3 comments/ 11560 views/ 0 favorites The Prom Night By: Doclube It was the day of the prom, both my sons have dates and by 4:00pm the house will be empty except for Karen and I. The thought of having the house to our selves was fantastic. Don't get me wrong, we love our boys whole-heartedly, but it always seems that they would barge into our bedroom at most inopportune times and catch us making love. Twenty years ago this wouldn't have bothered me, we would have put the kids back to bed and continued were we left off. But now, for me it is pretty much an unrecoverable situation. We now have a sign on our door; that reads: "if the door is closed, please knock before entering". But getting a teenager to listen, read, or do anything that you would like them to do is a joke. So we have to wait until late, or use days like today to play. Hell we even have to schedule sex around them! I'm sure most of you parents of teenagers can relate, and to the teenagers "Yes your Parents have SEX and PLEASE KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING!" I just had to throw that in! Soon it was time for them to leave, which really didn't come soon enough for me. Karen decided to go downstairs to check her e-mail, and I decided to check out XNXX.I started out flipping through some pics, and then decided to read some stories. We all have our own computers, and mine is in the bedroom for obvious reasons. It seems you can't look at porn with teenagers around. Anyone with kids knows what I mean. But today I don't have to worry about that...Yay! So I went into our bedroom, and fired up my computer. I checked my e-mail; then went to XNXX. As I looked out the bedroom door and noticed Karen was playing some Internet game, so I took the opportunity and opened the teen gallery. Any time Karen walks in and sees me checking out the teens she always asks me, "Aren't they a little young"? I just tell her that they are supposed to be of age, and if they wanted to show them selves then far be it from me to not check them out...lol. Anyways, while your playing games, I might as well do what I like best, and that is to look at Porn. Karen and I have been married for 24 years. She is 43 and I am 46. She feels that when I check these girls out that I don't love her or find her sexy anymore. I think she is just feeling old. But in all reality, that is not the case. Karen and I used to read (Playboy, Penthouse) when we first got married. She just lost her interest in porn, but I never did. Reading Playboy and Penthouse never bothered her, and then we would have some of the greatest sex after or even during. She just never got into the Internet porn, after the MPlayer site closed. But that is a whole other story in itself. Karen is still hot, she is 5'10, with wavy blond hair, long beautiful legs, and her tits are a nice 36c cup, with nipples that are to die for. She says her ass is getting fat, But I don't see it that way, besides it is great place to hold on to when I'm slamming my meat into one of the hottest pussy a guy could ever want. And let me tell you one thing, if we didn't have the constant interference from the boys, I would be fucking her every god given minute, and giving her the gushing orgasms that she deserves. Me I'm 5'9, with salt and pepper hair. I have big shoulders, and a work developed chest. Karen says I have a nice ass, and my cock is about 7in long, and has a nice girth. I have to say we are still pretty fit for being 40 plus. I had read down through 4or 5 stories, when I came to this one (Afternoon in the booth). I had just started reading the part when Jack and Carol were driving down the freeway, and Jack had convinced Carol into flashing her tits, then giving him head. I had thought to myself that this could have been a page from my own life. Karen and I have done pretty much the same thing on the way home from dropping our son off at Boy Scout camp! No, I never talked her into the peep show part, but had some nice rides on the freeway with the cruise on, and some of the hottest, wettest fucks that followed when we got home. So I looked out the door and told her about this story, I had just finished the story and was all horned up when Karen walked into the bedroom and saw the condition I was in; my cock was throbbing! I moved out of the office chair and sat on the edge of the bed so she could sit in front of the computer. She had on loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt, no bra, being she had gotten comfortable for the evening ahead of us. As she started reading the story, I saw her eyes light up, and not only were her eyes lighting up, but her nipples were standing up too! I knew she was getting into this story and it must have brought back memories like it did with me. I reached down and lifted her leg over my head so I could sit between her beautiful long legs. It was then I noticed the wet spot growing on the crotch of her shorts. While she read, I started rubbing the inside of her leg, from the knee to her now soaked shorts, lightly grazing my fingers over the fabric covering her dripping pussy. Karen had shifted her ass to the edge of the chair and spread her legs a little wider to give me more access, I couldn't help but to put my head between her legs and smell the alluring aroma of her freshly soaked, steaming pussy, God I love that smell, it just drives me wild! I sucked the pussy juice through the thin fabric, and kept nuzzling her clit, when all of the sudden, she grabbed me by the hair and picked my head from her drenched crotch. Panting heavily, she proceeded to take off her shorts and panties, and I proceeded to pull her t-shirt up over her head. As my beautiful, naked, wife sat back down, her sparkling lust glazed eyes met mine I knew she wasn't going to be able to take much more of the intense foreplay she was receiving. I let her pick up the story were she had left off, with all my distractions she had only made it half way through. I decided it was time to pay a little attention to her fantastic tits, but first I was wanted to strip down myself. Out of the corner of her lust filled eyes I caught her checking me out as I pulled off my t-shirt. She always loved my hairy chest. Then I took off my jeans. I had a raging hard on, it seemed like a tent pole, the way it was holding my boxers straight out. Karen reached over and started to stroke my cock, making it even harder. She helped me to remove my boxers and gave my cock a few licks. She took me all the way down her throat, glanced up at me and then slowly slid her mouth back up the length of my shaft. Just when I thought she had given up on finishing the story, she sat back down. This was my opportunity. As she was reading, I began to finger her pussy and playing with her clit. This drives her wild in normal situations, and this case was no exception. What surprised me was the intensity and the speed that she reached her first orgasm. She gushed all over my hand. I took her juice and rubbed it into her tits. I bent over and took her nipple into my mouth and started to vigorously suck on it. In a matter of seconds, I had her Cumming again. The combination of the pussy juice and her hardened nipples drove me insane with desire. I looked up at her and noticed that the story had long been forgotten. Her eyes had that lust glaze and she was moaning loudly. I knew that my beautiful wife was on the verge of having another intense orgasm. I braced myself against the edge of the bed, and positioned my now throbbing cock at the entrance to her sopping pussy. One quick push and I was buried to the hilt. Intent on making this last, I slowly withdrew so just the head was inside. I could feel her pussy pulsate. This was a completely new feeling for the both of us. We had never made love in the office chair, and it just seemed to make the whole experience even that much more intense. I slowly pushed back into her pussy and ground my hips against her pubic bone. Moaning even louder, my wife grabbed the arms of the chair and arched her back up. At this point, I began slamming into her again and again, the chair crashing into the wall and each thrust stimulating her clit as I shoved it in, and hitting her G-spot as I pulled back out. The pace and the position were just too much for her, I slammed into her and she literally exploded. Her orgasm was so intense that she gushed her juice around my cock and down my balls, even splashing up onto my belly. At that point, I lost it and filled her steaming pussy with load after load of my hot cum. As our orgasms subsided, my knees grew weak and I collapsed against my wife's chest. We lay there just