1 comments/ 42984 views/ 3 favorites The New Apartment Ch. 01 By: nisaea Important Message: this is a slow story. If you're looking for a quick cum, forget about it. In fact, nobody cums in this first part. Still, it's definitely an erotic story: it only has a different feel to it. I tried to make the main character more "real" than most "guys you find in an erotic story". He's neither an angel or a lecherous bastard but rather something in between. ...and he sometimes has a peculiar sense of humor... Enjoy! Part One Waiting at the right light, two blocks away from Maeve's apartment, I still couldn't manage to cheer up: my second year at College was going to be completely screwed. For some reason I can't even remember, I decided to move after my first year in Montreal; in the middle of a housing crisis. (Yes, I know. No witty comments please...) My old apartment hadn't been so bad: small but ok with decent neighbors and good heating during winter. Letting my head drop on the steering wheel, I tried my best to forget about it and think on the coming year with a positive attitude. It was hard. I had managed to find a good place four months ago, only to learn a few weeks later that they were selling the place to build a parking lot. How nice! How decent! So I had one month to find myself a new place to live, months after the February frenzy. When you have a housing crisis on your hands, you don't have the leisure of shopping around: as soon as you find something good you put your name on a contract. That's what I did; that's what everybody did too. As hard as I tried to find a new apartment during the month of June, I visited nothing more than five rat holes. In two of them, the expression had to be taken literally. I was now trying to find Maeve's place... That's it: 358. At least the place looked decent. She lives in a large 5 1/2, a half-basement fifteen minutes away from College. And she invited to stay with her for as long as I needed to. Since she's a good friend of mine, as single as I am and as gorgeous as I could wish for, it didn't sound so bad. But (there's always a catch, isn't it?) in this apartment also lived her roommate and her boyfriend. I didn't knew them and prayed to Gods that they would turn out to be nice people. But even if they did, we'd still be four people in a half-basement. And I would have to live in the living room: Maeve was a good friend, but not that good. That was a sad truth I'd have to learn to live with through the years... Most of my stuff had been left at my parent's place as I would not have had any place to put them here. I had clothing, books and my trusty iBook on which I'm writing this journal. And some cash for a first grocery: I wanted to make a big dinner for all of them tonight. I hope they enjoy good food! It could help sweeten my short-noticed arrival. I think that this was part of the problem: I didn't knew Julia or her boyfriend and I didn't know how they had reacted to Maeve's proposal. All I knew is that they had accepted. Now would they see me as a guest or a nuisance? I knew that I was about to find out when the door to the apartment opened and a guy walked out. I guessed that he was Julia's boyfriend and I was glad to see that he wanted to help me unpack. I was right on the former but dead wrong on the latter: he was clearly angry and didn't even look at me. In fact, I realized that he had never seen me and so wouldn't have come to help me out like this. Looking for good omens as I was, this incident didn't help at all... He had left the door opened and as I was carrying a heavy box of books, I didn't stop to knock and walked down into the apartment. As soon as I did, a girl came out of her room, half running towards me: this had to be Julia. (I'm warning you right now: I'm a genius when it comes to deductions...) Eyes red, cheeks wet and clutching an old teddy bear against her chest; it was clear that she had thought I was her boyfriend coming back. When she saw me she froze for a second or two. Then, instead or running back to her room, she tried to put a brave face on it. "You must be Loa, Maeve's friend." Her voice was shaking. Badly. "Yes..." "Let me give you a tour of the place." But she wasn't moving. Looking down at the floor, she just stood there, petrified. I lowered the box I was still holding and walked to her slowly. Looking up, she whispered: "I'm sorry...". And I think she really meant it: strong girl. As soon as I opened my arms even a little bit, she dropped her teddy bear and melted against me and cried. And cried. Here we were, two complete strangers holding each other in a strange hallway, in an apartment I didn't knew. But I was going to be living here for the next few weeks. I've seen first meetings that were less strange, granted. But I've also known worst ones. Who knew how this was going to turn out? A few minutes later I guided her back to her room and sat her down on her bed. "I've no idea what happened between the two of you: Maeve's not the type of person that likes to gossip about other people's lives. Still, I have an advice I can offer: how about a nice long bath?" She smiled at me then, paused for a second and nodded. I told her that we would have ample opportunity to talk later and that I would be cooking dinner for tonight. When she tried to say that I didn't have to do this, I placed my finger on her lips and stopped her. "Go and get into that bath..." I left her room then and went back to my car to get the five remaining boxes. By the time I was done, the water had stopped running and the place was quiet again. The hallway smelled of wild berries: probably her bubble bath. In the living room I spotted the sound system and found a big stack of Celtic music: Dervish, Lunasa, Solas, The Chieftains... Some of my favorite bands. Walking up to the bathroom door I knocked and asked: "How about Lunasa's latest album to help you relax?" "Hmmm. Perfect. Thanks Loa." "No problem. I'll try to be as quiet as I can." Two minutes into the first set of tunes, halfway through the first page of the novel I had just bought, I heard Julia call me: "Actually Loa, could you come here?" "I'm here. What can I do?" "No, I mean in here. Would you mind? I'm decently covered..." I hear her smiling through that last comment: strange mood swings can happen in moments like this. "You sure?" "Yes. Come." When I opened the door, wild berries assaulted me: I had been right about that bubble bath. But I realized that this particular bubble bath had been a favorite of an old girlfriend of mine... Damn. I had wanted a low-key arrival: now I was sitting on the bathroom floor beside Julia, naked underneath her decency bubbles, all the while she still had red eyes and I was fighting to stop the flow of memories of that old girlfriend. How perfect. Nevertheless the discussion was pleasant enough. She began by telling me most of her troubles with her boyfriend. Or was it now her ex-boyfriend? She said that it was over, but I knew that things like that could get messy. So I just sat there and listened to her as she was getting it out of her system. Quite sad actually: the guy was a dork and I was wondering why she had stayed with him for two years. Then again, I was getting her side of the story and things were very bad at the moment. At one point she pulled her arm out of the water to take my hand: she was telling me how he had nearly hit her this morning. At the same time though, her left breast nearly pushed out of the decency bubbles. Just a thinning of the bubbles but enough to teach me one truth: Julia had wonderful breasts. Probably somewhere between a large B and a C cup, still young and pert. I closed my eyes momentarily and focused on her story. Luckily she didn't see me looking. But the lone breast had apparently locked itself in my mind and I couldn't keep it out. Then the CD ran out and I asked her if she wanted me to put something else on: this was my chance to forget about her breast. Before coming back I went to the kitchen and filled two glasses with water. Which I nearly spilled when I walked back in: Julia was sitting up in the bath, holding the hot water knob. She had not heard me coming back and this time both her breasts were gloriously bared. I stopped in the doorsill and couldn't help gawking. Her left arm moved up to cover them and a second later she had stopped the water and was covered once again in bubbles. "Sorry..." She said again with that hint of a smile in her voice. This was not going well. I had just seen the two remarkably lovely breasts (definitely C cup) of a 22 year old girl: perky, joyous, fresh, proud, lively, young... I just couldn't find enough words to describe them. Pert. I had forgotten about that one: I don't think anyone could have taken a fine-art photograph of those breasts... No, they were unquestionably too... naughty. Yes, "naughty" is the right word I think. Imagine a high-school cheerleader teasing a gym teacher after practice, in the locker room. That look in her eyes: that's how those breasts felt. Just by looking at them. Taking a deep breath I— but that was a mistake since the wild berries brought back memories of another noteworthy duo of breasts. Maybe they had not been such wonders, but I had done a lot more than look at them. The feeling of a nipple between my lips, my teeth... Hmmm no! I had to stop that or else I'd go crazy: nine months without a girlfriend is hard enough as it is... Trying my best to forget the fiery memories, as well as those very real breasts so close to me, I sat back down beside the bath. After thanking me for the glass of water, she said: "So what about you Loa? I think I've told you half of my entire life this last hour or so... Tell me about yourself now." And so I did. Her first part of the discussion had put me quite at ease and I talked more freely with her than with some of my friends. Perhaps the breasts had done that... Perhaps I should ask some psychologist or something. Then again, perhaps not. Half an hour later she stopped me, saying that she'd turn into a dried up prune if she didn't get out of the tub. This time she left me ample time to get out before getting out of the tub. I went to the living room and waited for her to come back. She did. Wearing nothing but a tee-shirt. A tee-shirt that came down mid-thighs if she was really careful about if. I wasn't sure if she had panties underneath it but it was obvious that she wasn't wearing any bra. Obvious... Delicious... Whatever. She came and sat next to me on the couch, folding her legs sideways beneath herself. "I hope you don't mind the tee-shirt: neither Maeve nor I are particularly reserved when Jack isn't here..." Then she stopped herself. Reaching for her, I placed my hand on a shoulder: "Shhhh..." After a short silence, she leaned against me and wrapped her arms around me. I was feeling bad for her but I couldn't stop being aware of her body against mine. The smell of her hair, her long brown hair with hints of red, the warmth of her skin, the softness of her face against my neck, the wonder of her breasts against my side... And now her legs, displayed in their full-length glory. The lean and slender legs of a 22 year old girl who visibly kept herself in great shape. And I also learned that she had put on panties: the raised tee-shirt revealed as much. Soft, pure white panties that hugged her pussy as if they had been made for her. Closing my eyes I tried to forget about what I was allowed to see. Sadly, my nose in her hair and her breasts against my side couldn't be muted out. When she moved to find a more comfortable position, she ended up with her breasts even more distinctly cuddled against me and with one of her stripped thighs resting on one of mine. As I was wearing shorts, our skins met. She was warm in my arms and she smelled good. To my great embarrassment, I felt some of my blood draining away from my brain. As a direct effect, a growing erection was replacing my up-to-then harmless penis. Looking down quickly I saw that my shorts would be able to deal with it without having to call Julia's leg for help. Close call. As I let out a silent, thankful sigh, I heard Julia sighing too: she was falling asleep. Finding a more comfortable (and less hazardous) position, I pushed her head back on my shoulder when she started. A few minutes later she was fast asleep. Reaching for the sound system carefully, I lowered the volume and pushed the "repeat" button. Leaning against her head, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep too. I hadn't felt this good in a long time. Even though I wanted to enjoy it as much as I could, I knew that if I did my shorts would get pretty angry with me... So I pushed down those feelings, or pulled the blood back up (whatever you prefer), and joined her in the peacefulness she had found. As weird as it had been, the first contact with Julia turned out to be quite good after all! The New Apartment Ch. 02 Important note: this second part is also quite soft, so if you're looking for a quick cum, move on to another story! After what seemed like an hour or so of drowsing against her body, I woke up completely. The Dervish album I had put on earlier was still playing and I must've been awakened by a stronger moment. While we slept, we had shifted into more comfortable positions again: I was turned sideways on the couch, leaning against the back as well as the armrest. Julia was sprawled all over me, her back against my chest. Through all the movements, we had managed to keep our heads together. How interesting. Another quite interesting fact that came to my attention was, again, Julia's breasts. I'm not usually such a breast-man: I'd take a nice pair of legs and ass anytime. But with such phenomenal breasts I could help myself. Her heavy breathing told me that she was deeply sleeping right now: my guess is that she and her boyfriend had had a very long night. Two of the most magnificent breasts I had ever had the pleasure of meeting were waiting, right there under my nose. Both my hands were also waiting. Sleeping / waiting / waiting: what else could I do? I had no idea if Julia was a deep sleeper or not, but if she had managed to fall asleep against me I could guess that she was. Unable to resist I raised both my hands: one of them had been sleeping on the couch with us and the other had lazily been dozing on her belly. This last one reached Julia's breasts first, as it had probably been dreaming about it anyway. But the other one, jealous, took a bigger risk and came up fast. Fortunately for me, it slowed down just before touchdown. Still half asleep (in fact it was going to be my excuse if ever she woke up. Yes, I know it's pretty weak. Lame in fact. But I -was- indeed asleep and I only had a precious few seconds to find something. Some things can't be kept waiting: sorry!), still half-asleep then, I felt both my hands closing on those pearls of pleasure and ecstasy (Yeah, that sounds sleazy and adolescent, I know. But I don't want to hear a word about it: none of you have seen or touched Julia's breasts! ...And by the way, that's how you fill an entire paragraph with parenthesis...) Anyway as I was saying, every nerve endings from my palm to my fingertips were straining against my skin to reach through the fabric of her tee-shirt. The simple fact is that my fingers corroborated (confirmed, supported, backed-up... whichever you prefer) what my eyes had lead me to conclude: perky, joyous, fresh... you know the list. (So what, didn't you protest that my "pearls of pleasure and ecstasy" sounded too adolescent? What do you think about my "corroboration" then? Is that mature enough for you?...And by the way that's how you fill two paragraphs about touching breasts without saying anything about them...) I was finally getting awake (clear-headed enough to stop making weird paragraphs and start this second part!) and the feelings of her breasts were flowing up my arms. As perky and fresh as they were, these were not barely developed breasts: they were heavy, matured breasts, womanhood through and through. The tee-shirt, which I discovered was quite thin, didn't really bother me. Sure I would have liked to feel them skin on skin. Then again, you enjoy what you can have and try to forget about the rest... So I did. When I heard the door open, I was still fondling her breasts shamelessly. I don't know how long I've had the pleasure of doing it: it will forever remain a mystery. (But what I know for sure is that it was really shamelessly. I know: she was out of it and in a bad situation... What can I say?) It ended precipitously though: what if this was her boyfriend returning? All "sorry" and "I'll change..."? What if? Well then, the price of those sinful yet marvelous caresses would be a thorough beating-up. As you're all beginning to know me, you can probably guess that I was perfectly calm in face of such a contingency. What you may not know is that I ardently wished that my perfectly calm shaking wouldn't throw Julia down on the floor. Calm. Came the familiar voice from the hallway. "Julia?" It was Maeve. Which I had known all along. So I just had to keep feeling perfectly calm and everything would be alright. When she poked her head in the living room, a lot of emotions flashed across her face: surprise, wonder, incomprehension, puzzlement again and a last bit of anger. "What is my roommate doing in the arms of my friend?" Was probably the number one question in her mind right now. Then, a few seconds later, understanding dawned on that beautiful face of hers. She mouthed "Jack" to me and I nodded gently. She then walked in and kneeled down beside us. Slowly she woke up Julia and took her to her room. When she returned, she said she was sorry about all this. I told her that it was ok, but didn't tell her exactly why: some things are best kept secret. She showed me the closet that would be mine for as long as I stayed and helped me unpack my things. The couch where Julia and I had been sleeping was a futon and it would easily turn into my bed for the next few weeks. Another Dervish album replaced the first I had chosen and Maeve and I went to the kitchen to fix dinner. As I had planned I went to the grocery and bought more than enough stuff for a great dinner. I owed it to Maeve and Julia for their generosity and it would perhaps make Julia feel better. When I came back Maeve was still working in the kitchen and she helped me with my too many bags. An hour later dinner was ready, one of my favorite dishes: salmon and a heap of vegetables, liberally strewn with spices. As I was setting up the table, Maeve went and woke up Julia. She stayed quite a few minutes with her in the room but when they finally came back Julia looked good. No more red around the eyes: apparently she had shed no tears in bed. Things were looking better. That is, until her boyfriend came back. Damn him! We had barely finished eating and were about to move to the living room: an evening of music and discussion with two lovely girls: what else could one ask for? (Indeed: a lot more! But since I was not in any position to ask for it...) Our plans got foiled though: Jack came back. And of course he had red eyes and looked terrible: the poor Jack was sorry and he had made a terrible mistake. Julia simply got up and went to her room and he followed. I looked at Maeve and was surprised to see that she was angry. Apparently, this was not the first time this sort of thing had happened in the last few months. She had thought that it was over this time... But no, Jack had to come back. We cleaned up the table and spent the evening together anyway. It had been a long time since we had had a chance to talk alone, so we did. Montreal (like most big cities I guess) had a way of doing that: you live twenty minutes away from good friends but somehow you never have enough time to spend quality time with them. Tonight we did and it was a lot of fun. I spent the entire evening listening to great music, talking with a good friend... and looking at that good friend. Good Gods! As much as Julia had surprised me earlier, Maeve was something else: not too tall, about 5'6", with the body of a young goddess. While Julia may have looked like a nymph with her lithe figure, long limbs and dangerous breasts, Maeve radiated something completely different. Instead of perky, young breasts, Maeve had full breasts, high and firm on her chest, wholly matured and developed like flowers in total bloom. Swimming and her work in massotherapy had given her lean, strong shoulders from where her breasts hung in their heavy splendor. Then her head was a marvel in itself: a beautiful face under a dark mane, much darker than Julia's. Deep brown, nearly black in fact: locks of barely curving hair that flowed from her head down to the small of her back. Beneath this head of hair were her equally dark eyes: two clear, intense eyes that could freeze any and all unsuspecting men... They had done that to me more than once in the past. Adding to the swimming, her passion for mountain biking and hiking gave her entire body a tight and powerful shape. Her nice waist flared to the generous hips she had inherited from her mother. Below those curves were her legs, the legs of a mountain-biker. What else could you ask for? A masseuse with the body of a goddess... The best part was that she knew it perfectly well: she played with her sensuality as well as her sexuality. Played with men and often women, teasing and arousing. What made those little games not only tolerable but fun was that she's always laughing -with us- through it all. Instead of leaving us panting with unspent desire, she makes us feel like we're on her side and that the teasing is an intimate inside joke. I don't know how she manages it, but she does. She's simply glowing with a laughing sensuality. So we had a lot of fun that night. Even after those long weeks without seeing each other, that old intimate sensuality came back easily. We touched and hugged and lay in each other's arms all evening long. All in friendship though. We had never made that explicitly clear in the past, but our relationship had always been like this: close, intimate yet nothing more than that. When I had a girlfriend it suited me perfectly. Yet now, after nearly a year of celibacy, having her in my arms was somehow harder than it used to be. And once again I had to be careful about that threatening erection. It had happened in the past with Maeve and she had only smiled at me: a silent "thank you" for a compliment. For some reason, I didn't want it to happen tonight. At around midnight, Maeve bade me a good night and went to her room. I was tired from the day and was looking forward to a good night's sleep. That was not to be though. About half an hour later I began hearing strange noises. It took me a few seconds to realize what they were: moans. Julia's moans. The bastard had managed to get into her panties again! Had he even been sorry or did he only want to fuck her one last time? But soon the moans became louder and louder, preventing any sleep or even thought. I couldn't stop myself from imagining Julia in full sexual magnificence, covered in sweat, moaning in lust and shouting in orgasm... This was not good. Now I had a raging erection that would not go down, a painful erection. And I knew that if I simply masturbated I would have to do it again later as her moans would excite me back to life! I just loved hearing girls and women moan. Ok, it's even a fetish of mine... Single for too many months with a nymph moaning her pleasure on the room just across the hall. I didn't have any earplugs and I resolved to buy some tomorrow. Half and hour later I was ready to go to her room and fuck her ass while she was riding her boyfriend. No! No, no, no, that's not good! I'm going nuts with all those moans! Damn that bastard anyway! My erection was still painful and I had begun tugging it a bit. But then I heard a faint knocking on the wall near the hallway (the living room didn't have any door, of course). Seconds later, just enough time to draw the sheet across my naked cock, Maeve's head appeared. Satisfied that I was awake, she smiled and came towards me. She was still half-asleep and flopped down on the futon with me. "Damn them! Couldn't they keep it quiet for once?" She said, half-laughing. "They do that often?" I asked. "Yes, usually once or twice a week..." She sighed. "And you live with it?" A pause. "Why do you think I'm not like that or even worse?" Now she was laughing. Then she turned towards me and placed her hand on my chest. "I'm sorry about that Loa... And don't worry about that erection: I'm quite keyed-up myself so it's nothing to be ashamed about." Then she placed her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me. For a few seconds I abandoned myself to her embrace, wrapping my arm around her head and all through all those flowing locks of night that were not restrained by clips or elastic bands. After those first seconds, I pulled my arm back: "I'm sorry Maeve but I think it would be better if we sat up..." She did and sat with her legs crossed underneath her: she looked puzzled. She was facing the window and the moon was shining directly upon her. "I'm sorry, but I'm only human and right now I'm not sure that you are... With the moonlight and your loose hair... Well, you know how I am." She just smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks Loa. It's been a long time since I received any compliments..." "No problems..." Now that it was done I was glad that I had asked her to sit up. But then something surprised me. It was not supposed to happen: the mood was meant to keep being soft and smooth, sensual but nothing more. I was on the edge, excited but not crazy. But then "it" happened. The moonlight was still shining brightly on her, her black hair, dark eyes and white tee-shirt. Her -short- tee-shirt. When she sat back after kissing me, the tee-shirt had risen on her thighs and hips. She was -not- wearing panties. Instead she was wearing nothing