1 comments/ 17057 views/ 1 favorites Waking By: HankSpard I've woken up to the sound of rain falling outside, the clouds have pretty much blocked out the Saturday morning sun so it's still quite dark in the room. I turn my head to see if you're awake yet but you're still asleep, your head on my shoulder and your arm draped across my chest. I gently caress your cheek with my palm, being careful not to wake you but eventually you stir and snuggle up closer to me. Even though it's quite warm and snug in the bed I turn to hold you in my arms and you let out a "mmm", while you put your leg over mine. We stay like that for a while, half-awake, enjoying each other's warmth. You start slowly rubbing your thigh up my lap and you can feel my morning erection straining through my boxers. I lean my head towards yours, my lips barely touching yours, feeling your warm breath on my skin. You smile and half open your eyes to look up at me and I smile back, lightly kissing your lips. My hand finds its way to your thigh draped over my crotch and I gently caress it, causing your nightie to slide up. As I'm not wearing a shirt you put your hand on my stomach and stroke it, running your palm from my bellybutton up to my chest while I kiss you full on the lips, letting the tip of my tongue slip into your mouth. I lick the inside of your lips and your teeth before I let my tongue slide further in to find yours. My hand roams further up your thigh and I slide it around to feel the back of your leg, gently squeezing the flesh just below your ass which makes you squirm - slowly rubbing my crotch with your thigh. Since your legs are nicely parted I slide my thigh between them, and I love the feel of your smooth soft skin on mine. Meanwhile I've been kissing you slowly and sensually, stroking the length of your tongue with mine while our lips rub together, and you absently run your flat palm across my chest occasionally brushing it against my hardened nipples. I slide my thigh further up between your legs but take care not to touch the crotch of your panties yet and I move it slowly up and down. This makes you moan softly while we kiss and your hand pauses underneath my nipple, rubbing your thumb lightly on it. As my thigh keeps moving slowly up and down between yours it inches further up to brush against your panty-covered pussy, and I feel your increasing wetness on me so I press my leg gently on your crotch. The length of your pussy is now resting on the top of my thigh and the front of your pubic area is pressed against my hip. By now I'm giving you soft, affectionate kisses over your cheeks and around your mouth as I rock my thigh ever-so-slightly against your soaked pussy, your swollen clit grazing my hip. You respond to this by arching your back slightly, and you ride my thigh steadily while I kiss along your neck, occasionally nibbling your skin. Your hand moves down my front and pauses at the top of my boxers, rubbing my stomach just the way I like it. You're still slowly grinding against my leg and hip while your thigh moves away from my bulge, the skin of your leg moist with my pre-cum. You run your hand lightly up and down the length of my dick through my boxers, stopping when you reach my scrotum to cup and squeeze it with your fingers. By now we're both moaning softly as we enjoy the gentle, sensual morning stimulation, keeping our lips together to kiss tenderly while we pleasure each other slowly. I slide my hand up the back of your thigh to run it over your ass cheek, fondling it through your panty and letting my fingertips glide over your crack as you continually ride my thigh. My other hand is caressing your each of your tits in turn, sliding my hand firmly up and down them and rubbing the flat of my palm in circles over each nipple through the fabric of your nightie. When I do this you grasp my cock and jack me off slowly, causing beads of my pre-cum to leak through my boxers which you rub into my dick head with your thumb. I love it when you wank me and your hand feels amazing on my cock so I start pumping my hips up to meet your hand. I need to feel your hot cunt on my thigh so I slide your panties down your legs and reposition my thigh between yours, my fucking your hand causing my thigh to slide back and forth against your soaking pussy. I keep one hand on your ass to knead and stroke it and push you on my thigh, while the other one massages your lovely breasts. You find the button on the opening of my boxers and undo it to free my cock, letting it spring out and bounce against your palm. You rub your palm over the head of my cock, and then down my shaft making it wet and slick with pre-cum, then you encircle just my head with your fingers and slowly stroke it, rotating your hand with every stroke. We're kissing passionately now, you sucking my tongue between your lips as I slide it inside your mouth, mimicking a fucking motion as I suck your lips and rub mine all over them. Sliding my hand under your ass, my fingers find their way to your swollen pussy lips and I rub the length of them, letting my fingertips tease the outside of your hole. When I do this you push your ass out, forcing my fingers to penetrate you and I slide my fingers deep inside you to finger your hot cunt while you grind your clit on my thigh. You're now using your whole hand to stroke and massage the head of my cock, trying to feel it with every inch of your hand, making me moan and squirm with pleasure. If you keep this up I'll definitely cum in your hand, but first I want to feel your sweet pussy around my dick, so I turn myself to face you, and push my boxers off my legs. I wrap my arms around you and slide my pulsating erection between your legs, rubbing it up and down the skin of your inner thighs before guiding it over your cunt. In the meantime I'm kissing up and down your neck, dragging my lips over your skin, and you're caressing my shoulders and the nape of my neck. You squeeze your thighs together, gripping my shaft firmly on your pussy, and you start slowly fucking me like that, my cock rubbing along the length of your slit. You squeeze and loosen your grip on me as I slowly pump my cock between your thighs, my hand stroking the side of your breast while I rub my thumb in circles around your nipple. You're constantly moaning and grinding your hips as my shaft rubs on your swollen clit while I fuck the length of your pussy, the head of my cock teasing your hole. Releasing your grip, you swing your leg over my hip and I slip my cock inside you with ease, holding your waist so I can penetrate you as deep as possible. You throw your arms around my neck and pull me to you for a long deep kiss and I hug you close, my dick snug inside your cunt. We hold each other like this for a while, not really trying to orgasm, just to enjoy the closeness and intimacy of the moment and each other. We're sharing passionate kisses, sucking each other's tongues deep into our mouths, and caressing each other's bodies. I can feel you squeezing the muscles of your pussy, trying to milk my dick, and now I start to fuck you slowly... making sure your pussy feels every inch of my cock sliding in and out of it. You're thrusting your hips to meet mine and your clit hits my pubic bone every time. I run my hand over your lower back and down your ass, my fingers lightly teasing your crack as I stroke your cheek and gently fuck you. My hand finds its way to your front and I slide it down between our crotches to stroke your clit with my fingertips while I drive my pulsating cock into your soft wet pussy. When I do this you throw your head back so I kiss and lick down your neck, and I use my other hand to pull down the front of your nighty to uncover your gorgeous tits, sucking and fondling them while I fuck you slightly faster. I alternate stroking your clit in circles and tapping around it with my fingers as I know this makes you cum exquisitely, and you moan loudly and reach between my legs to stroke and tease my swelling scrotum. Without letting go of my cock you push me over to the side, so I'm lying on my back and you're over me, your hands on either side of my shoulders and your boobs dangling over my chest as you start riding my cock back and forth. I take each of them in my hands and stroke your nipples, flicking my thumbs on them and massaging your flesh. You're panting and grunting now as you start humping me like an animal, bouncing on my cock and I moan in unison, thrusting my hips up to meet yours. You lean down to lick my ear and I moan in yours "Aaah Niki yes, fuck me." I hold your hips for leverage and I thrust hard and fast into your tight cunt, my balls slapping your ass. I use one hand to play with your clit, and when I do this I can feel your pussy tighten around my cock so I start tapping rapidly alongside it. "uhhnnn uhhnnn oh god I'm cumming baby" you whimper in my ear and I reply "yeh, cum for me, cum on my cock aah aah". You let out a loud groan as you start to cum, writhing on my cock as I continue my assault on your clit, and I stop fucking you to feel your pussy contract around my cock, milking and squeezing it as you have a long hard orgasm. Feeling you cum like this brings me on to orgasm as well, the tightening of your cunt sucking my cock deeper inside and milking it for all it's worth. You're still riding the waves of your orgasm when I shoot my load deep inside you and I start thrusting my hips again, enjoying your tightness. After a while we both stop cumming and you're still lying on me, panting to regain our breath. My cock is now semi-erect, and I can feel our collective fluids leaking down on my crotch. Almost reading my mind you snake down my body and lick down my crotch to clean our love juices off me with your lips and tongue. You lick around the base of my cock and the joint of my groin and thighs, trailing down to suck my testicles and then back up to lick the wetness off my cock which feels amazing. Once you're done you climb back up and we snuggle together, kissing each other affectionately till we finally decide to get out of bed. Waking Christine yawned luxuriously, stretching slowly and sitting upright, so that the sheet slipped down and the morning sun gilded her pale skin, turning her breasts and belly the colour of polished gold. Sue felt the movement and lazily opened her eyes, just lying in the warmth and admiring her friend's supple body. Christine looked down and saw that Sue was awake. Slowly, Christine laid back down beside her and looked into her deep brown eyes. "Sue, " Christine began, hesitantly. "Shhh, I know, " Sue replied, "You were upset, you needed comforting and you're not really into girls." Before she could continue, Christine had placed her fingertips against Sue's lips, pressing gently against the plump moistness of her mouth. Then she leaned over and slipping her fingers away, kissed Sue's mouth lightly, tasting her lips as they curved in a gentle smile. Then she kissed one corner and then the other. "Sue, I'm not upset now," Christine murmured, as she kissed the curve of her smile, "and I don't want you to comfort me, I want you to make love with me." Sue reached out and slid her arm around Christine's hip, spreading her fingers over the small of her back. Christine pressed her lips to Sue's feeling her mouth open and Sue welcoming her probing tongue. Sue's embrace tightened a little and she closed her eyes as Christine slipped the tip of her tongue into Sue's mouth. Christine rested her hand on the smooth curve of Sue's belly and rubbed softly, her fingertips tracing circles against the warm skin. Gradually the circles widened and her fingertips were brushing the curve where Sue's breasts rose gently from her ribs. Christine cupped the warm flesh, suppressing a stab of envy at her lover's voluptuous curves. Her fingers cradled Sue's breast, squeezing it very gently and making Sue sigh into Christine's mouth. Sue lifted her hand to cup Christine's breast, her thumb and forefinger resting lightly upon the base of her nipple. Slowly, teasingly, Sue traced a circle with her fingernail, running it around the bottom of the hard nub. Christine gasped, the sound captured in the warmth of Sue's mouth, as she softly pinched the sensitive nipple between her finger and thumb. Christine took hold of Sues nipple and pulled on it, lifting the tiny, hardened shaft and stretching it. Christine moved her mouth away from Sue's lips and kissed her jaw, her eyelids and the soft skin at the base of her throat. Sue arched her back, pressing her breast against Christine's fingers, and then reached out to guide Christine's mouth to her breast. Christine kissed the warm skin and smelt the tang of Sue's arousal as she kissed the tiny pearls of perspiration from the valley between her breasts. Christine's tongue flickered against the softly curving skin like a questing snake, touching and then withdrawing into her mouth to taste her lover. Sue trembled and pushed Christine's mouth closer to her erect and aching nipple. She could feel a ripple of air as Christine giggled, realising that Sue wanted her to suck and lick the hard bud, but determined to tease her a little first. Sue squeezed Christine's nipple a little harder, making her gasp against her breast. Christine closed her lips around the hard stalk of Sue's nipple, drawing it into her mouth and nuzzling gently at her breast. Her tongue swirled over the hard point of Sue's nipple, bathing it gently in Christine's mouth. Sue murmured in the back of her throat, encouraging Christine to caress her with her mouth. Christine, gently nipped at the hard point of Sue's nipple with the edge of her teeth, trapping it so that she could lash her tongue across the sensitive flesh. Christine, slid her hand lower, following the slight curve of Sue's belly until she could touch the smoothly shaven vee of her sex. The mound was firm but yielding as she pressed her fingers against Sue's body. Sue trembled and took a shuddering gulp of air as Christine's fingers edged closer to the hard pearl, hooded by a delicate fold of skin, that was her aching clit. Sue reached down and guided Christine's hand to her pussy, pressing against her fingers, so that the tip of her forefinger slipped inside and brushed against the base of her clit. Christine felt the shiver that raced through Sue's body and the sudden hot flood of wetness over her fingertips. Sue pushed upwards, taking Christine's finger deeper into her pussy. Christine closed her eyes, the tips of her long, silken lashes brushing against Sue's skin. She could feel Sue gripping her finger and realised that sue was whispering to her. "Yess! " Sue hissed, "Touch me, push your fingers inside me. I want you to make me cum." "What do you want me to do?" Christine giggled. "I want you to force your fingers into my pussy, make me wet and then make me cum." Sue groaned. Christine moved her hand slowly and then thrust two fingers into the wetness of Sue's pussy. Sue arched her back, her bottom leaving the bed as she tried to take more of Christine's long, slender fingers into her pussy. Gasping she fell back, her pussy gushing onto the sheets. Christine released Sue's nipple from between her lips and began to kiss a trail downwards, over her belly. Sue whimpered quietly as Christine moved her fingers slowly in and out of her tight pussy. "I never knew this could be so good." Christine whispered, just loudly enough for Sue to hear. "What?" Sue asked, distracted by the feel of Christine's breath upon the swollen pearl of her clit. "Fingering your wet cunt and tasting your juices as I suck your clit." Christine replied. Plunging her mouth down onto Sue's dripping pussy, Christine sucked her swollen clit into her mouth and began to lash it with the tip of her tongue. Sue could hardly bear the sensation ripping through her and thrashed against the bed, while Christine held her clit firmly between her lips and sucked and licked, swallowing the heady nectar that gushed onto her lips. Sue screamed as her whole body was wracked by spasms of ecstasy. Christine released the hard nub of Sue's clit from her mouth and watched as her pussy swelled and a tiny spurt of creamy juice splashed onto the sheets. Sue gasped and reached for Christine, pulling her closer, so that their breasts were pressed together. Christine could feel the hard points of Sue's nipples pressing against her, the heat from her excitement making them feel like hot coals upon her skin. Sue pushed gently against Christine's shoulder, pressing her down until she was lying flat on her back. Sue leaned over, her breasts swinging a little, her nipples brushing against Christine's chest. Lying on her back, Christine's figure was even more boyish than before, her taut, pert breasts almost flat. Sue's fuller, more voluptuous globes hung a little and Christine could see them flatten as Sue pressed them against her. Christine's nipples stood hard and erect like pebbles. Sue smiled as she straddled Christine and rocked back and forth, rubbing their breasts together, the hard nuts of their nipples catching and dragging against each other. Leaning on her forearms, sue lowered herself onto Christine, pressing her breasts onto her and kissing the corners of her mouth. Christine parted her lips and let Sue's tongue slip between them to explore her mouth. Sue tasted herself on Christine's lips and pressed herelf against the soft thatch over the girl's pussy. Christine sucked hungrily on Sue's tongue, feeling the lips of her pussy swelling and becoming wet as they kissed. Sue rested on her side and brought her hand onto the swell Of Christine's breast, her own bosom pressed against the other. Her palm trapped the soft swelling, kneading it sensuously, gently. Christine's nipple pressed against Sue's palm, hardening as Sue caressed her breast. Christine moaned quietly, almost a sigh, as she felt her pussy moisten, the tender lips sticking together. Sue slid her hand over Christine's taut belly, feeling the dampness on her skin, until her fingertips touched the silky thatch of pubic hair. She pressed a little harder, her fingers sliding through the moist, springy curls until she could touch the delicate hood hiding Christine's swollen clit. Sue brushed her fingernail over the hard pearl, making Christine mewl like a kitten. Christine pulled her knees a little higher and let them fall open, spreading her thighs for Sue to reach further down. Sue ran the tip of her finger along the puffy, tender, lips of Christine's pussy, then slowly but firmly pushed three fingers inside. Christine arched her back as she felt Sue gradually stretching her tight pussy, the sensation of Sue opening her wet pussy sending ripples of pleasure through her. Christine drew her knees further back, so that sue could push more deeply into her yielding pussy. "Oh God, Sue," she moaned, "that feels so good!" "You like the feel of my fingers in your pussy?" Sue asked. "Yess!, Finger my cunt!" Christine wailed. Sue smiled at her friend's request. Little did Christine realise, but she had wanted to take her to bed almost from the day they had met. This was a chance she would definitely make the most of. Gradually, very, very gently, Sue worked her fingers