holding each other feeling our hearts pounding and savoring the lust and love that we shared. I just want to say thanks to (Slut Wife) author of (Afternoon in the Booth) for one of the best love making sessions to date. The Prom Night I Never Dreamed Of * Author's Dedication * I don't care who she is! I don't care how much older or younger she is than you, whether it be 30 minutes or 30 years. I don't care how long you've known each other, whether it be 30 minutes or 30 years. I don't care if time and distance have kept you separated, whether for 30 minutes or for 30 years! You know her, you love her, and you want her - So go get her! And in the meantime, please enjoy this story, because I wrote it for you and the one you love. * I flung the cordless phone across my bedroom with all the strength I could muster and it slammed into the wall with a loud thud. Broken pieces of white plastic, as well as the two AA batteries and assorted other broken fragments scattered all over the floor. How could she do this to me? It was bad enough that Daddy wasn't going to be here, although I've grown quite accustomed to his absences; but now, Mom wasn't going to be here either. With my hair already immaculately done and my nails manicured and polished to absolute perfection, I flopped down on the edge of my bed, buried my face in my hands and sobbed. In less than five hours, my senior prom night; a night I'd been dreaming about since I started high school would finally be upon me. I think next to her wedding, senior prom is one of the most memorable events of a young woman's life. I had spent the better part of the last three months searching for that perfect dress, booked an appointment with my hairstylist and manicurist two months in advance, and spent my life savings on some of the most provocative Victoria Secrets lingerie, make-up and a hypnotic new fragrance that was guaranteed to melt any man's heart. It was going to be the most beautiful night of my life. I'm Julie Taylor; I'm eighteen years old and a senior at Clintondale High School in Clinton Township, Michigan; a suburban community just north of Detroit. I'm the third and youngest daughter of the Honorable State Senator Zachary Taylor and Doctor Amanda Taylor. My father is a former District Attorney of Wayne County, has served as State Senator for nearly six years and is now preparing for a run to become the next U.S. Senator from Michigan. In fact, he's up in the state capitol of Lansing right now to meet, greet, wine, dine, blow and snow whomever he must in order to secure some big campaign contributions. My mother is one of the most renowned pediatric surgeons in the nation and has just informed me that she has been called into surgery and will not be home in time to see me off to my prom. I shouldn't be so angry at her. I mean, it's not like she planned for this to happen or is in anyway enjoying it. Hell, when I hung up on her, she was just as upset and crying just as hard as I was. I love my mother with all my heart and I am so honored to be her daughter. Mom is truly a remarkable physician with an enormous heart and incredible surgical skill. In fact, people travel from all over the country; sometimes from all over the world to place their children in her care. My two older sisters: Lynn and Casey are both long since gone from the house. Lynn is 28, a graduate of the University of Michigan, married with two kids and now lives in San Francisco where she and her husband own their own architecture firm. Casey is 25, a graduate of Columbia University and lives in Washington D.C. where she works on the White House staff of President Obama. It drives my father berserk that she won't leave that position to join his campaign. What can I say, Casey's got brains. She's also a Democrat where my father is a Republican. God, do I hate Thanksgiving at our house! How my mother juggled her medical schooling and her career and still raise her three daughters, with little or no help from my father, except in election years, is beyond me. All the more to her credit of the remarkable human being that she is. Okay, enough about my family; now on with my story: With time slipping irretrievably into the past, I realized that there was nothing I could do about the situation; it was what it was. There was a very ill little girl that needed my mother's care and attention far more than I did today. Looking at my watch as I pulled myself together, I still had more than five hours before my boyfriend Scott would be picking me up. Scott Cameron and I had been dating since early in our junior year. He was the first boy to ever ask me out and I was nuts about him; well, most of the time anyway. At least I think I am. He is tall, if somewhat lanky; nearly a full foot taller than me, ruggedly handsome and very agile. His hair is sandy blond and he has deep brown eyes. He is the captain of the varsity basketball team and is going to be riding a full athletic scholarship to Duke University in the fall. Not the sharpest pencil in the box academically by any means; in fact it was because of his lack of academic excellence, so to speak, that brought us together in the first place. I was a student tutor and I happened to be the one available when he came into the study hall. I say I'm nuts about him most of the time because Scott has a rather deep affection for the drink. Like most high school jocks, Scott loves to drink beer and smoke a little weed with his buddies as they go to parties on weekends. And like most jocks, when they drink too much, they become assholes! Don't get me wrong, Scott has never been physically abusive or forced himself upon me sexually, but he does have a tendency to let his mouth run and he can say some pretty hurtful things. Not too long ago, we had a fight about his Algebra grade and he told me that I needed to remember who he was and that I should be honored that he chose me, a dorky bookworm, when he could have had any of the really hot chicks at our school. That really hurt. True, I'm no cheerleader, and yes, I am what most people would consider a bookworm and a nerd. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I love school, I love learning and I'm not all that fond of sex; though I'm definitely built for it. Just to give you an idea that will perhaps help you better enjoy my story, I'm most certainly my mother's daughter. Though I'm not nearly as tall as she is, I was blessed with just about every gorgeous physical and intellectual attribute that Doctor Amanda Taylor possesses. Where Mom stands nearly 5'10, I'm just barely 5'5; but that's about the only difference between us. My hair, like hers, is a stunning shade of dark auburn; long, full and flowing down to the middle of my back. Of course Mom, now being 53, has the beginnings of grey and she wears it a lot shorter. Our skin is gorgeous alabaster, silky smooth to the touch and you will not find a single blemish or a smidgen of fat to pinch anywhere on either one of us. We jog between six and ten miles a day, together when Mom's schedule permits, work our abs to death in 300 crunching sit ups and during the summer, we add swimming 50 to 75 laps a day to our workout regiment. Our hips, thighs and ass are scrumptiously lean and immaculately round and our legs are ripped with the most exquisite feminine muscle definition. Our teeth are a gorgeous string of sparkling white pearls, our lips are full, succulent and pouting and our breasts are pert and supple 34 C cups. Okay, mine are 34 C's and Mom's are 34 D's. Oh well! And just like Mom, I was an extremely late bloomer. I was nearly sixteen before I started to break out of the shell of a little girl. I was as thin as a rail, no chest, no hips, no ass or legs. My face was covered with pimples, I wore glasses and braces. Jesus Christ, I was pathetic. I hung out with girls I'd known since kindergarten and none of us ever had to worry about going to parties, dances, or out on dates, etc. But nature finally decided to act upon me and between my sophomore and junior year, I went through a metamorphosis that mortified and to some extent, alienated my friends. Sure, they all grew up too, but the transformation in them was not nearly as profound and refined as it was in me. By the time my junior year began, I had become a stunning woman, had abandoned my glasses, lost my braces, my pimples vanished and for the first time in my life, I was turning the heads of the guys into near whiplash. And even though I was so thrilled to be getting such attention, I also found myself in limbo. Despite who my parents were, I was a virtual outcast among the cool and popular