2 comments/ 27676 views/ 1 favorites Valentines... By: Dr_Impervious Chapter One We are strolling through the city contemplating whether or not we should go to the movies. There's nothing playing that either of us desperately want to see so we stroll around aimlessly chatting about friends and how good we have it. You thank me graciously for your morning treat and breakfast. I am feeling proud and so I query, "Tell me about your morning treat..." You look around, checking to see how close we are to the rest of the crowd. You realise that everyone is so caught up in their own business that they wouldn't blink an eye about our conversation, so you immediately reply with "You fucking stud." I laugh genuinely and am definitely proud now that I have received your praise. You add, "You know exactly how I feel. I love that you are aware of how wonderful you are to me. Those stories and poems you make for me are amazing, fuck, they give my orgasms an intensity and excitement that I don't usually achieve when I masturbate." Whispering in your ear "I fucking love you," and I grab hold of your arse and try looking down your top to see how your bra is holding your tits. "I wanted your dick so bad this morning. I loved rubbing away at my pussy as you read the poem, but once the story kicked into to its second phase I got so wet and wanted nothing more than to be sucking your dick as I flicked away at myself." I stop you dead in your tracks and pull you into my body for a firm hug. I whisper again into your ear, "You better watch what you say, you're giving me a hard on." I press the hardening member in my pants against your thigh. You push me away and continue walking, dragging me by the hand as if you now have a purpose or destination in mind. You look back at me and announce boldly, "I would have had you slap my tongue with your soft dick until it got hard. Then I would have had you sliding the head of your cock over my lips, wetting them with your pre-come." "Fuck you," I stress in frustration. Quickly retorting, "You would like that, wouldn't you? You would like to slide that shaft of yours all the way up my pussy and into my body. Tell me, would you like to fuck me in the arse? Would you like to fill me with your seed?" You keep dragging me along and teasing me, my hard-on is raging now and I am trying to tuck it up under my belt so the passing public can not see that I am sporting the hardest erection you have ever teased. You see me kicking my legs out and arranging my pants and you quip, "Don't play with yourself in public, that's naughty. Now come with me." You jerk at my hand, redirecting me into a small lane filled with street art and odd spaces big enough to put the two of us out of sight. You force me into a doorway that appears to be relatively unused. Pushing me hard against the wall we grope one another mindlessly, kissing passionately and we lick one another's flesh. Looking me straight in the eye you quickly whip and unzip my fly. You slide your hand into my trousers and begin unbuttoning my boxers so effortlessly that one could surmise that you have spent months training for this very moment. "I am going to suck your dick in this alley my Lover," you state directly into my eyes as you release my penis from my pants and into your hand. "I am going to wank and suck this fleshy tool of yours, right to the very end. And I refuse to get up off my knees until my mouth is wet and full with your come." "Happy Valentines Day," I whimper as you drop to your knees and throw your mouth and face around my hot penis already twitching with excitement and weeping extravagantly from the end. Your hair crashes around your face as you take one large mouthful of my cock, meeting your lips at the bottom of the shaft. You roll your tongue around sensually and suck your cheeks in hard as you breath deeply through your nose. I gasp for air as you slowly pull back, dragging your tongue up the base of my shaft, pushing my head firmly along the roof of your mouth. You know that I am close already as my pre-come accumulates with your saliva at the stem of your tongue. Thrusting gently with my hips now, I run my fingers through your hair occasionally taking grip and guiding your mouth onto and off of my warm, throbbing penis. You relax your mouth completely to allow me to slide back and forward at my own pace. Whenever I get too excited, you bite down politely until we find a pace comfortable for the two of us as you suck so fucking good. "Baby, I am so damn close." I let out hopelessly. You pull off my cock and begin stroking me viciously in front of your face. "Shoot your load onto my tongue," you demand, opening your mouth wide, laying your tongue out flat for my arrival. Stroking me faster and faster, my breath grows short and my chest heaves in anticipation. A siren goes off in the background but it is too late now. There is no way I am missing the opportunity to come in your mouth while down a side lane in the city; no fucking way. You look up desperately shaking my cock and begging, "Come on baby quick, you've got to pump that hot fucking fluid you have boiling in your balls into my mouth or I will never be satisfied." I throw my head back busting through into my orgasm, quickly remembering the beautiful sight I am missing while my head spins in ecstasy. I gather what wit I have and watch longingly into your eyes as my penis squirts strings of semen across your tongue. Drips and drops sprinkle your lips, and you wink just to remind me how fucking fantastic your are. My orgasm is strong and it rings out through the length of me. I can feel the fluid ejecting from my cock as you feel the warm liquid gathering in your mouth. Still shaking me clean you run your tongue around your lips to pick up what your tongue and mouth may have missed. You take one last suck on the end and stand up and kiss me. I am surprised, caught off guard, and you are tonguing me with a mouthful of my come while you slip me back into my pants as if nothing had ever happened. We swish the come back and forth as if it were our mouths debating who was going to swallow, and you gulp down lustfully before I have enough time to contemplate it. I take one last lick at you as you zip up my fly and... BANG! The door that we have been leaning on comes crashing open; people are spilling onto the street like I had onto your tongue only moments before. Water comes flushing from the doorway as we stumble through this mass of wet and excited chaos. We soon discover that someone had burnt a toasted sandwich in their office, which in turn set off the sprinkler system. You catch me eyeing secretary-type office ladies skipping around in their wet whities, their bras standing proud through their now dripping and transparent work clothes. You pinch my arse, shocking me and bringing me back to reality. You run off to the end of the lane, and I watch you slide effortlessly back into you buzz of the city. Chapter Two We are walking home, having decided to blow off the movies. I am excited and bursting with energy after our exquisite adventure within the city. After such an intense orgasm earlier I am longing for more. We walk at a brisk pace, contemplating what we have done and what we plan to do once we return home. Latching onto your hand and swinging your arm, I am dreaming of the previous scenario trying to burn its memory into my brain. Your actions were so definite and your lust wild. "Where do you think all these people are driving to?" you ask.
"Maybe they're rushing off to meet their Valentines." I am still thinking about kissing you with my come in your mouth. Warm and difficult to maneuver around the teeth and tongue. My penis drips pre-come at the thought, just wetting my boxers enough to call my attention back to my cock as it threatens to grow hard again.
You ponder and ask, "Do you think that they are zooming along, wanting of the physical love they share with another?"
"What?" I interject, "Did you just say 'physical love'?"
Laughing, you admit "Yes."
"You're talking about sex. You are talking about these strangers driving around as if their only purpose for driving was for them to get to their next root?"
"Yes." Sounds like an echo.
"Well where does that leave us?" I ask and you quickly reply "Well, that leaves us on the side of the road. You see, we already have each other, so we do not need cars to be zipping around in. We can just stop and fuck whenever we please."
"Yeah right we can," my sarcasm dares you.
"Yes, right we can," you state. "We can just drop and fuck anywhere we damn please."
"I guess you are right," I say, realising that only twenty minutes ago you were jacking my shaft in a lane, begging for me to fill your mouth with my lust for you. We keep wandering on home, passing the local shops and saying "Hi" to the occasional pedestrian. My mind is now playing through everything that has happened today. Your personal orgasm this morning in bed, the wickedly flawless fellatio you gave me in the city and now this conversation about sex in public. "Does she mean out in the open?" I wonder. I am perplexed and obviously excited about the idea of fucking outside. We have fucked outside before but never so boldly as say perhaps... the side of the road. I am sidetracked; thinking about fantasy come reality can create quite the dream state, so much so I have barely noticed you slipping something into and between our hands. I come to and look you lovingly in the eye. I am in ecstasy just walking here with you, my lust burning a fire for you that no sprinkler system could extinguish. You loosen your grip of my hand and sweep away. I am left curious as I raise my hand to reveal your panties wrapped around it thoroughly. Quickly I throw my hand down by my side, crunching your panties tightly so no one can see what I am doing as I put my clenched fist to my nose, inhaling fully as I bask in your scent. You wink at me, proving once again to be three steps ahead of me. Skipping ahead, you turn to walk backwards in front of me. Over your shoulder I can see the local park just half a block from where we are; you are looking at me as if to say, "Hurry up and work it out stupid, I want you to take me into the park and fuck me up against a tree." "I love you my Valentine." I offer the truth.
"I want you to fuck me my Lover," you give with hunger and desperation in your eyes. "You have got to come and catch me," you declare as you turn to skip away. Your skipping quickly turns into running, the next thing I know you have disappeared as you have already left the footpath to go hiding in the park. I take my time following you, occasionally taking small sniffs at your underwear clutched in my hand. You must have slipped them down your legs and kicked them up into your hand as I was distracted, thinking about all the fucking hot scenarios we have shared... and here I am looking for another. I am stumbling around the park half lost, as it appears you have left me. I am unable to see anyone in the park, I guess all the traffic is on the road. No one has time to fuck around in parks anymore. Everybody is too busy driving along, hoping to collide with their next root. "BOO!" You jump out from behind me. I jump and quickly pretend that you hadn't scared me. You turn around and lean your chest onto the tree. You look back over your shoulder at me as you scrunch your skirt up tight in your hands revealing your most desired asset. That fucking arse of yours is to my self control what kryptonite is to Superman. It's unbearable, you, up on tip toes pantiless while you hitch your skirt up looking back at me saying "Fuck me lover. I want you inside of me." And I see your fingers fumbling around at the bottom of your pouch. Massaging and opening your hole for me as you rub playfully with your clit. You are obviously still wet from our previous engagement, and as I unzip my fly to pull my penis from my pants a long string of pre-come topples out onto my fingers and hand. I start using it to wet the head of my shaft, stroking with the fluid, approaching your white/pink arse whilst gaining an aggressive erection, burning red and needing to be coupled with your drenched vagina. I plunge away, sliding easily into your pussy from behind. I can feel your fingers slapping excitedly at your clit and the outside of your pussy. You have fingers spread with my cock sliding in between. Feeling my shaft sliding past your fingers and into your body, you push back hard with your hips trying to see how deep you can take me. You rub your clit harder and I look down to see your cheeks bouncing forward and back onto my hard yet soft penis. And that's all you can think about. How hard and solid my cock is inside of you, yet how soft and smooth the skin and flesh is that encases it. You feel me spread your cheeks open as I clutch your hips and buck hard at your pussy. You feel your arsehole getting wet and you can smell the saliva now being rubbed around the lips of your anus. My thumb sits firm on your hole as I pump harder into your cunt. You rub frantically at your pussy and join hands with me as we grope at your tits. "Fuck me." You burst. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." is all you can offer as you slide closer and closer toward the edge. I concentrate and pound harder into your cunt. My stroke is slowing in pace but increasing with weight. Each time I enter you are thrusted hard and forced forward. I peak around from behind the tree and see the cars still screaming past in search for the one they love. Here we are fucking hard and desperately in this park while men and women move not far from where we engage. I can see a good length of my shaft as I pull back from your arse, just leaving the head of my cock inside your outer lips so they may guide me safely back into the open pink sheets of your deliciously sweet pussy. "I am ready to come." You squeeze out and immediately begin to quiver and moan. I throw two, no three hard and dedicated strokes into your cunt as you buck wildly around my dick, shaking your arse around as if it were blind and searching for my cock. But it cannot be found as I have removed myself from you and now hold my penis proudly in my hand, stroking lengths of come out of my penis and onto your waiting flesh. I splash whiter than your skin which is now blushing pink from your orgasm. I shake my shaft spraying a warm load of juicy come over your buttocks, dripping down the part in your cheeks and sliding south around your pussy and hand as you run my climax over, around and into your now loose and relaxed lips weeping from our fuck. Rubbing the come softly into your cheeks like it were paint and my cock was the paintbrush smothering your arse with the colour of my lust and desire. "Clean my arsehole," you whimper and slap your cheeks hard with your hands. It is a wet slapping as your hands are drenched with our come. You massage your arse while I dip down onto one knee and take two firm licks up the length of your perineum and anus. "You're arse is clean my Valentine," I serve to you and you turn around only to push me down onto the grass. We are now laying right out in the open, the cars can see us as clearly as we can see them. You duck your head down quickly giving me one clean solid suck, clenching my rod tight with your lips and tongue. You lift your head up promptly and zip me up without a glitch. You pull your skirt tight around your thighs and jump immediately up and onto your feet. I am left laying flat out in the park with your panties still clenched in my hands. You offer an arm up and I reluctantly gather myself for the walk home. Home is where the heart is and home is where this all began. "However will we finish our most amorous Valentine? Let us get you home so we can clean that pussy properly. I am getting hungry and I am dying to feast down on your cunt. I am thinking I should give you head in the shower." I smirk knowingly. "What do you think?"
