0 comments/ 16573 views/ 0 favorites The Reunion By: Bigwilliestyle70 It was a cool Saturday evening in June when everyone began to arrive at the resort for the reception. Orlando that time of year was normally quite warm, but that evening was quite comfortable. The resort hotel was huge, large enough to hold several events. Joseph was there for a conference, and as he walked from his hotel room down to the main corridor, he was wowed by how large the building was. He went to the ballroom where the reception was being held. Several executives were there, with drinks already in hand. Joseph went to the bar and asked for Coke and whiskey. He perused throughout the room, shaking hands with some of the executives and other acquaintances that were there. He had recently been named president of a small bank, the first black person, and at 30, the youngest ever to hold that office in this particular bank, and was receiving congratulations and well-wishes from the attendees. He got bored after a while, so he decided to step out of the room for a bit and wander around the resort. There was a bar down at the other end of the resort with a television, so he decided to head down there to catch the score on the Mets-Braves game. As he walked, he saw a group of people outside a room, several of whom were dressed in tuxes and formal wear. It was probably a wedding reception, he thought to himself. As he strolled toward the bar, there was a woman coming toward him. He casually glanced at her. He didn't want to stare, but she was very attractive. He smiled at her, and she returned the smile. He said hello, and walked on by, when it hit him that she looked familiar. He turned around at the same time she did. "Angela?" he asked. "Joseph?!" "It really IS you! What are you doing here? How are you?" He was absolutely shocked to see her; so shocked, he stood there and stared. She walked toward him and hugged him for a good 20 seconds. She too was speechless. She hadn't seen him since they graduated from college. "What are YOU doing here?" she asked. "I'm in town for a conference. We're down in Ballroom A. WOW! It's so good to see you! What are you doing here?" "I live here now, and I'm here tonight to attend my boss's wedding. His first wife died a few years ago, and he's getting married again. It's so good to see you too! I can't believe it!" She rubbed his arm as she talked. "What are the odds of us running into each other like this? This is amazing!" he said. "Pretty small, eh? How's your conference going?" "It's just started. There is a reception tonight, and workshops tomorrow and Monday. Then I head back to Virginia." "It is so good to see you! I'd love to talk to you some more. I'm bored with the wedding reception." "Well, I was bored too. I was just heading to the bar to check the score on a baseball game. Would you like to come up to my room? It'd be quieter than the bar." "Sure!" They went up to his room, where he hung up her sweater, and offered her a seat. He took off his suit coat and tie, and hung them in the close too. She sat in one chair, and he sat in the other chair. She was beautiful, more so than he remembered during college days. Angela had dirty blonde hair that complimented her hazel eyes. It was in a French twist, and she had tendrils coming down on either side that beautifully framed her face. She was dressed in a simple outfit: a black skirt that hung a couple inches above her knees, a tight white shirt, and black & white baby-doll shoes with no hose. Joseph and she sat down and reminisced old times. As she told him about what was going on in her life over the past few years, he couldn't help but half-listen to her. He was mesmerized by how radiant she was, and all he could think of was what it would be like to hold her. She talked about post-college life, and her three-year-old son, and her ex-husband, and her current job. She talked about her desire to finish law school so she could get a higher-paying job to better take care of herself and her son. They had not talked in awhile, not at least since college. They had been friends but had drifted apart until this chance meeting. He asked her several questions about her life, and they traded questions and answers about various mutual friends of theirs. He was enjoying her company, and he sensed that she was enjoying his as well. "So, are you seeing anyone?" he asked. "No," she said, "it's been really hard to find the right one, you know?" "Yeah, I know what you mean." "It would be nice to have someone to hold me close, and ask me how my day was, and actually care. Little light kisses would be nice, and candlelight dinners and wine, and so on. But enough about me. What about you?" "You're not seeing anyone?" he asked, genuinely surprised. Damn, this woman is fine, he thought. "No, and I hate to admit it, but sometimes the house seems just a bit lonely. Plus, a girl's got needs, if you know what I mean." She leaned a bit forward when she said the last part, and he didn't miss her point at all. "I know EXACTLY what you mean," he said with a smirk. "A guy has needs too. It's been awhile." "How long?" "Eight months. My ex-girlfriend and I broke up seven months ago. We weren't right for each other, and it took too long to finally admit that. But I'm glad that we're not together anymore. We were just miserable during the last month or so." She looked at him, and she felt sorry for him. The sadness in his voice appealed to her sense of compassion, and she wanted to comfort him. "What was she like?" she asked. "When we first started out, she was cool. We had some common interests, and we would hang out, you know? We'd go dancing every once in a while, and we'd do different things together, but our personalities were not that compatible. She was headstrong and a little too emotional for me." "How was she in bed?" she asked. His face flushed at her forward question, and laughed a nervous laugh. "What? 