crowd, and now, I was estranged from the band of nerds and social misfits too. But that's when I met Scott, and there were a couple of friends that remained loyal to me despite the cruelties and kindness of nature. But now, as I stare at myself in the mirror across from my bed, I suddenly realize that nobody is going to be here to help me put on my make-up and dress. Mom and I had been talking about this moment for weeks and she was so excited to share it with me. She had been through it with both Lynn and Casey and the fact that this was going to be her last time to send a daughter off to senior prom, made it all the more important to her. But now that was not going to happen. I was tempted to get pissed off again, but I knew that as much as my heart hurt right now, Mom's was hurting even more and my eyes welled with tears. I frantically searched my mind for somebody I could call to help me, but I was coming up blank. I knew both my sisters would love to help, but they both lived thousands of miles away. All my aunts and cousins likewise lived out of state and both my grandmothers had long since passed away. I debated calling a couple of my friends, but I knew that neither of them had found dates and I didn't want to rub it in their face. We had recently moved into a new neighborhood and I didn't know any of the neighbors very well, so that was out. I know it sounds crazy that an eighteen year old girl is so uncomfortable about putting on her own make-up, but even though I've turned into a "babe" on the outside, I'm still a nerd at heart. Yes, I am totally clueless. Then suddenly it hit me; if my own mother couldn't help me, what about my boyfriend's mother? I sprang off my bed and snatched my cell phone out of my purse. Pressing Scott's speed dial key, I lifted my razor phone to my ear and waited breathlessly as it rang. After the fourth ring, my heart again began to sink. Mrs. Cameron wasn't home. "Hello." Mrs. Cameron's soft and sweet voice echoed over the line. My heart began thundering with tremendous excitement as my stomach fluttered. I nearly started to cry again. "Hi, Mrs. Cameron. It's Julie." I said, trying to contain my elation. "Well hi, sweetheart." She said warmly. "How are you?" Mrs. Cameron always called me by an adoring pet name. Her particular favorite was sweetheart, but she'd often use sweetie, honey or baby. If there was a woman in the world that could possibly be more beautiful than my mother, it was Stephanie Cameron. "I'm okay." I said. "Scott's not hear right now, sweetie." Mrs. Cameron said. "He's over at a friend's house and that's where they were planning to dress and leave from. The limo is going to pick them up there, and then they're plan is to pick you lovely ladies up and make the rounds so us old fart folks can take some pictures." She continued. "Oh, I can't wait to see you in your dress, sweetie. You are so beautiful and I know you're going to look like a princess." "Well, that's why I'm calling, Mrs. Cameron." I said almost hesitantly. "Sweetie, how many times have I asked you to call me Stephanie? Mrs. Cameron makes me feel like an old woman." She chuckled. "Sorry. I really need your help, Stephanie." I said. "What's the matter, honey?" She asked. I went on to explain that Mom had been called into emergency surgery and that she wouldn't be able to help me get ready for the prom. I told her that this night meant the world to me and I wanted to look the best I ever had, and I didn't trust myself to do it alone. I had barely started my list of people that I knew would, but couldn't help when she stopped me mid sentence. "I'd love to help get you ready, Julie." She said. "In fact, I'd be honored." I could almost feel her exhilaration and see her beaming, beautiful smile through the phone. "Oh thank you so much." I said, again practically on the verge of tears. "You're more than welcome, sweetie. You just bring yourself, your dress and your make-up on over and I'll do the rest, okay." Stephanie assured me. "Thank you" I staggered. "You're welcome, honey. See you in a few minutes." Stephanie said. I slapped my phone shut and nearly spun out of control and tore myself apart trying to do a thousands things and go a thousand directions at once. Taking a deep breath, I slipped on my flip-flops and quickly packed up all my make-up into my travel case. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I wondered if I should change my clothes first for I was wearing an old and ratty white T-shirt that was two sizes too big and an old pair of those polyester gym shorts that most schools issued for their physical education classes. While most people hated those shorts, I personally liked them. They made my ass look divine. I decided to just leave things as they were. I carefully took up my dress that was still concealed in the zipper case it had come from the store in, along with my shoes and my sinful lingerie. I snapped up my purse, pulled out my car keys and threw on my sunglasses. It's only about a ten minute drive from my house in Clinton Township to Scott's house in Roseville. As I drove, I actually began to relax. Then suddenly it dawned on me that Stephanie would obviously want to see my dress before I put it on and hence, she would also see the lingerie I was going to wear underneath. I could only imagine what might go through her mind about just what my intentions were for her baby boy that night. In all honesty, I really didn't have any. I just really like the way the lingerie made me feel. Somehow I didn't think she'd buy that, but then again, she was a woman too. I pushed it from my mind and decided I'd cross that bridge if and when I came to it. I pulled into Scott's driveway at about a quarter to two and Stephanie was sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch of the house reading a book. When she heard me drive in, she looked up and her face radiated a kind of happiness I'd never seen on it before. Stephanie Cameron has always had a beautiful smile, but today, it was absolutely breathtaking. As I came around to the passenger side to unload my gear, Stephanie came almost skipping down the front walkway toward me. Again, if there was a woman who could possibly be more beautiful than my mother, it was Stephanie Cameron. At 47 years old, she looked not a day over 30 and for a woman who'd given birth to four children, two at one time in Scott's two oldest brothers, Stephanie's body was immaculately shaped and exquisitely ripped with incredibly sexy feminine muscle definition. Her stomach is perfectly flat while her waist is sexily narrow and sinfully trim. Her arms are long and beautifully toned, much like willow branches, and her legs - Oh My God! Long, lean and so sexy; especially today, for they were wrapped up in a tight pair of faded blue jeans that accentuated her heavenly hips, thighs and ass. Wearing a soft white, low cut top that clung tightly to her lean and slender torso, her pert and sumptuously round 36 D-cup breasts and cleavage shouted MILF to the entire world. Stephanie's hair, like mine, is long, full and flowing as it drapes down between her shoulder blades in a gorgeous shade of shiny brown without the slightest hint of grey and today it is pulled back in a ponytail. While most women her age prefer to wear their hair much shorter, Stephanie's looks too perfect to even consider such a travesty; and the way it cradles and sets out her beautiful face is nothing short of divine inspiration. Yes, my boyfriend's mother is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and the fact that she is single mystifies me. Stephanie and her husband John divorced when Scott was only seven; nearly twelve years ago. John Cameron moved up to Traverse City, Michigan and took custody of the twins, Allen and Craig, who are now 24 and both studying for their Master's abroad. Stephanie kept custody of their third son Luke, who is now 21 and going to school at Michigan State in Lansing, and of course, Scott. John Cameron remarried within two years of their divorce and has since divorced and remarried again. Yet for some reason, Stephanie has never remarried or to my knowledge, ever seriously dated anybody. Even though I've only known her for a couple of years, Stephanie and I have become rather close. In a lot of ways, I'm the daughter she never had. For some reason, Scott would always have me over on Saturdays and Sundays, along with all his friends to watch all the college football and professional football, basketball, baseball, auto racing - all that shit! Sorry, if you're a sports fan. Anyway, once the boys would get all wrapped up in their games, it gave me