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The Heat

By: matthewair56



The sun had baked the land all day. The white sand, the cobblestones and even the trees. Their leaves were crying from the heat, giving the air a misty fog that hung on every exposed surface. This included her thigh; it glistened as it moved. It spread and returned with the music. The dull melody and muffled beat was an after thought. Like the mist outside it only hid and exaggerated things. Her yellow short dress. He black curls. He brown eyes set in white pools. She was out of his league. He knew this. Could feel it. He had no business even looking at her. The straps of her dress so loose her breasts almost coming free with every grind and movement she made. He had no right to be staring. Any other time he'd looked away in shame. Any other night he'd never make her gaze. But this wasn't any night. Or just any place. The close built houses and inns were packed with people. The brightly colored lights of the open streets weren't glowing here. In this places it was all about shadows and mist. Heat. It was all about the heat.

She saw him.

The half smile she gave him was as bad as any slap. As mean as any curse. He was a joke. He had nothing to offer. Her dark skin called him. The night's damp hotness made his mind race and his feet move. He had no plan. He had no great lines, or clever moves. He had nothing to offer. But for one night. For this one place and for this one woman he wouldn't back down.

He was sweaty. Fat. His glasses constantly fogging from the humidity. He didn't know the song. Didn't know how to move his feet. But he did find when he wrapped his hand around her hip that he knew how to hold a woman. Something had awaken in him. Maybe it was the moon. The stars. The heat... something dark was moving his fingers and his hands. Something selfish, something powerful but mean. Something was taking what it wanted and wasn't making any apologies.

That smile slipped from her face but she didn't move away. If anything she moved closer. Egging this nobody on. They dueled on the dance floor. Her years of wrapping me around her high maintenance fingers against this strangeness that had possessed him. It was losing. He could feel her hands on his sides. He could almost smell her hunger. To be perused and taken. Every thought he had was telling him to back away. To think for just a second. To remember he was overweight and sweaty. To remember who he was and stop this madness. But this feeling was too good. Her ass rubbing against him felt too good. She wasn't smiling at all. She wouldn't meet his eyes and her hands were like iron on his back. She wanted him. Needed him.

He let his fingers drift where they liked. Across lips. Down shoulders. Over that ass men half his weight and twice his checking account would work for months just to touch. He felt the slickness of her thighs. Then went higher. Higher. He let them go all the way to the top, then they went farther. He heard her gasp in his ear. "Please Papi..." She was out of breathe. That seemed odd to him. It was hot and they were both sweaty but his breathing was level. The please wasn't a begging for him to stop. On the contrary her hips moved more, almost as if she were willing his fingers to move again. She looked at him then. Their eyes meeting. His other hand moved from her back to her neck pulling her close. He whispered a command in her ear and moved away from her. The magic was broken for an instant. In that moment hey were just two strangers again and her eyes drifted around the crowded room. She looked at him again, she pulled her short skirt down a bit and then against all odds reached out for his hand. He squeezed it hard and followed her.

She looked back again her eyes flashing in the darkness. There was no smile, no joy, no happiness, no love. There was just the hunger. Whatever had taken control of him, whatever devil had been running through the night was in her now, he had passed it on, shared it. He could see it in her eyes that he had something only he could give. Control. She wanted it so bad she was running with a stranger's hand in hers just to get a taste. He knew then and there... in that moment and for the rest of the night... he owned her.

The Heat



All characters over 18

*****

A ceiling fan spun quick and creaking in a shabby living room, struggling to stir the stubborn air below into the semblance of a breeze. Wood paneling upon the walls held up a couple dusty photographs, far outnumbered by the manufactured paintings and the trite religious messages that dotted the remainder of the space. In one corner, a solitary bookshelf offered up a scant selection - it was the 36" television on the other wall that plainly held the favored space, enjoying the attention of every other piece of furniture as it loudly served a sports engagement to an unenthusiastic audience of one.

"Shit." Barely muttered by the burly figure slouched down on the couch, as the little brown ball on the screen spun and fumbled from a player's hands. His fingers tightened for a moment on the bottle in his own, as though he were about to toss it in frustration - instead he only shrugged, and took another healthy swig. It was too hot for such decisive action, too hot to do much of anything but sit there shirtless in his boxer shorts, perspiration beaded on his brow and shining from his hairy chest. His shirt hung on the sofa's arm, a simple nametag stitched into its breast - 'Dan.'

He had the kind of body that made it difficult to separate the muscle from the fat. Thick from neck on down, but solid, stout, a barrel of a man; he looked as though he might have carried tires for a living, and eaten steak and eggs for every meal. The scowl in his worn and sun-baked features seemed to be at least a frequent guest, sitting comfortably beneath a nose that bent a bit where it had once been broken - but it did twitch a little, faded as he heard the click of doors unlatching in the hall, of footsteps struggling to stomp. He was halfway expecting the plaintive whine when it arrived.

"Daddddiiieeeeee." The girl tromped into the living room with temples clutched between her palms, a sleeveless pastel sundress draping light across her small and slender frame. Bare of foot, she hung her body forward in exaggerated misery, her shoulder-length blonde hair askew and tangled from her recent waking. "Why does it have to be so hot?

"Just the way it is, kitten." He drawled the answer distantly as she sulked her way across the room, collapsed onto the other corner of the couch. "Maybe if you got up earlier than noon, it wouldn't seem so bad."

"Yeah, right." Sky-blue eyes rolled up with undisguised disdain for the suggestion. "It's like a million degrees even in the middle of the night. Can't we please get an air conditioner or something already?"

"We been through this before." His gaze was back on the TV, watching with disinterest as he spoke. "Weather like this only lasts a couple weeks, a month at most. You can stand it. Otherwise, you got a couple thousand bucks, you can buy one yourself."

"Ughh." A little growl with the sound, vibrating softly from her throat - then, just in case she hadn't signalled her displeasure quite enough, her plump and rosy lips pushed down into a pleasant-looking little pout, pointed at him like a weapon. It was another couple seconds of this failing to impress him before she gave it up and flopped her head back listlessly against the cushions, rubbing slowly with two narrow fingers through the subtle sheen of sweat upon the corner of her forehead. "It just sucks, is all."

He answered this with no more than a non-committal grunt, shifting his position slightly as he took another swig of beer. But this was enough to stir her nimble tongue again, this time far more charmingly. "You know, I bet it would really help if could just have something cold to drink."

He hardly had to glance in her direction to see the way her gaze fixed on the bottle. "Need some hair of the dog, is that the deal now?" Scoffing, with a twitch of disapproval barely tolerant upon his lips.

"I don't know what you mean, daddy." The words were spoken just as sweet and white as sugar, blank of all defensiveness or hesitation that might give away their falsehood. He didn't trust the non-denial, not for an instant - but god, he almost couldn't help admiring the ease with which she gave it, the tiny touch of injured feeling that she even slipped into the sound. As though he were the one who ought to feel guilty, for making such an accusation. "I just need something to cool me down."

"Well." He took another sip, contemplative, to needle her a bit. "This is the last beer, but we got a pitcher of ice water there in the fridge. Pretty sure there's still about a half a dozen cans of Dr Pepper, too. Either one of them should work pretty good to cool you down."

"Come on, daddy. Please?" She pleaded in a sing-song tone, her voice pushed high and pure and innocent. A little girl's voice. A puppy's eyes, a kitten's, wide and baby blue. Oh, but she was good at this. Curled in the corner of the couch, pulling up her legs almost beneath her, she looked considerably smaller even than her five foot frame, painting him again an image of the child that he'd spoiled far too often. "Pretty please?" A winsome smile alternated with another pitiable pout. "Pretty please with cream and sugar?"

"Hell, Katie." He groaned and looked away from her, struggling to break the spell. "You ain't even supposed to be drinkin' this stuff yet."

"Yeah," she graciously agreed, crawling forward for the kill. "But you ain't supposed to drink any either, this early, and you already had two." Gesturing minutely to the pair of bottles sitting on the floor beside the coffee table. "Anyway, it's so, so hot, and that one looks so nice and cold, and I don't want to have to go all the way over to the kitchen, and it would make me really happy, honestly, I promise." She barely touched his elbow, bit her lower lip. "Please?"

Not really any question who had won this round. He grunted his concession as he handed off the beer to her, still mostly full. For her own part, she was magnanimous enough in victory at least to give him back a "Thank you, daddy" that sounded only slightly preening. The bottle held up cooling to her forehead as she slouched back on the couch beside him, breathing little sighs of evident relief.

That part wasn't quite so bad. He didn't have to turn his focus back to the TV until she actually began to drink - the girl had a way of sticking out that tongue of hers to curl against the bottle's lip that could drive a man into distraction. And afterward was hardly better, as she chilled herself again by pressing it this time against her chest, nestled gently in between a pair of breasts that he could swear were growing still a little bigger every day. Amidst the drowsiness and hazy thinking of the boiling summer heat, it was a struggle just to keep from outright staring; he hadn't effort left to stop himself from watching from the corner of his eye. Another round of perspiration prickling upon his brow, seeing her chest rise and fall with an extended sigh of breathy satisfaction, her candy-painted fingernails trailing absently along the bottle's neck...christ. He ground his teeth and fixed his focus on the screen as best he could, paying close attention to the talking donkey telling him about great deals on used cars. Wondering again if she did these things on purpose. Hard enough to keep his gaze from straying into places that it shouldn't, even when she wasn't giving him a show.

At least it didn't last too long, her little spectacle. Soon enough she had the bottle planted far more plainly at her side, sipping from it now and then as she watched the game beside him. Half-watched, at least, through eyes a quarter closed, asking him a question here and there about the rules to which he was fairly certain she already knew the answer. Not that he minded. It was a familiar thing, an kind of ritual they sometimes shared, reenactment of the age when little Katherine would wander in to ask what he was yelling at the TV for, and he would plop her down beside him to explain assists and field goals, fouls and hail marys, most of which flew straight over her head. Even if it had a bit of artifice in it these days, there was still a simple pleasure in the back and forth, the game; his frustrated mood had melted somewhat softer by the time she posed an unrelated question.

"Momma ain't around, is she?" Languid curiosity, glancing backward through the open doorway to the kitchen.

"Nope." His head shook ponderously though a couple inches, back and forth. "Headed out with Tyler bit ago to pick him out a couple pairs of pants."

"Good." Mumbled vague around another swig of beer, the bottle now no more than quarter-full. "I swear to god, last couple weeks she's really tryin'a win bitch of the year."

He didn't have the energy to be particularly stern, not with the air as thick as soup. But he made at least a token effort, frowning. "Shouldn't talk about your momma like that, Katie."

"Well, then you should get her to quit yellin' at me all the time," she groused. "Awful things, too. You think you heard her yellin' before, you should listen what she says when you ain't here."

"Mmm." Faint sarcasm in his voice. "And you don't speak a single word against her, that right?"

"Well, of course I do," she retorted wearily. "But she's the one that starts it. I'm just fightin' back." Another sip; she let the liquid linger on her tongue a bit, grimacing before she swallowed and continued. "She hates me, daddy. I know she does. She's hated me for years and years."

Trace frustration tightened his expression, and he barely shook his head. Dismissive. Mostly. "And how come you figure she hates you, Katie? Your own momma?"

"Cause I'm prettier than her." Solemnly enough - she turned her head, the cushion's edge against her cheek, to look him in the eye. A tiny spark in hers, of humor, self-awareness, serious and playful all at once. "That's why. She started gettin' really mad at me same time as guys we walked by started lookin' at me instead'a her. I'm skinnier than her, and my skin ain't saggin' everywhere, and my boobs are bigger, too." A beat. "Don't you think?"

He didn't answer that. Didn't even try, just blinked a while, unable to effectively refute a single one of her comparisons - instead, eventually, he just evaded them. "I think she's got some reasons she could yell at you that don't have anything to do with that." Gamely muttering the notion. "Like how about the way you headed out last night after she told you that you couldn't?"

"But I asked you, and you said that I could," she pointed out.

"But you didn't tell me that you had already asked her," he frowned back. "Caught some fire from her for that myself."

"I didn't ask her." Katie's little smile edged in the direction of a smirk. "I just told her I was going out, and then she said like hell I was, that I was staying here. Then I went and asked you a little later, and you said that I could, so I did."

In cooler weather, without the weary haze of sweat and booze that squatted on his consciousness, he might have had a suitable response to that. Might have had the energy to tan her britches, anyway. As it was, he only looked a couple seconds at the mischief in her features, searching for a word to start with, before he bit his tongue and gave the matter up. Moving on. "I even want to know what you actually got up to last night?"

"God." Her turn to groan, lolling back her head against the cushion. Another clumsy swig almost finished off the bottle. "Nothin'."

"Nothin'," he repeated, quietly sardonic. "Boy howdy, when a girl's out late doin' nothin', that's when I get to be concerned." He nudged her with his forearm, there upon the couch's back. "Who'd you do this nothin' with, pray tell?"

"Nobody," she predictably responded - then grudgingly revealed a bit more of an answer. "Jeremy, and some friends of his."

"Jeremy." Dan shook his head a little, darkly, snorted disapproval. "That boy's bad news."

"Daddy, you say every guy I hang out with is bad news," she lazily protested, scooching slightly over on the couch to rest her head upon his chest. Warm, her messy, silken hair caressing on his skin, faintly dampened with his perspiration. He could just barely feel her cheek pressed soft upon his side, feel the edges of her elfin ear in slight, electric contact.

"'ts because they always are." The retort came out a bit distracted, halfway muttered as his willful gaze began to wander once again. Descending downward to the neckline of her dress, and to the newly-opened avenue it found in her new pose. Staring at the beads of sweat that shone like little diamonds on her skin, that trickled slowly down into that warm and tempting valley..."Got you drunk, didn't he?"

"We all had a little," she admittedly sleepily. "But seriously, like nothing happened. We just drove around a while. The only entertaining part was when both of his friends started hitting on me, and I told them I might take my top off if they could stand up in the truck bed all the way back into town." A moment passed of smirking satisfaction - then she seemed to realize a bit belatedly what she was saying, forcing him to tear his stubborn eyes away from her distinctive charms as she tilted back her head to look at him directly. Lilting innocent again, sweet and reassuring. "Don't worry, though, daddy. I wouldn't really have done it. I was just kinda having fun with them."

"Lord Almighty." His tongue was dry, distracted - still, he managed to get in a bit of indignation. "You know what, never mind the boys. You're the one who's trouble."

She laughed at that. Giggled, anyway, a momentary tinkling of melody. Pleased, and pleasing. "But you still love me anyway, right?" Expectant mischief in her slightly glazed expression.

"Yeah." His right hand drifted downward to her shoulder, clasping on the smooth, bare curve of young and healthy skin. Stroking with his thumb where it rose gently upward to her swanlike neck. "Yeah, I still love you, kitten."

"Mhmmm." A crooked grin accompanied the gleeful little hum, a tiny wiggle of delight beside him. She shifted then, twisted from his grasp, and a quiet disappointment briefly touched upon his heart, that he should lose the nest they had together here - instead, she swiftly slid up to her knees to plant a sudden peck upon his stubbled cheek, her satin lips alighting barely long enough to truly feel before they flew away again. "And I love you, too, daddy." Brightly spoken, musical. Playful, as though the declaration were some private joke they shared. He turned to look at her to give some smirking answer of his own...but another kiss came down to silence him before he had the chance. This time pressed against his mouth, just barely opened.

It didn't end as quickly as the other had. A little longer. A couple seconds, one or two or five...long enough to feel her pillowy pink lips compressed against his own, feel her hand closed on his arm, her ample bosom pressing lightly to his skin with only just that thin and flimsy dress between. Long enough for him to smell the scent of her, unwashed, the subtly enchanting odor of a woman's body, hair and skin and sweat, commingled gently with the floral perfumes of her soap and her shampoo that still lingered from the day before. And then a moment, just a moment, as her mouth began to move, the faintest little friction of her lips caressing gossamer on his...

Then it ended, as abruptly as it had begun, the light of thought returning slowly to his mind as Katie pulled away again, dropping back down to the space beside him. Laughter on her tongue, a snort of humor that dissolved into uneven, artless giggles while he worked to find his voice again, to settle down his racing pulse. Even for her, this was a little much. "You drunk already, Kate?" Not really quite as stern, as irritated as perhaps he should have said the words; these touchy-feely moods of hers might not be terribly appropriate, but he had long since given up attempting to convince himself he didn't like them when they came.

"Noooo." The drawn-out, childish denial was not especially convincing. Further undermined by how she bit her lip and snickered to herself a while, after she said it. "God, um. I don't know. No." Somewhat more seriously now, her fit of giggles wearing off. "No, it's just, it's just this freaking heat. I can't even think or anything, I swear, it's just like...hooh, you know?"

That was certainly the truth. Normally he would have felt considerably guiltier to admire her anatomy the way he had today, would have tried at least a little harder to encourage some restraint. All of it was melted in the swampy fever of the season, the effort far too heavy for his weary mind to bear. His inner censor sleeping on the job - it would never have approved the playful answer that occurred to him, welled up ready to his tongue. A teasing tone. "Well, maybe you oughta take your top off now, then, too. Keep you cooler."

"Daddy!" Far more amused than truly shocked - she didn't even try to hide her smile, her gleaming, slightly crooked teeth protruding into view. "I ain't even got a bra on under this!"

"Hell, it's nothing I ain't seen before." A little grin of his own, the feeling of it tickling inside his throat. "We had a devil of a time gettin' you to keep on any clothes at all, back when you were three." He pinched her softly at her waist, to see her gasp and laugh and wriggle fractionally closer, her thigh touched silken-smooth to his. Dropping nearer to a whisper, conspiratorial and low. "That, and must be me'n half the neighbors seen you sunnin' yourself in the backyard."

"Hey!" Her offense a bit more genuine this time, at least enough for her to turn and weakly slap him on the shoulder. "You ain't supposed to look." Still with that mischievous expression, though, tugging at the corners of her lips, dancing softly in her eyes. Expectant.

"No, no, I don't look," he agreed with a faint shake of the head. Which in fact was true. Mostly, anyway. "But even if you ain't lookin', you still do see a bit, sometimes."

"Mmm-hmm." The corner of her eye remained on him a time, watching, while her enigmatic smile shifted in a few different directions. The flicker of a frown, a grin, a momentary moue - then suddenly she shrugged her shoulders, reaching upward to grab hold of the spaghetti straps that held her dress in place. "Okay." Spoken with an easy nonchalance as she began to tug it upward, off.

"...hey, now." He tried to laugh. It doesn't sound quite right. "I was kidding, Katie. You shouldn't, ah..." Protesting, as he looked away from her and back again, as the sight stole words off of his tongue. The airy fabric sliding higher on her legs to show the upper portions of her toned and slender thighs, her wider hips, the tight, delicious curve of that delightful little bottom, nicely nestled in a pair of lacy cotton panties. Her bosom lifted, squeezed together, briefly captured in the narrows of her dress. The heartbeat that he'd almost settled starting for another jog, while what before had been a tickle of untoward arousal now stirred towards fuller life.

"No, daddy, you're right," she pleasantly demurred, as though stripping down in front of him were nothing odd at all. The outfit pulled a little awkwardly over her head. She was still tugging at it, inch by inch, arching upward on her knees to make a clearer path; concealed this way from her eyes, he couldn't keep himself from watching the unveiling of her midriff's achingly exquisite inner curve, and of her winking belly button, sitting like a gemstone in her flat and even stomach. "I mean, you sure as heck don't bother wearin' a shirt or anything when it gets super hot like this. Ain't no reason I should either, if it's just the two of us." All innocently spoken, more or less...but he could almost hear her smile as she said it, that same enticing and infuriating smile she wore when she was traipsing round the house in just enough to hide the places that she had to.