"I think I love you," you spill.
"I know I love you," I return. Chapter Three "I'm not sure that I can take much more of this," you plead while starting the shower.
"There's no backing out now," I respond. Sliding cautiously into the water, you are fast to relax as you throw your head back openly accepting the wetness spilling over your face and hair. You take a large gulp of air and scrub your face with your hands as your body gradually follows suit. Squeezing gently into the shower I snatch straight for the soap and begin lathering up a handful of suds to rub over your body. Sliding my hands around your waist, I direct your body closer to mine. From your waist one hands slides down between your legs and I inform in no uncertain terms "I am not wasting any time. I want suck your cunt clean in this shower." My hand firmly glides fingers through your deepest folds. Rubbing the soapy suds up and down the length of your slit and in and out of your creases which fold around my fingers. Hugging them into your hold. Hot wet juices mingle now with the soap as I slide my hand up and through your coarse pubic hair. "I'm going to fucking love this," I say and drop to one knee. I lean on the other and duck my head under and between your legs. You lean back onto the wall and turn the shower head to aim onto your breasts. Water crashes into my mouth as I lean in for our first kiss, I lift your buttocks up stiffly with my arms to allow the water to run down different parts of your body. Taking a deep breath and moving in on your pussy, my vision is smothered with water and pubic hair. I hear you gasp quietly as I take my first serious lick at your clit, I waste no time honing in on your hood. I suck it hard in between my lips and start flicking my tongue erratically over your pearl quickly swelling. You throw your hands down and through my hair, forcing my face hard into your cunt. You know what you want and you have no problem making it clear. I lap lovingly at your cute little cat looking up at you through the water, I can see your face, an image of ecstasy, the gorgeousness of lust. Lathering the soap now in your hands you drop it thoughtlessly and move your hands up to sweep over your breasts, collecting large bowls of flesh and water. I love seeing you play with your tits. Squeezing them into shapes that tease my hard-on now rising in anticipation, but this is about you. This is about your pussy and my mouth licking and lapping away at you while you push your tits in from either side, showing me a large crease of slippery skin where your breasts meet, like a large pair of fleshy lips begging me. Begging me to slide my dick up and between them. Begging me to squirt my semen amongst the heap of slivering flesh, my penis jutting back and forth between your tits like my tongue between your luscious cunt lips. I slap your arse and your eyes bulge open surprised and excited by the change in pace. I have opened my mouth as far as it will reach and now force my tongue hard at your cunt, trying desperately to devour you whole. Eating mouthfuls of your pie, flicking wildly at your purse, clutching handfuls of your arse while running a finger around your anus as I relentlessly suck your complete cunt down and into my warm, wet and slippery mouth. I've sucked your pussy countless times and it's always this good. You just wish you could hear me whispering in your ear while I flicked you furiously with my tongue. "I love eating your pussy," you hear me slide into your ear.
"What did you say?" You find yourself startled looking down at me, my face barely visible as it is smothered by your crotch. I hear you murmuring something and I imagine that its just you telling me to suck harder or flick faster. "I can feel your clit swelling at the end of my tongue." And this time you know that it couldn't have been me as it is more than clear that I am preoccupied licking your slit like cold ice on a hot day. Valentines... "I want you to grind your cunt into my face and come into my mouth." And you realise that the voice emanates from your own mind. Your fantasy is reality as you look down along your flushed body. Pink/red from the heat in the shower and your climbing climax. "I am licking your clit in circles, can you feel my tongue pushing your cunt around like a bully in a play yard?"
"Yes," you burst out and I pull back to take a breath of air. You look down frustrated and push my head immediately back into your pussy and I am quick on the uptake, diving my tongue back between your creases hunting for your treasured pearl. "I have it. I found your clit between your folds and beneath your hood. It is a nice size now, flooded with blood and throbbing with your pulse."
"Good, now suck it," you demand.
"I am sucking now baby, can you feel me pulling you down and between between my lips? Feel how I clench tight with my mouth to keep your clit nice and still while my tongue lashes it's attention at you, flicking you closer to the edge."
You moan, "I can feel you, I can feel your tongue, I can feel your mouth sucking and fucking me. Stick your tongue inside of me. I want you desperately inside of me." My lips fall from your clit and slide down to your lips. I use my tongue to gently probe my way toward your hole. I am ready to shoot my wet muscle up and into you, and you know that you are about to get what you want. "Feel my tongue inside of you," your mind whispers.
"Feel it forcefully searching around your hole trying to devour and taste every element of your pussy juice. All crevasses of your hairy mound are flushed with both water and my tongue. Now relax as I send my tongue driving into your cunt. Squeeze your pussy tight and rub your clit for me baby. Rub it nice and hard and prepare to come. I want you to take yourself there while my tongue explores your hole and my mouth enjoys your flavour. Your sweet slippery soft flavour smothering your cunt which I relentlessly lap and gnaw at. Keep rubbing baby, I am so desperately close... in fact, here I come right now." Little did you know that I had been stroking this entire time. Whilst down on my knees sucking at your pussy I have been pulling my cock and taking myself to the edge. But now I thrust my face into you frantically as my semen squirts, spills and sticks to the top of your feet and toes. Jacking my shaft and eating your pussy has never left me feeling so flustered. I want you to come so badly. Please come in my mouth. Show me how soft your pussy is. Feel me slapping your feet with my softening dick. Come for me now my beautiful girl. Come for me now and I will lick my come from your feet. Let your orgasm electrify your body. Let it scream through your flesh and sing with your anus. Let me lap at the salty load collected on your toes and have me suck your toes like you would my penis. I am loving you happily as you are, more than any man deserves. I am loving you for your orgasm is queen. I have forgotten about Valentines day as I am consumed by you. In return you know how that feels as you have now been consumed by me. You are clean, fresh and a little out of breath. We have the rest of the night for ourselves so let us milk it for what it is worth. Television, Food and Lounge Chairs... it's a date. Valentine's Amore Valentine's Amore A Valentine's Erotic Story Laces and petticoats flew as the young girl ran to the mansion. Angelique loved the sunny air. Next week papa was taking them to England. Valentines Day was a celebrated festive over there and Angelique had heard so many things about it. She was of the age to be dating and this gave her a chance to meet someone romantically. The festive was perfect as she packed her cases and then eat supper and went to bed soon after. In her dreams she had seen her true love. Tall dark and the cold cobalt blue steel eyes anyone could imagine as she dreamed it over and over each night. Night after night Angelique fought to know more of this stunning hunk of man as she dreamed herself into the day of the voyage. Standing on the dock as the ship prepared to sale for England her mind floated to her dreams of the one person she knew she would find once she set foot on English soil. A feeling deep inside her told her he was there and waiting for her and only her and she would find him . Boarding the ship she walked the decks among people she did not give a second look to. Angelique was content to rest her heart on her true Love and no one would do. She would occupy her self for the long voyage where across the sea her love and Valentine's Day awaited her. The voyage would take three months across the tossing dark waters and it would be just coming of Spring when they would arrived at their TowneHouse in England. England beckoned to hear with the sound of his voice she heard each night in her dreams. Deep husky , romantic voice that called to her. Her dreams produced a Victorian Ball and he was there every time taking her hand and looking deeply into her eyes as he swirled her around the floor dance after dance. Built magnificent and handsome as all the ladies turned to watch the couple whirl around the ballroom. Arms reached out to touch her budding hot breasts and in her dreams the heat was painfully driving as she tossed and turned in her sleep. His head lightly circled one breast after another sending moans at first deep within and then she heard someone moaning and knew it was herself she heard as he suckled her . Lower he sought with his tongue and her mans grew as he found her clit and wrapped his tongue around it to suckle it to rigid hardness. Ecstasy and agony burst forth as his mouth grabbed each lip and he slid his tongue deep into her. All was uncontrollable as he seared her body with his mouth. Her dreams called to her and she was going to find him. The ocean swirled dark waves of murky waters and the ship sailed onward toward England. Angelique was looked upon favorably by many suitors ,but none would she have. Angelique L'Amour was Creole born and bred and her black heritage only gave off a light coffee tint to her budding beauty. Her mother was Creole and he father white. It made her an outcast in American society. But in England it matter not to anyone except the pious people from her world and there they had no say. Angelique was set on marring and staying in England if she found this true love of hers. The months pasted swiftly as she walked the decks and slept her dreams at night. Her sanity was at its ends by the romantic lover she had found each and every night in her dreams. She suffered each morning as she woke with tears running down her cheeks for this never ending love. The days were agony and she wished they would pass swiftly so she could once again be in his arms, dancing her heart and soul out with the one she knew would love her for centuries to come. Time was of the essence as she prayed for swifter winds. Each time the dreams were the same. He appeared from no where and his mouth devoured her body and soul as he ate her into crème once more. Her body yearned for him and his mouth was a release waiting to happen. Each time she would crème on his face and he would suckle her into oblivion wanting more. Not soon enough the voyage was over and as the ship docked in England she could feel the excitement of the Holiday which was only a few days away. The city was huge and the people overwhelming to this young beauty as she looked at all . Never had she seen so many and the buildings so close together and full of life. The city called to her as the carriage wheeled them out to the edge of where their TowneHouse set. Stepping once more onto solid ground she knew she had to prepare quickly for the Holiday. The next two days would keep her busy and she knew they had to go to town as well to be fitted for her new gowns. She was She still had her nights with dancing and sweet caresses from her lover who took her breath away with heated vengeance. He would be there waiting for her at the ball. The two days were hectic as she was fitted with a orange crème gown with ting seed pearls and white fancy laces that showed her exquisite beauty well. The night of the ball came too soon for Angelique as she dressed. Her tiny fingers shook with anticipation as she did her hair high on her head. The coach was pulled up below and she took one last look at herself and thought tonight she would see him and then she flew to the carriage below. Her breasts ached and her fingers floated to her mound as anticipation would be all too soon. She could feel her juices as they boiled within. The drive was short and the view splendid as the carriage arrived amongst the gaiety. Her heart beat wildly in her satin breast as she was escorted inside the great hall. Never had she seen anything like this ball in all her life. The great hall was drenched in silhouetted figures as they danced and made merry. All of a sudden a hush came over the ball as everyone in the room turned to see her standing so regally at the top of the stairs. All frozen except one tall dark figure as he glided to the stairs and look deeply into her eyes. Steel blue eyes lingered only for a second as he offered her his arm . As all watched the young couple dance and swirl around the floor. They could see the romance building in these two. Charles Germaine knew she had been the one he had foreseen coming. This was his true love and together he knew they would live a very wild and beautiful life. Charles swirled her outside away from all eyes and he touched her hair and bent to kiss her passionately. The heat was there as fires grew and he reached out and touch her breasts as she gasped deeply. This was how it felt in her dreams . The night would be a long one as he whispered in her ear that after the ball he would come to her in her room. The rest of the evening was a blur for her as they both danced with so many. She could feel his eyes watching her as she swirled abut the ballroom. Late into the morning the ball lasted. Angelique was shown to her room and the maids had prepared her for bed. Her breasts shown through the gauze gown and the material was new and cool to her skin. The heat between her legs had her all wet and juices were flowing as she waited hungrily for Charles to appear. A breeze blew onto the patio of her room and for a second she stepped out . Hands touched her from behind as Charles felt her stiffen and then relax. He sought her mouth with relish as he kissed her deeply. Angelique's head spun as he gently took her back into the room. The night was hot and Charles knew it would get hotter as he looked at her .He had quietly opened the door and entered and saw her body clearly through