and Stephanie a chance to talk and overtime, we became close friends. I love Stephanie very much. Sometimes, I think I'm fonder of her than I am of her son. She's a very special friend, a wonderful person and I'm honored that I can fill the void of the little girl she always wanted. Stephanie was as giddy as a school girl as she took me in her arms and squeezed me in a very warm embrace and I breathed her in deeply. Stephanie always smells so clean and fresh; that combined with Coco-Chanel, her favorite perfume, makes her overall aroma intoxicating and hypnotic. I love to hug her. Stephanie asked if I wouldn't mind pulling my car into the garage because her landscaping crew was coming by that afternoon to mow her lawn. I pulled my car into the garage and Stephanie helped me collect all my stuff and then led me into the house. I'd never seen her so exuberant before and that's when it finally struck me that this was like a dream come true for her. Having had four sons, Stephanie has never had the opportunity to help a daughter get ready for a wedding, a prom or a date or anything of that nature. Even though my own mother was heartbroken that she couldn't be here for me, I took comfort in the fact that she had already had this experience with Lynn and Casey; but Stephanie had never had it at all, so I was delighted that I could do this for her. Stephanie led me upstairs to her bedroom and sat me down in front of her rather elaborate make-up station. Though I'd spent a great deal of time with her in this house, I'd never seen her bedroom before. It was a cavernous room with enormous bay windows, double bay doors that opened out to a small balcony overlooking the backyard, not to mention a huge closet and presidential size bathroom suite. There was a four posted king size bed with a canopy on top and draped with see through silk curtains. The room smelled of a delectable aroma of equal parts cinnamon potpourri and Coco-Chanel. As Stephanie went to work on my face, we chatted like a couple of giddy sisters and I brought her up to speed on what Lynn and Casey were up to. Stephanie was a die hard Obama/Biden supporter in the 2008 Presidential Race and when she learned that Casey was now on President Obama's White House staff, she was constantly dogging me about how she was doing. I think she was more interested if Casey knew and was friendly with First Lady Michelle Obama. About half an hour went by and Stephanie was really starting to get excited as she was seeing the fruits of her labor take shape on my face. When she finally let me look at myself in the mirror, I nearly fell out of my chair. I didn't recognize the young woman staring back at me; not in the least. Whoever it was in the mirror was without a doubt the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. She was a goddess of immaculate beauty and divine grace. She was gorgeous; and believe it or not, she was me. Again, I about started to cry; not so much because of how beautiful I could be, but because I saw the look on Stephanie's face in the mirror behind me - it was indescribable and it filled me with a warmth and a contentment I'd never known. I was so humbled that I could make this beautiful woman so happy just by letting her be a part of my life like this. It meant the world to her and it meant the world to me too. The Prom Night I Never Dreamed Of Stephanie spun me around to put some finishing touches on me and it was then that we heard Scott's car pull into the driveway and I immediately got very nervous. Like a bride on her wedding day, I didn't want him to see me until he picked me up for the dance itself. We heard the front door open and close. Stephanie got up to close her bedroom door as we heard Scott's footsteps come clumping up the stairs. That's when I heard something I wasn't expecting and something I'll never forget and neither will Stephanie. Scott was whispering to somebody and that somebody was another girl. I suddenly couldn't breathe as I listened to her giggling, followed by what I know for a fact was the sound of lips smacking together. Then we heard Scott's bedroom door slam. Stephanie stood motionless at her bedroom door for a few seconds and then she looked over at me piteously. Her face spoke volumes as I knew she was already feeling the agony I was about to endure. By now my heart was pounding so hard that my chest actually hurt and my entire body began to tremble. At that moment, time seemed to slow down and everything moved in slow motion. I suddenly felt myself rising to my feet and following Stephanie out of her bedroom and down the hall toward Scott's room. All I could hear was the echo of my heart pounding in my ear and my own short and shallow breaths. As we approached his door, I thought I might have heard something else, very faint behind my pounding heart. Trying with all my energy to focus, the distant sounds soon became giggling and orgasmic moaning coming from beyond Scott's door. Stephanie turned the knob and pushed the door open and my worst fears were suddenly reality. Scott was having sex with another girl. The next thing I knew I was running. Running back toward Stephanie's room. My eyes were flooded with tears and my vision was completely blurred. Still the world moved in slow motion and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't seem to move any faster. I soon found myself in the bathroom suite of Stephanie's bedroom, had slammed the door and slumped down on the commode, sobbing uncontrollably as I buried my face in my hands. Before long I began to see all the make-up that Stephanie had worked so hard in applying now running all over my hands. I heard distant and indistinct yelling, screaming and shouting from beyond the bathroom door. The vocal tones were quite distorted and very slow, but I could make out at least two different speakers: one male and one female. I then heard some loud thumping and bumping followed by the sound of Scott's car starting and tires screeching on the pavement as the car sped away; the engine fading into the distance. It was then that the world seemed to resume a normal sense of balance and speed. Through my sniffing, sobbing and snorting, I heard very gentle knocking on the bathroom door, followed by Stephanie's soft and sweet voice. "Julie? Julie, sweetheart? Are you okay?" For a brief instant, I thought maybe I was actually beginning to bring myself under control for my sobbing had almost stopped. But no sooner did I hear Stephanie's soft voice through the door, asking if I was okay, did I completely come apart again. A few seconds went by and my nose was suddenly flooded with Stephanie's delightful scent and I soon felt myself being pulled gently forward. My head soon came to rest on Stephanie's shoulder as her arms went around me and all but consumed my petite frame in her much larger yet very loving and comforting embrace. I felt as though I was wrapped up in a blanket as the warmth of Stephanie's body emanated all around me. "Oh baby, I am so sorry." Stephanie said through her own tears. "I don't think I've ever been more ashamed to call that boy my son than I am right now. I don't even know who that was." Wrapped tightly in her consuming and loving embrace, I could feel Stephanie's body quivering, almost shaking, and I could hear her sobbing right along with me. And as bad as I felt at that moment, my heart suddenly found itself pitying Stephanie more than myself. I couldn't even begin to truly fathom how terrible she must feel. How embarrassed and how ashamed that her son, her own flesh and blood could treat another human being so cruelly. Especially his own girlfriend just a few hours before he's supposed to take her to the senior prom. Stephanie held me in her arms for what seemed like hours, both of us crying our eyes and hearts out right there on the commode in her bathroom. When we finally were able to gain some sense of composure, Stephanie slowly released me and looked deep into my eyes as she gently caressed my face. With her eyes terribly puffy, full of tears and bloodshot, she then did something I wasn't expecting at all: she smiled. "What?" I sniffed. "Just look at you. Even now with your make up running and your eyes all puffy and red, you're still as beautiful as an angel." Stephanie said. I don't know if it was what she said or how she said it, but I was suddenly filled with an unexplainable peace and happiness. As beautiful of a woman as Stephanie was, to hear somebody of her caliber tell me how beautiful I looked, even now, made my heart sing. I smiled and even managed to scoff. Stephanie continued to gently caress my cheek and run her fingers through my hair; it felt really nice. "Sweetheart, I am so sorry about all this." Stephanie said. "It wasn't your fault." I told her. "He's still my son though. Never thought it would actually pain me to say that, but it does. God, I can't believe him. Little terd!" She replied. "But he's not you, Stephanie. You can't be held responsible for his actions." I said. "No, but his father sure can?" "What do you mean?" "That's exactly who he's like: A big, stupid, muscle headed moron." She continued. "Who doesn't know that the best woman in the world was right there in front of him the whole time." I replied. "Exactly." Stephanie said as she tapped the end of my nose and smiled. "No, I was actually talking about you Stephanie." I said. Stephanie beamed her beautiful smile as she was obviously deeply touched and she kissed me on the forehead. "Oh honey, your poor little face is a mess." She said, as I sniffed and snorted. "And now I've got it all over your shirt too." I said. Stephanie quickly surveyed her shirt and shrugged. "Oh well, it'll wash. Besides, I've got more shirts than I know what to do with. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Stephanie stood up and took a wash cloth and a hand towel out from the closet as she then wet down the wash cloth under the faucet. Returning to me still seated on the commode, she gently began to wipe my face with the warm and damp cloth. "There we go. Oh, and now you're hair's falling apart to." She said. "Just hasn't been my day I guess." I sighed. "Hey, don't worry. We'll fix it." She told me. "What does it matter now?" I asked, feeling sorry for myself. "Well, because I love your hair. I especially like it when you wear it down and long. It's so beautiful." Stephanie said as she smiled. Again I was overwhelmed with a rush of warmth and excitement flooding all through my body and I couldn't help but smile. It was so strange - deep down, I was actually more gratified and flattered by Stephanie thinking I was so beautiful rather than Scott. That such a beautiful, graceful, sophisticated and mature woman like Stephanie found me so attractive. I felt all mushy inside. We were silent for a moment as Stephanie continued cleaning up my face with the damp cloth, occasionally blotting it dry with the hand towel. I sat very contently, letting Stephanie take care of me, all the while enjoying her delightful scent and I soon became transfixed on her eyes; those deep and captivating baby browns. Letting my eyes wander all around her face and down her body, I suddenly began to see Stephanie in an entirely new light, though I wasn't exactly sure what that meant. I'd always thought she was gorgeous, but now she seemed absolutely breathtaking to me. Had she been a man, I might have actually been developing a crush on her. "Can I ask you something, Stephanie?" I said, finally breaking the silence. "Of course." She replied sweetly. "Well, I know it might not be any of my business; actually, I know it isn't." I babbled. "Okay." Stephanie replied. "I've always wondered why you've never remarried." I said hesitantly. Stephanie was silent for a little longer than I was comfortable with and she seemed to be frowning. I thought maybe I'd overstepped my boundaries and touched a subject she didn't want touched. "I'm sorry." I said. "No, it's okay." Stephanie told me. "Are you sure?" I asked carefully. "Of course." She replied. "It's just that you're such a beautiful woman. You've got a heart of gold, you're so smart and you always seem to be smiling. I would think men would be brawling savagely with each other just to get close to you." I continued quickly. "Well, that's very sweet of you to say, honey." Stephanie said. "Did Scott's father really hurt you that bad?" I asked. "Yes he did. It took me a long time to get over him." Stephanie replied. "Stephanie, I didn't mean to upset you, I just.." I started to say, but Stephanie cut me off: "No, it's alright honey." She said, and she swallowed hard. "It's just been a long time since anyone has cared enough to ask?" "Well, I do care about you." I told her. "I think a lot about you and wonder how lonely you might get." "Oh, I always have the boys. Even Scott when he isn't such an asshole." She said. "That's not what I mean." I replied. "I know. And no, I really don't get lonely. I go out more often than you think." Stephanie said. "Really? So you do date then?" I asked. Stephanie fell eerily quiet again and I could see that she was contemplating something very seriously in her mind; wanting to choose her words carefully. Finally she put down the rag she'd been cleaning my face with, took a deep breath as she casually folded her hands in front of her face as if she were praying. "Julie, I'm gonna tell you something. This is something I haven't shared with very many people. In fact, I haven't even shared it with my sons, okay? But I trust you very much." Stephanie said calmly. "Okay." I said, a bit on the apprehensive side. "Now, can you keep an open mind?" Stephanie asked. "I'm the daughter of a Michigan politician. I wouldn't be able to survive otherwise." I told her and both of us chuckled. "And you will keep this to yourself? This has got to stay just between you and me, okay?" Stephanie added. "Of course." I replied as I was starting to actually get worried. "Okay. Well, to answer your question: Yes, I do date. But for about the past two years, I've been dating women." As her confession filtered through my ears and into my mind, my first instinct was to call a spade. There was no way that such a beautiful woman could possibly be a lesbian. My second instinct was to revolt and back away from her because for an instant, I felt very exposed and vulnerable. Was she coming on to me? And then I thought, is that so bad? What?! Now my head was spinning. But as I looked into Stephanie's eyes, I felt them tugging on my heart. This woman was sharing with me something so very intimate and private; something that if it were let out, could be potentially detrimental to everything in her life. "Oh." I heard myself utter softly. "So, you mean like, you go out on dates with women?" "Yes." Stephanie replied. "Dates like with dinner, drinks and a movie?" I babbled. "Yes." Stephanie said as she almost giggled. "Hugging, kissing and sex too?" I continued to babble. "Sometimes." Stephanie almost laughed. "So you're a lesbian then?" I asked. "I don't know. It's possible. Some of the women I've been out with were full blown lesbians, yes. But some have been bi-sexual, and some are just like me - been married for a long time with kids, got divorced and are just kind of curious about their sexuality." Stephanie explained. "Oh. Okay." I said. "So, you're okay with me dating women?" Stephanie asked. "Why shouldn't I be?" I asked. "Well, because I thought it might make you uncomfortable to be around me seeing that you're a woman. You might think that maybe I'd come on to you or something." Stephanie replied. "Please." I joshed. "Look, I really don't care who you date - man, woman or animal; the important thing to me is that you're happy. So, does it make you happy to be with women?" I asked. Stephanie seemed to take her time and reflect on my question carefully. "Yes it does." Stephanie said. "Then that's all that matters." I told her and she smiled. "Thank you, sweetheart." She said. "It's still okay if I call you sweetheart, isn't it?" "Stephanie!" I scowled. "Okay." She giggled and we embraced. "Oh, and just so you know, I would never come on to you." "Okay. And just so you know - if I ever wanted a woman to come on to me, I would definitely want it to be you." I said. Stephanie laughed and we embraced. She snuggled me real tight and it felt wonderful. As I wrapped my arms around her, I felt a very unusual tingling sensation racking through my entire body. I'd hugged Stephanie many times, but I don't think I'd ever really paid close attention to how firm her body was; and at this particular moment, how nice it felt against me - especially her beautiful breasts. Okay, that was weird, but I pushed it from my mind. "So, how you feeling now?" She asked, still holding me in her arms. "Better." I told her, and I actually did feel much better than I thought I should. "Good." She told me and we slipped out of each other's arms. "So, where did Scott and his little whore go?" I asked. "I don't know. And as bad as this may sound, I really don't care." She told me. "I know he won't be back tonight. We said some pretty awful things to each other. I made it clear that I was sick to my stomach with him and the way he treated you was absolutely unacceptable to me. He told