but her thin, trimmed bush. Usually I guessed that I must be quite dark, even though nothing but a thick patch remained above her lips. Right now, though, it was positively glowing. It's as if the moonlight was getting trapped there as soon as it arrived. Sitting down as she was, I could only see the bottom part of that trimmed work of art as well as the top of her lips. As with the rest of her, her lips and mound seemed to be full, warm and dear Gods so inviting! I closed my eyes and let my head drop down on my chest. Shaking it in near disbelief, I took a deep breath and raised it again slowly. "Are you sore, in pain? Did you hurt your neck today?" I was too shocked to reply. "I could give you a massage if you want, it would help to pass the time while they... until they get to sleep. How about it." I still couldn't look up or at her so I just nodded. In silence she got up and went to her room. Getting up to try to shake the feelings off, I took deep breaths... As did Julia. To moan and even shout a few times. Sighing, I got back down and lay on my stomach. I didn't bother covering myself up as Maeve would probably ask me if she could take it off anyway. She had given me quite a few massages in the past and I had to say that she was really good. But in this atmosphere, I had no idea what it would be like. When she came back she hadn't change: only a tee-shirt. I was surprised to see that she hadn't tied her hair up: she usually did so in order to keep it away from the oil and her hands. Maybe she forgot. Kneeling beside me she poured some massage oil in her hand and proceeded to cover my neck and entire back. Then she began by working from my left side. A few minutes later she was on the other side, repeating many of the same movements. The she moved a bit lower and straddled my hips. This was the moment I'd been dreading: her naked pussy against my skin. I was surprised to feel cotton against my skin. So she had seen me looking at her... Or perhaps she simply knew that for a massage she had to put something on. I don't know and I guess I'll never know. For the next twenty minutes she proceeded to give me a most wonderful massage. All the while Julia was still moaning like a living and breathing orgasm. It was a really, really weird situation. Although Maeve and I were both silent, she was beginning to breath harder now. It was the first time I've ever known her to do that: usually she's calm and relaxed through her massages. Then she stopped and sat up straight upon me. Unable to look I was wondering if she was done. But she I heard strange slipping and sliding noise, my eyes shot wide open: was she taking her tee-shirt off? Before I could try to understand what was happening, she said: "I'm giving you a surprise Loa, but don't turn around. If you can keep your head down I may give it to you again sometime..." Then I saw both her hands on the futon on either side of me and I felt her leaning down towards me. When her bared breasts touched me and molded themselves to my back, I shook all over. When they slipped up from the small of my back all the way to my shoulders I nearly moaned out loud. Firmer than I had believed and heavier too: this was the touch of a goddess... After a time I saw and felt her hair falling down around us: against her arms, across her shoulders and all over my head. I was in Heaven just them, unable to understand what was happening to me. Maeve's breasts were still dancing up and down my back, occasionally going all the way down to my buttocks and up until they slipped over my shoulders against my head. Reaching up I grabbed her right hand, which was still pressed down on the futon near my head, and closed my own hand around it. I wanted to hold her, to take her in my arms and kiss her but I didn't want this moment to end. I would have given anything to turn around just them but the promise of more such moments kept me down. Anyway she was still caressing me and I my head was beginning to spin. Later she finally stopped and raised herself back up. I noticed at the same time that the apartment was silent once again. I heard Maeve grabbing her tee-shirt and when she tried to pull away her right hand I closed mine tighter. I had made a decision. Softly I said: "Let me turn around Maeve." "No Loa... I really want to share this again with you. Let me put the tee-shirt on. " "Maeve. Let me turn around please." After a silent pause, she raised her hips from mine and I turned around. I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds before opening them once again. When I did, it was to look up into her eyes. "Maeve, you're too beautiful and your breasts are simply too wonderful... I can't let such an occasion pass me by. You know that..." She sat down on me then, with my cock nestled between her legs and directly against her panty-clad pussy. I looked down to her breasts slowly. They were everything I could have hoped for: high up on her chest, big and full, round, so perfectly round and topped with delicate nipples that stood up quite erect just now. Glistening with oil in the moonlight they were barely possible to believe. Was I simply dreaming all of this? She smiled when I asked that aloud. Slowly, unhurriedly, she leaned down towards me, pressing those breasts against my chest. After kissing my ear she said: "Leave it at that Loa... Please don't ask me to go any further. Thank you." She kissed me again and held me tight against her. The tips of my fingers were hugging the side of her breasts when I wrapped my arms around her, but that was it. We stayed this way for a long time and she even fell asleep in my arms. As gently as I could I rolled her beside me and laid her down on the bed. Looking at me through slitted eyes, she smiled softly. Placing my hand on her belly I moved it up slowly towards her breasts. My eyes were locked in hers and if ever I saw that her smile faltered I would stop. But it didn't and soon my fingers were gliding up her left breasts to finally spread all over the great mound of flesh. It was as if sparks of wonder were shooting off all over my brain. New experiences in beauty, long desired fantasy realized, perfect moment in this nearly too cliché moonlight... I had it all. Sometime later she turned her head towards me and kissed my shoulder. I knew she was about to get up. "Maeve, I want to share this with you again too... I don't know why you didn't want me to see you naked before, but I can't understand why we couldn't do this again..." "Loa, " she hesitated, "you're my friend and I want to keep it that way. I've been wanting to be close to you for a long time now, but I don't want things to get... confused between us." The New Apartment Ch. 02 A week had passed since the erotic incident in the cinema, and in that week Jessica had not returned as she told me she would, and I wasn't sure whether I should have been pleased or disappointed. I had spent hours getting myself off every night during the week, and while at work I had managed to spend a lot of my private time with my office door closed, my legs open, and my panties on the floor. Obviously I wasn't getting as much work done as I had originally envisioned when I was offered the position, but I figured that, as I was still new, no-one would notice. Paul had called me a few times too, but I managed to brush him off without making him too angry or suspicious. I was feeling very much like an exhibitionist after my adventures with Jessica, so I arrived at work extra early with every intention of getting some quality masturbation time. That way I could get a decent amount of work done after I was satisfied. My secretary hadn't arrived yet, so I dashed into my office and tossed my silk panties off, then started up my laptop to get at my personal stash of pornography. On a whim I logged in to my office account first and checked for any new emails, and surprisingly there was one from Lara West, my boss. She had managed to organize a free half hour for a meeting with me at three, and it was definitely non-negotiable. All thought of sex was instantly washed from my mind, and I spent the morning wondering what Lara wanted with me while simultaneously working my ass off. I knew that office Internet use was monitored so I had been downloading my erotica at home, and I was very careful to secure my laptop whenever I was forced to leave the office during the day. I assumed that it had to have been to been about my steadily accumulating pile of unfinished work, but I had a few hours to try and get through enough of it so that I could pretend I had simply not gotten around to submitting it yet. When my secretary arrived I told her to make sure to remind me when the appointment arrived, as I knew that showing up even a second late at this point was out of the question. At forty five minutes past two my secretary called me on my intercom, but rather than respond, I left the room (dropping a pile of paperwork onto her desk) and headed upstairs. Unfortunately in my hurry I had forgotten to slip my panties back on. Lara's Office was on the thirteenth floor and mine was on the eleventh, so I used the stairs and arrived with plenty of time to spare. Her secretary refused to let me in until the appointed time arrived, so I took a seat and prepared for a few uncomfortable minutes. I had been on the seat for only a moment when I suddenly felt a pair of lips brush against my ear, almost making me jump of of my seat. Even before I heard the voice I had a pretty good idea who to expect. "Hello Maria," Jessica whispered to me, "I'm sorry I left you waiting for so long." "This isn't a good time," I hissed in response. "Don't worry my darling, I wouldn't want to get you fired, after all if you didn't have a decent job you wouldn't be able to stay in my apartment." "I'm not sure that would be so bad. Leave now and maybe see me again tonight and..." "No thank you," she cut in, "I may leave you alone for the moment, but it's been too long and I need to taste a woman once more." At that very moment Lara's secretary interrupted our conversation. "Miss West will see you now, please don't keep her waiting." I uselessly attempted to brush Jessica aside, then got up and knocked on the door to Lara's office. "Miss Ford," she called. "Please enter and find yourself a seat" I followed her advice and sat in the chair nearest to the door. I was just smoothing my skirt when I noticed I had no underwear on, so I quickly crossed one leg over the other and pulled on the bottom of my short skirt so it covered as much of my legs as possible. Lara was a tall blond with a constant tan, wearing a suit that revealed quite a lot of cleavage. She continued typing away on her keyboard for a few minutes while I waited nervously, then finally opened a folder on her desk and focused her attention on its contents. "According you our records, you've fallen slightly behind in your work," she announced. I opened my mouth to respond, but she started up again before I could begin. "In your favor, your secretary informed me that you left her with a considerable amount of paperwork just this morning, so things may not..." She looked directly at me, but she was obviously disturbed by something. I had planned at that point to offer a timid excuse, but instead I just examined her carefully. As soon as her hands moved below the desk I suspected that Jessica was doing her thing. I could see that Lara's breaths had increased in frequency, and as I continued to watch she closed her eyes and let her head fall back just a little. Soon as she let out her first quiet moan and I knew I was safe, so I relaxed a little and decided to enjoy the show. Lara had apparently begun gyrating her hips, and watching her was making me horny, so I very carefully began to grind my legs together in such a way as to stimulate myself. Lara was clearly losing control of herself, and she hadn't re-opened her eyes so I silently slipped a hand into my blouse, glad that I'd decided not to put on a bra that morning. As I sat there enjoying myself Jessica apparently increased her efforts, as Lara seemed to be having more and more trouble keeping quiet. She let out a long, low moan that I assumed signalled her first orgasm, so I quickly moved my hand back out onto my lap and pretended I hadn't noticed anything. Lara apparently realised that she wasn't alone and blushed deeply, then snatched her hands back into view and started frantically running her fingers through her long hair. "I... well, think that we can overlook this considering the situation," she mumbled at me, "So if you don't mind I'd like a little time to myself. Please leave now and get back to work miss Ford." I got up and left her office, but took my time closing the door so I could steal a brief glimpse of her frantically tearing off her clothes. I arrived safely back in my office with a grin on my face and a soaking wet pussy. I knew that I had narrowly avoided a serious situation, and I may very well have had Jessica to thank for my luck. I decided not to let her "hard work" go to waste and spent the rest of the day catching up on as much of my neglected work as I possibly could. By the end of the day I was very, very tired and still surprisingly horny, but I thought that I had cleaned up my mess and could spend some quality time in my bed. While on the subway ride home I began to seriously consider just what it meant to have Jessica around. Although she had eaten me out in front of Kairi, and I apparently had no control over her actions, having her around gave me quite a bit of power over other women. I had just one question: how predictable was she? I knew I couldn't stop her from doing things I didn't want, but I wondered if could I possibly convince or trick her into doing things I did? By the time I got back to the apartment I had the basic outline of a plan worked out. I sat down on the couch in the living room, opened up my laptop, then ran a quick search though my files for Kairi Marley's personal information. In no time at all I had all I would need. Kairi was nineteen, just like I had guessed, and she lived in the city itself so she didn't have to travel far to get to work. The file listed a home phone number, but she lived with her parents so I decided to call her on her personal cell phone instead, so that I would have less chance of being interrupted. The phone rang three times before she picked up. "Hello, Kairi Marley speaking." "Kairi, this is Maria from work." "Oh, hi Maria," she responded politely, "Not to be rude, but why are you calling me at home?" "Nothing serious, I can assure you of that," I responded, "I just want to talk to you about our little meeting last week." "Oh," said Maria, lowering her voice, "I guess you noticed then." "Yes, I did, and I think we should meet up and discuss it in private. Meet me in Central Park on Saturday at noon." "Where exactly will you be?" "I haven't decided that just yet," I lied, "You'll just have to have a look around. Don't worry, I won't leave without seeing you first. Oh, and dress light." "I don't know, It's pretty cold outside this time of year." "Don't worry about that my dear, I assure you that you won't be cold for very long." "All right then, I guess. I'll try to see you tomorrow at work too." As soon as Kairi got off the phone I stripped off my little suit and entered the bedroom to finally enjoy myself. Jessica was apparently busy once more, but I didn't let that hold me back. It was only Thursday when I called her to arrange the meeting, so I had to spend another day at work before I could go through with my plan. I arrived extra early once more, but I managed to avoid running in to her, and I left well after she had to avoid an accidental meeting. When I got home Jessica was waiting for me in the main bedroom, completely naked. "What exactly are you planning for tomorrow?" she inquired. "I'm afraid that you will just have to wait and see," I answered curtly, "All I can tell you is that I'm sure that you'll enjoy yourself." "Maybe I'll be able to get you to confess tonight," Jessica whispered to me seductively. I had to eat first, so I ordered some Chinese. Luckily it was delivered by a guy, so Jessica stayed out of sight. That night after a lengthy masturbation session I was once more awoken by Jessica's soft touch, and I spent a good few hours writhing around on my silk sheets enjoying one climax after another. Afterward Jessica tried to pump me for information. "Please, Maria, let us not keep any secrets from one another. It could harm our relationship." "Sorry, you are going to have to be patient." "Very well then. Just don't be surprised if I keep a few things from you as well." I couldn't be bothered puzzling out what she meant by that, so I simply turned my head away and drifted off to sleep. The next morning I decided to stay in bed late, the phone was ringing at one point, but I was too tired to get up at and answer. I did eventually get up at eleven, had a quick shower (with no funny business), then slipped into some lacy black underwear and put on my yellow sundress again. I got to the park half an hour later, and found myself a comfortable place where I could could keep my eye on a large area of the park, then knelt down behind a large bush and patiently waited. It was fairly cold outdoors, and my left leg was just starting to cramp when I saw her approaching from the east. Kairi was wearing a tight red miniskirt and a tight white shirt through which I could see her black bra clearly. She was wandering erratically, looking in no one direction for long in the hope that she would spot me, but I planned not to let that happen. After she passed by me I came out from my little hiding place and began carefully following her, staying just out of her sight at all times. I had to wait for a good time to spring forth my scheme. After about half an hour of my little game Kairi was looking pretty cold (she was under dressed after all) and she approached a hot dog vendor and purchased a fresh one, then found a nearby bench to sit down and eat. As soon as her ass touched the seat I whispered as loudly as I dared, "Jessica, I know you're here, and I know you haven't forgotten little Kairi." I felt a stiff breeze then heard Jessica respond, "Yes, I remember her. Quite a lovely girl" "Right. You can see her over there, all alone?" "Yes... do you have a point?" "Yes I do. I want you to do me a favour. Go over there and perform your magic on her." Jessica didn't respond to this, and for a second I was worried that maybe my plan wasn't going to work, but I kept a eye on Kairi, and after a few minutes I saw exactly what I wanted. Kairi had been enjoying her hot dog, and was just taking another bite when her knees were suddenly spread apart. She looked around, confused and unable to enjoy her meal, then started trying to get hers legs together again. I couldn't be sure, but I had the distinct impression that she was having a bit of trouble. There was a look of intense concentration on her face and she was starting to turn a little red, but her knees were still pretty far apart and vibrating pretty badly. An older women walked past, then did a double take when she realised that she could see all the way up Kairi's little skirt. Kairi covered her face in embarrassment while the women turned and hurried away. After a few minutes of this struggling, Kairi suddenly chocked on her mouth full of hot dog then swallowed hard, and I could see why. Underneath her shirt I could see the outline of two hands, one on each breast, and her panties had been pulled to one side. I moved a little closer, and could then clearly see the look of ecstasy or her cute little face. Her breathing was coming in very fast and she was starting to sweat, even in the cold weather. I wandered over to where she was sitting just as she began to moan, and tapped her on the shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked at me in fear, then recognised me and calmed as much as she could. "Ma... Maria!" she moaned. "Yes dear?" "Oh god... you were here last time this happened too? What the... oh God!" She was much too distracted to keep talking with me, instead she arched her back in pleasure. I was pretty turned on at this point, and in an unthinking frenzy I leaned over and kissed her. She was completely beyond reason at that point and in response to my action she grabbed my breast in one hand and ran her other one up my own skirt. I was so surprised I separated our mouths and let out a long moan, then dropped down onto to my knees in front of her. Kairi's skirt was riding up really high, and I moved my head forward until I had a crystal clear view of her her wet pussy, which was being gently manipulated by Jessica's invisible tongue. All of a sudden Kairi let out a scream, and I felt a hot splash. She had came on my face! She sat there panting heavily, slowly calming herself down. Suddenly she realised exactly what had happened, and was apparently very embarrassed. "I'm so sorry!" she cried out. "I don't know what's happening" "Please, don't worry" I cooed. "No, no! I have to get out of here! I'll call you later!" She leaped up from her seat, rapidly brushed down her skirt and ran off as fast as her legs would carry her, then I heard Jessica whispering in my ear once more, "Don't worry Maria, she'll be back, and while we wait I'm sure I can find something exciting for us to do..." I was pretty excited myself at that point, so I sat on the bench, let my head lay back and enjoyed Jessica's talented tongue right there in the open. I may have freaked out a few women, and I know I got a few men pretty hot under the collar, but all I knew at the time was the feelings of intense pleasure flowing over me. I stayed on that bench with my legs spread and a hand on my breast until it was dark, and until I finally felt completely satisfied. The apartment was quite close to the park so I decided to walk back rather than waste time trying to hail a cab, luckily I was too dazed to feel the cold. I was directly across the street when I noticed her standing outside my building.A Short brunette with huge breasts and a tight black dress. My sister. She must have noticed me at the same time, for she waved at me from where she stood and called out, "Hey Maria! Over here!" "Hey Felicity!" I dashed through the traffic and embraced my sister tightly. I was happy to see her for sure, but as we held one another I suddenly felt a cold chill as I realised what her presence would mean. "Sis," I said to her, "What exactly are you doing here?" "Nothing much," she answered, giving me an odd look, "I was in the city and I decided to crash at your place, see the new apartment while I'm here" It felt like my worst fears were right there in front of me. "You aren't serious are you?" "Sure am" "Look, I know you're excited to be here, but I don't think that you can stay." "And why exactly is that?" she asked me. "Well..." I was never good at lying, so I said the first thing that came into my head, "No room." "I thought there was a spare bedroom?" "I haven't had a chance to clean it out yet, there isn't a bed either" "What about the couch?" She had me there, and I panicked, "I couldn't let my little sis sleep on a filthy couch!" "That's too bad," She said, and I thought I was was in the clear, but then she continued, "You have a big bed, we can share for the night!" I was trapped, my mind felt felt sluggish in the freezing cold and I let the silence continue for so long she took it as an acceptance. "Cool! Lets go, it's freezing down here and for some reason you only have a sundress on." "Okay," I said numbly, "But be prepared for the worst." The elevator was full and she was impatient so I let her walk ahead of me up the stairs. I secretly prayed to every god I knew to keep Jessica busy for the night, and I was feeling cautiously optimistic when we passed the fourth floor. I looked up at her and suddenly noticed just how short her dress was, she was a few steps ahead of me at all times and her white cotton panties stood out starkly against the black of her dress. I looked away immediately, but one floor later my eyes were back again. After a long silent climb we finally reached my floor, and once we were on equal footing I couldn't see her private areas anymore. I was relieved, but felt the slightest twinge of disappointment. She waited patiently at the door for me, at after walking as slowly as I dared I eventually reached her and was forced to unlock it. I made sure to enter the apartment first, and I carefully examined the room before I turned the light on. Luckily Jessica wasn't around, at least not at that moment. "So," I said to Felicity, "Why didn't you call first?" "I did! I can't believe you forgot already! You told me that you would be home tonight." I remembered the call that morning, but I hadn't answered it. "By the way sis, you sound totally different on the phone." My legs were suddenly weak so I wandered over to the kitchen and sat down on a stool. Felicity wandered around the apartment then went into the spare room, I was too emotionally drained to try deterring her. "Wow!" She called out, "What an unusual painting, very kinky." She came back out and sat down on the couch facing me. She was obviously pretty tired after her trip, so she relaxed sideways with her head against one of the armrests, at that angle one of her breasts was almost popping out. No bra. "Nice view," she said, her eyes focused much lower than my face. I realised that I had my legs apart, giving her a clear view up my dress and I hurriedly moved my knees back together. We looked each other directly in the eyes, neither of us quite sure what to say next. "So," I said, ending the awkward silence abruptly, "How about we head straight to bed for the night, I'm sure we are both pretty tired." "Why?" she asked, "What have you been doing all day?" Embarrassed, I walked over to the phone and unplugged it, then entered the bedroom. While I was changing into my negligee she took a hot shower, and by the time I heard the water stop running I was safely under my side of the covers. She tiptoed into the room wearing nothing but a fresh pair of white cotton panties and a similarly colored bra, but rather than watch her I turned my head away and closed my eyes. "Good night sis," She mumbled as she pulled her half of the covers over her body. The New Apartment Ch. 02 I kept my eyes on the door to try and see if anyone would enter, but after a half-hour I was getting tired and I realised that doors probably didn't bother Jessica much. The next thing I knew it was pitch black and I felt very groggy. I had apparently dozed off, and I felt pretty good about that until I began to wonder why I had awoken. I noticed that the bed was much warmer than I remembered, and with this realisation I slowly turned onto my back the turned my head enough that I could see my sister out of one eye. Her hair was soaked and hanging all over the place, a lot of it covering her face which was equally wet. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open and she had one finger in her mouth, biting down on it. It became obvious why I was so warm, her half of the covers were thrown over me leaving her exposed. Her panties were wrapped around one foot at the base of the bed, though her bra was still on. Upon closer inspection I noticed it was definitely still on, but the fabric was hovering an inch in the air as though there were a pair of invisible hands beneath. I turned my head a little more and soon had a clear view of her pussy. The sheet beneath it was soaked and the lips were glimmering with wetness too. The lips were spread apart and her cute little clitoris was vibrating back and forth, causing more juices by the second. Suddenly her arms both reached out, one gripped onto the headboard of the bed, the other landed on the right breast and grabbed on tightly. Without the finger to bite on, Felicity could no longer stay quiet and began moaning loudly and muttering under her breath. "Oh yeah, lick it, suck on my little... oh! Oh yeah!" Her fingers began blindly groping at my breast, although I couldn't feel much through the blankets over me. "Oh God! Don't stop sis!" I didn't like the sound of that. Jessica was the one working her over, but for some reason she thought it was me (I hoped to myself it was just a harmless fantasy). The nails on the headboard began to dig in to its surface, and her legs spread apart even wider, kicking wildly at the sheets under her. The hand on my chest moved up to my face and one of her fingers forced its way into my mouth, I didn't want to spoil her fantasy so I sucked on it, though not very hard. Her moans got loader, her movements wilder, she was clearly approaching a climax. This went on for almost nine minutes (Jessica was an expert at making it last), when suddenly Felicity let out an extremely long moan and arched her back in pleasure. Her eyes still didn't open, so I prayed that it was just a sleep orgasm and she would fall back into a deeper sleep. As her limbs mover back into reasonable positions I grabbed onto the covers over me and moved half of them over her body. It felt clear to me that she was now completely asleep, so I moved my head back to a neutral position and let my eyes fall closed once more. I was just starting to drop of when I felt her hand on me, this time beneath the covers. It moved around under there until it came across my chest, then she began to gently play with my nipple. I held in my breath, afraid to move in case I disturbed her. The hand caressed me and pinched my nipple until it was hard, then the hand slid down my stomach and made contact with the trimmed hairs just above my most sensitive place. After a bit of gentle stroking the hand lay still and I let out a sigh of relief. Short lived was that relief, for no sooner had the breath left my body then the covers on the bed shifted disturbingly and Felicity dove under. In no time she lay diagonally across the mattress with her upper lips just inches from my lower ones. I knew things had gone too far so I reached down to push her face away, but she caught me and let my hand over to her pussy, moving it back and forth so that my fingers caressed her. "Sis..." I began, then her tongue darted out and ran from the bottom of my lips all the way to the top, making me shudder as it reached my clitoris. She wasted no further time and dove in, using her free hand to spread me and allow her easy access to my insides. I opened my mouth to try another protest, but she gently sucked on my clitoris as I did, and all that came out of me was a guttural moan. I began to lose control of myself and started using my hand to finger her in earnest, trying to give as good as I got. After a little back and forth between us she shifted her body so that we each had oral access to the others pussy, and I wasted no time in getting to work on her swollen clitoris. We remained in this exact position for a good fifteen minutes, both of our tongues frantically bathing the others sensitive areas. She was apparently more experienced at our little game, for I began to lose control of my body first. My hips began shaking and my breaths became even more ragged, and she must have picked up on this for she picked up her pace, then just as I felt my orgasm coming she wrapped her lips around my little pink button and gently sucked. I came with a mighty scream, running my hands through my hair and grabbing tightly onto the pillow. As soon as I came down from my high I remembered the other person involved and I tried to imitate what had just happened to me. I doubt I did a good job, but I still had her screaming in no time. We both calmed down and she quietly slid back to her sleeping position, giving my pussy one last kiss before she left. She left her hand wrapped around my breast, not really fondling it but it still felt good. As I drifted to sleep for the last time Felicity leaned over and whispered to me, "Good night, sis." On the opposite side of the bed a separate pair of lips gently pressed against my neck. The New Apartment Ch. 02 "Shhh. I know Maeve. You know how I feel and how I've been feeling for a long time. But I've also been respecting your wishes too..." I smiled then, "I'm not a monster that would jump on you at the first occasion. Although right now..." Then I laughed. To my relief she laughed with me. She knew perfectly well what I was feeling for her right now, what I wanted to do. She turned her face towards mine and kissed me for the first time. A long kiss, much longer than I expected it to be. Then she got up and put on her tee-shirt. Slowly, deliberately, allowing me to look at her a bit longer. Getting up, naked with an obvious erection, I took her in my arms before wishing her a good night. She walked back to her room, leaving me with a lot to look forward too. I was deeply surprised by the last hour or so: never would I have guessed that she could do something like this. What a day! Suddenly my few weeks here didn't sound so bad. I didn't know what to expect, exactly, but at least now I was anxious to find out! The New Apartment Ch. 03 Important note: while this story heats things up a bit, I still consider it a slow one... The morning started badly. The shuffle I had heard sometime in the night, after Maeve left, had been Jack leaving the apartment. The problem was that Julia hadn't known that he would leave. Again. Bastard. I woke up first (or so I thought since the entire place was silent as a church), slightly tired but with a smile that wouldn't go away. I noticed that Julia's door was opened and that her bed was empty (just like that church...). When I looked towards Maeve's room, I saw that the door was slightly ajar. Silently I walked closer and saw that both girls were inside and that Julia was crying once again. Damn that frigging guy! An hour or so later Maeve came into the kitchen to fix herself a quick breakfast. Julia wasn't even hungry. She smiled at me but she was too preoccupied to talk about last night. "The bugger left in the middle of the night... He had just wanted to fuck her one last time. He left a note on her desk, saying that she wouldn't see him ever again. And now Julia's feeling bad because the relationship is over and humiliated because he managed to fuck her last night. If ever he shows up once again, could you do me a favor and kick his ass?" "Uh... No problems." "Thanks." "Can I do anything else?" "No, but thanks anyway... She just needs some time to put it behind her. We'll be leaving for the pool on Laurier and Parc in a few minutes. Feel free to explore the rest of the place while we're gone. I have a lot more Celtic CDs in my room if you feel like it. " With that she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and went back to her room. A few minutes later she came back out with Julia. She kissed me before leaving, but it was clear that she was still upset. A lot. All I could do was hope that she would get better soon... *** Well, it took her three days. When we all had breakfast Thursday morning, she seemed much better. During those three days I'd had the chance to catch up with Maeve and to get to know Julia a lot better. Apparently she quite enjoyed my company and I was privileged to be invited to a few other bathside discussions. She even teased me a few more times, innocently of course. And with Maeve things were going great, if not fast. We had spent quite a lot of time together and even a long evening yesterday. I was hoping to catch more glances at her body during that intimate moment, but that didn't happen. We were definitely getting closer and closer. And things were clearly taking a sexual, or at least sensual, turn around the place. Somehow I managed to be at the right place at the right time to see Julia or Maeve moving from their rooms to the bathroom wearing nothing but sexy lingerie. Very sexy. I even caught Maeve with only her panties and her arm to hide her breasts. Her arm is nowhere big enough to hide them, it was quite a sight. At other times those encounters only seemed random: seeing Julia standing on her toes, stretched up to open a window, meant that I saw most of her ass and her thong; while Maeve was explaining the major bus routes from her apartment, her mostly unbuttoned blouse allowed me to see her naked breasts, nipples and all; when Julia decided to shave her pussy and leave the door half-closed, I barged in on her only to see her smile naughtily... I don't know why but things like that just kept happening. I was beginning to wonder why all of this was happening, but I couldn't figure it out. Anyway, this morning both Julia and Maeve were decently dressed. They left once again for the pool, something which they both enjoyed. One day I was going to join them, but right now it would only cause an erection-in-a-frail-swimsuit problem. So I finished my breakfast and enjoyed both their kisses as they left. After breakfast I decided to take a long bath and perhaps even make up for the lost hours last night with Maeve. I love sleeping in baths, even if my skin doesn't: but I'm a guy so even if my skin is dried up for a day or two, why should I care? With the place all to myself, I discarded my boxers and tee-shirt and enjoyed a bit of living-room nudism. As I waited for the bath to fill, I saw two bras hanging from a pole behind the door: a bright red one and a bigger, dark green one. Julia's and Maeve's. Maeve's bra was not particularly special, save for the fact that it was a very fine lace with a lot of holes in the design. And even though it now hung lifeless and empty, my guess is that the cut would push Maeve's breasts into a whole new world of lusciousness (Is that even a word? Well, it should!). My memories of her unambiguously bared breasts after her massage a few days ago was still fresh in my mind. Even so, I would have given a lot to see them again, lovingly sheltered in such fine art of lacework. On closer inspection (alright, alright, since it's so obvious and you insist: it's another fetish of mine... A brief warning: I have quite a few others coming up...), I saw and felt that the red one was an all-satin thing: no elastics, no rims, no lace or such things. A 100% pure satin bra, nearly as soft as the skin it's meant to cover and embrace. I say "embrace" because there's no way that such a bra would push-up or hold anything. Then again, Julia's pearls (there I go again with that damned word!) don't need any pushing up! Wo! The bath was more than filled enough! Just before getting in, I remembered that Maeve once offered me a medicinal bath... In her room I found her stash of essential oils and selected a few: pine, rosemary and marjoram. An opened drawer caught my attention as I was walking out. It was overflowing with reds, blacks, blues and whites, with lace, cotton and satin: a drawer filled with her bras and panties... My cock, which had partially mutated as I was looking at the two bras in the bathroom, twitched. Hard. Breasts, buttocks and pussies swam before my imagination-enhanced vision, with unrepressed apparitions from that-thing-that-just-recently-twitched. But I restrained myself: I'm not the lecherous bastard you think I am. (At least, that's what it says at the top of this story.) I spent the next two hours in the bath, constantly keeping the water hot. I slept a few naps during those hours, but not as much as I would've liked: I kept looking back at those bras and my cock kept poking out of the water to get some attention. Finally I couldn't keep my hands away from it any longer and I abandoned myself to a good, thorough jerk-off. Breasts whirled against the back of my eyelids, breasts both big and firm or young and perky and sometimes even all those things at once... Pussies and asses then joined in the fun. Afterwards Maeve and Julia appeared behind their respective body parts (What?! don't tell me this never happened to you?) and without my full accord this turned into an all-out threesome that never stopped... (What was I saying about not being a lecherous bastard?) For the first time in my life, my first and second jets of sperm landed on my face... Weird feeling, that. The rest landed like bombs in the bath and soon they turned into underwater mines that threatened me on all fronts. Cleaning my face quickly, I jumped out of the bath and drained the mines along with the water. (I know it's disgusting but that's how it happens when you jerk off in the bath... Admit it guys!) Before leaving the bathroom, I smelled the bras: Julia's was spicy whereas Maeve's was something smoother, something much more homely. They came back while I was still dozing on the couch. Still naked, lying on my towel, I was listening to something I'd found in Maeve's room: Luar na Lubre, a Galician band. Great music, a nice Spanish twist on Celtic music. But now I had to do a twist of my own to grab my boxers before the girls came in. Did it just in time. Sitting casually, waiting for them to pass by, I hear them laughing loudly: apparently, two hours in the pool did wonders to Julia's spirits once again! I received two genial smiles when they saw me, but none came into the living room with me. Instead they both went into their own rooms, only to come back out a few minutes later wearing nothing but bath towels. Laughing, Maeve looked at me and said: "We're going to take a shower Loa... We'll try not to disturb you — much." With that she closed the door behind her as Julia was already turning the water on. The idea of having them taking a shower together was disturbing enough, but since they had closed the door, I couldn't understand what Maeve meant. I soon began to figure it out: both of them were still laughing and playing in that shower... Once more this morning my imagination was working in overtime: two gorgeous girls naked in a shower, fooling around... But after a few minutes my imagination slowed down and my focus shifted to what Maeve and Julia were really saying. Through the laughter and the little shouts I was beginning to hear things such as: "Hey! You can't touch this!... Oh no! Oh no not there!... No! You can't shave it all off! No don't! Argh!!! Oh stop moving around!" This was mainly Julia, speaking through her laughter, with Maeve asking her not to move around at the end. Was Maeve shaving Julia's pussy? Suddenly my imagination was back in business... A few seconds later and I was once more trying to listen to them more carefully: some of Julia's laughs were turning into subtle moans... As if she was trying to muffle them. I know I have this fetish of hearing women moan but some of them were pretty clear by now. Slowly I got up and walked to the bathroom door. Julia's breathing between her laughs gave her away: somehow she was getting caressed. My guess was that Maeve's fingers were pretty liberal when it came to handling Julia's pussy. In order to shave it better, of course. Then Julia said: "Good Gods Maeve you shaved it all off! What will I look like now?" Then a pause. "What are you... Oh!" A sharp intake of breath... "Oh my! I look thaaaaaaaaat gooooood? Oh please don't stoooooop..." What? What were they doing in there? Was Maeve licking Julia's pussy? Impossible! That's too much! Then again Julia wasn't laughing anymore and her moans were quite unmistakable by now... Just as unmistakable as my cock in my boxers. Then I heard Maeve humming something then shouting: "Loa, come here, Julia has something she wants to show you!" Then she laughed while Julia shouted: "No! Don't come I'm... well I'm... Uh, I don't have any... anymore..." What was I to do? Maeve was playing both Julia and I like finely tuned sexual instruments. When I grabbed the door to make it rattle a bit, both girls shouted in surprise and giggled loudly. When I heard one of them grabbing the shower curtain I realized that they both expected me to come in. So when Maeve asked again: "Come in, what are you waiting for?" I opened the door and walked in. They both laughed again and Julia giggled like a schoolgirl... I was beginning to wonder if they had brought some beers or wine with them at the pool. Regardless, I was now looking at them through the lightly hazed shower curtain. I could easily see curves, silhouettes and even smaller colors like pink and black, but it was more of a tease than anything else. I could see that Julia was facing me, her arms outstretched to keep the curtain closed. This offered me a great view of her breasts hanging and swinging freely. The strange out-of-focus view was frustrating, but it was a lot better than my imagination! Then Maeve moved behind her friend and pushed her into the curtain. Both of Julia's nipples came into noticeably clearer view and my eyes shot wide open. I had seen them a few times, stealing glances, but this was something else. And it was not over. I saw Maeve bending down behind Julia. Presumably she was keeping a hand on Julia's back to keep her breasts against the curtain. But now one of her hand snaked out from between Julia's legs to grab the curtain. "Here you go Loa... What do you think of my work?" With that she pulled the clear curtain against Julia's pussy and it appeared in full glory. Shamelessly kneeling in front of her, I brought my face down to a few inches away from her mound. The sight was incredible! So erotic! I could see her mound plainly outlined as well as her lips and slit... Nearly nude, teasingly nearly nude... All that was missing was the feeling of her skin, the texture of her mound and sex. I could see and hear that Julia was fighting an urge to push Maeve away; that would mean letting go of the curtain. And apparently she was not ready to do that. Anyway she was still laughing and giggling nervously. Then Maeve simply added: "You know Loa, the curtain's pretty clean..." Julia and I both paused for a seconds or two. Then we understood. Julia's reply was all I needed to make a decision. She burst out laughing and said: "Maeve! How could you! You're completely crazy... He'll never do thaaaaaat!" But I did. As she was talking, leaning closer still, I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue directly against Julia's pussy. It tasted weird and it was not as intimate as I had thought it would be, but she moaned. It was all the thanks I needed. Maeve was laughing behind her, probably as surprised as Julia... Smiling I pulled away from Julia's pussy: "Why are you both surprised: I'm only a guy after all!" They both laughed at that and Julia was pulling away from the curtain. Impulsively I pushed my hands against the curtain and wrapped it around her hips. Impudently I closed my hands on her ass and pulled her to me again. Too surprised to protest, Julia moaned breathily when I pushed my tongue against her mound and lips again. Soon afterwards Maeve pulled Julia away saying: "That's enough Loa, we don't want Julia cumming..." "What?" Julia interrupted "why not?" "As I was saying, we don't want Julia cumming so soon." "Oh, that's much better Maeve." I could hardly believe it: from sounds across a closed bathroom door to teasing through the curtain to a near cunnilingus and now this: explicit acceptance of the suddenly sexual nature of this encounter... Until this little conversation, it was all teasing and fun. Now it has turned into something else. My cock was already painfully hard: this little realization made it twitch in pain and pleasure... As if Maeve could read my mind, she said: "Now Loa if you want to stay here with us, you'll have to drop those boxers... We're both naked and you seem out of place. What do you say?" I was indeed out of place: I should have been in there with them. But I didn't say this out loud: things were clearly sexual, but we were not in a second-rate erotic story! I replied by taking them down and off. As soon as I did, there was a short silence behind the curtain. "Maeve! He did it!" And then they both laughed and began to shout as if I was a stripper! Suddenly they both realized that they had an advantage and I saw both their head poking from the curtain's sides. Of course, shamelessly, they were looking directly at my erect cock. Ok now, time to put things straight. Well, since I have a slight curve to the left, not so straight: somewhere between six and seven inches. Nothing to be proud of or ashamed. So I just stood there, keeping my hands to my sides. After a long minute, I was getting irritated and moved forward and tried to grab the curtain. They cried out in surprise and pulled back! "Hey! You can't do that Loa!" It was Maeve. "Why not?" "Well, behind this curtain there are four magnificent breasts, four firm buttocks and two... delicious pussy. As well as two amazingly beautiful, completely naked girls." By now both of them were laughing hard. But Maeve continued: "All we got to see was one cock." "But it definitely was, " Julia added, "A great cock Maeve... you got to admit." "Hmmm. You're right Julia... Come here Loa. Closer to the curtain." I did, uncertain as to why. "The way I see it, you have two choices. Either one of us lets you see one of our many assets or you push your cock against the curtain and see what happens." "Hmmm. Actually, I already saw seven of those numerous assets..." "Seven?" that was Julia's surprise. "I knew you had shown him your breasts Maeve but..." "And what about you Julia? Do you think he still hasn't figured out that your little shows in the bath weren't all planned out?" "What? You told me you would keep it a secret... So what else did you show him Maeve? Your ass, your pussy?" "Shhh... Stop it Julia!" "You're all red! Your pussy? You've shown him your pussy?" I could hardly believe it! Instead of being a salivating horny young male trying to see up women's skirts, I was being set up by those two! And apparently, Maeve's pussy flash before her massage was a set-up too! Shocked by this revelation, I simply stood there, listening. "Ok stop it now Julia... we don't want him to get the wrong idea!" "And what would that be?" She replied, giggling again. "No, don't say it Julia..." Maeve laughed too, a lot more nervously. "You see Loa..." "No Julia, stop!" "We wanted to see who would get to..." "NO!" Julia was laughing again but Maeve pushed her face under the water, effectively stopping her from revealing the secret... They wrestled a bit under the water, laughing and getting water in their mouths doing so. Then Julia finally said: "Ok ok Maeve, you win! I won't say it. I won't say a thing... Oh stop it. Ooooohhhh..." They were still wrapped in each other's arms, but somehow Maeve had apparently managed to push a hand against Julia's pussy again. And then, to my great delight, they started kissing. But that was too much for me: I opened the curtain all the way and stood there, gaping at the sight. A Goddess and an Nymph kissing away and caressing each other (as I could now see Julia's hand between Maeve's legs). Everything was wet, from their hair to their toes. A long black mane of silken hair, all plastered on Maeve's back, shoulders and the sides of her breasts; the shorter reddish locks of Julia all smeared over her shoulders and face. Two pairs of breasts each perfect in their own ways: firm, big and oh Gods so womanly and / or smaller, perkier and schoolgirl naughty. Two tight silhouettes: Maeve strong and powerful, muscles just grazing the surface; Julia much leaner and tauter, longer limbs slimmed by workout. Hips and buttocks that flared, on Maeve, into pure womanhood again, generous but still firm and smooth as only a 22 year old can be. Julia was much more slender, the body of a mature teenager instead of that of a grown woman. (Ok, I have to say it plainly: a tight ass. A devilishly tight ass. There you go. That's what had to be said.) As I was thinking of joining them, they both opened their eyes suddenly. A second later and they were both scrambling out of the shower, bumping against me on each side. The it hit me: between my bath and this too long shower, we had emptied the hot water tank. But for a few delicious seconds, we all decided to enjoy this little surprise and we