The Heat



Now, though...not even that. He couldn't help a little sigh, releasing breath he hadn't realized that he was holding as the bottoms of her breasts teased into view, peeked out beneath the pleated edge of what was normally her skirt. Wobbling hypnotic with her every motion, every tug, every tiny, teasing inch - she had more than a handful there, tanned with just the lightest kiss of bronze, and on her body otherwise so perfectly petite they struck the eye as positively massive, allure flirting with vulgarity. Beauty bleeding into utter sex. It felt a prayer that had been answered when at last a final pull unveiled the whole, when he could feast upon the mild dusting of her freckles that spanned her shoulders to the upper curves and valleys of her bust, could see the sheen of sweat that glistened gently from her skin. Her nipples pert and charming, little gumdrops standing with a tiny halo just around, pink as bubblegum and surely twice as sweet...

"You're lookin', daddy."

It took an effort of his will to drag his gaze away, up to her face. Uncovered now as well, of course, able to plainly see where he'd been staring. Despite her mildness of tone, there was again a smirk touched to her lips, a sparkle in those luminous and lightly lidded eyes. Teasing, chiding. He ought to feel guilty for it, probably. He did. A part of him. Itching there behind his neck, a closeness in his throat...but the feeling didn't penetrate too deeply, only stained the surface of his thoughts. Underneath, his blood kept up its steady simmer, its awareness so distracting of her body on display. He struggled even to come up with any kind of answer he could give her, an excuse, until finally she spoke again. "It's okay. Everybody looks." Indulgent. And perhaps a tiny bit embarrassed, too, despite herself. "The boys at school, the teachers, cashiers at the store, my friends, your friends...doesn't really bother me or nothin'."

"It's the heat, is all," he mumbled finally. Half an answer, maybe, forcing his attention back to the TV. The football game was almost over, home team putting up a vain defense against a loss already certain.

"Yeah, exactly." She was eager to agree, though her tone still dragged a little, languid. Flopping back down to his side...but where her dress before had somewhat held the two of them apart, the contact now was skin on skin, direct. Faintly damp with the admixture of each other's sweat, bodies rubbing soft together when she moved an inch - it made it rather difficult to focus on the dulcet ramble of her words. "It's like I said, right? Gets hot, and you can hardly even think at all." Her left hand on his boxers, on his outer thigh, slender fingers rubbing absent at the cloth. "Not even like it's completely awful, totally. It's kinda like, you know, when you're almost asleep, and you feel kinda warm and slippery inside, and your brain shuts down enough to where you're pretty sure you can do anything you feel like. And you don't even really care about things anymore. Or...no, I mean, you care, but nothing really seems that bad." A single note of laughter jiggled through her chest, took flight into the air. Murmured. "That's the part that always gets me doin' things I shouldn't." Her silken hair caressing on his skin, cuddling a trifle closer.

God, but she was such a minx. Her words a silver whisper in his ear, intimate and soft. His own hand sliding down her side, instinctive, settling about her hip, treasuring the feeling of her humid skin beneath his fingertips. But it was one word in particular which stuck inside his consciousness, scratched until he had to ask. "What do you mean, 'always?'"

"What?" She inquired dully, glancing up at him.

"Pretty sure right now you're doin' something that you shouldn't, yeah, sittin' almost naked with your dad," he rumbled quietly, his voice a subtle quarreling between humor and a deeper hunger. "But what'd you do to make it 'always?'"

"Oh." Comprehension. The lazy idling of thought, consideration - it was a couple seconds there before she hit him with a small and sidelong grin. "Promise you won't be mad?"

"Mmph," a growl touched upon his tone. "You have to ask me that, I can promise you pretty sure I will be." The muscles of his arm drew faintly tighter, holding her against him as suspicion began to churn inside his stomach. Ire. Jealousy...oh, the worst of envies was the one you never can admit. "It's Jeremy, ain't it." Even though he knew he'd have to be a fool to honestly believe her sly and circumspect denials that she did anything improper with her everpresent beaus...dammit, he'd believed her anyway, forced himself to. There was no other choice. He couldn't tolerate it otherwise, the thought of all their hands upon her body, all the filthy things that they would do to her, his tempting little angel.

"No! God, dad." Groaning, as her eyes rolled back into their sockets. But her answer afterward was something of an offering of peace, a soft confession. "It was Rusty I was thinkin' of. When we drove down to visit them, last year."

"Rusty?" His eyebrow lifted, laborious with thought. Surprised, perturbed. "My sister's boy?"

Katie briefly hummed agreement, still stroking slowly at the middle of his meaty thigh. "It was even hotter there, remember? And you could go down to the basement to get a little cooler, but it didn't even help that much at all." A pause to breathe, to gather up her words, trace a fingernail in a circle on his shorts. "Anyway, there was a couple of us down there one night watching movies. And Rusty's sitting there next to me, and once the lights are off a while he's got his arm behind me, and he starts feeling at my boob a little, on the side. And I started tellin' him to cut it out, but he shushes me and says the other people there are gonna hear. And I mean, I know I oughta raise a fuss and make him stop, but it's hot enough to where I just don't have the energy to do it, you know, to where I barely even feel like it matters, really."

"So he keeps doin' it," she murmured softly. "After a little while there he's got his hand up in my shirt, just grabbin', squeezin' everywhere. I think maybe when it's hot like this it maybe makes'm sensitive, too, cause it was feeling kinda...not so bad. And then I notice that he's breathin' hard, and I look over and I see he's got his thing out of his jeans, and workin' it pretty good. And when he sees that I can see him doin' it, he stops...but then he grabs my hand instead, and he moves it over to his hard-on, so I'm the one that's holdin' it." Her father's fingers tightened on her hip at this loathsome revelation, his manhood throbbing in his boxers, trapped. Listening to her continued almost-whisper, "And I mean, everybody else is lookin' at the movie, and my brain's all frazzled with the heat, you know, and I guess he's maybe gotten me a little bit excited, too, cause pretty soon I started rubbin' him myself." A pause, before she added with a mingled note of pride and of distaste, "Pretty sure it didn't even take a minute til he shot his stuff all on my leg."

"Katie..." Even with her story done, it was a time before he could shape a response, before the beginnings of an answer rasped out of his throat. Teeth ground tight together at the image that she'd painted, that little bastard of a nephew groping clumsy at her perfect breasts, stealing the attention of her slender, skillful fingers - he'd wring the cretin's neck, if he were here right now. "Christ's sake, he's your cousin." A touch of venom growled low for her as well, anger at her impropriety mixed with the possessive instinct pulsing in his chest. The sourness of faint injustice, too, after all the times he'd had to remind himself that she was was his daughter, that she was family, off-limits, for her so easily to skip over that restriction...

"I know..." She tried appeasement, a muddling of weary commiseration. "I told you it was something that I wasn't s'pposed to. Heck, worst part was he hung around me whole rest of the visit, tryin' to get some time alone again." Reassurance after, her voice returning sweet and musical. "Isn't like I wanted to or anything. Like I said, it's just because it was so hot out."

"Yeah, right." A snort dismissed her plea of innocence, a glance beyond her pouting features to the body just below. The husky timbre of his voice not quite selling his upset. "You got your high beams on just tellin' me about it."

She did indeed. The lovely nipples he'd admired on her before now stood up prominent and pointed, hard as little diamonds - she looked down at them and back, a sheepish kind of smirk upon her lips. A playful tone upon her tongue, casting off her earlier apologetics. "Yeah, well. You should talk, huh?" And without breaking off the teasing contact of her eyes, she let her hand slip over further, deeper to his lap. Her ring and pinkie fingertips just barely brushing on his rigid manhood, caressing for an inch across the bulbous head that strained insistent from the inside of his drawers...she giggled at his sudden inhalation, at the way his back grew straighter with the sharp, electric tingle of her touch.

"But yeah." She spoke again before he could, before he even found his tongue again. Murmuring a drowsy, careless mischief as she pressed intimate against his side, her hand escaping back to safer territory on his leg. "I guess I honestly don't really care that much, about the cousin thing. At least with that. Not like we were having sex or something."

He shot her back a warning look. Or tried to, anyway. That was the intention, somewhere in his mind, in the flimsiness of thought...once his eyes were on her, though, he barely even tried to keep them from returning to their envious caresses of her form. "You figure it don't count as sex, huh? Jackin' some guy off?" The growl that he meant to be of admonition echoing instead with hunger, with the promise that her apathy implied. Stroking at her hip, his thumb caught for a moment the elastic waistband of her panties, lifting it a fraction of an inch before it snapped back into place.

"Nooo..." She coyly drew the answer out, a smile, a coo. A drifting of her hand again, further inward, slowly sliding on his inner thigh. No further contact with his hardness, yet. Not quite. "Not like he's stickin' himself in me, right? It's just playin' around. Makin' people feel good." For a breath she only smiled, that sweetly beatific smile which made it plain that nothing she would ever do could possibly be wrong. Then her eyes flashed wider, the corner of her strawberry lips curving up as she observed, "You're looking again." Soft, her voice far more indulgent than accusing, pleased with her position. The question afterward was rich with expectation, with an enticing, dulcet melody. "Do you like lookin' at me, daddy?"

He didn't answer that a while. An exhalation first, slow and distant as his gaze rose up to touch on hers, as his jealous hand came higher, settled on her slender belly... "You know I do, kitten." The answer rumbled quietly, a trace reluctant still despite the straining of its need. An open secret spoken. "Hell, you been teasin' me since the day you turned thirteen."

"Mmm." God, that pleasant little hum of hers, the purr that scratched upon his want - it sang for only half a second til she giggled, turned her head aside, until instinct brought his lips amidst her golden hair, her scalp, breathing in her scent. "I didn't mean to, daddy. Mostly." Gently textured words, confession honeyed with a note again of little-girl innocence. So damned intoxicating, whether it was true or false. "Sometimes I did, I guess. When I wanted you to get me something. Or when I was mad at you. Or when I was mad at momma." Her pinkie finger grazed upon the side of his erection, an airy touch drawn lingering across its length. A whisper. "Sometimes I just wanted to find out what you would do."

"And what's the reason this time?" His mouth was close beside her ear, near enough to bite, to lick, to taste. His big hand sliding upward on the smoothness of her stomach, calloused fingers cupping at the bottom of her breast. Giving it the subtle squeeze that he'd been dreaming of for far too many years.

"I'unno." She laughed again, a moment. A husk inside it now, a little rasping of sensation. "Didn't even really have it in my head, at first." Her small hand rested fully on his manhood now, lightly grasping through the fabric of his boxers. Stroking slow and lazy as it pulsed beneath her touch, stretched and strained to fully prove its eagerness. "Maybe just cause it's so hot." Another notion teased into her tone. "Maybe it's to punish you for not gettin' that AC, and I'm just gonna stop and leave you like this."

"You ain't gonna stop," he growled back against her skin, not certain if he meant the words as a command or a prediction. Both, perhaps. The former, if the latter were to fail. "After all the times you wound me up, dancin' round here in those tiny skirts of yours, showin' off your tits in tight t-shirts..." Katie watching from the corner of her eye as his left hand slipped beneath his boxer shorts, pushed them down to arduously draw his manhood out into the open air, as hard as it had ever been. Jagged veins protruded from its side, its tip a deep and angry red, a single tear of his arousal glinting from its slitted eye. Throbbing with his heartbeat, with the pulse of madness in his chest. "...damn sure you can do the same for me as what you done for Rusty, anyhow." All that remained of his restraint was taken just to find this compromise, to put a limit on his lust as he took her hand within his own and wrapped it round the base of his erection.

"He was just my cousin, though. You're my daddy." Despite the distant note of protest in her voice, she made no effort to resist. Those delicate and slender fingers lightly closed around his cock, her thumbtip smearing idle through the bead of oily liquid on the head. Shivers of erotic feeling arcing upward through his spine, his muscles tensing as they passed. The moment lingered, languid, a cast of mischief and of contemplation in her gently lidded eyes. Watching the imposing pillar that she held within her hand, its subtle twitching in reaction to her touch, its thickness in her grasp...then suddenly her pouty mouth pulled upward to a wicked sort of grin, her gaze flashed upward to his own as she allowed the corner of those lips to brush against his sturdy chest, a quarter of a kiss. Decision catching in her throat, a playful murmur. "So you oughtta get a little more than him, I think."

Her cheek was velvet on his side, almost nuzzling as she descended, working down to horizontal on the couch. The trailing of her mouth, stopping for another kiss, her tongue emerging far enough to barely touch against his skin. On his stomach. On his lap, his pelvis, shadowed by the tower of his shaft, and he groaned from somewhere deep inside himself as she began to stroke him faster, a tease and a blessing both - for then she only had to turn her head to let her slippery and pliant lips caress upon the thickest part of his erection, to give it a slow and loving kiss as well. The efforts of her hand abandoned in exchange for a series of adoring little licks, lapping her way upward like a kitten tasting of her milk. He could only groan, clutch his fist into her golden hair as her tongue trailed around his crown, maddeningly slowly...she'd done this many times before, no doubt, no question. But whatever jealous anger knowing that inspired right now only added to his lust, his need.

"No more playin' now." Emerging as a growl as his fingers burrowed further, wrapped behind her neck. He hardly needed to have said it - even as he did, she let her full lips open wider, strawberry sweet, permitted gravity alone to drop her lower, to push his aching cock into the heaven of her mouth. A gentle suction as her tongue now flitted like a butterfly inside, painting every inch that she could reach, slippery and warm. Her head began to bob just slowly, up and down, deeper, deeper, tiny sounds of gagging from the middle of her throat as she took most of him inside, as drool escaped the pleasantly pneumatic seal of her lips and dripped amongst the tawny tangle of his pubic hair. Epithets and adulations murmured automatic, "God damn, you little slut...ohh, that's good, kitten, that's very good." His other hand behind her head, guiding her a trifle firmer downward, deeper, her hair splayed like a blanket on his lap. "Jesus, I been dreaming of this mouth of yours, don't even know how long..."

Circumstances didn't quite allow her any answer. Nothing too distinct, at least - she only could return a long, delighted hum that vibrated through his flesh, along his nerves, lashed upon his mind like electricity. A wriggle through her body, stretched out on the couch, her shapely bottom arched up tempting in the air - it wavered, tempting, driving his desire to a fever pitch even as she worked her very best to swallow him, even as her fingers rubbed between her legs. The heat and tightness of her slender throat caressing, squeezing at the throbbing tip of his erection...oh, he only wanted more, to keep her for his own, to bind her as his toy forever so that he could plumb her every depth, use her every inch, cravings of the infinite ambition that overtakes a man when in the midst of his indulgence. Already he was nearing to the edge, the madness boiling in his blood, the mindless urge for faster, harder, to bury himself in his mate and fill her with his seed...

He barely heard the sound at first. A rumble out the window, up the drive, unwelcome - seconds passed before it crossed what he had left of consciousness. The car. His wife and son, returning from their shopping trip. "Dammit." Alarm bells set to ring inside his mind...but he was too far in, too close to give this up. Instead his fingers tightened on her skull, holding her in place as he began to thrust between her saliva-coated lips, a careful jerking of his hips that swiftly turn to a jackhammer pace. "Fuck, come on..." Pounding merciless into his little girl's mouth. There wasn't time for gentleness, for care, not now - he used her like she was a toy, the squelching sounds of suction from her throat exciting and obscene. His eyes closed shut to focus on the feeling, on the release that hovered just ahead. Sensation only heightened by her brief attempt to speak, her momentary tugging of resistance, before she let herself go limp, surrender.

And then at last it was upon him, the deep and urgent tremor of that most primal satisfaction. All the years of his suppressed desires compressed into this single instant, every slim bikini clinging damply to her form, every little wiggle of her hips when she was listening to music, every hug that squeezed her buxom breasts against his skin - all of it collapsed into a single flash of feeling, a great inferno of the soul. A spasm of his muscles forced her head so far into his lap that her tiny, upturned nose was touched against his skin, his length surrounded wholly by her molten heat as it began to fire, thick and ropey salvoes of his essence painting on the inside of her throat, dripping from the corners of her mouth. One, and two and three and four barrages, weaker every time, until finally the awareness of the passing seconds in the background of his mind became louder than the instinct to remain, to savor what he'd done.

Katie came up coughing, choking as he pulled his hands away, a bubbly, translucent mess of spit and semen coated on her chin and jaw. An ambiguous expression in her eyes, pained and prideful, incongruous amidst the dampness of involuntary tears. He tried to speak something as rapture's glow began to fade, as consciousness and guilt seeped in to take its place. A word of reassurance, maybe, or apology, or even of command, watching as she gamely swallowed the deposit that he'd given her, wiped her hand across her face to try to clean the rest - but with the creak of footsteps on the patio outside, there wasn't time for any such attempt. Just a silent gaze between them, lingering a second til she turned to grab the dress she'd tossed aside before, and hurried off into the hall. Til he was left to cram himself still halfway turgid back into his boxer shorts, to look as normal as he could as the doorknob just behind him turned.



The Heat



1 

Ebony Hayes put on her best red dress revealing her bare arms and cleavage. Though she really needed to wear something casual but she was feeling free today. Very free. Besides she was not looking for a man and she knew the right place where she would have fun without being hit on. 

Ebony put on her dark red high heel shoes and special sparkling necklace even though it was not real it looked like it had value. She sprayed on some perfume and then grabbed her mini matching red purse and headed out of the apartment to take on the night. 

Rocsi Thompson looked herself in the mirror wearing a silky, sparkling, black dress. Body cleansed, hair done, and wearing her favorite color all Rocsi had to do was spray on some perfume and she headed out in her 2015 black corvette so she could take on the town. 

After she got to the bar named, "Trinity," Ebony walked in with ease. For some reason even a gay bar was courteous to women. When she went inside she saw men and a few women dancing their hearts out. It was so crowded that Ebony had to squeeze to get through. 

Her first stop was at the bar. Ebony squeezed through the people jumping to the music the DJ was playing until she finally made it to the bar. 

Relieved that she made it, Ebony stood along with other people waiting to get served. 

A big, Caucasian, blonde haired man wearing no shirt came up to Ebony. 

"What will it be?" The bartender asked. 

"Apple green martini please," Ebony responded happily. 

The bartender nodded and turned to fix Ebony her drink. When he turned around, he placed the glass with the green liquid inside on the bar right in front of her. 

"That will be five dollars," The bartender told her. 

Ebony reached into her purse and took out a twenty to give to the bartender. The bartender took it and gave her back her change. Ebony took it and placed it back in her purse and took her green martini. 

Ebony turned to the crowd of dancing people drinking her martini. She wondered what else she was going to get herself into tonight. Her questions were answered when she spotted a woman sitting at one of the tables alone. For some reason Ebony was curious about the woman and wondered if she would be interested in a friend. 

Confident that Ebony would win her over; she walked over to the table where the woman was sitting. As she got a closer look, Ebony saw that the woman was taller than her. She had long, slick black hair, dark brown eyes, and caramel like skin. 

The woman spotted Ebony coming closer to her table. She seemed to be drinking something red. 

"Yes?" The woman spoke. 

Ebony placed her glass on the table. "I'm sorry is this seat taken?" 

"Not at all," The woman answered. 

Ebony sat at the table next to the woman and reached out her hand to shake hers. 

"Ebony Hayes." 

"Rocsi," The woman said shaking Ebony's hand, "Rocsi Thompson." 

"So I guess you're here for the same reason I am?" Ebony asked with a smile. 