in and out of Christine's dripping pussy. She leaned over her and kissed the skin of her belly, watching it ripple as Christine's body responded to her caresses. Tilting her had, she could see them both in the mirror on the wardrobe door. She watched as she pressed her hand against the mound of Christine's pussy, watching it open and almost suck on her fingers. Pulling her hand back, easing her finger out of Christine's pussy, Sue was rewarded with a whimper from Christine. "Don't stop, put them back in me." She begged Sue said nothing, but this time, she bunched four fingers together and slowly pushed them between the lips of Christine's pussy, twisting her wrist as they sank in. Christine's eyes widened like saucers as she felt Sue stretching her. The pressure was almost painful and, for a moment, Christine thought that Sue was going to tear her open. She gasped as Sue's knuckles slipped inside her and her thumb brushed against her clit. Christine's whole body spasmed driving her puss against Sue's hand and forcing herself onto the fingers inside her. Without saying anything, Sue eased her hand out of Christine's pussy, watching in the mirror as the opening slowly closed, leaving a tender pink gashed, swollen and almost bruised. Christine was trembling like a leaf in a gale and sue could hear her swallow and sigh as she caught her breath. "Sue, put them back inside me, please?" begged Christine. "You want my fingers deep inside you?" Sue murmured into her ear, "What about my fist?" "Oh God! Whatever you want. Just make me cum again, please?" Christine whimpered. Sue reached down and bunched her fingers and thumb together, then pressed them against the lips of Christine's pussy moving her hand from side to side a little until they were between the tender lips. Gradually Sue pressed harder and harder, watching her hand disappearing slowly into Christine's pussy. Slowly, fraction by fraction, Sue's hand edged deeper and deeper into Christine's pussy. In the mirror she could see Christine's pussy, stretched so tightly that it looked as though the skin would split, gripping her hand. A deep breath, a tiny lunge with her arm, and Sues hand was completely inside Christine's pussy. Christine was trembling continuously, her body almost vibrating as Sue paused, her hand buried inside her. Sue felt Christine's muscles soften as she relaxed and the grip of her pussy on Sue's hand eased. Then Sue began to curl her fingers back towards her palm, gradually making a fist. Christine felt the fingers inside her curling and the hand swelling into a fist, stretching her as Sue bunched her fingers tightly. Christine panted, trying to relieve, or at least get used to, the pressure against the tight walls of her pussy. Sue slowly and gently pressed her fist deeper, turning it so that the hard knob of bone pressed against the pearl of Christine's swollen clit. Christine moaned loudly, thrashing her head against the pillow as Sue moved her fist inside Christine's tightly stretched pussy. Sue kissed Christine's hard nipple, then nipped it between her teeth. This was too much for her to bear and her moan became a shriek as her whole body convulsed in a shattering orgasm. Her back arched until Sue could hear Christine's joints crackling and then she fell back to the bed in a limp heap, like a dishrag. Christine lay panting on the bed, her chest heaving and her nipples swollen and cherry red. Sue straightened her fingers and drew her hand back slowly, easing it out of Christine's dripping pussy. The wet, slurping sound as her fist slipped out was loud compared to the panting of the two women. Christine groaned as she felt the emptiness of her stretched pussy and Sue gathered her, trembling into a tender, yet passionate embrace. "You're mine now, all mine." Sue whispered into her lover's ear. Waking To Randy I felt warmth on my cheek along with a familiar soothing pounding against my ear. I could feel my face spread into a smile. I sleepily raised onto my elbow, my face still warm from sleeping on his chest. A feeling of intense emotion rushed through my body and I smiled again as I brushed some hair from his forehead. My lips press to his skin softly and all I can do is smile as I watch him sleep. My fingers tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear as I look at him and remember how we met…… He seemed so cute to me, tucked away at the corner of the bar I work at. I had noticed when he came in but the volume of people distracted me from approaching him. My day had been less than stellar and my emotions were already in overdrive. I thought he chose an odd place to sit, but then again at his seat I could pass him whenever I wanted. At one point I got a chance to stand near him to look closer at him, as I sipped on a drink between table-runs. I looked at him off and on, noticing the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead and how his eyes held a gentle pain. I noticed he would take sidelong glances at me and it made me realize how cute I thought he was when I first saw him come in. I finally approached him to say hi and it was oddly cute and arousing the way he just stared at me tongue-tied. It made me smile and laugh softly at him only to make some smart-assed comment, placing my hand on his arm as I walked past him to get back to my shift. I felt small tingles in my fingertips as I walked away, the kind you get from feeling a persons body heat for the first time. The night progressed slowly with only a few scenes of bar drama once I finally got a chance to stop by more and talk to him. I noticed that every time I sat on the stool next to him, he seemed attracted to my legs which of course did not bother me, just made me slide them in his direction more when I sat. I realized when I was talking to him how much I enjoyed hearing him speak and the fact that he was easy to talk to. I felt the small tingles of erotic pressure between my thighs when I talked to him. The bar was getting quieter but I could tell he was getting ready to leave as I wiped down tables. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him head towards the bathrooms and I quickly went into the back to wait by the swinging doors that come out right by the restrooms. My eyes watched for him. I saw his head pass by the doors and I reached out to grab his hand, pulling him into the back with me. I stared into his eyes before letting my lips slide over his. His body pressed into mine and in the back of my throat came a small half moan. He felt good as we kissed. I could feel the heat from his hands on me, warming my soul. I looked into him with a slight smile as I backed him against a counter and began to slowly unzip his pants. I pressed my lips and the soft edge of my teeth to his neck, teasing his skin. The palm of my hand teased his erect cock through his underwear before it slipped inside to grasp his hot flesh. It made me smile to hear him moan to me and I took my lips from his neck to kneel between his thighs. I pressed my lips and the tip of my tongue against the head of his cock, he tasted sweet to me. My hands pulled his underwear and pants down until they fell at his ankles. My tongue teased the ridge around his head before I placed his entire tip into my mouth. His length felt wonderful in my mouth as I grabbed his cheeks for leverage and I let him fuck my mouth. My fingers played lightly on his clean shaven balls, making me smile inside. I took my mouth away from his shaft to roll one of testicles into my mouth with the tip of my tongue, massaging it with my lips. He pulled me up against him, afraid of bursting just yet I suppose. He lifted me up to sit on the counter as his hands caressed my thighs shortly before unzipping my skirt and sliding it off me. My fingers played in his hair slightly as I looked at him. I smiled teasingly as he undressed my lower half and became apparently harder at what he found under my skirt. I could feel my clit throbbing already and it only got worse when he bent his head to run his tongue over the skin of my inner thighs. I felt his fingers teasing my shaven lips as he felt underneath the crotch of my thong. He slid it slowly down my legs and I suddenly felt like crying at his soft fingertips on my skin. My body jerked softly as he suddenly spread my lips open with his fingers. I shivered gently as some cold air hit my sensitive nub for the first time. My body quickly warmed as he kissed along my inner thighs and I tingled as his mouth came nearer to my wet center. I heard and felt him sigh as he breathed me in before his lips met my wet shaven ones. I leaned my body back in gentle ecstasy. The minute I felt his tongue curl around my nub before he sucked it between his lips I came in a rush. My cheeks reddened softly at the quickness of it but he didn't seem to mind, he buried his face deeper between my thighs as I leaned back and moaned deeply. I whispered his name gently the moment his finger found entry into me. I cried out softly as my walls seemed to suck his finger in deeper. His mouth still sucked deliciously on my clit as his finger moved slowly and deeply inside of me. His finger crooked slightly to rub against my spot and I came again with a small rush of liquid. He moaned against my cunt as he drank from me. I pulled his face to mine, kissing my taste off his lips. I turned my body so that I leaned on the counter on my elbows, raising my ass gently against his hard cock. He grabbed my hips as I guided his erection into me. He pushed as I back up and we met in a delightfully wet sound. I gasped with the intense feeling of it. He pressed my clit between his thumb and forefinger as he began to stroke rhythmically inside me. My body shook slightly. I could feel the tingles become unbearable as he fucked me. I warned him this time that I was about to come and in turn he warned me as well. I could feel his cock swell slightly inside my tight walls and it made me moan softly. As the tingles turned into small explosions I felt him tense his grip as he came along with me. I felt an odd warmth pass through me and it made me smile. He held onto me for a short while before I sadly had to remind him that I had to return to work. He sweetly helped me with clothes and I left before him, and resumed the activity of wiping down tables. When he emerged himself I couldn't help but stare at him and smile…… I smiled at his sleeping form again, the same sweet way I did after out first time together. My clit throbbed with the memory and I smiled teasingly into the dark. I kissed his forehead sweetly again before I moved my lips to his neck. He sighed softly in his sleep and turned his head slightly still in a dream. My tongue dragged slowly down his skin to his chest, flicking softly against his nipple. I felt his lower half stirring and I could see the shape of it harden in the dark. I smiled against his skin as I took his nipple with my teeth softly, causing him to moan in his sleep. I crouched silently between his legs as my mouth and tongue made their way down the middle line of his chest and abdomen. I tongued his navel teasingly, making his thigh cutely shiver in return. I couldn't help but laugh softly against his skin. I could feel his cock hardening in his sleep against the underside of my chin, tickling me and making me laugh again slightly. My fingers wrapped themselves around his erection as I began to stroke him slow and long. I felt his hips rise to meet my hand and he moaned again in a gentle sleep. My tongue flicked out to rub his tip as my hands still stroked him. He pressed his hips up, bringing his cock into my mouth. I looked up at him and as far as I could tell he still slept. As my mouth enveloped almost his entire cock I felt his hands slide into my hair and I looked up in the half darkness to see his beautiful eyes staring huskily into mine. He guided my head up and down on him, fucking my mouth and letting his tip hit the back of my throat. I moaned with him between my lips. I felt his cock quiver in my mouth and I heard my name moaned into the dark as he came in my mouth. I felt his warm seed slide down my throat, making me moan again. He slid his cock from my mouth and it was still semi-hard. I crawled to sit on his abdomen, letting my soaking wet lips trail onto his skin. He moaned deeply and lifted my body to slide his cock into my tight wet cunt. I cried out softly and began to move my hips hungrily. His hands grasped my breasts and his fingers played with my nipple rings as I rode him. My belly bloomed with orgasmic bliss as he fingers slightly twisted and I came. I could feel juices drip down his cock, making him harden fully inside of me. I tightened my thighs around his hips as I lifted my body on him only to let his cock almost slip out before I rammed him back into me, making us both cry out sharply in intense pleasure. As the tip of his cock hit my gentle spot I came again, crying out louder than before. He moved his hips into me and I could sense his cock was ready to explode. I tightened my walls and pleaded with him in a soft voice to come. He came inside me in a rush and the feeling of it caused my inner walls to quiver as I came again. I fell and slightly lay on his chest, his cock softening slowly inside me. I pulled him out of me and lay tangled with him again, my head on his chest. I smiled slowly. "Rick…do you remember our first night together?" "Of course I do…" I could sense him smile in the dark. "We should try that again sometime…" I smiled before closing my eyes and softly fell asleep with the romantic pounding of his heart against my ears. Waking I woke gently from my sleep, clawing my way through the fog that clouded my mind, my body slowly registering the dryness of my mouth, the dull aches that encompassed my body. The room was dark save for a sliver of light from the street lamp that had managed to find a crack in the curtains. It was warm and still; disturbed only by the deep breathing of the other occupant of the bed; deep, heavy, distinctly male. As I tried to sit up my body cried out, my head spinning sickeningly, forcing me to fall back, disturbing the bed and eliciting a small mutter from the guy lying next to me. I know the voice and the sudden realization that I'm naked in a bed, lying next to Carl, makes my stomach lurch; what the fuck happened? I close my eyes, trying to quell the panic that is surging through my chest, making my heart beat a hundred miles an hour; and it all comes back to me; slowly at first, as it is drudged up from the murkiness of my thoughts, and then in a rush, so hard and so fast it feels like my head is going to explode. I remember stumbling into our room at some point in the night, naked and exhausted, my body aching and my head spinning from all the drugs and booze. The bed had seemed to call to me and I'd gladly flopped down onto it; lying on the edge, my feet on the floor; and that's how I'd stayed for who knows how long; the shadows dancing around and mocking me, seeming to laugh out loud at my sorry state, taking great pleasure in the knowledge that I was too weak to move. I wanted sleep, I needed it even, but my heart was beating to fast from the ecstasy, my skin tingling, my mouth dry. I remembered someone coming in, small and dark in the doorway, speaking to me softly, holding my head up gently as water trickled down my throat. Small, soft hands, a woman...but it wasn't you. Who was it? It was just you, Carl and I in the house, wasn't it? I'd tried to ask but I couldn't remember the reply. I just wanted to sleep but I couldn't, she wouldn't leave, she kept talking. I tried to tell her I couldn't understand her but my mouth wouldn't do anything more than mutter stupidly. Then I felt her hands on my stomach, nails digging in gently, raking down over my hips, along the outside of my thighs; her hair gently tickling the inside of them, hot breath on my balls. It was torturous ecstasy, my skin tingling and jumping at every touch. I tried to tell her no, shook my head vehemently but she either never heard or just didn't care as she took my limp cock in her mouth and began sucking. She toyed with my balls and dug her nails into my thigh as she sucked, running her teeth roughly over my head. Sensations of excruciating pain and exquisite pleasure raked through me. I didn't want it, I tried to move, tried to cry out but it did nothing to deter her and slowly I felt myself getting thicker in her mouth, heavier as blood raced into my cock. She let me slip out her mouth then but instead of leaving began to roughly jerk it up and down, from side to side, the skin pulling and stretching from the friction; taking my balls into her mouth and sucking savagely. I wanted to cry out but my breath caught in my throat; I was sure she was going to break my cock, it bent and bounced under her attention, sending a shooting pain to the very base of my spine. A tear trickled down my cheek in frustration and pain but she didn't seem to care, biting down on my balls if I made too much noise; and then, at the very moment I thought my cock could take no more and would break, she stopped, letting it fall, hot, full and raw onto my stomach. I thought she was leaving as she got up but it was not to be and I felt her take my cock in hand again; but as I whimpered in submission I felt her guide it to her hole and sit down on it firmly; a little sigh escaping her mouth as it eased into her. I don't remember much more than that she was facing away from me, hands on my knees, nails digging into my skin as she bounced up and down on my cock; occasionally stopping to grind herself in little circles on it. She was small and pale; the little light there was giving me no-more detail than that. The room was filled with her grunts and moans, my attempts to say no and the slapping of flesh, the indicator that my declarations were not successful. I remember the creak of the door seeming to shatter the relative silence of the room, a dark silhouette standing there, talking to my violator, no indication given, that they were concerned with my plight. I remember the door closing again, soft footfalls on the carpet and soon the grunts and moans dying down to an almost incomprehensible muffled muttering. The fucking hadn't stopped though; instead my violator had released my knees and was leaning forward, the new angle giving her increased leverage to slam down onto my cock with renewed and increased power. My cock slid in and out of her with ease, a wet slapping accompanying every bounce. She was falling onto it so hard and so fast it began bending about a third of the way up, each thrust causing agonizing pain at the bend only for it to be soothed over by the warm, wet, silky sheath of her cunt. I remember lifting my head up weakly, trying to will myself up, but to no avail. It was as if everything below my neck was encased in lead, unyielding and dead. I caught sight of a dark silhouette against the backdrop of the curtains, the lit end of a cigarette glowing gently in the blackness. He had a hand in her hair, seeming to guide his hips in and out of her mouth gently as she held onto his thighs. He was talking to her in between puffs, his voice deep, sonorous, strangely