0 comments/ 92342 views/ 6 favorites Extra Tip By: NaughtyScribe helped out at a pizza place, working some nights and weekends as a waitress and bar server. She made decent money at it, even if the uniform covered less than it's share of skin. This one-piece, front-zippered uni was white, and, accented her shapely body very well. In the dictionary, under "curves," you'd see her silhouette. I often joked with her that her evening's tips were "titty tips," because the zipper on this little uniform tended to make it's way south, showing off a mild amount of her tasty cleavage. Laura would laugh this off, but, also was fully aware of the connection between her evening-ending pocket cash, and, the degree of arousal she created with that rack inside the white cloth. One weekend night, I was out with a buddy of mine, bored as usual, and stopped into the pizza place for some eats and a beer. Not seeing my sister's car, I figured she was off that night, and told my friend "too bad, Ry..You could've seen my sister here." Ryan had been one of the most ardent inquisitors about Laura, and found her to be, in his words, "honey-licious." We seat ourselves, and, look around at the semi-empty restaurant, in search of a waitress. While making small talk, I look over Ryan's shoulder, towards the bar entrance, and see an outline of a hot, shapely body, leaning against the doorway, with her ass crooked to one side from the back. "Ry...check her out..I hope we get her." Ryan looks back at this figure, and says "she looks like your sister...have I mentioned lately how much I am into her?" "Yes, Ry, yes..I know..So am I," I answer. Growing a little impatient, Ryan gets up to go to the men's room as we still wait for someone to serve us. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I look behind me, and, there stood my sister! "Hey, bud! You here alone?" she asks, as I focused in on her body in that uniform. "Nah..Ryan's in the bathroom," I say, adding "where's your car? I didn't see it outside..." "Garage again. Piece of shit that it is.. I had Connie across the street take me up tonight." "Well, if this place stays semi-dead, I can take you home if you want..But, we gotta eat first," I tell her, already planting the seeds. "Thanks SO much!" she says, flipping her long black hair . "Anyway, what do you want to eat...Want a beer first?" she asks, now seemingly with an energy burst. "Yeah, bring us 2 beers and, half a tray of red pizza," I order, looking her up and down by now. "Be right back with the beers..On the house, for my favorite brother!" Ryan comes back, and I tell him that I ordered beer and pizza, and, "oh, by the way..You're going to like our hot waitress...She's a babe." "Cool!" he says, not knowing who I am talking about. I see Laura walking back, beer in each hand. As she gets closer, I notice significantly more cleavage than before. She looked like the St. Pauli Girl! 'Hi, guys...here's your beer..And, uh, enjoy everything," she teases, as Ryan's eyes were squarely, and, without motion, glued to her marvelous tits. Standing there silent for a moment, my sister tells me that "I'll take you up on the offer.. After you guys are done, I'm cut, so, maybe I'll join you sooner than expected." Seeing pleasure in Ryan's face (and feeling it, myself), I told her "Fine..We'd love to have you." After she took maybe 4 steps away, I joke with Ryan "in more ways than one!" I watched her go into and out of the bar, and, stopped her briefly to ask her how her tips were going. She replied "better now," as she pointed her chin downward towards her now half-way open top and bursting breasts. "I can tell...Hell, you might get 20 bucks from US!" She laughed, then, as she walked away, I swear, she threw her ass out as far as possible in each direction, causing Ryan to get red and say "Goddam..I'd love to jump on her..How did you grow up with her and control yourself?? How did you NOT leap on her?" "Ry," I said to him, "I'll never tell if I did or didn't," leaving him puzzled and aroused by the very idea. Our pizza arrives (delivered by some guy, due to my sister being in the bar getting her final bills and tips), and, we dig in, sucking down the beer in the process. After this barrage, 2 lone pieces sit on the still-warm tray, and, Laura walks by "Howzit goin', guys?" she said, running her hand over my shoulder "I'm gonna go clock out, and bring you more beer..Maybe me one, too." She returned quickly, and I, the gentleman, got up, so she could slide inside to the corner of my side of the booth. This was also because I wanted to feel her leg under the table. Laura slid in, and distributed the beers accordingly. "Mmm.. That looks good" she says, pointing her long-nailed finger at the remaining pizza. "Yees, it does," Ryan says, not so secretly referring to her wide open top and visible cleavage. "Thanks, but I meant the pizza! You 2 are such GUYS!" She takes a cut of pizza, and takes care of it within 3 or 4 bites. "Anyone want that last one? I am starving tonight" she asks, to our answer of "Nope, go right ahead..Drink up, too..We'll pay." After one more round of beer, the buzz starts to kick in, as does the libido of Ryan and me. "So, Laura," I ask her, "How'd you do with your tips tonight, overall?" and, before she could answer, I joked with her to "Tell him what I refer to it as...Go head." Giggling and jiggling a little, my sister offered up an answer to both. "Pretty good, pretty good," she says, looking at Ryan and pointing her thumb at me, adding "HE calls it my titty tips! Isn't that a riot?" Excited and evermore curious, Ryan jokes with her that 'I could see why!" and chides her that "Jeez, imagine how much more you would make if your zipper was lower!" Likely knowing she was now THE center of our attention, Laura answered "Like, HOW low?" I reached over, and said "Hang on..I'll show you," placing the zipper between my two fingers, and gently tugging down slightly more, to about 2'3rds boob showing. "Hey!!" she says, pulling up some more and jiggling in the process. "I show a lot sometimes, but, that's TOO much!" in a sly, joking tone. "Bummer," I say, "Cuz that'd be worth at least a 20 from me if you did it again." "No shit? she asks, now taking this as a challenge. "If I show you guys that much, you'll give me 20 bucks?" Thinking some more, I added, "down that low, AND...walk into the bar." Now negotiating with her, Ryan chimes in with "I'll throw in 5 more to have you do it." Looking into my eyes, with this sexual, flirting look, Laura tells me "25 bucks..for showing a little more than I usually do, and going into a mostly-empty bar?"."Yep," I say, eagerly awaiting her final response. "Done!', she says, as we observe her slowly unzipping her uniform top until it hits the previous 2'3rds tit level. "Let's make it more interesting," I say, and again reach over to grasp the zipper. This time, she waits to see how much further down I want to expose her. Moving it only a smidge (but having the excitement of doing it), I say "There..That's good..Now, do it." I let her out, and, standing there, she looked like a goddess! As an assurance, I told her that she had to keep her hands behind her back, so we could be positive she didnt zip up again. "Well, if it's trust issues here.." she begins to say, before my interruption.. "No, no..We trust you..Now go, go show those babies off and take away our money." Even as she walked away, people at tables were staring, so, this was bound to be fun. We watched as she rounded the dining room twice, stood by the bar entrance, and walked through, clean to the other side's door, then made a straight beeline back to the table, hands still behind her back (long nails intertwined). "Ok, guys..Pay up!' she orders, and, we take out the cash and put it on the table. I let her back in, again to the corner, and, the bribery was on yet again. "Now, for the next thing.." we say, to her moderate surprise.."What?? I'm done, boys..We gotta go soon." "We will, we wll.." I say, then coming up with more paid body play for her. "OK, Laur..One more request.". Tipping her head to me, giving me a wide brown-eyed look, my sister responded "This I have to hear..What?" "I'd say there's at least 10 more bucks to add to your stash if...." "Come on, IF what, J?" she smiled, very pretty. "If both of us can, say, "put it away for you"?"..Laura looked downward at her deeply-open knobs, and said "I assume you mean in THESE, right?". From across the table, Ryan chimes in with "Bingo!" "Make it 10 more..each" she directs, thinking we are out of cash, anyway. "Each?? Ok, but, I need to hit the mac machine outside for some cash, which I had to do anyway when we left, so, YES, ten more each!" Ryan, being the glutton and never knowing when to hold his damn cards, then tells me "No, no...Make it 20 more, and, bare chested!!" 