'How was she in bed?' What kind of question is that?" "Aw, come on. It's not a bad question. We used to tell each other all kinds of things. You can tell me. So, was she?" He was at once both embarrassed and intrigued at her forwardness. "Well, I have to admit that she was good. She was very good, in fact, and that made it harder to break up with her." "What did you guys do?" "Isn't that kinda personal?" "Aw come on. It's just me. I just wanna know. Seeing as I'm getting none, I have to at least experience it through you." She got up from her seat, and sat down on the arm of his chair, draping her arm on the back of the chair. "Tell me, tell me, tell me, please?" She put on her best sad sympathetic face, and he couldn't resist. "Well, alright, since you asked nicely. We did the usual, you know. Missionary, and other positions." "Did she give good head?" "Well, she was decent. She never made me cum from that, but it still felt good…." He told her more, since she wanted details. As he was talking, he couldn't help but notice her nipples poking out from underneath her shirt. Being polite, he was trying not to stare, but the tight white shirt did little to hide the evidence. His describing of his past sex life combined with seeing her nipples was starting to turn him on. "….but as good as it was, I had to break up with her. It's been eight months since I've been with anyone." "You poor baby!" she replied. She leaned down and kissed him. He was a bit surprised, but warmly returned her kiss. "It's been awhile for me too," she said. "Sometimes I think it would be nice to have someone on call, for the express purpose of fulfilling my needs." "I haven't exactly been looking, but you know, if the opportunity presents itself…" "Like right now?" she interrupted. "Well, uh, uh, yeah, I guess so," he stammered. "You GUESS SO? You tell me about all the things you did with your fingers and tongue, and about your eight-month hiatus, and all you can say is 'you guess so'?" "But what about protection?" He was a bit sheepish in saying it, but he really wanted her. She leaned down again and kissed him, and as she did, he pulled her closer to him, and returned her kiss with equal passion. He began to rub her back as they kissed, and the more he rubbed, the more compassionate she became in his arms. Between kisses, she managed to mumble that she was on the Pill, so it would be okay. They got up out of the chair, and they enveloped each other. She pulled him closer to her, kissing him, and running her tongue along his bottom lip. As she did, she could feel his rock-hard erection against her. She slipped off her shoes, and he reached around to unzip her skirt. It fell to the floor instantly, and she kicked it off to the side. Still kissing, he continued caressing her, and fondling her ass. What a nice ass, he thought. He cupped both cheeks with his hands and slowly kneaded them. They were bare, thanks to the Victoria's Secret thong she was wearing. She pressed herself closer to him as they kissed. For whatever reason, she had shaved herself "down there" a few days ago, and she was so glad she did, though the wetness between her legs felt more evident, and the throbbing seemed more intense. They stopped briefly so that she could undo his belt buckle, and release his rock-hard manhood from the bondage of his pants. He kicked off his shoes and let his Dockers and boxer briefs fall to the floor. She knelt before him, and taking his cock in her hand, she took about half of it in her mouth. She suckled it hungrily, as if she were starved for it. He was rather thick, and she loved every inch of it. As he ran his fingers through her hair, she ran her tongue all around the head of his cock, and licked the underside. She startled him with that maneuver, so she knew she had hit a sensitive spot. She worked him over, alternating between sucking on him and licking him. She took one of his balls and sucked on it gently. It was driving him wild, as his moans of pleasure seemed to indicate. Before too long, he was feeling the urge to cum. He wasn't ready to cum yet though. He pulled her to her feet, and helped her remove her shirt and bra. Her full and soft 36C breasts sprang free, and he admired the hardness of her nipples. He laid her on the end of the king-sized bed, with her legs dangling over the edge. The wetness between her legs glistened in the light, and he was all too eager to add to the wetness. He kneeled on the floor, and spread her legs. "Just lay back and enjoy," he said. "Oh, I will!" she immediately replied with a smile. Her words gave way to a low moan, as he tenderly licked her labia, and ran his tongue up and down the hood over her clitoris. He flickered his tongue over her clit, which drove her wild. Her moans interchanged with gasps, and her back arched almost involuntarily. She spread her legs wider to give him more access. She loved the way his tongue felt down there. No man had done that before quite the way Joseph was right now. His tongue explored her clit, and the crease between her thigh and her vagina. He slid his tongue all around her, and when he tickled that spot between her pussy and her anus, she jumped. It was so intense. He slid his finger inside her, not needing to moisten it because she was soaking wet. He rubbed her G-spot softly while he licked on and around her clit. The sensation she felt was indescribable. She had not experienced anything like that before. She was on air, and floating higher. He began to alternate between her G-spot and her clit, and before long, she felt the wave come over her. Her body tightened up and she grabbed onto the bed. His rubbing and licking sped up as she did, and in a few seconds, her orgasm took complete control of her body. She let out a low scream as her vagina began to convulse. For a few seconds, she was totally lost in orgasmic bliss. He continued rubbing her G-spot as she came, and just when she started to calm down, another powerful orgasm hit her. Wave after wave after wave came over her, and she seemed to block out the outside world for a bit. When she finally