the gauze gown and he knew this was their night. Her body etched in moonlight showed the tip of her nipples standing upright . The swell of her ass as she moved to the soft breeze sent shivers to his manhood. Erect and wanting as he watched her he moved silently to surprise her. His arms circled her quickly and he felt her heat and he fondled her breasts and edged her toward the bed. Slowly they danced towards the bed .Touching each other as they went. The night came alive as Charles touched her breasts at first and then lowered his head to taste their hot tips . They stood as berries lush and ready for the picking and he was doing just that as he chewed gently on each one. Angelique knew his touch from her dreams. The fires building as he suckled first one breast and then the other. His hands roamed her body with a knowledge . His hands added to the already hot night as he heard her moans erupt. Her sounds drove him onward as he explored her body with his mouth. Trailing down he could smell her and his excitement grew as he neared her mound. Sweet fresh and tangy she was. His tongue circled her and fluttered like a butterfly and she moaned as he took each lip into his mouth and suckled gently. Dipping his tongue inside he could taste her juices and he almost crème himself at the joy. Her moans increased with each dip he made. Angelique thought her world would end as colors of kaleidoscopes danced in view. He was driving her to the brink of no return. His hot mouth devoured her relentlessly. His hands were all over her body making it perform like a puppet as she danced on his tongue. Arching to meet his face she was fast loosing control. Picking her slim body up he turned her completely around on his tongue and heard a moan once more from her. He could feel her touching him and felt her tiny holds grab hold of his cock. The he felt her tongue as he teased him onward. Flicking and sliding up and down him as he suckled her. Angelique had no clue if she was doing this well or not . But when she felt Charles working harder on her she knew that she was. His moans soon told her that all was well as they suckled each other to oblivion and on. Thrusting a finger into Angelique, Charles had felt she was a virgin and knew he would show her pleasure to complete first as he engulf her mound. Her moans were building as well as his but he knew he would hold back this time for her first. He could feel her body tense and he knew soon she would be creaming deeply into his mouth. Charles thrust his tongue deeply and could feel her juices as they flowed freely. Her moans loudly aroused him beyond thinking as she rocked on his face. Her taste exquisite. As she rode his tongue he could feel his own juices building and pulled back for now. Angelique had felt nothing like this before as she fought for control and none was found as she thrust down upon his tongue and mouth. She could feel her juices explode as she released her crème. Then all went black. When she came to Charles was beside her and smiling as he kissed her deeply. Touching her one nipple he played with it until it was erect once more. Her eyes widened as she knew this was a another start into hot pleasures once more. He rotated from her mouth to her nipples and back many times before he took her tiny hand and guided it down below . He could feel her hand as she took him and rubbed him and then she turned around and started suckling him like a babe would. This spit fire was more than he had bargained for. Her tiny tongue slithered all over his cock and sent chills up his spine as he laid back and let her have her way with him. He reached out and inserted a finger deep within her and he felt her scrim down onto it as he thrust in and out. Her mouth swallowed him whole and it was all he could do to not crème. How much more he could stand he did not know. Just when he thought he would fill her mouth he pulled her to the top of him and suckled her breasts once more. He lifted her body once more on to his tongue and thrust deeply again. Then sliding her down his body he rolled her over and was now on top. He slowly entered her a little at a time as he felt her hymen give way. He stopped but she urged him into her even further and he started rocky to and fro in small movements till he was satisfied he would not hurt her. The more he gave her the more she wanted and took as he was finally deeply within her. He knew what heaven was when he was inside of her and she was his and he would keep it that way forever as he heard her moans as she crème. Turning her over gently he put her on all fours and bent down to lick her once more. Slowly he entered her and her moans begun again. He would push all the way into her to the hilt and she was withering and loving every inch he gave her from behind. Slowly he picked her up and shoved deeply into her and played with her breasts as she humped harder against him. Her mound suckled him as her mouth had and as he bent down to grab her breast with his mouth he could feel his crème exploding deeply with in her. She was so tight and he could not stop creaming inside of her and by her moans she was creaming as well. Both spent they laid down to rest and slept the rest of the day. Their dreams were of each other and sensual had no bounds. Awakening Angelique found herself alone . The sun was setting once more and the breezes off the ocean beckoned to her. She searched for her gauze gown and went to stand on the patio once more. The night was perfect to her .Turning she heard Charles enter. He had a platter of meats and breads with cheeses as well as strawberries dipped in tow kinds of chocolate and drink . She stood and waited for him to come to her . Scooping her into his arms he carried her inside and served her a feast of all he had brought. Leaving the desert till later he took her down to the ocean and they swam for awhile. The water made Angelique feel so good and she loved this strange man who had swept her off her feet. Looking into her eyes here in the ocean Charles told her he wanted her for his bride and life . Angelique said yes and they swam till they couldn't and once more returned to their room. Desert was a tasting meal for both as the strawberries and chocolates were eaten in relish on each other. The night was once again theirs as they devoured each other with sweets. Charles awoke the next day about noon and told her to rest and he dressed and went to prepare for their wedding day which was to be Valentine's Day . He posted the banns and told the whole town and the celebration would be wholly theirs that day. Many were the merchants and people who had seen Charles's grow and become one of them. His plantation was the cream of all the plantations around. Le Cheri was worth millions and Angelique had no clue that she was getting everything she could have wanted and more. He would not tell her till they were married and on their way home. One day till Valentine's Day and Charles would make sure his bride was well prepared for. He had stopped at the seamstress and sought out the finest in lace and silk for her dress. Her body kept floating into his mind as he made all arrangements . This was his love and true soulmate and married they would be on Valentine's Day and all would be well. As he walked back to the Petite Mansion he owned he thought tomorrow would never come. Stepping inside the room he shared with his love he slowly undressed and lay beside her . Tomorrow would be the rest of their lives and all Valentine's Day to come their legend. Valentine's and a Belt Every now and then I could feel him adjusting himself behind me, and the leather around my neck would loosen for a moment. I took the chance to swallow as much air as I could. It was intoxicating-- full of the sweet, cherry smoke from the candles he had lit. He really went all out, even though we had just met. He ran his fingers down the small of my back, and I couldn't help but squirm under the tips of his fingers. "How are you holding up, cutie?" he asked. "If I wanted to be able to breath," I said, "I would have asked my girlfriend to do this. Where did you learn to choke a girl—Pilates lessons?" I tried to turn around to look at him, but I couldn't see his face. I felt his cock move inside of me as he adjusted himself, and then the leather of the belt bit into my neck again as he pulled it tight. "How about you shut the fuck up and obey," he responded. I could tell he's never done this before, but he was doing better than most of the other guys. His grip was firm, even if he was nervous. When I resisted, the belt twisted around my neck, hot fire dancing around my throat as it scratched a red ring onto my skin. He seemed more interested in my pussy though, watching his cock slide in and out, coming out wetter each time he tugged the belt. During asphyxiation, every thrust and stroke of his dick... it all built up inside of me, building stronger and stronger before exploding into a tremendously sweet release. Tremors ran through my pussy, growing into quakes that made my heart skip beats. I tasted my own lipstick and realized how hard I was biting myself. I couldn't help but smile as my face flushed red hot. The more I struggled, the harder he gripped. I was loving it, but I really was running out of air. My body betrayed my heart, and I attempted to dig my fingers under the belt, trying to loosen it a bit. His grip was too tight, though. I found myself leaning forward over like a dog stuck on its collar, my full weight pressing on the belt, choking me even harder. The ecstasy of the asphyxiation was too much, and the orgasm began to shoot through me, my body shaking violently at first, and then quivering as the trembling settled down. He let go of the belt, and I fell forward on the bed, face first. I lay there, panting, trembling as the last few shakes of orgasms rang through to my toes. He grabbed the sides of my ass with both hands, his meaty fingers squeezing me like a beanbag. He rolled me over and leaned in to kiss me. His tongue was confident, gliding in and out, stroking the top of my tongue, and then massaging the sides, his lips pulling on mine as he pulled away. He brought himself back up on his knees and shifted closer to me, reaching for his cock. I could feel the weight of it as he rested it on the lips of my pussy, and I could feel myself tighten as it began throbbing. Sliding the head in, he leaned in close to me again and moaned "Can your girlfriend do this?" "She's actually got one a little bit bigger. Roosevelt's Diplomacy, I think she calls it. Big ol' purple thing with veins as thick as licorice strings. Honestly, I think it was modeled after a bear, not a—" and then he cut me off by yanking the belt tight again. Driving his dick into me and pulling me off the mattress by yanking on the belt. He pulled me up to his lips and kissed me for a good ten seconds, his warm tongue massaging mine, the belt choking me as he worked his magic. He pulled his tongue out slowly, gently scraping his teeth on the insides of my lips as he did, making me hold my breath as long as he could. His cock still moved around, deep inside my pussy. With his free hand, he grabbed one of my hands, and then the other, and held them above me by the wrists. He let go of the belt, and just as I opened my mouth to breath, I felt the palm of his hand press my throat firmly down, slamming me into the mattress as his fingers wrapped around my neck. "But can she do this?" he asked, his huge hands crushing me. "N... No... usually... a little harder..." I wheezed at him. He kissed me again, and then held my bottom lip between his lips. His one hand still clenched around my airway, while his other pinned my wrists to the bed. Everything started to get blurry, and he smiled at me, his eyes observing my struggling face with a smile. Or at least that's what it looked like right before the last orgasm shook me and my eyes rolled back in my head. By the time I woke up, his place smelled like dead fish and smoke. Jumping into a shirt I found on the floor and finding my panties hanging from a chair, I went to go check out what was going on. The moron was standing by the stove, burning something in a pan that looked like eggs with pink cubes in it, and humming to himself, like an idiot. "Oh, you're awake? You were out so long I thought I may have been too rough," he said, smirking as he looked over his shoulder at me-- the small creature on the stove bubbling as he jabbered on. "How did you like it?" And that's why I hate guys. You can't ever just enjoy yourself and move on. How was the sex? Did you like the sex? I was pretty impressive, wasn't I? Every single one of them wants to feel like they are the only one who has ever brought a girl to orgasm. A dick's a dick. A tongue's a tongue. You go in and out, and try to mix it up when the girl gets bored and tells you to. Two fingers and the right ringtone on a phone can do the same thing. If I cum, you did fine. How 'bout I make you some breakfast after? Because I can do that too. I can make eggs. Idiots. Always needing validation. Though the choking was pretty nice... "I don't know. I don't really remember. I got bored and fell asleep when you were tickling me with your little elf hands," I said, trying not to gag as the fishy thing on the stove bubbled over onto the stovetop. "Well, your breakfast will be ready in two minutes," he said, still smirking and now trying to look seductive, tilting his chin down and looking at me from an angle. I've got 120 seconds to get out of here, I thought to myself. "Wonderful," I said, running back into the bedroom to find his car keys. Before I left, I at least left him a note, telling him that his car would be parked somewhere near the first diner east of his house. I wouldn't realize until much later that I actually drove west, but I'm sure he figured it out. My girlfriend got home about half an hour after me and found me in the bathtub, staring intently at a half-finished bowl of cereal that was floating in the tub with me. "And where the fuck were you, chica? I was calling you all night," she yelled, less lovingly than I would have liked, but with that ever-exotic Hispanic ring to her voice that made me melt. "With some guy, a Chad, or Brad or something. Looked handsome enough, but got all lovey-dovey on our first bone." "So you spent your weekend chasing tail with some random guy? Instead of with me?" she accused, less playfully than I would have liked. "It's valentine's day week!" "Valentine's day isn't an entire week. It's a day. And that's in, like... two days? Three days?" I whimpered, sinking into the water shamefully