'No, no" she quickly answers, "I'm not flashing my bare boobs in here..keep dreaming, or, come up with a lot more cash and I'll do it outside if you want." Thinking for a second, I turn to her and ask her "You serious?? If I take out 50 more bucks, you'll get topless for us and let us stash the cash?".. Realizing the profit she was making off of this, my sister whispered in my ear "make it an even hundred and the clothes come off once we get home. Deal?" After repeatedly asking her if this would happen, if she was going to do it, she reaffirmed with a hand on my leg, gently squeezing it, and sexily whispering "If you don't WANT to see me naked, in my own apartment, just the 3 of us, I understand.." Now heated up like hell, I told Ryan a simple 'let's go..We have to take Laura home." The ride back to her place was swift, and, since she was in the front seat, every look I gave her was of anticipation, sex, and, the exciting naughtiness of sharing my own sister, naked, for money, with one of my friends. And, it was HER idea! This was more delicious than I ever imagined! Ryan had no idea what was about to happen: in fact, he seemed a little down that we left the last proposal hanging, then left the restaurant. Little did he know that we were about to not just SEE my sister in all of her tight, tanned, and marvelous skin, but, likely, would have opportunity to get at her. Upon arrival, we scale the stairs to her apartment, and, as Ryan was using the bathroom again, I went up behind her in her living room, and asked her "one last time, Laur....tell me this isn't a joke..tell me you mean it, and WILL be getting all naked for us.." "I'm good to my word, J..You know I am..Just get ready for a show..and try not to paw me too much, ok?..Remember, no rough stuff; I AM still your sister. Treat me well, and, it won't be your last experience." "Uh, fine..sure..anything you say, Laur." I pant, sitting on the couch waiting for her to start. Ryan comes out, and, Laura has mysteriously vanished into her bedroom. "Where'd she go" he asks, wondering what happened to the set of tits called my sister. "Think she's getting changed..out of that uniform," I told him, to his displeasure "Oh, well, guess that means OUR fun is gone, huh? Man alive, she's got the best body I've ever seen..Thanks for letting me in on the fun tonight." With a slight grin, I answered "no problem...plus, for all we know, it may not be over with yet..." "What?? Oh, dude!, What else you got planned? Is she ticklish? Wants to drink? Video Camera? What?!" he exclaims, now thinking that I'm up to something. "Just wait....maybe we'll see more than we planned," I snickered to him. The bedroom door creeks open, and out comes Laura, wearing a long, blue robe, as if getting ready for bed. She enters the living room, and talks to us a bit, offering another beer, snacks, etc., all the while with her robe top closed unusually high and tight. I had seen her in various robes before, and, knew darn well that, if anything, the opposite was true: she liked to have them open and comfortable, and had no problem with some boob exposure. So, this even intrigued me, this "covered up" look. After retrieving us all a shot of Schnapps, we salute each other, drink up, and repeat two more times. Ryan, figuring this is it (since no immediate activity had gone on), grabs the remote and starts to flip tv channels. Curiously, my sister had yet to sit down, choosing instead to walk about or stand in front of us, in that uptight robe. She turns around, facing the tv as Ryan channel surfs, and comments on what passes by. "No, rerun." "No..boring," "No, saw it." Apparently, she used this turned-around time to untie her robe sash, letting it fall to her sides, and opening up her robe. What she had on underneath was truly unbelievable!! "So, guys" she says, turning around, exposing a shear, two piece set of lingerie that highlighted every square, sexy, and wantable inch of her body. "Is tv all you want to see?". Noting even my own shock at her intense physical prowess and every definition of the word "woman," she teases me first, coming right up to my face and saying "Surprised, J?" to my somewhat babbling answer of "pleasantly, Laur, pleasantly." Moving over to Ryan, she continues the dick tease, telling him "You were ready to give up and go home, weren't you?" "No, I wasn't" he lies, and is immediately caught, making his plight worse. "Yes, you were..You were scheming to see more of my bod tonight, and gave up hope.. Never give up hope, Ryan" she said, lightly kissing him on the cheek. The dude was now significantly aroused, as was I. "To hell with the tv" she giggles, reaching over and turning it off. "THIS is no rerun," and flails off her robe, letting it fall to the floor. The shear, see-through lingerie that my sister had on left little to the imagination. And, we loved it. Laura walked around the rooms, much like she did at the pizza place, passing us twice, and taking some good body feels in the process. "Laur" I ask her, "what about your promise?". "Oh, that.." she coyly retorts..."Sure..In fact, YOU do the honors..Stand up and undo this top, if you can handle it.." Hitting massive cock bulge and excitement mode, I courageously stood up, approached her, and dropped the lingerie top straps over her shoulders, completing the toplessness by unhooking the front. "There they are, guys..Just like you wanted..Any wonder WHY I get titty tips?" Almost in horny unison, Ryan and I exclaim 'NOOO!!" Flaunting everything she's got, she really starts to tease me by saying "You, I used to take baths with you..," to my Pavlovian response of "How about NOW, L?" As she walked by me, I reached out and felt her legs, up and down several times, telling her how bad I would like to shave her legs for her sometime. My hands then moved upwards toward her tits, to her approval. 'Go ahead..My boobs are out for you both..C'mon Ry, it's ok to feel." Pulling her in closer, both Ryan and I fight to get the best feel of her marvelous tits as she arches her back and head, almost "giving them up" to our desires. Maybe wanting to get on with the nakedness that was promised, my hot sister took a few steps back, and very teasingly played with her shear panties, pulling them down, giving us a breif look, then back up again. "This" she dick teased, "is what you really want, isnt it? Ask nicely, guys...and you may receive." To her credit, Laura really made us work for this, big-time. We had to tell her how hot and gorgeous she was; that nobody we knew could even compare; that we knew this was nasty and incestuous because she was my sister, but, didn't care; all stuff like that. She really put us through the ringer in order to get her lingerie bottoms off, thus, seeing her sweet pussy in the flesh. Finally, though, she slowly, teasingly pulled them down, stepped out of them, and presented herself completely naked, to our severe, horny delight. We both got up, stood on each side of her, and just, as she said, "pawed at her body" from head to toe. Laura leaned back, and I held her in my one arm, as Ryan and I felt, grabbed, and explored every reach of her hot body. "Mmm..good, boys...This is so nasty," she whispered out, as we laid her flat on the couch. With a heavy sigh and half-shut eyes, Laura drew a line in the sand (albeit, this would be a temporary one), saying that "I've given you guys all I want to tonight.." letting us know that, feeling her up was ok, but, nobody was fucking anyone on this evening. Some cajoling, however, got my sister to beat us off, which was good enough for now. As she fell asleep, and, we got in some last, good body feels, we each stole an extended goodnight kiss, on her sexy lips (Ryan stayed a bit too long on that one.. I had to tap his back to tell him, hey, I want one, too!). Leaving her promised cash on the counter, we exited her apartment, awaiting word on the next time. To this day, I remain a god to Ryan. Extra Towel How to get an extra towel from housekeeping I heard the knocks at the door to my hotel room. But they only served to rouse me from the deep sleep I had been in just moments before. I still was not fully awake or aware of my surroundings. Several short moments passed before I was able to comprehend the fact that after the knocks, my door had opened and closed and I could now hear shuffling in the living room/kitchen area of my single room. Slowly my consciousness returned to me, but I was still not awake enough to move. I did however figure out that room service had just walked in and was changing the small garbage can next to my sink. I was also now becoming aware that, due to the cold weather outside, the heat in the room was up on full, leaving me sleeping completely nude and without a sheet or blanket within reachable range. And being first thing in the morning, my erection was full and not going anywhere any time soon. The layout of my room was like this. As you walk in the door from the hallway you walk into the living room/kitchen area. To the immediate left is the TV on the same wall as the door and a couch following the wall on the left. On the right wall was a closet first, then a sink and microwave (the kitchen) and just past the sink and microwave was the door to the bathroom. The back wall was simply a window. So, as you turn right to walk into the bathroom there is another door straight across from you leading to the bedroom. The bed I was laying on was just through that door and slightly to the right with my feet facing the door and my head the opposite wall. So, I knew I had until room service was through the bathroom before they would see me laying there. Just as this thought crossed my mind I heard shuffling in the bathroom and then footsteps coming towards me on the bathroom tile. Without enough time to cover myself up I simply laid still and pretended to be asleep. I heard the footsteps stop suddenly and then a sharp gasp of surprise. My awkward sleeping arrangements had been discovered. I dared not move out of sheer