came down, she was in a hot sweat. The afterglow was nice, but she wanted more. "Oh, I really want you inside me now," she said. "Oh, really?" "Yes, I want your cock inside me so bad. Please?" He moved up and helped her slide farther up on the bed. He stood up long enough to pull off his shirt. His weapon was pointed straight at her bull's-eye. She lay on the bed resting on her elbows, with her legs apart, inviting him to come inside. He crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs and embraced her. They kissed passionately and hungrily. She rubbed her hands over his back and over the back of his neck as they kissed. Their tongues intertwined with each other rhythmically. She stopped long enough to let him know she wanted him inside her, and fast. He supported himself on his left elbow, and with his right hand, he grabbed his cock and positioned it at the opening of her pussy. She was so warm and wet, and he slid in easily. He pumped in and out, back and forth, very slowly, going in a little deeper each time. He leaned down and kissed her at the same time. She closed her eyes in response, and savored both the feeling of his full luscious lips on hers, and the sensation of being filled. He slid in a bit, and pulled out to the point where just the head of his cock was inside her. She raised her pelvis to meet him on each down stroke. He continued to kiss her, and to slide himself in and out, in and out at a slow but steady pace. She wrapped her legs around him, as if to let him know that he was going nowhere for quite awhile. He continued his slow and steady pace for a bit longer, but soon that slow pace began to quicken. He positioned himself on his hands, and began to pump faster and faster, with perspiration starting to glisten on his dark forehead. His increase in pace was matched by the increase in the volume of her moans. She was enjoying every inch of him, and the friction made her want him harder, faster and deeper. When his stroking stopped temporarily, she lifted her legs and laid them on his shoulders. He liked that a lot, and he in turn entered deeper into her with each stroke. The pace was not quite as quick as before that, but it felt incredible having him go deep inside her. They stayed in that position for a few minutes, then he felt the wave coming. He pumped harder and harder, and suddenly the most powerful orgasm overtook him. His face contorted as if he were in pain. He grunted and strained, his whole body tensing up, as every ounce of his being went into pumping his cum into her. The commotion he caused soon brought her to yet another orgasm, and they came together. When their breathing subsided, she decided that she would give him a rest. He lay on his back, and she got on top of him. She stood over him, and lowered herself in a squat over his crotch. Taking his hot and wet cock in hand, she lowered herself onto him, and slid all the way down. Supporting herself by holding onto his shoulders, she locked eyes with him as she pumped away. She was surprised that he was still hard, but she loved it. He responded to her gaze with a smile, a smile that spread across his entire face. He reached up and massaged her breasts while she worked him. He had a breast in each hand, firmly kneading them, and playing with her hard nipples. She winced a little when he pinched her nipples, but she liked it, and she told him so. She paused momentarily, long enough to adjust herself. With him still inside her, she straddled him on her knees, and leaned down over him, so that her breasts pressed against his bare chest. She continued her pace, all the while pressing herself closer to him, and kissing him with soft and light kisses. He ran his fingers through her hair, and up and down the back of her neck. Most women liked to have the back of their necks touched, and she was no exception. She purred with content at the sensation of his hands rubbing all over her back. As she rocked back and forth over him, she couldn't help but think to herself how good she felt. It had been a while since she had last been with a man, and even longer since it was this good. She was in heaven, and at the moment, she could not be happier. She leaned up, placing her hands on his chest, and rode him like a horse. He loved the way that felt, and soon he was on his way to another orgasm. She smirked at the expression on his face, but she really loved the fact that she could make him feel that way. Having been worn out by such a vigorous lovemaking session, she lay on top of him, their breathing almost in sync with each other. She totally had not planned for this to happen at all; after all, she had not seen him in years. They were just friends, though she had always had a little thing for him, and she suspected that he had a thing for her too. The spontaneity of the evening, however, did wonders for her. She loved being this close to him, sharing his warmth, wrapped in his firm but gentle embrace, and basking in the afterglow of a wonderful night. The Reunion She stood quietly, hands tied behind her back. She wore a slinky black evening gown, which she had put on to impress him. Her hair was up in a sophisticated arrangement, and she looked lovely. He sat contemplating her beauty while she stood nervously wondering what he would decide. She could see his cock pushing against the material of his pants and knew that he was aroused by her body. "So lovely….yes, you are worth the trouble." His voice came softly, almost to himself. She knew what he meant instantly and sighed inwardly—there had a been a very real chance that he would send her away, and that she could not have borne. "But you have been very bad, so I am going to punish you now. Then we will decide how to proceed." His voice was tight with both desire and anger. He grabbed her by her upper arm and pulled her forcibly with him into the warehouse that adjoined his living quarters. He released her hands from behind her back, and then handcuffed her again with her hands in front of her