as I spoke. The last words barely bubbled through the water, "One day?" She walked up to me and lay down by the bath tub on her hip, pushing a curly lock of black hair behind her ear. "What's wrong with me?" she asked, looking up at me with doe eyes. "I know we've agreed guys don't count, but I still want to feel like I'm important to you. You haven't been spending any time with me lately." She puffed out her bottom lip, and wrapped her arms under her breasts, pushing them so tight through her shirt that her caramel skin showed through the white fabric. "There's nothing wrong with you!" I said, trying really hard to focus on her beautiful green eyes, and not glance down at her rising chest. "You know you're my one and only. You just don't have a, well you know. You know sometimes... you just need a dicking." "We've got Roosevelt," she said, defending her prized possession, as always. "Wait, what the heck happened to your neck!?" "Huh?" "Your neck is purple! I thought you were just wearing a choker or something, but you straight-up just have a purple ring on your neck." I felt my neck with the tips of my fingers, and it hurt to the touch. Crud. "Well...", I began. It's now or never. "That's the other thing, Carmine," I said. "Sometimes I like it rough. You know I've brought this up with you a dozen times, but you never want to be dominant, and sometimes I just crave that." "What are you talking about? I get rough all the time. You even tell me to stop hitting you sometimes." "Well. Don't stop! That's the whole point of rough." I sighed, it's an argument we've been through a hundred times. I pointed to my neck "This is rough. This is what I want. Choke me and fuck me hard, make me your bitch... But I know you're not into that, so that's why I wanted to go try it out with a man. I promise I won't do it often." "I can choke you, mi amor," she purred back at me, looking me dead in the eyes. Her pupils grew like a panther on the prowl. "I can... fuck you." She smiled, and rose to her knees, leaning over the bathtub. "But I just had my nails done, and I don't want to mess them up," she said, trailing a finger across the water and flicking it up at my face. "Carmine, that's what I mean. You're so pristine, so beautiful. I know you can't get rough. It's not you, and that's why I love you. I really need a man's grip now and then. I need to feel me being controlled, dominated for sport. I need to really fear it, to feel the danger." She leaned in closer, her catlike eyes looking hungry and wicked. "To keep you all to myself, my love," she moaned, "I will do this thing for you. I will make you, as you requested, my bitch." She put two fingers between her lips and sucked on them, opening her mouth and pulling them out slowly, licking them with her tongue. With her other hand, she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me in close, kissing me. Her wild tongue searched through me, our tongues caressing like mad lovers in an embrace. She kept kissing me fiercely and only pulled back occasionally to let out a wild, hot breathy moan in my face or to nibble on my earlobe. I felt myself start to cum, and tried to hold her back but she pushed my hand aside, and pressed me against the back of the tub. The cold ceramic sent shivers through my neck that trickled all the way through my legs. She seized the opportunity and plunged her two wet fingers down beneath the water and between my thighs. Still holding me in place with her other hand, she had her way with me, massaging my clit until my legs kicked out, hitting the drain. She squeezed both fingers quickly into my pussy, rubbing the top until I began to moan. She studied my eyes as she played with me, waiting for the moment I squirmed. When she found my g-spot, my eyes betrayed me and I trembled a little. She went ballistic, rubbing my spot back and forth, pressing gently up towards the roof as she did, trying her hardest to make me cum. When the orgasm started, I threw my head back, screaming, but it only provoked her to go harder, faster. She pounced on my neck, pulling my head back by my hair so I couldn't resist, and pressed her tongue to my taut neck. Electric pulses ripped through me while her fingers played with my pussy. The orgasm settled down a bit, and she noticed I was getting numbed to it. Still holding me by my hair, she pushed me under the water and held me there. When she pulled me back out of the water, she was grinning, from ear to ear, breathing heavily. She was loving it. "Choke me," I moaned. Her fingers went up to my neck, her manicured nails poking gently against my throat. "Beg me for it. Beg me to choke you like a dog." She looked me in the eyes, her breathing wild. "I beg you. Please. Choke me." Instantly, she composed herself and said "No. You do not tell me what to do." She smiled, and pulled herself away and began walking towards the door. She stopped herself and said "Oh no. It looks like my shirt has gotten all wet." She turned back to me, and gently leaned over to show the transparency over her breasts. She grabbed her shirt at her tummy and pulled it gently, tug-by-tug, over her head and let it fall to the floor, where she kicked it aside. "Prove to me that you are my slave, and maybe I might choose to pleasure you some more." She turned and walked towards the door. "Carmine!" I called after her, panting and smiling like a fool. "I promise. I will always be faithful to you. No more guys, no one else. Just you and me." She looked at me and smiled as she walked out of the bathroom. "I'll be back later tonight" she promised. Valentine's Babies In the interest of complete transparency, I must confess up front that I'm a Valentine's Baby. This is a reality that through the years has disappointed, and at times, even angered me. More than I care to admit. I mean the odds are roughly one in 365 that any specific day of the year will end up being a particular person's birthday, so with the exception of those poor saps that celebrate theirs every four years on February 29th, being born on February 14th is no more unusual than being born on March 10, or June 2, or September 19, or... you get the idea. Still, for some reason, I was the only person I had ever known that celebrated his or her birthday on Valentine's Day! It seemed odd, but it was true. As anyone else who has had the misfortune of celebrating a birthday on a holiday knows, it sucks. If it's a day of gift giving, like Christmas, a Christmas baby is invariably denied a gift that he or she would otherwise have received -- the distinction between birthday presents and Christmas presents tending to hopelessly blur. Even worse, if the holiday is simply an occasion for celebration, a holiday baby has to share his celebration with everyone else's. The bottom line is that when your birthday is on a holiday, no one gives a shit about your birthday. And maybe I don't have the most unbiased perspective, but I think Valentine's Day is the worst. It's the only holiday that is mixed up with love, romance, and, god forbid, sex, so it's the only one that pretty much guarantees the birthday boy or girl will absolutely be denied the possibility of love, romance or sex on that fateful day. And then there's just all the crap you hear if you're a Valentine's Baby. My whole life people, mostly girls, have had absurd reactions to finding out that I was born on February 14th. From the simple, but stupid, "You must be really romantic!" to the more annoying, "Oh, I'll bet you're a regular Rudolph Valentino!" to the patently absurd, "I just know you've got a cute little naked butt, just like Cupid!" The truth is every birthday that I've ever had has been a disaster. From my seventh, when I wound up being admitted to the hospital with strep throat, to my 10th when my birthday presents were all stolen from my parents' car, then my 17th when my girlfriend broke up with me, to my 18th when my birthday party -- the one that another girlfriend threw for me -- was raided by the cops for underage drinking, and finally culminating two years ago, the day that my father died. So a year ago, when my 21st birthday was about to roll around -- on a Saturday, no less -- I was none too excited about what the day promised. I thought it best to keep a low profile and stay out of people's way, and maybe, just maybe, if I was lucky, the day would be uneventful and boring, rather than catastrophic and tragic. Most importantly, I didn't want anyone to find out it was my birthday. Most people spend their 21st birthdays in a bar, drinking legally for the first time in their lives. Others host major house parties for which they purchase huge quantities of alcoholic beverages. Neither of these options sounded particularly inviting. Neither did any other options. So when I was invited to a party on Saturday night at Mike Marcus' condo, I definitely didn't want to go. A Valentine's Day party hosted by the most shallow, superficial, and overprivileged jerk at the entire university? That sounded so awful that it seemed I was destined for just such a fate. Mike Marcus, or at least his entourage, had been the subject of a lot of derision from my friends and me before that Valentine's Day. He had this girlfriend -- I never knew her name -- who was perhaps the dumbest person I have ever met. She was a sex machine, no doubt, and incredibly hot, but dumber than dirt! One night I happened upon her in the university library, when she was playing with her iPhone. She was wearing some skank outfit and trying to take pictures of herself next to a bust of Golda Meir, for god's sake! I'm certain she was deeply enthralled with Israeli politics and clearly well aware of the fact that she was posing next to the statue of the woman whose name was emblazoned across the front of the building. Or not. I was walking by her table, and she stopped me. She had no fucking idea who in the world I was, nor should she have. "Hey, will you take a selfie of me?" "A selfie of you? Doesn't my taking your picture negate the selfie descriptor?" "Huh? Oh my gawd, will you just take the selfie?" She hadn't the time to deal with the shiftlessness of those of us from the underclasses. So I did it, sucker that I am. I really didn't know Mike Marcus, but everything about him screamed hipster jerkoff. He hosted these huge parties, and he seemed to know everyone from everywhere. And he had everything -- women, drugs, money, and connections. Maybe I was just jealous, but he didn't seem like the kind of person I wanted to have anything to do with. But if I didn't know Mike, I did know his parties. I had been to two of them, but the most memorable was one last fall when he had probably 2000 people to a shindig at his parents' mansion on Lake Drive. He had -- get this -- two bands as well as a deejay playing music, a sound system that most touring bands would envy, and enough intoxicants to provision the Third Army. The thing that really amazed me about Mike is that despite being the last person in the world that needed money, he had managed to make a few thousand bucks off that little affair -- I overheard that one from Golda Meir's skanky friend! Not that he had done anything particularly underhanded. He'd just charged five bucks a head for shitty beer, and multiplying that five by 2000, he'd pulled down a cool 10 Gs before expenses, which essentially amounted to about 35 kegs of beer and some cheap appetizers, considering that the bands and the deejay all performed for next to nothing. I was assuming another huge affair on Valentine's Day, thousands of people, bad band, shitty beer, the whole nine yards of dreadful! But instead, it was supposed to be a tiny, intimate affair at Mike's high-rise apartment on the lakefront, and according to my friends Laney and Garrett, I had been personally invited. Laney and Garret were old friends of mine. They had been a couple ever since high school, and they were perfect for each other -- two really good people that were made even better by being together. Unfortunately, I always felt like a third wheel when I hung out with them, even though they'd told me countless times that they wanted me there. I didn't believe them about the party -- Mike didn't know me -- but both Laney and Garrett shared an economics class with him, and insisted that Mike had approached them in the lecture hall on Monday morning and had asked them if they were friends with Ethan Walsh -- me. When they responded affirmatively, he asked them if they would invite me to a small Valentine's Day get together at his place, and that they were invited as well. He wrote his number on Laney's hand and asked her to call him back and let him know who would be coming. Then, he told them he hoped that we would make it; that it was really important to someone he cared about. That night, less than a week before Valentine's Day, Laney and Garrett laid out the details. When I heard them, I was skeptical, "First, why would Mike Markus want me at one of his parties? He doesn't even know me." "Apparently, he does," Laney said, holding up her ink-covered hand. "Okay, assuming that's true, why would I want to attend his party? I've already been to two too many." "I don't think he's as big an ass as you think he is. Yeah, he's rich and all, but he a pretty smart guy, and from what he says in Principles of Macroeconomics, he's no Milton Friedman. Seems pretty Keynesian to me," Garrett argued. "He actually seems like a pretty, nice guy." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Okay, who's the person that he cares about, and what does that have to do with me?" "Okay, good questions. I'll try to find out in class on Wednesday," Laney capitulated. I think both of them really wanted to go, which amazed and somewhat disappointed me. On Wednesday afternoon, I met them in the Student Union. "Well, we found out why you were invited, but... we're not supposed to tell you. It's a surprise. But here are the generalities: Mike has a cousin who knows you. That's who invited you, but that person doesn't want you to know that, so we can't tell you the name, even though we know it," Laney explained. "I know you'll be pleasantly surprised, bro," Garrett promised. "It's all so fucking weird," I said, "And Mike Markus." I just don't like all of the mystery." "It'll be okay; you'll see," Laney said. "Okay, tell him I'll go, but two conditions: do not tell anyone it's my birthday! Do you understand me, no one! And if I want to leave, we leave immediately, okay?" "Okay, deal," she said. I still didn't understand; I thought everyone thought Mike Marcus was intolerable. But when Saturday arrived, Laney was almost giddy when she called to get the directions to Mike's condo. He lived at a place called 1522 on the Lake on the 17th floor. At least I would be 16 stories above any schmuck couples eating romantic dinners at trendy east side restaurants. We were supposed to come over about 8:00, and I wanted to be fashionably late, but Garrett was driving and so we arrived about 10 minutes after the appointed hour. Just walking into the lobby I knew the place was way too fancy for me to feel comfortable. We took the elevator up to the top, the 17th floor. When we knocked on the door to 1712, Mike answered. "Laney! Garrett! I'm glad you could come!" He gave Laney a polite hug, and fist bumped Garrett. We stepped inside a posh apartment, I mean scary posh. "You must be Ethan," he said. It's nice to meet you. I'm Mike." "It's nice to meet you, too," I said. "Thanks for having us." There was no point in being an asshole. We walked into this incredible great room with windows on two sides: the east-facing ones overlooked the lake and the lakefront; through the south windows, we had an amazing view of downtown. There were about 10 people sitting around drinking cocktails. I didn't know any of them, though I recognized several. There was one exception. Sitting in a leather love seat by herself was Kris Walden, one of my classmates from last semester's History of Modern Philosophy. I hadn't seen her since that class had ended. She was a really cute, sweet girl that I had met for coffee one time at the end of the semester. I would have loved to have kept seeing her, but that was four days before the semester final, a semester during which I had been oblivious to the fact that she was interested in me throughout the better part of our study of Rationalism and Empiricism. Apparently, Kierkegaard brought out her assertive side; and so on the final Saturday of the semester, she asked me if I would join her for coffee at Alterra. We had had a really nice time together, talking and getting to know each other a little bit. We talked about philosophy, different thinkers that we had read, and kind of where our heads were at philosophically speaking. The thing that I loved about Kris was that even though she was incredibly bright and well-read, she wasn't a philosophy snob. In fact, despite the fact that she was in love with ideas, she was as humble and unassuming as anyone I've ever known. Pretty soon our conversation shifted to music, and we discovered that we had pretty similar and militantly anti-commercial tastes. And like me, Kris liked all different kinds of music. I was really attracted to her, and I wanted to call her immediately to invite her out on another date, but instead of calling her the next day, I balked, not wanting to appear overly excited. Then, the next week was really busy what with finals and all. And all of a sudden, it was Christmas and New Years, and a million other things happened. And then when the spring semester started, it just became harder and harder to place the call. I was embarrassed that I'd been remiss in not calling her sooner. Now we were a month into the new semester, and I figured I probably looked like an asshole -- like I was avoiding her. That was the last thing I wanted to do, because I liked her a lot -- really a lot. Kris had it all, as far as I was concerned. She was smart, funny, and beautiful, really beautiful. She was a smallish girl with light, brown hair that fell about her shoulders in gentle curls. Her eyes were hazel -- a bright emerald color around the outside that transitioned to a warm brown near the pupils. She had a delicate, little nose that turned up just a bit at the tip, and full, soft lips. In class, she had always worn glasses -- these cat-eyed, brown, tortoise shell frames that made her look really intellectual. Not that she needed to affect an intellectual posture. The moment she opened her mouth in class, everyone from the professor to the stupid jock who was flunking out because he'd mistakenly thought philosophy was a "bird" course knew she was the real deal -- a truly brilliant mind that didn't need to put on airs. But on that Saturday morning, she surprised me when her gorgeous face smiled back at me without her now-familiar spectacles. But there was something else about Kris that I found really attractive. Though she was a junior just like me, she looked so young and innocent. She had this indescribable quality about her -- an innate curiosity about the world and the ideas that thinkers of all kinds had been juggling around in their heads for centuries, if not millennia, except that her mind was so sharp that her demeanor was also tempered with a kind of gentle wisdom, acceptance, and tolerance of all of those ideas. I was infatuated with that aspect of her. But then there was her body, and there was nothing innocent about that! I think that's why she went to such extremes to cover it up. I knew a great body when I saw one, and Kris had a great body. I just had to guess a bit about the details. You see, throughout our time together in philosophy class, she seemed to do everything in her power to keep that spectacular form obscured from view -- first with loose-fitting, oversized blouses, and long, flowing skirts, and later with thick sweaters and coats with long tails. Still, when it came to Kris, I swear I had X-ray vision. I just knew how unbelievable she would look naked, and I had envisioned that scene more than once, laying in bed with my stiff dick in my hand. Tonight, she was dressed in such a way that I didn't need to do nearly so much imagining. She looked so different. Gone were her glasses, and in their place, she wore a lot of makeup, especially around her eyes. She was also wearing a sort of taupe-colored, satin dress that sported its own wide, black, faux leather belt, which cinched around her tiny waist. Even though it was winter outside, the dress bared her shoulders with slender, matching faux leather straps. The hem was cut so high that it exposed most of her toned legs. On her feet, she wore a pair of strapped clog heels. I was surprised to see how tanned she was, like she'd spent time in a salon. That seem inconsistent with the image I had of Kris, but it was also very sexy. I later found out she'd spent two weeks between semester break in the Cayman Islands, soaking up the sun. In addition, her arms, legs, and shoulders were adorned with a number of tattoos, which also surprised me. But one attribute stood out above the rest. Her low-cut neckline accented a pair of incredible breasts, featuring a matinee necklace with a heart-shaped, sterling silver pendant that I could just barely make out as it disappeared into her cleavage. Through all my imaginings, I could never have envisaged tits so perfect. But once my senses were able to soak all of her up, my brain took over. A lot of things didn't make sense to me. First, what was Kris doing here? She didn't seem to fit in with any of these people. She was really intelligent, a deep thinker, and just too good a person to hang out with shallow people like Mike and his ilk. I figured I would have to spend the night finding out. I quickly approached her half empty love seat, absurdly fearful that someone else would take it before I could, "Kris, I'm surprised to see you here! How have you been?" I realized immediately that I must have looked bad in her eyes, that I hadn't called her since our coffee date. "I'm so sorry I haven't called you," I apologized. "Ethan! I'm so glad you could make it! I've missed you!" I was a little confused; she seemed as if she had been expecting me. Before I could say anything, Mike interrupted, "Ethan, Kris tells me you're enamored by the Christian Existentialists. I thought you might be interested to see what I gave her for her birthday." I turned to Kris who reached down to an end table next to her that was covered with spent gift wrap, and, smiling brightly, held up a hardbound copy that offered two of Kierkegaard's best works Fear and Trembling and The Sickness Unto Death. "Kind of where the whole thing started, don't you agree?" Mike said. I did agree. These were two books that Kris and I had discussed on a couple of occasions, including that Saturday at coffee. They were important books. I was dumbfounded that Mike, of all people, had given them to her. But that wasn't the only thing that dumbfounded me. "When is your birthday, Kris?" I asked. She looked at me, smiling beatifically, "Today," she said. "I'm a Valentine's bab...." "Really?" Laney interrupted, and before I could flash her a dirty look, she was out with it, "You know, it's Ethan's birth...." She caught herself, but it was already too late. "Ethan, it's your birthday too?" Kris asked with amazement. I was incredibly embarrassed, and I was certain that the evening had just been ruined. I shook my head affirmatively, but didn't say anything. Everyone in the room was looking at me. "I'm really sorry, Ethan," Laney said. She turned to the rest of the party, "He didn't want anyone to know. He's had bad luck with birthdays. It was the one thing he made us promise about coming over here, and I broke that promise before we've even sat down." "Well," Mike said, smiling. "I guess this birthday party's got two guests of honor. "Happy Birthday, Ethan!" he said with absolute sincerity. My birthday news seemed to have had a strange effect on the whole scene. Instead of the small conversations that had been happening between one, two or three people, everyone got up from their seats, shook my hand and wished me a Happy Birthday. The music started pumping from Mike's stunningly great stereo system, and the party was on. And I, in turn, wished Kris a Happy Birthday, as well as a Happy Valentine's Day. It was a weird epiphany. Not only was she the first person that I had ever met that was also born on Valentine's Day, but we had, in fact, been born on exactly the same day, only two hours apart. From what Mike had said, I knew that this little get together was Kris' birthday party, and I found out from her that she had asked him to invite me. But I was still a bit behind on some of the other details. "How do you know, Mike?" I asked her a few minutes later as I sat on the love seat with her, sipping a glass of some amazing single malt Scotch. She looked at me a little strangely. "Oh, I thought you knew," she said, "we're first cousins. His mother is my mother's older sister. We've known each other since we were toddlers." Valentine's Babies "Forgive me if I'm saying something offensive, but you two just don't seem very much alike," I said as diplomatically as possible. "Believe me, you're not the first person to say that, so don't worry, I'm not offended. But I suspect you're like most people; you don't really know, Mike. He comes off as very aloof and standoffish, and I'll admit some of the people that he has hung out with were absolutely deserving of that criticism, but Mike is complicated, and when it comes right down to it, he's family, so I still love him. Besides, I can tell he likes you." "Why would he like me? He doesn't even know me." I still had my doubts. "He knows more about you than you think. I've told him about a lot of our conversations in philosophy class. Based on what I've told him, he thinks you're brilliant, and he knows a lot about philosophy too. I think he'd surprise you." "Why would he think I'm brilliant? 'Cause I'm not you know. Do you know what my GPA is?" "He thinks you're brilliant, because, I do, and he always agrees with me!" I was about to argue the innumerable flaws in that logic, when the topic of conversation walked over to the love seat to talk to us. "So, Ethan, Kris, Laney, and Garrett tell me that you're quite a music aficionado. Care to spin some tunes for us. It's your birthday, so why don't you take over control of the stereo?" "Are you sure you want that to happen? I've been known to play things that alienate just about everyone in the room. I have pretty weird tastes. Well, somewhat weird tastes," I admitted. I was actually overjoyed at the opportunity. "I think this party could use a little diversity. Do you have your iPhone, or do you want just play some of my stuff? "Actually I have my iPod with me. I think I may even have a Valentine's Day playlist." "You still have an iPod? I thought the iPhone replaced those things," said Mike's gorgeous bombshell of a girlfriend who just happened to be eavesdropping on our conversation. I was annoyed. It seemed typically snobbish, and Mike gave her the dirtiest look the moment she said it. Later, I saw him pull her into the kitchen to talk. "Well, I do have an iPhone, but it wouldn't work very well if I kept all of my music on it. My iPod has nearly 14,000 songs, and they take up a lot of memory -- 64 gigs to be precise." "Makes a lot of sense with that much music," Mike said. "Where did a guy your age get so many tunes?" "I've been collecting for a long time, but I also inherited a rather extensive collection," I said, somewhat embarrassed that I was having this conversation. I usually let my music do the talking for me, rather than the other way around. "Inherited? Whose collection did you inherit, if you don't mind my asking?" Mike asked. "My father's. All of his vinyl recordings, a lot of really rare stuff -- jazz, folk, old country, rhythm and blues, and a lot of really early rock and roll," I said. "My father believed that popular music would have been better off if everything just stopped about 1966. I'm beginning to agree with him. Anyway, after he died, I digitalized a lot it; at least the stuff I really liked." "I'm so sorry, Ethan," Kris apologized with tears in her eyes, "I didn't know your father was dead. I'm really, really sorry." "What can you say, heart attacks happen," I tried not to sound too bothered by the conversation, but the truth was I didn't want to be talking about this. It was an unpleasant anniversary. "Well, if you don't mind, why not play the Valentine's Day playlist? That sounds really interesting. I'm curious what you're into," Mike said warmly. So I plugged in my iPod, and cued up the playlist. It started with the most obvious choice in the world, but I also thought it was perfect for the occasion -- Chet Baker's "My Funny Valentine." It's my favorite version of the song, and it came from one of the records I got from my father, a mid-50s recording called Chet Baker Sings, the first album to ever feature his singing. When Baker's thin, reedy voice, backed by the low rumblings of a double bass, began trembling through Mike's $5000 speaker system, a few partygoers visibly stopped what they were doing and started listening. Then, Kris jumped up