embarrassment. But, after what seemed like forever, probably actually just 10 seconds or so, I realized that I didn't hear the footsteps retreating in the direction they had came. I was being stared at! For the first instant I felt violated and slightly repulsed. Until I remembered the gorgeous thing that had been cleaning my room for the last week. She was beautiful. The hotel only hired employees that were 18 and over but I would have guessed she was younger just by looking at her. She looked so sweet and innocent. She appeared to be a mix of some kind of Asian and probably Mexican. She was about 5 feet 2 inches with dark brown hair and, by some miracle, blue eyes. She had a very athletic build and probably a very perky C cup. The little maid uniform completed the look and accented her curves perfectly. She always smiled at me when she was cleaning my room or when she saw me in the hall but I never thought much into it. Being a happily married man I wasn't about to try anything. But now here she was staring at my full erection. I suddenly found myself extremely aroused but completely off guard and at a loss of what to do next. After another 10 seconds I figured I would just play a bit of "chicken" with her. Without opening my eyes, I moved my right hand down and started to scratch around the general pubic hair region. This didn't seem to phase her at all so I gently started rubbing the shaft of my raging hard on. Even though, deep down, I knew I didn't want her to, I was so sure she would leave as soon as she realized what I was doing. But to my surprise and delight I heard no footsteps of retreat. I actually couldn't hear anything at all so I opened my eyes just enough to see her without being noticed myself, and I saw that it was in fact the same girl that I had seen the last week and she was definitely very engrossed in what I was doing. Her eyes were glued to my cock. Seeing this almost made me cum right then and there, but I didn't want this to end so quickly. So, I backed off with my stroking slightly and let my train of thought wander. I started to wonder if mine was the first cock she had ever seen. Was she a virgin? Had she ever given a blow job or even a hand job? Had she ever even seen a guy cum before? I was convinced that she hadn't. Why else would she be sticking around if not out of curiosity? The thought of this beautiful young woman watching me was becoming too much. I was getting very close. Suddenly I heard a faint noise. Did she just moan? Again I opened my eyes very slightly to see if I had heard correctly. I couldn't believe what I saw. She was biting her lower lip and had one of her hands down her skirt! That was it. Simply too much for me. I came instantly and in massive quantities. 8 days worth of saved up cum came gushing out of me in thick, white spurts. I could feel it covering my belly, chest, and even some on my neck in hot, continuous globs. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever stop cumming. Finally, I felt it start to subside and the last bit oozed out of my pulsing cock. Barely able to move, I let my arms drop next to me on the bed as I waiting to catch my breath. By the time I caught up with myself and sat up and opened my eyes she was gone. I walked through the bathroom to the living room area to see if she was still there but she had left. On the couch however was an extra towel and a handful of the little mints they put on your pillow each day. I guess that was her way of thanking me for the show. Checkout was the next morning and I had an early plane to catch, so I never did get to see her again. But, I did leave her a tip and a note saying "Thanks for the extra towel. Maybe next time you can give me an extra hand." Extra Towels The day was sunny and hot, just right for watching those bikini clad beauties down at the pool. But for me this would be a lonely day stuck in the hotel room with my computer working on the new specifications for the equipment my company had to install. This was a resort town and I was on vacation but my boss phoned me with an emergency, the client needed a last minute upgrade to the equipment. The work was supposed to have been finished with me enjoying some rays, cool beers and gorgeous women. I was now sitting in my hotel room, naked and working at the computer. All I had to do was complete the last section and download to the office before I could begin my rest and relaxation. I looked down at my cock and said, "Soon, my friend, soon." Thoughts of large tits bound by thin threads of opaque material occupied the back of my mind. After working long hours these past few weeks I had not had sex in some time. Images of sexy women requesting suntan oil to be rubbed all over their bodies made it hard to concentrate and just plain old hard. My friend was quite excited at this point and needed some relief. I wrapped my hand around my cock and gave it a few tugs. I was not going to finish my work this way. The computer was connected to the internet and I decided to surf some porn sites. I started looking for thumbs of sexy women with large tits. A noise outside my door distracted me and I moved to the door to have a peep. I looked through the peephole and saw the maid was at the door with her card. "Housekeeping," she called rapping her keycard on the door. I ran to get the bath robe the hotel provided and slipped it on. As I sat down at the computer to quickly change back to my real work, the maid ran her card through the key slot and opened the door. She walked in and saw me sitting at the desk, "Sorry sir, I will come back later." She was gorgeous and dressed in short shorts and a tight fitting T-shirt. "I have to work most of the day in the room. Can you clean up now?" I wanted her to stay and break the monotony. "Sure," she said without hesitation. "This is the day to do a complete change and clean, will that be alright?" "Not a problem," I said with a smile. The maid began her cleaning and I had the chance to lust over her sexy body. She was about 27 years old with long auburn hair, and her cuffed shorts augmented her long tanned legs. I noticed that her T-shirt was exceptionally tight around the tits and I guessed that they were 36D. She was wearing a bra but I do not think she needed one. Those puppies could stand up by themselves. I tried to read the writing on her shirt without being obvious but the logo was stretched around her tits. My cock was already at half mast and began to get bigger. I looked down and saw that the robe had slipped from my lap and I was showing my cock. I looked up to see if the maid had noticed but she was working away. The desk was situated such that I was facing the wall and could not be seen from behind me. I was about to hide my impending problem but decided I wanted to show off my friend and see how the maid would react. When she was busy in the bathroom I moved the robe open a little more to expose my cock to view from all of the room. The maid came back into the main room and began stripping the bed. It was difficult but I kept looking at the computer screen as if I was reading my work. With her back to me, I quickly glanced down and my cock was about 6" long lying against my leg. My last girl friend measured me at 8" when completely hard. The maid came round to my side of the bed to strip some of the bedding and clean up near the desk. She was moving quickly when she stopped dead and I heard an intake of breath. Slowly she began to move. I pretended my attention was on the computer but I noticed she moved slower and was paying more attention to the area around the desk. When she was putting more bedding on, the maid spent a lot of time on my side of the bed. Fidgeting with the pillows, she put on new cases. I think she had a hard time concentrating because she dropped the pillows several times. Each time she knelt down a couple of feet from my cock to retrieve the pillow. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her staring at my semi-hard cock. Then she went out to her cart to get some more linen. I had to try to concentrate on my work or I would be getting a hardon. After a little while she came back in with the sheets and continued her work. "I hope I am not bothering you," she asked? I turned and smiled. "Not at all," I said in the most cheerful voice. She was on the other side of the bed leaning over smoothing the sheets. Her tits were hanging free and swinging with her motions. I was staring at them for awhile before I remembered that she was wearing a bra when she first came in the room. Was I losing my mind or was she teasing me. My cock just grew another half inch and was starting to rise. Her nipples were pushing the fabric of the T-shirt out and they looked sexy. She stood up with hands on her hips examining her work. Her tits were full and did not have any sag. Yes, I was right those puppies can stand up by themselves. Reluctantly, I turned back to my work and tried to concentrate. Once she finished with the bed the maid came over to the desk to tidy up and clean. She hovered around me with her large tits swinging as she moved about. My cock grew another half inch and was definitely on the rise. "What are you working on," the maid asked with a degree of curiosity. She had stopped and leaned over to look at my work. I turned to say something but instead was greeted with the most amazing site. I was staring right at her tits just inches from