body. A hook hanging from a chain from the ceiling was looped through the cuffs, and soon her arms were pulled tightly above her head, forcing her to stand on tiptoe. Her large, full breasts strained against the low-cut fabric of her dress, nipples peeking out over the top. He busied himself behind her for some time. She heard noises of metal parts being moved around and then heard the door open to the outdoors. A muted whooshing sound came to her, and it took a minute for her to place it: the sound of charcoal lighter fluid catching fire! A small knot of fear began to grown within her. How angry was he with her, she wondered? He wouldn't do anything to maim her would he? Surely not! It would ruin his enjoyment of her beauty, she told herself. But still, the nagging fear worried at her. He returned and moved to stand in front of her. A gleaming blade caught the light. She whimpered as he raised it to her throat. He carefully inserted the razor sharp blade between her breasts and slit downwards, neatly severing the material of her dress. It fell away from her naked body and pooled at her feet, forming an expensive pile of ruined silk. He smiled as he viewed her lush naked body. The huge breasts hanging limply to each side of her rib cage, nipples large and light brown and begging to be sucked…or tied and whipped, he thought with a smile. The soft curve of her belly guiding his eyes down to her shaven, velvety cunt. He ached to fuck her, but knew that he must not—not yet anyway—the coals were not ready. He amused himself while he waited by tying nooses around her huge breasts and then running the ropes over a small pulley above her head. He added weights to the end of the rope until her breasts were stretched nearly straight upwards and a significant amount of her body weight was being supported by their soft, succulent flesh. Her nipples were swollen and purple and he knew that they would ache. He smiled to himself as he wondered whether she thought this was her punishment. It was merely a preview; a mere indulgence. But she didn't know that. She whimpered as her breasts began to ache. The ropes were so tight! Would he hang her by them, as he had threatened in the past? Or would he flog her now and then forgive her? Her cunt was becoming wet and her clit tingled with excitement—surely he would need to satisfy his raging hard-on soon. She squirmed as she imagined the feel of his big cock inside her again. He left her hanging by her wrists and tits and went outside again. When he returned, she could smell the familiar odor of charcoal burning. What was it for though? She heard the sound of coals being shoveled into a metal BBQ pan behind her, and then the pressure of the ropes on her tits eased. She moaned quietly as the circulation began to return to her poor tortured tits. She gasped and cried quietly as he slapped and kneaded her tender tit flesh to help the returning circulation. When they were back to normal color again he released her wrists and spoke to her. "Now we begin your punishment. Behind you is a wooden frame about waist high. I will tie your ankles to each leg of the frame and then bend you forward at the waist and attach your wrists to the front portion of the frame. You will be bent over the wooden crosspiece, all ready to be fucked from behind. Your big, soft tits will hang down and flop as I fuck you. But, they will also hang down over the barbecue full of coals that I have prepared." He smiled with anticipation as he saw the fear in her eyes. "No, I am not going to burn these beautiful globes." He stroked them gently, causing a shiver to run down her spine and focus in her crotch. "But they will slowly roast if you aren't careful." She shivered again and waited, knowing that he would explain to her. "I am going to fuck you as your tits hang down and slowly roast. At first they will be warm, and then hot, and, if you can't follow instructions, your lovely nipples may actually get cooked, and we don't want that, do we?" She shook her head, eyes wide with trepidation. "I'm going to fuck your cunt and your ass, when and how I please. You will not cum and you will not make any noise while I use you. If you do either, I will pull out and let your tits cook for five minutes before I resume. After I cum in you, I will remove the coals. You must relearn obedience and control again, and this is your first lesson. Do you understand?" She nodded meekly, and said, "Yes Master. Thank you Master." "Very well. Now we begin." It took only a minute to secure her to the frame, spread-eagled and completely vulnerable. Her huge breast hung down like twin melons, soft and succulent and vulnerable. Her nipples squirmed from excitement and her cunt was nearly drooling—just being naked in front of him and at his mercy was incredibly erotic to her. Her eyes were wide with nervous fear as he slid the pan of coals under her breasts and she felt the first hint of the heat that would soon be a constant companion. Her large nipples pointed straight down at the coals; they felt the heat the most. She squirmed as the heat on her tits built slowly. It wasn't unpleasant at first; it was reminiscent of the feel of hot sunlight on her breasts at a topless beach. But it continued to build until it became slightly painful. She looked down between her arms and watched as her nipples squirmed, becoming erect and then limp again, almost as though trying to escape. She shook her chest to make her pendulous boobs flop around, hoping to escape the direct heat on her nipples. It seemed to work, offering a brief respite. She almost gasped when she felt his cock open her cunt and plunge roughly into her. He was big, and he intentionally rammed his cock into her, using his manhood to punish her softest part. She muted her cry though, remembering his words. Once her cunt had relaxed and accommodated his seven-inch cock, she could enjoy the feeling of him inside her again. His balls slapped at her cunt as he fucked her, stimulating her clit with each stroke. It