hypnotic. He seemed to egg her on, encouraging her to bounce harder upon my cock, cooing and cajoling, whipping her into a frenzy. My cock glistened in the moonlight, a thick oily sheen coating its entire length, as it repeatedly disappeared into her sopping wet cunt. Her ass was red from where it slammed into my thighs, a notable contrast to the milky white paleness of the rest of her ass and lower back, even in the relative darkness of the room. By now the tears were rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably in frustration at my inability to stop this violation. He must have noticed them glistening in the light because I heard him laugh and tell her. The bitch seemed spurred on by this, her bouncing and slamming becoming savage and erratic; obviously bouncing so hard that his cock fell out her mouth; her cries of savage joy as her orgasm hit reverberating through the room, loud enough to wake the entire house I thought. She ground down onto me, her pussy clenching and quivering, my cock stuck in her at a painful angle but she didn't seem to notice; instead arching her back as the waves of her orgasm washed through her. After what seemed an eternity she leaned forward and stumbled off me, clutching to the other man, my cock sliding out of her pussy and falling to my stomach wetly. My thighs were dripping from her wetness, her juices running down my cock and over my balls; penetrating all the creases as they ran down my crack and onto the bed beneath me. My heart was pounding, my chest heaving from the exertion I had been exposed to; my arms lying limply as I shook the tears from my eyes. Relief washed over me that my torture was over and I tried to tell them to fuck off, but all I could do was gurgle incoherently. It obviously had no effect because I felt two strong hands grab each of my limp calves and lift them up, pushing my knees against my chest, the base of my back lifting clear off the bed. A face loomed large in my vision as he leaned forward, enough light from the window to make out Carl's leering face. He was talking softly but all I remember was the smell of smoke and booze and weed; the leer seeming to grow larger and larger until it occupied everything I could see. I'd just wanted him to finish, to say his insults and leave but instead I felt something wet and warm and hard at the entrance to my ass. All to late I realized what was happening and the sound of my objection was muffled out as he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth as his cock simultaneously pushed its way slowly into my ass; managing to penetrate the tight ring of my sphincter painfully, but easily. I tried to scream, I tried to struggle but all to no avail. The weight of his body pinned my legs to my chest, he held my arms down above my head and his mouth stayed clamped over mine; my scream cut off by the probing tongue in my mouth, hot and wet, carrying with it the taste of smoke and booze and cum. His cock continued to slide into me relentlessly. Slowly each centimeter sluggishly pushed passed the tight ring of my ass, the pressure behind it painfully intense. It burned relentlessly, a sharp pain shooting through my bladder and to the base of my groin as he pushed it in deeper, to places never before touched. At last I felt his pelvis against my ass, his cock fully inside me as he beat off my struggles and continued to explore my mouth. He held himself there for the longest time, until my struggles had died down, the pain in my ass dying down to a low throbbing burn, soon to be overtaken by the uncomfortable sensation of the cock in my ass. He broke the kiss then, pulling back slightly to look at my face and chuckled; telling me not to struggle or he'd just prolong it. I tried to tell him to stop as I gasped for air, tried to push him off me but he wouldn't budge. He just chuckled and told me to think of it as my punishment for earlier; "You didn't think you could get away with it, did you?" he asked softly, "Wandering off from the party like that because you were tired? Tash was very disappointed you know. She wanted a good fucking and yet her pathetic little boyfriend wasn't up to the challenge; tsk tsk tsk... " He emphasized the last three sounds with three grinding thrusts into me. I gasped in surprise and pain, tried to tell him it wasn't my fault but he cut me off with another kiss and a savage thrust that made my eyes water. "Don't speak, I'm sure you know by now that I like my holes silent." My protest cut short by another savage thrust that literally rammed home his point. "Don't worry about her though, I'm sure John is taking care of her as we speak, or she's taking care of herself; Lord knows she has to do it enough when you're around..." My whimper was met with a leer and another grinding thrust. "But you see, Val and I had to come and see what all the fuss about you was; we needed to know what exactly it was she saw in you." The leer grew bigger and the grinding thrusts had started up a steady rhythm, but I tried to make as little noise as I could, cutting off my whimpers in my throat. Each thrust forced his stomach to press over my still wet cock and balls, squashing them somewhat uncomfortably but the heat and weight providing an enjoyable pleasure. "Eve seems to think you're useful to have around as something hard to fuck when she wants to get off but she was a little disappointed that you didn't cum; but then again she and Tash always did have very similar tastes..." He thrust into me savagely again as I moaned out, my ass crying out in pain at the abuse, but a little less each time around. "Women like that, you know? The ability to make a man cum, it makes them feel like they've done a good job." he smirked at me and bit me on the neck hard. "You don't even have to make them cum." he snickered lewdly. I gasped in frustration and it seemed to thrill him even more. "I mean, you're not bad in bed by all accounts; you just lack that one little thing that she loves. Do you know what that is?" he fucked me with every word of the question. "No." I gasped, the effort of trying to control my bladder needing all my attention. "Do you want to know what it is?" he ground out, his breath hot and moist against my cheek. "Okay." I pleaded, gasping and pinned. "It's power," it rolled off his tongue as he traced my jawbone with his lips, "she needs to feel controlled; she needs someone to be in charge." "No, she wants to be loved, it's why she's with me." I gasped out, each word high pitched and strangled. I don't know whether it was my discomfort or what I said that caused him to chuckle. "Of course she wants to be loved, and I'm sure you're very good at providing it; but she does have other desires, you know? It's why we never stopped fucking; she needed me too badly." "Nah-ah..." I gasped, "...you did... in April..." I was forced to fade into anguished silence as he ground into me; a definite slow, languorous rhythm to his thrusts now, grinding into me at the top of each thrust, relentless, strong, and forceful. He chuckled again, "Oh, we slowed down yes but we never really stopped; and that was mostly because I was so busy. We still did something sexual at least once a month. We only really stopped a week or two before you two started going out; she probably wanted to start afresh for you but even that didn't last." another chuckle, another nip at my chin, "She came to me a few days before you started going out, practically begged me to finger her; ten minutes in the office and she'd come three times...hard, like I'm used to." His leer increased again and he pressed hard against my lips, his tongue sliding between them and into my mouth again. "A few days after your date and she was back to giving me a quick blowjob in the office after our lectures; swallowing my cum just like old times. But you wouldn't know anything about that, hey?" He smirked and started to pick up the pace of his thrusts. By then the pain in my ass had all but subsided and all I could think about was the alien pressure on what must have been my prostate, the weight and height of his stomach rubbing against cock and balls. He didn't wait for my reply, just kept on in that same low, goading voice, "Don't get me wrong Rick, she liked you; point blank refused to let me fuck her; told me she felt you deserved an 'unsullied' cunt for your first time; as if I hadn't already taken care of that already. So I refused to finger fuck her anymore; oh I know you were doing that for her but like I said, you lack real power and control so I knew she'd come around eventually..." he giggled at his pun and thrust into me roughly to illicit a moan of acknowledgement. "She phoned me up on a Sunday, I think it was the Sunday just before you two fucked for the first time, literally begged me to finger her, told me she expected to have sex very soon and then I could go back to having her cunt back; told me she'd do anything else. So, being the wonderful friend that I am I told her to come round the next day when you were in lectures, that I'd see what I could do. And of course she did, pitched up bright and early first thing in the morning all eager and expectant. And do you know what I did? Hey, Rick, do you know what I did to your girlfriend that day?" he bit my shoulder as he pushed deeply inside of me, making me gasp in pain and whimper breathlessly. "I told her that if she wanted me to finger her she would let me fuck her in her ass right then...and of course she agreed. Oh, she didn't want to but she said yes...she needed me too badly. A little KY and she was on her back with my cock up her ass, much like you are now" another chuckle. "She was loud that day, sobbing and crying out in pain, she couldn't shut up but thankfully there was no-one at home. And when I was done I filled her with my cum, made her clean up her mess and then we went to lectures; I didn't even touch her pussy..." I couldn't do anything now but whimper a reply, a single hot tear rolling down my cheek from the shame of it all. He just chuckled some more and slowly licked the tear up, forced his tongue into my mouth again and ran it along my own. "Was that because you thought I was a bastard to her or because you naively thought that you had been the first to have her ass?" he grunted, "You didn't honestly think there was anything you could do to her that I hadn't done first, did you? Anyway, don't worry about her, it wasn't about the fingers, she just wanted to be controlled. It's why she came back on Wednesday and agreed to the same deal. She knew I was never going to finger fuck her but she still came round, begged so prettily and then took up her place underneath me. I took my time that day, at least an hour and she only stopped her noise when she was too tired to keep it up; but I still had to turn the stereo on to its loudest so the maid wouldn't hear. And when I was done she pulled up her panties without being told to and we went to lectures. Wasn't she good?" he chuckled deeply and then kissed me some more; by now I was too tired to fight back, opening my mouth willingly, letting his tongue explore me fully; something which seemed to please him no end. "And then she came to me again just before our lecture on Friday and I took her on the couch in the office when we were supposed to be in class. You were probably a floor below us and you knew nothing about it. She was good that day which was surprising because there was no lube; she had to make do with sucking me off and using nothing but saliva to ease my cock in there. It was tough, I didn't think I'd get it in there but I kept pushing; and all she did was shove her wet panties into her mouth to use as a gag. There were lots of tears but she didn't make a noise. So at the end I rewarded her for that effort, fingered her to an orgasm and then another. Surely you must have noticed how loose and tacky she was that night? No? It's ok, you always were too stupid too realize anything was up." He snickered and lifted himself up enough to put his nipple at my mouth. "Bite!" he ordered and I did. Took his moist, sweaty skin and suckled at his nipple until it was rock hard, clasping it between my teeth and biting until he elicited a satisfied sigh before resuming his thrusting. "She came to me the Monday after your first time, pitched up on my doorstep unannounced. Took me downstairs and started getting undressed, told me she needed to be fucked the way she liked it. Mmmm...it was a good day, we stayed there for hours, in my little room on my little bed, our naked bodies constantly joined. She rode me and told me about your little evening, how you couldn't cum, how she felt so bad, that she needed to feel desired. And then it was like old times, her lying there on her back and me thrusting into her relentlessly, through orgasm after orgasm; and eventually I gave her what she wanted. I came for her, let my seed fill her up. Yes that's yet another thing I did to her first," he smiled, "like I said, it's not your fault; some of us have power and some of us don't, ok?" I whimpered around his nipple again, my whole body moving now with each thrust, the bed starting to squeak again. "I told you Rick, there is not a thing that you've done to her that I haven't done first. You weren't even her first threesome experience; we took care of that at Val's house. In fact we only approached you that night because our friend wasn't available and I had already cum twice that night. Don't tell me you didn't notice that her pussy had been fucked. No? What about my cum, didn't you taste it; she'd tried to clean up but I find that there's always a little left behind." He chuckled again, pulling his nipple away and kissing me deeply again. "Is that fear in your eyes or finally a look of understanding? Hey?" his thrusting was savage now, his arms pinning mine in place bruisingly, his cock burying itself repeatedly in my stretched and torn ass. "Do you finally understand what's been happening? Do you believe all those things I told you? Well! Do you!" His voice grated out between gasps, his thrusting finally managing to make him pant. "Well? Do you? Answer me you little shit!" he demanded shrilly. I gasped hard, my hole burning with renewed pain and I began to feel a tingling sensation begin to start at the base of my spine and quickly move up through my groin. "Ah...no...I dunno..." I panted, eyes pleading with him to stop. Waking "But you wish it had, hey?" "Yes..." I whimpered and a look of supreme satisfaction spread across his face; and with that it felt as if a block had been moved; and all the pressure on my prostate and the friction from his stomach overcame me. I felt my orgasm wash over me as my body stiffened; I remember my cock jumping as it sprayed my warm, thick cum all over my chest and stomach. A spurt caught me on the chin, the rests sliding down my body as it began to cool. I groaned silently as my back arched and I remember holding that position as he kept on fucking me, panting in my ear, his stomach spreading my cum messily. I felt his lips clamp over my chin, slurping up the cum, before licking the sweat from my upper lip. "You taste good, do you know that? Or have you never tasted cum before?" he asked breathlessly as he kept up his furious pace. I couldn't answer, couldn't move but I don't think he really cared. The next thing I knew he'd pulled out of my ass so quickly I cried out in shock and pain; his cock leaving my hole exposed and torn, burning from the cold air that rushed against it. My cry was cut short however by his cock as he heaved himself up and thrust it roughly into my mouth. My arms were pinned painfully under his legs and his thighs were clamped on either side of my head, muffling his voice as he spoke to me, but his hands were in my hair and he used them for leverage as he fucked my mouth. I couldn't see anything with my faced pressed against his groin, but I could smell the sweat and cum at the base of his cock. His cock tasted bitter, acrid and salty from everything that was on it. He kept thrusting into me, his cock hitting the back of my throat and making me gag, my tongue running along the base of his cock, cleaning it, running along its smooth underside. He was almost tearing my hair out, as he held me there, pinned and open, no more than a hole for his gratification. Thankfully it wasn't long before his thrusts became more erratic, and I sucked at his cock harder, running my tongue as far up and down it as I possibly could. Hoping to push him over the edge, hoping to be able to breathe properly again. And then I felt it, a small, almost unnoticeable swelling at the base of his cock which soon pulsed through the entire length of him as he thrust into my mouth and held there. Thick, hot, salty cum splashed against the back of my throat, swirling around his jerking cock, into my cheeks, down my throat, up my nose. My eyes began watering and I started choking but I couldn't pull away and the smell of cum was overpowering. He held there a few minutes, thrusting gently as if encouraging me to swallow all he'd given, make sure he was clean. I gagged and choked but I had no option but to let the slimy mixture slide down my throat, my stomach twisting and turning. I had to suck and lick the entire length of his cock clean, my taste buds baulking at the bitterness of it all; and then it was gone as he pulled back and rolled onto the bed, next to me. I fell back down gasping as cold, fresh air rushed into my mouth; only seeming to enhance the bitterness of the taste that was still there, making the smell of cum in my nostrils seem more potent and overpowering. I could hear him panting next to me but all I could do was peer at the flickering shadows on the ceiling, all seeming to laugh at me mockingly; and then darkness had claimed me. And now here I was, lying next to my violator and I was ashamed because my cock lay hard and leaking against my stomach at the thought of it all. My mind screamed at me, anger, humiliation, hatred at what had happened but my body responded; I knew some part of me, deep down, had enjoyed it. A shudder ran through me and I had to get out of the room, I had to get some water; I needed to gather myself, calm down and figure out what to do. Waking For David She lay there beside him in the quiet of the night. She knew he was tired, they'd worked on the house all day, and he'd been the one doing all heavy work. She loved him beyond compare. No one she'd ever known had made her feel the way he did. He made sure that every day he showed her how much he loved her, and she could feel it in her soul. She tried never to let a day go by that she didn't do something to show that she returned his love. He was a wonderful man a wonderful father to her children, and a great provider for them all. She knew she could never really repay him for all the joy he'd brought to them. She thought of the nights when they'd lain locked together as he made her forget the pain of the past, and gave her every reason to look forward to the future. The hours of pleasure in his arms had been the most wonderful times of her life. She turned slightly to watch his face as he slept peacefully beside her. The evenness of his