my watering mouth. "Oh...just...hmmm...some...ahhhh...boring...work," I was trying to answer her but my mind was on those beautiful tits just before my thirsty eyes. My hand twitched and started to move before I stopped it in mid-motion. I wanted to grab those luscious tits and play with them, put that nipple in my mouth and suck on it. "This looks complicated," she replied while still looking at the screen. I looked to her angelic face, "No, not really. I just have to match our equipment to the client's specifications." She turned to look at me. "Not so complicated for you maybe," She smiled with thick full lips that emphasised her high cheek-bones and gave her the sexiest look I have ever seen. I wonder what it would be like to slip my cock between those heavenly lips. It took everything I had to look her straight in the eye and smile. My heart was beating like a rabbit and by now I was hard as a rock. "Well, my work is done here," she started, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" There are moments in life that you re-live over and over wishing you could have said or done something different. This was one of them and my brain was stupid enough to say, "Extra towels." She smiled at me and said, "I'll see what I can do." With that moment completely botched, she began to pack up and leave. With here cart packed the maid turned to close the door. She smiled across the room at me, nodded her head and was gone. I was hard as a rock and needed some relief. All this exposing myself had made me hornier then one could expect. I got up from the desk and walked over to the bed. I shrugged the robe off and threw it on the bed. Grabbing my cock I began to jerk myself off. I needed to cum badly and I needed to cum now. With my head back and my eyes closed dreaming of those huge tits I could feel myself building to good orgasm. I heard someone slip a key-card into the door. I opened my eyes and moved my head down to see the maid coming though the door with an arm full of towels. She stopped right in front of me and looked, wide-eyed, down at my engorged cock. "Your extra towels," she said holding out the towels. I let go of my cock and grabbed the towels with both hands. I did not know what to do. Standing there with an arm full of towels, stark naked with the largest, most painful erection. The maid did not look up but continued to stare. Slowly she knelt down in front of me and wrapped her hands around the shaft of my cock. I closed my eyes and felt her tongue lick the head of my cock. She continued licking ever so slowly and then began to pump with both hands. I was building to a good cum when she slowly slipped the head of my cock between her lips. I felt her lips around the head of my cock and then slowly swallow it all. Back up and down she went again and again. I wanted to see her suck my cock with those full lips. I looked down and noticed I was still holding the towels. "Fuck the towels," I thought and threw them on the bed. I turned back and was greeted with baby blue eyes looking up at me. Her lips were moving up and down the shaft pumping me. Her tongue licked the underside of my cock while she fucked me with those sexy lips. I leaned over, grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. The maid let go of my throbbing cock and put her arms up to accommodate me peeling her shirt off. Her tits were large and round with large nipples just begging to be sucked. She grabbed my cock and once again began pumping with two hands. "Cum on my tits. Cum all over my tits," she moaned. I could feel a powerful orgasm starting and just let it happen. I watched her pump my hard cock while I started to squirt my cum on first one tit then the next. The maid was staring at her handy-work with a big smile while her nipples were hard and sticking out with cum dripping from them. I was spent and wanted to return the favor. I helped my new sex goddess to her feet and laid her over the foot of the bed with her legs over the side. I started to unfasten her shorts and looked into her deep blue eyes. She was breathing heavy while her lips quivered. I knelt down and slipped her shorts off revealing white shear panties with a hint of hair just above her pussy. This was like a birthday present just ready to be opened but I wanted to savour the moment. Slowly I moved in and ever so slowly and delicately ran my tongue over her panty covered pussy. I could taste that sweet nectar that only a true goddess could offer. She pushed back with her pussy as I teased her slowly. Moaning and trashing her head from side to side, "Please,... please,... lick my pussy." With a quick motion I slipped her panties off and dove in with my tongue. She grabbed my head and pulled me into her pussy. I licked like it would be my last time. I found her clit and began the tongue bath. "Fuck... ohh... fuck... ahhh... I'm..." she moaned, "cum... mingggggg." She starting cumming while I kept on licking. She bucked a couple of times and had a hard time keeping my tongue on her clit. Her orgasm lasted a good minute before she settled down. She laid on the bed trying to catch her breath and I looked up from her pussy, across huge tits at a very satisfied smile. She raised her head and looked at me between her legs, "I want that huge cock of yours in my pussy." Who was I to argue. "First, let's get cleaned up. Good thing we have extra towels," She quipped. Today is going to be a good day. Extra Tra-sexual Experience E.T. Extra Tra-sexual Experience About the only way I can think of to begin this incredible story is to quote a famous saying, "We are not alone." For as far back as I can even remember I have always had an interest in the possibility of extra-terrestrial life. I've never been a supporter of the fact that being the human race are the sole inhabitants of this entire universe. I think that simply because we do not have hard facts to support a belief system, that for most of us, the possibility then simply doesn't exist. I remember one summer sleeping out under the stars in my parent's backyard. I often did this, and so became accustomed to occasionally seeing satellites streaking across the sky at night. Or in watching when I was lucky enough to be in the right place, the frequent meteor showers that would light up the night's darkness. On one particular evening then, I was gazing at all the thousands of stars that sat twinkling at me. I had seen one satellite slowly moving, and had watched it for quite a while until it finally disappeared from view. I began to watch what I also believed was another Satellite when suddenly the light, which had been moving, stopped. I blinked, thinking I'd lost it when it suddenly began moving again, but in an entirely different direction from the path in which it had been on. I watched it zigzag as well, and suddenly streak with such speed across the sky that it was obvious it couldn't have been a satellite, nor was it a shooting star as it once again stopped, and then slowly moved away until I could no longer see it. I sat thinking about this marvelous sight, wishing that someone had been there to witness it with me. But having had this experience simply confirmed for me even then that we could not possibly be alone. Several years later, I had gone on what I did at least once a year, and that was a camping trip for three to four days by myself. It was a chance to enjoy the out of doors, get up high into the mountains where I had an even better view of the stars, and enjoy some peaceful time to myself. As I said, I had been doing this for years, and in all that time had not run into anyone else camping in the area that I enjoyed going to. It was after all a very difficult place to reach even with a four-wheel drive vehicle, and then walking in nearly a mile and a half on foot after that. I had reached the hilltop meadow where I had always pitched my small two man tent, made myself cozy and laid out the meager supplies I had brought along to sustain me for my three day adventure, and made my way down to the naturally formed pool that awaited me. One of the main reasons I liked this particular spot, aside from the remoteness, was the availability of water so I didn't have to pack any more than a canteen full of it in with me. There was a small fresh pool that was only about three or four feet deep surrounded on all sides by immense boulders, which served to naturally heat the water during the day. I had already stripped off all my clothing, and gotten into the pond to lounge around and skinny-dip when I heard the sound of something moving around above me. Unfortunately the glare of the sun initially prevented me from seeing who or what it was. Blocking my eyes with my hand, I peered up towards the top of one outcrop of hanging boulders and saw the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life, sitting there watching me. "Hi," she said suddenly when she realized I had noticed her sitting there. "I didn't mean to seem like I was spying on you, I was just surprised to find anyone else here." Although I was nude, I remained in the water so that I didn't embarrass her or myself. "I'm surprised to see anyone else here too. I've been coming up here for years and you're the first person I have ever seen that's even known about this place." "It really is beautiful," she said. "Do you mind if I join you?" "Suit yourself." I stated. Wondering then if she had planned on swimming nude