It was incredible! She didn't know what sensation to focus on. It was really too much but she knew if there was more she'd gladly accept it. Two mouths on her nipples, a cock attacking her throat, a cock now properly fucking her pussy and one doing the same to her ass, hands on her arms and legs and feet and hands, and just when she thought the pleasure was surely maxed out the fingers of those last two hands started to rub the sides of her clit.

"MY GOD YES!!! FUCK ME HARD!!!" was what she would've screamed if her mouth hadn't been stuffed full of hard cock. This was it. This had to be Heaven. Her mouth and throat were being brutally pummeled and the cocks in her other holes were starting to pick up the pace. She let herself start squeezing and working those cocks like she wanted to not even caring if she'd be punished at this point. She knew the fucking wouldn't stop now until three cocks came again and if her nipples were pinched hard now she'd welcome it anyway.

Her tongue was working the head of this third cock as best as it could as it slammed in and out of her mouth. She wanted to milk it of everything it had. She wanted cum in her other holes too. She want all of them to cum. This was so much about submission and serving and she knew how to serve them best. Her body would pull the orgasms from theirs. She'd milk their cocks and eat their cum and be ready to give anything more they wanted to take and take anything more they wanted to give.

She was beyond insane with need and desire and was hotter than she ever thought possible. Her pussy and ass were really getting fucked hard and her mouth was sore but wanting more. She again tried to imagine the scene as they were now doing exactly what she wanted. They were all FUCKING HER HARD. She almost wished it could last forever but knew if she didn't cum soon she'd surely die and knew that her men wanted to cum too. She felt number three change to an even more frantic pace and could feel the telltale dribbles of pre-cum he was leaving behind. It wouldn't be long now.

His head got bigger and harder and she knew he was really close. The attack on her clit intensified and she knew she was close too. Closer and closer they all climbed toward an impending explosion. None of them would dare stop now and none did. Her clit, her pussy, her ass, her tits, her throat. Mere seconds now were all that stood between her and total ecstasy.

Yes. Yes! Yes!!! YES!!! YES!!! She felt him go first. The one in her ass. She felt him stiffen and slam deep into her one last time and then she felt the spasms as his cock spewed delicious cum deep into her bowels. Then number three shot several nice thick ropes of man sauce to the back of her throat.

She was just starting to try to swallow it when she felt the undeniable waves of a mind-numbing orgasm build deep in her pussy. This was like no other she'd ever felt. It was deeper. Stronger from the beginning and immediately took her breath away. As it started to rock her being completely her pussy clamped down hard on number two and he slammed hard into her finding the bottom of her cave.

She felt his spasms and could feel the jets of jism painting her insides. Then her own orgasm went full tilt and launched her into an orbit she'd never even dreamed of. This was it. This was why she wanted to be fucked hard. She knew this was coming. It was a fulfilling orgasm unlike any other. Her pussy and ass clenched and reclenched. She had to fight to keep from biting number three.

A guttural growl like she'd never heard was coming from her own throat. All her muscles strained against the bonds but not to escape. Simply to flex and let the orgasm consume every fiber and every nerve she could surrender to it. This was pleasure. Redefining, life altering, complete and utter pleasure. How had she even lived without it? How would she make sure she'd never be without it again? She felt three cocks start to soften within her. Heads and hands came to rest on her everywhere. She felt bodies cuddle up to her and soft lips kiss her everywhere. She felt a kind of contentment she never knew existed. She had given in and given up and in the process expanded her sexual horizons immeasurably. She was happy in a way she couldn't explain or understand. She decided immediately not to try to understand right away. It didn't even matter. She just wanted to bask in a glow like no other. Enjoy a newfound place within her that she now dearly hoped she would visit many more times. At first Stephanie barely noticed the small droplets hit her tongue. Then a strange taste as she tried to no avail to push the liquid from her mouth. Then a slight numbness on her tongue that slowly spread to her mouth and face. Once again she tried her best to talk but the hood tube and numbness kept her from any kind of real communicating. She was trying desperately to say, "NO! NOT YET! I'M NOT READY!" but her words were just nonsense falling on deaf ears. Slowly her whole body became numb and she felt her eyes close under the hood and then... Nothing... She was awakened as she had been so very many times before... By the exquisite feeling of a talented tongue lapping relentlessly between her legs. This time was different. She awoke suddenly with a start and threw the covers off and looked down not knowing whether to hope for or fear what she might find there. 

Her eyes met his. Peter's mouth was happily at work arousing her sex and getting her started on a morning journey toward what was sure to be a wonderful orgasm.

She smiled and laid her head back on her pillow and relaxed and started to settle in to enjoy their morning ritual. Her mind was a bit foggy and clouded but as her pussy started to come to life she began to see strange visions in her mind. She was imagining things she'd never thought about before. Strange things like being bound and gagged. Being the centerpiece in a group sex scene. Fucked against her will. It was making her very hot.

She started to reach for her nipples but then something inside her made her stop. Instead she reached up to the spindles on the headboard and grabbed on tight and held her hands there. Her nipples were aching for attention but she kept her hands over her head. Then she spread her legs a bit wider and bent her knees just like one of the visions she had in her head of a woman being triple penetrated. She closed her eyes and held herself there. Held herself still and let Peter do what he would do as he pushed her toward her morning orgasm.




The Afterparty



He looked up and laughed into her pussy without stopping for even a second. She thought his laugh seemed out of place but was too into what his talented mouth was doing to pay it much attention. He wasted no time this day to take her all the way. Sometimes he would tease her but not today. He focused on her clit and was relentless until she exploded in ultimate release. Her back arched and she bucked and twisted but he stayed in place using his arms and hands wrapped under her legs and up around her stomach to stay locked to her sex his tongue busy until she came down and could take no more. She absolutely loved starting her days this way. He moved up her body and came face to face with the love of his life her legs still spread wide. He kissed her passionately and sank his aching cock deep into her pussy. She shook from the sensation. She was always very sensitive after she came.

Their naked bodies always worked so well together. Neither ever wanted for anything sexually. They were good together. As he started to fuck her in earnest their eyes met and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him. In and out, in and out, in and out... Harder and faster as their arousal increased. It would take her a while to work up to another orgasm but he didn't mind. He loved touching her. Fucking her. Pleasuring her. It was a pleasure to him.

Then came the words that would change their lives forever. He looked deeply into her eyes as his cock continued plunging into her and said, "It's not fair you know." She didn't speak but he could see the confused look on her face. "Not everyone came."

He continued to fuck her and just as she was about to speak he continued, "Not everyone came and some of the guys aren't very happy about it." It all came flooding back. The party, the straps, the hood, the pain and pleasure, three cocks at once, multiple loads in her stomach, and most of all the complete submission. "We probably won't be able to wait until your next birthday to make that right."

Stephanie clamped her open mouth to his and immediately exploded into a mind-numbing orgasm. She screamed and thrashed and eventually settled into a blissful afterglow with a huge smile on her face. Moments later Peter came hard too. He went stiff and pumped several large jets of cum deep inside his wife's body and could feel a grin spread across his own face as he started to come down to Earth.

They both tried to catch their breath and take in all that had happened, that was happening. Stephanie needed few words to express what she was feeling. She said simply with a smile, "Happy birthday to me!" and pulled her man tightly to her...