breathing told her he was sleeping. He looked so beautiful lying beside her. She felt the erotic pressure building in the pit of her stomach as she thought of how he made love to her patiently, giving her incredible pleasure before taking what he needed from her. She whispered his name into the darkness. He didn't' stir, and she almost felt guilty about waking him. Softly she kissed his forehead, and then down his face. When she reached his mouth, she traced his lips erotically with the tip of her tongue. When she heard that low rumble in his chest, she whispered, "Be still darling and let me love you". That was all she needed to say. She knew he was hers for the taking. But right now, she wasn't thinking of taking. She only wanted to give. Softly she kissed his lips again, flicking her tongue out to gently caress his lips. She traced the line of his jaw with her tongue, nibbling erotically at his ear. She could hear his breathing quicken. She knew how his body worked. She knew what made his blood pound, and she intended to use every bit of knowledge about his body to bring him incredible pleasure. She whispered erotic words to him. Telling how much she loved him, how her body ached for him every day, as her mouth traced the outside of his ear. She reached the hollow just below his ear and she nipped at it, gently sucking the soft skin into her mouth. She knew she'd leave a mark, but she also knew that every time he saw that mark, he' remember how she loved him. She trailed gentle kisses down his collar bone, to the soft flesh of his upper arm. Caressing him, massaging the arms that had held her so often, she licked and nibbled her way down to the hollow of the bend of his arm, stopping only to taste him here before moving lower and drawing erotic circles in the palm of his hand with her tongue. Kissing the tips of his fingers one by one, until she got to his index finger. She couldn't resist, she pulled it into her mouth and made love to it with her mouth, giving him a small preview of what she had in mind for the rest of him. Reluctantly, she pulled away and kissed and licked her way back up his arm, and gave the other side of him the same attention she'd given the first. Once she made her way back up to his chest, she focused all of he attention on his nipples. They were sensitive, just like hers, and it turned her blood to molten lava to be able to give him pleasure the way he gave it to her. Gently, she ran the tip of her tongue over the tiny nipple, drew back and blew her breath across it. It tightened, and she was pleased. She moved to the other and did the same with it. When it tightened, she couldn't resist, she covered it with her mouth and suckled at it the same way he had hers. Heat spread through her body when she heard him groan. She knew she was pleasing him, and it made her feel heady with the knowledge that she could bring him to such heights of pleasure. She knew he was hard. The evidence of his need was luring her lower. She reluctantly left his nipples and the tiny peaks she'd made of them, and kissed her way even lower. When she came to the very heat of him, she avoided touching it at all. She kissed her way down his thighs, nibbling at them occasionally, watching as his body coiled from the feel, erotically tickling. She made her way down to his feet, she massaged them. Switching to the other leg, she made the journey up to his thighs, and gave them the same loving attention. When she reached the throbbing heat of him, she had no doubts that she was pleasing him. He was so hard and hot that she could feel his heat without even touching him. She knew what she was about to do would bring them both pleasure, but she held off for a moment, and just knelt there, marveling at the wonder of her man. He would never know how beautiful he was to her, though she had told him, had done her best to show him, he would still never know how breath taking he was to her. Using her knee to spread his legs, she knelt between them, and gently cupped the weight of his balls in her hand. Unable to resist, she stretched out between his legs and took them into her mouth, gently rolling each one around on her tongue before releasing them. His breathing had quickened to very shallow breaths now, she knew he ached for her to take him into her mouth. She looked up at him; passion and need glazed his eyes. She smiled teasingly at him and ran her tongue slowly up the thick vein that ran the length of the underside of his shaft, never losing eye contact with him so that he could see how much she enjoyed this. Lightly she flicked her tongue over the head. It was already wet, and she loved the taste of him. Unable to resist any longer, she pursed her lips, and slid her mouth over the head of his cock, locking her lips around the ridge to hold him there. She sucked greedily, using the tip of her tongue to open the hole at the end. She wanted to taste the wetness it held there. After several minutes of holding only the head in her mouth, she felt his hands tangle in her hair. He pulled her head up and she looked up into his eyes, he didn't' need to say anything, she could read what he needed in his eyes. Once more she flicked her tongue over the tip and then opened her mouth as he pushed her mouth down over him. She loved it when he did this. When she had taken him as deeply into her throat as she could, she held him there, in the tight confines of her mouth. She could feel need pulsing through his cock as she held him, the head wedged into the tightness of her throat. Then slowly, she eased her head back, pulling her mouth almost of him, keeping only the head in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it forcefully, just before she plunged back over him again. Again and again she took him deeply into her mouth, alternating between gentle pressure and deep thrusts. She could feel him swell inside her mouth, at the same time, she felt the pressure between her own thighs building. Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, and the other massaging the weight of his balls, she gave him everything she had. Quickening the pace, she took him deep into her mouth, over and over. He was pushing his hips upward to meet the thrust of her mouth. She knew he was close, but she couldn't stop. The need for her own release was as great as his, and she knew he wouldn't wait much longer. She could taste his cum, teasing amounts of it were given up, but she knew now that she wanted something she'd never done before. She wanted him to explode inside her mouth. She needed him to. Tightening her lips around him, increasing the pressure of her tongue against the head of his shaft was all that it took for her to have just that. He arched his hips, and animalistic sounds tore from his throat as he released his cum deep into her mouth. Her thighs clenched together, and she felt her own sweet release. She kept him inside her mouth, keeping the steady rhythm of taking him deeply and then pulling back up until she was certain that she had taken every drop of him. When she was sure he was spent, she reluctantly released him, and laid her head on his thigh, unable to move much farther, their labored breathing a beautiful sound in the stillness of the night. I love you baby. Waking Abby Fire reflected in the mirror as she sat waiting anxiously in a plush leather armchair. She tapped her toes nervously on the hard wood floors, waiting to hear the front door open. Her hands fluttered to smooth her hair, then her satin robe, then hair again. She wondered what he had in store for her tonight. ********* Four years had passed since the first time they met. She was a freshman at Georgetown Law, eagerly anticipating the beginnings of her career. He, eight years her senior, was working as the legal advisor of the British ambassador to the United States. His work kept him busy, but he liked the stress and pressures. Conquering them and getting the job done gave him a rich satisfaction and sense of power he craved, a feeling that was lacking in other aspects of his life...until her. She felt something lacking in her life as well. She was a together woman. She always had a plan, she always had a goal, always had the ambition to work hard and make something out of her life. It exhausted her. For once, she wanted to relinquish control, to feel a release, a sense of freedom.... from what she couldn't say and what could give her this freedom she could not even fathom...until him. ********* The sound of his key in the lock. The door's squeak that the rain and humidity always brought out. The sound of his briefcase hitting the floor, followed by the soft brushing sound of him wiping his feet. All so familiar to her, as she strained to hear his next move. Would he move towards the kitchen, to the bar, to pour himself a drink? Would he go upstairs to change? Or would he come to the library immediately, expecting to find her waiting as instructed? She was the only thing on his mind. ********* They first met in a coffee shop, just south of the Capitol building. They were there for a common need—caffeine. Waiting for their orders, she would later swear that she saw him first. He was leaning against a column in the shop, reading his carefully folded newspaper. At first glance, and for her first impression, she saw a serious, exacting man, who had the good fortune of being incredibly handsome. He was impeccably dressed, shoes perfectly polished, suit perfectly matched, tailored, and pressed, a perfect shave, and a trim haircut. He was every bit the picture of a predictable, stable attorney on a coffee break. Only his eyes, which flashed occasionally in her direction, betrayed a sense of mystery. She was captivated. He was captivated. From the first moment he saw her in the coffee shop, her laugh at the feeble jokes of the man behind the counter grabbed his attention. She was unassumingly beautiful. As he pretended to scan the lines of his newspaper, he attempted to strike a pose of nonchalance by leaning against the column, arms and feet crossed. He watched her out of his peripheral vision as she came closer to him. His order was called, and he retrieved his coffee, turning around to her face directly behind him. Slightly startled, she flushed and took a step back. He took a step forward. "Excuse me," he murmured, with a beautiful accent, looking down at her intently as he brushed by her. Making his way to the door, he could feel her watching him. He didn't need to turn around. He would see her again that night. He was attending a dinner party hosted by his co-worker, Rebecca Daniels. It promised to be a boring night, with the general wining and dining accompanied by fake conversation where people said even less than they heard. But he would go in hopes of something interesting... Abigail was hurriedly primping in front of the full-length mirror. Her roommate Janine Daniels playfully elbowed her out of the way, trying to decide which pair of earrings to wear. "Remind me to thank your sister again for inviting us to this party, Janine—it should be a good opportunity for us to meet some members of the political sphere." "I think that's just what Rebecca had in mind when she insisted that we come...crap, Abby, we're really late." Janine grabbed her coat, while Abigail struggle to buckle the strap on her heel. Dashing downstairs to a waiting cab, both girls laughed with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. It promised to be an interesting night. The party was huge. Abigail had thought that a dinner party would be around 10-12 people, but Rebecca's table was set for 50. Slightly overwhelmed before she made it past the coat rack, she and Janine stuck together as they made their way into the main room. A combination of a large great room and dining room, the space had an impressive view of the Potomac River and Kennedy Center. "Janine, I never knew your family had this type of money." Janine laughed, "My sister has this kind of money. Here, let's see if we can't find her". Rebecca was found giving last minute instructions to a waiter hired for the evening. Smiling brightly, she welcomed Abigail and embraced Janine. "Girls", she whispered, " I hate to ask, but could you lend me a hand for a few minutes—two of the wait staff cancelled on me at the last minute. Would you help me get everyone a drink while I greet the latecomers?" Readily assuring her that they were more than glad to help, Abigail and Rebecca split up to circulate the room. Abigail's head was buzzing as she ran back and forth from the bar to fill drink orders. The often asked for glass of chardonnay sent Abby to the kitchen to see if she could find another bottle. The cook pointed her towards an adjacent room, which served as the wine cellar. The room was cool and dimly lit, with rows of bottles on each wall, and a small oak table in the center of the room. Setting down the glass and corkscrew she had brought with, Abby looked among the hundreds of bottles for one similar to the white wine that had run out at the bar. Finding one by the same winery, she attempted to uncork it in the privacy of the quiet room where her ineptitude with a corkscrew would go unnoticed. Yet it was not as private as she thought. Smiling as he watched her struggle with the bottle and cork, he moved into the room slowly and gently took the bottle from her hands. Deftly he removed the cork and poured some of the wine into the glass she had put on the table. "It's all in the grip," he said, with a distinct accent that sounded familiar to her ears somehow. "Thank you, I--..." "I believe I saw you earlier this morning- getting coffee?" He interjected, his piercing green eyes boring into, causing her to blush. "Oh yes, she stammered, "I think I remember seeing you there" "Yes, "he smiled, "I was sure you noticed me." Coming towards her, he backed her up against one of the wine racks, causing the bottles to clink against one another. Smiling down at her, a small smile that showed no teeth but rather hinted at his amusement, he pulled a slim business card from his coat pocket and held it up in front of her. "If you ever want to do more than just stare at me from a distance, call me." He gave her the glass of wine and took the bottle in his other hand, turning to exit the room. "Oh, um, do you want my number too then?" She questioned awkwardly. He turned slightly, pausing at the door. "No need." "Well, I'm pretty busy with my classes and my internship and I don't know if--- ..." She trailed off under his intent gaze. "You'll make time," he said simply without breaking his gaze, "Now, rejoin the party." It was only after he was gone that she realized she was shaking. Laughing softly to herself, she slipped the card into her purse and made her way into the main room to deliver the glass of wine. Walking through the room to where Janine was conversing, she couldn't help but notice where he was sitting. She could feel his gaze on her for the rest of the night. The evening passed in a blur of wine, food, and chatter. The party had begun to empty around midnight, so she and Janine also headed out. As Abby thanked Rebecca for inviting her, she felt a hand helping her with her coat. She turned to those piercing green eyes. "Thank you," she said softly. "My pleasure," he replied, as he winked and briskly walked down the steps to his car. She sighed as she and Janine collapsed into their cab. "Who was that?" Janine asked. Abby smiled, "You know, I really couldn't tell you..." ********* She heard the click of his shoes in the hall, striding confidently with a measured clip towards the library. He stopped for a moment outside the door, his feet casting shadows on the floor in the eerie red aura created by the fire's blaze. The doorknob slowly turned, and in he walked. Head high as always, back perfectly straight, green eyes hard and flashing in the orange light, lips set in that perpetual line that she could never read—was he amused? Pleased? Angered? He shut the door softly, his eyes boring into her, making her flush and breathe heavily with his mere presence. He leaned back slowly against the door to survey the scene. She was good, and had listened to his instructions exactly. No need to correct her...yet he never needed a reason to punish her—his pleasure had always been the only reason she needed. He walked toward the chair, captivated by the picture she made reflected in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. He walked behind her, and hid a smile as he watched her tense in curiosity, yet remain silent, not permitted to speak or question, until he had greeted her first. Running his finger in a light grazing motion on the back of her neck, he delighted in the sound of her sigh, and her inability to keep her eyes open at his touch. Gently he placed his head near her ear, "You must watch me always—I will have your eyes open". Obediently she opened them, meeting his in the reflection. He moved to the other side of her head, his lips lightly grazing her ear as he spoke, low, but firm, "You must want this. You must ask me for this". She fought the urge to turn away from his hard voice in her ear. It always gave her the same fluttered feeling deep inside to hear him speak like this...it was almost frightening to see his intensity and know full well what that intensity could mean for her. Yet the fear aroused her, and his authoritative tone brought out the best side of him in her eyes. She kept her gaze on him in the mirror, and tilted up her head decisively, to meet him head on. She was submissive, not weak. "I want this." She spoke slowly, and softly. A slight flicker in his eyes was the only reaction he gave to this pronouncement. Deliberately he clarified his intent, "I'm not playing a game with you this time, Abby. I'm going as far as I want to." She was as surprised as he was to see herself smile disarmingly into the mirror to combat his hard stare. "I'm yours," she whispered. A raised eyebrow, and curt nod signaled his acceptance of her statement. He rose swiftly from her side. Still behind her, he pulled her from the chair. Standing in the middle of the floor, he made a slow circle around her, and with a swift motion undid her robe which cascaded to the floor, leaving her naked, skin turned pink in the glow of the fire. He took his time. He would relish this. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and laid it gently on a nearby chair. He undid the top button to his dress shirt, and slowly pulled off his gray silk tie. He walked back towards her, as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. Stepping in front of her, looking down into her eyes, she was overwhelmed by the sense of helplessness she felt in his presence. He radiated power. Gripping her wrists tightly, he pulled them to his face, and kissed the inside of each wrist with amazing gentleness. Then he crossed them, able to hold both of her wrists with just one of his own hands, as he expertly bound her wrists together with his tie. Pulling the knot tight, he stepped behind her once more and locked eyes with her in the mirror. His hand, heavy and firm on her shoulder, pressed her down slowly to the floor, as she kneeled at his feet. A small gasp escaped her lips as her knees pressed against the cold, wood floor. She gracefully pressed her legs to the surface, and parted them, with her arms laid gently between her legs, bound in silk. Her head and back were straight, and as requested she kept her eyes open. She could see his reflection behind her own in the mirror facing her. She focused on her breathing, struggling against all odds to keep it slow and steady, deep and calm. But the serenity she portrayed on the outside was merely a façade, covering the turmoil of anxiety beneath her surface. She tried to remind herself that this anxious vigil on the floor, the simultaneous dread and desire of his next move, was always worth it. He always brought her to new levels of pleasure. She was stunning. Serene and beautiful; strong yet gentle; proud yet submissive, she was a complete contradiction that touched perfection. Her hair loose and cascading down her back, rich highlights dancing in the fire's blaze. Skin so soft and luminous in the dim light that his hands were constantly drawn to it. And her eyes, shining, expecting, questioning, lusting, and trusting, seduced him. He was completely captivated by her, a realization that never ceased to amaze him. She was supposed to be the one enslaved; yet he was completely at her mercy. Little did she know how watching her torment and pleasure gave him the same feelings. The necessity to restrain his desire for her, the necessity of his patience plagued him as his demands for her restraint and patience tested her. They were one. He had been staring at her for what seemed like hours. She fought the urge to shift her position on the hard floor and managed to keep her gaze steady. His hand appeared above her head in the mirror. Gently it ran down the length of her hair, as her scalp tingled and body burned for his touch. He backed away from her, into the shadows of the room, beyond her sight in the mirror. She listened to the clip of his shoes on the floor as he walked to the far corner of the room. Her ears strained to hear clues of his next movement. Whish Her mind attempted to register the sound. Whish Again. And then silence. She heard his measured steps again, coming towards her now. And a gentle tap tap tap sound which at first she could not place. Then her eyes closed briefly as the sounds clicked in her mind. The riding crop. Damn. He smiled. He thought his clues might give her enough of a hint to guess his intention. He watched her eyes flicker closed. He was behind her in an instant. Gripping her hair at the nape of her neck he squeezed cruelly, jerking her head back as her eyes flew open. "Open my pet, don't make me repeat myself." She nodded; wincing at the uncomfortable position he had her in. He smiled coldly at her in the mirror, slowly releasing his hold on her hair. He ran the leather tip of the crop down her spine, taking pleasure in the shiver that radiated from her body. He would enjoy this. It always amazed her how he could go from fierce and powerful to calm and gentle in a matter of seconds. It always aroused her as well. The unpredictability of his manner kept her constantly guessing, constantly wondering. ********** She was furious. She would kill him, absolutely, without a doubt, destroy him. His stoic smile, his smirking eyes, his nonchalance that made her want to scream... How dare he, goddamn him, how dare he treat her like this. This wasn't what she signed up for. She slammed the door to the cab, handed the driver the fare, and stalked up the embassy steps, realizing she had forgotten her umbrella and was now drenched. The guard at the front desk looked up with surprise at her red and tear stained face. She pulled out her id, "I'm here to see Jack Sinclair, please. I don't have an appointment, but he'll want to see me." "Please hold on one moment, Miss and I'll call up to his office and see---Miss?? Wait!" She flew past the guard and through the closing elevator doors that whisked her up to the third floor, to his office, to him. She ran down the hallway, consumed by an anger she had to vent—now. She opened his door, delighting in the loud bang that it made bouncing off the wall, grabbing the attention of everyone in the nearby area. There he sat, impeccably dressed as always, phone to his ear, leaning back in his chair, staring in amazement at the furious, dripping figure before him. "Abby," he began, "What the— "NO Jack, not this time. I get to talk now. How dare you, I mean that literally, where do you get the nerve, the fucking nerve to treat another human being like that!!!" "Lower your voice." His tone was ice. His eyes steel. He lowered the phone into the cradle, and gave her a warning glare that would normally have silenced her...but not this time. "Like hell I'll lower my voice. This is bullshit Jack, bullshit and you know it!!" He sprang from his desk. She recoiled automatically. He walked quickly across the office and moved behind her, quietly shut the door and pulling down the blinds on the several dozen pairs of eyes, intently watching the scene unfold. He turned to her, freezing her with those piercing green eyes that reflected an emotion she had never seen in the almost two years they had been dating. Oh, but she recognized it—it was pure anger. He was angry with her?? Oh god, she would crucify the bastard. He walked rather calmly back to his desk, settling himself in his chair, folding his hands diplomatically on the desk before him. "Abigail, I'm going to make this very simple for you. You have two choices. You can turn around, walk out the door, apologize to the people outside and the guard downstairs for the disruption, get into a cab, and wait for me at my apartment. Or, you can simply walk out the door—and I'll consider that the termination of our relationship. It's entirely up to you." She bit her lip to hold back the flood of curse words that came to her tongue. "Jack, you left me there, left me for a fucking maid to find— " Watch your mouth" he interjected. "Fuck you" was her eloquent response. "I didn't sign up for this Jack. I was just playing a game, experimenting. You took it too far, and I'll be dammed before I apologize for anything- you owe me the damn apology you asshole!" His jaw clenched. His eyes never moved from hers. "You try my patience...Make your choice." "I'm leaving." She said curtly. He nodded, "Yes, Abigail, you are." She whirled around, swung open his office door, and stalked into the hallway, as his co-workers attempted to appear busy and unaware of the situation. She stormed towards the elevator, stepped inside, closed her eyes, and yelled, "Fuck you, Jack!" at the top of her lungs. She smiled as the elevator doors closed. He groaned as her voice echoed throughout the floor. Okay, so she was angry. And she had a valid reason. But Jack understood Abby. He understood her desires, her passions, what she was afraid to admit to herself. He saw the future of their relationship; she was drowning in denial of it. He was trying to push her, to let her see that he wanted what she wanted too, that she didn't have to be afraid. He closed his eyes in a silent prayer, "Trust me Abby, please, just trust me." God, he loved her. She slammed the cab door. "Address?" the driver inquired. Abby sighed. "107 Avon Street, Greenbrier Apartments", she answered. She needed a drink and a hot bath. She paid the driver in front of her apartment, and walked up the stairs. She searched for her keys, then paused. She loved him. Damn him, despite it all, she loved him. Turning, she raised her arm for the cab driver to stop. She breathlessly gave Jack's address. She needed him. He opened the front door, dropping his briefcase on the hardwood floors, and wiping his feet carefully on the mat. He flipped through the mail quickly as he loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his jacket. Folding his coat over his arm, he walked into the kitchen—he needed a drink. Waking Abby He flipped on the light. There she sat, perched on the countertop, wearing one of his dress shirts. "Hope you don't mind," she said softly, "I really needed a bath". He walked to her, gently brushing back her wet hair, tilting her head up to gaze into her eyes. "I love you, Abby," he breathed. Tears came to her eyes as she reached for him, his lips coming to hers, pressing with the longing they both felt, the healing they both needed. To be continued.... Waking and Dreaming I awoke to complete darkness. So very dark, in fact, that I felt the need to find something, anything visible in the room just to let me know my eyes were still working. I rolled over and searched the void to find the glow of my cell phone charging in its dock, washing a green haze on the wall behind my dresser. The steady whisper of the window fan across the room was the only sound. I fumbled to find my watch on the nightstand -- 3:10 -- then sank back into the pillow and lay facing the ceiling for several minutes staring into the nothingness. My eyelids grew heavier and I was slowly drifting back towards sleep, when suddenly I heard her voice. ------------------ Her name was Julie, and she was an old friend of my ex-wife. Probably in her mid-thirties by now, and as I had learned just hours earlier, fairly recently divorced, Julie is about five and a half feet tall with a slender build. I never considered her to be a knock-out, but then she never seemed to concern herself with makeup and all of the beauty secrets that most knock-outs hide behind. In a word, I would call Julie cute. With warm brown eyes, and straight, sandy-blonde hair, she always seemed very natural in appearance and comfortable in her own skin. Her soft demeanor, slight physique, and bashful tendencies always made her seem more like a teenager than an adult, and I tended to think of her as attractive in an innocent, girlish sort of way. We never really hung out together as couples, but each time I saw her with my wife she seemed really sweet. I honestly couldn't remember her name when she arrived, suitcase in hand on my doorstep, late that prior afternoon. It had been more than three years since I last saw her, and it took me a minute to make the connection. Her hair was pulled into short pigtails at the time, making her identity a little less obvious to me. Her attire was also a far cry from Julie's traditional skinny jeans and tree-hugging save-the-planet embossed shirts. The girl at my door was wearing (rather short) salmon-pink shorts, a plain tan-colored cotton tee, and white flip-flops. After a friendly "hey there, stranger" she moved forward and gave me a knowing hug and then asked if Diane was at home. Hearing her mention of Diane's name jarred my memory -- ah yes, Julie. I welcomed her inside and then broke the news of our marriage, telling her of Diane's move out of state. Julie was clearly upset to learn of our divorce, but said she understood completely. After our rather uncomfortable introduction, Julie told me she was in town to interview for a job, and had hoped to surprise Diane, and perhaps spend the night reliving some of the old days. She mentioned her embarrassment in learning that we were no longer together, especially considering that her own separation had finalized only months earlier. Julie was also uncomfortable with her obvious expectation of an overnight stay. She repeatedly apologized for the intrusion and after picking up her suitcase said something about finding a hotel room. But I was more than willing to help her out, and insisted that she was welcomed to use the guest room for the night. She finally relented, and for the first time in several months I had an overnight guest in the house. I ordered out for pizza, and we sat in the den watching the ballgame with the sound turned down. Julie explained how she had gradually fallen out of touch with Diane after she left town years ago to follow her husband's career. She also told me of the nearby position for which she was hoping to be hired, emphasizing the irony of Diane moving away just as she might be coming back. Julie and I spent the rest of the evening getting caught up while finishing off a cheap bottle of wine a friend had recently given me for a birthday present. Noting that we suddenly seemed to be in the same boat, we spoke knowingly about life, love, divorce, and the unenviable challenge of starting over. I hadn't really talked so openly (or at such length) with a woman for a long time, and I have to admit, it felt good. Most of my conversations with Diane during the last years of our marriage were brief and uncaring. But Julie was remarkably easy to talk to, and I couldn't help being drawn to her simple feminine charm. Although I had known about Julie for many years, I never really knew her, and suddenly I was enthralled. She wasn't the shy, unassuming kid that I remembered. She seemed totally at ease in our conversation. Julie was engaging, interesting, and open - even when the subject of sex came around, and somehow it kept coming around. We talked at length about being single again, and Julie mentioned the "empty bed syndrome" she had experienced since her separation. She joked about how she "probably forgot how, it had been so long". I just laughed, and said I understood completely (boy, did I). Later, she casually joked that she and Diane had done "some really wild things together" years ago, but when pressed for details she refused to give me anything more. She asked if Diane ever mentioned how they had often shared secrets of our marriages, even about our sex lives. I told her I was definitely surprised to hear of it, and that she suddenly seemed to have me at a disadvantage. She smiled broadly, and then with a seductive wink proclaimed that she had "learned a lot about me". But again she refused to go into details. Julie seemed to be totally enjoying herself, bouncing giddily on the sofa as she provoked me with innuendo, only to repeatedly stop short of any particulars. I found her playful teasing and girlish mannerisms adorable. Julie became surprisingly relaxed and rather suggestive in her conversation as the wine disappeared. She pulled the bands from her pigtails, freeing her hair. As we talked she repeatedly twisted the short locks playfully around a finger, an apparent habit of comfort, or perhaps nervousness. Surprisingly, I found it to be a bit of a turn on, and I consciously wondered if she suspected as much. At one point in the exchange the steady dialog stalled into one of those uncomfortable pauses where no one says anything. We each made eye contact, and neither of us shied away. We just smiled that knowing smile at each other, and almost simultaneously drew another sip of our wine. I could definitely feel an attraction between us, but I readily chalked it up to wishful thinking on my part - surely influenced by the combination of her wine consumption and my all-too-obvious loneliness. After all, I reminded myself, she didn't come here to visit me. Julie seemed to have a sort of accidental sexiness to her, as though maybe she didn't think herself so. Somewhat flat-chested, and except for her long legs and tight bottom, she did not possess a magazine cover sexiness. And yet I found her wildly enticing. But in the moment of the conversation, despite my wine-enhanced seduction, I just couldn't believe this darling "friend of the family", so to speak, was seriously prompting any moves from me. And considering that I am probably at least a dozen years her senior, she seemed really young. I simply played the role of charming host to the best of my ability, remaining attentive and listening with interest as she spoke mainly about herself. Not wanting to take advantage of the situation, I tried to converse gentlemanly, avoiding the obvious opportunities for come-on lines or sexual advances. I guess we're all a little more respectful and deliberate with people we know than with total strangers. Now I have to admit, I definitely would have fucked Julie right there on my sofa if the opportunity clearly presented itself. In fact, I spent a good portion of our conversation trying to hide my "hardened" interest, especially later in the evening as Julie's inhibitions retreated. At least twice Julie clearly caught me looking at her legs. She sat lengthwise at one end of the sofa and was repeatedly shifting her position - first drawing her knees up into a hug, then sitting Indian-style for a while, and finally extending her legs out across the cushions. She really did have nice legs -- tanned and toned -- and I longed to run my hands over her silky smooth skin. I found myself having to consciously focus my attention on the conversation, working to hold eye contact as much as possible. She didn't help the situation either. At one point she actually rubbed her thighs while complaining that her new morning workout had left her with some soreness. I was more than just a little distracted, and I think she knew it. Julie ended the evening, announcing that she needed to "hit the hay" in order to be fresh for her interview in the morning. She stood from the sofa with a yawn, and then walked over to the loveseat where I sat, offering a hug while thanking me for being so hospitable. Fully aware that my persistent hard-on would be very obvious through my lounge pants, I was nonetheless obliged to stand in order to return her hug. She completed the embrace without any indication of noticing, and then continued to the guest room. The sweet, powdery scent of her perfume lingered in the room as I stayed to watch the nightly news broadcast, embarrassed at my uncontrollable adolescent excitement, but also wondering if I had blown an opportunity for love. ------------------ Her sound was muffled at first, almost a gentle sigh. But as I lay there listening through the constant whisper of my bedroom fan, I began to hear the unmistakable sound of Julie's soft voice. And for the next several minutes my curiosity stirred to life. I held motionless, trying to pinpoint my hearing, reaching my senses through the stillness of the room. Another sound, like a sudden short exhale of breath, or a pant, was soon followed by a long moan "hmmmmm". At first I suspected that Julie was probably talking to someone on her cell phone. But I thought it odd to be calling someone at 3am, and I couldn't resist the temptation to eavesdrop. Preparing to do a little reconnaissance, I rolled out of bed. With both hands extended in front of me, clad only in my underwear, I made my way through the darkness to find my bedroom door and then silently turned the knob. The hinges, however, betrayed me as they released a low pitched squeak as I opened the door just far enough to get through. Seeing nothing but the glow of the nightlight from the bathroom at the other end of the hallway, I continued toward the guest room. I was surprised to find the door to Julie's room opened, and from my position, carefully peering past the doorjamb, the room appeared completely dark. Again, I heard another pant clearly coming from inside the room. For an instant I worried that something might be wrong with Julie. But as quickly as the thought was formed it was dismissed when she suddenly mumbled a few sounds followed by a faint giggle, and