as I was, or if she'd worn something underneath. She quickly answered that question as she peeled off the tight tank top she'd been wearing, revealing her perfectly shaped full breasts. She quickly discarded her cut-off Levi's, panties, boots and socks. She stood there completely and totally naked, uncaring or so it seemed, that she was nude in front of a perfect stranger. This 'vision' then made her way down the face of the boulders, jumping in the last few remaining feet to land in the middle of the pool next to me. She didn't bother trying to cover her breasts from my gaze, though I tried with some difficulty not to look directly at her. We finally introduced ourselves more formally to one another, shaking hands. She introduced herself to me as Darla, told me that she was staying with her family about a mile or more on the other side of the hill from where I was camped. Darla went on to relate how she had discovered this particular place about two years ago, had kept the existence of it a secret even from her own family and friends. Ever since, she had come here by herself at least once or twice to do the same thing that she had obviously seen me doing, skinny-dipping and enjoying the peaceful serenity of this secret little paradise. As I've already mentioned, she was a strikingly beautiful woman, with long dark shoulder length hair, cobalt blue eyes that seemed to pierce your very soul when she looked at you, and lips that any man could find himself getting lost in. Along with all this of course was a body that would easily rival any found in some men's magazines, but it wasn't even this that gave her the sensuality that seemed to ooze from her, but the demeanor of her wit, personality and intelligence that was truly arousing. I told her that I was camped atop the small hill that was secreted inside a beautiful meadow only a short distance away. She asked if I'd mind taking her there to show it to her after we'd finished our swim, and I found myself ready to do whatever the hell she asked or told me to do for that matter. Normally I would have been irritated by the intrusion, by being forced to share this particular little place I had found with anyone. And not just because she was drop-dead gorgeous either, but again, it was because of the sound of her voice, the way she asked, how she asked that honestly struck me. I don't think any man alive could have told her "No" about anything she wanted from them, least of all me. As we floated, swam, and continued talking easily with one another, I had on several occasions taken the (hopefully) unnoticed view of that magnificent body of hers. Her dark areolas were rather large and covered a fairly good portion of her full rounded breasts. Her nipple's hard and extended from the cool water where incredibly erotic looking. And though I certainly didn't feel that she was aroused in any way by my presence, seeing her erect nipple's had had an effect on me that would soon make my own situation a bit discomforting if we were to try and leave this place anytime soon. I was able to concentrate on just how nice the day actually was, and how good it felt (even being nude in front of a woman, and she me) to be outside enjoying the sunshine. The 'urge' finally went away, as did my initial excitement, and I suggested that we go ahead and leave before it got too much later in the day, and especially long before she was missed by her own family. We soon climbed back up the rocks, but neither one of us dressed. We didn't even discuss it, it just seemed the most natural thing in the world to do. Walking naked together back to my secret little camp sight seemed like we'd been doing it together for years. Laughing, teasing one another, occasionally even holding hands as we slowly made our way back. Although I had brought along my small little tent in the event it rained, I had pretty much used it as a place to store my things in. I'd already laid out my groundcover and sleeping bag before leaving for the pond, and had already prepared the fire-pit with nice dry firewood for lighting later that evening. Darla placed the bundle of clothing she'd been carrying on one corner of my sleeping bag, sitting down next to it, crossing her legs 'Indian" fashion as she did. The small dark, neatly trimmed strip of her pubic hair pointed like an arrow towards her crotch where the 'slit' of her vagina slightly parted revealing more of her inner cunt lips than I had seen all day. Once again, forcing my eyes away from her was very difficult, but the added problem I had on an even more obvious basis began to rise once again. I had no choice but to quickly sit down across from her in a similar fashion, dropping my hands down into my lap to contain as well as hide my rapidly growing erection. "You know Brad, I've been coming up here for a couple of years now, and each time I've wondered what it would be like to make love with someone under the stars here." Darla looked at me and smiled. "Had she just offered what I thought she'd just offered me?" I wondered. The sun had slowly begun to settle by this time however, and before I could even begin to respond, she stood up suddenly announcing that she needed to head back. "I'll walk back with you," I offered. "Oh, no. That's not necessary really. And besides, I don't want anyone to know you're up here." Once again I briefly wondered if she had some other reason that I hadn't quite picked up on yet. "I really would like to come back tonight after everyone's gone to sleep. I'd love to see what the stars look like from here. Would it be ok with you if I snuck back later? You could leave the fire going, and then I know I'd be able to find you in the dark, I'm really pretty familiar with this area now so it really shouldn't be too difficult." "Sure, if you really want to," I stammered a little saying. "I'll make sure it's bright enough for you to see easily enough." Once again Darla flashed me a very sexy very provocative smile, leaned over and gave me a quick friendly kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you sometime after midnight then," she promised, and with that, turned and headed once again back down the deer-trail, still nude, carrying her clothes. I watched until she disappeared into edge of the tree line surrounding the meadow, wondering if in fact she really would return later on that night. As darkness began to descend, I began to think about how incredibly dark it soon would be. It was one of the primary reasons I came up this time of year, no moon at all. It made gazing at the Universe of stars all the more spectacular. I also thought about Darla trying to make it back to my camp, even with a fire burning, it would be very difficult to even see it through the thick forest of trees. I could have kicked myself for not at least offering, and demanding that I at least meet her half way and guide her in. The more I thought about it, the less likely I believed she'd actually come back during the night simply because of the near total blackness we'd both soon be experiencing. The wind soon picked up as well, and building the fire up any more would be a foolish and dangerous mistake. I quickly made a light dinner and settled down on top of my sleeping bag to stare at the stars. The hot day, the swim and the hiking had taken its toll on me, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. I began dreaming, and in my dream I saw Darla, or at least thought I saw her. One instant she was there, in the next, my first girlfriend, then my first lover, and a woman I had once known only through association, but never personally, though I would like to have gotten to know her. Strange...all these women in my dream, passing by... some I had met, some I had only fantasized about, but one by one they were all there, any that I had thought about even remotely sexually, they passed by me where I lay in the hundreds, each smiling, each looking at me walking on. I noticed too, some were naked, some partially dressed, others fully clothed yet provocatively dressed. But still the procession of women continued. And suddenly I saw Darla once again, the last one in the procession of women who had walked by me, looking down where I lay sleeping on my sleeping bag. Darla came over; lay down beside me, once again nude just as I had been...was again. And I don't remember her taking my shorts off, but she had. And now her hand was stroking me, not passionately, but softly and tenderly with a light feathering touch that was more intimately stimulating than passionately erotic. I awoke, the dream so real so vivid. Above me a million stars twinkled in the darkness. And I felt her hand on me; Darla was laying beside me stroking me just as I had imagined she'd been doing in my dream. "Darla?" I said, almost in a whisper. "Who else would I be?" She responded back, speaking just as softly as I had, as though talking any louder, that the entire world around us would have heard. The fire had already burned down to mere red-hot coals. It had to have been way past midnight already for the fire to burn down so quickly. "What time is it?" I asked. "Time to watch the sky," she responded. So we did. We lay, the cover of darkness nearly so complete that it was hard to make out the features of her face, only the barest of outline's even hinted that she was laying next to me, that and the continued soft stroking gentleness which continued as she caressed