Rocsi took a sip of her mysterious drink and placed it down on the table facing Ebony. Ebony could see that Rocsi had a sort of cool towards her. A look that suggested she had a sense of attitude Ebony admired. 

"What reason is that?" Rocsi asked. 

"That even though you are surrounded with wonderful people, you are not interested in meeting anyone. Your just here to drink and unwind." 

Rocsi took another sip of her drink and placed it down on the table facing Ebony. "That's not all true. I'm talking to you." 

"Well, that's different," Ebony said. 

"Oh really, how is that?" Rocsi asked. 

"I'm unique." 

"Oh," Rocsi said, "and how is that?" 

Ebony thought about it and looked at Rocsi with a timid smile. "I'm pretty, sexy, smart, educated, and I'm a people person." 

"Is that all?" 

Ebony took a strong sip of her martini and placed it down on the table. "Is there anything else? What about you, what makes you unique?" 

"A lot of things." 

Ebony knew that this woman was going to be hard one to crack, but did not let her smart antics detour her. "Something tells me there is something different about you." 

"Oh really, how," Rocsi asked. 

Ebony looked Rocsi up and down and back up at her face. 

"What?" Rocsi asked noticing Ebony's stare. 

"Your face structure is feminine but strong, your breasts seem real but they seem like they don't belong to you. Not naturally at least. I'm guessing you are transsexual? Transgender?" 

"You got all that by looking at me?" Rocsi retorted. 

"Plus your size was a dead giveaway." 

Rocsi took one look at Ebony and cracked a smile chuckling. "Are you a nurse or something?" 

"In training," Ebony answered, "hoping to be a doctor in a few years or so." 

"Really, what kind?" 

"Possibly a surgeon, I don't know, I haven't figured that part out yet." 

"Well whatever you want to be, I hope you get there." 

Ebony held up her glass to bump Rocsi's with a strong ding. "Here, here." 

And they both drank there drinks. 

"Would you do me the honor of a dance?" Ebony asked reaching out her hand. 

Rocsi took one last drink and placed it on the table. Then she took Ebony's hand in her own. "Don't mind if I do." 

Both women led each other out in the crowd still holding hands so neither of them would get lost. The two began dancing together in a sexually manner with Ebony backing her behind up against Rocsi and Rocsi taking her hands in hers as if the two were a romantic couple. Together they both felt like they owned the night. 

2 

The time was closer to five and the party was about to wine down. Ebony and Rocsi walked out of the club laughing hysterically. Ebony did not know about Rocsi, but she was drunk. How drunk she did not know neither did she care. All she cared about was meeting and getting a new friend and possibly more and having some fun. 

"Where are we going?" Ebony asked. 

"To my car," Rocsi answered. 

"Oh really, what do you drive?" 

"A 2015 black corvette," Rocsi answered. 

"Damn girl, you got money like that?" 

"Among other things," Rocsi said. 

The women almost made it to Rocsi's car until Rocsi looked up and stopped in her tracks. 

"What," Ebony asked noticing that they stopped, "what's wrong?" 

"Trouble." 

Ebony turned to what Rocsi was staring at. A tall dark skin man standing in front of them and he look menacing. 

"I think we better take a shortcut to my car," Rocsi suggested. 

"I think your right," Ebony agreed. 

Ebony and Rocsi turned around to walk fast the other way, but they were stopped by a Caucasian man wearing a red shirt, blue denim vest, with tattoos up and down his arms. He too looked menacing. 

"I don't think these guys are just passing by?" Ebony said starting to feel fear in her mind and body. 

"Your right, there not," Rocsi corrected. 

Both men started walking towards Ebony and Rocsi. Ebony reached in her purse frightened. Rocsi just stood there sternly as if the situation was not a big deal. 

"Heh," the black bald headed man yelled," look what we have here G?" 

"Yeah," The white man said wearing the blue vest," two fine ass bitches who just happen to walk our way. Lucky us huh?" 

"If I were the both of you," Rocsi spoke, "you and your buddy would turn around and go on about your business." 

"Well you're not us," The black man retorted whipping out a switchblade, "so you can come with us willingly or do we have to do this the hard way?" 

"What the hell do you two want with us?" Ebony asked hysterical this time. 

"What the fuck you think bitch," The white thug asked sarcastically. 

Ebony yelped when she felt two strong hands grab her arms from behind. She could of swore the man wasn't that close. 

Rocsi saw that Ebony was being held captive by the black thug and turned to the white one. For some reason the tall light skinned transgender African American woman did not seem scared or intimidated by the two thugs. She just stood there calmly.  

Unafraid, the white thug walked up close to Rocsi ready to grab her. But Rocsi was prepared before the thug ever got to close. 

Rocsi quickly kicked the thug in the stomach as hard as she could making the white thug bend over. When the irritated thug jumped up to throw a punch at her, Rocsi ducked and dodged out of the way until they both were on opposite sides. Then the thug tried to throw another punch at Rocsi again only to miss her by a few inches. 

"Come on man," The black thug holding Ebony urged his friend on, "stop wast'in time and get her ass!" 

While Rocsi stood confidently staring at the white thug as if waiting for another attack, the thug ran forward trying to grab her below trying to sweep her off her feet. Again his plan was foiled when Rocsi jumped out of the way and knelt sideways sticking her leg out making the thug trip on her foot. The white thug fell flat on his face on the concrete. 

Rocsi stood up looking down at the pathetic white thug shaking her head as if feeling sorry for the man. "You had enough yet?" 

The thug got back up on his hands and feet and gave Rocsi a strong stare with murder in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and took out a flip switchblade and pointed it at her. "Okay you tall He-Man looking bitch. Let's see you dodge this!" 

Held captive and with a switchblade held to her throat, Ebony could not do anything except watch as her new friend was going to be sliced to death. 

"What, you think that's going to do something?" Rocsi taunted. 

"It'll cut you down to size," The white thug threatened, "excuse the pun." 

"Then come bring it," Rocsi dared him. 

The white thug swung the blade at Rocsi, but she backed away missing her by inches. The thug swung again, this time at her gut. Again, Rocsi dodged it by bending over and backing her gut. The thug had enough with playing games and decided to run up on Rocsi and give her one quick stab. But Rocsi caught his wrist in her hands and twisted it so hard it made the white thug cry out in pain. Still twisting his arm, Rocsi turned his arm up in the air making the white man turn with it. Still holding onto the blade, Rocsi twisted his wrist along with his hand making him stab himself in the left side of his back just missing his spine by inches. 

Ebony was relieved that Rocsi knew some sort of self-defense. Watching Rocsi take care of the white thug herself made her forget all about the black one behind her holding the switchblade to her throat. 

Rocsi let go of the white thug and he fell to the concrete moaning in agony. Rocsi faced the other one holding her new friend with his switchblade to her throat. "You better put that down and run off if you know what's good for you." 

The black thug cracked a wide smile chuckling. Rocsi found his expression creepy and puzzling. After the job she did on his friend she would think the other one holding Ebony hostage would put away his blade and run back into the darkness he came from. Instead he is laughing? 

"What's so funny?" Rocsi asked getting irritated that the thug was not paying attention when she manhandled his friend. 

"You bitch," The black thug answered crudely, "to think that this shit is over." 

Rocsi didn't know what the hell that meant, but she knew that she was about to make him drop the blade in a heartbeat. But something was wrong. She looked on the face of Ebony and her eyes opened wide, but not at her. It was something she saw from behind. 

Rocsi slowly turned around to see the white thug standing up on his own two feet. Rocsi could have sworn she made him stab himself in the back. Did she miss or something? Or does this fool have a strong pain threshold? 

Rocsi looked down to see the blade still stuck in his side. "Well aren't you resilient." 

The white thug showed Rocsi his baleful smile she did not like. He too started chuckling which concerned Rocsi since he should be in pain. Then she saw something from his left side that made her eyes widen. 

The white thug's left side seemed to be growing and at an accelerated rate. It grew into a muscle but then the muscle began to tear revealing the red muscle and that tore revealing another muscle, but this one was dark blue. Ebony and Rocsi watched in shock as the man Rocsi took down the first time was turning himself into a half man half monster! 

Rocsi thought it was done with its transformation until they saw three white and sharp claws protrude out of the hand! 

"What the fuck?!" Ebony cried still trying to fathom what was going on. 

The thug monster did not waste any time. After its transformation was complete, the mutated thug reached out its mutated arm and to Ebony and Rocsi's surprise, stretched far enough to stab Rocsi. But Rocsi quickly snapped out of her shock to dodge the mutated arm. 

Ebony wanted to scream for help but the black thug (Who possibly isn't human himself) still held the blade to her throat. 

The monster thug tried to swipe at Rocsi again but she dodged that one too. 

Ebony watched worried that Rocsi was not trained in any self-defense for this. Hell not even Bruce Lee would be prepared for this. 

Getting tired of playing with the man beast, Rocsi reached under her dress and pulled out her mini gun. She pointed the gun at the thug monster and fired. The bullet hit him straight in its forehead. 

The thug monster took one look at Rocsi and collapsed on the concrete. Ebony, Rocsi, and the other thug holding Ebony watched as the half human half beast began bubbling up as if boiling and then dissolve in the ground into nothing. 

"The fuck?!" Ebony whispered. 

It was already impressive that Rocsi took care of the beast herself, but for that thing to exist at all was beyond Ebony's imagination. 

Rocsi, on the other hand, turned towards the black thug and his captive, Ebony. To both of their surprise Rocsi didn't look at all affected by what she just witnessed. 

"Now," Rocsi spoke walking towards the both of them, "let her go or you're going to end up like your friend." 

The black thug held the switchblade to Ebony's throat even closer. "Bitch, fuck you!" 

Rocsi knew he was about to slit Ebony's throat, so she did the only thing she could do. 

The thug and Ebony watched in shock again as they both witnessed Rocsi's iris turn bright red. Both of them did not know what was going to happen and the thug was about to slit Ebony's throat until he started feeling heat from the steel switchblade. 

"What da fuck?!" The thug cried as the heat from the steel began to get hotter and hotter causing it to burn the flesh on the thug's hand. 

He quickly dropped the switchblade on the ground and finally let Ebony go. Not wasting anytime, Ebony ran towards her savior and hid behind her hoping she would do whatever she did to the knife on him. 

"Man fuck you bitches!" The black thug yelled and turn to run the other way. 

Eyes going back to normal, Rocsi turned to Ebony who came out of hiding. "Are you okay?" 

Ebony took one look at Rocsi and fainted. 

3 

Ebony woke and sat up in bed gasping as she looked around to see if she was still on the street. Instead she found herself in bed, a comfortable one at that, and looked around to find out she was in a room. Who's room she had no idea. 

The scent in the room was rather refreshing. A sort of lavender scent, better than it was on the street. 

Ebony got out of bed and walked to the door. When she opened it a strong scent engulfed her nose. It was something strong but delicious and made her stomach growl. She recognized the smell right off. Someone was cooking breakfast. 

Ebony followed the scent down the hall where she passed another room and into the dining room where there was a kitchen. And in that kitchen was Rocsi stirring some scrambled eggs in a frying pan. 

Rocsi turned around to see the confused Ebony looking around as if she just magically appeared in the apartment. 

"Where am I?" Ebony asked. 

"You're in my apartment," Rocsi answered, "welcome to my hobble home. Sit down, I fixed you some breakfast." 

Still confused Ebony walked over to the table and sat down in a chair. "How did I get here?" 

"You mean you don't remember?" Rocsi asked hoping the answer was yes. 

"A little," Ebony answered, "I think I had a little too much to drink?" 

"So you don't remember what happened last night?" 

Ebony thought about it. She remembered leaving the gay bar at night, walking down the street, and then running into two thugs. Suddenly her eyes opened wide and gasped. "Those two men that tried to jump us on the street?" 

"Is that all you remember?" Rocsi asked as if making sure Ebony got all the details. 

"I was being held by the black dude with a knife and you were fighting the other one. I think you won?" Then a memory started flooding back into Ebony's mind and her eyes opened wider than before. "Didn't that dude melt or something?!" 

"Indeed he did," Rocsi answered. 

"What the...," Ebony stopped her sentence as more memories started popping up, "wait a minute, didn't your eyes glow red when that dude was holding me with the knife?" 

Rocsi put the plate of eggs, bacon, and toast with a glass of orange juice in front of Ebony. "Indeed I did." 

Now everything was coming into place. Ebony started to remember every detail. Even the part where the thug dropped his weapon screaming as Rocsi stared hard at him with those rings of fire in her eyes. 

"Okay," Ebony said trying to understand, "what's going on?" 

"What do you mean?" Rocsi asked. 

"I mean what's with the flaming eyes?" 

Rocsi put her breakfast plate and glass of orange juice on the table in front of her and sat across from Ebony. "The situation is a little more...complicated." 

"No shit," Ebony said, "but that still doesn't explain what I saw from you and those two men." 

"Eat your breakfast," Rocsi said. 

"Look either you tell me what the hell is going on or..." 

"Eat, your breakfast," Rosci said again but this time it was more of a demand. 

Ebony sighed and picked up her fork and dug into her food. She wanted to finish her breakfast hoping that Rocsi tell her the truth of what those two men are and what she is. 

After finishing her breakfast, Ebony pushed her plate forward and looked Rocsi in her eyes. "Okay, I'm finished. Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on now?" 

Rocsi poked a scrambled egg and put it in her mouth. "You promise you won't freak out?" 

Ebony gave Rocsi a look that said, try me. Rocsi shrugged and decided to tell her the truth. 

"In your world there is your world. In mine there are three," Rocsi began. 

Ebony looked at Rocsi showing her how confused she was hearing that. 

Rocsi continued to explain. "There is your world, my world, and the world that tried to kill us last night." 

"And what world are you from?" Ebony asked wondering what in the hell Rocsi was talking about. 

"A world where we like to live in peace. A place where we do no harm and try to blend in with mankind no matter how ignorant it maybe." 

"So you are an alien or something?" Ebony asked. 

Rocsi shrugged her shoulders. "You can say that, but not quite." 

"So what do you mean?" 

"We live on the same world, but different universe. The same as those two knuckle heads that tried to rape and kill us last night." 

Ebony was not sure if she was asking the right questions, but decided to give it a shot anyway. "So what you telling me is that you guys are from different dimension or something?" 

"Something like that yes." 

Ebony had to take a minute to adjust to all this. "So you are from a different dimension? What is this, "World," you come from?" 

"It's called many things but we refer to it as The Rainbow." 

Ebony's eyes widened. "The Rainbow, seriously?" 

"I know it sounds a little dubious, but there is no other explanation of what it's called. Trust me, if you ever see it, you would understand." 




The Heat



"So you were not born from any original family?" Ebony asked. 

"No I'm afraid not." 

"And you are not transgender?" 

"Oh that I am." 

Now Ebony was back to her confusion. "How does that work?" 

"See we started out as a force without a mind or a body. When we came into your world and started to form. The only problem was we didn't know which body to choose, man or woman." 

"So you choose both?" Ebony asked still finding Rocsi's explanation unbelievable. 

"Exactly," Rocsi answered calmly. 

"You said we, so there are more of you?" 

"Yes," Rocsi answered. 

"What about that thing you did, you know with your eyes. Can the rest of your kind do that two?" 

"Yes and no," Rocsi answered again confusing Ebony even more. 

"I don't understand," Ebony admitted. 

"Many of my kind have special gifts, but not all of them are the same. Some control fire, others control ice, sometimes both." 

"And what do you do?" Ebony asked now getting curious. 

"My ability is thermal energy," Rocsi answered. 

"What does that do?" Ebony asked. 

"I can make anything to a hundred degrees or more just by using my mind." 

Ebony's eyes widened in surprise, but then she thought about it. Last night when the thug held her with switchblade. Rocsi's glowing red eyes and the way the man screamed as he dropped his weapon as if he had been stabbed himself. 

"Wow," Ebony spoke trying to take all this information at once. 

"I know it's a lot to take in," Rocsi said. 

"That's an understatement," Ebony said, "so if you are from The Rainbow then who were those guys that almost raped and killed us last night?" 

"That's the third world I was talking about," Rocsi answered, "they are from another dimension, I guess you would call it, called The Black World. They didn't form like us." 

"So what you're saying is they didn't mix up their bodies like you guys did. They are either a man or a woman?" Ebony put it together. 

"Yes." 

"So how do you explain that shit with the arm last night?" 

"They have different defense mechanisms than we do. They are like shapeshifters in a way. They change form when they are injured or by will alone. We call them Shadow Men because they hide in their human form." 

Ebony just threw her hands up. "I can't believe this is happening." 

"I know this is not what you expected when we first met, but everything I'm telling you is the truth." Rocsi told her. 

"I know, but it's just a lot to take in that's all," Ebony explained, "super human transgender people, monsters in disguise as us, I mean this is like something out of a sci-fi movie." 

Rocsi chuckled. 

"Oh thanks," Ebony said sarcastically, "I'm glad you find all this amusing." 

Rocsi just took one look at Ebony and smiled. 

"What?" Ebony asked noticing the look and smile. 

"You look cute when you are confused you know that?" Rocsi answered. 

Ebony took one questionable look at Rocsi and they both burst out laughing. 

4 

After explaining to Ebony who Rocsi was and the two thugs, Rocsi drove Ebony home. Ebony got out of the car and started heading for her apartment door. Rocsi got out of the driver's seat and followed Ebony right behind her. 

"You don't have to do that you know?" Ebony told her. 

"What?" 

"Walk me to my apartment." 

"After what we been through I think you can make an exception," Rocsi pointed out. 

Ebony just shrugged and walked to her apartment door. She took out her keys and opened her door. She turned around to look at Rocsi who was about to leave. 

"Wait a minute," Ebony said making Rocsi turn back to her, "would you like to come in." 

"Are you sure?" Rocsi asked even though she knew Ebony was going to say yes. 

"Well I saw your apartment. It's only fair if you see mine," Ebony excused. 

Rocsi looked Ebony up and down as if thinking hard about it. But walked up to the apartment door anyway. Ebony stepped aside letting Rocsi in. 

"So what do you think?" Ebony asked. 

"Pretty nice," Rocsi answered, "but I would like to get the tour." 

Ebony closed the door smiling. "Don't mind if I do." 

Ebony led the way as Rocsi followed. "This is the kitchen," Ebony pointed to the right then she turned to the left, "and this is the living room." 

Ebony could see Rocsi looking around. 

"I know it's not much to look at," Ebony said feeling a little small compared to Rocsi's apartment. 

"Not at all," Rocsi said, "where is your bedroom?" 

Ebony looked at Rocsi surprised at how bold she was. "This way." 

Rocsi followed Ebony while staring hard at her backside. 

Ebony entered into her room and turned to Rocsi. She didn't show it but her heart was beating rapidly. Probably because she had a feeling of what was going to happen soon as they entered the room. 

"And here we are?" Ebony announced. 

Rocsi looked at the comfortable bed and placed her fingers on the soft covers. "Very nice." 

"Thank you. I try." 

"So what else do you do in the bedroom?" Rocsi asked. 

Ebony was taken aback by the question. "Excuse me?" 

Rocsi walked over to Ebony slowly and Ebony backed up until she was against the wall. 

"I think you heard me," Rocsi demanded though it sounded and looked seductive than an order, "what else do you do in here?" 

"I...I don't know," Ebony admitted. 

"Well there is got to be a reason why you invited me in and led me to your bedroom." Rocsi pointed out. 

Ebony didn't know what to think. Her heart was beating faster than before, but was too nervous and numb to feel it. She just kept her eyes on Rocsi who was close enough that she may do something. And the strange thing is, Ebony was hoping she would. 