took our time to disentangle. Only a few seconds, but it was memorable: both Julia and Maeve caressed me all over, squeezing my cock and buttocks a few times. On the other hand, I had enough time to squeeze both of Julia's breasts, slip my hand down on Maeve's hip and ass and I even dared to cup my hand over her pussy for a very long second. You heard me right: a very long second. We all started laughing afterwards as we straightened out and away from each other. In the silence in the wake of our laughs, I simply said: "You are wonderful. Both of you. I love being here with you... God you're both so gorgeous! It's incredible!" Then we laughed again as we reached for towels. They both kissed me on the cheeks, thanking me for the compliment. Maeve left first and when Julia moved in front of me, she grabbed my cock to give it a last squeeze. But I surprised her by grabbing her waist and pulling her back and ass against me. My other hand reached underneath her wrapped towel and I grabbed her pussy with my entire opened hand. Then, on impulse, two of my fingers curled against her slit and pushed inside her drenched pussy. I released her slowly and when she pulled away completely, she turned around to give me a real kiss. The New Apartment Ch. 03 I had never felt more guilty in all of my life. It was one thing to harass poor Kairi, but having sex with my own sister was over the line. I knew it wasn't entirely my fault, Jessica had worked us up, but I felt responsible. How can you justify incest? The sun was still out of sight when I rose, but I kept the lights off for fear of awakening Felicity. I quickly tied my hair in a bun and slipped on a heavy coat over my negligee. I had to get out of there. Down on the street the icy temperature hit me hard. I definitely should have dressed a little smarter, but I was too afraid to turn back. There weren't a lot of people out there anyway. As I wandered along I had time to really think about my actions. Had I gone insane? A few weeks ago I was just another small town girl, I'd only ever been with my boyfriend. Now I was a lesbian turned on by voyeurism and incest; not to mention that I had a lesbian ghost stalking me. Jessica had not shown her face so far. Could she be warping my mind? Was I possessed? I had heard of possessions in fiction, but this was real. I found myself at a standstill and suddenly realised that I had wandered pretty far. I examined the area around me, searching for something I could identify. I saw it. Just visible at the end of the street stood a rundown old church. It was nothing special, but seeing it filled me with hope. It was a little warmer on the inside, but I didn't really care. It was small, obviously not a popular location, but it was also clean and I felt safe. There was a lone figure seated on one of the benches. I approached, keeping my head down in shame. "Father," I began, "I think I need some advice- no, I need help." "'Sister'," replied the figure. "Excuse me? How did you know?" "No, you call me 'Sister', not 'Father'." I looked up in confusion and found out I was talking to a nun. "Oh, I'm sorry," I blurted out, "I assumed-" "No need to be sorry," she said, "I'm new here, but I can still assist those in need. I'm Sister Kate, by the way." Sister Kate was obviously still young. Her hair was short and red, her eyes a mix of blue and gray. Her habit wasn't exactly form fitting, but I could see that she was built for seduction. As a silently checked her out I realised just how perverted I had become. "I don't know if I can open up to a woman." "I understand your reluctance," she said, "However I'm better trained than I look. I'm sure there is something I can do for you. Is your problem... embarrassing?" I held back a grin, "I guess you could describe it like that." "I see. We should go somewhere with a little more privacy then?" "I suppose." She took me to a small room in the back. There were a twelve chairs arranged in a circle, I sat down opposite her. "You are clearly disturbed," she said, "How much can you tell me?" "I'm a sick pervert!" I blurted out. She was momentarily stunned by my outburst. She gathered herself once more. "I'm sure it isn't as bad as you seem to think. What have you done to make you feel this way?" "I've been with another woman." "That's putting it lightly," a voice whispered in my ear. I instinctively turned to look, desperately hoping that some stranger had intruded. Sister Kate and I were alone. "I'm sorry," said Sister Kate, "What are you doing?" "Ex- excuse me, I'm a little wound up." "That's perfectly fine. Please, go on." The crotch of my panties pulled to one side and a cool breeze blew over my pussy. I was immediately aware of how little privacy my coat offered. "I was in bed one night, and I felt another presence in the room-" Sister Kate waited patiently. A tongue ran up my leg. I took a deep breath, "Then my sister came to visit, we shared a bed." Jessica pushed my legs apart, exposing me. It took a second for Sister Kate to notice. Suddenly her eyes widened. "I had sex with my own sister!" Silence. She took a few short breaths. "Could you give me some details?" "Really? I don't know what I can say. We ate each other out." I could see her blushing at my language.. "I'm not sure what that means," she said, "Could you show me?" Stunned, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to her. She kept eye contact with me for the entire trip. I knew my face was a foot away from her pussy. I lifted the front of her habit, she had nothing on underneath. "Please be gentle with me," she murmured. I started by running my tongue around the edge. Sister Kate let out a gasp and I felt her shudder. "Oh my," she said quietly. I gently began to probe her, flicking my tongue in and out. As I continued I pushed a little further inward. Sister Kate grabbed the edge of her chair with her one hand, she grabbed the back of my head with the other. Her fingers became tangled in my hair. "It's so good," she whispered between breaths, "How can you be so good?" I moved my mouth a little higher and pushed a finger inside. She slid forward. "No, I shouldn't be doing this." "She is losing her nerve," Jessica whispered, "Work harder." My free hand moved up under Sister Kate's habit to her breasts. She shifted uncomfortably, but there wasn't much resistance. I tongue fucked her with abandon. Her head fell back, the air escaped through her teeth with a hiss. As I continued to ravish her pussy she started gyrating her hips. Her breaths were coming shorter and faster: she was approaching the edge. pulled back and blew air across her clit, she seemed appreciative. My lips wrapped around it, I flicked my tongue across the little bud. That was all it took. She let out a scream of ecstasy. Her legs splayed out wildly; she very nearly fell off her chair. I slowed myself, my stroking became softer and I pulled back my hands. A moment passed in silence. Sister Kate looked down at me, I could feel her juices on my face and I blushed. "That was wrong," she said. Her body language disagreed. I knew what I had to do. "Kate, I know how you really feel. How about you put on something more comfortable and come home with me." She though for a moment then she nodded and made her exit. As I awaited her return I pulled out my mobile phone and made a call. It was time to have a housewarming party. The New Apartment Ch. 03 After that she moved her mouth to my ear and said: "Regardless of what you may think about Maeve and I Loa, all those little games, I'm still really upset about Jack." I pulled her in my arms gently then as she kept talking. "I am really looking forward to sharing more such moments with you: I was really touched by your kindness the day you arrived... But please let me go at my own pace." Pulling my head back a bit, I kissed her on both cheeks and told her not to worry. Before moving away, I felt her smiling against my cheek. "One secret I can tell you Loa: I think Maeve was a bit scared that first night after her massage. Well, she isn't anymore. Go for it. And tell her that I don't care about loosing our little bet." Standing naked in the bathroom, after she left, I was surprised once more. Deeply surprised by her confidence in me and by what she had told me about Maeve. What will happen now? What will happen after I get out of this bathroom and resume our regular day? I had no idea. (Sorry guys. This is usually the place where the story ends, after a sweet and cliché moment of reflection from I, the main character. But I'll make an exception for this one.) Surprising me, Maeve came back into the bathroom, wearing nothing but a tee-shirt. She had been combing her hair in her room and must have heard Julia talking with me. "Is she alright? I was wondering how she would take such games and teases so soon after her breakup... She had seen it coming for a few months already, but it's still hard." "She's alright. She just asked me to take it slow. Maeve, I don't believe what's happening here. Was all this prepared? Was it a plan to tease me from the start?" She smiled, reddened and buried her face in my shoulder. "Shhh. Just enjoy it, won't you?" "Of course I will." With that I slipped my hands from her back to her buttocks and even underneath her tee-shirt. Of course, you had guessed it, she hadn't put any panties on. Cupping this incredible ass in my hands, I felt my cock pushing against her abdomen. "Will you let me give you a massage tonight Maeve?" I felt her taking a deep breath and squeezing me more strongly. Then she nodded against my shoulder. She only threw me a furtive smile before leaving. With my cock still hard and still unsatisfied, I was left standing in the bathroom again. (And that's it this time, since I already reflected properly a few paragraphs earlier!) The New Apartment Ch. 04 Note: For some of my oldest readers, there's a part of this story which you might find familiar... For the rest of you: enjoy! I couldn't imagine a more boring afternoon. I received an e-mail from the faculty at noon, asking me to come by as soon as possible. I did, leaving Maeve and Julia alone. You can imagine how I was feeling: both of them were sexed up and it was now clear that I was to be the focal point of that energy. But I had to go and see what they wanted of me. As I was returning home three hours later, I was still fuming: all they had wanted from me was a signature. One more frigging signature. We I returned, Maeve was gone to lead a last group of youngsters on a mountain hike. She had done this all summer long, three times a week, and now her contract was coming to an end. It had been fun and came with a good salary. Most importantly it allowed Maeve to do one of her favorite activities all the time: hiking. After her work there would be a party and she would come back late. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to spend an evening as boring as my afternoon... But that was not to be. The first sign was clear: Julia was looking in the fridge, bent down with her legs straight. I don't know why some girls do this: it's so much more easier to bend your knees. But anyway, since she was wearing a tank top with tight jeans cut-offs, I had a great view. A spectacular view in fact. She turned her head to smile a hello and returned to her investigation. My guess is that she wasn't even aware of the view she was giving me. "Julia, can I be blunt and a bit vulgar?" "Sure." When she simply smiled without looking at me, I knew that I had been fooled: she was perfectly aware of the effects she was having on me. "You have an incredible ass. A fuckingly gorgeous ass... Whew! That's out!" She laughed and straightened, coming up to me and pulling me into her arms. She whispered in my ear: "I know, thanks anyway. I just though you might enjoy the show..." She then laughed again, a laughter which I soon joined. Still keeping her arms around my neck, she said: "I know you're a great cook and all Loa, but tonight I feel like fixing up a quick meal and sit that gorgeous ass of mine on your lap to watch a movie. How about it?" "Sure, " I could barely stand up straight, but I managed to reply "if it pleases you." "Yeah right..." She smiled and let go of my neck. So after finding a few things in that overcrowded fridge, we did exactly that: a quick dinner and a movie. She took a quick shower in between though, while I was searching through their library of DVDs. When she came back, I was already sitting on the couch, eagerly awaiting her return. She had on a wonderful pair of panties: frail things of loose blue lace that let me see an ample expanse of mound and lips. No bush since this morning, only skin. I could see her panties because the top she had chosen was not her usual tee-shirt: instead, it seemed to be a tee-shirt designed for a 6 year old girl. Barely covering her breasts, it clung to her like a hand-made glove or like a strangely cut bra. I sighed as my eyes closed. "What is it Loa, you don't like my tee-shirt? My little cousin gave it to me when she grew out of it!" "And how old is she now? Six?" "No, eight. But in a way you're right, she gave it to me two years ago..." "Great..." I shook my head, unable to find a way to get through that movie... "What's wrong?" She said, smiling that naughty cheerleader smile of hers. "Want me to get dressed differently? No? Want me to take it off then?" When she began to pull her tee-shirt off, I grabbed her arm and pulled her against me. "Keep it on Julia... And let's try to watch that movie." I was laughing and, I must admit, a bit afraid of the coming moments. "Ok then" she said. Leaning her head on my shoulder, she whispered, "one word: crotchless." Then she moved a bit, upwards on my legs, until she found a comfortable position. The feeling of her smooth legs on mine was heaven. But that one word was still stuck in my mind: crotchless. So those delicate panties were actually split in the middle, allowing free and easy access to her pussy and ass. And she was sitting there on my cock, which was growing at an alarming rate... All I had to do was unzip my shorts and... Stop it! "Hmmm, this is going to be hard..." Julia seemed to understand by the tone of my voice that I was more serious now. "This is going to be hard Julia." "Why?" "I promised Maeve a massage tonight and I think that afterwards..." "Oh. I see. Can I ask you a personal question I've been begging to ask you?" "Sure. " "Are you in love with her?" "I don't know... Yes... I'm not sure actually. I've know her for so long that it's kind of confusing. I think I never stopped loving her. So I guess that my answer is yes. Why do you ask?" "I was getting that impression and I wanted to know. I won't get in the way." When she tried to get up I held her down. "Nothing has been done and as far as I know she's still not interested." "Are you serious Loa? Of course she's interested. When she told me that you were going to be living with us, she was squealing with delight! It was as if she had been transformed into a little girl!" "I can hardly believe that, Julia. She's known for a long time that I'm in love with her... She even told me she wanted to stay friends with me the first night I was here." "Yes, and I've told you that she was nervous and afraid after her massage. Something must have changed since the last time you spoke to her about it. When was that?" "Years ago in fact." "You see? She had ample time to change her mind. And don't worry about me... I was just testing you when I tried to leave a few minutes ago: Maeve and I have shared quite a few lovers in the past. Even Jack-ass a few times. But she never really liked him. And I'm not ready to get into another relationship right now. On the other hand, and I'll be as direct and vulgar as you were earlier, I want that lovely cock of yours in my pussy as soon as you'll want me..." I was simply shocked speechless. "I know it's strange, but I like you a lot. I could even fall in love with you if things had been different. Anyway there's something special happening between us. I don't know what it is, but I want more of it. When you're ready. — Now, do you want me to go and change?" "I want you to kiss me. Now." And she did. Boy did she kiss me! At first she simply twisted her head towards me and kissed me on the lips. But a few seconds later a fire exploded somewhere inside us and our kiss turned into a wild and reckless tongue dance. I was tasting her for the first time and it was incredible: cinnamon, ginger and all-spice. I was completely floored by her passion. Soon she had turned around and was now straddling me, holding my head in her hands, rubbing her pussy against my crotch. I don't know how long we kept kissing with such intensity, but when I pushed her away her hair (and probably mine as well) were completely messed up. I pulled her tee-shirt off and dove for her breasts, trapping one of her nipples in my mouth as soon as I was able. My right hand was "feeding" me this nipple by squeezing the breast that held it while my left hand was grasping, massaging and even mauling her free breast. Soon my right hand shot out behind her and rounded her hips and ass to land directly in her cleft. Slipping a few fingers inside that crotchless panty, I dove once again inside her pussy. Clutching my head with her arms, she moaned against the top of my head. Her hands then fell to my own shorts and she was starting to unbutton them. At that very moment, you have guessed it, Maeve came back: apparently she had skipped the party altogether. In a flash, Julia's tee-shirt was back on and she was sitting sideways on me once more. As she straightened her hair, she whispered: "You have to tell her about this, after tonight. I'm counting on you." I nodded. "Hello!" shouted Maeve from the other end of the apartment. A few seconds later she was with us in the living room and laughed at Julia's choice of clothing. She teased her and made some small talk but didn't seem to notice anything wrong. She went back to her room and then to the bathroom for a shower. When we heard her moving under the spray, Julia turned towards me and giggled. "She nearly caught us!" "Yes..." "You're feeling bad aren't you? Well, please don't. As I told you earlier, Maeve and I often share lovers... Occasionally at the same time. " She smiled. "She even told me... Good Gods! I think I'm telling you too much. Oh what the heck, it won't matter tomorrow anyway. She even told me that if ever you guys hooked up seriously, there would always be a place for me in her bed. There, are you satisfied?" Once more, I was shocked speechless. The things girls say to each other! To hear her say that Julia was interested in me was one thing. But to know that they had even planned such a thing... It was mind-boggling. Somehow this little piece of information relaxed me and I hugged Julia close to me again. The first words I managed to say were: "I want to taste those breasts of your again... Cinnamon is my favorite spice, you know?" She laughed at my comment but apparently caught my meaning instantly. Interesting... Fifteen minutes later Maeve came back and joined us for the movie, wearing her old tee-shirt. "I guess I was right to skip the party, " she said, smiling as she sat down beside us "or I would have lost our little bet, isn't it right Julia?" "Perhaps..." she simply replied. "But even so, he's yours Maeve, all yours." When Maeve realized that Julia was not talking about their little game but about something much more important, her smile disappeared. She looked at me then, completely serious. Meeting her stare, I simply grabbed her hand in mine and squeezed her fingers twice. She knew what it meant. After a while she smiled and leaned her head against my shoulder. Softly, she said: "Can anyone start the movie?" Julia did. It was strange. Two hours not listening to a movie. I don't think anyone listened to it, not even Julia. We simply needed an excuse to be there, together, while something was slowly setting down on me and Maeve. And in a very real sense, on Julia too. Who knew what would happen between the three of us, how it would all fit together? All I can say is that I that I'm eager to find out! Julia left us alone as the movie ended, still unwatched. She kissed both Maeve and me on the mouth, long open-mouthed kisses. She bade us a good night with a soft smile then left for her room. Maeve looked at me in the post-movie darkness. It's strange how plans can sometimes turn completely useless. For this moment, I had planned to give her a long massage, progressively removing her clothing until she was nude. Then I would have done the same with my boxers and tee-shirt. After that I would have begun to touch her more and more intimately until we would be making love. The look in her eyes told me that this kind of play was not going to be necessary. I would still give her a massage, but it's primary objective would be quite clear. In silence Maeve got up and went to her room. She came back with a bottle of oil, three candles and a CD: Dervish's Spirit. After turning the little lamplight off, she lighted the candles, put on the CD and turned to face me. With our gazes still locked, she slowly removed the band that held her ponytail and let her hair flow freely on her back. A few flicks of her head and they had spread all over her back and shoulders. She crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed her tee-shirt. It leisurely revealed that she had no panties on as her pussy and bush came into view, then it confirmed that she had had no bra either. Two massive breasts of womanhood dawned in the room. She offered me a small smile then, standing motionless in front of me. Then a quick laugh and she threw me the oil bottle. Laughing with her I discarded my own clothing and opened the futon. When I got up, I took her hand to guide her to the bed. Lying on her belly, she moved her hair away again, letting me enjoy her neck and back unobstructed. Reaching for the bottle, I poured the oil generously again and covered both her legs. Beginning at the feet, I slowly moved up her calves. Then I straddled one of her legs and began a deep muscle massage. With her legs opened to accommodate me, her pussy was clearly visible between her buttocks, even in the dim light. Perfectly shameless, I stared at her pussy and buttocks. Even though the temptation is extreme, I didn't even touch her buttocks, trying my best to wait a little bit longer. I did the same treatment to her second leg and finished by giving both her legs long caressing effleurages. Closing her legs after that, I straddled her upper thigh and poured oil all over her back and buttocks. Sliding my hands all the way up her back, I began by softening her shoulders and neck. Widening my strokes carefully, I moved down to her shoulder blades and kept on massaging her back. After moving to the side of her ribs, I slid down to her hips, before going back up the same path and coming down a little closer to the middle of her back. I repeated this process many times before reaching her backbone. There, I stayed longer, going up and down in smooth, deep kneading motions or little steps in massaging each vertebra. I then moved back up to her shoulders and followed a similar pattern all the way down. Then starting from her buttocks I moved upwards, and pause at every inch, giving her back a complete massage. When I reached her neck once more, I carefully massaged every little muscle and tendon. I then spread this delicate massage all the way down her neck to her shoulders, softening the large muscles of her higher back. Moving back down, I used my palms to rub and stretch her muscles one more time. I invited her, then, to lie on her back. As I had known she didn't even hesitate before turning around, even if it meant displaying and offering me most of her intimate treasures. I lovingly moved her hair to her side as to not hinder my massage. Kneeling beside her, I reach for the oil bottle and fill my palm with it. After letting it warm a little, I spread it between both my hands and begin to spread it across her shoulders and breasts. My erection was quite obvious now that she's on her back and I did spend a little more time than necessary on her breasts: Maeve was simply smiling softly with her eyes closed. I don't know how she was feeling, but I was in heaven: the knowledge that this night was not simply an erotic massage made everything dream-like. Her breasts in my palms, offered to me as gifts, were not to me forgotten either... With another dose of oil, I moved down to her stomach, sides and mound. When my hand curved impishly around her pussy her smile deepened and she spread her legs even more to accommodate me. But I quickly moved back up to make sure the oil is everywhere, teasing both her and me. When I pulled my hand away from the warmth of her pussy, my eyes poured in to replace it, enjoying the cleanly trimmed mound and shaved lips. I managed to tear my eyes away and came back up to kneel just beside her chest. There I began to massage her upper arms and shoulders. Slowly, taking more than enough time, I tried my best to squeeze, pinch and push all the tension away. While I did so, I asked her to take long, deep breaths. As she did, I kept massaging her as deeply as I could. Moving down, I couldn't resist a smile as I cupped both her breasts in my hands. She knew I loved them; I've told her more than enough times even in friendship! Squeezing one of those breasts in both my hands, I knelt down and blew slightly on one of her nipples. This opened her eyes and she looked at me: she simply nodded. Covering the remaining inch, I twirled my tongue around the nipple once, before planting a wet kiss on the little pink flower. This kiss raised a small giggle from her, but she didn't move. Bending down further, I offered the same twirl and kiss to the other one. When I finished the sideway massage of her beautiful breasts, I straddled her waist and began to give them the best up and down massage they ever had. To my great displeasure (yeah