my hard stiff cock. I pointed out a slow moving light in the sky, watching the bright satellite as it traversed along its ordained path across the heavens. Darla pointed upwards halfway up from the horizon. "That's my star," she indicated pointing off towards some miniscule pinprick of light. I had heard of people who for a nominal fee, had submitted to have a star named after them, and then have it plotted on a star map for referencing and location of it later. It had been something in fact I had considered doing, no matter how many people there were, there were far too many stars to ever worry about running out of them. Twice Darla tried to make it out for me, and finally we counted out a semi diagonal path down from the Milky Way where I finally located the precise star she had meant for me to see. It was faint, dim against the brightness of the surrounding closer stars, but I could see it twinkling faintly. "Boy, they certainly could have given you a brighter or closer star than that one!" I stated. Darla laughed, rolled over on top of me then and kissed me fully on the lips. Her nakedness was soft, yet fiery as I felt her flesh against mine. It was warm, comforting as well as exciting against the mildly cooler air of the evening. Our tongues danced, explored and wandered around inside one another's mouths. Our lips pressed, bit, suckled upon the others, tenderly at first, then with ever increasing desire and passion, the kisses became more forceful, more urgent. And once again, images of women I had once known. We broke apart her hand finally having left off playing with me and touching me so intimately. "Brad? What would you say the perfect woman would be? What would she look like for you? How would she behave, or act around you?" "Why all the questions?" I asked her. It seemed like a strange thing for her to be wondering about after we'd just been passionately rolling around on the sleeping bag together. "Just curious I guess. But seriously interested too. I know you have known or been with a number of women throughout your life. Why are some more appealing to you than others? What about them makes them different or more attractive to you?" Again the questions, but I began to answer her as best as I could. Darla asked me what type of breast I admired or enjoyed looking at the most. The shape of a woman's ass and legs, even the size or nape of a neck. Darla continued talking, asking me these things, and I had the same impression of seeing the face's or the bodies of the women in my weird little dream as I continued describing them to her, describing women I had known or even fantasized about. Darla listened as long as I described these things without ever interrupting. Only when I paused or ran out of anything to say, did she speak once again, prompting me, digging and coaxing me to tell her more. We lay there like this for a good hour if not longer. Eventually I had told her everything, every little nuance about what I liked or didn't like, every little curve, every little sensation I had ever enjoyed or appreciated in a woman. Once again her hand sought me out. Aroused from our intimate little discussion, I figured that all was fair in love and play, I reached for her, cupping her breast, fingering her nipple. It felt different somehow in the darkness than I'd remembered seeing it. Her breast seemed fuller than I remembered it, and not quite as 'perkily' uplifted off her chest as I had remembered seeing it. Her nipples too were larger perhaps, but as I twirled them between my index finger and thumb, I forgot all about everything else, they were perfect as they were. Hard nubbed, erect, and oh so wonderfully thick, I continued playing with them and enjoying the sensation of them in my hands as they rolled between my fingers. "Do you like the way they feel?" she asked softly. "Oh my god yes!" I hissed. Her flesh was so alive, so warm, and yet so hot too. I felt shivers running up and down my spine as I cupped them; squeezing them gently kneading her velvety feeling twin rounded mounds of pure delight. "Kiss them, suck on them, and tell me what it is about them that pleases you the most." Once again it was as though I were reliving a dream. Nearly hypnotic were her words to me, compelling, seeking, and searching me out in ways I couldn't begin to even comprehend. I kissed each erect fat aroused nipple. I took each on in turn between my lips, sucked it, licked it and twirled it around in my mouth with my tongue, savoring the texture and flavor. I bit them, chewed on them, nipped at them and pulled on them so that they stretched away from her breasts. Darla moaned...delightfully so, and I continued, repeating the process over and over and over. She moved once again on top of me. Only her silhouette could be easily seen in the close darkness, highlighted only by the thin vaporous, nearly translucent light of the shimmering stars above her. She still seemed different to me somehow, though I could not put my finger on it, nor explain it to myself in anyway. The way she felt seemed different, though I had only felt her earlier with my mind. Now...laying here touching her for real in the soothing blanket of darkness, I imagined that what I sensed, felt about her was what was real, not what I imagined of her earlier. "My ass," she breathed. "Feel my ass. Tell me what you like about it, how it feels to you. Tell me what thoughts, what desires it produces for you in your mind while you touch it." I told her then how I could almost see myself, hands clasping and clenching her ass cheeks. I could see me, behind her, fucking into her, impaled in the depths of her from behind as I slapped into her this way, my balls slapping her ass with each piston like stroke of my cock inside her. I realized what I was saying, how I was saying it. Surprised that I had gotten so vulgar in my descriptions to her, but as my arousal grew, so did my passion and my lusty desire to express myself, my ever growing need for her chasing away any inhibitions I may have had. Darla somehow knew this, was drawing it out of me with every question, with every prompting searching question. She provoked within me the images that I had grown up with, women I had seen in men's magazines, X-rated films, women I had merely worked with, though had spent more than a brief few moments thinking about in sexual ways though I had never once acted on them or ever made them aware of the fact that I had. Each time I envisioned a supple well rounded breast, or a nicely pear-shaped tit, or a certain curvature of a woman's ass, or the sensual, sexy tummy of a woman who was imperfect...even this aroused me and excited me far more than a woman who's stomach was tighter and firmer than mine ever had been, or would ever hope to be again. These are the thoughts that flew through my mind, and these are the images I shared with Darla as on and on we went in our discussion and in our continued caresses and lingering touches over one another's bodies, minds, and souls. Extra Tra-sexual Experience As time passed, so did the intensity with which we touched, or how we touched one another. She asked me specifics on what strokes I liked best, how I felt when I pleasured myself, what was it that I did, and how I did it. As dark as it was, she asked me to show her. I began playing with myself for her, pleasing myself as I so often did whenever I was alone, her hand still resting atop mine, so lightly that I didn't even know for sure if it was still there. Darla followed me with her own hand, felt me, as I touched myself, the way I caressed and played with my balls, palmed my shaft, or finger cupped the knob of my cock to squeeze and pleasure it, producing lubrications with which I could continue my pleasuring. Darla took over at some point. I felt her hand begin to seriously explore me. Eerily, it was as though I were doing it myself. Her touch was near perfect as to what I did, or had ever done. She perfected the sensations, teased me and aroused me to a point where I had to do something or I would all too soon climax. Once again I rolled her beneath me. I re-explored her breasts, that lingering thought of how differently they seemed to feel to me in my hands and lips as to what I had seen earlier in the day. But I kissed and suckled them again with renewed vigor and lustful desire for them, enjoying each one, paying tribute with equal kisses and tastings of her sweet delicious nipple flesh. I slowly moved down her body, trailing kisses and flicks of my tongue against her exposed bare skin as I moved downwards towards my ultimate goal. I paused at her naval, tongue-fucking it, licking it and kissing it as well. I moved lower still...pausing. The differences about her still there, subtle but enough to give me pause. There was now a slight almost insignificant 'paunch' to her that I had not noticed before, or had I? It mattered not...I was too aroused to wonder much more or care now. I could smell her heated aroma, the sweet musky smell of her pussy, the perfumed liquid that I already knew I would find waiting for me between her legs. And I arrived between them shortly thereafter. Darla spread her legs, bent at the knee; she somehow knew I loved this particular position. Loved a woman who was comfortable enough with her self to open herself in a widely displayed pose such as this. I wished only then that it were noon once again so that I could more clearly