felt so good! He groaned with pleasure as he fucked her and for an instant she wondered whether he would spew his load of seed into her cunt quickly and her punishment would be over. He paused his stroking, letting his cock rest inside her silky cunt, luxuriating in her slippery hotness. Instantly Viv became aware of the heat on her boobs. She stifled a moan as she desperately flopped her tits to reduce the direct heat on her nipples. "My God," she thought, "they must be roasting!" She squeezed his cock inside her cunt, trying to suck the cum from him quickly. He laughed gently, mocking her efforts. "They are hot, aren't they? Look at them! Your big nipples are getting quite red. Perhaps I will fuck your ass now—the motion will help to keep those big tits flopping. Would you like that?" She nodded, unsure of whether she could speak or if he would take that as breaking the rules. He laughed quietly. "Very good my little slut. You did pay attention. No speaking. No whimpering. And no orgasms!" He reached around on both sides of her chest and pulled a breast out to each side so he could inspect her nipples. His hands felt cool after the heat of the coals. He felt each nipple, kneading it and testing it. Her nipples responded and squirmed and became tight and hard. "Hmmmm… they are still doing fine. Nothing burned… yet. Just hot and slowly cooking. Maybe I should let them roast and then have a delicious meal of boob roast?" She knew he was teasing her, but it still filled her with anxiety. He let her breasts drop heavily down over the coals once more. She shook them and flopped them from side to side to reduce the heat on her nipples. It wasn't a pain like being burned—rather it was a steady aching pain, almost like sunburn. She felt his cock slide from her cunt and waited. A cock hadn't violated her ass since the last time he had disciplined her. The head of his cock pushed against her asshole and she nearly cried out. She tried to relax as he entered her, accepting his cock as he thrust it steadily into her. Her own cunt juices lubricated it, so there was no great resistance as he filled her ass with his manhood. "You are my fuck toy, my cunt, my ass, my mouth, to use as I desire! This cock makes me the boss. You are here only to satisfy my cock and balls, to take their cum and to be filled and used. You will obey me from now on instantly or I will roast those big tits and cut them off! Do you understand?" She nodded, desperately trying not to whimper. The pain in her ass from his big cock fought with the pain in her tits. He fucked her hard, making her tits flop back and forth over the coals. She felt her clit begin to ache with that familiar pre-cum sensation. If she came, he would know and her poor tits would really roast! Her cunt juices flowed from her cunt, running down her legs and filling the air with her musky scent. His cock pounded into her ass, fucking her, using her, filling her with its heat and incredibly masculinity. She felt his balls pull up tight, and prayed that he would fill her with his seed before she lost control and came. His voice came dimly to her in her ecstasy of pain and sexual arousal. "Alright you slut, you can cum with me. Cum now!" His words removed the only shred of restraint still left in her and she moaned and thrashed under him as she felt his cock spew cum into her ass. Her clit was on fire, aching for the feel of a cock or tongue or finger, but having none of them. It made her orgasm even more intense. Her cunt spasmed and wave after wave of orgasm overtook her. Her tits were on fire it seemed, but the pain only added to her excitement. She screamed as they came together, once more united and happy. The Reunion This story is a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy this story. I would love to back from you. I was a little surprised by the e-mail I received from Jenna. She had mentioned that she was planning to visit my city for an internship program and asked me if she could stay with me for six to nine months. Jenna was my niece and she was doing her master's degree. We had kept in touch with her on a regular basis, but had not seen her in ages. The last time I had seen her was about five years ago. It was a time of great sorrow for me, it was the funeral of my wife and our two kids. They had died in a tragic accident, the result of a drunk driver. My late wife and Jenna's mother Sue had been very close. They were both gorgeous and loving. I am fifty-five years old, but I keep myself in great shape. My love for outdoors and counselling helped me to deal with the loss. I had gotten back to dating a few women, but after spending over twenty years with wife, I found them shallow and boring. All of them were gorgeous and were wonderful sexually, but I just could not find someone suitable. In fact, I had heard that there was office pool on who and how long I was going to be with a woman. Jenna had been our favorite niece and I was delighted that she would be able to spend some time with me. A few days later, I went to pick Jenna up at the airport. I was looking around for her, when a gorgeous young woman in halter top and low hip jeans walked up to me and gave me a big hug and a wet kiss on my mouth. I was trying to recover from this when I heard the familiar laughter and a scream "Uncle Rog, great to see you. " I was stunned. This gorgeous creature was my niece. She had her mother's good looks and wonderful smile. We picked up her luggage and went home in the car. All the way home, she was talking constantly, and I realised how much I missed by my daughter. I took Jenna to my daughter's bedroom and set her things down. She wanted to go for a swim and invited me along. I went into my bedroom and changed into my swimming trunk. When I passed by her room, I noticed the door was ajar and her top and jeans were on the bed. I shouted that I was ready and waiting for her. I heard her say from the bathroom that she be ready in a minute. So I went into the room and seated myself. The