Ebony cleared her throat so she could come up with an excuse. "I...I think you got the wrong idea?" 

"Do I?" Rocsi asked staring down hard at her with her seductive eyes. 

Suddenly Rocsi took Ebony's hand. 

"What are you doing?" Ebony asked confused. 

Rocsi placed her hand on the center of her chest. "You feel that? My heart is beating fast too." Then Rocsi lowered Ebony's hand down between her thighs. "I'm also hard." 

Ebony looked up at Rocsi wide eyed. Rocsi lowered herself ready to kiss Ebony who wanted her to kiss her so badly. But then pushed her lightly back. 

"What, what is it?" Rocsi asked hoping Ebony did not change her mind. 

"I'm sorry, it's not you," Ebony admitted, "it's just that if we are really going to do this, than I need to take a shower first." 

Rocsi smirked. "Is that it?" 

Ebony looked at Rocsi as if she couldn't believe she said that. "What, you people don't take showers from where you're from?" 

Rocsi's smirked widened to a sly smile. "Smartass." 

Rocsi reached under cupping her waist and legs in her arms and lifting her off the floor. "Show me where." 

Impressed but not surprised of her strength, Ebony pointed out the door. "It's just down the hall to your right." 

With that said, both women pressed their lips together giving each other strong and passionate kisses. As Rocsi carried Ebony down the hall heading to the bathroom, Ebony could not think of how her inner mind, body, and soul was set on fire from the passion she was feeling now. If it was one of Rocsi's super powers, then she didn't want it to stop. Not for anything. 

After entering the bathroom, Rocsi put Ebony down and she headed to the bathtub to turn on the shower. When she turned around Rocsi was already undressing revealing her black bra and panties. 

Ebony couldn't help but stare at Rocsi's tall and fit body. She had feminine arms but a rock hard stomach. Ebony could see her abs without Rocsi flexing. 

Rocsi reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra dropping it to the floor. Ebony's eyes widened impressed on how her big torpedo shaped breasts were well formed and leveled symmetrically to each other. 

Ebony walked up to Rocsi mesmerized by her perfect breasts. She raised both hands to engulf Rocsi's balloons in the palm of Ebony's hands. 

Rocsi looked down with a smirk on her face. "It seems you like what you see I take it?" 

Ebony didn't say a word. She continued playing with Rocsi's breasts starting with licking the tip of the almond colored nipple circling her areola with her wet tongue before engulfing the whole thing in her mouth. Then she did the same with the other. 

Ebony looked up at Rocsi who looked down at her sternly. Ebony didn't know if Rocsi's stern demeanor was caused because she was licking or sucking her wrong or deep inside she was enjoying it, it was just hard to tell on the outside. 

Rocsi took off Ebony's shirt revealing her red bra. Without Rocsi's help, Ebony reached behind and unsnapped her bra dropping it to the floor. Rocsi stared hard at Ebony's breasts cupping both of them in the palm of her hands. Then bending forward to take one in her mouth. Rocsi heard Ebony moan erotically as she continued to lick and suck on her hard nipple. Rocsi let go of Ebony's right breast and then did the served the same treatment to her other breast. 

Ebony lightly pushed Rocsi back. "I want to see it?" 

Rocsi didn't need to ask to know what Ebony was talking about. She stepped back an inch away from Ebony and pulled her black panties down. After standing back up, Rocsi gave Ebony a full view of her body. Down between Rocsi's thick thighs was the long nine in a half inch member. It was flaccid but Ebony could tell if she made it hard enough that it was bigger than what it seems. 

"Satisfied?" Rocsi asked. 

Ebony nodded. "Certainly." 

Ebony bent down to pull down her red panties and stepped out of them. Both women stood naked in front of each other waiting for one of them to make their move. 

"So what now?" Ebony asked showing Rocsi her sexy pose. 

Rocsi walked up to Ebony as if going to kiss her again. Instead she pulled back the curtains to the shower and stepped in letting the warm water splash all over her body. 

Rocsi looked at Ebony wondering what she was doing. "Well, are you going to just stand there and look or are you going to join me?" 

Ebony flashed a wide smile as she stepped into the shower pulling the curtains closed to cover themselves while they both were in the shower. 

As the warm water splashed on both of their bodies, Ebony and Rocsi felt each other up. Getting closer to Ebony, Rocsi gave her a strong wet kiss on the lips and Ebony returned the favor. Their breasts rubbing up against each other causing all the nerves in both their bodies to awaken. But what Ebony was really interested in was what was down below. 

Ebony looked down at Rocsi's long penis and back up at her as if giving her the signal that she was about to go for it. 

"You sure?" Rocsi asked knowing what Ebony was about to do. 

Ebony slowly got down on her knees, the water now spraying on the back of her hair. She took the thick flaccid penis in the palm of her hand and stroked it slowly. Ebony could feel the thick long member getting hard as if awakening from a long sleep. As Ebony stroked she couldn't help but stare at how long and hard it was. Now ten inches and turned into a dick, Ebony opened her lips and welcome the member deep inside the cave of her mouth. But Ebony didn't go deep at first. She took in the thick, pulpous, head licking around it and putting it in her mouth sucking it slowly. She felt the head grow every time her tongue touched it. She knew that she was not skilled enough to take the whole thing into her mouth so she reached under and cupped Rocsi's scrotum between her fingers lightly squeezing and massaging them. Hearing Rocsi grunt and not stopping her made Ebony think she was doing something right. 

Rocsi reached down and pulled Ebony back on her wet feet. 

"What," Ebony asked hoping Rocsi did not want this to end, "what's wrong?" 

Rocsi lightly pushed Ebony up against the wall staring down at her sternly. She kissed Ebony hard on the lips letting her tongue protrude into her mouth to play with hers. Rocsi cupped Ebony's left breast in her hand squeezing as hard as she could and sucking on it at the same time. Her tongue circled around the hard nipple making Ebony moan erotically. Then Rocsi did the same to the other breast. After finishing playing with both breasts, Rocsi kissed Ebony down to her flat stomach until her head was between her thighs. Ebony spread open her legs welcoming Rocsi between her wet thighs and pussy. With her tongue Rocsi licked and used her lips to suck on the clitoris making the stub wet and hard. Rocsi placed one finger inside between Ebony's pussy lips plunging it in and out making Ebony gasp and moan even harder. 

"I'm...cumming!" Ebony warned. 

But Rocsi continued to play with her pussy over and over until Ebony cried feeling her insides break and the fluids flowing out of her body and onto Rocsi's tongue and lips. 

Rocsi stood back up kissing Ebony again. "Wash up good," Rocsi ordered, "we're not through yet." 

Ebony smiled knowing what was going to happen after they stepped out of the shower. 

Ebony was pushed onto the bed while Rocsi climbed on top of her both still naked after getting out of the shower. Rocsi pressed her body up against Ebony's both their breasts mushed up against each other causing both their nerves to awaken. 

Ebony opened her legs wider signaling to Rocsi to enter. Rocsi positioned her dick between Ebony's pussy lips head first. Taking her sweet time, Rocsi pushed in letting the head enter inside Ebony's pussy making her gasp. Taking her time, Rocsi pushed in further letting Ebony's pussy to take in half of her hard cock. 

Ebony held onto Rocsi for dear life knowing that her penetration was not over. With one last push, Rocsi entered all the way into Ebony making her arch her back and gasp. 

Ebony has had many sexual encounters in the past, but none of them has made her feel the way Rocsi has. It was like she was experiencing something bigger than the men in her life. 

"Are you okay Ebony?" Rosci asked loving the look of surprise on Ebony's face. 

Ebony nodded breathing hard from the sudden impact. "Yes, don't stop." 

Rocsi smiled delightedly pulling out of Ebony halfway and shoving herself back into her causing a strong jolt to hit her pleasurably. Rocsi repeatedly shoved her ten inch hard cock in and out of Ebony with such force that her soft moans were turning into strong gasps. 

Rosci turned the tables where Ebony was on top of her impaling herself on her dick over and over while holding onto Rocsi's breasts as if keeping herself from falling off. Again Ebony came feeling all the fluids escape her body and onto Rocsi's hard dick. 

Rocsi flipped Ebony back on her back still fucking her until she felt her testes begin to build up rumbling fire. With one last thrust, Rosci paced herself as her balls erupted and the fluids flowed through the shaft. Rosci tried to pull out but Ebony used her fingers to pull her penis back in. She wanted to know what it was like to feel her cum inside her. 

"Are you sure?" Rocsi asked calmly. 

Ebony nodded. "Please." 

Rocsi did what Ebony begged and shot inside her causing her to gasp erotically. 

Rocsi looked down at Ebony staring into her dark brown eyes. "Are you okay?" 

Ebony nodded as she laid her head back exhausted. Rocsi leaned in to give her one strong kiss before they both went to sleep for the rest of the day. 

5 

Ebony opened the door for Rocsi to step out, but before she left she turned around to face her new lover. 

"So what do you think?" Rocsi asked confident enough that she already knew the answer. 

Ebony gave Rocsi a strong smile. "I think I'm going to have dreams about you for days." 

Smile widening, Rocsi leaned over to give Ebony a strong kiss on the lips one last time. "Let's hope we see each other again before those days are up." 

"I got your number," Ebony assured. 

With that said, Ebony slowly closed the door not keeping her eyes off Rocsi as if watching her go was going to be the last thing she ever see of her new lover. 

After she closed the door all the way, Ebony turned around and leaned her back on the door sighing. For the first two days she has been through a sci-fi like sexual adventure. She was saved by a transgender superhero from two mutated thugs, fucked out of her mind by the transgender (Though Ebony did not know if it was Rocsi's natural abilities or something else), and now she was sore to the bone. Her legs felt so weak she thought they would sink to the floor. What a day. 

Ebony was going to go back to the bathroom to clean up (Even though she didn't want the feeling and scent of her new lover to wash off her) so she would get ready for her boring life to begin. She was so caught up in the sci-fi romp that she forgot she had to work tonight at the hospital. 

Before she headed to the bathroom, Ebony heard a knock on her door. Ebony thought it was strange since Rocsi just left. Did she come back for round two? She better not. Much as Ebony did not want to be disappointed, she was not going to give it up for a second round. 

Ebony turned around and opened the door. "You forgot something...?" Ebony's smile turned into a question mark as she stared hard at the stranger in front of her. "I'm sorry, do you need something?" 

Rocsi returned back to her apartment relieved that the whole day was over. She dropped her purse on the couch and headed to the kitchen to fix her up some scotch. Her plans of relaxation came to an end when Rocsi heard a knock at the door. 

Sighing tiredly, Rocsi walked to the door and opened it to see nobody was there. Then she happened to look down to see a CD in a clear case that read, "PLAY ME". 

Rocsi picked up the disc looking around again to see if she missed anybody and shut the door and locked it. Rocsi went to her television and turned it on. Then she pressed the power button on the remote to open her DVD player and placed the CD inside. After the DVD player swallowed the CD it automatically played. 

The television switched onto a site where a group of naked men were surrounding a naked African American woman on a couch. At first Rocsi thought the CD was left at her doorstep by mistake. It looked nothing more than some cheesy porn. But whoever was holding the camera zoomed in on the woman's face and Rocsi's eyes widened in shock and anger. 

It was Ebony Hayes! One man was down on his knees eating her out while there were others feeling on her body and masturbating at the same time as if preparing before she wakes up. And by the look on the video she was unaware or passed out on the couch unable to give consent to any of this. 

Rocsi heard chuckling in the video but did not see any men laughing or making such noise. And the chuckling didn't seem masculine either. 

"You see this bitch?" The feminine voice spoke probably the one holding the camera. "Your girl here about to get a nasty surprise when she wakes up. That's if you get here on time. The street is Fifth Avenue and Lexine at an old run down building. You can't miss it." More chuckling and laughter as she zoomed in on a black naked thug playing with himself. "Oh and hurry as fast as you can," The mystery woman ordered, "matter fact, take your time. We would love to have some fun with her first before you get here." 

The CD stopped and the DVD player opened up revealing the finished porn threat. 

Rocsi's eyes almost turned red and she gripped the remote so hard that she thought she was going to crush it with her bare hand. 

If this was retaliation from killing one of those thugs from The Black World, wouldn't it be stupid enough to bait her in saving the one she loved? 

Rosci dropped the remote and wrote down the address on where the trap was set. She had no other choice. She couldn't go to the police she knew that. Which means she had to take matters into her own hands, but this time it was at the cost of a lot of bodies. 




The Heat



6 

Rocsi made it to the place where the mystery woman ordered her to go. Rocsi parked in a dark alley where no one would be suspicious or try to break in, but figured that would be highly unlikely. 

Rocsi may have the power to turn humans and non into dust, but that didn't mean she was going to go in there empty handed. She walked around her black corvette and opened the trunk. She unzipped the floor and opened it revealing what was underneath. 

Rocsi took out two mini double barrel shotguns and placed them in the back of her holster. She took out two glots and checked the magazines to make sure they were full and placed them in her side holsters. She took a mini handgun and put it in the holster on her thigh. It wasn't much but in case she ran out of bullets. That was her last resort of getting out alive. Rocsi grabbed a belt full of shotgun shells and stuffed a couple of glot magazines into her pocket for extra ammo. Last but not least, Rocsi took out her own switchblade and placed it on the outside of her left thigh. 

The last thing she did was put on a long black drench coat over her body covering every surprise she had instore for whoever thought it was smart to take her Ebony away from her like that. 

Rocsi walked up to the strange abandoned mansion that looked more like a cathedral than a rundown house. 

Rosci took out her glot handgun and opened the door silently. Either this place was abandoned and nobody bothered to lock or nail the door shut from the outside world or Rosci was at the right place at the right time and they were expecting her to come in. The problem was her invitation was not going to be a happy one. 

Rosci walked through the tall, wide, mansion looking at how dark it was. Lucky for her, her thermal heating also came with a pair of heat sensory so she could see the body heat of the poor bastard that helped stole Ebony away from her. 

Rocsi quickly turned at the sound of wind blowing and at a rapid pace to her left. Pointing the gun to her left Rocsi saw there was nobody there. Then another gust of wind hit Rocsi on her right letting her know someone or something just passed her with unnatural speed. Rocsi knew by pointing the gun that she was not alone in the scary building. 

Rocsi knew that she was not alone in the building and whoever was racing passed her was toying with her mind. 

Rocsi used her thermal imaging to see if there was any warm blooded creatures roaming the area. But all she saw were cold spots. 

Suddenly, something grabbed Rocsi from behind holding onto her left wrist with the gun while wrapping his or her arm around her neck. By the way Rocsi could feel the person's masculinity strengthening with each struggle; she could tell it was a male. A strong male at that. 

Rosci looked ahead to see a tall man walking towards them or her. 

"Hey Eddie," The man holding onto Rocsi spoke, "guess what dog, I got one." 

"I see that," Eddie spoke playing with his belt buckle, "So when are you going to make her drop that thing so we can have some real fun?" 

Rocsi was not going to allow them to experience whatever that was. She forced the man holding her to turn them around and made him put her up against the wall. But before Rocsi was slammed into the wall face first, she lifted both feet up in the air and skillfully ran up the wall and over the man's body ending up behind him. 

"What da hell?!" The surprised thug spat. 

This time Rocsi had her arm wrapped tightly around his neck with the gun pointed at his temple. She turned him around to face Eddie who paused because he did not know what was happening. 

"Get back!" Rocsi demanded pointing the gun directly at Eddie. 

Eddie just smiled and kept coming. Not giving him a warning Rocsi fired off her glot shooting him directly at his knee caps. Eddie fell to his knees laughing. 

"You a stupid bitch, you know dat?" The man Rocsi was holding told her crudely. 

Hating a man for calling her that in the first place, Rocsi pointed the gun at the man's temple. "So what does this make you?" And pulled the trigger shooting the man in his temple point blank killing him dead. 

"Bitch," Eddie spoke with a creepy smile, "you shouldn't have done that." 

With that said, Eddie started seizing his legs growing massively until muscle after muscle tore making him reach the ceiling. He had no feet as well as legs and what looked like pinkish red tentacles flowing in and out of the legs. 

Rocsi just stood there looking up at him unfazed by the transformation. "What, is that supposed to do something?" 

Rocsi's eyes focused on the legs and her iris around the pupil turned hot red. 

As the monster legged Eddie was about to race over to kick Rocsi, he stopped in his tracks feeling something bubbling up in its legs. But it was burning at the same time. 

"Hey," Eddie called, "what the hell is happening?!" 

"What do you think is happening?" Rocsi asked in a smartass way. 

Suddenly Eddie's legs began to boil with splinters after splinters popping out of its legs causing the tentacles to go flailing everywhere. 

"Bitch," Eddie screamed in pain, "stop it, this shit hurts!" 

"That's the point dumbass!" Rocsi shot back. 

Eddie's legs began to set on fire spreading throughout his body. As Eddie screamed he ran through the room and busted through the wall until he was outside screaming while in flames. 

Rocsi's eyes returned back to normal. She didn't bother chasing after the thing knowing that the flames were going to engulf the thing into ashes. 

She took out another glot and continued down the hall and up a big case of marbled steps hoping to find Ebony before she ran into any more surprises. 

7 

Rocsi carefully stepped up the marbled steps holding her two handguns. In front of her there was a red curtain in place of a door. Rocsi carefully pulled aside the curtain with her right gun and slowly entered into the room. There were several rotten wooden benches on each side. Up ahead there was podium and on the podium was a woman Rocsi recognized all too well. 

"Ebony," Rocsi called in a low tone. 

Rocsi quickly walked up to the woman lying on the podium with her eyes closed. With all the commotion downstairs, it was amazing Ebony did not wake up. The only solution is that she was drugged and positioned in here for her. 

Rocsi took one look around just to make sure no one was watching or interfere. She leaned over Ebony so she was close enough to hear her. "Ebony," Rocsi whispered, "Ebony wake up." 

The sound of Rocsi's voice was not enough to wake Ebony, so she gave her a light push on her shoulder. "Ebony, wake up now!" 

Rocsi heard low moaning coming out of Ebony's mouth. 

"Ebony, come on girl get up!" Rocsi rushed as she couldn't keep her eyes off of the entry ways to the side and the way they came in. 

"R...Rocsi?" Ebony asked feeling dreary. 

"The one and only," Rocsi said helping Ebony sit up. 

"W...what happened?" Ebony asked feeling the side of her head hoping that will stop the constant blurry pounding. 

"Do you know where you are?" Rocsi asked not really concerned about how Ebony got here. 

"I was in my apartment when I got a knock at the door," Ebony explained, "I think I opened it because I thought it was you." 

"Do you know the person who took you?" Rocsi asked concerned. 

"I don't know," Ebony answered truthfully, "there was a tall, pretty, woman at the door when I opened it. Everything is black from there." Ebony looked around trying to find out where she was. "Where are we?" 

"I don't know, "Rocsi admitted, "but they took you here for one main reason." 

Rocsi took off her black jacket and placed it around Ebony's cold shoulders. 

"Come on," Rocsi continued, "let's get the hell out of here before there are more surprises." 

"Too late I'm afraid," Rocsi and Ebony looked up at a tall, long dark haired, African American woman wearing what looked like an all leather, intangible, cat woman suit, "the party just getting started." 

Suddenly more thugs appeared from behind her staring hard at the women. 

"W...who are you?" Ebony asked. 

"That's a good question," The woman in the tight cat suit said, "the names Chaquina T. Jones. But you can call me Chaquina." 

"Chaquina," Rocsi repeated, "seriously?" 

Chaquina gave Rocsi a sly smirk. "Look bitch, don't knock the name alright. Besides you have more important things to worry about besides what my momma and daddy named me." 