to hug me, "Oh I love this song!" she said enthusiastically. "The vocals are so good!" "They sure are," Mike said, from behind us, "but Chet Baker isn't really a singer; he's a trumpet player." It was an interesting observation, but one that I concurred with wholeheartedly. Maybe this guy wasn't the vacuous, superficial charlatan that I thought he was. "That right," I said, "And that's why he's so good, precisely because he's not really a singer. It's like his vocals are so vulnerable because he knows the limitations of his voice, and that's what makes his singing so good." The next song was a rocker from the 80s by The Replacements, named appropriately "Valentine." This one made more sense to Mike's friends, but I could tell that none of them had ever heard it before. It was at least fifteen years too old for them. The playlist followed up The Replacements with Steve Earle's "Valentine's Day," a sparse acoustic number that dripped with heartache and regret and featured only Earle's twangy vocals and spare guitar. Next up was My Bloody Valentine's "Only Shallow" -- not really a Valentine's Day song, but I figured that when you're band is named My Bloody Valentine, you've earned your way onto any Valentine's Day playlist! Kevin Shields' "glide guitar" elicited some weird reactions from the Coldplay, Fall Out Boy, and My Chemical Romance fans in the audience. The rest of the songs on the playlist were likewise dissimilar, eclectic, and non-commercial: Jeff Buckley, Creation Rebel, Big Star, Al Green, Bright Eyes, Dusty Springfield, John Coltrane, UB40, Jackie Wilson, and on and on. After the first few songs, Kris and I settled back and talked and drank. We actually visited with some of Mike's friends, each of whom complimented me on my playlist. Each of them knew something about the songs, artists or musicians that I had included. Many of them turned out to be pretty nice people, with the exception of Mike's obnoxious girlfriend. Toward the end of the evening, well after midnight, I found myself talking to Laney and Garrett. "Well, are you glad you came?" Garrett asked. "Yeah, I am. It's been fun, and I like Kris a lot," I said. "So, it was her idea to invite us, huh?" "I told you you'd be pleasantly surprised," he said. I was more than pleasantly surprised; I was also pleasantly intoxicated. "Ethan, I'm sorry I blabbed. I didn't mean to. I hope it didn't ruin your night! You know we love you," Laney apologized. "Thanks, I know you do. And don't worry; it's okay, but next time, I'll know better than to trust you with nuclear secrets!" She smiled. I knew she felt bad, but it had actually worked out nicely. I had my 15 minutes of fame with the hipster crowd and had found out that they weren't awful people, especially Mike. "Listen, were going to head out," Laney said. "Do you want to come with us, or...?" I think Kris guessed at the conversation we were having from across the room, and she had something to say about it. Before I could answer, she approached us. "Ethan, I just wanted you to know that... um... I'm... spending the night here, and well, if you don't have... if you want... to stay... you're more than welcome." I had been trying to figure out an angle to get her to come with me, back to my place, but this was even more convenient, and I really didn't want to go back outside into the cold anyway. Before I had a chance to respond, Laney interrupted again, "Okay, well, we're going to take off, so you two have a great rest of your Valentine's Day and Happy Birthday to you both. You make a nice couple." It wasn't even remotely subtle, but I knew she was trying to help. Besides, it pretty much sealed the deal. There wasn't even a distant possibility now that I was going to say "no," not that I had any intention of saying "no" to begin with. Kris and I had one more drink with Mike and a few other people -- thank god, the skanky girlfriend was gone now, and I would later learn that night was the end of their relationship. Just as we were about to wander off to the guest bedroom, Mike turned to me and said sincerely, "Ethan, I'm really glad you came tonight. You're a cool guy, and you make Kris really happy. I hope you feel like you're welcome here anytime. I care a lot about my cousin, and she cares a lot about you, so don't be a stranger, okay?" "Oh, and one other thing," he continued. "You've got killer taste in music, dude. Thanks for playing your tunes tonight!" He smiled at me warmly. "You're welcome, Mike. Thanks for having us over. I had a good time, probably the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you." So I grabbed Kris by the hand, and we strolled down the hallway to a bedroom on the southwest corner of the apartment, replete with floor to ceiling windows overlooking downtown. The lights of the city, reflecting off February's snow, cast a romantic ambiance about the room. And so I took Kris' beautiful face in my hands and kissed her with passion. She hugged me tightly, and her stupendous tits were mashed up against my chest, as I bent low to kiss her sensual lips. It has never ceased to amaze me that a woman's lips can tell you everything about her as a lover, and Kris Walden had the most sensual lips I had ever kissed. Then, I turned her around and began kissing, licking and nibbling at her ears, the nape of her neck, and her exposed shoulders, while my hands ran up the front of her dress, over her breasts and around her waist, and down her legs. I carefully and diplomatically avoided touching her between her legs. That was better left for a time when we were horizontal. After five minutes of groping, I broke our embrace, and putting my hands on her warm shoulders, I apologized, "Kris, I feel really bad that I didn't call you after that day when we went out for coffee. I should have done it the next day, but then... I don't know what happened. I don't have any excuses. I just... I feel... bad.... I really liked you; right away, I really liked you." She just stared up at me with this angelic look. She was beautiful bathed in the warm light from the window. "You're kind of my image of the perfect woman," I continued, "and I'm not just saying that. You kind of have it all working -- brains, humor, and beauty. You've knocked me for a loop. Am I an asshole if I tell you that I'm falling in love with you?" "No, you're an asshole if you act like you're falling in love with me when you're not." I didn't say anything, but that statement seemed to convey a lot about where she was coming from. "Ethan, I invited you here tonight because I'd fallen for you too, and I wanted to sleep with you. Mike was kind enough to help me arrange things." And then she bared her soul, "Look, the reason I like you so much is because I think we both want the same things, and if there's one thing I know about you -- you're not into shallow and superficial shit, and neither am I." "And don't apologize about not calling me! First of all, if you had called, I couldn't have seen you anyway -- I was in the Caymans and then I went to visit my father. He and mother are divorced; he lives in San Francisco. And even after I got back here, I wasn't sweating things. I knew you liked me. A girl can tell. So I figured I'd just find a way to bring you to me. And that's where Mike came in." "Ethan, every girl in the world is waiting to hear some guy tell her he's falling in love with her. What would make you think that would make you an asshole?" "I don't know. It's just that my birthdays haven't really gone very well. In fact, they've been downright disastrous. I was just afraid there was still time for the whole thing to blow up in my face. This one has been so good that I didn't want to spoil it by saying something that you didn't think was sincere. I hope you know that I don't walk around telling girls that I'm falling in love with them. I've never said that before in my life, but I'm telling you now." "How about instead of telling me, you just show me instead?" And so I laid Kris down on the bed and unzipped her dress. She pulled the straps off her shoulders, and then I helped her slither it down her body and off her legs. I lost my breath when I saw what was underneath. She was wearing a yellow knit bra and matching thong that both sported a kind of butterfly design. I could see her wide areolas and pink nipples poking through the knitting of the bra which could not contain her massive breasts. And the thong, the thong was crotchless, and her excited, wet lips were spread out between two tiny strings that snugly framed that incredible pussy. "Oh my god, Kris," I said trying to catch my breath, "you are absolutely gorgeous." "Make love to me, Ethan. I want you!" So I kissed my way down her body, languishing about her breasts for several minutes, though I did not take off her bra. It, along with her thong would remain in place throughout our lovemaking. It was kind of like when it first snows and the earth is covered by a seamless white blanket, and it seems sacrilegious to walk on it and despoil its perfection. She just looked so beautiful that I didn't want to touch a thing for fear I would ruin it. But she wanted my touch; she craved it, and every hot breath, every kiss, every lick, every gentle bite, every pinch was met with a soft moan or a deep groan that urged me on. I moved downward past her soft stomach to her hips, and then the small of her back. I took my time. There was nothing in the world that was going to stop me from enjoying every second. And then I spread her legs apart, and I crawled between them, and her pussy was there, glistening in the dim light, and I was so hard just looking at it, just staring. She was waxed clean everywhere, except for a tiny, little tuft of light brown pubic hair that started just above her clit hood and ran up her mound for only an inch and half. But I didn't want to touch her pussy. Not yet, not until she was begging me. So I kissed and licked and nibbled my way around her butterfly -- her mound, her thighs, and I turned her over and paid homage to her ass, and the tiny yellow strings that strained to hold it. And then I turned her over again, onto her back, and I bent her knees and pushed her thighs down and apart and began to blow my hot, moist breath onto her exposed pussy lips. She went wild with passion. But each breath out also meant a deep breath in, and so I was taking in her scents and aromas as well -- the almost imperceptible fragrance of her perfume mixed up with a penetrating, organic tang and the sweet floral odor of her bouquet. "Oh, please make love to me with your mouth. I want your lips and your tongue on my sex! Please, Ethan." It was what I had been waiting for, and now that I had her asking, begging, pleading for it, I could not deny her. Besides, it was her birthday, and I hadn't brought her a gift. So I slid my wet tongue, up the length of her delicate lips, and when I got to the top, I caressed her clit three times with just the very tip of my tongue. She began bucking, against me, and I had to hold her thighs down so that she didn't squirm away from me. Her breathing was ragged and irregular now, so I backed off. I went back to her lips again, each time running my tongue a little flatter across the surface of her wet opening, until after 10 or 15 strokes, I was using the entire flat surface of my tongue on her gaping wide treasure. Kris was producing so much arousal now, that her lips couldn't contain all of it. It began leaking out of her crack and down that miracle inch between her pussy and her ass. There was so much of it that I decided to catch a little with my finger and rub very gently around her anus, a move I thought she might consider too aggressive, but which instead, was met with a cry of "Oh yes, yes, yes! That feels so good! Keep touching me like that!" So I continued to very gently touch her asshole with the index finger from my left hand, while, at the same time, I inserted the index finger from my right hand into her wet hole. When I did, more juices spilled from her and down to her sensitive chute. Then I added another finger to her pussy, and I realized that now it was time to use my mouth on her clitoris. I figured that was enough to get her off, and that's what I was after. More than any other aspect of sex, I think I enjoy watching women cum the most. They always seem as if they are fighting against the feeling, at least in the beginning, and I think that resistance makes their climaxes that much stronger. And then there are the spasms that roll through their entire bodies. Women just seem to be so much more overcome by their climaxes physically. Cumming is an entire bodily experience for them. I knew this would be the case with Kris. I could tell her whole body needed this release. And so I concentrated on all three means of pleasure as I held her down with the weight of my upper body -- the push and pull of my lips coupled with my darting tongue on her clitoral hood; the deep penetration of two of my fingers in her vagina; and the circular motion of my index finger on her quivering asshole. And then it came, like a thunderous wave crashing down upon her, "Oh... my... oh... my... god... I'm... cum... I'm... cum... cumming... I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out, and then she commenced her quaking. She jerked her head back and forth in time to her convulsions, "Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh... ohhh... ohhh... ohhh... ohhh... ohhh!" until finally the shaking subsided and the muscles of her body began to relax. Kris didn't say anything for a moment. And then she sort sat up, or at least leaned forward, and said breathlessly, "Oh Ethan! That was so good. I came so hard. You don't know how much I needed that. I've been waiting for you to do that to me. I've been fantasizing about it ever since I first met you. I just knew you would be so good, but you're even better than I imagined!" "Happy Birthday, baby! Happy Valentine's Day!" She sat up all the way and began kissing me. I could tell that she could taste herself on my lips, and I knew that turned her on. But now she wanted her own taste. "Lay back! I want to take you in my mouth!" So I lay down on the bed, and Kris began pulling my clothes off me -- my shoes, pants, shirt, and then after rubbing my erection through my boxer briefs, she pulled them down my legs and off. I lay there with my throbbing cock lying against my stomach. Then, she crawled between my legs, and lifted the head of my prick to the entrance of her mouth. Her mouth around my head was so warm and wet, but it was those lips that were quickly driving me mad with desire. At first, she didn't so