bathroom door opened and my jaw dropped to the floor. Jenna emerged from the door completely nude, her lovely breasts swaying as she walked. She did not appear agitated and wondered if she could swim in the nude? Our backyard is completely isolated and overlooks the river. So there are no nosy neighbors peeking at the pool. My wife and I used to swim in the nude regularly. I hesitated, mainly because of the bulge in my trunks. She stood in front of me and lifted my hands and placed them on her breasts. She said "These are size 34C, don't like them Roger?" I noticed that uncle had been dropped. My eyes wandered down to her navel. She had a stud in her belly button which I had not noticed before. Moving down further, I noticed that she was completely shaved and smooth. Pink lips of her vagina seemed to moist. Then I before I could make a move, her hands opened the tie of my swimming trunks and before long my pants were around my feet. Released from the confines, my cock sprung out and attained its full length of 7 inches. Jenna ran her finger over the shaft, touching the sensitive head and touching the precum with her slender fingers. I was at a loss for words. The sensation was incredible, a beautiful young woman was in front of me, yet I could hear the shouting at the back of my head to stop this madness and run. The sudden shrill note of the telephone startled both of us. Being closest to the telephone, Jenna answered. It was her mom, making sure that she was home safe. I spoke to her as well, assuring her that Jenna had arrived safely and we were going outside for a swim. After hanging up both of us went to back yard and swam a number of laps. She was bent on chasing me around the pool, trying to feel me, but I stayed out of reach. We lit up the BBQ and had some grilled chicken and marinated salmon for supper. By this time, I had grown used to her nudity and we ate our supper in the nude. She talked about her sexual adventures and how she found the men of her own age immature. She complained that most men she had made love to did not engage in fore play but were interested in just sex. Next day Jenna and I went shopping. She seemed to have very refined taste and she bought business clothes. Every time she tried something on, she would seek my approval. At every shop, the sales girls would invariably refer to her as my girl friend. We then wandered into an up scale lingerie store. The store had the facility for women to try on underwear and for a partner to view them. She stepped out of her short skirt and handed me her panties. I noticed that they were slightly wet. When I looked up, she smiled at me mischievously. I put them in my pocket and watched her try on various panties, mostly thongs and g-strings. She selected the ones she needed and we paid for the merchandise and left. We were holding hands like lovers and walking around the mall. I noticed that she had started calling me Roger. The uncle prefix seemed to have vanished. While we stopped for an ice-cream when I put my hand in my pocket for change, I felt the moist pair of panties she had given me earlier. My eyes widened and she seemed to take delight in that. On our drive home, Jenna commented that she rarely wore panties and liked the freedom, the feel of fresh air over her smooth hairless pussy. The following day, I had a minor crisis in my hands. My date for charity ball that evening was ill and I was left without a date at the last minute. After much thought I asked Jenna if she could be my date for the evening. I asked her to be ready by 6:00 PM. I came home and changed into my tuxedo. I knocked on Jenna's door and she stepped out. I let out a small whistle, she was just gorgeous. She was wearing an evening gown which clung to her curves. The gown was slit high on the sides to reveal her long shapely legs. The back was bare and barely covered her ass. She wore a pearl choker and an emerald pendant which drew the onlooker's attention to the lovely cleavage. She had pearl drop ear rings with emeralds studded that complemented her looks. Her shoulder length blonde hair had brushed until it was shining and this set off her lovely green eyes magnificently. Her lovely tan and lack of tan lines suggested a healthy outdoor lifestyle. Her soft words broke into my reverie, "Please don't introduce me as your niece. Just as Jenna, please?" I promised I would. When we entered the room, hand-in-hand all conversation stopped. Men were looking at her head to to toe, struck by her beauty. Women were checking her out, wondering who this godess was on my hands. We moved around the room, introducing Jenna to many of my friends and partners. We had a lovely evening. Many times, colleagues and partners wanted to know if she was the next Mrs Roger Smith. I laughed it off. The CEO of the company was delighted with her humor and knowledge. She was charming, witty and above all beautiful. We danced a lot during the evening and I was struck again by her youthful energy. We got home late that night, delightfully tired. We went upstairs and paused near her room. I thanked her for being such a delightful companion. I went to plant a kiss on her cheeks. She suddenly turned and the kiss landed on her lips. I could feel my passion rising and her hot breath on my face was the trigger. I held her close and kissed her again. This time, she opened her mouth slightly to let my tongue in. As I held her close, my hands brushed against her buttocks. I found no tell-tale signs of a panty and I looked at her in amazement. She nodded and said, "Yes I had no panties on throughout the evening. I wanted to feel the soft silky material of the dress against my skin. " I left her at the room and went into my bedroom. I stripped and jumped into the bed. I turned the lights off. I could not sleep. My mind kept going over the kiss, the moment of intimacy and questions from colleagues about the relationship. The damper was the fact was that she was my niece. I heard the bedroom door open and footsteps on the