"If you ever had parents," Rocsi retorted. 

Chaquina didn't like the smartass remark but put it aside for now. "You know something? You have a really smart mouth for someone who is about to die." 

"What is this all about?" Ebony asked wanting to get down to the truth. 

"Didn't your girlfriend tell you," Chaquina said, "we're not human, we're just here to have a little fun. That was until your girlfriend killed one of our own." 

"He was going to rape us," Ebony excused. 

Chaquina's smile widened. "Like I said, we're just here to have a little fun." 

Just the snap of Chaquina's fingers and the thugs began to spread out holding switchblades, wooden baseball bat, and one thug had long thick chain. 

Ebony stood behind Rocsi afraid of what was going to happen. It was different when there were two, but four of them and all with weapons. 

Rocsi stood unafraid and stared down at Chaquina with her own evil stare. "You know what?" 

"What?" Chaquina asked with a cocky smile. 

"You must thought I was going to walk in and walk out as easy as that," Rocsi said preparing herself, "it's too bad your kind thinks that way." 

Rocsi whipped out her glots and pointed them at the moving thugs and fired. Some of the thugs hid behind the rotten benches but some were hit. 

A thug whipped out a machete lodged over to Rocsi, but she caught him before he came down with the machete and fired shots into his abdomen, then kicked him in his stomach forcing him back on the dusted wooden floor. 

Another thug with the long heavy metal chain ran after Rocsi swinging the weapon in the air. Rocsi fired at his legs making him kneel down with the weapon still in his hand. Using her ability of thermal energy, Rocsi heated up the chain making him drop it, and fired more rounds into him making him fall backwards. 

A man with a switchblade came next thinking he could bum rush Rocsi while she was distracted. 

"Rocsi look out!" Ebony warned. 

Rocsi turned and took out her mini double barreled shotgun and fired at the thug. The blast from the gun was so powerful that the thug flew all the way across the room crashing up against the wooden wall. 

Last but not least, another thug came at Rocsi with a baseball bat, but again Rocsi was aware of his presence and fired her double barreled shotgun at his leg. The blast was so strong it blew his right leg apart making him fall flat on his face. 

Rosci walked over and kicked the bat away pointing the gun down on the back of the thugs head. 

"I'll see you in hell bitch!" Was the thug's last declaration before Rocsi put a bullet in the back of his skull. 

"Good luck," Rocsi said, "I won't meet you there." 

Rocsi looked around and saw nothing more but bodies slain everywhere. With no more coming, at least that's what she hoped; Rocsi reloaded all her weapons just in case there was more in the building. 

Rocsi turned to Ebony who was on her hands and knees as if trying to duck the whole showdown. 

"Are you alright?" Rocsi asked. 

Ebony slowly looked up, her face full of fear. "Is it over?" 

Rocsi put the magazine in the glot hearing it click as it locked in. "Not yet, we still have to get out of here." 

Rocsi reached out her hand to take Ebony's. 

"That's a good idea," Ebony agreed. 

Ebony took Rocsi's hand and the two ran out of the room and down the steps leading to the exit. Until they stopped in front of the one person they did not want to see. 

"Going somewhere," Chaquina asked with a baleful smile. 

8 

Rocsi pointed the gun straight at Chaquina making sure it was pointed directly at her head. "Bitch step aside now. I'm not going to tell you again." 

Chaquina chuckled. "Bitch you are in no position to give anybody orders." 

Suddenly Rocsi heard a yelp behind her and turned to see Ebony being held and captive by the same black thug that they met earlier on the street. 

"Déjà vu ain't it bitch?" The black thug teased holding a blade to Ebony's face but this time smaller. 

"So what are you going to do now bitch?" Chaquina asked getting Rocsi's attention. 

At first Rocsi admitted to herself that she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. But then remembered she had one last trick up her sleeve that may take care of both her problems. 

Rocsi turned to the thug holding Ebony. "You must have forgotten last time you and your friend pulled this stunt?" 

The thug cracked an evil smile and looked like he was going to cut Ebony's cheek just for the hell of it. But Rocsi showed them her red eyes again hoping the man did not learn from his mistakes the last time. 

The knife began to heat up in the thug's hands so hot that he yelped and dropped it. 

"What da fuck," The thug cried in pain, "not again?" 

Ebony elbowed him in his gut causing him to bend over and Ebony reached down for the small blade and stabbed him hard in the gut. 

Ebony knew that little damage was not going to stop him, so she pulled the knife out and held it in her hand just in case. 

Both Rocsi and Ebony faced the thug just in case he was about to do something drastic. Instead he looked at his wound and back at the two women who were ready to defend themselves at any means necessary. 

The thug then laughed as if his injuries the women have been giving him were nothing more than a setback. "You bitches did it now. You get'em Chaquina. Do your thang girl." 

The black thug then turned his neck. At first Ebony and Rocsi thought he was staring at another attacker, but then his laughing turned silent when he twisted his whole head around. 

Ebony felt a deep chill after hearing the thug's neck snap three times before he went down. 

"What the hell was he talking about?" Ebony asked confused and truthfully not wanting to know. 

"He was referring to me," Chaquina finally spoke making both women turn around. 

Suddenly Rocsi noticed there were drops of blood coming from the wooden ceiling. Ebony held onto Rocsi as more blood started pouring down the steps and onto the floor. Ebony turned to see the black thug that held her captive was melting into nothing but a bloody ooze and sliding across the floor like it was still alive. 

Careful not to step in it, Ebony and Rocsi watched as all the blood from the thugs Rocsi took care of was somewhat alive or being controlled. Pulled towards Chaquina who stood there allowing the stuff to crawl up her feet, legs, and then the whole body until it covered her face. 

Rocsi didn't seem surprised at what she was witnessing, but Ebony couldn't believe what Chaquina was transforming into. 

The last thing they heard was the blood making crippling sounds as if hardening to the point where Chaquina looked like a red, crystal, like statue. 

"READY FOR THE REAL FUN TO BEGIN BITCHES?" The Crystalized Chaquina spoke in a roaring voice as she started walking towards them. 

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The crimson crystalized Chaquina quickly walked towards Ebony and Rocsi not caring that Rocsi was armed and pointing the gun right at her. 

Rocsi fired off a few rounds at Chaquina but the bullets just bounced off her like the crystalized blood was bulletproof. 

"NEAT TRICK, HUH?" Chaquina said still charging at them. 

Rocsi continued firing at the thing, but the bullets kept bouncing off. 

Chaquina backhanded the gun out of Rocsi's hand and grabbed her wrist squeezing it as hard as she could dropping the other gun. Then she wrapped her hand around Rocsi's throat lifting her up a few inches off the floor. Ebony came to Rocsi's aid but Chaquina backhanded her so hard, she fell sliding across the floor. Chaquina forced Rocsi up against the wall continuing to choke the living life out of her. 

Feeling her throat tighten Rocsi's iris turned red again staring down at the monster Chaquina. 

"TRYING TO FRY ME LIKE YOU DID THE REST OF MY CREW?" Chaquina taunted. "SORRY HUN, AIN'T GONNA WORK THIS TIME." 

Rocsi still kept her red eyes on Chaquina even though she showed how unaffected it was. But there was one last trick Rocsi had up her sleeve. She reached behind her back and took out her mini double barreled shotgun and pointed it in Chaquina face. 

BOOM! 

Blinded by the shotgun blast, Chaquina let go of Rocsi to wipe the gunpowder from her eyes and face. 

"AAAAAHHHH, YOU BITCH!" Chaquina yelled wiping her face. 

Rocsi pointed the shotgun at Chaquina and fired another shot, but it only forced her back an inch. Rocsi took out her other shotgun, pointing it at Chaquina, and fired another major round at her. That too sent her back an inch. 

Chaquina just looked at Rocsi and chuckled. "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU DICK HANG'IN BITCH?" 

"No," Rocsi said not keeping her eyes off of the monster Chaquina, "just one last trick." 

Rocsi's red iris suddenly covered her whole eyes turning them firing red while still pointing the shotgun at Chaquina. 

"WHAT, IS THAT SUPPOSED TO DO SOMETHING?" Chaquina teased. 

Rocsi just smiled. "You don't feel it do you?" 

Chaquina's baleful smile turned puzzled. She did not like any more surprises. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALK'IN ABOUT BITCH?" 

"The heat," Rocsi began, "your body can take on many things but when it takes intense thermal heating it doesn't melt nor set on fire." 

The monster Chaquina placed her red crystalized hands on her hips and made a pose. "WHAT'S YOUR POINT?" 

Then Chaquina heard something that was coming from her body, like a cracking noise. 

"WHAT THE F...," Chaquina said looking down at her body. 

Small but dark lines started lining up around her body in a lightening like design. 

"My point is," Rocsi spoke lifting her shotgun with one last shell in the barrel, "rocks crack." 

Pissed off Chaquina charged at Rocsi, but before she could get close Rocsi fired her last shotgun round directly at her chest. The impact was so strong that the force of the blast broke Chaquina to pieces all over the floor. 

Rocsi looked down at the passed out Ebony. She dropped her shotgun and came to her aid. Rocsi turned Ebony over seeing the dark bruise on her right cheek. 

"Ebony?" Rocsi called shaking Ebony as hard as she could. "Ebony, please wake up." 

Ebony moaned as she slowly shook her head and opened her eyes to see her lover holding her. "Am I in heaven?" 

Rocsi smiled and chuckled. "Far from it." 

Rocsi helped Ebony up on her feet. Ebony looked down at the several crystalized pieces of whoever. 

"What the hell happened here," Ebony asked confused, "what the hell happened to Chaquina?" 

Rocsi looked down at the crystalized parts of her enemy. "She fell too pieces." 

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"Ouch!" Ebony cried as Rocsi placed a cotton ball laced with alcohol on her right cheek. "That bitch hit me so hard she nearly split my face in two." 

"Luckily she didn't," Rocsi spoke still patting down on Ebony's cheek. 

Ebony looked down at Rocsi solemnly. "Thank you for saving my life and getting me out of that hellhole of a building." 

"Good welcome," Rocsi said, "I had no other choice. Either save your life and keep your dignity intact or let them violate you until you can't stand it no more." 

Ebony looked at Rocsi as if surprised. "They were going to do that to me?" 

Rocsi looked down at Ebony. "I don't know what their plan was. All I know is that they used you as bait and they nearly got both of us. What's the saying go? Hitting two birds with one stone?" 




The Heat



Ebony nodded her head in agreement. "So what happens now?" 

Rocsi knelt down until she was face leveled with Ebony. "It's not over." 

"What do you mean by that?" Ebony asked. 

"We may have killed some of them but not all of them. There are still more out there probably doing harm to someone else." Rocsi explained. 

"So what are we going to do?" 

Rocsi cupped Ebony's face in both her hands and moved her close to hers to give her a nice strong kiss. "Nothing." 

Ebony was taken aback. "What do you mean nothing? If those things are still out there don't you think it's our responsibility to find them and do that thing you always do?" 

"We could do that," Rocsi said, "but where will we start? They are in disguise as much as we are and all around." 

Ebony looked down and back up at Rocsi sighing. "This is like some type of nightmare." 

Rosci lightly took Ebony's hands in hers making Ebony face her. "It doesn't have to be." 

"But what are we going to do?" Ebony asked worried and a little in fear. "There are so many of them out there." 

Rocsi moved in closer to Ebony's face making sure she got her attention. "So are we." 

With that said, Rocsi gave Ebony a strong kiss letting her know that she was loved and as long as they stayed together they were safe from the outside world and the abominations that came with it.



The Heat is On



It's that time again...I have no idea how it starts...when my body hair would stand on end seemingly without any apparent stimulation making me shiver with desire...followed by an increasing dampness between the inner folds of my pussy lips and a weakening of my knees...a shortness of breath...as if someone is touching me...running his rough hands on the quivering flesh of my body and touching the wetness between my thighs...the nipples of my breasts slowly growing hard...a soft moan echoing out of me...the scent of sweat and rawness in my breath...all these making me feel weak...needing...and on the edge. 

This always happens a few days before my normal bleeding and I don't know if this is just particular to my own body, is it just me, or do other women feel the same way.

It is late and I am alone in the house, the only sound I can hear is the soft humming of the central air, the cold air bathing me...enveloping me in its comforting aura. I had just taken a cold shower to refresh me on this hot summer day after a hectic time at my shoppe and had changed into a floor length zip front floral caftan house dress with long slits on the side reaching my upper thighs....its soft fabric gently caressing my soft naked flesh underneath, making me unusually moist between my thighs. 

I am free of any underwear, wearing underwear makes me feel restricted when I just want to feel comfortable, so I never wear any bra or panties at home. I even sometimes go grocery shopping at the corner Vons Store without any. Yes it is provocative but I just love looking at the wide eyes of those young handsome grocery clerks who see I am wearing nothing underneath when the sun hits my floral dress revealing a hazy reflection of my bare breasts, my total nakedness under my dress glowing in the sunlight...something to feed their own lusty imaginations....but more than that...it makes me feel sexy when I feel the moisture between my thighs and see those needy eyes staring at me, my fresh clean scent drafting in the air around me.

Which is exactly what I am feeling right now. Horny. I wonder anxiously where my son John is. He did'nt leave me a note on the fridge nor did he let me know on my cellphone where he was going and...I need him right now...or if not him...anybody.

From the sofa I was reclining on while watching TV, I hear the sudden opening of the electric gate outside and the sound of tires on the driveway. I look out and see John with someone else I can't quite recognize in the dark, getting out of his car. The main door opens and John comes in the living room with the other fellow whom I suddenly recognize as my darling Jason, the young boy/man I met at the Glendale Galleria who visits me often at my shoppe. The young boy who had an erotic interlude with me in his car.(See "A young Man gets lucky") 

Jason and my son John finally met in the Galleria and it was even a pleasant surprise to me how the two boys got together so quickly. Jason, like John, is an avid PlayStation2 player and they find so many games they both mutually like that I often see them talking in my store discussing nothing else but video games. Since John was my only son...I, somewhere along the way, began treating Jason like a son as well, because of the way both of them got along.

"Hi Mom." 

"Hi Baby.", a smile on my voice.

"Hi Ms. Gail" Jason's voice a little shaky.

"Hi Honey. How have you been?" I ask gently.

"Fine...John and I saw each other in school so I decided to treat him at Burger King."

"Mom...can Jason stay over tonight?" John asks. I look at Jason, his eyes looking at me reclining my shapely upper thighs exposed which I did'nt bother to cover. I look at John and Jason, feeling what the two boys really need as my eyes scan their faces.

"Jason...would you like to stay over for the night Honey?"...I ask softly, looking at his eyes and seeing his desire.

"Yes Ma'am"...Jason's voice and his heavy breathing easily betraying him, his eyes still looking at my exposed thighs.

"Mmmmmmm...I'm so glad both of you are here." I softly reply, my voice filling up with numerous intimate possibilities. These boys had already been with me in a wild threesome in a previous stay over and the fact they are here with me now is giving me the shakes... their presence at this time of night in my home makes my pulse rate suddenly jump north. The thought of having these two boys intimately with me...inside me...is making me shiver with lust. I get up from the sofa and motion to John...

"John...come here Baby and give Mommy a hug. I missed you." I call out to my son kissing him lightly on the lips as he comes to me with a hug. After he had done so and while still holding him, I call out softly to Jason looking at him with increasing desire in my eyes.

"Come here Honey...". He joins me and John in a group hug that is anything but filial both boys pushing their crotches against me tightly. I feel the bodies of my two boys against mine and, yes, there is no mistaking the bulge I feel when they rub their body hard against mine. I sit back down on the sofa still holding both of them. As we sit down, John on my right and Jason on my left, I hold their faces on the hollow of my shoulders, their warm breaths on both sides of my neck. I close my eyes and smell their raw sweating scent making me giddy as I break out in goosepimples. I open my eyes and look at both of them.

I look breathlessly at these two beautiful and handsome boys beside me who will be staying the night in my home...with me...inside me...my mind asking myself what could possibly be in store for the three of us before the night is over...but even before I could finish asking myself the question, I suddenly feel my body hair stand on end again, the wetness between my thighs gushing forth as the scent of these two young and eager and virile boys, raw with sweat from the summer heat outside, assail my nostrils...making my breathing go faster specially when I feel John's hand in front of me getting hold of the zipper of my dress and slowly drawing it downward...completely downward...then gently parting my dress...opening my nakedness to both their needy eyes. 

This is what I need, I thought...sighing...as I feel their hands gently grope and touch my breasts...softly kneading the luscious warm flesh and making my nipples grow hard.

"Oh John....Jason.....babies...you both need me don't you..."I moan and sigh breathlessly giving myself up to the sensual erotic sensation of their touch upon me...soft and gentle at first, then suddenly demanding and hard and rushed. My mind slowly beginning to turn in circles as this intoxicating sensation cover my entire naked body...their touch overwhelming me...my nakedness in front of them only serving to increase my need as they stare at my body....

I feel Jason slowly go down between my thighs...parting them slowly...as I willingly open them...breathing in deeply of my pussy scent as he goes down.....He glances at me from between my thighs...again taking deep breaths, breathing in the raw fresh scent of my pussy...my fluids now flowing freely, driven by the thought he is staring at my bare pussy down below...my insistent desire now growing stronger as I feel his warm breath on my bare pussy....then his warm lips...then the burning heat of his tongue on my wetness...

"Oh Jason baby...." I moan out his name as he begins to lick my pussy, now extremely wet, my body fluids gushing forth from deep inside me into his open and waiting mouth...his tongue moving in and out of the inner folds of my labia like a penis and sucking in the pink sensitive flesh...eating me...feeding his desperate hunger on me....his mouth ravishing my clit...driving me mad as I buckle my groin urgently into his face, my head thrown back in extreme pleasure, my left hand gently caressing him...his hair...then holding the back of his head and drawing his face closer against my pussy...a soft moan escaping from my lips as I feel Jason eat me so divinely.

At the same time John is sucking on my right breast and running his hand across my belly down into the softness of my upper thighs then back up again to the soft warm flesh of my breasts...groaning...mumbling...breathing hard. I raise my right arm offering the white soft flesh of my shaved armpit to him. John taking his cue from me, immediately mashes his face on my armpit, his nose rubbing and feeling the sweet essence of my soft flesh...then he begins kissing me softly there...then licking the soft flesh as I feel his tongue tickle me...down to the naked core of my body...I'm losing it again...the need of my two boys so urgent...like mine. I begin to feel my orgasm boiling up from deep within my belly. 

It always begins at the back of my hips and electrifies my upper thighs...then it starts to build up inside me suddenly rushing forth torrentially into the open V of my thighs, a flood of erotic current draining out of the open channel of my pussy...this mind blowing gripping sensation of emptying... this natural climb to heights beyond any imagination...this inner explosion that blows my mind into bits and pieces and molds everything back together again...this orgasmic experience all women are born for...my intense orgasm rushing into the open mouth of Jason who is licking and sucking my pussy...my clit...and desperately swallowing the flow of my liquid essence into his mouth...his face caught between my soft thighs that is holding him down tight on me.


"JASON HONEY...I'M COMING......." I scream into the void of night as a strong orgasm racks my entire body...my hips spasmodically jerking on his face, my upper body raised as I look at Jason staring at me wild eyed flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking it again and again making my orgasm erupt endlessly....