then spoke in a soft childlike voice. "I'm not letting you" was all I could clearly hear. Standing at the doorway a smile painted across my face as I realized she must be talking in her sleep. I remained in the darkness holding my breath, and carefully listening for more. For several minutes I stood there in the hallway cocking my head, desperately trying to hear the chopped words and syllables. At one point I could hear a slight tousling of the bed as her whispers continued. I tried to make sense of what I could hear, hoping to piece together what she was dreaming about. But I simply could not hear clearly enough. After several minutes, my crazy curiosity finally got the best of me, and as creepy as it seemed even then, I decided to make my way closer to the bed where Julie lay dreaming. I knelt down and slowly began inching my way through the doorway. Creeping across the carpet in a low crawl with my hands outstretched, I was careful not to bump the bed or disturb her sleep in any way. I finally located the corner post, and adjusting my position I quietly maneuvered into a kneeling position beside the bed. Without a noise, without even so much as a floorboard squeak, I had made it in without detection. I held my position beside the bed perfectly still for a minute or so, barely breathing. I then lightly rested my hand on the extreme edge of the mattress, feeling for any gentle movement. I knew she was close because I could faintly detect the warmth of her body. It felt like Julie might be covered by the bed sheet, but I couldn't be sure. She let out another sound, a sort of grunting gasp. At about the same time I began to detect a very gentle, but noticeable, rhythmic tugging of the sheet, and I instantly recognized that she was probably doing more than just dreaming. A flood of excitement spread through me as I remained perfectly still, open-mouthed in astonishment, staring wide-eyed into the pitch blackness. I clearly remember thinking how perverted my being in her room seemed at the time, but I was simply unable to withdraw. The moment was unbelievably thrilling. My senses were focused razor-sharp on Julie's movements, painting the picture in my mind that my eyes could not see. I could tell from the sound of her mumblings that she was lying on her back, and I desperately wanted to touch her. But again, that word "pervert" screamed out in my head, and I held my position. I was close enough to hear her breathing. The sound was irregular, almost a desperate panting one minute, and then heavy sighs and low moaning the next. I could feel the gentle tremors of the bed as she occasionally squirmed and adjusted her position. My heart was pounding as I became the blind voyeur, immersed in the sounds and movements of this young woman, presumably masturbating in her sleep, only inches from my position. But as Julie's movements increased, so did my fear of being discovered. The situation was just too risky and yes, too depraved, even for a lonely divorced schmuck like me. I needed to leave the room, or more likely just crawl back into the hallway to jerk off. And then... I felt her hand drop upon mine! My heart jumped into my throat, and I held my breath in terror, unable to move. I didn't quite know what to do. I was convinced at any second she would awaken and begin screaming at the top of her lungs. She would freak out, waking the neighborhood as she ran screaming from my house. She would probably call my ex-wife in disgust, ruining whatever honorable reputation I had left. Suddenly I would be a sex offender. Unable to pull away, I was sure I was done for. But then something even more shocking happened. Julie gave my hand a little squeeze and then released it softly and pulled away. I was frozen in shock. Heart pounding, and tingling with nervous excitement, I finally exhaled as the questions began racing through my head. Was she awake? Was she encouraging me? Did she intentionally leave the door open for me? I was initially paralyzed with astonishment, not knowing whether to crawl away, or jump into the bed beside her. I still had no idea if she was really awake, but after a brief pause I had a determined "what-the-hell" moment, and decided to test what I had suddenly concluded -- Julie wanted sex. I gently ran my hand over the bed sheet and slowly inched it forward. I moved at a snail's pace, lightly tracing my extended fingers across the covering top sheet towards Julie's position. I could again detect the rhythmic pull of the sheet, and the pace of her movements seemed to increase as I moved closer. I was careful not to clumsily bump into her hand, and with cautious positioning I touched my finger with the weight of a feather at Julie's hip. I then gently lowered my entire hand, one at finger a time, to completely rest along her side. I could hear her exhale deeply. In the quiet darkness of the night I could feel the subtle movements of Julie's warm body and the irregular flutter of the bed sheet covering her. My mind easily completed the rest of the erotic vision. I wanted her. From my starting position at Julie's side I followed the waistband of her panties, slowly inching my fingers inward. Almost immediately I could feel a lifting of the taut band, and I instantly realized that underneath the covering bed sheet Julie's hand was inside the front of her panties. I paused and allowed my fingertips to feel the band pulling against the actions of her hand. I was so close to her movements. The blind sensation was incredibly sexy, and it was all I could do to hold this position. I was wildly tempted to re-enter my hand under the sheet and dive in. But somehow I resisted. The mesmerizing trance of her unexpected show held me back, forcing me to wait and follow along. My cock was throbbing as I leaned into the side of the bed. I pushed a fingertip into the sheet and hooked into her gaping waistband and began to tug in a downward direction, hoping to lower her panties along with the sheet. Immediately she gasped, and with a "no" began to roll onto her side away from me. I quickly pulled back. Again her actions had confused me, and I sat quietly and waited, weighing out my next move. It felt like forever, and the anxious tension was almost unbearable. I was also extremely aroused. I reached down to adjust myself, feeling the incredible firmness of my erection stabbing uncomfortably into my underwear. I also detected a sizeable wet spot of pre-cum soaking through at the peak of my rigid tent. I tugged at my balls, and pushed my thumb along the side of my shaft, moving it into a better position. For a moment I thought of climbing into the bed beside Julie, spooning up against her backside, pressing my throbbing manhood against her tight little ass. Instead, I decided to follow her lead. My patience was finally rewarded as the sound of Julie's voice returned. "Are you there?" She emitted a quick flutter of a giggle, followed by that silly childlike voice again. This time I was hearing her words very plainly. "Touch it, silly", she said, and then another giggle. "Mmmmm... yesss..." I needed no further coaxing. I reached under the sheet to find her position, and again my fingers found Julie's warm body. She was now rolled almost completely onto her front, slowly moving her body in a restless movement, grinding down into the mattress. I placed my hand on the backside of her panties, feeling the tight warm curve of her ass. Very carefully, I pried the index finger of my hand into the leg opening of her panties where they stretched firmly across her ass cheek. Her panties were pulled up tightly into her bottom, leaving a good portion of Julie's ass exposed. Her gentle grinding continued as I followed the edge of the material around the soft flesh of her ass towards her crotch. She began to arch her back, drawing her bottom slightly upwards as if welcoming my touch. I could feel the tight bunching slowly releasing from her ass as I gently pulled the leg opening wider. I paused briefly to gain better access for my hand. Using one finger to hold open the damp crotch of her panties, I slowly extended another to carefully reach in. My touch instantly found Julie's pouting sex. I gasped when I felt the incredible wet heat of her cunt. She was absolutely soaked -- more so than I had felt with any woman. Careful not to enter too quickly, I gently traced my finger all around the edges of her swelled entrance. Julie moaned softly as I stroked along her petals, slowly increasing the pressure of my touch while coaxing apart the soft folds of skin guarding her treasure. She was completely smooth to the touch, no hair whatsoever. I gently began working my reach further into her opening, every so often entering barely deep enough to gather more of her juices, lathering my finger thoroughly. I continued to spread the slippery moisture along the length of her pussy and beyond. Julie opened her legs further by extending the position of a knee, and I suddenly became aware that her hand was in contact with her mound. Her pussy seemed to rhythmically pull forward and release following the movements of her hand. Our fingers touched as I reached forward to find the swollen nub of her attention. She yielded at my contact, and then lightly brushed her fingers over mine as I explored her clit. It was an incredibly erotic sensation. The absence of light seemed to amplify my sense of touch, and judging from her heavy breathing, Julie felt it too. Waking and Dreaming Her motions became even more pronounced as I pulled back and then shifted to maneuver my entire hand inside her panties. I could feel the fabric stretching as I dug my fingers in, cupping over the soft skin of her ass. With a firm hand on a cheek I began to pull her open. My first three fingers grabbed onto on the side of Julie's sex, spreading her lips apart as my thumb slid across the tight pucker nearby. I tugged at her flesh, pulling her agape as if preparing her for entry in both places. She began drawing up her knees, lifting her bottom up into my grasp. I quickly pushed my hand forward, driving my fingers into her pussy, digging far into her soft warmth. My knuckles pushed heavily against her stretched opening, threatening to force my entire hand inside. My thumb also found its solo entrance, pushing into her tight little hole as far as I could reach. Julie moaned loudly, and then lowered back down into the mattress, extending her legs out straight. I suspected her climax had begun. I held my grip tightly on her bottom as she began to convulse. Julie grunted deeply and began to shake and spasm. Loud and extended groans clearly signaled the strength and the duration of her climax. Words began to take shape. "Fffuck... ahhh ... don't... stop..." as she continued to buck and jerk. Julie's body quivered and gyrated under my hold as I shifted onto the bed to put more of my weight into my movements. Fighting the tight clenching of her legs, I forcibly continued to fuck my hand deep into her bottom. She whimpered loudly while repeatedly pounding a fist into the mattress, riding the waves of her climax for as long as she could. Her convulsions finally began to subside, and I began slowly withdrawing my hand. I quickly shoved my fingers in one more time, jarring Julie forward in the bed. She lifted her head and exhaled a breathy command to "fuck me now" and I could hold off no longer. I threw down the bed sheet and jumped fully onto the bed to mount her from behind. With my free hand on Julie's naked back, holding her down firmly into the mattress, I forced her legs apart with my knee. I removed my other hand from her bottom and frantically tugged my underwear down. I grabbed my aching cock, moistening it with her juices. She arched her position, jutting her ass upward, and I roughly grabbed at the crotch of her panties and pulled her ass up into position. I yanked the panties to the side very aggressively, ripping the material completely away from one leg, and briefly knocking her off balance. Julie gasped a loud "yesss!" as I guided myself forward, and sank the length of my cock into her. There was nothing gentle about my movements once we got started. Lifting much of her weight off of the bed with both hands, I held her hips tightly and slammed my body into her backside. Julie's knees began to come off the bed as I aggressively pulled her weight into me. Our bodies slapped together loudly as I arched my back to extend deeper with each stroke, slamming my pubic bone into her ass. Her muffled squeals told me her face was buried in the pillow. Gasping for air, she began to cry out with each violent thrust as I repeatedly threw all of my weight forward. I could feel her warm fingers furiously pulling again at her clit just below the cool, wet slapping of my balls. We were fucking with incredible raw and unbridled energy. The mixture of sensations was overwhelming, creating an almost surreal, out of body consciousness. I could feel the hunger of Julie's soaking pussy eagerly swallowing the steel hardness of my cock, both of us desperately maneuvering to go deeper. Her frantic fingers continued to wrestle her clit under the constant banging of my balls. The room was filled with the slapping wet sounds of each thrust, and the grunts and moans of our passion - all of it in the stark blindness of the night. I could feel every nerve ending in my body starting to vibrate as my release became imminent and unstoppable. Julie squealed loudly and began bucking her back violently, grinding her pussy against my body. I could feel the deep contractions of her orgasm pulsing around my cock. Her fingers grabbed onto my wet balls from underneath, squeezing them tightly and pinning them against her throbbing clit. Suddenly unable to withdraw against her grip, I held forward and pulled tightly onto her waist. Extending as deeply as I could reach, her convulsions finally triggered my eruption. My climax that night was unlike any other I have ever experienced. My body jerked and shuddered for what felt like a full minute as I released my seed deep into Julie's body. I threw my head back, and without any further thrusting, I came. Gripping her tightly as she squeezed my nuts, I released a long series of warm, powerful spurts. I was certain she could feel my cock pumping with each sizeable release. She shuddered and I moaned with each blast. My balls, and months of mounting sexual frustration, emptied into her warmth. Slowly my tremors faded, and I could feel Julie's weight sinking from my grasp. I gently pulled out and released my hold on her sweating body. Equally spent, I lowered my weight beside her and laid across her position in exhaustion. My wet and withering cock dangled against Julie's thigh as I closed my eyes and wrapped my arm around her position, holding her close. She never made a move to clean up, or even to re-adjust what remained of her panties. Neither of us uttered another sound. It seemed to me the most erotic picture of sexual satisfaction. ------------------ I could never explain it, but somehow the next morning I woke up alone and in my own bed. A quick peek into the guest room told me that Julie had already left. I longed to talk to her, maybe learn if she was really dreaming, or just seducing me. But I never got the chance. I could find no note to explain anything. The guest bed was neatly made, and there remained no sign that a brazen seductress had actually been there. The only evidence of the night was a loan pizza box in the kitchen, an empty bottle of wine in the den, and remnants of dried semen matted like glue in the hairs of my upper leg. The most thrilling sexual experience of my life had started without any expectation, and apparently ended without any explanation. Over the few days I actually began to wonder if I was the one dreaming. The following Saturday was my cleaning service weekend. I came home after a round of golf to find everything in order - carpet vacuumed, kitchen cleaned, tables dusted, clothes cleaned and folded. Then I saw something that brought a satisfied smile to my face. There on the top of the laundry pile was a folded pair of panties. They were cleaned. They were also badly ripped. I sure hope she got that job. Waking Aurora: Close Shave "I want to see you shaved." he told me on the phone. "I tried shaving once, it was a disaster Sir, My tummy just gets in the way." I told him as I laid on the bed with the phone to my ear. "I don't want you to shave yourself, I want to shave you, I want you to trust me enough to let me do that to you." his voice sent shivers of desire through me. We had only known each other a short time, but I knew I trusted him more than anyone I had ever met, I trusted him enough to submit in a way I had only played at before, enough to want to be his pet, his toy, his sub. "How would you do it? How would you shave me?" I asked breathlessly as my hand began to wander down my belly to touch my trimmed pussy hair. I asked him to let me touch myself, to let me play with myself as he described the steps involved. When he gave me permission I slid my fingers against my wet clit as I listened to him tell me in detail how he would shave my pussy bald the next time we met. His precise description did as much to arouse me as any phone sex I had ever had, I squirmed as my cunt got wetter and wetter and as he described how much he would enjoy shaving me I came silently so as not to interrupt him, biting my lip to keep my moans quite. The next day I showed up exactly when he told me to and we spent the evening watching television and movies, the entire time I was getting wetter and wetter thinking about him shaving me. Finally the movie, which seemed to last forever, drew to a close and I got up my courage to ask him if it was time yet. He told me to go into the bathroom and take a quick shower and he would get everything ready. I washed between my legs, feeling how slick and wet I already was then sat on the edge of the tub drying myself as he arranged a folded blanket on the floor and offered me a pillow. I lay out on the bathroom floor the way he told me to with my ass on the edge of the blanket and a towel under my bottom. I lay there naked, exposed and unsure, as he went to get the camera and took before pictures of my pussy. My breasts kept pushing up against my chin so I grabbed them and held them in place as he gathered up the supplies he had told me he would need. A bucket of hot water was laid at my feet and he brought a can of old fashion shave cream and a new three bladed razor and sat between my legs. All I could see was his head over my belly and tits as I bent my knees and exposed myself to him. I gasped as he poured a bit of the hot water from the bucket onto my pussy. I could feel the cool shaving cream on my mons and his hand gently smoothing it onto my skin and adding a little to my right leg. He paused to take pictures of me with the shaving cream covering my pussy mound and then told me to relax and not to squirm when I giggled at the feel of the cream. At first I could barely feel the razor sliding over my skin as it wiped away the hair on the outside of my mound. It flowed over my skin taking off the cream and the hair with ease. When