right, you believe me don't you?), I couldn't help but feel simple, lustful caresses entwining with my massage. I felt her nipples hardening under my touch and let them slide between my open fingers. I then squeezed them between my first two fingers before seizing most of her generous breasts in my hands. A song or two later on the CD (as close as I can guess at least), I managed to widen my strokes and moved down from those breasts. Moving back to her side, I began to delicately massage her ribs, belly and sides. Since there is not much muscle there, I quickly move down. Before even touching her thighs and hips, I took one of her legs and opened it wider than it already was. I didn't have any massage excuse: I simply wanted to see her pussy. The small giggle I heard told me that she understood this perfectly... I then concentrated my efforts on her hips and upper thighs. With her legs nicely shaved, I met no resistance while I massaged her long, leanly muscled thigh. Reaching down to where her hip becomes her buttock, I come all the way around and up to her thigh and then down to her knee. Stealing occasional glances at her displayed pussy, I tried my best to focus on her legs. Now moving back closer to her foot, I raised her knee before continuing my massage towards her calf. We're both conscious, of course, that this raised knee opened her pussy even more to my delighted eyes. Normally I guess that she would have been shy about this explicit exhibition. But tonight, I think she understood what we were sharing. This night was as much a celebration of our years of friendship than the changing nature of our relationship. My admiration for her beauty has been one of the dominating constants of our relation. Since the first time I saw her up to this night, I've been admiring and her body. Sometimes openly, sometimes not. She has not always been comfortable with this, but tonight has changed something. It's shamelessly now that I stare at her splayed open pussy, marveling at this beauty I had never seen until a few days ago. I then moved to her other leg and made a similar path, from her hip to her feet. After finishing her second leg, I kneel down between them and wait a few seconds, staring at her once again. To my great surprise and pleasure, she surprised me with her boldness: she opened her legs and bends her knees. I saw the obvious smile on her face: she wanted to give something back to me after the massage and she dared to do so much. Bending down, I placed my head a few inches away from her pussy and loosed myself in her pussy. I couldn't describe what I was feeling right now, staring at her many and intricate folds. Unable to resist, I leaned forward a bit and kissed those lips. After letting my tongue go up and down her slit a few times, I gave her a large, open-mouthed kiss and find her clit for a few well-deserved caresses. But just as I was about to pull away, not wanting to overstay my welcome so fast, I felt her hand on the back of my head. Surprised, I opened my eyes and look up at her. She was looking down at me with a smile, clearly expecting an orgasm in the following minutes. More than happy to comply... Heck, enraptured to comply, I dove down again and did my best to give her the pleasure she had asked of me. While my tongue worked its best over, between, under or around her many lips, I felt her beginning to enjoy my ministrations. Twisting and turning around my mouth, she began to moan in sync with my tongue. All of a sudden, she clamped her legs around my head, completely ignoring the oil on her thighs and the mess it's going to make in my hair. Since I'd first dropped a drop of that oil on her earlier, we'd been constantly making love. Way before any penetration, it's clearly love that we were consuming. And now, seeing her as free as she can be, I knew it was going to burn as deeply as it could. The New Apartment Ch. 04 Sister Kate seemed to be having some difficulties as we made our way back to my apartment. "It's too cold," she complained. I looked her over. "At this moment it is the middle of winter and the sun is just barely showing. You should have dressed for the weather." "I'm supposed to stay in the church. I haven't been out so early before." We walked a little further. A stiff breeze blew through and her teeth started to chatter. "Could I borrow your coat?" she asked me timidly. "I'm practically naked under here," I said, "What did you actually do while I was waiting?" "I had to leave a note, I couldn't just disappear." I considered the evidence. "So did you put your panties back on before we left?" No response. Eventually we arrived at my building. The elevator wasn't working but we somehow managed to make our way up to the correct floor without notice. I silently thanked my lucky stars. Inside the apartment there was no sign of life, my sister Felicity must have been still sound asleep in my bed. I carelessly tossed my coat to the floor and let the cool air flow across my nearly naked body. Kate sat down on the couch and stared at me, "So what are we doing here?" she asked. "I'm hosting a party." She examined the room, "Would you like me to help you prepare? Did you buy any decorations?" I let out a small laugh, "Don't worry about that sort of thing, I think we'll be spending most of our time in the bedroom." She blushed deeply, "It is just the two of us?" The buzzer next to the front door went off at that moment. I ignored Sister Kate and answered the call. "Excuse me," came a voice though the speaker, "Is this Maria's apartment?" "It sure is. You're Samantha right? I'll let you up." "Just a second," interrupted Samantha, "There's another women here." "I'll let you both up." Shortly there were two more people seated on the couch. An awkward silence descended upon us. "So," started Samantha, "Can I get an introduction?" "Oh, right. I'll start with you: We met at a late night movie if I remember correctly." "Met is putting it lightly," She gave a nod to the others, "I'm Samantha, by the way." "The tanned blonde in the gray suit is my boss, Lara." Lara also nodded but refrained from saying anything. "The young lady wearing the habit is Sister Kate. Last of all my sister Felicity is asleep in the next room. Are we all done now?" "That's everyone?" asked Samantha. "I was hoping someone else would turn up, but we can get started without her." I turned toward my bedroom, "Follow me." I led the others in to the my room. Felicity sat up and covered herself with a pillow as we entered. "What's going on here?" she asked. "We're having a party." "Maybe you and I should have a talk first?" "Don't worry about last night, everything will become clear very soon. Just be patient for the moment. I exited the room, then returned shortly with a sturdy wooden chair from the spare room. I placed it down in front of the bed, facing the curious crowd. "This will do nicely," I said. "Jessica, are you here with us?" A soft voice floated through the room, "I'm here Maria." Felicity and Kate both looked at me with confusion. "Jessica, who would you like to have first?" There was some muttering around the room, but nobody dared to interrupt. "I want to try your sister again," the voice replied. "Try? Again? Who is that?" asked Felicity, "What are you going to do with me?" I smiled and calmly helped her out of bed, pressing my lips against her ear. "Don't worry," I whispered soothingly, "Just do this for me. I promise you'll be fine." My fingers deftly slid off her panties, leaving her in a white button-up shirt and nothing else. I led her to the chair and gently sat her down. All eyes were fixed on Felicity. She blushed and carefully crossed her legs. I smiled. Instantly her legs were forced apart. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed. Felicity reached down to cover her shame, "There's something there! Between my legs!" She struggled against the invisible force. Sister Kate made a motion to help her but I silently shook my head. Felicity's opened her mouth to say something but only managed a squeak of surprise. Her eyes widened and her toes curled against the floorboards. "Shit." she muttered, "What the hell is doing that? It's pretty good." Her head fell back and she spread her legs a little. The top button of her shirt popped loose. Samantha and Lara exchanged a knowing look. Felicity started to moan and writhe around. Another button popped off; her gorgeous breasts were exposed to our prying eyes. Her ass struggled to find a comfortable position, she was losing control. "Oh, right there!" she moaned. "How is it sis?" I asked. It took her a minute to respond, "A-amazing, it feels so amazing!" From my vantage point it certainly looked amazing. Unable to resist any longer, Felicity arched her back in pleasure and a long guttural moan escaped from her mouth. I helped her off of the chair and on to the bed, Kate's eyes peeked at the swollen pussy lips in front of her. "Samantha," I said, "Step up." Samantha willingly took her place on the chair, handing me her lacy white panties in my hand as she passed by. "The seat is so wet," she noted as she sat, "It's so exciting!" She let out a soft giggle. Her miniskirt was hiked up around her waist, but she didn't seem to be worried about privacy at the time. Samantha seemed confident, but she was clearly not prepared for the oral onslaught. As she sat there enjoying the feeling between her legs her calm demeanor quickly faded. "Oh yeah! It's even better than last time," she commented. In a bout of passion she reached out to the invisible head between her thighs, but she there was nothing for her to touch. The room stayed silent outside Samantha's moans and the drip of cum on the floor. There was a whimper and she exploded with pleasure. Jessica continued. I tried to count the orgasms but it became hard to tell when one would would end and another begin. Every orgasm made Samantha louder and more desperate for more. Finally it was over, Samantha was moved on to the bed next to my sister. Lara lurched forward, flinging her black silk panties in my direction. Almost instantly she was moaning. She lifted her feet up on to the edge of the seat and kept her legs spread. "So fucking good," she said through clenched teeth. On the bed Felicity was kissing her way down Samantha's body. Sister Kate's attention passed back and forth between the two sensual scenes. Lara was so worked up she was quickly on the brink of her first orgasm. Her face was flushed and there was a sheen of sweat across her skin. She screamed out as she climaxed, Felicity and Samantha arranged themselves in to a sixty-nine. "You naughty girls," panted Lara. The temperature in the small room rose as the orgy continued, I had to take off even my flimsy underwear. I softly pinched at my erect nipples as I watched. Kate was sweating as she awaited her turn on the chair. Lara was bought to orgasm several times by Jessica's talented tongue and by the time it was over she was too tired to stand. I helped get her get back to the bed. The sixty-nine halted and the two participants made their way down to Lara's pussy together. I looked at Kate. "Err... would you mind if I sat this one out?" she asked in a tiny voice. I shook my head. There was a sudden burst of movement from the other three ladies, Kate was violently stripped of her clothing and dragged to the chair. She struggled to escape but Felicity and Samantha each grabbed an arm and pressed down on a shoulder. Jessica's voice floated through the room. "A struggle? I love a little resistance." Kate's eyes widened and she fought even harder, but I could see the pleasure eating away at her defences. Her breaths became shorter and more ragged. "This is so wrong," she moaned, "Let go of me!" Felicity loosened her grip, but before Kate could react there were a soft pair of lips wrapped around one of her nipples; Samantha wasted no time in taking the other one. "You have to let me go! Oh Jesus forgive me, it's so good!" I stroked her cheek, "Just enjoy yourself." Lara on her knees in front of the chair. I gently pushed her head forward until her face met the throbbing pussy; she understood straight away and began to lap at it. "Oh God," Kate said between breaths, "This is so wrong... don't stop!" I fingered myself slowly as the erotic scene played out. Kate came with a shudder but the others didn't let up for a second. She continued to twist and shift her weight but couldn't escape the four tongues caressing her. I came as she shook with her second orgasm. The group dragged her to the bed and devolved in to anarchy. I let them continue the orgy for a while, but there was something missing. "Sorry," I called out, "This is going great so far, but we're still short one person." Felicity raised her face from a wet pussy and looked quizzically at me. "Who?" she asked. "A friend from work, Kairi." "Kairi Marley?" Lara manage to squeeze out between deep breaths, "I think she's staying with her mother, I have the address." "Well then, how about we pay a little visit to the Marley family?" The New Apartment Ch. 04 After many long minutes, repeatedly locked and freed from her thighs, I felt her body beginning to spasm and twitch more heavily. Seconds later, I heard and felt her loud moans of pleasure as she climaxed and gushed against my mouth. Good Gods, she tasted so delicious! I lapped like a thirsty dog for as long as I could before she pushed me away, her pussy now too sensitive. Straightening a bit, I began to massage her thighs, tummy and breasts again, letting her calm down from her first orgasm. When I heard her taking a deep breath and letting out a long sigh, I stopped and rose up over her. When my cock nestled itself against her pussy, careful not to slip in but instead to slide over, Maeve was still panting. Her eyes were still closed. She was surprised for a moment when I kissed her, but when she began to match my passion something exploded, bloomed, blossomed... (Take your pick... How can you ask me to described something like this: I was sharing with Maeve our first kiss. We've been close to each other for many years, sharing joys and pain, happiness and sadness more often than I could begin to count. And in a few days we learned that a door we had kept closed could now be opened. And we were. That's what this kiss was all about.) Then something more crept up beside that love, friendship and passion: lust. For the first time since we met, we were about to let lust flow freely. And I was feeling it in her arms and legs, which were all wrapped around me with all the strength she could muster. I felt her pussy slipping up and down against my cock, fiercely trying to take it all the way inside her. But then a shared memory popped in my head, something we had shared a few years ago. We discovered one night, very late, that we had the same favorite position. So I simply whispered in her ear: "Turn around on your belly." Apparently she understood what I had in mind immediately because her eyes shot wide open and she relaxed her hold on me. I moved off of her and let her turn around on her stomach. This time she kept her legs closed but she added something new: her hips and thighs rose up, arching her ass into simple, pure lewdness. And since she had propped herself on her elbows, the curve of her lower back, ass and thighs was, in simple terms, immoral. Glistening in the candlelight, she turned her head towards me and waited with a smile even more sinful than her ass was right now. I slid my hand between her buttocks to cup her pussy in my hand, spreading oil on her lips and inside her hole. I then proceeded to coat my cock with more oil. After replacing the bottle on the floor, I mounted her thighs with my own legs outside of hers. I leaned forward, placed my left hand beside her left elbow and began to nibble her ear. She purred. As simple as that. My right hand grabbed my cock and pushed it down against her raised ass. Taking my time I slid the glans all over her buttocks, already feeling the electricity. When I pushed it in her cleft I moved it downwards slowly, neither skipping or hurrying when I brushed against her anus: another secret we had shared on that special night years ago. But it would have to wait for later. Still, I was pleased to hear her take a sharp intake of breath when I pushed my cock against this alternate opening. But for now my goal was another inch lower. When I felt her lips opening around my cock, slippery with oil and her juices, it was my turn to breathe sharply: she was burning hot. The short in and out motions I allowed myself nearly drove me crazy, so I stopped. I leaned back up. Then, raising my right knee from the futon, I extended my leg and placed my foot close to her right hand: this would give me ample room to do what we both had in mind. Satisfied that my cock was now safely inside her I let it go and placed my right hand on her hip. A bit rudely I pulled her hip upwards even more. This, in turn, pushed my cock deeper inside her and gave me the best position and angle possible. Then I slipped this hand from her hips to her breasts, squeezing it hard in my hand. Leaning back down to her shoulder and ear, I told her: "I'm not going to last long..." "Me neither," she replied between quick breaths "just fuck me!" With a full body movement, I drove my cock as deep inside her as I could: a long forward flex of my lower back, a push forward with my leg that had a knee on the futon, a pull with the other one and a matching pull from the hand on her breast. She was impaled. And she was kissing me like a succubus. She had twisted her body a bit after my first thrust and she had turned her head all the way to the left, meeting my lips. And then we began to fuck away all the teasing we had shared. I must have looked like a great cat mounting its mate, with a curved back and deep thrusting drives. I don't know how long it took us to reach climax, but I'm not sure we even made it to thirty deep penetrations... She suddenly broke the kiss and shouted (she actually shouted!): "Cum inside me!" And I did. It seemed as though I came for as long as we fucked, filling and overfilling her pussy with cum. Her breasts in my hand, her mouth back on mine, the smell of her all over me and my cock deep inside her pussy. It was magnificent. When I could manage to keep the position alive, we reverted to a classic doggy style to let our climaxes spend themselves fully. Looking at her pussy, between the cheeks of her ass, accepting my cock's thrusts was a sight I'll never forget. When we couldn't even manage that, we crumbled on the futon, my cock still inside her, softening slowly. She grabbed my arm when I leaned against her shoulder and held me close. We were still spasming from our shared orgasm and I sincerely believe that we were glowing right then. When this passed, I moved off and slid down her glistening body. Kissing her buttocks lightly, I knew that I was tickling her and soon she began to giggle. Uncontrollably in fact. She tasted a bit of almond oil but most of all she tasted like Maeve, a girl I've been dreaming about for years. Letting my tongue have all the fun, I started down from her buttock all the way up to her shoulder, over skin and through her mane of dark hair. She tasted incredible... I wanted to eat her completely, chew off a bite: she tasted so good! Then, laughing, she turned around and nestled me once again in the trap of her arms, legs and pussy. My cock was still semi hard but nowhere near hard enough to push it back in. But then she whispered: "Suck on my breasts Loa." Grinning, I moved down a bit and did so with the greatest of pleasures. To my surprise, after a few laps around both her breasts, I felt the head of my cock poking against her thigh: her breasts had brought me back to life! So we fucked again after that first maniacal feast of friendship, love, passion and lust. Much slower and so much deeper. For the first time in my life I think, I kissed her without stopping until we came again. Well, after she came for a fourth time... (So what? You don't believe me? Ask her then...) Crashing down upon her I fell asleep immediately. When I woke up I saw that Julia was sitting there right beside us, naked. Maeve was still sleeping under me. My movements woke her up though and she smiled at me, then at Julia. We were spent and minutes away from drifting away for the night. But Julia only leaned forward, kissed me and Maeve and told us: "You were wonderful you two. Have a good night sleep now..." And she left. We left too, moving to Maeve's bed for the night. (Sorry guys, no end-of-story reflections today. We just crashed on her bed and slept until noon. If you really want to know something: I dreamed that night. One short dream: I dreamed that I was being born. Strange, isn't it?) The New Apartment Ch. 05 Hello everyone! This is Maeve. Loa is still sleeping like a log in my room. He told me about this peculiar journal he's been keeping since coming here and has even let me read it. I must admit right away that most of it is real, at least from his point of view... You've been missing a few things in his story, but I guess I'll take this opportunity to fill you in a bit as to my own point of view. Here's what happened since last night... After we moved to my own room and fell upon my bed, we slept a dreamless night. We woke up at eleven this morning and took a shower... (Smiles) I'll skip this part, as he might want to write about it later on. Julia was nowhere to be seen, so as much as we would have liked to invite her in, we spent that shower alone together... Believe me, we managed to have fun anyway! Oh, by the way, everything Loa placed in Julia's mouth in his last part is true: we do share lovers and often at the same time. It caused problems with a guy once, but since that sad episode we always made sure to get things cleared out first. So when Loa told me about his near encounter with Julia last night before I came back, I wasn't upset at all: Julia knew that I had my eyes and heart set on him so would have made that clear with Loa. Let's keep moving... Since I know just how much he likes my hair, I asked him to help me to dry my hair after the shower. It. Was. Fun! I think this is going to turn into an every-morning-ritual! (This too I'm going to leave it to him...) When we returned to my room afterwards, Loa fell back on the bed, exhausted again. (I think it was my fault: I did ask him to take another strange position...) But now I was hoping that he had something left in him and I wanted to see if I was right. So after putting another Celtic CD on, I grabbed another bottle of oil, walked up to him and knelt on the bed between his legs. Pulling his ass to the edge of the bed, I knelt down on the floor between them. When he raised his head with a half smile on his face, I told him to simply lay down and enjoy. Which he did, with a small laugh. His cock was quite soft now, which is perfectly understandable. But I had something in mind. When I placed my hands on his thighs, I told him that I had been wanting to do that for a long time. I had seen him naked once, a year and a half ago, when we went to a cabin in the woods with a bunch of friends. The third morning, sure that he was the only one awake; he had gone skinny dipping in the nearby lake. Too curious to let such an occasion pass by, I had followed him there and watched him swim around and sunbathe in the morning sun. I nearly decided to join him but he had something of a girlfriend back then (a weird relationship, that), and so I didn't do it. Even though I had only seen his cock as placid as it was now, I had liked it at first glance! I know this may sound funny, but that's what happens when you have a cock fetish. This may wound completely absurd for most of you, but Loa is far from the only one with fetishes around here. As a matter of fact, I'm looking forward to his discovering Julia's number one fetish! Just to see the look in his eyes! Anyway, that'll probably come up in another story... He hummed his agreement when I told him about having wanted to do this for a long time. His cock twitched a bit, clearly in agreement too! Oil-less for now, I rubbed his thighs and got closer and closer to his cock and balls. This is where I would start. With my left thumb, I grazed his balls softly. Up and down while my other hand was still caressing his thigh. Then my other thumb joined in, pushing the first one all the way up his cock. The blood was starting to pour in: I knew he had it in him! With my fingertips now I teased the underside of his shaft as I circled his ball-sack with my other hand. When my index finger and thumb gently closed in, I pulled down slowly. This pulled his cock up against my other, waiting hand. When I closed my hand around his shaft and squeezed, Loa moaned for the first time. And now that he was nearly hard, I released his balls and pushed my thumb beneath it to that secret spot just above his anus. Still holding his cock in my left hand, I pushed my right thumb against that little private spot and felt his cock moving slightly in my hand. When you love cocks, you learn that the erection goes all the way down there. When the guy you're working on doesn't know it himself, the surprise can do wonders. And apparently Loa wasn't aware of his own, longer root. Even though the pushes only made very small movements, I knew the feelings were quite intense. But now that he was fully hard, we were both going to have a lot more fun! I let go of his cock and placed both my hands on his abdomen, returning some of his earlier caresses. "Now that you're all hard for me, I'm going to thank you for that massage yesterday..." Forming the classic "OK" sign with my left hand, I wrapped it around the middle of his shaft. Pulling it upwards I began to stroke him a little more vigorously. "I can't wait to have you in my mouth, can't wait to taste you Loa... But first I'm going to have to tease a great climax from your cock." So I did. As far as his skin allowed (he was not circumcised so I had a little