hardwood floor. I felt Jenna slide into the bed, her nude body pressing close to me. She said, "Remember, when I was a little girl I used to snuggle up against you?" I nodded. "Right now I want to snuggle up against you Roger. " When I stammered about impropriety, she countered, "I am 22 years old and I know what I want. I am in love with you. I was in love with you when I was 10 and I am in love with you now. Please don't turn me away. " I felt tears flowing down her cheeks. I kissed her again. I kissed her forehead, then her lovely eyes, then her cheeks, tasting the salt in her tears. Tears were forming in my eyes as well, as I held her close to me. I ran a finger down her spine, to her ass cheeks. She spoke again,"Roger, please make love to me. I have wanted you so much. Please. " I kissed her again on her mouth. I nibbled at her ear lobes, teasing her ear lobes with my tongue. I felt her shiver under me. I laid her down on her back and kissed her nipples one by one. I felt them respond to my touch. I stood over her and rubbed my penis against her hard nipples. I used the split end of the head to pinch her nipples. I turned my attention further down. I traced a line from the valley of her breasts to her navel. I moved down further, bypassing her hardening clit and wet pussy. With my tongue, I licked her inner thighs then down to her feet. I took her toes in my hand and sucked on them. I licked the soles of her feet and I could hear her moan. I continued playing with her feet and I heard her shiver and experience an orgasm. I had not even touched her pussy yet. I parted her legs and lay between them. I thrust my tongue into her pussy, kissing her lips, tasting her cum. I took a couple of her fingers and placed them inside her pussy. Once they were soaked with her juices, I lifted her ass slightly and thrust them into her ass. I then slid a couple of my fingers into her pussy, moving them in and out, while I licked her clit, trying to find her g-spot. A bit awkwardly at first, she and I started to move our finger in unison, mine in her pussy, hers in her ass. As I increased my thrusts, she matched mine. As one stage, it felt as if out fingers had met and she exploded in her second orgasm, this one more powerful than the first. My penis was hard now and wanted relief as well, so I climbed over her and place my cock between her breasts. As I slid my shaft between them, Jenna kissed the head when it got close to her. In just a few minutes, I exploded in an orgasm, covering her breasts, face and mouth with my cum. It had been a while since I had an orgasm so powerful. Satisfied, I wanted to clean and relieve myself. I decided that Jenna should experience some thing different. While I stood facing the bowl, I asked her to hold my cock and direct the stream into the bowl. With great excitement, she held my throbbing cock in hand, as a steady stream of urine filled the bowl. Jenna took a wash cloth, rinsed with warm water, some soap and cleaned my cock and the head. After a thorough rinse, she placed my cock in her mouth and sucked it dry. Exhausted, we fell asleep in each others arms. Jenna has now moved to the city and we live together. We sleep together and I have introduced her to a number of new sexual experiences. The Reunion Brian and I (Michelle) worked together for years. We’d become really good friends and kept in touch after we were relocated to separate branches of the company. (LA and Boston) We were invited to the wedding of a former coworker and since neither one of us were in a relationship we decided to return to Chicago together. Long story semi-short, we had a good time at the wedding. Catching up with everybody was cool and Brian was looking extra fine. We worked in a casual office and those khakis never did him justice. His 6’2” dark chocolate frame was deliciously covered in a tailored black suit that complemented his broad shoulders. His cream shirt and tie made his mahogany skin glisten. I wasn’t slouching either: Black silk dress hugging my size 12 hips and showing off my waistline. Dress was low cut to let my D-cups do their thing. Honey-brown breasts looking nice in a Victoria’s Secret pushup bra. (yeah, I was prepared. matching thong too) A slit that went up high on my thigh to show off some leg. And serious heels, that made me almost as tall as Brian. After all the partying at the reception, neither one of us wanted to wreck the rental car. So we decided to get a room. No plans at this point. Just sleep it off, maybe catch a movie on HBO. We nicked another bottle of champagne from the bar, exited the ballroom and went straight to the front desk. When we got to the room, we kicked off our shoes, Brian loosened his tie and took of his jacket, but there was nothing to watch. We found a radio station that played slow jams and just relaxed and sipped. We laughed about old times and compared notes about our current jobs. Then Brian looked at me like he had a serious revelation. “Damn, what is it?” I asked. “Chelle did I tell you how hot you looked at the wedding?” I laughed. “What’s up with the past tense?” “ Ok, still look. I love that dress. Who knew you had curves like that?” “You clean up pretty well yourself.” I didn’t want to tell him that I was dying to see what was under that suit. I tried to play it shy, in case he wasn’t feeling me. “You know you danced with every one but me tonight. Even nerdy-ass Clyde danced with my date.” Brian pretended to look hurt. “Date, huh? Well, in that case you get to have me all to yourself.” I stood up and Brian followed. We moved the coffee table and got close. We started to dance. We were tipsy (drunk) so it was more like leaning on each other and swaying to the beat. I could smell his cologne and it was damn sexy. I’ve always thought of Brian as a buddy. My ace. I was considering getting way more than friendly. The debate of whether or not to make a move quickly sobered me up. I decided you only live once. I moved in and ran my tongue along the side of his neck. He