he started to work closer to my lips I felt the soft strokes more precisely and I found myself playing with my nipples, twisting them and pulling them. Each stroke was a delicate tickle near my exposed center, I was as open to him as I could be and I felt the most trust I had ever felt for another person as I watched his serious eyes looking at me. He asked me if I was alright and I assured him I was, that my sighs were because it felt so good not because I was tired or bored, far from it. I could feel my cunt slicking up more with each stroke of the razor against my delicate skin. I lay back and relaxed, playing with my nipples until he began to shave the edge of my lips, at which point I had to bite my lip and slow down the twisting of my nipples. The sensation was amazing, delicate and dangerous all at the same time. He would reach over to my right leg and smear more cream on me to keep the delicate areas that he had to go over again lubricated. As his razor slid over my skin I felt so relaxed, so safe and totally secure, I knew he would not hurt me as long as I trusted him enough to not move or be stressed. I could feel the razor down near my ass and I wanted to squirm so bad but I knew I had to have faith in him to never damage me. Finally the last strokes were done and I was told to shower off all the cream and make sure I got all of me clean. I gently scrubbed at my pussy, marveling at how soft the skin felt there between my legs, washing the cream out of ever crevice before getting out of the shower and drying off again. Now the only thing that was slick on me was my own juices which no amount of wiping away could seem to conquer. He told me to go lay down on the bed as he threw the blanket and towel in the wash and I relaxed and touched my mound gently until he came in with the camera and had me pose again for him. Finally he had me lay with my butt at the end of the bed and my feet hanging off of it as he inspected his handy work. "I saw you playing with your nipples without asking me while I shaved you." he told me. "Maybe we should see how much more sensitive your pussy is now, I think it needs a spanking don't you?" "Oh yes please Sir." I sighed, waiting for the blow I knew would land on my full, round mound. The first blow was mild and I was expecting another like it when his hand slammed down hard upon my tingling pussy. I gasp and sat upward, grasping his arm and trying to catch my breath. "Lay back down now." He ordered and I did so as I caught my breath and waited for the next blow which I was sure would have me gasping for air again. I waited and waited as he gently teased my mound and over and over lifted his hand only to gently bring it down again to stroke me. Finally when I had stopped flinching each time his hand raised up he landed a blow which again had me upright and out of breath. I quickly laid back and tried to calm myself as he landed two more medium blows then began to again tease and stroke my now glowing and swollen mound before landing one more hellish blow upon it making me gasp. I lay there trying to calm down as he watched me and stroked my belly and legs before telling me to scoot up and lay with my head on the pillows. He lay down beside me and gently continued to touch me while looking me in the eyes. "You played with yourself while we talked yesterday, show me how you masturbate." He quietly ordered me. I was laying on my side, as I always did when I played with myself alone. I slid my right hand down to my pussy and let my fingers slide between the hot and swollen lips, marveling at how sensitive it was shaven. I told him that I always twist one of my nipples while I masturbate and he reached over and grabbed one and began to pull on it. "Like this?" he asked. I was getting closer and closer to cumming so I gasped as I told him that I twisted it much harder as well as pulling on it. My fingers stroked my flaming hot clit and slid around in my juices as he twisted and pulled my nipple harder and harder driving me closer to my orgasm. I began to stiffen up, thrashing my head around and working my fingers against my clit faster and faster as I finally let loose and moaned and cried out as I came. He caught my moans with his lips, kissing me as my orgasm faded away and he held me close. Finally after I was done shaking he told me he wanted to feel how smooth I really was and told me to get on my hands and knees as he slid behind me and positioned himself between my thighs. I gasped as he slid his hard cock into me, filling me full, and began to fuck my bare, swollen, hot pussy with a vengeance. He reached forward and grabbed my red hair and pulled my head back as my moans got louder and louder. I could feel him sliding in me, my heat burning me up from the center of my being as he pounded into me. "In or out?" He asked, "Do you want me to cum inside you or on you?" "In me. Oh please Sir, cum inside me." I begged as he sped up his trusts, pushing my head into the pillow. "Fill me up please Sir." I felt him cum inside me, spurt after spurt filling my already soaking cunt. He collapsed beside me and pulled my back up against him and held me close as I whispered my thanks to him and told him it would always be his choice where he came when he was with me. To be Continued: 6-3-07 Waking Becky He's watching me again. I can't see him, but I "feel" his eyes on me. A shiver runs between my shoulder blades and that now familiar wetness appears in between my legs. Let me explain. I'm a twenty year old college student, and about two months ago I noticed this guy staring at me at Starbucks. He is probably in his early forties, nice looking, pretty fit, but with the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen. When he caught me looking back at him, he quickly turned away. I was kind of flattered that an "older" guy found me attractive, but sort of forgot the whole thing by the time I got my coffee and left the store. A few days later, I saw him again. This time he was sitting on a bench across from the building where my English Lit. Class is. He was reading a paper, or at least he was holding it. When I stepped from the cool interior of the building into the bright fall sun, he looked up as if on cue. I didn't look directly at him, but kept him in my peripheral vision as I made my way across the quad. He watched me intently the entire time. Over the next few weeks I would see him in the grocery store, or at the mall, or even at one of my college basketball games. He was never in a place that was unusual for him to be, but by now I knew it was no coincidence that he kept showing up wherever I was. I tried to get a better look at him when I could and was able to discern that he was a wide shouldered man who moved with grace not normally associated with big guys. His hair was almost shoulder length and light brown with a small patch of gray at one temple. His face was long, with high cheekbones. He had a generous mouth and a goatee that he kept neatly trimmed. And the eyes, those deep, intense, blue eyes. Eyes that I saw even when I closed my own eyes to sleep at night. I began to fantasize about this man. Wondering what it would be like to feel his big hands on my body, to feel him take complete control of my petite 5'4" form. To stare into those blue, blue eyes while he had his way with me. Of course this was all fantasy, but I did use my vibrator occasionally while daydreaming about him. As I said, I am petite. 5'4", 115lbs. I am in great shape and love my legs and ass. Guys are always staring at me when I walk away. I have a 34B chest, and though my boobs aren't huge, they have a great shape and I don't have to wear a bra if I don't want to. I'm told I am very pretty, though modesty prevents me from admitting that I think so too. Some people tell me I look like the South African actress Charlize Theron. I like the compliment, but...The point is, I am used to guys staring at me. But they are normally guys my age, and never have I had someone so devoted to watching me as this guy was. I don't know why I never told anyone about HIM, not even my best friend. But I just got this feeling that he wasn't dangerous, and honestly, his attention excited me. I don't know why, but it did. I got to the point where I could feel him watching me even when I couldn't see him, and it never failed to excite me. Sometimes to the point where I would hurry home to masturbate to my fantasies about HIM. I made a conscious effort to dress sexy and was surprised when I realized I was doing it for a man who some would consider a stalker. I would never look directly at him when I noticed him, because he would always turn away and leave if I did. And by this point, I wanted him watching me. One unseasonably warm October evening, I put on a skimpy pair of running shorts and a sports bra and went out on my front lawn to do some yard work. The sun was still very warm, and I was comfortable without a lot of clothes. I rarely saw HIM around my house, but I was sure he knew where I lived. I kind of hoped he would come by and see me in my sexy little get up. I know it's crazy, but it's true. After an hour or so, the sun began to go down, and it began to cool rapidly. I headed inside to get something to eat and to study for awhile. I hopped in the shower and let the hot spray hit my body while I thought of HIM watching me. As if he could see through walls and watch me shower. With my eyes closed I imagined him pulling his erect cock from his pants and stroking it while he watched me soap my body. I was getting really excited by this time and turned off the shower so I could go into my bedroom and invade my "toy" drawer to get some relief. I stepped from the shower and pulled a towel off the wall hook. As I dried myself, I let the soft towel rake across my oh so sensitive nipples and it sent chills right down to my clit. I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom, already looking towards my nightstand, when a slight movement to my right caught my attention. I turned to look and HE was standing there! Jeans, tight t-shirt, leather boots, his now familiar face, and those eyes. Those too blue eyes staring intently at me. True I had fantasized about sex with this man, but he is standing in my bedroom now, and it is all too real!! "What do you want?" I stammered out. He smiled. And I realized I had never seen him smile before. But this wasn't a smile of joy or happiness; this was the feral snarl of a hungry beast. He said not a word, but stepped towards me. I backed up until I bumped into the wall and could go no further. I looked up at him and he seemed even bigger than I had imagined. He reached towards me, but in a slow deliberate fashion. Hooking two of his big, meaty fingers on my towel, he pulled it from me. I made a token resistance, but I knew my strength was no match for his. So now I am standing naked before my stalker. He smiles again, only this time; there is a sad tenderness in his eyes. He leans towards me, placing one big palm on the wall above my left shoulder, he whispers in my ear. "Becky" he whispers, drawing my name out, "its time to wake up" His breath is hot and his voice is deep and gravelly in my ear, and despite myself I began to feel moistness between my legs. He takes me by the hand and pulls me towards him. As he does this, he backs towards my bed. I feel his big hands on my ass as his massive arms encircle me and he lifts me completely from the floor until our faces are inches apart. His lips seek out mine, and as his kisses me, I began to kiss back until I remember what is going on here. A stranger in my house is trying to have sex with me. I put my hands on his broad shoulders and push away. "No" I say. But even I don't hear the proper conviction in my voice, but I hope HE does. He tosses me down on the bed where I land spread eagle on my back. Before I can move he drops to his knees and buries is face in between my legs. I feel his hands encircle my thighs as he begins to kiss and lightly lick my wet pussy. I beat at his head and shoulders, but my blows have no more effect on this large man, than a fly to a screen. I began to yell "Help, HELP!!", but before I can get another word out, one of his big hands clamps itself over my mouth. "Becky" he whispers again, "wake up" This he says with his mouth hovering over my throbbing clit, his hot breath sending unwanted chills through my body. He bends to his task again and begins to make love to me with his mouth and tongue again. This time he is insistent and I feel his tongue slide deep inside me as his lips cover my swollen pussy lips. Before long he is fucking me with is tongue in the most incredible way. His tongue feels better than most of the dicks I have felt, and seems to fill me in a way I had never imagined. My struggles slowly cease and my attempted cries for help become muffled moans of ecstasy behind his meaty palm. He slowly removes his hand from my mouth as he perceives the change in my attitude about the proceedings. His big hand slides down my chest where he takes first one, then the other breast in his hand, He pinches each nipple, hard, and it makes me buck against his probing tongue. He continues to fondle first one breast, then the other with one hand while his mouth and tongue work their magic on my burning loins. His other hand has slipped beneath me and he is squeezing and kneading my ass cheeks in a delightful way. A combination of my juices and his saliva runs down and into the crack of my ass. I feel his probing finger, and then he thrusts a finger into my puckered hole while he begins to nibble on my clit. This is the first thing that hasn't been gentle, and it surprises me, but what surprises me more is that HIS invasion of my ass pushes me over the edge and I begin to orgasm wildly. Thrashing around on the bed and moaning in ecstasy. He continues to lap gently at my too sensitive clit and his finger continues to fuck my sphincter while his other hand is busy caressing my breasts and pinching my aching nipples. I begin to come down off the peak of my orgasm and as he senses this he lifts his head and smiles at me again. And the smile goes all the way up to his eyes, which sparkle and shine with unabated lust. H slowly stands and I am so drained I can only watch from my prone position as he slowly pulls the tight t-shirt over his head, revealing a much better body than I had thought he would have. This guy must work out like crazy! He unsnaps his jeans and my eyes lock onto his hands as he slowly unzips his pants and pushes them down over his hips. He bends at the waist to push his pants down, and remove his boots, so that I don't see his cock until he stands upright again. My god! It's just like the rest of him. Big!! Not porno big maybe, but bigger than any of the college boys I've been with. Thick and meaty with a swollen purple head pointing right at me! I have no idea how, but somehow I find myself sitting on the edge of the bed, my hands reach around and grab his nicely muscled butt and I begin to smell his muskiness as I lean in close. The aroma makes me wet all over again. I lick his shaft and then he takes his shaft in his hand and lifts it so I have access to his heavy nut sack. I lean in even closer, reveling in the smell of this man. I open my mouth and take one of his big testicles in my mouth. I moan at the erotic thrill, and my moan makes HIM shudder. I release his heavy ball from my pouty lips and lean back slightly. He guides the huge head of his swollen member to my waiting lips. The tip of my tongue snakes out and licks the drop of precum that has formed on the tip of his cock. It is so sweet, that I know I need more. As one of his hands continues to hold his big shaft and guide his throbbing rod into my mouth, I feel his other hand on the back of my head. He gently pushes my mouth down on his cock and I let him. Not only do I let him, I am loving the feeling of having no control. Though I can't take all of his cock in my mouth, I try my best to swallow all I can as his insistent hand pushes me down his shaft over and over. I know I want to taste this man as he cums in my mouth, I hunger for it, I need it. But once again, I have no control. He steps back and his cock is pulled from my hungry mouth. I am surprised to hear a whine escape me. He stands me up by pulling my up by my arms. He then turns me around and forces me to bend at the waist until my forehead is almost touching the bed. I place my hands on the bed to brace myself and I feel him rub that massive cockhead up and down my ass crack. My own saliva lubricates it as he slides it down and across my aching pussy. He uses his foot to force me to spread my legs further and then I feel him begin to enter me. I have never been stretched like this before. I knew he was big, but my god, he is filling my like I had never dreamed possible. Once about half his length is inside me, I feel his hand rest on my hips. He doesn't move at all at first, and I find myself pushing back, wanting more of him, all of him, inside me. He holds me still, and I am reminded of just how much I am at this man's mercy. He begins to move. Slowly at first, the ever faster as he begins to drive deeper and deeper into my wet folds. Soon he is fucking me like I knew he would. Aggressive, hard, deep strokes, over and over, pounding into me. I reach one hand back and cup his heavy balls as he continues to fuck me as if I were his personal property. And then I get it. I "wake up". I am his property now. And I love it. HIS pace quickens and as I feel yet another earth shattering orgasm begin to rocket through me, I feel his cock swell even more and his balls seem to grow hot in my hand just before I feel hot sticky ropes of his ejaculate coat my insides. As orgasm rolls through my body like a wave, I throw myself down on the bed, turning quickly to lean in and catch the last few spurts of HIS cum in my mouth. HIS hands on my head again as he is able to force his now spent cock deeper into my mouth. I lick and suck him dry and clean. And then I lay back on the bed in a state of post coital bliss I was previously unaware of. I must have drifted off to sleep immediately, because I awoke hours later in a dark bedroom. HE must have put me in my bed and covered me up before leaving, because that's where I was, and he was gone. I drifted back to sleep with wonderful thoughts of the previous nights activities. When I awoke in the morning, the sunlight streaming through my curtains revealed that he had left something behind. A note on the bedside table that read simply. "About time you woke up. I'll be watching." And I know he is. Waking Blood *Lady Ioshi and Satoru, the beginning The stallion pushed forward with a fury as it heard the screams and howls that came from the flaming compound. Ioshi rode the beast as it lunged forward, her weight a breath upon the horse's back as the steed hurried towards the mayhem. Her kimono floated around her lithe form like a misty halo, her pale skin and pert, red nipples glistening against the moonlight. Having fed a few hours ago upon a sorry way-man who thought her a mild courtisan, her senses were flushed with the crackling energy of the night. Her