more room to move), I pulled my firm "OK" sign from the bottom of his glans to the base of his cock. Sometimes I moved up or down to focus more on the base or the crown. But not his head yet. By now he had placed a pillow under his head and was looking at me. Looking back up I smiled. I enjoyed this and wanted him to know it: experience told me that sometimes this was enough to trigger a climax. For some reason, guys love girls that love to suck cock. Weird isn't it? I knew Loa loved more than just a girl that love to suck cock. So, transforming my "OK" into a full finger grasp, I held his cock firmly in my left hand and straightened up on my knees between his legs. In as fluid a movement as I could manage, I pushed out my breasts and swung them from left to right a few times. At the same time, I swished my newly dried hair in the opposite direction before letting them fall down partly on my breast and partly on my back. With my eyes half closed I whispered: "I'm sure you still have something in those balls and I want it. I want to drink it all, so I won't stop until I'm satisfied." I didn't fully understand the look in his eyes when I said this, but I think he enjoyed my determination. (Smiles) Putting my right thumb in my mouth I coated its tip with saliva. When I pressed it back against the delicate place where the skin attaches to the glans, Loa closed his eyes again. Softly and slowly at first I began to rub my thumb up and down that "V" spot. Gradually I switched to small circles that grew slowly. As I did, I was still squeezing his shaft and pulling it upwards and downwards a bit. I stopped after the first full-thumb circle across his entire head. He had begun to moan again but I really wanted to build something big... Reaching down for the oil bottle, some things need a bit more lubrication than others... While holding his cock loosely I poured some oil on my left palm and then told him to watch out. He barely had time to look at me before crying out in pure, unexpected pleasure. He did so because as soon as my other hand came back I moved both of them really fast up and down his cock and all over and around his glans. Electric shocks sparked through his entire body and he jerked around for the few seconds it took me to coat him fully. Moaning now with his mouth open, he was trying to fuck my hands. Alas, I had let go of his cock completely. When I saw him smiling with his eyes still closed, I knew that he was getting into the game. (What? I had warned him about teasing! And I even told him to watch out...) Grabbing the oil bottle once again, I told him to look up: "While I let your wild cock calm down, I'm going to take care of me..." With both hands filled with oil, I placed them on my breasts and proceeded to cover them completely. Massaging and caressing, both the breasts themselves and their nipples, I enjoyed my own hands for a minute or two. During this time, his eyes bulged out and nearly grew as big as my breasts! Whipping my hair back from my shoulders a few times also helped... Kneeling a bit lower, I pulled his cock upwards. At the same time I pushed my right breasts toward it and pushed it out with my hand. The oil on his cock and on my breast turned this simple caress into a fetishist's dream: he loved my breasts nearly as much as I loved his cock. So both our fetishes were making love to each other! When I made my nipple circle around the head of his cock he began moaning again. A few happy slaps of his meat later and he was laughing through his moans. I don't know how many times I've done this to my various boyfriends in the past, but it always gives me powerful thrills... Always. Then, alternating between caresses, slaps and a good old squashing of my breasts on his cock, I quickly brought him back to another peak. His moans were getting more frantic and I really didn't want to make him cum so fast. I hadn't even tasted him yet! So before things got out of control I slowly stopped and let his cock fall back on his belly. Leaning down I began to lick and kiss his balls. Fun for both of us but as yet no threat to a climax. With my tongue I moved up his shaft a few times, but I kept my tongue sharp, careful not to over -stimulate him. Kissing the glans a few times I moved back down to his balls once more. After a few more minutes like this, my hands having joined in, I sucked one of his balls in my mouth. As delicately as I could I swirled my tongue all over it and pulled it away from his body until I felt resistance. I knew he was loving every second of if, but this was only supposed to be a pause... So I released his ball and slipped back up, careful to let my breasts slide over his balls as I did. Resting my breasts on the place where his legs meet, I pulled his cock upwards until it's nestled against my sternum. Leaning forward, I grabbed both my breasts and wrapped them around him and held them firmly there. Looking up to meet his kid-at-Christmas expression, I asked him if he was ready. He nodded expectantly, as you may have guessed. This time I didn't start up slow to let things build up and on... If I did that, he would cum too soon. I simply began to fuck his cock with my breasts as if this was the only thing that would save his life. He shouted out loud when I began and cried out to his gratitude to his merciful Gods. He was not alone in these devilishly naughty prayers of thanks: the feeling of his shaft in the cleft of my breasts was wonderful... I could distinctly feel his glans plowing my flesh apart in a perfect combination of lubrication and friction. My breasts were pulled upwards between my hands with each of my downward movements, the soft skin of his head caressing my own skin wonderfully. Then as the oil allowed my breasts to slide down, hugging his shaft, I could feel his hardness against me. The feelings were glorious and I was having the time of my life trying to find new ways to use pressure: pressing when I began moving up gave off a completely different effect than the opposite. Holding him firmly, I was even able to twist my body slightly to the left and right, adding some small twisting motions to it all... It was marvelous. Completely marvelous...I knew there was about a hundred other things I could have done with my mouth but by now we were both completely sexed-up and about to go crazy... Leaning down I took him in my mouth and gradually released my breasts to suck him deeper. He tasted great, a delicious mix of his own taste and that of sweet almond oil... But right now I only wanted to suck him off, make him cum in my mouth. At this point he sat up and allowed me to pull his cock lower towards me: I nearly deep-throated him... I was maybe two inches away from sinking his entire shaft in my mouth. This would have to wait for another time and another, more comfortable position. Pulling out for a brief second I told him to fuck my mouth. Which he did. Grabbing my head and twinning his fingers in my hair he began to guide my head as well as to thrust upwards. I now had both my hands on his hips but I pulled one down to my pussy: I must have dripped a huge spot on the floor because I was seconds away from a climax. This always happens: I just love cock too much! After a few clit-mashing circles, I was surprised when one of his hands left my head. I understood why a second later: using it for balance, he began to thrust harder against my mouth. (Let me get this straight: he was not mauling me... Nor hurting me: Loa's not a brute. But we were exploring the limits of our passion right now and it was fantastic!) And then I felt it: the tightening of his balls and the imminent blast of cum. Something inexplicable happened then and we both surprised each other at the same time. He was, of course, pulling me against his cock quite strongly, but while letting me enjoy an easy breathing. But when I felt him hitting my throat I took a deep breath and raised myself a bit high on my knees. The two remaining inches disappeared with the help of his hand on my head. He spurted deep inside me and I was going into a frenzy. I climaxed as if in a trance, with his cock lodge as deep in my throat as it would ever go. I was climaxing and leaving him in perfect control of my breathing. It was long, he filled me with everything he had before releasing me. After I took two deep breaths and noticed that my entire body was aflame with pleasure, he pushed me against him once more, opening my throat and reaching its depths once more. My nose was mashed against his pubic hair and I was loving it as much as he was. When he released me again I was more in control and deep-throated him myself. This time I fucked him with my throat instead of simply taking him deep. Even though his climax was already spent he kept trashing all around me. My fingers were still dancing a spirited salsa on my clit and with the welcomed presence of his cock in my throat, I was beginning to believe that I would never come down from this climax. I don't know how many times I pushed him out to breathe before diving back all the way down. My tongue was having fun with the underside of his cock and even sometimes his balls while I had him in my throat... By the end he was leaning forward to grab and caress my breasts. Each time he pinched or pulled at my nipples I felt another spark of that climax spreading all the way through my body. Never in my life had I felt such an orgasm: not the strongest perhaps, but the most thrilling and clearly the weirdest... I had never felt comfortable with deep-throating a cock this size but now it seemed as if it gave me more pleasures than my fingers on my clit. I had to stop at some point. When I did he pulled me up on the bed and into his arms. Sweaty and oily we wrapped up our arms and legs and tried to come down from our mutual climax-trips. I'm not sure if he had such a powerful and incredible time as I did... But for me it was an eye and mind opener: something was happening when I had Loa's cock in my mouth. And I wanted to know more about it, wanted to have his cock in my throat again. Soon. Very soon in fact. So Loa, when you'll read that story, come and see me and I'll try to see if I can spark some life into that cock of yours once more... Soon!!! The New Apartment Ch. 05 In the back of my mind I knew I was way over the line, but I was finding it harder to resist my lustful urges. Lara gave me the address and we had split into two groups. Sister Kate rode with me while Lara, Samantha and Felicity took a separate cab. Their cab pulled out first, we followed. As we travelled downtown I felt increasingly anxious. The orgy at my apartment was one thing, but I had no idea what we were going to do now. Suddenly there was a sultry voice in my ear, Jessica. "Don't worry," she whispered, "This is going to be great." "This is so wrong," I said. I looked over at Sister Kate. She had slipped back into her habit but looked even more dishevelled. More importantly, I could see the confusion in her eyes. "Don't worry about her," said Jessica, "She looks upset, but she's still wet where it counts." "We can't do this." Silence. The cabs had moved into traffic and had slowed down considerably. "Can you see the other cab in front of us?" asked Jessica. "I'm not blind." "Look inside." I focused on the other cab. Something was wrong. Felicity! The other two were there, but I couldn't see my sister in the back seat. As I searched for her I noticed that the driver was taking every chance to peek at his passengers. Lara was sitting on the left, her head was lying back on the seat. Samantha was talking to her. Suddenly Felicity's head rose from below. She and Samantha shared a passionate kiss. Once they were finished Felicity ducked down again, this time in front of Samantha. My sister was going down on my boss and a near stranger! No wonder their driver was so interested! I idly wondered how much it took to convince my sis to do that. Maybe she was an exhibitionist and I never noticed? I glanced back at Sister Kate. She seemed to have calmed down, she had a hand up under the bottom of her habit. We eventually arrived at Kairi's building. I paid our driver and told him not to wait. The guy in the other cab didn't want any money, he told me the show was payment enough. I had a feeling he would be taking a break soon so he could relieve himself. The front door to the building was unlocked. We hurried inside and squeezed into an elevator together, on the way up Lara and Felicity shared a few passionate kisses. We arrived, and the others stood back as I knocked on Kairi's door. "Who's there?" came an unfamiliar voice. "Is this Kairi Marley's apartment?" I asked. The door opened. "Kairi lives with me. I'm her mother, Anne." Anne wasn't exactly young, but time had been kind to her. She was wearing a long skirt and a gray sweater that was just tight enough to show off her massive breasts. Her dark black hair was tied into a sensible ponytail, leaving her sweet features completely visible. The expression on her face told me this might be a hard sell. "It's a little late for visitors," she said. "We're friends." "She's in bed right now." Lara stepped forward, "That's fine, we'd like to talk to you if we could." Anne looked us over then reluctantly stepped back, I led the group inside. There weren't enough seats for everybody, Felicity graciously offered to stand. "So," said Anne, "What is this about?" I opened my mouth to reply but was interrupted by Samantha. "On your knees," she ordered Felicity. My sister knelt down in front of Samantha, spread her knees and started casually eating her out. Anne's eyes nearly popped out of her head, but she didn't say anything. Without a word Sister Kate made her way over to Lara and also got down on her knees. Lara let out a soft sigh, "You aren't looking away? Enjoy the show." Anne stayed silent. "So," said Lara, "Are you into women?" "I'm married," answered Anne. "And yet you can't look away." Anne blushed, but continued to watch the lewd scenes. "Why don't we help Anne?" Lara said. Sister Kate and Felicity got up and made their way over to the stunned mother. The two women carefully stripped off Anne's sweater, revealing a cotton shirt without a bra. In seconds the pair of mouths were licking at the twin orbs through the thin material. Anne's mouth hung open. "It's good, isn't it?" asked Lara. Anne nodded. A flurry of hands began roaming beneath Anne's skirt. She let out a ragged breath and arched her back in response. Suddenly it was over. Anne's face was dripping in lust. "Do you want more?" Lara asked. Anne nodded again. "I have a wicked idea," I said, "I think we should test her." "Anne," said Samantha, "If you want to be eaten, first you will have to eat." "Who?" I asked. Silence. Lara grinned, "How about we make her eat Kairi?" Anne shook her head. "Well I guess we could just go?" Lara said. Anne's eyes flashed for a second, then she appeared to collapse in on herself. "My daughter?" "Yes!" said Lara. Anne stood and reluctantly led us to Kairi's room. We entered silently, leaving the light off for the moment. Inside Lara carefully peeled back the blankets. Kairi was wearing a long shirt that left a clear outline of her body beneath. Anne climbed onto the end of the bed and sat there. "Eat," ordered Lara. Anne very slowly lifted her daughters shirt, revealing Kairi's long toned legs and lacy panties. Kairi muttered, but didn't awaken. Anne seemed reluctant, so Lara moved in and took the panties off. I could feel every eye in the room focusing on the area between those innocent thighs. Lara gently grabbed Anne's ponytail and pushed her face down. Anne stuck out her tongue and gingerly licked at her daughters pussy lips. The room was silent as the hot mother gently ate her daughter out. Kairi slowly responded to the oral attention she was recieving. Her breathing sped up, and as the licking intensified Kairi began grinding her hips into her mother's face. Several members of my little group were now openly masturbating as they watched the erotic scene play out. Suddenly Kairi opened her eyes. Anne stopped. "Mom? Wh-what are you doing?" Kairi asked groggily. Anne looked over to Lara, then back to her sexy daughter. "Can't you tell? I'm a dirty slut and I'm eating out my daughter." Kairi opened her mouth, probably to complain, but her mother interrupted her by resuming her actions. "Mom, this is so wrong... oh God you have to stop before you make me come..." Kairi reached down and entangled her fingers in her mothers hair. She pulled the head from between her legs. "Don't you want to come?" begged Anne in a pained voice, "Wouldn't you like to come on mommy's face?" Kairi blushed and glanced around the room. "Do it," came the unanimous response. Kairi attempted to resist her primal urge to climax, her mother gently forced her mouth against her pussy once more. "Oh God mom, you're so good!" "Please," begged Anne between licks, "Come on mommy's face." Kairi's orgasm was quiet, but obvious. Anne sat up an smiled, her face wet and sticky with her daughters juices. "What a devoted mother," said Lara, "and so talented. We must put that tongue to good use." Lara quickly climbed onto the bed and knelt over Kairi's face. Very quickly there was a tongue on her pussy and another up her ass. "Oh! It looks like your daughter follows her mothers footsteps!" The New Apartment Ch. 06 Note: Ready to be teased? One thing I have to make clear: Maeve's account of her own blowjob was nowhere as good as the blowjob really felt. Even the word isn't right: blowjob. I felt as if my cock had been "worshiped" for who knows how long... And the girl loves to do this: she doesn't simply enjoy it or like to please me. She told me yesterday that even if I stopped feeling anything, she'd probably keep going anyway! For her, giving head always feels like honey: perfectly sweet. Each licks, kisses and sucks are like the first tablespoon of honey: she never gets overdosed... Anyway... I spent the rest of the day relaxing yesterday after the "worship" I received. Julia spent the day at her parent's place, in a small town about an hour-drive away. When she came back at around 6, Maeve borrowed her car and left to see her own parents for the evening and parts of today. I was surprised to see that she wanted to visit her parent so soon after we had finally found each other, but what could I do? As it was, I was planning to spend the evening with Julia, which is not a bad thing at all... Yet as soon as Maeve left, one of Julia's friends came and spent the evening with her. They both left near midnight to go to one of their favorite clubs and I didn't even hear her coming back. So, destined to be alone all evening, I re-watched the movie we had tried to listen to and found it quite good! I fell asleep exhausted and slept on until 10 this morning. The smell of bacon probably woke me up. Groggy, I put on my boxers and went to the kitchen. Even though the delicious smell was now overpowering, I forgot everything about it for a few seconds. Julia had her back to me as she was working the bacon, completely naked. She had tied her bright red hair into a tight knot on her head, uncovering her nape and neck shamelessly. Her body was flawless, in shape, tone and skin. I took a moment to contemplate two of the many flawless forms a woman's body can take. Maeve is just as perfect, but in a completely different way. She's raw woman, her every curves screaming warm lust and deep beauty. Dark, sensual, gorgeous. The woman before me now was something else entirely: thinner, leaner with smoother hips and smaller breasts. But in no way was she less ideal. And her breasts are only small in comparison because Maeve's are really large. Julia's beauty is fiery instead of deep, her appeal less of a warm lust than a keen sexuality and instead of being dark, sensual and gorgeous, she was exhilarating, saucy and stunning. Whereas Maeve's beauty keeps growing for as long as you look at her, everybody notices Julia in a crowd, and most of them are instantly amazed. Just as I was at this very instant. To keep herself a safe distance away from the stove, she had to bend forward just a bit. Her legs slightly opened, her ass thrust outward to get away from the boiling oil, she was picture perfect. And that's when the idea popped in my head. As the noise of the fan and bacon covered my retreat, I ran to my room and took my digital camera. By the time I got back to the kitchen it was ready to work and I snapped quite a few images. Zooming in and out, close shots of her ass and even a few of her cleanly shaved pussy peeking out. The morning sun coming in from the two windows was providing great lighting. It took me a minute to take about 30 shots. And through it all she was completely oblivious. I then placed the camera on the table, removed my boxers to reveal my more-than-hard-hard-on. In fact it was painful. Yet when I nestled it between her ass-cheeks, it suddenly felt quite good. I had walked silently behind her and when I touched her, I said: "You shouldn't be doing this...". She jumped in surprise, caressing my cock in the process, but otherwise didn't move away from me or the stove. "Damn you! Don't surprise me like that!" But she was already laughing and, more importantly, pushing herself against my cock. Once more I took a moment to contemplate what was happening. Waken up by the smell of cooking bacon. When I found the cook, I realized that it was this breathtaking redhead bomb, naked, shaved and pushing her ass towards me. What more could I ask? (Nothing, of course. That's the whole point of writing erotica...) Anyway, she told me that the bacon would be ready in a minute or two. When she felt me bending down to guide my cock deeper between her legs, she played around with me but never actually let me push it down against her lips. When the bacon was ready, she pushed me back and dropped it in a small basket. After placing it on the table, she faced me and looked at me. "What's wrong? Aren't you hungry?" "Damn right I am!" and then I blatantly looked at her breasts, pussy, legs, tummy, breasts, pussy... (You get the idea.) She smiled. "Does it hurt?" I simply nodded. "I had other plans for it this morning, but what the heck..." She knelt down in front of me, took me into her mouth and sucked me as deep as she could. Which was quite deep I must say. Yet even through the waves of sensations and pleasure that were threatening to drown me, a small part of my brain "blipped". (Well, it couldn't very well have warned me properly: I was too far gone to care. Yet, once again, it faintly, "blipped") She was giving me a storm of a blowjob: tongue, lips and back of the mouth everywhere at once, overloading every pleasure points at once. But if there's one thing I learned about Julia, it's that she loves to tease. And a few seconds later, when I was nearing the point of no return, she stopped. Keeping me still in her mouth, she opened her eyes and looked at me. Slowly, keeping just the right amount of pressure, she pulled out, caressing the underside of my cock as she did so. When she kissed the head one last time, she got up and said: "I've changed my mind Loa. I think I'll stick to the first plan I had. Sorry." I could see she was doing her best not to laugh. "Now be a sweet boy," she said, smiling, "and eat the bacon I made for you..." "Hmmm. I don't think so." I growled. (I actually growled!) "Come here!" Grabbing her arm and shoulder, I turned her around and pushed her against the wall. Before she could react, I grabbed my cock and placed it between her legs. Pushing it upwards roughly, I could feel her pussy lips giving way slowly. Leaning down, I gently bit into her shoulder and kept pushing. "Loa, stop..." She was laughing now, but obviously turned on by my cock and my attitude. Between quick breaths, she said: "Stop Loa. you know I'm more than willing to give you my pussy, but I have something fun planned for today." At that very instant, the pressure of my cock parted her lips in an unexpected upsurge. All of a sudden I felt her burning warmth and her wetness, her overflowing wetness. The girl was just as excited as I was! "There's no way I'm backing out of this pussy Julia..." But still I was not driving myself up her hole. "Gods this feels good... If you really want to do this Loa, go for it. You know we both want it just as much. But believe me when I say that I have something quite pleasurable planned for the morning..." Silence. Nobody moved. Nobody but not my cock. As I kept the pressure on my hand, its head was slowing moving up, engulfing itself in Julia's warmth. After a few seconds of silence, I even felt Julia's pussy relaxing, as if Julia herself wasn't so sure about waiting anymore. And then I felt it: a thin stream of her juices flowing down on and around my cock, in a line over my fingers and down to my balls. Stunned, I asked her: "Was that you?" She laughed "Who else? I'm... -quite- excited Loa. And I'm one of those women that can cum just as hard as guys... I'm more than ready for you, it's your choice." With that I took my hand away and pushed my cock against her. But without my hand, the angle changed and I slipped between her lips to push out in front of her. Of course, such a path allowed my cock to rub nicely against her clit. Julia shivered and cried out. Pushing me away with her ass, she turned around and gave me a dangerous look: "Oh you're going to pay for this within the hour! I promise you! Now sit down like the good boy you are and eat my bacon! And don't... touch me again!" We both laughed again, sexed-up and in need of something much better than bacon! *** The bacon was quite good actually. She even let me take a few more pictures from the front and side. I'm beginning to think that this girl has no modesty at all. Never once shy, even when I asked her to take a few last lewd poses. When she left for her room, she told me to put on my swimsuit and a tee-shirt: we were going to the public pool. A place filled with people with nowhere to hide or be alone... I sighed: the tease had played me smoothly. And she was probably stretch this as long as she would be able. By the time I got out of my room, she was in the kitchen, waiting. All she seemed to have on was a thin, bright blue summer dress. Since she had in her hand nothing but a towel, she must have had her bikini underneath. Why did I know she would wear a bikini? What else? So we left for the public pool and got there fifteen minutes later, walking. As it was a gorgeous summer day, the entire pool area was filled with people. Barely enough room to walk around the water, and so many people actually crowding the pool. Luckily, children weren't allowed during mornings. Still... We managed to find a spot for our towels and I began taking off my tee-shirt. When my sandals were off, Julia crossed her arms in front of her and removed her dress in one quick motion. And then she suddenly was naked, surrounded by dozens of people. A zone of silence grew around us as people were turning around, noticing her. Then I saw that she wasn't really naked. Instead, she was wearing a beige string bikini. Somehow she had managed to find a bikini that matched the exact color of her skin. The small section of spandex that covered her crotch was impeccably skin-colored, much like the mound that it was trying to hide: no bush either on the bikini or beneath. But it was the two patches on her breasts that gave the illusion of nudity: on each side, right where her nipples were hiding, a purple-red cherry was printed on the material. Her real nipples were quite paler, but the actual effect of the top was bewildering. Raspberries would have been better than cherries, but that would've been pushing the joke too far... As soon as I kept her in my peripheral vision, my mind "blipped": it believed that there was a naked girl beside me. (You all know about "this" kind of blip don't you?) And it was clear that she was having the same effect on most people around us. Yet as I was looking around and seeing mostly stunned faces, I noticed that many of them were simply smiling and enjoying the view: it was clearly not the first time that Julia had sported that bikini here. After throwing her dress down, Julia was playing the fool, busying herself with nothing as she stood there basking in the sun and all that attention. After a while, she crouched down and pulled out the bottle of tanning lotion she had hidden in her towel. And then, with her worst smile ever, she simply held the bottle towards me. Not a word, not a request. She wanted me to put the oil onto her skin. Or, more exactly, she wanted me to feel every inch of her skin, sexed-up as I was, in front of all those people. She knew that my hard-on would return the very instant my hands would begin massaging her skin. She knew that perfectly well. When I grabbed the bottle (after a few sighs: what else could I do?), she turned her back to me and bent down to spread her towel. (You may have guessed it by now: she bent at the waist, keeping her legs straight and offering (exhibiting, displaying, revealing, giving, bestowing, granting... Take your pick.) me her ass in all its sexual glory. Also obvious by now: she was wearing a thong. Mere inches from my own very sexually charged cock. You just can't wear a thong inches away from someone's cock! That's unacceptable! Argh! This girl was going to be the death of me...) I quickly knelt beside her, trying my best to keep my cock trapped between my thighs. Girls have it easy in public. That's probably why so many teases are girls. My guess was that Julia's pussy was drenched with her juices, even more excited than I was myself. But since she didn't have to make a seven inches display of it for everyone to see, she could easily pretend innocence. shaking my head to try and clear it out, I squirted a good amount of oil in my open palm. I began at her feet, working my way up her calves and the back of her thighs. Her ass was on proud display a few flesh inches away, and I was trying my best not to look at it. But alas (life is hard, I know...) I finally reached it. A quick look (I shouldn't have looked there, but I did) showed me that the thong was really tiny. Usually the string that goes down between the buttocks starts to spread before the lips flare out. Not this one. The bottom-most part of Julia's lips were shining in the sun, shaved and glistening with her juices. Closing my eyes I tried to focus and began massaging her ass. (Uh, well, I meant massaging the oil into her ass. Damn! "onto" her ass! Well, this is going to be harder than I thought!) As soon as I touched her cheeks, she raised them upwards a bit and I felt their lean, firm flesh exploding into my opened palms. That was too much, that little "pushing outwards"... I whispered to her: "Close your mouth." She turned her head back, clearly puzzled. When I inserted two of my fingers deeply in and out of her pussy, her eyes opened wide and her body shook. But as I was smiling back at her, I was happy to note that she hadn't made any sound. After about five minutes (What? A girl must take care of such an ass! I was simply making sure that she wouldn't get sunburned. Also, such a sunburn would prevent me from biting it in payback later.) I moved on and quickly covered her back with the oil. I then spread my own towel quickly beside hers and laid down on my belly. It was quite uncomfortable, but it was the only option available right now. Looking at me, Julia asked: "Want me to put lotion on you?" "No thanks... I'll jump in the pool as soon as I can get up." "Well, it's waterproof you know..." "Still, no thanks. " I couldn't imagine what naughty things she would do to me with that oil, with my cock safely nestled between me and the ground, but I didn't want to take any chances. When she frowned in annoyance, I was glad of my decision. But then she smiled again. Because of the lack of space, we were pretty close: in fact, our shoulders touched. When she began whispering, I had no trouble hearing her: "You know Loa, I really enjoyed that quick blowjob this morning. The feeling of having your cock in my mouth, the delight of tasting you for the first time, the joy of twirling my tongue around the big purple head... Hmmm, that was really great." "Please stop Ju—" "You're really big, aren't you? But never fear, I love to suck big cocks. Do you think I'm a good little cocksucker Loa?" I couldn't reply. I knew I was in trouble now: she was going to make sure I kept my hard-on as long as possible... Damn! "I thought so. And I really like having big cocks in my pussy too! Did you know that when you pulled away this morning, I was this close to falling on my knees to beg you to fuck me? Would you have liked that Loa? Me begging you to fuck me? What would have worked: a simple "please fuck me"; or maybe "please fuck me hard"; "take me from behind as hard as you can"? Would that have worked?" I was moaning softly as she was talking. Even when I turned my head in the other direction I still heard her clearly. I was trapped here by my erection and I couldn't do anything about it. "Listen to me Loa. Perhaps you like dirty talking? If I had said: "take me like the teasing bitch I am, take my pussy, rape my cunt", would it have worked? Or if I had knelt in front of you with big sad eyes and said: "I'm your sex doll Loa, take me as you please." What would you have done? Would you like me to be your sex doll? I wonder..." My jaw was clenched, my eyes closed shut and my fists closed tight. But it didn't help. She kept going... "Oh, one more thing. Perhaps I didn't offer you the right thing. I only talked about my mouth and my pussy... Loa... what I like most of all is having a big long cock up my ass." I shook. She saw it. "Oooohh... I think I found the right thing didn't I? If I had offered you my tiny little asshole this morning, would you have taken me? Would you have raped me, raped my ass like an animal? Just imagine me on all fours on the ground, my face near the floor and my ass thrust upwards eagerly waiting for you tongue and cock... Oh yes, I like having my ass licked and even reamed. Oh Gods yes, nothing better than the feeling of a warm moist tongue on my clean asshole." And then she made a little sob. Surprised, I turned around. "My last few boyfriends wanted nothing to do with my asshole. Can you imagine how long it's been since I've been properly reamed by a man, how long since I've last felt a strong cock spreading my asscheeks and plowing down my anus? I'm all stiff now, probably too tight to enjoy it properly for the first few times. Would you mind helping me bring back my asshole into proper assfucking shape Loa? I know it would be too tight at first, but I'm sure you're the kind of guy patient enough to deal with a really tight asshole. Aren't you?" I simply nodded, blown away by all she said. This girl is a nympho, a sexual bombshell waiting and wanting to explode in my lap. And all that talk about anal sex was probably what Maeve meant when she told me Julia had her own fetishes. A sexually open friend with an anal sex fetish: what more can a guy ask for? (Nothing, I already explained it earlier!) With a smile she winked at me and got up. I watched her succulent ass walking to the pool and diving in. I was going to have this ass for myself before the day was out. I was going to bite into that ass! ...but for now I think I'll be needing a couple of hours to shake off my hard-on. As it were I didn't need a couple of hours. It took a long time, but not hours. When I finally dared to get up and walk to the pool, I did it quickly: I was not completely hard, but not fully soft either. By now I was convinced that my cock would not be entirely limp until it had tasted Julia's pussy and ass. I jumped in the pool even before trying to locate her and swam a bit in the cool water. I spotted her across in the deep section. There were so many people today that the diving board was closed: people swam and swarmed there just like everywhere else. As I got nearer, I realized that the effect of her peculiar bikini was even greater underwater. The slight distortion effect was enough to completely blur the bikini lines and she really appeared to be naked. I could also see her cherry-nipples dancing under the waves. As if it had spotted it's general, my cock sprang back up to full attention. Julia smiled when she saw me but waited for me to come to her. She was near the side of the pool, beneath the unused diving board. When I got close, she placed her finger across her lips, asking for silence. She moved her other hand towards me and for an instant I was sure she would grab my cock. But she didn't. Instead, she apparently only wanted me to take it in my own. When I opened my palm to her, though, I realized that there was something in her hand. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was her balled up bikini. The girl was really naked underwater, surrounded by over a hundred swimmers. I grabbed the side of the pool with my free hand and closed my eyes. Once more I realized that this girl was completely nuts! Either I was going to die of over-stimulation, exhilaration or blown veins in my cock, or else we were going to fuck ourselves silly. I sincerely hoped it would turn out to be the latter. Julia broke me out of my reverie by wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Once more she whispered right in my ear: "I'm done teasing Loa, that is if you're willing to pull that big cock of yours and slip it inside me right here. Have you ever had sex in public before? Not hidden near people, but right in public?" Before I could even reply she stripped me of any choice: in seconds my cock was pulled out of my swim trunks and pressed against her shaved mound. "Fuck me slowly Loa..." she moaned in my ear. The New Apartment Ch. 06 I lay there in the dark, moaning. Hovering, down between my legs, was Jessica, the ghost who had turned me into such a slut, applying her talented tongue to my pussy. "Mmm," I moaned, "It's almost as if you get better at this every night." Jessica briefly pulled back, "Your pussy is just so sweet, maybe the best I've ever had. Now just lay back and relax..." The sexy spirit licked her lips, or at least the supernatural equivalent, then got back to work. After a pair of explosive orgasms, Jessica reluctantly released me. As I attempted to catch my breath, Jessica materialized above me, her face just inches from mine. We shared a wet, passionate kiss. "Jessica, I was wondering something," I said, when she eventually pulled back, "It's been a week now since the orgy, aren't you feeling... bored?" Jessica grinned, "You're really getting to know me. Actually, I would like something from you, I've just been waiting for a good opportunity to bring it up." I seductively ran a hand down the side of my body, "Ask away." "I have someone new I want you to meet. Someone I've been watching in my spare time." "Will I get to fuck her?" "Most certainly, but I want things to go a little differently this time. You will have to do some role play." I let out a soft giggle, "How kinky. How do we start?" Jessica floated down the bed until her face was positioned between my thighs once more, "I'll need to knock you out I'm afraid, I want this to be a surprise." I looked down at the translucent beauty, "Will this hurt?" Jessica's seductive laugh filled the air. "I very much doubt it. Have you ever cum so hard that you passed out?" I opened my mouth to respond but only managed a cry of pleasure. I have no idea how long I was out, and Jessica had apparently moved me. The new room I found myself in was dark and dirty, the windowless brick walls revealed nothing about my location. I was still wearing my black silk negligee, Jessica had returned my panties at least. I gingerly stretched and absorbed the strange situation. There was a large, solid looking door built into one wall, I got up off of the cold cement and approached. The room was deadly silent. If I was still in the city then it must have been soundproofed. I gave the door a hard push, it didn't move. I was really trapped. Somewhat unnerved, I turned back to my prison. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark, I realized I had missed something. Or someone, I should say. She was passed out against the wall, not all that far from where I woke up. Her long blonde hair had been carefully arranged, although it was just a little messy now. Her makeup was perfect, her ruby red lips drew attention to her pretty little mouth. Most surprisingly, she was wearing a wedding dress! The white silk billowed out below her, hiding her legs, but her arms were mostly bare. She was showing a lot of cleavage. I silently approached. I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. Her skin was beautiful, I was deeply tempted to try and get a more intimate look. A soft cough. Her eyes fluttered briefly then half opened. She let out a gasp of fear. "Where am I?" I glanced back at the door, "I don't know." She shifted her position until her back was firmly against the wall, "What is this, did you kidnap me?" I took a step back, "No. I'm just as confused as you are at the moment." It was only half a lie. For a moment she glared at me, but my state of undress seemed to make me look less suspicious. "What do you remember happening last? How did you end up in here?" I asked, with genuine interest. The stranger rubbed her forehead, "I was in my mother's car, on the way to my wedding. It was early, I might have dozed off for a moment. That's everything. How could this have happened?" I silently sat down next to her, keeping my knees together as much as possible to retain some dignity. "I'm sorry, I don't know any more than you do." We quietly sat there, every so often stealing a sideways glance at one another. "I guess this must be some kind of professional kidnapping?" she muttered, "My fiancé is pretty successful, he could probably pay a ransom. How about you...?" "Maria," I responded. "I'm April." "Well, April, I have a feeling this won't be too bad." "I can't say I'm as optimistic as you." "Oh, uh... yeah, this is a terrible situation to be in." I had a good idea of exactly where this situation was supposed to go. We let the silence last for a half hour or so. Finally, she pulled back the bottom of her dress and removed her white heels, I took a good, long look at her stockinged legs. April sighed, "I guess I might as well be comfortable." I could tell she wasn't quite as brave as she wanted me to think. I reached out and put a hand on her bare shoulder, "Are you sure you're all right?" I whispered. April shuddered, then broke out in tears, "Oh God, what will happen to us? I'm supposed to be on my honeymoon right now!" I slid closer and ran my free hand around to her back. The tears flowed, but she calmed down, just a little. I gently held her and stroked her arm. By the time she has finished her mascara had started to run. I carefully wiped her tears away. She still looked amazing. "I'm so sorry," she mumbled. "It's all right, don't hold anything back." She looked at me and managed a small smile, "Thank you. I can't imagine how much worse I would feel if I was alone in here." I continued to hold her, and to massage her arm with my hand. I have no idea how long we stayed like this, but I could tell we were bonding. At some point, she looked at me again, "I really am sorry." "Hey, I'm sure we'll be all right. I just hope it doesn't take too long!" She snorted, "Yeah, I'd hate to miss anything important." I gently began to rub her back. "So," I said, "What is your fiancé like?" "He so wonderful," April answered, "We met in Europe. He's very well travelled." "That must have been romantic." "Oh, yes. Almost too romantic, but I... I managed to get him to keep it in his pants." I giggled, "So you're a virgin bride?" "I've done some hand stuff with guys, but nothing too serious." I gripped each of her soft shoulders. "So... how long has it been?" "How long since what?" "Since you've gotten off? You've been saving for the wedding night, correct?" April blushed deeply, "I don't know if I can tell you that." "Hey, I might be the last person you ever see!" "I hope not. Well... he used his fingers on me a few times, but it's been months." "Do you... own anything that would help pass a lonely night?" "That would be cheating!" I let out a short laugh, "You're so naive, April." She brushed a loose hair out of her eye and looked at me quizzically, "Really?" "Really. How are you supposed to practice sucking a cock?" "I could never do that!" "What if he asked you?" She didn't respond, she seemed to be thinking about that one. Her stockinged feet were peeking out from under the white dress. I looked at them, hungrily. As quietly as possible, I ran a hand down her left arm, then further down her body. "Do you think I'm too inexperienced?" April asked, earnestly. "Who knows," I said, moving my hand down onto her thigh, "Men expect a lot these days." April looked down at my body, the flimsy negligee hid very little from sight. "How can you wear something like that?" I smiled, and looked directly into her eyes, "I do look sexy, don't I?" April nodded. "Look, you're wearing stockings, and a garter belt I'll bet." My hand ran down her leg and I held the bottom of her dress. "You probably have a pretty pair of lacy white panties on as well, don't you?" April's dress was so light in my hand as I lifted it. In no time I had exposed most of her shapely legs. She looked at me, confused, but with a hint of interest. I seductively bit the bottom of my lip. "April, have you ever been with a woman?" "What do you mean?" "Maybe when you were young, did you ever experiment with a girlfriend?" "I..." I moved across the floor until I was sitting in front of her, my body between her legs. My hands each held a knee, opening her up to me. Our eyes stayed in contact the whole time. I leaned forward, "You've probably never had an orgasm, not a real one." I lifted her skirt. A single drop of sweat ran down her pretty face. She watched as my head moved downward, until finally the dress hid it. My hands climbed up below with me, until I was holding onto the sides of her lacy white panties. My nose reached her, I breathed in deeply. She let out a soft moan, "Maria, what are you doing..." I kissed the front of her panties, a deep kiss, pressing them up against her pussy lips. My saliva mixed with her juices, very quickly the panties were almost completely translucent. When I pulled back, her panties clung to her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. "April, do you think we should remove these?" "Someone could come in at any moment..." She lifted her ass off the ground and I peeled the soaked garments away. "You're so beautiful," I growled, "Why would someone so innocent keep herself trimmed down there?" Before she could answer me I cupped her ass in my hands and wrapped my mouth around her sex. She let out a sharp cry as my long tongue penetrated her. I sucked on her lips and probed her depths, my face became wet with her sweet juices. She smelled so clean, so pure. April reached down and attempted to push my head away, I brushed her aside with ease. "Maria," she moaned, "You shouldn't..." I pulled my tongue out of her and started to massage her delicate lips. She tried to pull away from my mouth, but my frim grip on her ass held her in place. Her moaning became more frantic, I purred in response. My tongue approached her sensitive little bud. "I've never... you have to stop..." I softly blew on her clit. "Oh!" she yelped. Before she could understand what I was doing, I kisses her clitoris. A shudder ran down April's body. "Oh God, Maria, keep doing that!" I allowed myself a quick grin, then began my assault. A finger made its way inside her as I abused her clit. April let out a wild cry as she came, but I didn't stop. Her hips gyrated as I continued to devour my prey. She came again. After her third orgasm I reluctantly emerged from beneath her dress, my face glistening. Her eyes were closed. I leaped upon her and pushed my tongue into her mouth, sharing her flavor. We separated. I put a hand under the top of her dress and idly played with a nipple. She looked at me, smiling with content, "Wow, what the hell was that!?" "Impressive, huh?" "I... I don't know what to say." I reached down with my free hand and lifted the front of my negligee, "How about you use that mouth to thank me properly. Words are cheap, you know." April pulled her legs under her and slowly leaned down. Her hands grabbed onto my panties. "No," I ordered, "Use your mouth." April pulled her hands back, and I moved her arms behind her back. Her teeth bit down on my panties, I lifted my ass and, with some difficulty, April managed to drag them down until I was exposed to her. Her face moved back between my thighs but she made no further move. I grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pulled her toward me. "Don't worry, April. Just try to do what I did." Her tongue slowly emerged from between her painted lips, I pulled her closer and her tongue made contact. April waited, for just a moment, then began to lick my opening. I allowed myself an encouraging moan, "That's right." She lapped at my pussy lips, growing more bold by the second. As she began to get into a rhythm I released her. I lifted the negligee off, leaving myself completely naked. As April continued she began to experiment, her tongue made its way all around my lips. I caressed my breasts as I watched. "Mmm," I breathed, "You're a fast learner." Her tongue began to run across my clitoris as she explored me. Each stroke sent a bolt of pleasure down my spine. Before I could get too excited, I pushed her head away. "What's wrong-" she began. I interrupted her with a kiss. I gently pushed April down onto her back, her dress bunched up around her waist. I ended the kiss. She reached out, but I brushed her away. I changed my position. With a few movements I managed to have our pussies pressed together. April opened her mouth, but a push from me silenced her. I began to grind against her, after a little of this she responded in kind. There were a wave of wet slaps as we began to grind against one another, juices pooled between us. I was trying not to rush, but April seemed to be enjoying herself too much. Her movements became frantic, desperate. My own body started to respond as well. Our moans filled the air. The look of lust on her face was amazing. As I watched, she stared back at me. I let out the most erotic moan I could manage, this pushed April over the edge. As she cried out, I felt my own body betray me. I arched my back as waves of pleasure washed over me. We continued to rub our sensitive skin against one another for a little longer. April, apparently sensitive from her fourth orgasm, was the first to stop. As I lay there on the cool floor, dripping with sweat, April climbed over me and pressed her lips against mine. I'm pretty sure the plan was successful. The New Apartment Ch. 06 Yet even if she asked me to fuck her, it was clear that she was in control. She began by slowly rotating her hips towards my cock while sliding upwards for the few remaining inches. When the head of my cock pressed against her lips she rotated her hips back, pulling my cock away from my body. Her warmth and slippery wetness were obvious even underwater. For the second time today my cock was spreading her larger lips and plunging between her labia. But this time nothing was going to stop it from going all the way inside. Suddenly Julia tensed, stopped and pulled her face from my neck. When I saw her smile I knew that the game was not over yet. I, on the other hand, decided that it was. Slipping my hands from her taut, athletic ass to her smooth hips, I pushed her down on me. Her eyes opened in surprise at my strength and I whispered: "Oh no you don't, little tease... We're going to fuck even if the entire world is looking at us." And then she began laughing and finally nestled her face back against my neck. For my part I was