pulled back and stared into my eyes. His internal debate took no time at all. He put his hands on either side of my face and leaned in. I parted my lips and waited. He kissed me slowly and gently, running his tongue over my mouth. He bit my bottom lip and the tips of our tongues danced like well-known lovers. I let out a moan as he moved his hands down my back, over my ass and back up to cup each cheek firmly. He pulled me into him while his kisses got deeper. I could feel him getting hard and wanted him to know I was feeling him too. I took his hand and started licking his fingers, taking them one by one into my mouth and sucking gently. He raised an eyebrow, but said “Not yet.” “I want to see you first.” He reached for the zipper of my dress. My heart began to race and after what seemed like forever, my dress fell to the floor. He reached for my breasts. He traced the edges of the black lace, touching my skin very lightly. My nipples were tight and hard. He brushed his thumbs over the peaks bringing them to an almost painful level of arousal. He ran his hands down the length of my body, feeling every curve. He was touching me so lightly I could barely feel his fingers, just a tingling sensation where his hands had been. He gave me the most erotic goose bumps. My hips began to grind against his dick. I wanted him so bad. I reached down to stroke him. “My, my, my. Who knew you had all this?” I asked him. “Is that what you want? You want this big dick, don’t you?” “Yes, please” I said, not trying to sound too eager. He took a step back and said “Take it.” Never one to pass up a dare, I dropped to my knees and took his dick in my hands. He was incredible; long, dark, thick and rock hard. I kissed the head and licked it softly. I moved my tongue up and down the shaft while I kneaded his balls with both hands. I licked the tip with slow, long strokes like my favorite ice cream. Only he tasted better. I took his dick into my mouth and moved my head up and down, sucking hard…my hand at the base of his dick massaging, then jacking, then back to massaging. He was so big I was wondering how much of him I could get in my mouth. I relaxed my throat and moved my mouth over him, taking as much of that big hard dick as I could. I applied some suction and felt the head of his dick swell. “Damn, baby.” He grabbed me by the back of my head and began to push himself further down my throat. “Mmmmm.” I moaned. The vibrations of my mouth and throat took him to another level. He pulled himself back and thrust his dick further in. He was fucking my mouth so hard I had to grab his ass to brace myself. “Aw fuck”. He came in a hot, powerful explosion. I had a hard time swallowing so much cum. I licked the last of him from my lips and looked up to see him smiling. I was glad he was pleased. He pulled me up and close to him in one quick motion and started to kiss me deeply. He pushed my panties aside and inserted a finger. He said, “The pussy’s right.” By this time I was soaking wet and my pussy was slurping as he fingered me. He moved his other hand to my clit and matched the rhythm of the fingers in my pussy. I grinded against his hands and pulled his head down to my breasts. He sucked my nipples through the lace of my bra, nipping the responsive points with his teeth. He was purposely teasing me and I couldn’t take it anymore. I unhooked my bra and held my breasts for him to suck. They felt warm and heavy in my hands. The nipples were hard and dark and his mouth looked so good sucking and licking. I squeezed them together so he could suck both nipples at once. “I’ve got to be inside you,” he said. We dropped what was left of our clothing on the floor and moved over to the bed. I laid on my back and spread my thighs. He stood there, watching me play with my clit. But that only lasted a few seconds and he was there, on top of me. His rock hard dick at the opening of my pussy. “Fuck me, baby,” I said. And with that, he pushed himself deep inside. My breath caught in my chest and I grabbed his shoulders. My back arched and I let out a cry of pleasure/pain. My pussy was spread wide as he thrust deeper and deeper. He lifted my leg over his shoulder, shifted his hips at an angle made me call out to God. He shifted his position over and over. Hitting the pussy from every direction. He was hitting it right. Too right. I felt a tingling deep inside my pussy and my ass started to tense. He felt me tensing and slowed his rhythm. “You’ll cum when I say you can cum,” he said as he moved back on top. He pulled himself almost completely out of the pussy and slowly, gently, but firmly pushed his big dick back in. It was exquisite. I was moaning and grinding, begging, “Fuck me harder baby, please. I want to cum for you.” He wouldn’t respond. He put his thumb on my clit and made small circles. He moved his hips to match the motion of his hand. My pussy singing with a wet, wonderful noise. Damn, this was so good. I could feel an orgasm brewing and told him, “Right there, don’t stop.” “Come on this dick, then girl,” and he began playing with my asshole, sticking his fingers in and out and rubbing the rim of my tight rear entrance. It drove me crazy. I came. HARD. “OH Shit. Mmmmmmmmm” And I was spent. He pulled out and stroked his dick, with a smug look on his face. I just stared and thought, “How did all that fit inside me?” He really was magnificently built. I watched, fascinated, as he jacked off until cum spewed all over my stomach and chest. He collapsed next to me and we both let out a big sigh. I tried to get up to go to the bathroom, but my legs were shaking so bad, I had to sit back down. Brian laughed, shook his head and went to get a warm rag. He gently wiped me off and kissed my quivering thighs. We spent the next couple days in that room. (thank God for room service) and I learned how to handle that big dick like a champ. Monday afternoon we got on separate planes and we haven’t hooked up since. We talk on occasion and reminisce about the reunion to remember.