see the exquisite detail of the folds of her pussy lips. But I felt them with my tongue; saw them in my mind at least as I licked up and down her wet deliciously tasting slit. I felt her clitoris, exposed it with my fingers and felt the smooth tiny tip of it with both finger as well as tongue. I flicked at it, my tongue darting out in short rapid thrusts that just barely touched her, then I attacked it fully, hard pressed tongue thrusts, flicking at it fiercely and with as much pressure as I could bare upon it. I backed off, repeating the slow build up, the softer, lighter, almost feathery touches of my tongue upon her small female penis once again. "You are enjoying my pussy, as I am enjoying what you are doing to it. You like how my pussy is, how it feels, smells and tastes. I can tell by the way you kiss and lick me that it pleases you and arouses you." "Oh yes Darla. You have the most beautiful cunt I have ever tasted or kissed before. I just wish I could see it better, see you better," I said. She was silent for a moment saying nothing. "Make love to me now," she simply, abruptly. "I need to feel you inside me. I want to share myself with you." I slowly moved back up towards her. I could not pass her breasts by without kissing and sucking each one of them again, and did so. Only then did I find my cock resting at the opening of her femininity, I kissed her once again. Our tongues teased and played with one another, fencing, parrying in an erotic match of thrusts and lunges, each one emulating the sensations that soon my cock and her pussy would be experiencing on a far grander scale. As though of it's own accord, my cock slipped into her as easily as though it had known before hand where it needed to be, where it had to be. I felt the hot wetness of her pussy engulf me, surrounding my thick meaty shaft in a bath of pure pearly feeling lubrication that sucked and caressed me in such splendor that I fought desperately to maintain my composure, but more importantly, my control. I have fucked; have 'dicked' many women in my lifetime. It is not a boast, neither is it meant to measure my prowess, or stroke my ego. For I have been lucky, simply because I have been fortunate enough, caring enough, and patient enough to wait. But in all this time, I have never felt, never before experienced the pure sensual pleasure that I was enjoying with Darla. Her pussy was beyond words, beyond my ability to fully comprehend. She sucked my cock as I slid into her, grasped it as I tried to withdraw, milking it with the muscles of her cunt as I stroked in and out as slowly as it was physically possible for me to do. Darla also clenched my ass, sometimes holding my head or my neck. She bit me, scratched me, and pushed me into her, sometimes forcing me to hold myself still when fully penetrated. We would lay there unmoving, my cock twitching and throbbing deep inside her. She could feel me doing this, as I could feel her cunt surrounding me, sucking at me in the mysteriously wonderful way that she did. She soon rolled me over however, now she was once again sitting astride me. We had not disengaged at all as we'd managed this maneuver either. My cock was still nicely nestled deep within the silky soft confines of her pleasure center. I reached up, her dangling breasts above me, finding easily her erect hardened nipples. As I tapped them with my fingers, as I rolled them with my thumbs, using the lubrications that I stole from between us, from her pussy as it leaked its juices down my shaft, I took her essence, applying it to her breasts. I took more of her, applied it to her clitoris as well, exposing it with my hand as she continued to move against me, side to side, up and down, rotating her pelvis, grinding against me. Continuously she changed the stroke, the depth of my penetration. Darla held just the tip, the very tip of my cock inside her, and her pussy lips kissed it, sucked it in that way. I had never before experienced this, never knew a woman with as much control to be able to do this to begin with. Darla mouthed me...her cunt mouthed me and sucked, literally tightened around my prick and refused to release me or allow me to penetrate her beyond what she allowed me to experience. And I loved it, loved how she fucked me, how she made love to me, with me. And I with her. Making love with Darla was like having an out of body experience. I don't know how long we moved against one another, for me, time stood still. I could see us, the imagery in my mind as though standing off to one side, looking down. The way she moved above me, the way I moved beneath her. I could see it as though I was standing off to one side looking down at the two of us as we meshed together in the orgasmic dance of lust and pleasure. Usually, my orgasm as I neared it, gave wonderful little signs of the build up and anticipated expected release. That didn't happen. One moment I was simply enjoying the wonderful sensations that my cock was experiencing inside Darla's pussy. In the next, I felt an explosion of such incredible magnitude and duration that I was not only caught unaware, unprepared for it, but I was likewise unable to comprehend how or when it had even begun. I was simply washed away in a pure full-bodied climax that shook me from head to toe, suddenly, intensely without warning. I felt torrents of my juice pummeling the inside of Darla's cunt, felt the head of my penis expanding and contracting in waves of pure unadulterated pleasure which to me was simply incomprehensible. I had known orgasms, good ones, hard ones, near relaxing soft ones of simple stress relieving pleasure. But I had never before experienced any the way I was feeling this one to be now. Somewhere in the night I heard someone screaming. The voice seemingly a great distance away, almost to the point of distraction as I bathed the ecstasy of this moment. I listened realizing only then that it was me, I was screaming in a deep guttural wail of such pleasure that it shocked me, surprised me, and in a weird way even frightened me a little. But I was so overwhelmed by it, by the intensity of the experience that I felt paralyzed in a way, and in a way I was. As all the pieces and parts of my body reconnected to one another, I gradually made my way back mentally and emotionally to the sleeping bag where I now lay alone. Darla was curled up on her side against me, comforting me, soothing me. If she had cum, I didn't know it. I certainly couldn't remember her doing so, but then again, it was as if she wasn't even there in a way. I briefly remembered the vast images of so many women at the apex of my climax. All with whom I had been with, all the women I had ever known intimately. I had fucked each one of them simultaneously in my mind; I had spread my orgasm amongst them, but not in such a way as to diminish it, but to compound it in an infinite variety of ways that encompassed me, surrounded me, and absorbed my entire being. Only when I once again began to feel somewhat human, I reached out towards her, wanting to touch her to assure myself in someway that she as real, that she was still there laying beside me and not simply some figment of my imagination. She stirred slightly at my touch, rising up so that once again the dark silhouette of her form, her shape presented itself to me. "Are you ok?" She inquired honestly concerned. The tone of her voice curious and questioning. "Oh my god!" Was how I first answered. "I have never before in my entire life..." She placed the tip of her finger against my lips to quiet me. My breathing still harsh and raspy as though I had been running as hard as I could for hours on end. Faint streaks of new light barely touched the horizon, hours had passed, incredibly so. And once again I was amazed at my own stamina, at my ability to ride the crest of climax for so long without succumbing to it, but I knew I had not been in control of it anyway. At some point, I had passed this control, this involuntary ability of my body on to Darla. She had drawn it out over such a long period of time; she had been the one to manipulate the sensations, the feelings, and finally the orgasm I had been so totally overpowered by. "Will you do something for me without question?" She asked me after I had finally calmed sufficiently down to understand her and comprehend more clearly my surroundings and what had just taken place. I would have promised her anything she asked at that point and she knew it. "Yes," My simple one worded response was about all I could manage, and was all she needed to hear. Taking my hand, she motioned to me in that simple gesture to come to her. As she once again lay on her back, and as I moved back up to lie atop her, I saw her a bit more distinctly as the sun finally began to rise behind us. Though she was Darla, in subtle ways there were differences about her. She seemed older in some respects, younger even in others. I was filled with a little awe, a measure of trepidation and confusion. Darla must have sensed my emotional concerns, my growing fears and inability to comprehend or understand what it was that I was suddenly faced with. "Trust me. Come to me and I will show you." Once again I was inside her, fully erect, surprisingly so as I had not felt the arousal begin, had not been aware of the change from my moments ago flaccid state to the one in which I knew myself to be as rock hard erect as I had ever been. I