laughing too, but in absolute delight. When her lips opened under my pressure, I felt the kiss of her pussy on my cock like the blessing of a priest on a faithful. As her sheath opened up and welcomed me into her depths, the raging fire hinted by her hair engulfed me. When her lips finally pressed against my pubic bone, I felt them stretch a bit around the base of my cock. This was the moment I've been dreaming about the first time I've heard her moaning in pleasure the first night I spent at her apartment. When she clenched her ankles against me, pulling herself as deep as she could in this position, we both moaned in each other's ears. With a shaking voice, she whispered: "Pull my ass against you, I'm seconds away from cumming..." Good Gods, a sexual bomb with a hair trigger. As soon as I did grab her ass with two open hands and pulled her against me, she began shivering. Seconds later she clamped her body around mine using every single muscle in her body. I honestly don't know (honest I tell you!) how long it took her to climax, how long she stayed spellbound in that pleasure-lock. Her body temperature skyrocketed and she pulsed all around me like just like her pussy around my cock. For my part, I was discovering something completely new: aside from that first breathtaking penetration, my cock had remained motionless inside her. (In any case, Julia was too strong for me to try and pull out even for a right-back-in thrust!) But even tough I was motionless inside her, I could feel an orgasm building. Quite obvious and quite fast now, my climax was coming, riding the waves of Julia's whole body and whole pussy pulses. "I can't believe it..." I whispered into her ear. When I managed to make tiny, less-than-an-inch, thrusts, I felt the explosion rising from the bottom of my balls and flowing up my cock. Perhaps I imagined the feeling, but I could have sworn that I felt my balls contracting to push out the cum. When it reached the end of my length, it flowed into Julia. She moaned as soon as she felt it. Now we were both holding each other in climax-grips, trying our best not to scream out loud. I still couldn't believe it: her teasing alone had brought me seconds away from orgasm! The desire to pull her out of the water and give her deep, full, shafting thrusts in and out of her pussy was incredible. My climax was long and powerful, but it lacked the profound satisfaction of driving hard seven-inches lunges into a woman's pussy. Perhaps Julia knew, perhaps she wanted to keep this fulfillment for later... (I don't know. Right now I was too far gone and had way to much blood pounding in my ears and brain to think properly. All I knew at that point was that I was not allowed to scream and that everything else was being overloaded... Even my "blipping" radar was off: afterwards I saw that an astonishing girl with a fuck-me ass had been proudly sunbathing less than a meter away from us...) It took Julia a bit more time to calm down and when she did, she began to spasm erratically around me. Her naked breasts on my chest, her thighs around my hips and her pussy around my cock: each of those spasms sent shivers through my body. Drops of water were flowing down her face and I knew that some of them were drops of sweat. Sliding against my cheek, she pulled her head back a bit and placed her forehead on mine. Now locked into each other gaze, we knew that we had just shared something that was way out of the ordinary... As we regained our bearings, I realized the deep differences between what I had shared with Maeve those past few days and what I had just shared with Julia. I deeply loved Maeve as a woman, as a potential life partner: I've been dreaming about spending my life with her for years now. Sex with her was both a celebration of pleasure and lust as it was of intimacy and love. With Julia something completely different has surfaced: a sexual affinity like no other I've ever felt before. I do think that I love her, or at least that I will come to love her as I get to know her better. But never anything like what I have with Maeve. Still, a friendship that extends as deeply as our most basic sexual fantasies and fetishes is something marvelous in itself. As I relished Julia's last few full-pussy spasms, another thrill shook me: I was living with both those girls. Right now. Hmmm, nothing like the present, especially when Julia pulls my head up for another of her fire-kisses! * Note: I apologize in advance: the next story will be the last in the series, but won't really offer a conclusion. I wrote those stories a long time ago and I'm publishing them for those who asked for them. Thanks for reading! The New Apartment Ch. 07 Slowly, as gently as I could manage it in the current situation, I was pulling out of Julia's pussy. Even in the pool's cool water, we were still burning hot, trying to catch our breath. My cock was relaxing and I knew I wouldn't be able to get out of the pool without discomfort (I also knew it would be rock hard again in minutes if I was not careful: this always happens after a fast cum...). As for Julia, after breaking the long kiss we began when I climaxed inside her, she reached down and busied her hand in her pussy. In my ear, she said: "Here you go Loa, I'm all clean and gleaming for the next time you feel like doing something... Oh, I meant my pussy and my ass, just to make myself clear..." She then grabbed her bikini top from my hand. Trying to look as innocent as she could, she was tying it back on. At the same time she had raised her legs and let me have my fun trying to slip her bottom up her lean legs. Without hesitation I let my hands roam up and down her calves and thighs and finally grabbed her butt with two fully opened palms and ten happily stretched fingers. Despite the hard-on she had kept alive and raging for the entire morning and the intense mutual climax we had just shared, I had not been able to really enjoy her body until now. Strong legs, firm and slightly muscular ass, thin and smooth tummy with breasts that exploded from her chest and slim shoulders that invited kisses. And in the middle of this wonderfully luscious body, a clean shaved mound that begged to be caressed, cherished, worshipped, loved, licked and of course fucked... Yet as I realized that this was my first chance to take advantage of Julia's body, I knew that if I did so here, I would have another hard-on that would keep me in the pool for who knows how long. So when Julia was decently clad once more, I whispered in her ear: "Let's go back to the apartment. I really want to fuck your brains out." She didn't respond or even nod: she simply jumped out of the pool and walked briskly to our towels and began to pick her few things up. But as soon as she got up on the ground she stopped and laughed out loud in surprise. (For those following the story, this is the exact moment when I noticed the girl with the fuck-me ass. Here she was right in front of me when I got out: small orange bikini bottoms and untied bikini top with flawless deep brown skin. Her ass was like a temple of beauty and sex, and the doors to this temple, her legs, were slightly opened. I only dared to look for a few seconds, but the shape of her overly generous mound was clearly outlined through her bikini. I had never fucked a black girl before, but right now I would have given much to have her name and number...) To my delight she turned her head around when she heard Julia laughing. "Julia!?! Is that really you?" "Who else!" As both girls were laughing at this surprise reunion, the black girl was putting her bikini top back on. Apparently she was eager to get up and properly embrace Julia as she was trying to do it too fast. I didn't see anything I wasn't supposed to see, but the marvelous outline of both her breasts was displayed one part after the other: the top at first, that bulging upsurge of flesh high on her chest; then the bottom as she was tightening the knot behind her neck, large and generous yet without folding back down against her chest; and finally the sides where the curves were sharply defined near her armpits, just like women with implants. But judging by the way her breasts were swinging with her every movement, hers looked quite real. Right now, beside her name and number, I was ready to give quite a lot to see those darker nipples... The girls talked for a while and Julia introduced her friend as Chatayal, a name coming right out of an ebony fantasy (and what else do you guys think this is?). But despite her beauty and fantasy name, I was eager to leave and get away from this overcrowded pool: as it were, images of my cock slipping in and out of Julia's pussy overcrowded -my- mind... After ten long minutes, the girls embraced again (there's something very potent about the sight of two gorgeous, bikini clad women hugging...) and we finally left the pool. On our way, Julia asked me: "Want me to invite her over for dinner?" "Hmmm, if you like, yes." Julia laughed. "Indeed! I saw you looking at her breasts, you pervert!" "How could you have noticed, when you were looking at the very same place!?" We both laughed at that comment, as Julia had effectively been looking at Chatayal's breasts just as much as I had. "Has she made you forget about what you wanted just before getting out of the water?" "Even if she had been naked and dripping, she wouldn't have managed to drive your sweet pink pussy out of my head..." "Hmmm, thanks Loa. You're a real gentlemen..." We both laughed again. And I could see that she was still very excited. When we reached our street, we raced down to our apartment and rounded the entryway's curve nearly at the same time. As the main door to our place was at the back of the house, we kept racing and laughing between both the owner's cars. When we turned the last corner to get at the door, we were surprised by the owner and his wife, as well as four or five of their friends. The owners introduced us to their friends and invited us to eat and drink with them. We stayed there only as long as politeness obliged. But instead of going inside, we left the place and decided to take a walk: neither of us wanted another exhibitionist session or have sex while forced to keep our mouths shut. The heat made it impossible to close the windows and we didn't want to share our love with the owners and their friends. At first we began looking for another place, but the forest was the only private site we found. And as we both wanted a soft bed that would give us the freedom to do as we pleased, we decided to keep walking. At some point Julia took my hand and smiled at me. "Want to go back to the pool and see if we could go to Chatayal's place?" "Hmmm, not now... As much I'd like to see more of her sweet black skin, right now I want something else." She smiled at my compliment. "Yes it's true that I want you Julia. But also I want to see more of what's happening with us three." There was no need to specify who I was talking about. "After years of hoping and lusting, I finally get to live my dream of being with Maeve. At the same time I discover that her best friend is a wonderful woman in her own right, a wonderful women with whom sex is like a gift from faeries. And unless I'm mistaken, there's more than just a good sensual friendship between you two. Two years now that you've been living together? How many nights have you shared together, regardless of the fact that either of you had boyfriends?" Julia was smiling by now, but not her teasing smile. It was quite a bit softer, much more intimate than sensual. Looking up she turned her eyes to me and placed a delicate kiss on my lips. (Sometimes a kiss like that is so much more intense than the most zealous sex you can find...) As we began walking again, she said: "You're quick Loa. I don't know if it's all those months studying philosophy or not, but you certainly don't miss much... Why do you think Maeve left for the day?" "I don't know... I was wondering about it though." Julia squeezed her hand around mine and said: "That's why. Each time one of us finds someone, we try to make sure that things will work out great with the other." "Oh..." Now why hadn't I even thought of that? "So, how did I do?" Her bright smile returned: "What do you think, you big ninny?" We both laughed out loud. "Do you even realize that this morning I was not even planning on letting you fuck me? And the evening when we nearly made love on the couch just before Maeve interrupted us, I had seen her arriving through the window? The dork I was just freed from last week had to wait for three weeks before being allowed to lick my pussy. You said that sex with me was like a gift... Well I have to own up and say that sex with you, even the teasing games I played with you, were really great too... While this morning I didn't want to fuck you yet, now I can't think of anything else..." She stopped walking, smiled again and wrapped her arms around me. "You're right Loa, Maeve and I love each other, a lot more than mere friends. And now it seems that we both want you to be there with us. I don't know if you've been feeling bad at sharing such an intense sexuality with me, but please don't. I know that Maeve and you go a long way, as only old friends can. And Maeve and I have discovered feelings we never thought were possible. I want to be part of what you have with Maeve and we want you to be part of what she and I have together. If ever there's something unique that grows between you and me, please don't hold it down for fear that Maeve won't like it. " I held her close in my arms as I was trying to absorb everything she was telling me. I was flabbergasted. I smiled at myself: had I died and gone to Heaven or to the Elysian Fields? I was holding a wonderfully beautiful girl in my arms and another one, improbably even more beautiful, had already opened her heart to me. Julia had been planting small kisses on my neck as I was trying to make sense of it all. But suddenly I felt her mouth opening a little bit more and heat began spreading on my skin. "I really can't think of anything else right now..." Reluctantly I pushed her away, laughing. I frowned at her in mock anger, letting her know that this was really not the place for me to have an erection. We had walked quite a bit before having this conversation and now we turned around and walked back. When we reached our street, we took the little path between houses instead of walking directly to the apartment. Slowly, in silence, we reached the backyard of the owner's house. Through the fence and thick hedge, we managed to find a small hole and saw that they had left: while we were there, one of them had suggested that they should move to a backyard with a pool. Apparently they had. Julia looked around to see if we were alone and began climbing the fence. Left behind, I could only marvel at the sight of her bikini-clad ass moving from left to right as her legs easily pushed her up. Lean muscles from hours in the pool and on a bike had sculpted a thing of pure beauty. When she jumped over, I had the dubious task of climbing the fence with a semi-hard cock. (It was weird, I admit. I'm sure Julia got a few glimpses when I crossed the top of the fence and jumped over the hedge. But anyway, I was going to take them off as soon as we got inside...) But that's not how it happened. When Julia reached the door she pulled out her key and fumbled with the lock. Obviously staging her problems with the key, she bent down in order to see better. I, of course, standing behind her, got a hell of a show. The tiny bikini left nothing to the imagination as she moved her ass around. As she worked she asked me: "Do you remember the last things I told you when we were both laying down at the pool?" I groaned, remembering: images of my cock slipping upwards in the cleft of her ass to take her anus swarmed in my head. I placed my hands on her hips and pushed her against the door before she could open it. It took my cock no more than three or four seconds to fill with blood again, pounding blood that pulsed for her ass and pussy. Looking around I noticed that our backdoor (ahem...) was only visible the owner's backyard. The fence and thick hedges prevented anyone from looking at us. Hard and nestled between her buttocks, my cock now had a mind of its own. It had just cummed in the very pussy it wanted to sink back into, but now it really wanted to fuck it. While my right thumb hooked around my swimsuit's elastic band, my index finger hooked around Julia's bikini bottom. In one fast motion I brought both our suits down on our thighs. Once freed, my cock bounced back up against her pussy in a wet smacking sound. When Julia felt both my hands on her hips once more she reached down, pulled one of her buttocks open and guided my cock into her pussy with her other hand. As soon as she did, I drove it up as deep as I could while pulling her hips and ass against me. Standing on the tips of her toes with her legs spread, Julia had both her hands on her door frame and her face and breasts pushed against the glass window. Her body forced me into high upwards thrusts and I enjoyed each and everyone of them. In the pool her pussy had felt like a deep fist spasming around my cock; now it felt as if it were made of many curling fingers, each doing it's best to give me pleasure. Right until that moment I hadn't put much faith in the fabled results of pussy muscle strengthening. Yet if that is what Julia did, the law should force every women to do it: the feelings were incredible as I felt like my cock was being taken over and cared for by this pussy. Slowly she bent forward, pushing me backwards. As the angle of her body changed, so did mine. Instead of rising up and hitting her thighs I was now pushing forward and slapping her ass with every penetration. While the strength of my penetrations was the same, this lower position allowed me a much deeper reach and fuller thrusts. The feelings exploded into overdrive as her entire pussy was now kissing and licking my cock. With as much care as I was able (remember that I was fucking the pussy of this nymphomaniac bombshell redhead and I had her tight gymnast's ass right below my eyes...) I lengthened my strokes until my cock nearly spilled out of her pussy each time I pulled out. While she had managed to keep quiet until now, Julia now moaned out loud, surprise clearly audible in her voice. When I opened my eyes I saw Maeve on the other side of the door, grinning at us. She was beginning to laugh and shaking her head in near disbelief. But when she saw me slowing down she motioned me to keep going. In one swift motion she pulled her tank top off to reveal a dark red lace bra worthy of a story of its own. Dark blood-red lace exquisitely woven into a real work of art. Her pale pink nipples were only just visible beneath it, yet the contrast was just wonderful. Her creamy white skin and back, oh-so-long black hair completed the picture. To my delight (think: "further delight" from now on when I use this word ok...) Maeve opened the door's window all the way up. Moving forward, Julia leaned inside and began kissing her best friend. If there's something special about seeing two women embrace, there's definitely something magical about seeing two gorgeous women kiss. Especially if you're taking one's pussy from behind at the same time. I slowed down my movements to let the girls enjoy the kiss without too much trouble. (When you get pounded from behind, kissing someone at the other end can be harder than you think! ...oh who am I kidding: I slowed down because if I hadn't, I would have cummed in a few more seconds... Fucking Julia and seeing my cock slipping in between her asscheeks is wonderful on its own. But seeing the woman I loved for many years right in front of me, her breasts offered like treasures from heaven all the while she was kissing the hottest fucking girl I've ever met... That was simply too much.) But I quickly realized that even my slowing down wouldn't help my cause. So I stopped and pulled out of Julia's body. If she really minded my stopping she didn't say a word and just kept on kissing Maeve. For my part, my hands were still on her hips and my eyes were now fixed on Julia's ass. As I knelt down behind her the charms hidden in her cleft came to view. The sun shone joyfully onto her asshole and pussy. Just as she told me in the pool, she was flawlessly clean. I couldn't even see any trace of the cum I had loaded into her earlier. The feast of her ass was all right there in front of me and I planned to enjoy it for all it was worth. And I did. My hands first got their chance, but soon my entire face joined in on the little party: my cheeks, nose, chin and of course my mouth roamed all over her buttocks. Hot from the sun, flawless from all the workout she's given them through the years and smooth as only her youth could allow, Julia's ass was perfect. Yet as my thumbs parted those cheeks, I found another treasure buried a little deeper. My tongue followed this opening and dove in. Spreading it as wide as I could I reached down and curled its tip on her clit. I then pushed up against her lips and moved in gentle swings from left to right as I pulled back. If she didn't mind my pulling out my cock earlier, Julia definitely liked what I was doing now. Before I could pull completely back, I felt her hand reaching back and grabbing a fistful of my hair: there was no way I could pull away now. (I, of course, was not planning to anyway, as you may well understand.) As I repeated this little massage, I pushed harder against her pussy, especially with the tip of my tongue. With each passage I pushed deeper between her large lips until I felt them parting completely around my tongue. Once more, her warmth and wetness surprised me: half my face was probably now covered with her juices. But that didn't deter me as I pushed in deeper inside her. This time instead of a wide massaging instrument, I forced my tongue into a narrow shaft and found her hole. When I did, I pushed my tongue deep inside and curled it this way and that. (Guys and girls, for those of you who haven't had that little string of flesh underneath your tongue removed, do so as soon as you can... Your lovers will thank you for the rest of your days.) Teasing Julia's pussy I pushed in really deep and pulled out to stretch back to her clit. I smiled against her pussy when I felt her legs weakening for a second. As much as I liked making love to her pussy with my tongue, I knew I had something else waiting for me. (In fact, I had more than one thing waiting, especially the goddess with the red bra, but that would be for later...) A mere inch higher than her pussy, Julia's tight little asshole waited for me. Soft pink flesh, now unyielding and closed. I was determined to open it soon though, so I let my tongue and lips do the foreplay she's been wanting and missing for so long. When the tip of my tongue grazed it, Julia moaned and pulled away for an instant. But I secured my grip on her lovely hips and pulled her back, mercilessly lashing at her tiny hole. Seconds later she was shivering and shaking, her skin covered with goose bumps. I played around with her ass for a while longer before getting back up. By this time, Julia was on the verge of a climax: someone had fucked her then licked her pussy and ass all the while a girl was kissing her and caressing her breasts. Maeve's hands had plunged inside her friend's bikini as Julia was returning the favor: the wonderful red bra had disappeared. Yet the sight of Maeve's breasts under the sun, which Julia's hands were unable to cover completely, was without a doubt a lot more wonderful. Placing my cock against Julia's pussy, I bent down towards her ear and whispered: "Want to cum Julia?" She simply groaned. I pushed my cock inside her slowly and reached around her hips to find her waiting clit. I only made gentle penetrations but pulled hard on her clit. When the pleasure became too intense, she broke her kiss with Maeve and pulled out of the window. Maeve followed her out and shot me a wide grin before bending down. When she captured one of Julia's breasts in her mouth, the redhead moaned quite loudly. Those lips and tongue were all Julia needed to cum. She arched her back and threw back her head, moaning aloud as her orgasm rippled through her. Reaching my other hand around her middle to hold her up, I felt her explode from within, reacting to all those sensations at the same time. Her body began to buck and Maeve stopped kissing her to keep her from falling. The New Apartment Ch. 07 Maeve and I shared soft laughter as Julia's climax soared and swept through her: she was really getting off! When she finally calmed down and straightened, she laughed with us and said: "Hey! Don't laugh at me during my climax..." Of course we only laughed more. Pulling out and bending down, I grabbed Julia and pulled her up in my arms. She curled around my arms and laid her head against my shoulder. Beneath closed eyes, her wide grin was shining. Maeve opened the door and gave me a little kiss as I walked pass. She then followed me into Julia's room and helped me to lower her into her bed. Julia moaned again as she luxuriated in the comfort of her sheets and many pillows. As she stretched and relaxed, I looked up at Maeve. Her red bra forgotten on the kitchen floor, her breasts were still magnificently bared. But before I could do anything about them, she raised her knees up from the floor and slipped her legs between me and Julia. Turning sideways she lied down against her friend and slid her knee partway up Julia's leg. Sitting down on the bed I could do nothing but stare at the fantastic swell of her hip, the curves of her ass cheeks and the pussy hidden between them. (So, guys and girls, what do you think I did? :-) Final Note: While this is not the end of our trio's adventures, it's the end of my writing about it. This will be my last Apartment story for now. Thanks for reading it all, and look for some of my other stories.