me that it was his life, his choice and that I could go fuck myself for all he carried." "I sorry, Stephanie." I whispered and Stephanie cupped my cheeks in her hands. "You have nothing to be sorry about, baby. Nothing at all. I'm just sorry that you're gonna miss your prom. I know how much it meant to you." Stephanie told me. "Oh well." I said as I swallowed hard. "What the hell was he thinking?" "He was thinking that I was at work until five and that since he'd didn't see my car or yours in the driveway, he was in the clear." Stephanie told me. "Asshole!" I said. "Sorry." "No. No, you're right." She said and we both giggled. "Listen, I know it's certainly not going to be the prom night you dreamed of, but how would you like to hangout with me tonight? We could order pizza or Chinese, watch movies, stuff our faces with popcorn and chocolate, do our hair and nails, maybe drink a little too much wine; have a girl's night in." Stephanie offered. I felt my heart begin to race and my stomach flutter with tremendous excitement. "I think I'd really like that." I told her. "Oh, but I don't want to ruin any plans you might have had." "You're not. I didn't have any." Stephanie replied. "You don't have a date?" I asked, almost slyly. "No, I'm not seeing anybody right now. So, what do you say?" Stephanie continued. "I'd love to. One condition though: No chic flicks!" I told her. Stephanie laughed. "Oh, I think we can handle that." She said. "We can watch anything you like. How about Jurassic Park?" "I was thinking more along the lines of The Adventures of Ford Fairlane with Andrew Dice Clay." I said. "Dice? He's a pig!" Stephanie gasped. "Well, aren't they fucking all?" I said. "That's my girl!" Stephanie laughed. Stephanie told me to draw myself a hot bath and soak for awhile; she even offered me her very exquisite bubble bath blend. As I sank into the heaven of a bubble bath, Stephanie called and ordered a bunch of Chinese food then went to the video store to get the movie and pick up our dinner. She had a huge collection of DVD's, but I had managed to name one she didn't have. Stephanie and I spent the evening gorging ourselves on Chinese food, popcorn and chocolate as we watched and verbally chastised Andrew Dice Clay over and over again on the TV. Though she offered it, I didn't drink wine or any type of alcoholic beverage and didn't want to start; she completely understood. Though I insisted that she help herself, she refrained also out of respect. Something her son NEVER did. Though I had had my nails professionally manicured earlier today, I let Stephanie strip off the polish and do them again, along with my toenails and then I did hers. I became so immersed in the fun I was having with Stephanie that I completely forgot about the prom, about Scott, about everything. Stephanie made me feel so important and so special; she'd gone from being like a second mother to another older sister that night. After doing our nails, we started playing with each other's hair. Stephanie's hair was like pure silk and I loved running my hands and fingers through it. At around 10:00, I was feeling so relaxed and happy that I let caution to the wind and told Stephanie about the lingerie that I had planned to wear that night for her son. Much to my surprise, Stephanie insisted on seeing it and even talked me into modeling it for her. Though I felt a little ridiculous modeling such skimpy and lacey garments for another woman, I couldn't ignore the fact that deep down inside, I found it a little exciting. I suppose it was in the back of my mind that Stephanie's sexual preference was now directed toward women and that just seemed to stimulate me even more. This night had long since abandoned all logic and reason, so I didn't concern myself with trying to figure out why a straight girl like me was having such strange thoughts and reactions toward a woman that had just admitted she was curious about lesbianism. But then again, this was Stephanie Cameron. I'd trust her with my life. As the night went on, Stephanie and I ended up raiding her closet and modeling all sorts of her own intimates - most of which were way too big for me and really did look ridiculous when I put them on; but who cares, we were having a blast. Around midnight, Stephanie had loaned me a night shirt and she had slipped into a pair of black silk pajamas that were actually quite sexy. We were again seated on the bench in front of her make up station with Stephanie sitting directly behind me and she seemed to be losing herself in brushing my hair. What can I say, she absolutely adored it. "God, your hair is so beautiful, sweetie." Stephanie broke the silence. "I just can't get enough of it. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all. I'm glad you like it." I said. "It's so soft and silky." She said. "Like yours." I replied. "At least yours isn't turning grey." She said. "Oh, like yours is? I didn't see any grey at all. You're not as close to the retirement home as you think you are, Stef." I told her. "Ohhh, you are so sweet. You think your mother would mind terribly if I adopted you?" Stephanie asked. "I don't see why not. I mean, she already has two other daughters." I said and we both laughed. We were quiet again as Stephanie continued brushing my hair. Just then Stephanie placed her left hand on my left bicep and I felt a powerful spark. Her touch was very gentle and soft, but probably a little firmer, not to mention sensual, than it needed to be. Suddenly my mind began to race as my heart pounded and my breath got short. I felt my body begin to quiver ever so slightly and I felt a sudden rush of warmth and tingling begin to fill my loins. I was getting wet. The Prom Night I Never Dreamed Of I remained silent for a moment as I tried desperately to process what I was feeling and collect my thoughts. I felt my face begin to flush and my legs turn to jelly. "Stephanie?" I whispered. "Can I ask you something?" "Why do you keep asking if you can ask me something? I've always told you that you can talk to me or ask me about anything." Stephanie said comfortingly. "What's it like?" I asked. "What's what like, honey?" She asked back. "Making love to a woman." I said, almost not believing it was me. Glancing at Stephanie in the mirror, her facial expression remained the same and she continued brushing my hair without missing a beat. "Why do you ask?" She said softly. "Because I want to know." It was all I could come up with. "It's actually very beautiful. And very intimate." She told me, still brushing my hair. "Better than with a man?" I asked. "Different than with a man." Stephanie replied. "You see, a woman is far gentler. She's much more attentive; not just to your body, but to your mind and to your emotions. Even your very soul. Her skin is soft, she's sweet to the taste, her touch is almost angelic, and when she kisses you, you can almost feel her life force flowing into you, and yours into her." "Wow." I whispered. "So is that what making love is really like?" "It should be, yes. If it isn't, then you're most likely with the wrong person." Stephanie whispered back. Still brushing my hair, I looked deeply at Stephanie's reflection in the mirror and felt her grip on my bicep tighten ever so slightly. "So, I guess you've experienced all that with a woman?" I asked. "Not exactly. I don't think I've ever had a woman that truly made love to my soul." She said. Feeling as though my logical brain had lost complete control over my body's actions, I slowly raised my right hand and softly took hold of Stephanie's hand on my left arm. Stephanie's brush strokes through my hair began to slow down as I gently pulled her hand off my arm and lifted it to my lips. Stephanie's hands are long, slender and very sensual; and with her fingernails now polished fire engine red, her hands were sinfully sexy. Holding my breath, my lips made soft contact with the base knuckle of her index finger and I gently wrapped my lips around it. Her skin was softer than I could have possibly imagined and it tasted so good. I held breathlessly for a split second, expecting her to jerk her hand away, but she didn't. I then proceeded slowly to her middle finger then to her ring finger and then down to the back of her hand itself. Stephanie stopped brushing my hair and seemed to gently push her hand a little closer to my face. After a moment, I slowly lifted my head up and looked into the mirror. The look on Stephanie's face was a little hard for me to interpret; she didn't seem apprehensive or angry - if anything, she seemed content, and maybe even aroused. Feeling completely helpless in the