That's it.....I need to be fucked and fucked hard as I quickly rise from the sofa and remove my dress throwing it down on the floor and drawing both boys with me as I get up and in a breathless dominant voice command the two boys,

"Baby...Honey...take your clothes off and get down on the floor with me right now...hurry...." the two boys immediately get up and remove all articles of their clothing and lie down on the floor, with me in between them. John moves to my back and Jason faces me as I lay on my right side. They mash their hands all over my hot flesh...my soft breasts and ass getting the most attention...their lips and tongue sucking and licking that part of me they touch while I grope in between their thighs and get hold of both their penises...hard...hot...taut like burning iron rods...

I lead Jason's penis into the open folds of my dripping pussy with a rush...while John lifts my left leg up to give him access to the opening in my ass...then I feel it...that sudden mad and wilding rush of being completely filled both front and back...at the same time...the rush going up my throat almost choking me as I struggle for air, my two studs start moving immediately in and out of my body with a strength I could never imagine...two hard penises pushing and rushing in and out of me at the same time...four hands groping and touching me all over my body...in my breasts...my belly...their mouths sucking my flesh...their voices animal-like...our bodies crashing uncontrollably against each other...I have become a piece of delicious soft tasty flesh they are feeding on and playing with as they move violently in and out of my pussy and ass...their hands everywhere...my body now moving with them in unison, willingly giving itself to the wild onslaught of these two hungry and desperate boys...as I feel myself going beyond the edge of sanity falling down a bottomless dark pit of decadence and sexual depravity...my mind losing its sanity and my body jerking by itself leading me into a series of huge continuing orgasms that has me screaming into the void of night as my boys move roughly inside me and, with their hands, continue to tear my body into pieces with their own mad desire......

"YESSSSSSSSSS...FUCK ME BOYS...HARDER...HARDER MORE...I WANT MORE...OH JOHN....JASON...YOU'RE BOTH DRIVING ME CRAZYYYYYYYYYYY..." I growl out mindlessly in blind passion...the intense burning pleasure beyond any description...my mind without focus as the pleasure radiates all over me...

"Aaaarrrrrggggggghhhhh..." All I am conscious of is the deep groaning of Jason who is at the same time pushing his rock hard penis relentlessly inside my pussy as his hot scalding semen hits my inner walls, my pussy lips opening up and receiving his seed then closing up on his penis as I grip his penis with my inner pussy muscles again and again...holding his hardness...my left leg going around him...drawing him tighter to me as John continues pushing his penis in and out of my asshole...rapidly...his body pushing me and Jason roughly into each other until he bites the side of my neck and growls...

"MOMMMMM.....I'M COMING............" John screams as I feel his scalding seed rush into my ass...both boys causing me to jerk spasmodically against them as I come again and again...my voice nothing but a howl of wild passion in the night.

It is a long time before either one of us move. I am still tightly in between the two bodies of John in my back and Jason in front of me. Jason is still inside me...his penis already starting to grow once more at the constant groping of my pussy muscles...his hands insistently rubbing the soft flesh of my breasts...I feel John still hard inside my ass. I slowly stand up weakly, emptying myself of them and go to the kitchen getting a couple of paper towel sheets from the rack to wipe myself dry of the profuse seminal fluids flowing out of my pussy and ass, then I go back to my two boys who are still lying exhaustedly on the floor. I slowly examine John's penis which is clean except for some semen that is dripping down on his shaft and odorless even though he fucked me in the ass, then did the same with Jason...whose penis is now completely erect.

I stare at both their penises and could not quiet the shivering desire still within myself, so I take John's penis into my mouth and lick all the excess semen that is slowly dripping along the shaft...tasting the salty sweet creamy flavor of my son's seed. I feel his hands on the back of my head telling me he wants my mouth on him so I begin sucking his penis harder...moving my head up and down on him...slowly at first...but as I feel his hands push me down more insistently...I rush down and slurp his penis harder...my mouth and tongue going down to his balls, sucking each of them, then back to his penis until he begins moving up and down with me...his voice now a slow growl as his hips move in rhythm with my mouth...until his hands push me down hard on him...the flesh of his penis going stiff at the same time spewing his seed into my mouth, his voice gurgling on his throat...

"MOMMMMMMMMM..."John's voice making me delirious with need as I hastily swallow his seed pleasurably, the sweet salty taste lingering in my buds. After a while I turn to Jason's penis and give him a kiss...taking the whole thing into my mouth to see how far deep it will go then letting it slip off my mouth after going past my throat...licking the hard bony shaft as I go down on him...my mouth sucking him hungrily until I hear his moaning...his hands finding their way to the back of my head.

"Ohhhh Gail....do it Mom...yes...do it....."his hips pushing against my face.

I seem to have lost all my sense of motherly decency as I lunge down upon his penis harder and more rapidly like a woman possessed...his hips now moving with me...his desire showing itself in the way his hands on the back of my head hold me down hard...until...

"I'M COMING MOMMMMMMMMMM......." Jason calling me Mom from somewhere...my mouth and mind lost as I plunge into him aware only of the tasty semen shooting into the back of my throat...my body shaking with him....my voice a high pitched tone of lust and madness....

After a long while I look at both John and Jason...their penises still hard...still pulsing and throbbing...and still ready... 

I shake my head and smile gently to myself and thought...what am I going to do with these two well built boys whose sexual drive seem to be insatiable...or...I did'nt know if it was my own sexual drive that was insatiable. I did not have to wait for an answer to my own question because John suddenly stands up and gets hold of my right arm and says,

" Mom...let's have a swim in the pool. I'm sweating so much I wanna take a cool bath. Hey Jason...lets go and take a dive in the pool Man..." so I am slowly dragged off the floor and out of the house, my two big boys holding on to me by my lower forearms...slowly dragging me behind them...all of us completely naked and drenched with sweat. We walk out of the patio and into the edge of the unlighted pool where we all join hands and dive into the cool clear filtered water.

I asked myself, is this going to be the end of it?...noooooo...a big big delightful no....not by a long shot..;=)

I am still weak in the arms and knees so after a few dips into the water to cool my body I simply tread water on the shallow end of the pool looking at my two exuberant boys swimming in laps across the entire length when I lose sight of one of them. I feel a sudden rush of water on my thighs then a pair of hands holding my hips and a face bubbling air into my pussy mound. I look at the other swimmer from afar and recognize John in the dark.....

It is Jason who is below me again...parting my thighs wide in the waters below as I willingly open myself to him, kissing my shaved pussy lips...sucking them...flipping my clit with his tongue again and again making me go mad with desire as my outstretched arms hold on to the side surface of the pool to keep me from falling deep into the water. A smiling face suddenly surfaces right in front of me as I see Jason grinning from ear to ear, then I feel a bonelike thing pushing against my thighs.

"Gail...I just can't get enough of you down there....your taste oh man...wild..." he sighs with a hunger I am more than willing to feed...I draw his face closer to mine and kiss him hard and long...my tongue parting his lips and entering his mouth quickly, seeking his own tongue...my right hand going down below the water to feel and stroke this bonelike thing pressing against my pussy mound as Jason wraps both his arms around me. I break our kiss and breathlessly say in a soft provocative tone, my hand still stroking his penis,

"Honey I want you to fuck me in the ass...I want to feel how it is to be fucked by you in the ass..."...I whisper breathlessly to Jason, my body now shivering not because of the cold water...but because of my burning desire to be fucked again...,

"YEESSSSSSSSSS..." Jason answers and turns calling out to John.

"Hey John...c'mon...lets do Mom again..." at the same time getting out of the water and pulling me up with him. John swims to where we are and gets out of the pool following me and Jason to the couch by the pool side. Jason did'nt wait for us to reach the couch when he suddenly grabs my face and kisses me deeply, at the same time pushing his rock hard penis in between my thighs...but as John reach both of us, he shoves Jason aside and says,

"You go in the backdoor this time Buddy...." the sound of their voices arguing about where to enter me sounding just like my two little boys arguing which one gets the candy, making me smile and driving me mad and wild with increasing desire. I lie down on the middle of the couch and motion to John to lie in front of me. As he does, I reach for his throbbing penis and spread my thighs rubbing the head of his penis up and down the crack of my now drooling pussy as he slowly lowers his body down on me...his penis entering me with a slowness that is making me go crazy so I move my hips up anxiously, eager to meet his thrust and feel him inside me. He places both his arms around my back and turns both of us around abruptly causing me to get on top of him. I begin to slide up and down on him...my voice a loud moan as I feel the upper shaft of his penis rubbing and sliding hard on my clit. 




The Heat is On



That's when I feel Jason run his hands all over my ass, his fingers slowly pulling apart my cheeks then licking me down ravenously in between there...spitting more saliva on my asshole to lubricate me then rubbing his penis up and down the crack of my ass then pushing slowly inside and entering me tightly from behind.

I am now down on all fours with my son John fucking me in the front and Jason on top of me fucking me hard in the ass. I am being shaken violently, my body moving forward and backward responding mindlessly as Jason and John push and pull their hard manhoods roughly inside me...my heavy breasts swaying with the movements of my body as John grabs hold of them raising his mouth to take a hard nipple...slowly biting it...the pain startling me but soon making me shiver with pleasure specially when Jason begins to spank me hard in the ass. I cry out delirously not so much because of the pain but because I am filled again...filled to the brim of my need, my burning desire satiated by their penises moving in and out of me...in my pussy...in my ass...sometimes in rhythm often not...their hands running all over my wet body...my breasts...my back...my ass...my belly...Jason grabbing my wet hair violently and drawing my head back...the sound of their animal voices grunting with every thrust inside me...my own body needing and receiving every thrust with equal desperation and force...pushing myself hard down on John and raising my ass hard on Jason in a fluid motion...my voice now unrecognizable in wild abandon as I groan and moan with mindless passion until I lose it again...my continuing orgasms racking my entire body as it flows out like a torrential flood of hot lava from the two open craters of soft flesh between my rounded thighs and ass that is now completely full and satiated by my boys...our violent incoherent movements borne of wild depravity and incestuous abandon...

I must have lost consciousness because the next thing I know I am lying on my back on the pool couch with a soft terry face towel covering my pussy mound only...my boys sitting beside me...talking to each other...their hands slowly caressing my soft upper thighs...my pussy and ass spilling their seminal fluids down into my thighs and asscheeks. I take the face towel and start wiping myself dry.

I begin to shiver, feeling cold and weary, so I get up and say to John and Jason...

"Boys...I'm exhausted. Let's go to bed..." but the next thing that happens after, in my bedroom, did'nt give me any sleep at all..... ;=)

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I have received countless feedback from my readers requesting and urging me to write more about my life but often my business and both boys John/Jason who are now always together take all of my time. I hope you'all will enjoy this episode which just happened last month when that heat wave hit SoCal.

 With love,

 ladyofsin_98



The Heat of Passion



I could feel my hand trembling with excitement as I tried to put the key into the hotel room door, feeling his dominant presence standing behind me wasn't making it any easier.

Finally inside the room, I threw my bag to the floor and turned to face him.

He came at me with his cuffs in his hands, obviously feeling confident that I would submit to his dominant side. He was rather surprised as I took them from him, sat him down on the chair and cuffed his hands behind his back, leaving him helpless and unable to stop me from doing whatever I wanted to him.

I stood with my legs either side of his left leg and started to rub myself against the coarse material of his trousers while I unbuttoned his crisp shirt, stroking his chest and stomach until I teasingly stopped just below his waist.

I brushed my fingers over his stiffness, moving down to his thighs, up to his hips and waist and back down to his thighs again, tantalisingly pretending to ignore his hardness that I knew was begging for my attention.

I put my hand between my legs to feel how moist his helplessness had made me and pulled at my panties to rip them free from my hot wet pussy, I pushed them into his mouth and made him suck the juices from them while I licked and sucked down his torso, down to his belt, gently nibbling at his stomach while I un-strapped it and loosened the tension around his cock by unzipping his trousers. As I moved lower he could feel my hot breath over his pulsating manhood.

His eyes opened wide as all he was able to do was watch as I started to move my wet tongue up and down his stiff shaft, sucking the head gently and making it swell even more. I sucked him hard, taking it deep into my throat until he began to feel those wonderful shudders of ecstasy as he was ready to cum, but I stopped just before he did. He hadn't asked me permission to cum yet... and I was saving that for later.

I stood up and pulled my panties from his mouth, pushed a finger inside my now soaking pussy, squeezed my left nipple until the rush of pain made me gasp with pleasure, I pulled out my finger and held it to his lips, he hungrily took it into his mouth and I could feel his amazing tongue swirling around my finger and sucking the juices dry, It was then decided that I wanted more of that tongue.

I stood up straight and grabbed his hair, pushing my pussy into his face to make him lick me and tongue my clit till I felt near to orgasm. As I felt my climax rising fast, I pulled away, wanting to save it for when he was inside me.

I lowered myself down onto the tip of his hot pulsating hardness. Feeling it warm and hard against my wet lips, I lowered myself further, grasping his shoulders firmly and staring deeply into his eyes as I felt his hardness inside me deeper and deeper, I grabbed my breasts eagerly, squeezing them hard to try and disguise the intensity of my pleasure as I continued rising and lowering myself slowly. I was the one in control this time and I was going to dictate the pace, I could feel him trying to thrust himself even further inside me and try to make me ride him faster, but he wasn't playing by the rules and if he didn't stop this soon, I was going to have to punish him. 

How was I going to stop? I was so near to orgasm, I could feel my clit pulsing with excitement with every thrust. Could I be that disciplined and halt my pleasure in order to make him suffer? Yes I could.

I looked deep into his eyes as I thrust his manhood into myself one last time and then stood up over him, maintaining eye contact, forcing his cock back into his trousers and letting him know without even uttering a word, that he had misbehaved and he was going to pay for it.

I reached into my bag and pulled out my ever faithful dildo. I waved it infront of his face and told him that his pleasure was over, he had to be a good boy and watch me pleasure myself before he would get any more.

I pulled another chair over towards him, bent over it facing away from him, making sure I was tantalisingly close but beyond his reach and began to rotate my hips in a sultry sexy manor while I moved one hand down over my breasts and tummy and then between my legs. I was dripping wet and my clit was stiff and enlarged with excitement and begging for my fingers to be rubbed across it.

He had a perfect view of everything, his eyes opened even wider to take it all in and his lips parted as his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Seeing him get so excited at the site of me masturbating in front of him made me even hotter and I thrust the dildo deep inside me. It took my breath away completely and I felt I was going to cum in an instant, I started to buck and twitch like a woman possessed and I was screaming like a dirty whore when my pleasure rose from extreme excitement to the most intense explosion of orgasm I have ever felt. I collapsed forward holding onto the chair and waves of pleasure just kept flowing as my pussy was now tightening with post orgasm spasms.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder to see if he had enjoyed watching me and he too was looking as satisfied as I was.

How? Why? Because he had cum too. With his cock packed tightly in his trousers, my bad little boy had cum on himself. Now surely that means he will be severely punished next time!!!



The Heat of Snowboarding



Russ should be home any time now. He's been out snowboarding with his best friends again. I love when he does that. It makes him hot. I don't know what he fantasizes about out there on the snow; maybe someday he'll trust me enough to tell me, but just thinking about his hard body sliding freely down the slopes is enough to make me quiver deep in my belly, wanting him, waiting for him. 

He tells me it's a spiritual thing, the wildness of the mountain, the crisp air, the sky, the trees, maneuvering, out-maneuvering the landscape. I believe him. He does everything like that. Everything – from fixing a salad to playing guitar to . . . to . . . his mastery of me, my heart, my soul like a window that opens at his touch, only for him.

There's something about a man who has that much mastery of his body. I don't know what it is, but he's inspired me to get back to work overcoming my fears and trauma to improve my own fitness a bit. I've always needed that kind of inspiration for this to really work. I decided to start with resuming my Qi Gong practice. I've committed to formal training, which means I undertake to abstain from sex for 100 days. Last time I managed to abstain from orgasm for 40 days. It was a profound healing experience for me. This time promises to be even more so. A little yoga wouldn't hurt me none, either. 

I try to imagine what it must be like to snowboard. It's something I don't think I'll ever trust my body to do, but I do crave that kind of freedom. Of course, it could turn out to be like lid-less cars and motorcycles. I hate having my hair blown or mussed in any way, but once I drove a Z3 all the way up Trail Ridge. The freedom of driving in the open air was a totally unexpected thrill. Now, I'll do that any chance I get. Motorcycles pretty much the same. It took Amanda to get me on her Harley before I dared try that one at all. Amanda is a safety freak and I knew that every possible precaution was being taken, so I let her give me a ride for a few block. That did it. I was hooked.

Snowboarding would put my body in much closer contact with . . . well, with Creation, I think. I'm sure I'd get totally high on it. And when I get that high, an orgasm can be just a breath away. Flying would be even more freeing, but for the moment flying with my feet on the ground would do it for me. God, what if I could (and this is a total fantasy), but what if I could lie naked at the base of a (very soft) tree with my legs spread. I can imagine Russ flying naked across the snow toward me with his thick hard cock aiming right for my wet pussy. 

God, how I'd arch my back and scream into that thrust! 

He has so much power . . . and so much control. 

Until Russ, I let no one, I mean I let nobody tease me the way he does. Strictly 4/4, you guys. Wait was a 4-letter word. Oh, they could tease me some, but I had little patience for it. All I wanted was fast, hard, steady thrusts. That's still pretty much the best way to get me to come. I have to focus to get over that edge. It takes a lot of trust and letting go. I didn't think I could ever make it over the edge on a drawn out syncopated stop and go rhythm. Until him. 

I was wrong.

Sometimes it's so nice to be so wrong.

Russ's thrusts are like Miles Davis on his best day. Think "Sketches of Spain." Lazy lilts, la-dee-da. Oh, you like that, little girl? Well, I'm going to . . . stop and suddenly, I'm empty, back arched, my pussy sucking the air for more. 

Damn!

I am so wet. 

He can read me. His hands pull my hair away from my face. His eyes search mine. I can feel his motor idling while he drinks me into him. When I least expect it he slams his cock all the way back into me, burying himself to the hilt.

Jesus! More! PLEEEEAAASE!!!

"Oh, sorry," says he. "Did I hurt you?" He's mocking me. He knows that when I'm surrendered to his body there is no pain. Even his most brutal contact is ecstacy. 

A guttural animal sound is all I can manage. I thrash and pound my fists against the bed. He's got me pinned on my back so I can't move - his enormous and very sexy hands holding my wrists, his feet somehow binding mine to the bed. 

"RUSS, PLEASE!!!"

"I'm sorry. Do you want something?" Sometimes he only says it with his eyes.

More animal noises from my throat. I am no longer in control. He's got me totally submitted. I'll do anything, absolutely anything if he will just thrust into me again! 

Unlike other men I've known, Russ is there with me. His eyes devour me, take in my pleasure and cycle it back to me multiplied. I can't think straight, can't talk other than moans and begging. My whole world is his body, his eyes, his cock and that small wet slit he plays like he means it. 

My soul is singing to be consumed, to die into him and then be reborn in ecstatic surrender, one with his pleasure and his command of me. I've never let go like this for anyone. Never. Somehow I trust him. 

For a while he just strokes my skin – all over, delicate touches.

I'm out of control, meeting him, moaning, giving in . . . all the way IN.

Short . . . Shallow . . . Thrusts.

No No! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

PLEASE!!!! I can't take this! 

"You can and you will," as he slams hard and fast - over and over and over, giving me exactly what I want. My body rises to meet his. I'm steamy, slick and surrendered.

He stops.

My body freezes where it is, suspended in the moment, then falls to the bed, shuddering, while I gasp in desperation for more. 

Russ just loves to torture me. 

I can't lift a finger to help myself, can't even move. All I can do is wait, my eyes imploring him to take me like that again and again. Little animal whimpers. I'm nearly in tears wanting him. It's him or nothing. 