felt her arms surrounding me, her legs criss-crossing about my back. I felt the natural pressure of her breasts against me as well, but her entire body seemed to somehow meld with mine as inch by inch we came together joining in places that seemed to surrealistic to put words or definition to. Once again images came to me, flooding my mind and soul. But they were faceless without meaning and seemed more like manifestations of lights and colors, sensations and indescribable feelings of pleasure and joy...and heightened sensitivity. Only now, long afterwards can I even begin to explain what it was or even who it was that I had become. My entire body became my cock. Darla was a vessel of pleasure that transcended everything I had ever experienced. Her entire being, her body against mine, absorbed me, drew me into her. I the cock, plunging deep within her depths. She, the pussy, caressing me, clasping me to her, holding me there. We...joined, becoming one another, were one another in a different time and place. The word orgasm paled in comparison to the reality of what she shared with me, allowed me to discover with her. The raw awesome power was encompassing, with words failing utterly to even begin to describe it. What I experienced with her was more like a cosmic eruption. I was for the briefest of moments, apart of the universe. I was my very own star; my own brilliant burst of energy and matter, a thousand fragmented pieces of energy, each one a pleasure center of such unbelievable magnitude, that Darla could only allow me the briefest of moments to share it with her. Any more than that, and my heart would have stopped functioning, my nerve endings would have burned themselves out, every electrical pulsating neutron in my system would have collapsed like a dark star, a black hole imploding within itself. Darla had shared with me, had given to me the knowledge of what was for her, her orgasm, her pleasure. I had, as was the only way that I could, climaxed in a flood of juices inside her. But I remembered not that sensation, for it was lost in the overall rapture of what had occurred. My cream oozed in liquefied frothy pools of my spending inside her, that portion of her which was or had been her pussy. But none of this mattered even, it was nothing more than the natural residue, the indication of the bodies natural function to release and expel the pleasure through the one and only means of any outlet that it had to do so. It was early morning now. And Darla was Darla. At least she was as I remembered seeing her the previous day. I thought then as I looked over at her sleeping, that my mind had no doubt played tricks on me. Her breasts though full and wonderfully beautiful did not have the same shape or contour that I remembered stroking, kissing and touching the night before. Her tummy, Rock hard solid, muscles clearly defined, honed to perfection as though she'd been working out or weight-lifting all of her life, did not have the subtle paunch that I'd have sworn I had felt and kissed last night either. And there were other things I remembered, but none of which could be easily explained away in the darkness, nor grasped now in the sunlight of the new day. Darla woke then, looking up at me. "You do understand now?" She questioned. Though I was no longer afraid, I was awestruck, and could only shake my head yes as I answered her. Words coming to me very slowly as comprehension finally sank in, a thousand questions now filling my mind with the urgency to derive and have answers to. "The star you pointed out to me last night. It's where you really come from, where you live!" I stated with the barest grasp of understanding. "Not quite. It is where my family live yes, or 'my kind' as you call them." Darla explained to me then the concept of 'family' how it differed from my own rationalization. When she referred to family, she spoke in the concept of everyone of her kind being a gigantic family of sorts, with millions of brothers and sisters all uniquely connected together. She also told me how that she was amongst the first of her kind to have actually been borne and raised here on earth. She worked, played, learned and grew as any normal human child might have done. She did travel yes, as part of her learning and training throughout the universe, having gone home to visit her 'family' from time to time. But even this I had trouble grasping. So Darla began to explain it to me from the beginning and all over again. She told me how she had been borne of normal earthly human parents. Implanted within the womb with the realization of who and what she was. She grew with this awareness; knowing exactly how to react, how to behave, and how to develop both physically as well as mentally as any normal human child would grow up. But all the while, knowing that hers was a mission to intermingle, and slowly inbreed the natural order of the universe into the human species. She was one amongst thousands now who were part human, part alien, all of which who had grown, or were growing, working within the framework of earth's society in every conceivable way possible. She also told me of time travel, how she could leave this world, traveling to others, and other cultures places within the Universe to complete her own studies, her own requirements to learn and develop within the Alien side of her genetic makeup. How she could travel back in time to nearly the same instant in which she'd left so that to all of those around her, her earthen family, she had of course never left at all. Darla went on to explain, that she could if it was necessary for her to do so, come back at the point where she had seen me in the pond, and leave, thus all memory of our being together erased as though it had never actually happened. And that in some instances, this had in fact occurred when situations demanded or required it. But this too had its limitations. Sometimes the travel within and around time was even too complicated to attempt unless it could be done so safely and without restructuring of all that was past, or had been done in the past. Sometimes changing one simple little thing could unravel all that she and her kind had already accomplished, so the risk in these instances was too great to try and tamper with very often. Roswell could have been covered up entirely. But the initial contact, and benefits which had secretly come about because of it had been advantageous to her 'family' to her race as well. So there was much that stayed just as it occurred, for whatever reasons. "So are you a woman then?" I wondered. "Are there sexes of difference in your species like we have in ours?" "I am neither, and both. We can be, or take any shape we need to in order to exist and survive. I grew up as a woman simply because my earthly mother and father wanted a daughter. But I can come and go as either a man or a woman, or a compilation of many." I understood then the images, which I had seen in my mind. Darla had touched the recesses of my most intimate thoughts, had drawn from them the sights, sounds, mental images and emotions, and had thus created for me a myriad of those women, incorporating them all into herself. So I had not only made love to and with Darla, but to every woman I had ever known or met as well. "I must be going now," she announced suddenly. "I have already stayed longer that I should have. I will have to tamper with time a little as it is so as not to disrupt where it is that I should be." "Then I will not remember you," I stated worriedly. "No...you will remember. But it will seem as though in another time from now, but not today no." Even this I could not follow clearly. "Will I ever see you again?" "Not as Darla. I cannot do that. But I will come; I will see you again. Perhaps as another with whom you once knew, perhaps as someone else who you will one day meet. So I will come, I will see you again someday. But I cannot promise you that you will ever know that I did." Extra Tra-sexual Experience She kissed me then. And even her kiss opened the heavens for me briefly. She walked a short distance away, her image, her form shimmering in the early morning sunlight. The pink coloration of her flesh slowly changing as did her overall form. She stood a short distance away, skin, now grayish in color, her eyes, extremely large, dark coal black, looking a little remorseful, a little sad as she turned. Her mouth, as small as it was, seemed to pucker in a kiss of farewell, She turned, shimmering once again until sparkles of light and effervescence claimed her and dissolved her almost magically. The small glowing ball of bright white near blinding light rose up into the heavens and sped away, carrying with it the woman, the person, the being that I had so wonderfully and so erotically encountered that past night. I often lay awake now at night, staring at the stars in the sky. In particular one very special, one very distant star. And I am requesting it to be named Darla. And hoping that someone doesn't already have it named after them. In the meantime, I watch and I wait for Darla to find me again. And I smile knowing now, We have never really been alone. Certainly not in the way we've thought it anyway. And there are now thousands of Darla's amongst us, waiting to share with all of us the pure joy and perfection that comes from peaceful cohabitation and understanding. And not to mention mind-blowing orgasms.