grip of lust that was now overtaking me, I took her left hand and placed it gently on my left breast. In the mirror I saw a slight hint of fear come over her face, so I smiled and gently placed my hand on top of hers and began to massage my breast. Still showing signs of apprehension and fear in her face, her eyes fell shut and she breathed in deeply as she lay the hair brush down on the make-up station. With her right hand now free, I took hold of it with my right hand and placed them both on my right breast. A shallow and tender moan escaped Stephanie's lips as I guided her hands to massage both my breasts. Slowly, I lifted my hands and Stephanie was kneading me so very sensually all of her own. I suddenly heard myself begin to moan softly and I soon felt Stephanie's body move up slightly behind me, pressing the front of her body up against my back snuggly. As we were both straddling her make-up station bench, I let my arms fall to my sides and let my hands sensually stroke Stephanie's beautiful and powerful legs through the soft silk of her pajama pants. Helped by my tender and soft moaning, Stephanie seemed to relax and she really started to get into massaging my breasts as I heard her breathing deepen and accelerate. I leaned gently back up against her and rested my head on her shoulder as one of her hands slid slowly down my stomach and caressed my abdomen through the soft cotton of my nightshirt. I slid my hands down on her hips and slid them back as far as I could reach. It was then that I felt Stephanie's breath in my right ear and she pelted it with soft and sweet kisses. Stephanie then shifted her body to the right and I felt myself sliding back into nothing; that's when her left arm slowly slid around from my breast and cradled my back so that she was holding me low and beside her. Stephanie placed her right hand on my cheek and we gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Her eyes were telling me a thousand things; they were so incredibly captivating that I could have gotten lost in them forever. As I gazed helplessly up at this gorgeous woman, my attention was soon drawn to her lips; those full, moist and succulent lips that were glistening softly in the dim light of the room. "Kiss me." I whispered. "Julie, we really shouldn't be doing this." Stephanie told me, her eyes nearly welling with tears. I lifted my hand and softly caressed her cheek with my fingertips. "It's okay. I want to." I told her. "But you're my son's girlfriend." She said. "Your son doesn't want me anymore." I told her. "Still, I can't do this. He's my son." She said, tears now running down her cheeks. "Do you want me, Stephanie?" I asked, rather boldly. "Julie baby, I think I want you more than I've ever wanted anybody in my life." Stephanie said. "Then consider me a prom night gift from your son." I smiled as seductively as I could. Stephanie's face lit up in her beautiful smile and her tears instantly disappeared. "God, you're so beautiful." She whispered as she was slowly lowering her head toward mine. "Not as beautiful as you." I whispered as our lips came together. I felt shockwaves of illicit pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced as Stephanie and I kissed for the first time. Her lips were so warm and so soft. It was the most beautiful moment of my entire life. Stephanie was very gentle with me and we kissed softly, gently allowing our lips to graze over each other, but I could feel the hunger and fire burning deep inside me. Resting my hand gently on the back of her head, feeling her soft and silky hair between my fingers, I probed my tongue to her lips and they opened just enough for my tongue to splurge deep into her delicious mouth; and it was so delicious. I soon felt myself being lifted up into Stephanie's arms like a bride being carried over the threshold. Stephanie's tongue soon overpowered mine and pushed them both back into my mouth. Feeling the thin silk curtains of Stephanie's bed brushing against the skin of my arms, Stephanie laid me down gently onto the soft mattress, took the hem of my nightshirt in her hand and slid it slowly up my body, over my head and off. Already being braless and without panties, Stephanie could behold my little naked body with just one stroke. And behold it she did. I could feel her eyes feasting on every inch of my naked body like hungry termites on a two by four. The next thing I knew, I was watching Stephanie strip teasingly and sexily out of her silk pajamas and then the very racy and skimpy black lace bra and thong underneath. Stephanie Cameron is without a doubt the most beautiful specimen of physical womanhood and femininity that I have ever laid my eyes upon. She truly borders on divine beauty. There is no swimsuit model in the world that could possibly hold a candle to Stephanie Cameron. She is that gorgeous. The goddess Aphrodite herself is a nappy skank compared to Mrs. Cameron. "Where are you going?" I asked, as I watched her step away from the bed. "Patience, baby. Good things come to little girls who wait." She said seductively. I then watched her beautiful naked body move around the room lighting candles and incense. Stephanie's mattress was firm but the padding was snuggling soft; the sheets were pure silk. As the room slowly began to fill with the sinfully stimulating aroma of burning incense, I watched Stephanie spray perfume all over her body. When she finished, she approached me slowly from across the room, seductively pulling her hair out of its ponytail and shaking it out very erotically. Stephanie came right up to the silk bed curtain, allowing the silk to gently drape over the front of her body. Her areolas are perfectly round, the size of quarters and a dark shade of almond. She must have been very stimulated because her nipples were already bullet hard and protruding out like fresh pencil erasers. I crawled up on my knees and came over to her, pressing my body against her now silk covered body. We began to rub each other all over with the silk between our hands and the others skin. Stephanie passed through the silk and gently slid her tongue deep into my mouth as she slid on to the mattress with me. Laying me down gently, we entwined in a tight, passionate embrace and fell into an incredibly deep kiss. Her body was so strong, her skin was so soft and her kiss was so passionate. I think I really could make love to her soul and that's what I planned to do. When we finally came up for air, Stephanie was lying on top of me, gently stroking my hair and gazing deep into my eyes. "So beautiful." She whispered. Stephanie began running her tongue down my neck and chest, finally wrapping her succulent lips around my left nipple. Practically able to take my entire breast into her mouth, I grazed my long fingernails all over the skin of Stephanie's back as her mouth and lips went back and forth between my nipples; nibbling and sucking on one while she squeezed and teased the other with her fingers. Seizing fistfuls of the sheets as my head rolled from side to side, Stephanie continued her slow descent down my quivering body, finally sliding her body between my wide open legs, rising up on her knees. Stephanie slid her hands along the skin of my legs as I felt her eyes longingly devour every inch of me. "God, your skin is so soft." She whispered sensually. Stephanie began kissing the inside of both my legs, back and forth from one to the other, slowly working her way around my knees and down the inside of my thighs toward her prize. "Ummm, and it tastes like cotton candy." She whispered between kisses and licks. By now every single cell in my body tingled with unbridled passion and desire. My heart raced at epic speed, my core temperature was rising with the intensity of a pressure cooker and my body was complete putty in her hands. Stephanie lay flat on her stomach between my legs and her face was just centimeters from my sexual center. I felt a blast of cool air blow against my outer folds and looking down with a gasp, I saw Stephanie gently blowing on them and then she ran the flat of her warm tongue firmly up and over the tender surface of my slit. My body jerked as I sucked in another deep gasping breath. I heard Stephanie inhaling deeply as she gently meshed her nose and closed mouth against my swelling lips and pulsating slit, moving all around them in a circular motion. The tip of her nose actually dipped slightly inside me. Stephanie then devoured the very core of my sexual being; plunging her mouth deep in and around my mound. Wrapping her arms around my hips and thighs, she placed her hands on my lower abdomen, her fingers brushing