much suck my cock, as she just rubbed her lips across it. I suspected that she'd never taken a cock deep into her mouth or throat, and considering what her lips were doing to me, that didn't much matter to me. Then, she ran her tongue up my entire length from my balls back to my mushroom head, before she crawled to my side, and wetting her lips, she began dragging them up and down my shaft, caressing it with their softness. I am certain she could have brought me off that way, but I was aching to be inside her. "Kris, can I make love to you?" She didn't say anything at first, just crawled her way up my chest until her wet lips found mine, and whispered, "Yes, please." I reached for my jeans at the side of the bed and found a condom in my pocket. I started to open the foil packet, when Kris put her hands on mine to stop me. "Let me do that, please?" She took the packet from me. Valentine's Babies First, she scooted backwards, until she faced my erection, and then she fished the rubber from its packet. She stared deeply into my eyes, and placing the sheath in her mouth, she bent over and positioned it over the head of my cock and without using her hands at all, unrolled the condom over my entire length with her lips. For just a moment, I was deep in her throat. I realized I had been wrong about her oral talents -- she was far more experienced than I had guessed. Then, she pulled her head off me, and raised herself up and placed the head of my cock between her wet, pussy lips. Slowly, she lowered herself onto me. I gained a half an inch at a time, until after a minute or two, she had fully impaled herself on my thickness. Once I was all the way in, Kris let out a deep moan, and placed her hands on my chest, squeezing her tits between her arms so her nipples and areolas poked even farther through her yellow, knitted bra. Then, she started rocking, slowly at first, and without any twists and turns from her hips, until the two of us built a rhythm -- as she slid down my shaft, I arched myself upward to meet her. I grabbed her breasts over the knitted bra, using my thumbs on each hand, and began rubbing circles around her stiffening nipples. And then she started grinding, sliding her ass away from me on the down stroke, and then back toward me before she slid back up my stiff member. All the while she was rubbing herself against my pubic bone, and getting more and more excited. Now her moaning was non-stop, and I knew she was going to cum again soon. So, I moved my hands from her breasts and grabbed her around her hips, helping her to heighten the friction of her feverish grinding. "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes!" she started screaming, "Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm going cum again." And with this announcement she shifted even more of her weight forward onto her arms, so she could gain even more leveraged with her grinding, and as she did, another orgasm swept through her small frame. "Oh...! Oh...! Oh...! Oh...! Oh...! Oh...! Oh...!" Each exclamation seemed to signal another spasm washing over her, and I could feel her pussy convulsing around my throbbing cock! After she jerked and writhed for a minute or so, her big tits fell onto my chest, and as her sensual mouth again found my lips, she began kissing me wildly and uncontrollably. When she finally pulled her face away from mine, I could see tears streaming down her cheeks, and I realized that my face was wet from her crying. "Kris, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" She stared at me and a smile grew on her face, as her tears continued to leak from her beautiful, hazel eyes. "Oh, Ethan! Don't you know you're not the only one in love?" She pulled herself off my erection and lay down next to me on the bed, and again we passionately kissed for what seemed like an hour. All the while, she stroked my cock to keep me hard. Then, she whispered in my ear, "I want you to cum, and I want to see it and taste it. How do you want me?" I got to my knees, and I knelt between her legs. "Can I get on top of you?" "Yes, baby, please do. I want you inside me again!" She spread her legs wide for me and bent her knees so that I had full access to her sex. So I placed my erection between her gaping lips, and, leaning forward to put my weight on my outstretched arms that straddled her shoulders, I entered her in one thrust. She groaned audibly, and I stopped. "Baby, I'm not hurting you, am I? I don't want to hurt you." She looked up at me with passion in her eyes, "Ethan, please! You're not hurting me. Quite the opposite! You feel so good inside me! Just make love to me, baby! I want you to cum, to cum really hard for me!" So, starting slowly, I began pumping Kris' seething pussy with long, deliberate strokes. She was so beautiful laying there -- with a smile radiating from her beautiful eyes and the romantic light from the window glistening off her full lips. Her breasts swayed up and down, as I pounded into her fearlessly now, those erect nipples completely exposed by her yellow knit bra, and my rock hard cock parting her fleshy lips as I buried my bone deep inside her with every stroke. She was so wet and tight that I didn't think I would last very long this way. But this was a special night -- the best night of my life, and somehow the gods were repaying me for all of the pain and suffering in the past. So instead of erupting quickly, the pleasure continued to build and build, and I swear Kris just got more and more beautiful the longer she lay beneath me. She was urging me on now with every sensual word and phrase she could think of, "Come on, lover, I want you to cum for me! I want to see you ejaculate! I want to taste your warm cum! Oh, I know you have a big load to shoot! Come on, baby! Give it to me!" So I lifted my knees and pushed into her as deeply as I could, and when I did, she reached down to caress my balls, and that sent me over the edge! I pulled my erection from her wetness, and in one seamless motion, I slid the rubber down my length and off me just as my first spurt sailed from my cock! "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" It shot up to her tits, coating her yellow bra in milky, white ejaculate. But I was far from finished -- my cock kept squirting rope after rope after rope all over her tanned stomach and that sexy yellow thong. One or two spurts arched upward over her sexy cleavage, and onto her chest and neck. I kept cumming and cumming, even as Kris grabbed my shaft around the base and began jerking me off with her hand. And the look on her face as my orgasm consumed me was one of great wonder and curiosity, the same look that she got when she was discussing the thoughts of brilliant men and women, the great ideas that carried humankind forward. She was thirsting for it, hungering for more -- being in the moment, devouring what living and loving could give her. And when I stopped shooting, she released her grip on my erection and began using her finger to scoop up my cum, and lifting it from her stomach, chest, and neck, she brought it to her lips, savoring it in her mouth, like she was tasting great wine. "Oh baby, that was so good! I love to make love to you!" she said, smiling at me with great sincerity and gratitude. I fell down next to her on the bed, and began to kiss her, tasting my organic saltiness on her soft, wet lips. Great thinkers have talked and written and imagined utopias for centuries and millennia, and now I finally knew what they were getting at! I was completely, totally sated. There was nothing in this world that I needed or wanted other than to be exactly where I was with a beautiful woman with whom I was deeply in love. Valentine's Day is a week from today, and at first I didn't know what Kris and I were going to do to celebrate our birthdays, Valentine's Day, and year together. But I did know that I no longer wanted to avoid the holiday or the anniversary of my birth, because for nearly one year, I have been in love with shear perfection. And now I'm also beginning to rethink the curse of being a Valentine's Baby; I'm starting to embrace the idea, so much so that I've got a plan not only for February 14th of this year, but next year as well. So, today I bought a ring, and I'm completely confident that I've found the right woman to wear it. Maybe a holiday birthday has its advantages after all, because, if everything works out as I've planned it, one year and one week from today, I'll be able to celebrate all of the important dates in my life on the very same day! Valentines Blindfold Every time I tried to bring up a Valentines Day date with Chris, somehow we ended up not discussing it. It wasn't that he changed the subject, not at all, but somehow I would look back ten minutes later and realize that we didn't talk about it. It was very sneaky of him, perhaps. Or maybe he just happened to be pretty scatterbrained lately. But as it was, the weekend before Valentines approached and we still hadn't cemented plans. It was getting too late to reserve seats at a restaurant or concert or something, and I didn't want to go to a bar or club. Those places got way too crowded and sweaty and desperate on Valentines. It's sad that I knew that. But up until six months ago, I had the lonely fortune of a single status. Eddie's birthday. It all changed. I sighed as I stepped off the train on the other side of town for Eddie's and my Friday breakfast. It would be too late to talk to Chris about a date, but maybe I could suggest both calling in sick to work and having a decadent day in his apartment. But...I wanted to go out. We were always in either of our apartments. When I arrived at the restaurant, Eddie was waiting there at our usual table. She took one look at my face and quirked an eyebrow. "Somebody looks morose. What's up, Buttercup?" "Nothing," I said, slipping into my seat. Chris would be out soon to serve us and I couldn't very well talk about it in front of him. "Hmm, it looks like somebody is in need of a mimosa. Garçon, two mimosas!" she said cheerily. I expected Chris to come out of the woodworks, but instead, a younger guy who had just started a few months before approached our table, scribbling madly. "Good morning, Ma'am," he greeted me as soon as he had our drinks scribbled down (the drinks that I did not order...but I guess I'd drink it anyways). "I'm Kent and I'll be your server today." "Where's Chris?" I asked. "He called in sick, I think. I'm not sure." I frowned in worry. It isn't as if it was unlike him to get sick, or even not to call when he got sick, but I did know that he lived alone and his family lived a few states away. Would he be fine to take care of himself? But with Chris not here, at least, I could talk to Eddie about what was bugging me. "I'll have to give him a call after breakfast," I mused as Eddie and the new waiter chatted. "So have you got any plans for Valentines?" Eddie asked me as soon as Kent went his way to get our mimosas. "Stop it, charlatan," I teased. "I'm on to your tricks. What gave me away?" "Why what are you talking about?" she asked innocently. "Yeah girl, spill. What's up with Valentines?" "Nothing," I sighed. "And it's too late for anything, too. All the restaurants will all be filled up, even the crappy ones." "Hmm...that boy needs a good talking to. Alright, as your duly designated voyeur, I will take it upon myself to call him up when we're done with our breakfasts." "No, don't do that," I protested. "Not when he's sick." "No better time to drive home how much a guy's in the wrong than when he's already feeling bad. Sorry girly, I'm doing it." I sighed again, but didn't argue, because honestly, I wanted to have a decadent Valentines. This was my first one in thirty years. Hadn't I deserved it? I was so lost in thought and pity that I didn't notice until I had started on the raspberry bran muffin, that I hadn't ordered the food that had been placed in front of me. I started and looked down at the plate before me; a Belgium waffle with halved strawberries and whipped cream, two slices of rosy bacon, and an egg sitting in a cup, waiting for me to crack it open and eat. "Did...did..." I began, turning to Eddie. It wasn't unlike her to order things for me, but an entire meal...never. Eddie blinked. "Did?" I pointed to my plate and frowned. "Did you order my entire breakfast?" She sat up straighter, looking a bit surprised by my accusation. "No. I thought you'd ordered...you didn't?" I shook my head and lifted the end of one ridged piece of bacon. "Nope, but here it is." Eddie craned her neck and looked around the room, gesturing high with her arm. "Hey, Junior. Got a question." When "Junior" arrived, he looked only a little put out. "Yes ma'ams. Would you like another mimosa?" Eddie stabbed in the air with her butterknife at my plate. "Who ordered this?" He looked perplexed. "It's your usual. I followed the instructions left with the table and time. You are the two who sit here every Friday at this time?" "Yes..." I began. "There were instructions left with the order slip with your usual order." I looked down at my plate and shook my head. "I've never ordered this before." "Or me," added Eddie. "I'm very sorry, ma'am," Junior said, flustered. "Shall I get you something else?" I considered the spread. I knew I liked all that stuff, and the little strawberries were kind of romantic, like nature's valentines. Besides, I had already started eating it. "No, that's fine," I finally said. "I'll finish it. I'm sorry. It's fine, it tastes good." Once he's left, Eddie said (not bothering to lower her voice), "You don't have to eat it, you know. You never ordered it. He probably got it mixed up with somebody else." "No, it's fine," I returned, lowering my voice, at least. "Besides, the bran's good for me. I should eat it more. Not that I need to." Our check came, costing much lower than I was used to. I guessed the guy comped my meal, since I didn't actually order it, but I still paid half of the total bill. Then I went to work as usual. At noontime, a courier came with a beautiful fruit salad in a half watermelon rind and a large bottle of sparkling pink lemonade, along with a large envelope. I perched the card on the edge of my cubicle wall so passers by could see (I didn't often indulge myself thus) and read the note, which was addressed to me by my nickname. Hi Cherry, I'm so sorry I missed you at breakfast this morning. I hope my sub took care of you. Let me take you out to a little bistro tonight. I'll send a taxi to get you. Love you, Chris I felt an excited thrill at the idea of a date with him, forgetting that he was apparently