nostrils filled with the acrid smell of spilt blood mingling with moist moss and soil. The cracking of bones and the rendering of flesh and the screams of pain and terror echoed among the snapping of wood girders and crashing of walls. She slowly guided her dark steed to a halt near the edge of the forest and she cast her ethereal gaze over the devastated compound. Bodies were strewn all over -- swords shone in the fires while held tight in the hands of valiant samurai. Ioshi closed her eyes and listened for the sounds of their killers -- a group of them moved towards the south of the compound, opposite where she waited with her horse. Ioshi drifted down from her steed, soundlessly landing on the soft ground. Her loose fitting kimono draped her delicately and its color shifted to match the shadows she moved in. The sounds of the slaughter were moving southward as the feeders progressed away from the central compound of the Shogun's manor. She overlooked the charred remains of the old majestic rooftops, plumes of dark smoke hiding the stars even from her devilish eyesight. She was about to steal away on her horse when she was suddenly captivated by a whimper emanating from the rubble. Like an owl sizing its prey, Ioshi focused of a pile of splintered wood -- it stood away from the fires and she recognized the shape of a broken shed. She caught the faintest reflection of firelight in the white of wild, terrified eyes. Drawn by the faint cries, Ioshi broke from the safety of the forest and slid down the steep hillside, barely disturbing the loose ground and protruding roots. Once on even ground , her kimono changed to a silver and red print that she tightened lest she frighten whoever was buried even more with her ferocious nakedness. She then prudently neared the broken shed, ears ever listening for approaching feeders but her eyes and mind focused on who lied beneath. Ioshi stood a few moments before the pile of rubble, aware the survivor held breath in anxious expectation. She could hear the rushing blood filled with terror and the speeding heart rate -- it was a child. With a sly smile, she hooked her delicate fingers beneath the heaviest girder and with ease beguiling her slender stature, she heaved and threw the rubble carelessly as a child would kick aside a snapped twig. The shambles crashed loudly some ways away and in its place was the shivering figure of a young boy. His blood smelled sweet. The boy pulled his eyes away from behind his hands and realized he was exposed. His tunic was torn and blood and dirt filled the various cuts and bruises that covered his arms and legs. Ioshi watched intently as he unfurled his lanky frame -- all the while her ears were alert for any sign that feeders might come back. Though he was bruised and bleeding, he stared at her unflinchingly, his fierce dark eyes full of terror and temper. There was also an air of nobility to him as he stood his ground -- he was of samurai stock, she realized. "You will kill me?" he asked with a cracking voice. He walked up to Ioshi and stared her boldly in the eyes, though his body obliviously shook. She guessed him to be around 11 years old. "Not unless you try to kill me, child," she said sweetly. "Now, what is your name?" "I am Satoru. If you will not kill me I will do it myself..." he said as he started to look around till he finally spotted a loose sword. The blade was splattered with blood turned dark crimson -- its hilt was embroidered with lavish silver detailing showing intertwined dragons that sparkled. He suddenly ran for it but Ioshi had already blurred past him and held the blade lovingly in her deft hand. She used the other to hold the boy at bay. "It is a lovely blade," she admired as Satoru pushed vainly against her outstretched arm. "A fine Muramasa ." "Give it to me!" the boy howled with anger and desperation. "Please! Give it to me..." his voice faltered. "But you would kill yourself," Ioshi admonished. "Such a precious life as yours should not be wasted." "Precious?" he whimpered as he fell to his bloodied knees, gripping the hem of her kimono and exposing her toned, slender leg. "I wanted to save him, my brother. Shingen. But they dragged him away and I couldn't pick up his sword. I couldn't save him. I dishonored myself and I dishonored him." Ioshi offered the boy her hand. Satoru took it and she helped him to his feet while he wiped his runny nose across his forearm. He then looked at her hand in wonder when he realized how cold she was. "You're too young to worry about honor, child," she whispered as she kneeled and used the cuff of her sleeve to wipe the tears from his cheeks. Satoru watched her nervously though she touched him most gently. "Don't worry -- children are not part of my diet, though their's can be the sweetest blood." She ran her tongue across a growing fang. He stared at her boldly, his defiance at odds with the fear racking his limbs -- he watched as Ioshi's fangs receded and her lips stretched into a hauntingly warm smile and she then wiped the sweat from his brow with her cuff. "Do not fear me, dear Satoru. Monsters are not always evil, and some of them are even people. I am neither -- I am Lady Ioshi. Come with me and you will taste your revenge against the monsters and understand the meaning of blood." "You will teach me to be samurai?" he pleaded. "No. You cannot defeat monsters if you fight like a samurai -- bushido is too noble. I will teach you to be a monster." Satoru looked across the wreck of the Shogun's compound: the fires were dying down and the splintered ribcages and torn limbs and broken swords were a dark scape. He simply nodded before the wisdom of her words. Ioshi picked the boy up and held him to her breast -- despite the cold of her flesh, he stopped shivering and released his fear and he allowed her to take him back to her mount. He slept as the horse dived into the forest and away from the darkness of the feeders and the slaughter of the boy's kin. *Lady Ioshi and Satoru, the End I Satoru stood quietly off to the side as his mistress caressed the jet black hair of the young woman prostrate before her throne. Lady Ioshi had a leg raised and her knee pressed to her shoulder, granting the young Satoru a clear view of the young woman as she kissed and licked the inside of the Lady's thigh. Lady Ioshi had made a small incision to her alabaster skin and the young woman -- Satoru remembered her name to be Yumiko -- lapped at the dribbling blood. Her face was covered in the chalk white make-up favored by the concubines of the nobility, and in turn her face was covered in a coat of crimson ichor. Lady Ioshi threw her head back and moaned as Yumiko found her precious nub and caressed it roughly with a wicked tongue. Yumiko slipped a slender finger in to the Lady and she bit her lip till she bled as waves of pleasure pulled color towards the surface of her skin. Satoru watched as his mentor succumbed to passion and sex. He recalled the ten years spent by Lady Ioshi's side. The sword had become an extension of his own limbs and he matched her, blow for blow. She had taught him the hierarchy of the blood feeders. Some died by sunlight; others by fire or drowning. The surest way was to remove the head and the heart and set them a light. But he remembered that the Lady had once been human, warm and sensual. Ioshi showed him this sensuality -- she had moved with Yumiko to the dark wood floor and they had entwined their legs together. Satoru watched in wonder as their little fluffy triangles of jet black hair mingled and he saw bits of their pussies sprout from between their thighs: Yumiko, deep red and Ioshi, pale and pink. He felt the stirring that has haunted his loins for the past few years, the one weakness he fought the most to overcome -- it was dragging him down as he watched Lady Ioshi and Yumiko strip completely from their kimonos and frolic on the cool floor. Lady Ioshi slid down Yumiko's slender belly and found the young woman's musky pussy and gingerly spread her warm petals and slid her snaking tongue inside. Satoru neared the couple and watched intently as Yumiko's face contorted while the pleasure the Lady's tongue delivered pulsed through her lithe form. Satoru felt his cock grow beyond propriety and peek out from the thin robes the Lady demanded her wear -- the flimsy material caressed his toned, muscular shape and highlighted his broad shoulders and chest. "Ooohhh," Yumiko moaned when she noticed his hard member saluting them. Lady Ioshi held Yumiko's clit against her alabaster teeth with her tongue and rolled it there, causing Yumiko's legs to thrash. "Ah! Yes! There!!" Yumiko gasped when the Lady slipped a wriggly finger deep into her pussy -- the Lady motioned to Satoru to disrobe and to come near. As he removed the robe, Yumiko's eyes grew wide in greedy desperation to be taken my this magnificent ward of the Lady -- her juices suddenly burst from her pussy and sprayed the Lady with all its musky power. "Oh Yumiko," the lady declared. Her tongue suddenly stretched out from between her crimson lips as long as Satoru's arm and lapped up every last drop of Yumiko's orgasm. The tongue swirled across the Lady's face like a writhing snake before turning its moist attention to Yumiko body -- it moved leisurely across her belly and thighs before caressing her large bosom, a contrast to the Lady's more diminutive assets. Yumiko's rosy nipples sought attention and she greedily pinched them when the Lady's mystical tongue found her mouth and plunged inside, pulsating as it seemed to inch deeper into the young woman's gullet. Despite her apparent choking, Yumiko rubbed her nub violently and gushed her pleasure for a second time. The Lady retreated her tongue and looked placidly at her young lover. "Yumiko, do you want Satoru to fuck you?" the lady asked as crawled up Yumiko's writhing body -- the Lady's hair seemed to slowly come alive as her lips were inches away from Yumiko's. "Yes, Lady," Yumiko answered as she tried to kiss her mistress. "Ever since I first saw him. I want him." "Do you want her, Satoru?" Satoru glanced from his stone-like member to the fair Yumiko and then to Lady Ioshi and nodded. The Lady pondered him for a moment while strands of her ever lively mane entwined and formed rope-like appendages. She caressed Yumiko's cheek before shrieking like a mad thing. Satoru fought the urge to step back in revulsion as the Lady's hair wrapped itself around Yumiko's arms and legs, pinning the struggling woman to the floor. Yumiko stared in horror as the Lady's mouth filled with rows of sword-sharp teeth and her eyes grew as black as the depth of night. Yumiko screamed when some of the Lady's hairs, wound tight like fingers, pried her resistant jaw open. "Satoru!"the Lady ordered as she screamed into Yumiko's mouth. Satoru stood still before the Lady's fury, sweating though the air in the room had chilled. "Mark her!" Satoru set his square jaw and ran his fingers through his short, black hair before stepping over Yumiko. She stared in renewed horror as he grabbed his manhood in his hands and began to slowly, yet reluctantly, pump his shaft. Satoru felt the Lady's eyes glare at his and he accelerated his pace. He kept his eyes opened and locked onto the Lady's as his knees begin to buckle as the pleasure grew, pooling from his limbs and flowing towards his cock. As he ceaselessly pump his manhood and kept his eyes ever on Ioshi, he leaned his member toward the crying Yumiko felt his mind grow numb. The Lady was there, behind his eyes, prodding him with the promise of a bliss unknown to him. Satoru's hand moved savagely across his sensitive shaft -- the pleasure he felt was burning his skin and felt the blood in his shaft almost boil. As he felt his orgasm grow near, the Lady unleashed her unnatural tongue and it snaked its way to Satoru's ass and pressed into his asshole. His knees gave way and Satoru fell to his knees, his cock landing in Yumiko's gaping mouth. She gagged and choked as he unleashed a torrent of come that flooded her throat and overflowed from her lips, splashing her chin, cheeks and chest. Yumiko tried to spit out the warm liquid, but the Lady's hair-fingers forced her to swallow his come. Satoru fell back, his come-covered, flaccid cock slipping from Yumiko's coughing mouth and dragging across her face. He witnessed Lady Ioshi snarl before sinking her teeth into Yumiko's throat, splattering them with a warm rain of gushing blood while Yumiko gargled and spit her crimson life away. Yumiko's eyes grew blank as the room filled with the sound of splintering bone as the Lady tore her limbs asunder and fed. II Satoru drew his katana and pressed its cool steel to his thick chest. Lady Ioshi stood before him, draped in the same shimmering kimono she wore when she saved him from the fate that had claimed his brother when a band of feeders attacked the Shogun's compound. Whenever they sparred, she wore that kimono and he wore the torn and shredded tunic Lady Ioshi found him in. "Why did I kill her?" Lady Ioshi asked as she lept into the air, her kimono opening like mesmerizing wings and her blade held high above her head, ready to cleave him from head to groin. Satoru launched into the air with a powerful thrust of hips and amazingly reached almost the same height as the Lady. Their blades clanged and sparks flew as his momentum was thwarted by her undead strength. But in classic fashion, Satoru bent beneath her powerful blow, letting her momentum carry her over his head while he aided her with a swift kick to her midsection. When he crashed to the floor satoru had tightened his stomach to prevent being winded -- he already knew the Lady had pivoted in mid air and landed on her fragile looking feet. Hoping she might be drawn to commit a killing blow, he fanned his blade over his head and across the floor. He missed her ankles by a hair's breadth. The Lady floated off the floor and watched as Satoru scrambled to his feet. and faced her. His sword was at mid guard level, the hilt at the height of his belly-button and the blade angled towards the lady. "You killed her because we're monsters," Satoru growled in his low, thundering voice. "Then start fighting like one!" Lady Ioshi howled and flew at him. Her speed was blindingly fast but Satoru had developed almost inhuman reflexes through their sparring that he had already pivoted his hips and had countered the oncoming tip of her blade with the flat side of his. Satoru had managed to reach across his sword arm and grabbed a handful of her beautiful black hair and he yanked back -- the Lady flipped in midair and Satoru fell to one knee, driving the Lady down, crashing the back of her head hard on the dark wood floor. "Good," the Lady said as he stepped back and allowed her to regain her footing. She touched the back of her head and found it had caved in. "That would have killed me, dear child, if I wasn't already dead." Satoru was breathing hard and was covered in shimmering pearls of sweat that shined in the torchlight. "Tonight is a night of firsts," the Lady said as she walked around him, her kimono flowing as though struggling to get away from her and exposing to him the distracting image of her blood red nipples and tuft of black pubic hair. Satoru followed her every movement, fighting the desire that drove the blood to his cock. "But you have yet to be the first to draw blood." Satoru smiled and that halted the Lady -- she could not remember him ever smiling in their years together. She watched him carefully as he planted the sword into the floor and reached into a small pouch he had at his waist and pulled from it two smaller pouches -- he tossed them like shuriken with deadly accuracy towards the hanging torches at each end the training hall. The pouches ruptured and the dust inside doused the flames and plunged the haill into darkness . Lady Ioshi giggled. "Facing me in darkness?" Satoru laughed along with the Lady as he pulled his katana from the floor. His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness while he knew the Lady saw him perfectly. "Monsters like the dark," he whispered as he pulled another small pouch and threw it to the floor just as the Lady rushed him -- the pouched exploded in a rapture of light and Lady Ioshi screamed as she crashed into a far wall. Blinded by the light, she managed to block the savage slashes and thrusts Satoru delivered with ruthless accuracy despite his own blindness. Each time their swords clashed sparks flew and the Lady realized the meager boy she had groomed into a fierce beast was unleashing all the repressed rage she had felt simmer in his blood -- a sweet blood she had long denied herself. Fueled by the glory of an obscure victory she unleashed the full force of her power against Satoru and he met her, blow for blow -- undead force versus unyielding will. Yet no blood had been spilt as the two warriors were too evenly matched. When she thrust, he paraded and when he slashed, she blocked and countered. Satoru's sweat splashed Lady Ioshi's face as they danced around each other and when they were close she noticed his eyes were closed . The both tried to hit the other with fists and feet and the result was the same: stalemate. And then Satoru stumbled and fell to one knee. Driven by the bloodlust of violence, Lady Ioshi fell upon her ward with all the hunger her undead palate demanded. She did not notice Satoru's smile as he dropped a second pouch and a new rapture of light erupted. Despite the pain, the Lady pushed forward till she felt something sharp pierce her sternum while powerful muscles pushed her back against the wall. She spit blood while Satoru pinned her -- his blade was wickedly close to her cold heart. The Lady Ioshi froze as she knew any forward motion would cause his blade to split her heart -- the first step to her final death. She had succeeded. "First blood is yours," Lady Ioshi whispered as Satoru extracted the sword. Tradition would demand he whip the sword free of blood, but instead he put his free hand on the Lady's throat and squeezed -- she smiled as she gazed into his mysterious brown eyes, as intimidating as hers when the hunger grips her. She watched intently as he claimed his prize -- Satoru pressed his tongue to the flat of the blade and sucked up the Lady's blood. The Lady's blood overwhelmed him with her quintessence -- Satoru stumbled back as his mind filled with images of a beautiful young woman pulled from her bed, her husband desperately fighting against the beast that claimed her. Satoru felt the soft skin of her neck tear as the Beast's fangs sought the warm blood that flowed in her pulsing artery. His eyes were hers as she stared at the Beast that made her undead. "Goru," Satoru uttered -- the torches reignited, filling the hall with flickering light. He felt the guiltless guile with which she seduced her husband and mercilessly fed on him as Goru's final crucible, solidifying her loyalty to her master. But even then a seed of dissension festered. III "You were pregnant," Satoru said as he watched the Lady stand. The wound in her chest had healed and she began to disrobe from her kimono. Satoru stood and cast his katana aside