against my tiny patch of auburn pubic hair as she probed her tongue deep inside of me. My back arched in a violent thrust toward the ceiling and my hands instantly went for my own breasts; kneading them firmly as Stephanie devoured my sexual core. Sucking my now pulsing and swollen fleshy folds in and out of her mouth, burrowing her nose inside my slit and probing at the hood of my clitoris with her tongue, my petite body was soon convulsing wildly. "Mmmmh, God you are so sweet." Stephanie moaned tenderly. Just the sound of Stephanie's voice with her mouth full of my sex sent shockwaves of unbridled lust coursing through my seething body. I soon realized that I was drenched with sweat and that my lungs were straining so hard against the intense orgasmic build up inside me, I could hardly breathe. Dropping my hands to my sides, I seized handfuls of the sheets, wrenching them tightly in my grip. I arched my back even higher and threw my legs around Stephanie's neck. Her hands slid under me and cupped my ass cheeks to support me. Stephanie was like a ravenous lion as her mouth plowed deeper into my sexual center. My wailing moans were soon reverberating off the ceiling and walls, echoing continuously across the room as my head thrashed from side to side. In an instant every muscle in my petite body seized like the cable of a crane straining against an overwhelming weight; my legs locked like vice grips around Stephanie's neck, I seized the back of her head with my hands, pushing her deeper into me and squealed at the top of my lungs. An orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced ravaged through my convulsing body with tsunami-like force, nearly ripping me apart. With my heart pounding furiously, my body went limp as the overwhelming intensity of my orgasmic explosion passed; my legs unlocked from around Stephanie's neck and collapsed one at a time on the mattress. Stephanie lowered my ass down and then slowly crawled up over me as I panted like an out of shape marathon runner. I was panting so hard and still so overwhelmed with passion that I couldn't even speak. I wearily noticed that Stephanie's lips and chin were coated with the thick, glistening wetness of my sex. Stephanie pressed her body down on top of me and slid her tongue deep into my mouth. I flung my legs up and locked them tightly around her torso as my arms wrapped around her neck and shoulders. I was suddenly on fire as I practically devoured her face, reveling in the flavor of my own sexual juices on her lips and in her mouth. Finally coming up for air, we gazed deeply into each other's eyes. I could never get enough of Stephanie's captivating eyes. "God, you're so beautiful." I whispered. With the smell of burning incense heavy in the room, I gently rolled Stephanie over onto her back and slid my tongue deep into her mouth. I could feel her fingernails gently grazing up and down my bare back. It sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through every fiber of my being. I ran my tongue slowly down her chin, down and all around her long and sleek neck and then, becoming incredibly bold, slid it down to her beautiful breasts. I kneaded them gently as I wrapped my lips around one of her dark protruding nipples. Sucking her left nipple deep into my mouth, I began to gently massage her right breast and mold the nipple between my fingers. Stephanie's deep breathing and tender moaning told me that for a girl that had never once even considered lesbianism as a way of life; never even thought about it period, I was obviously a really good one. Not wanting to cheat her, I moved my head and wrapped my lips around her right nipple and teased her left between my fingers. Following the lead of my tongue, I continued sliding down Stephanie's muscled body, across her ripped abdomen, over the tiny brush of trimmed brown pubic hair. I could feel her body begin to tense up and felt her spreading her legs to allow me access. Glancing up at her, Stephanie had an incredibly sexy and seductive smile on her face as she gently nibbled on her fingertip. I continued up and round to the top of her thigh and then down to the silky skin of her inner thighs. Having already spread her legs wide for me, I slid my body down on to the mattress and my eyes came to rest on the most coveted of all prizes in the world of human males. Though I'd never seen one up close except in my Health book, I was absolutely breathless. Stephanie had the most beautiful vulva I'd ever imagined could exist. It was just so perfectly shaped, bright pink on the inside, her outer folds were almost beet red and she was so wet that it glistened in the soft candle light of the room. Just the idea that little old me had this gorgeous woman so aroused set me ablaze. I wrapped my mouth around her labia and gently rolled her folds around between my lips. Hearing Stephanie suck in a deep, gasping breath and then the wailing moans that began to erupt from her mouth told me I was hitting the nail on the head. Glancing up her beautiful body, our intense gazes met and I watched Stephanie massage her breasts with one hand as she gently held the back of my head with the other and pushed me deeper into her sex. As I continued delving deeper into her sexual center, I pressed the palm of my hand on her abdomen and then ran my hand up the front of her body to her lips and stuck my middle finger in her mouth. After she had sucked it for a moment, I pulled it back down her body and slid it slowly inside her. Stephanie's back arched as her moaning intensified and her respiration accelerated and deepened tremendously. With her body twitching and her head writhing from side to side, I wrapped my lips around her clit as I inserted a second finger inside her and began to pump them back and forth. Stephanie's eyes spun wildly around in their sockets as I nipped and tongued her clit. Releasing her grip on my head, Stephanie seized handfuls of the silks sheets as her back arched even higher; her body was violently convulsing and her moans sounded almost like wails of agony. In an instant, her orgasm practically catapulted her off the bed and my mouth was sloshed with her delectable sexual juices. Slowly her moaning subsided as I slurped up the remains of her orgasm like a dehydrated dog. With her body still trembling, I slowly ran my tongue back up the course it had followed down, sliding my body up on top of hers behind it. Coming face to face, I pressed my sweat soaked body firmly down on top of her; as our breasts mashed together, I slid my tongue back deeply into her open and welcoming mouth. As our lips locked tightly around each other and our tongues mauled each other deep inside our mouths, Stephanie's arms went around me and her fingernails were suddenly softly scratching up and down across the skin of my back. After a moment, I slid off Stephanie and she then spun around, got on top of me and before I knew it, we were entwined in a 69 that was so intense that I nearly hyperventilated. Stephanie took my swollen folds into her mouth and her oral stimulation soon had me convulsing beyond control, with strength I didn't know I possessed. Stephanie ate me so voraciously that I came all over her face three times for every one time she came all over mine. In turn, Stephanie's sex was so incredibly sweet and delectable that I almost felt like I was breaking my diet by eating her. Suddenly, Stephanie slid two fingers deep inside me, and she found a spot inside me that had never been touched before. Some may call it my g-spot, but this was something far more sacred. My body began convulsing even more wildly than before; I couldn't stop it or control it. My moans and wails reached octaves that could shatter diamond. It felt as though my soul was literally trying to rip itself out of my body and tear me in half in the process. It became so intense that I felt tears coming. By now I was sweating so profusely and I suddenly began experiencing incredibly sharp pains in my chest, and I thought I was going into cardiac arrest. I begged Stephanie to stop because I was actually becoming quite terrified, but she didn't. Then in an instant, my back arched and I was in a virtual horseshoe. Stephanie was literally thrown off of me as I planted my feet deeply onto the mattress with my back still arched and my head and shoulders lying on the soft silk sheets. I seized big handfuls of the sheets, wailed at the top of my lungs and squirted like a geyser. My mouth was wide open, my eyes were spinning, every muscle in my body was seized and constricted; I wasn't breathing and was now desperately trying to remember how to.