It's no use. 

He owns me. 

All I can do is surrender. The time and manner of my orgasms are his to choose, to give or deny as he pleases. There is nothing I can do, nothing I would wish to do, but give in and in and in.

"Give it to me!" I plead in my mind and like he heard me, suddenly, he's back in motion, slamming my body into the bed. 

Then quick, short thrusts. He's watching my eyes, my breath, my body, to see if I'm ready to give in.

It's not as if he cares, you know; I'm his to play like this. The first time I heard him play guitar, sing, and resonate with his own music, I thought I'd come right there through my jeans. . . . and he knew it. Damn! He saw it in my eyes. I mistakenly thought his were closed, and possibly they were at times, but he was watching me, playing me. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Slickly sliding over my wet engorged clit like he has all the time in the world and nowhere to be but in me. Sliiii – iiiide. Sliiiii – iiiide. 

ARRRGHHH!!!

Tap, tap, tap, his body teases mine. And then his huge crescendo of motion, burning into me moving with me, following my heat with his. 

He grabs my leg and forces it over his shoulder to the ceiling, exposing my ass to the palm of his hand. I quiver, shake, tremble uncontrollably I want it so bad. God, I want him to slap my ass! 

PLEAAAAAASE DO IT.

I want him to hit me as hard as he can. I have so much surrender to give, the endorphins won't let this be pain. It's ecstatic surrender to his maleness, his strength and control. 

Suddenly, he pulls out of me, throws me on my stomach and slaps my ass over and over and over again while I moan and arch higher begging for more, futilely grinding my hips in the air. For once, he goes on forever, hypnotizing me with the rhythm of his strokes. 

He thrusts a pillow under my hips and mounts me from behind, such a submitted position. He knows that I learned to come this way, but only with him, just for him. I had never let go like that before his thickness tamed me.

Showing his power over me, he just pleases himself for a while, in and out, in and out... stop .... La la la... torturing me with the unpredictability of his rhythm, stopping and starting. I can't anticipate, can't even keep track. My mind is mush. I can only beg him with my body opening as deeply as my heart can take. It's more than my body. My whole being lets go into whatever he wants to do to me. I have no choice. Don't want one, don't need it. He knows what I need far better than I do. 

Tick, tick, tick...he gives me little tiny thrusts, no more than an inch of him, and suddenly pulls out again, throwing me on my back again, not giving me time to think or to breathe - he's inside me. 

I can't spread my legs any wider, can't surrender any deeper, my soul bursts... and finally, finally, he bears down into me, intense, growling, forcing my orgasm to meet his. My mind bursts into his - sharing his thoughts, feeling his motion as if it were my own, grinding against him, my own screams a distant thing from the ecstacy of surrendering into him, being taken, taken into myself, into him . . . into God. 

He doesn't let up. He just keeps going... he knows I'll do it again and again, for as long as he can meet me there. 

Pleasure mounts pleasure and the visceral union of being One in wave after wave of creation and bliss. 

Somewhere somehow he slows, holds his body over me a while, looking into my soul through my eyes, boring into me still with his Presence. 

No words. No. Words. 

Meltedinsidegonedeepfeeling GodOneBlissNowHis.

Copyright 2007, Ann O'Johnson



The Heat of The Day



Monica glanced at her watch, she was ten minutes early. Bobby's plane would touch down to Dallas soon enough. A mob of cars swarmed the entryway, as she looked for a place to park. Walking serenely into the airport, and to gate A-6, she plopped herself into a chair and took out her pocket mirror. A passerby stared at her daring ensemble as he walked by. She smirked, and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "He has a good reason to look," she thought. 

She looked over her dress, and smiled. The forest green sleeveless shirt complemented her jet-black hair, her orange and olive slitted scarf skirt completed the outfit, accompanied by her hefty silver necklace that gleamed off her well tanned skin. Her braided hair was pushed back, and her intense eyes stared out the window of the airport. Her fingers jittered around the arm of the chair. She peered into her purse, took out a wallet sized picture of the passenger she was to meet, and traced the outline of his figure with her nail. Her pearl whites gleamed as she smiled at the handsome man. He was well built, had brown hair, chocolate eyes, and was fairly tall. She tucked the picture back into her purse, imprinting the face into her mind and gazed out the window.

Bobby looked out of the descending plane. He saw the buildings of the Dallas airport come closer into view. *Thump...Skirt...Skirt...Screech* The plane had finally landed. He thought of her coming into view as he walked out the gate. He could hardly wait. In his mind, he could already see her smiling and waving already. He gathered his belongings and waited for the seat belt sign to dim before he got up. 

Stepping into the airport, he was greeted by a mob of people. His eyes searched for her, and spotted her to the right of him. Although his heart was thumping, he kept his cool, and walked calmly over to her. Dropping his belongings to the floor, he gathered her into his arms, and kissed her passionately. Oh, the touch of her lips upon his, was pure joy, and he pulled her closer to his body. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she sighed in content as she kissed him some more. Their surroundings dimmed and spun around, but they didn't care. They were finally together after much planning and talking. Finally, they broke away and he declared huskily, "Hey babe, I'm finally here." He smiled at her, and she smiled back, kissing him on the nose.

Leading him to her car, she opened the trunk of her Jeep, and he put his bags into it. The drive back home consisted of small talk. How his music writing was going. How her painting and sculpting were going. How school was going, and so on. Arriving back at her apartment, she saw that her roommate had already left for Wisconsin. They opened some windows to let the breeze blow through the room. She led him to her room, and told him to make himself comfortable. "Don't mind if I do," he replied, and lay on the bed, pulled her next to him. She smiled, laid down, and stroked his hair. He pulled her over his body, and she straddled his waist. 

He could hardly believe this was happening. Only a couple of months ago did he discover her. Now this heavenly woman was on top of him, and kissing him fervently. Her eyes were shielded, hidden away by the heat of the kiss. His arms wound around her body, and he moved her body so that she was now on the bottom. Trapping her to the confines of the bed, his hands explored her body. Stopping at her breasts, he squeezed them through the cloth of her shirt. He kissed her neck, and proceeded to move down from there. Taking off her clothes slowly, he kissed each part as it was being revealed. Her creamy tanned skin was soft like silk and was burning for him when his lips descended onto it. When the shirt was off, he proceeded to remove the skirt. When the waist line moved further down, past her wet and awaiting pussy, he snaked his tongue between the swollen lips and started to press upon her clit. 

His fingers moved to her ass, and started to put his index finger into her tight hole. This allowed him to push her pussy up to his tongue where he rotated it around, and pushed further into her, she moaned loud and trembled at such rapture. He pushed his tongue into her swollen cunt, and sucked on it intently. His fingers moved in and out quicker, as he sucked on her harder. She cried out at such ecstasy, and her cum flowed out over his awaiting tongue. Lapping it up eagerly, he licked it dry and kissed her pussy lovingly. Proceeding to remove his fingers from her tight ass, and her skirt fully, he dropped it to the floor. 

Standing up, he looked down onto her beautiful body, and laid beside her. He pulled her to him, and kissed her sensually. His tongue intertwined with hers, allowing her to taste her own juice. Her hands moved all over his chest and hastily pulled off his T-shirt. His hands came around and slowly kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples. She pushed him to his back, and her tongue traveled down his well-sculpted body. Stopping at the waist, her fingers quickly undid the button and zipper of the khakis. 

Tugging his shorts, and khakis off, she flung them to the floor, and started to tease his big hard cock. Her tongue flicked the head like a feather brushing upon it, and her lips descended onto it. She had long fantasized about this magnanimous cock, and she had planned to prolong his cumming to make it as intense as ever. Her tongue traced around the head slowly and lightly. Gradually adding on pressure, she took the very tip of his cock into her mouth, and sucked on it. His groans were loud, so she took in more of his cock. As more of it comes into her mouth, she sucks on it harder. Her tongue stroking the head, while her hands do likewise to the rest. Her hands squeezed, massaged, and stroked his large cock, while her mouth sucked him until he was to the point of releasing. Stopping just short, she took it out of her mouth, and played with it until he shot out his cum all over her breasts and face. Catching as much as she can in her mouth, she let it spray all over her, savoring the taste.

He groaned while seeing her splashed with his essence. She was great at teasing his cock till the point of cumming. And this release was the best he had ever felt. She climbed back up, and laid next to him, head on his chest. He pulled her closer, wrapped his arm around her body, untangled the braid in her hair, letting the hair fall free, and started to kiss her neck slowly. He pulled her seductive body onto his, and his hands traveled down her body to her breasts, where he squeezed and massaged them. She was grinding her ass onto his still hard cock, making it even harder than before.

His groans vibrated on her neck as he kissed her again. He turned her over and got her off the bed. Seeing where this was going, she held onto the bedpost, and positioned herself for impact. The head of his cock pushed in slowly, seeing how incredibly tight it was. She groaned at the pain, but was slowly getting accustomed to it. He pushed in more and more, until it was all the way in. Letting it rest for a moment to let her get used to this feeling, his hands came around to her pussy, and started fingering it. She moaned loudly as he slowly withdrew from her. This pain was new to her, yet she didn't want it to stop. She pushed her body against his cock to plunge him deeper into her. Burying it into her, they moved in sync to get the best penetration. The pain now gone, only replaced by extreme passion, he rode her until she cummed. His fingers drenched in her juices, he sucked them off. One last thrust, and he cummed in her. Letting out his cum in her tight ass, he slowly pulled out. 

She was dripping in his cum, so he took his finger pushed it into her ass, and brought out some cum to her lips. She sucked it off quickly, and begged for more. This time, he dug two fingers and brought out even more. She sucked it off his fingers eagerly. This went on until there was none left. She pulled him around, and kissed him passionately, intertwining her tongue with his. Bobby pulled away, and suggested, "I think we should get cleaned up, don't you think?" Monica looked down, and saw that they were drenched in sweat, and cum.

He carried her to the bathroom, and started to fill the tub with water and bubbles. She tied up her hair into a bun, and peered into the tub. It was half full. "I think we should get in now, so it won't overflow," she advised. He agreed, picked her up, and laid her into the tub. Getting in himself, he took a towel from the rack, and started to lather it up. He beckoned her to him, and she went over. Sitting her on his lap, he took the towel, and started to scrub the cum and sweat from her skin. Paying special attention to her breasts, he kissed her neck. 

Her eyes closed, as she sank into ecstasy. Seeing her body totally tranquil, his hand crept down to her pussy, and he started to push two fingers into it. Her moans echoed the bathroom walls, and she started to grind her pussy against his fingers. One last thrust, then she started cumming onto his fingers. Her body trembled against his chest, and he held her tightly, resuming the cleaning. She opened her eyes, and gazed up at him. He smiled at her as if nothing had happened, and started to dab her face with the towel, wiping off the sweat. 

After he was done, she turned to face him, and started to scrub off the sweat and cum off his sculpted chest. As she got down to his waist, and cock, she smiled and started to stroke it with her hands. Her hands massaged and rubbed it firmly, until it was hard again. She stroked it intently, and squeezed his balls teasingly. He groaned loudly, and strained, not willing to cum just yet. Her hands left his cock, and she straddled him. Taking him all in one thrust, she moaned as she touched base. 

She ground into him, going up and down slowly, squeezing her pussy walls against his cock. Going faster, she kissed his lips, sucked on his tongue, and massaged his chest. She was near to cumming again, so she thrust faster, until her cum coated his cock. Feeling this, he emptied his cum into her tight pussy, as she thrust and squeezed even harder, wanting all his cum in her pussy. She kissed him, resumed cleaning his body and face. Her pussy now filled with his cum, started to seep out, so she cleaned herself by fingering her cunt, letting her juice clean it away. They stood, let the water out of the tub, and dried each other up. 

Heading back into the bedroom, they pulled off the cum-soaked sheets, and tossed it in the hamper. Spreading clean sheets on, they gathered into bed, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep, with Monica in Bobby's arms.



The Heat of the Night



Topeka, Kansas, 1880. It had been an unmercifully hot summer that June, with days of 100 degrees and nights almost as hot. The Kimpards were one of the last great flourishing ranching dynasties of the Old West. 

Calvin Kimpard had taken over the family ranch, Robrey (named for its originators, his great-grandparents, Robert and Audrey Kimpard). Eighty years later, Calvin, his wife Cecelia, and their three children oversaw the ranch with an iron fist and admirable efficiency. They had several negroes employed to work their vast cotton, tomato, bean and onion fields, crops that netted the family substantial wealth and prominence. To the residents of Topeka, the Kimpards were THE Great American Success Story. 

Cecelia Kimpard (née Endicott) was an Easterner at heart. The raven-haired beauty of English and Finnish origin came to Kansas in 1861 (when it was granted statehood), at age 19, from Virginia. There, she met a tall, extremely handsome young man of twenty at a cotillion. Not satisfied with societal pleasantries alone, she slyly trailed the flaxen-haired young man with the chocolate-brown eyes until the two young people consummated a night of fire-hot passion in a gazebo by the moonlit river. Three months later, the now pregnant young woman was newly christened Mrs. Cecelia Endicott Kimpard. Six months after that, a son, Calvin Jr., was born, followed by daughter Angelica in 1867, and a second son, Jonathan, in 1871. 

The family was prosperous and well-liked by all, including their workers. Ethan Smith, their Black foreman, came to them after escaping a lynch mob in 1876. At 26, he was a large, powerfully muscled man whose well-toned form sparkled in the sun akin to an ebony statue. The family was taken to his gregarious laugh and tall tales, and he was a close bodyguard to the Kimpard children, whom he adored. More so, his eye more than occasionally wandered towards his mistress, whose lithe, nicely-proportioned body belied the fact that she had borne three children. It was a lust that had to be (obviously) well-hidden.

The summer of 1880 had been both a sad and joyous one, however. The elder Kimpard's mother and father had perished in a fire in their Alabama mansion, prompting a saddened and bereaved Calvin to prepare their three children for the trip south for the funeral. Cecelia had been in delicate health for the past two months, due to the fact that she was carrying Calvin's fourth child. At 38, her health would be complicated during the trip, and at Calvin's insistence, she stayed home, to be tended to in the house by Eloise and Isabel, her trusted nursemaids. 

Late one evening after tending to their mistress, Eloise and Isabel went up to their quarters to sleep, leaving Cecelia, at her own insistence, in the kitchen to finish baking pies for the church luncheon the next day. At nearly eleven in the evening, the young pregnant woman should have been asleep. But baking and cooking were tasks she relished with a passion. As she peacefully hummed to her unborn baby, there was aloud, fierce banging on the kitchen door. Alarmed, but worried that someone could be in danger, she cautiously approached the door and called out "Who's there?"

"Me, Miss Cecelia," a voice slurred on the other end.

"Ethan? Ethan, are you alright?" the concerned housemistress asked as she unbolted the door to let in the seemingly disoriented man. As Cecelia turned the knob, Ethan bolted in the kitchen like a flash of lightning, the strong, pungent odor of whiskey and cigars clung to his body, sweat drenching his bald head and beefy chest. 

"Oh my God Ethan! What's wrong with you? Are you drunk? Cecelia asked, horrified at his imposing, inebriated nature. 

"No time for words, Miss Cecelia. I been needin' this, now I'm bout ta get it," Ethan panted as he grabbed hold of Cecelia's waist and swung her pregnant body over the kitchen table. Cecelia Kimpard was thunderstruck as Ethan Smith, her family's foreman and protector, ripped off his perspiration-drenched coveralls, exposing a 50-inch chest, pure muscle. He pulled them down to his ankles and stepped out of them, revealing an unbelievably muscular and well-defined body. His was a body that was kept well-toned by many days of hard work. 

Overcome with fear, Cecelia parted her pouty lips to scream, a pair of lips that were covered with a massive hand. "No need for that, miss. I'm givin' you what you KNOW you want," Ethan said in a drunken, lust-filled state. Cecelia softly whimpered in the tablecloth as her dress became untied and her petticoat wound down around her ankles. 

"Stop! Stop right now at once! My husband will hear of this and you'll be strung up immediately!" housemistress Kimpard wailed. 

"I don't care!" Ethan hollered. "I want that good shit you keep hidden under 'dis here," he barked as he yanked off her girdle and panties, exposing a perfectly-shaven pubic area and a glistening vagina. "Oh yeah, miss, you gonna love 'dis!" Ethan panted, and with one fluid stroke, he smacked Cecelia's wet pussy with a very hard hand that made her shudder uncontrollably. "Yeah, I know, miss. I been a man who always took what I want. Now I want that pink snatch of yours," Ethan grunted as he balled up his huge fist and practically jammed it into Cecelia's shimmering sheath. 

"Ooooohhh!!!!" Mrs. Kimpard cried as her husband's Black foreman butchered her wet pussy with his right hand, pulling his fist in and out.

"Take it, miss. It ain't nothing compared to what you 'bout to get," Ethan grunted as he rammed his large hand in and out of Cecelia's swollen pussy. After a few more minutes of violating her throbbing vagina with his massive digits, Ethan pulled his hand out of Cecelia's wet folds and replaced the hurting sensation with his whiskey-soaked tongue. 

"Aaah, aah, ooh," Cecelia cooed as Ethan's tongue played with her delicate vaginal walls. Thoughts of her family, her loving husband and her children came and went as her body experienced magnificent sensations that Calvin never produced. "Aaaarrgghhh!! Oh my God! Oh Ethan!" Cecelia wailed as her ass-naked Black handyman lapped at her savory labia. 

"Oh yes! Oh that's good!" Ethan shouted as he brought his sweaty face up from his master's wife's lusty box. "I knew you needed this, miss," he breathed as he prepared to fuck her musky snatch.

"Fuck you, boy, I need THIS!!" Cecelia screamed as she grabbed hold of Ethan's rock-hard footlong. Deliriously, Ethan subjected himself to Cecelia's furious sucking and slurping. No teasing there. She immediately took his fat, hard log in her needy mouth. 

"Oooohhh, Miss!!" Ethan cried, oblivious to the sleeping nursemaids upstairs. The woman alternated between slathering his throat clogger and his egg-sized nuts with copious amounts of saliva. "Oh yes! That's so good!" the naked stud wailed as the pregnant beauty sucked his big black dick. Ethan threw his head back in ecstasy as Cecelia's bountiful breasts pressed against his large thighs. 

She devoured his manhood for a few more minutes until she panted, "Pleaseeee!!" Ethan knew what that meant, and swiftly propping Cecelia up on the kitchen counter, he drove his erect penis into her needy vagina. Pumping away at her nether region like a madman, perspiration poured off of his face and onto her heaving breasts. She gripped his thickly honed forearms as he bucked and brayed like an ass in heat. 

Cecelia involuntarily wrapped her slender ankles around Ethan's neck to the point of choking as the dark-skinned rapist filled her moistened, desperate cunt with his salty, lust-filled sex juice. Cecelia, overcome with an excitable deliriousness, slowly wiggled her spent body off of the counter, falling instantly into Ethan's bear-like grasp. No words were spoken as Ethan carried the much-satisfied, doubly inseminated housemistress to her bed, and then he took off to his shed to retire for the night.



The Heat of the Sun and of Passion



This story is pure fantasy, written by a male, from a female point of view (I hope).

*

Isn't it funny how you go on holiday and wake up at the normal workday time? I used to think it was unbelievably annoying until one holiday a couple of years ago. One thing that gets me horny is warm sunshine, in winter I still enjoy sex, but as the spring sun warms the earth my sap really starts to rise. 

Imagine how I was feeling after a couple of days into a 2 week holiday in Greece!! My husband Mark and I, had decided to take a break and booked into a holiday complex of small villas. They were almost new, each was set in its own area and thoroughly modern, including large windows which gave a wonderful view over the site to the sea beyond. On the second day I awoke at the normal work day time of 6:30 and just knew I wasn't gong to be able to get back to sleep. My thoughts turned to coffee, so I slipped out of bed and went to put the kettle on. I hate the chill feel after the warmth of bed, so I slipped my bath robe on over my shoulders and went in search of the kettle.

After filling the kettle and flicking the switch, I wandered into the lounge to take a look at the view. The villas were built on a slight hill and staggered so that there was a view through as the hill was not that steep and there were 3 rows of buildings. Ours was in the third row. The sun was already climbing in the sky and thoughts of those warm rays upon my body later in the morning made me start to feel quite moist down below. Somewhere in the background, the kettle finished boiling and almost on auto-pilot I wandered back to pour the coffee. By now I was really aware of that tingle of excitement between my legs and tried to put it out of my mind, concentrating instead on making the hot drink.

Returning to the lounge I pulled a chair round to sit near the window so that I could enjoy the drink and view at the same time. I hadn't bothered to tie the front of my robe, so I sat there with a gap down the middle, breasts covered and legs together, coffee in hand and began to think again of the warm sunrays washing over me as I sat by the pool. 

There it was again. That slight tingle and flush of sexual excitement. Certain that Mark would remain asleep for at least another hour, I decided that if I was to be relieved, I would have to do it myself!!! I considered moving to another room, but it was still early and there was nobody about so I allowed my hand to wander down between my legs, where my fingers discovered to first hint of dampness around my pussy lips. Aware that the curtains were open and that anyone might walk by at any moment, I kept my legs as close together as I could, whilst allowing my hand to work its magic. My breasts remained covered by my robe.

After a couple of minutes of warm pleasure, I was suddenly aware of movement out of the corner of my eye. I had thought about the possibility of people coming along the path between the villas, but not about others being awake in the villas opposite, especially at this hour of the day. But how wrong I was, even now someone in the building opposite was opening the French window in the lounge. I stopped and pulled my hand away quickly, glancing down to see if anything was on show, all was in order. Our neighbour turned out to be quite nice looking. I estimated in his late forties, tanned and from what I could see, the owner of a not bad at all type of body. He too was wearing a bathrobe, his tied loosely around the middle, but gaping enough to show a smooth chest and no real hint of a beer belly. He didn't seem to notice me as he propped the doors open on the stays fixed to the villa wall, eventually returning inside without even looking my way. 

Wary now of my "near miss" I returned to my prior activity, keeping one eye out for his return, or other early risers. Another minute or two had passed, when I noticed another movement at the edge of my vision. Once again there was movement in the villa opposite. A flash of white and the side of a face, peering round the corner of the wall out through the open window. Crafty bugger! He must have seen me earlier, opened the windows without looking over and hidden round the corner to perv some more!!!

Well that really got the juices flowing. I am normally quite modest and keep myself covered, I am one of those who takes a few days to pluck up courage to take my bikini top off on holiday. By which time my breasts are beaming out white as the driven snow against my tanned body. All a bit self defeating really, but it's just the way I am. Once sexual arousal takes over though, I loose all inhibitions and abandon all morals!!! Well, I though, if he wants to look, lets give him something to look at.

Turning slightly to align my body with direct line of sight to his window, I started running my hand up and down the inside of my thigh, at the same time allowing my legs to part. My robe, which was still on but undone, flopped to both sides as I did so. I checked to see if my chest was still covered, after all, it wouldn't do to let him see too much at this stage. My pussy, which I had had completely waxed for the holiday felt great as the air was allowed to circulate around it. I couldn't wait any longer, my hand glided up to the top of my thigh and I allowed a finger to tentatively probe and slide in to my wet hole. All the while I maintained my gaze across at the other villa. After a few minutes of sliding first one finger then two deeper and deeper into myself, I allowed my free hand to wander up and uncover my right breast. The nipple felt hard and was sticking out like never before. God this felt good, quickly I swept aside the robe covering the other breast and this too was equally aroused. My reward for this action was that my neighbour took a step to one side revealing the fact that he was watching me. I wasn't able to see any flesh, but I knew that he was rubbing himself in time with my own movements.

I removed my fingers from inside my, by now, soaking vagina and started rubbing my clit, using the pussy juices for lubrication. My clit felt hard and swollen and responded eagerly to my touch. It wasn't long before I was rubbing furiously and close to cumming. My pussy was gaping wide, not knowing that there was no penis close by that needed accommodating. All at once I felt that first wave of orgasm pass over me, knowing it was going to be a biggie. When it hit every nerve in my body tingled, every muscle twitching in excited harmony. As the orgasm waves subsided, I looked across at my voyeur. As I did so he slipped away into the shadows, presumably to reach his own orgasm. I hoped he would be seeing me in his minds eye as he shot his load of cum. I couldn't help thinking this was a waste, but there was nothing to be done.

The rest of the day passed normally with holiday tasks such as sunbathing and eating. Sex with Mark that night was particularly torrid as I allowed my thoughts to wander back to that mornings events and my voyeur.

The next morning dawned much the same as the previous day. I awoke early and unable to lay in bed, wandered downstairs in search of coffee. As I passed through the lounge I noticed that the doors opposite were already open. Surely he wasn't expecting a repeat performance? Smiling to myself I went through the kettle coffee ritual and wandered into the lounge. Was it my imagination or did I really spot movement just inside the villa opposite? Well, there was only one way to find out, let's sit in the chair and see!! Just then an idea hit me, why not open my doors as well. The benefits of not having glass between us would surely prove worthwhile, giving him a reflection free view might just encourage him a bit further out of the shadows!!!

I tied my robe very loosely and wandered over to the window. As I slid the bolts, I knew he was there. I could just see the side of his head peering around the wall alongside the window. Once again I felt the beginnings of the same thrill as yesterday, exposing myself to a complete stranger was clearly a big turn on for me as I already felt a stirring down below. I made a bit of a hash of securing the door stays and allowed my right breast to fall out of my robe as I did so, this was really the thrill of a lifetime. Slowly I returned inside and positioned myself in the chair, making sure the angles were right to give him the perfect view. Determined to keep things as slow and sexy as possible, I took my time revealing my body to him. I also made sure that my fingers did not get too carried away and bring me off too early. This morning certainly seemed warmer than yesterday, although the breeze was still lightly wafting over my pussy, heightening the sense of pleasure as I rubbed at its baldness. Suddenly I was filled with the urge to expose myself completely to him. Slowly I stood up and allowed my robe to slip from my shoulders and onto the floor. 

I suppose I was hoping for a response from opposite but none came. He was still there and I knew instinctively that he was still rubbing himself and looking at me through our open windows. Again I returned to the chair, this time keeping my back to him and bending forward using the chair as a support. Standing bent over, still rubbing at my pussy I turned my head back over my shoulder in the direction of my voyeur. My heart jumped and crashed against my ribs when I realised that he too had stepped out of the shadows and slipped off his robe. I was treated to the glorious sight of his naked body and erect penis being slowly stroked. His eyes were burning down onto my sopping wet pussy taking in every last movement of my fingers. 

I couldn't believe the size of his cock. It was a full 9 inches and thick too. I had never seen anything like it, except in the internet porno movies that my husband has downloaded. I have always wondered if these things really existed, or were they somehow as false as the breasts of the girls that they shagged and DP'd for megabyte after megabyte. Once again my excitement overcame me and I was quickly close to cumming. With one swift movement I pushed my hand back down as far as it would go and curled my fingers round and into my pussy. This final thrust was all it took and as the orgasm overtook me I saw my voyeur buckle at the knees, shooting pulse after pulse of warm cum onto the tiled floor in front of him. 

My knees also gave way and I slumped forward into the chair, unable to move for a few moments. Once I had regained my motor functions I turned back to the villa opposite, but once again my voyeur had gone.

After my early morning fun, I went and had a shower, just in time for Mark to awaken. After breakfast we decided to visit a beach in the next town and spend the day there. We arrived at the beach to find that it was already quite busy, but there were a number of sun beds available for hire. We chose a spot a little way back from the water and settled in for a long lazy day.

The sun was really beating down and despite the sunshade that we had also hired, I asked Mark to apply some sunscreen as I felt sure I would get burnt. I felt that it was time to go topless and as I have mentioned, this is always a big step for me, but I had always got a thrill out of people admiring my body and knew all would be OK once I had done it. The breeze which blows off the sea all day was already in full swing and the air tugged and swirled at my nipples and made them quite hard. That, together with the lovely feeling of the sunscreen being rubbed in made them stick out even further.

As I settled back into the chair I noticed I was being watched. The truth is always stranger than fiction and I was thrilled to notice that the eyes watching me now, were the eyes which had watched me for the last two mornings! Those eyes belonged to a very handsome man, a very handsome man indeed. He was accompanied by a slim and quite young looking girl who was also topless. But he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at me!!

Once again I felt that thrill run through me and the familiar moistness starting to form between my legs. What a thrill it would be to expose myself to him here. Shame he was lying on his front - I couldn't see the effect I was having. I was half way through my daydream (just getting to the good bit), when he turned to his companion and spoke, they both looked over our way and I noticed that Mark was living up to his nickname of Pervo and looking at my friends companion. Lucky for him, she chose this moment to sit up, astride the sun bed and facing us. Even luckier for him, she reached over, took a bottle of lotion and proceeded to smear it all over her shoulders and breasts. The latter took quite a long time to complete, presumably she felt the need to cover them thoroughly for health reasons - NOT. She was deliberately teasing Mark, still I couldn't moan, I had been entertained by her man and had enjoyed my time watching him. So perhaps it was fair. 

The rest of the day passed slowly and erotically every so often one or other of us ladies keeping the sexual tension going by rubbing our breasts with liberal amounts of sun cream. Mark had been keeping us supplied with drinks from a nearby beach bar all day, but I thought it was probably time I did my bit and went to get one myself, anyway I needed to stretch my legs. I had hoped that our neighbour would follow me as I knew they were drinking from the same bar and lo and behold, he did.

There was quite a queue at the bar and people were lined up all along it. I took my place behind a couple of guys and my voyeur friend took his behind me. I don't know whether it was the heat of the sun or the heat of the erotic day, but I swear I could feel his body burning into mine. I had slipped a lightweight chiffon top over my bare breasts before I made my way over and my friend had just walked up in his shorts. A man laden with drinks started to make his way back to the beach and headed for the gap between me and the guy in front. Looking back, there may have been enough room, but it wouldn't do to spill a nice cool drink on a day like that would it? I took a sharp step backwards, quite deliberately, straight into the arms of my voyeur. As I reversed firmly into him I could feel his semi erect manhood pressing into me - what a thrill. Turning to apologise I looked straight into is eyes, what eyes they were too, burning with desire - I went momentarily weak at the knees.

"Oh, Hi" I said, rather lamely, "Sorry, I hope I didn't tread on your foot". What a stupid thing to say, I knew I hadn't trodden on him, I also knew what part of him I had contacted most firmly!! 

" No, not at all" he said "in fact I doubt if I would have noticed anyway". 

He smiled and gazed through my eyes, deep into my soul. I went weak again. It was one of those awkward moments where you are not sure what to say and are reluctant to say anything for fear that it will be stupid. He was the first to speak.

"Forgive me if I am speaking out of turn, but I have so enjoyed the last couple of mornings, you really do know how to get my juices flowing" he said. 

Before I knew what was happening, a stream of words came flooding out of my mouth, "Why thank you" I said, "you don't have to hang around in the shadows, come over and get a closer look". 

Where these words came from I do not know, it was certainly me speaking - I recognised the voice! but the thought had not been constructed in my head and then spoken, I was shocked. My friend raised an eyebrow and said "Oh, so you really are brazen aren't you? - just how I like things to be!!" 

" Well" I said, continuing on "We will just have to see how brazen we can get then!!!!" More words from nowhere - I really was being brave, mind you, it was a side of me that I didn't know existed until a couple of days before. 

The rest of the conversation is now a bit of a blur, more flirting and blatant offers to see me close up, I turned back to face the bar, moved gently back and allowed my hand, which was conveniently placed behind me, to gently caress his cock. It felt wonderful, not fully erect, but halfway there. I couldn't wait to see it again. I got served and walked back to my place on the beach, my friend followed me back and the rest of the day continued as it had started, Mark admiring my friends companion, me admiring my friend, willing him to look over as I parted my legs or applied even more sun lotion. At the end of the day, we went back to our respective accommodation. 

Mark and I made love, the kind of urgent love one makes after a day of erotic thoughts. I am sure Mark was just as keyed up as I was, thinking about the pert little breasts that had been keeping him from his book all day. Me, well I was dreaming about the next morning, wanting to show myself and feel that level of desire once more. We went out for dinner, had a nice meal and went to bed tired and satisfied, I knew I would be awake early.

The next day dawned as before. Mark sleeping the sleep of the dead, the sun beginning to warm the earth, already hotter than we are used to in the UK, my womanhood hotter than I though possible. Slowly I crept into the lounge and opened up to the new day. 

He was there already. The doors to the house were open and he was seated in an armchair, looking across the path with a glass of orange juice in his hand. He raised his glass as in a toast, took a sip and licked his lips, hopefully in anticipation of what was to come. I took my place in my chair, leant back and slowly parted my legs, this would be good. I closed my eyes and thought about my only physical contact with my friend. My hand wandered to my thigh and brushed aside my robe. My other hand slid inside my robe and started to caress my breasts. My nipples were hard and sensitive already, I laid back and enjoyed the sensations, eyes firmly closed, hands working slowly and systematically across my body. 

I allowed my robe to fall open.

Both hands now between my legs, I felt my clit hard and wet. I slipped a finger into my vagina, open and willing, moist and welcoming. I had the urge to taste my scent. I slipped the finger out and into my mouth, it was warm and musky. God it was good. Without opening my eyes I allowed my hand to return to my crotch. Suddenly I became aware of the feeling I had experienced in the bar queue. The feeling of another being in close proximity, radiating heat and wanting. I kept my eyes closed, knowing that he was there. I wanted him to fuck me so badly, but I also wanted the experience to last. A hand, very gently, laid on my shoulder. I smiled, knowing he was looking at my face. The hand slid down to my left breast, a single finger tracing the outline of my areola. 

I let out a soft moan, and thrust my fingers deep into myself. Another hand, just as gentle as the first, moves across my other breast. I know he is standing astride me. Slowly I open my eyes and witness for the first time at close quarters his magnificent penis. It is hard and beating gently in time with his heart. The very end is moist with pre cum and seems to beckon to my lips. I lean forward and take it into my mouth.

The taste is superb, it is of a great size and solid, he is clearly very aroused. I slid my mouth down as far is I can get, sucking, knowing that the juices in there are on their way to me. But not too soon I hope. He knew it too. He pulled away and kisses me on the top of my head. He moved away and knelt on the floor on front of me. I knew what was coming next, but that in no way dulled the sensation of feeling those first tentative strokes of his tongue on my clit and lips. I thrust myself forward, willing him to probe further. It had the desired effect. he pushed his tongue in and lapped up my juices like a hungry cat. I so wanted him to screw me. Out of nowhere the voice spoke again, "fuck me, fuck my cunt hard and give me your cum". I had no idea where these words came from, they just seemed to surface within me. 




The Heated Snow Fall



As I gazed out the window waiting to hear from you I could see the snow falling. It was breath taking. The flakes looked like giant feathers floating from a feather pillow fight from above. I moved to the window seat to watch the flurries fall to the ground. I couldn't help but let my mind wonder to the last time we were together when things were so intense and passionate. The way you swept me off my feet and carried me to the nearest spot to lay me down and make love to me. Oh the passion and the fire that we felt. The electricity that came from your lips as we kissed with the ignited passion.

The wetness between my legs surmounted as the thoughts raced through my head. I could barely stand waiting for you. I was already feeling the urgency to have you touch me, kiss me, make love to me. I wanted to feel your lips upon mine and feel your manhood inside my vaginal walls. I wanted you to make love to me like you are on fire. Like you want me like you have not ever longed for anyone else so much! I want to feel your tongue upon my lips in my mouth and yes suckling at my clit. I want you so bad. I never felt like this before. I have never longed to be touched the way you touch me. It was like a dream when you make love to me. The ecstasy overwhelms me and sweeps me away to a land beyond my control. Everything and everyone else around is no longer in existence when we are together. The fury of my desires goes wild when you are with me and we are as one!

I moved myself to the couch where I disrobed and began to explore my own body. Every touch was imagined to be yours. I ran my hands over my breasts stopping to massage and knead them feeling the erect nipples in my palms. I let one hand wonder on down till it found the wet mound of flesh between my legs. I parted the lips of my vagina and began to rub the clit gently and let slippery wetness glide my fingers around and into the hole of pleasure...moving my fingers in and out and around the nub feeling as though the touches were yours. I was letting my mind envision you as you explore my body and want my pleasures. I was almost at the height of ecstasy...I could feel the throbbing turning into an explosion and the juice pour out of my loins. The wetness ran down my buttocks and onto the cloth below. I laid there enjoying the after thought. 

I got myself dressed again and just in time too. The door bell rang and there you were standing there all handsome and just waiting to come in and take advantage of me. I shut the door and grabbed you into my arms and began to kiss you like no other time before. The heat and the passion was nothing like we had ever had. You swept me up again and began to move to the floor still kissing me and holding on to me. Telling me how much you had missed me and my touch. You were on fire for me. You longed to be touched by me and to touch me. 

I began to tear at your shirt and removed it so gently as we remained interlocked. We only tore ourselves apart to disrobe and then we were back at each other. Touching and caressing each inch of the others body. I caressed your back and felt the softness of your skin against mine. I came to your penis already rock hard from my touch I gently massaged it feeling the veins and the tip tracing the edges of the head feeling the opening in the tip. I then moved to place it into my mouth as I gently massaged it with my lips as my tongue moved over the skin and veins finding the opening in the head I parted it with my tongue and licked the insides as I heard you moan with pleasure and still you were caressing my skin arching your back wanting to have me pleasure you more. 

You moved and squirmed with passion as I continued to pleasure your manhood with my mouth. I engulfed him to the back of my throat and massaged him with my tonsils. I could hear the moans of passion escape from your lips. You were on fire. You moved to place you fingers inside my wet walls and began to dance inside me as you maneuvered our bodies into a 69 position you began to taste the juice that flowed from my lips. Suckling at the nub you broke my concentration as I began to wail and moan at the pleasure your brought to me. I could feel the eruption of my fluid spill into your mouth as you drank it up. I shook with convulsiveness under your tongue lashing against the walls lapping up every bit of my juices. I then removed myself from your moth and placed myself upon your hard rod and began to ride you with fury. I wanted to feel you deep inside my loins and feel your juices spew inside my walls. I rode you deep and hard, fast and furious with no gap in between motions. It was a repetition that could not be broken till I felt your manhood explode and the moans of ecstasy escape from your mouth. I arched my back as I continued to ride you as I could feel the throbbing of your volcano about to erupt. You held on to my buttocks as you tried to hold me onto your rod. The tight grip of your fingers held me onto your cock as you came with such force. I could see the intensity in your face and feel the pressure of the liquid inside my cave. Oh it was a delight to feel and see the pleasure and release of your desires. 

I collapsed in a heap of sweaty flesh upon your chest as you held me tight. Your heart beating fast and in time with mine as we were resting up for what was yet to come. I knew this was not going to be the last time we were together. The desire was too great for both of us. We were good together and for each other. I couldn't help but think, "What a great way to melt snow!"