sick. Maybe the cabbie would let me drop by my place to slip into a nice dress so we could make a proper date of it, rather than an after-work apology dinner. The rest of my day at work, I was buzzing with anticipation and could hardly concentrate on what I was doing. I was thankful when the clock finally reached my quitting time. As promised, there was a cab waiting there for me and, once I confirmed who I was, we were off. One quick change and a long drive later, the cab pulled up to a hotel. At first I started to protest that this wasn't my destination, but then I saw on the corner of the building a name for a bistro, and Chris waiting out front, and bit my cheek. He was handsome. I'd never seen him dressed up. He had been alright looking (I was attracted to him, but I wouldn't say he was hot) in normal clothes, and as we didn't really go out on fancy dates, that's always how I saw him. But in his suit, there was no denying how good-looking he was. He was just hiding it, I guess. His face seemed to say the same of me. "God, you look beautiful." I chuckled at this and slipped my arm in his. "I keep telling you I'm not God, but you say it so often, sometimes I forget." "Well good, because I'd praise you any day," he said and kissed me before escorting me into the bistro. I was drunk on the romance during the meal, soaking in the rose between us, the champagne in the tall thin flutes, the delicate portions of delicious food, and the attentions of a handsome man across from me. By the time the waiter came back around to ask if we wanted dessert, I was feeling a little tipsy. Chris told the waiter that we'd made arrangements for dessert and to charge the meal and a nice tip to our room. He rose and offered his hand to me, but I hesitated. "Our room?" He grinned. "Of course. It's the least I could do for my vivacious valentine. Do you mind? I could cancel the room and we could just go back to my apartment." "No...no, a room is..." amazing, I finished to myself. A hotel room weekend with Chris? Was I alive? Awake? It felt too good for real life. "I'd love it," I finally answered, taking his hand. He thanked the staff on the way out, something I found so adorable, and lead me to the elevators. "I didn't bring any changes of clothes," I said quietly to him as we waited for one to arrive. "That's no problem. Don't worry, Cherry." He kissed my cheek and the elevator doors to our left opened. A couple got in, but Chris held me back and waved them on. "So we won't be going out much?" I asked him, curious about that. There was plenty of room in the elevator. "The weekend will tell," he said mysteriously and waved another person on as they got in another elevator. He did that twice more before one arrived and we managed to get it all to ourselves. As we walked on, I felt a small rush of thrill and of panic as a thought crossed my mind. "Is there any reason why we have the elevator to ourselves?" I asked as he pressed the seven and we started to rise. Elevator sex, my mind whispered. I tried not to let my trepidation show. "Well, I wanted to do something," he said, confirming my fears...fears? "I didn't think anybody else would appreciate my doing it." "What's that?" I asked, feeling a little bit of a shuddering enter my voice. He reached into his lapel and brought out a red silk ribbon, wide and long. I blinked, taken aback as he unraveled it and held it out in front of me. "I wanted to know...well...you've talked about it a couple times," he said, all of a sudden sounding nervous. "I wanted to know if you'd be up for blindfolding and light-bondage." "How light?" I asked, my heart now pounding and my eyes glued to the beautiful red silk. "Just hands," he answered, "and maybe feet. And absolutely no S and M stuff, I swear." "I'd never think you'd want to do that," I said quickly, looking up at him. "I mean about the S and M." He looked relieved about that and lowered his hand. I realized that we had stopped and looked out at the hall. It was empty with one room service cart waiting to be picked up. I couldn't pretend that I wasn't intrigued, because it was one of my fantasies, so as the doors chimed and started to slide shut, I blurted out, "Yes. I'll try it. I want to try it." He sighed in relief and quickly hit another button. I didn't catch which one as suddenly my eyes were covered and the silk tied under my knot of hair. He was quiet for a moment and didn't touch me, and all that I was sure of around me was the movement of the elevator and the sound of the gears around us. I don't know why it was erotic, but it was. Then I felt his hands on my arms, bare from the evening gown, and goosebumps prickled my arms. "I'll be gentle," he told me softy. I let in a shuddering breath only a second before we heard again the ding of the elevator and the roll of the doors sliding open. My footsteps were halted as we stepped off the elevator and I could feel the difference between the floors. I didn't do very well with walking when I didn't know where my foot was going. I swiveled my head from side to side, as if that could help me see the hall around me. It could very well have looked like the other hall we had stopped at, but how could I know? Were there any carts? Were there people around? Housekeeping staff? What was the pattern on the carpet and what were the room numbers we were passing? He took my hand in his as his arm supported mine, and he murmured gently that I would be fine and to trust him. The hallway seemed to be a mile long before he finally halted and he took his hand from mine. I heard the shlack of a keycard sliding through, the click of the lock, and the tweak of a handle. As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, he said quietly, "let me take your purse and coat," and felt them leave my other arm. Then he offered to take my shoes and I felt his hand on the back of one calf. I lifted my foot and felt my shoe being slipped off, and then his hand was on the other calf. I heard a rustling, as if he was taking off his jacket, and then felt his arms wrap around me. Our mouths clasped in a kiss. It started as a simple, sensual kiss, and then deepened as my hands roamed over his back and shoulders, and his hands clasped me close and one held onto my behind. His groin was thrush up against mine and I could feel him stirring. As our mouths worked and our tongues twirled, his hands eventually found the top of my zipper and he began to draw it down. I let go of him only long enough to slip my arms out of my sleeves and then swung my hips from side to side to get the dress's momentum going so that it would drop on the floor. I had forgone a bra in my hurry, so that when the dress finally dropped, I was standing in only the pair of lacy briefs and the red blindfold. The air in the room was cool and blew gently against my skin. My already tender nipples hardened. "It's a little chilly," I stated, cringing inwardly at my unromantic words. I didn't want him to clothe me, but the cold had also made me a little nervous, reminding me of what was about to happen. Warm, moist air blew onto my right ear and he murmured, "Don't worry. You won't be cold for long." His mouth kissed along my cheek to my lips and his warm hands slid down over my shoulders. And that's when I felt a pair of hands reach from behind me and cup my breasts. I gasped, my heart leaping into my throat. I was incredibly aroused by this, but I still had too much of my sound, logical mind present. "Chris, who's that?" I gasped as the fingers massaged along the sides. "Who is that? What—" "Shh, it's alright," he whispered, kissing me again. "Just relax and enjoy it. I promise it's fine." "B—but what if I want it to stop," I asked, trying not to moan. There was a quaver in my voice from the nerves. I heard the disappointed pause in his voice before he asked, "Do you want to stop?" The hands were smooth and a little small, and definitely knew their way around a breast. I wondered if I knew the person. If I did, would that be a problem? And if I didn't, how about that? I had had sex with a stranger before, or I thought it was a stranger. I never knew. Maybe this wouldn't be bad. "No," I finally answered breathlessly. "I'm fine. I trust you." "Okay, but how about this," he said, sounding relieved. "Just in case you do want to stop, definitely want to stop, let's pick a word for you to say." "A safe-word?" "Yeah. Something you wouldn't normally say." "Like egret?" I suggested. He chuckled and kissed me on the temple. "Okay, that works. Now don't think about it too much or you may blurt it out when you don't mean to." As soon as he said that, I wondered how I would manage that, but within just a moment, the hands that were still working on my breasts had started playing with the tender, aching nipples. I was lost to it. Over the currents of pleasure, I heard the rustling of clothes. Chris and I started to kiss again and I moaned into his mouth as the soft fingers worked at me. I raised my hands and went to clasp his shirt collar, but found only skin. He caught my hands and pulled away, and I felt his breath against my ear. "No, you don't get to touch," he murmured. "Oh..." I sighed, but not because of what he'd said. I hadn't heard him. The hands that had been toying with my breasts had moved, one lower to the top of my stomach and the other to move my hair aside. The lips of the stranger behind me kissed me right behind my ear. The lips felt soft, impossibly soft. I wondered if they were a woman's. Small hands, soft lips... "I should tie you up," Chris whispered, close to my ear. The soft skin behind my other ear excited by a lazy sweep of the stranger's tongue. "Mmm..." "Do you like that?" I don't know who asked it or what it was they wondered if I liked, but I liked everything right now. An excited shiver ran up my spine at the thought of being bound, my prior reticence gone. And that soft mouth behind me with the talented hands, I wondered what else this stranger would do. "Oooooh yes," I shuddered as I heard the slither of fabric, knowing what it was. The lips drew a tiny bit of my skin between them and there was a nip of pleasure as they sucked, not hard but enough. Then there was a cool, slippery feeling over one shoulder, what I imagined was silk. It slipped over that shoulder and then the other. The hands on my left and the silk began to slip around me again, across my collarbone, over my lips, over my stomach, teasing my nipples. I reached behind me out of instinct to feel who was doing this to me, even though a part of me didn't want to know and ruin the decadence of a stranger. Once more, my hands were captured. "Behind her back," I heard Chris say in front of me and my wrists were drawn together at the small of my back. The slippery silk was teased once more over my breasts and then fingers of one hand tickled down the inside of my left arm, the silk trailing along behind, slithering down my spine and making me shiver. "I'm aching," I moaned, knowing they could smell my wetness and didn't need me to tell them. "Good," Chris said, satisfied but gentle. The stranger said nothing. The silk finally reached my wrists and was wrapped and tied around first one, then the other wrist. "Good," Chris said again. I felt him step up against me, the front of his body flush against mine, and he slipped his arms through my elbows and clamped my hands to my lower back as his hands cupped my ass cheeks and squeezed. "I'm aching, too," he murmured in my ear. His hands pulled and I was smashed against his erection. "Can you feel it?" I nodded my head, wishing I could reach down and touch it, or look down and see it, but knowing I was helpless. He kissed me then, a long, deep kiss. I could taste the champagne on his tongue. I swirled the tip of my own around it and hummed in pleasure. "Are you hungry?" he murmured when he pulled back for a short moment. "I think I promised you dessert." "Huuu...how?" I moaned as he nudged my mound with his shaft. He didn't say anything, but a moment later, I got my answer when something pressed against my lips, something cold and hard. I opened my mouth a little and it pushed in. The hardness scraped against my teeth at the same time the rich taste of dark chocolate fell on my tongue. The chocolate continued pressing in until my lips met with what at once I knew was Chris' mouth. I bit down slowly, expecting it to be pure chocolate or perhaps a truffle filled with ganache, but the tart juice of a strawberry burst out and flooded my mouth. I gasped, but Chris closed my mouth again with his own, his hands pulling me closer to him. The bittersweetness of the chocolate and the tartness of the strawberries swirled around as his tongue slipped into my mouth and stirred them. I could feel the juice trip from the side of my mouth and down my jaw as he tilted my head up. I was dizzy from the tastes and the intense kiss by the time the berry was gone, but I was barely able to catch my breath when something soft and wet wedged between my lips. This time I opened my mouth, understanding that it would be some sort of food. I inhaled and caught the scent of a peach just before my lips met his again and I bit down. The peach was sweet and delicate, so much more different than the powerful chocolate strawberry. I sighed, allowing the juice to swim over my tongue. This time, I slipped it into Chris' mouth to share with him the flavor and to caress his mouth the way the flavor caressed mine. Next was a lime coated with sugar, pure sweet with pure sour, which sent me gasping, like a painful tweak of a nipple. I clenched my hands and strained against the silk as we kissed feverishly. Valentines Blindfold The next thing to be led to my lips was cold and hard on bottom, and soft on the top. I opened my mouth willingly when I breathed in not a punch of a smell like the lime had been, but something more gentle. There were no lips to meet mine, but his hands under my chin urged me to close my mouth and take the entire contents of what turned out to be a spoon into my mouth. It was creme brulee. I hardly had a moment to crunch the burnt sugar top when Chris' mouth was on me again. I wanted a moment to savor the delicate cream and robust burnt sugar, but his fingers, still on my chin, forced my head back and I opened my lips on instinct, baring my mouth to him. His tongue swept in and stole a bit of the cream and as we closed our mouths, I heard the crunch from him. A moment later we were kissing again, sharing our desserts again, and this time, the kiss continued long after the thick cream was gone. We began to moan and I became aware again of my aching for him, but I didn't break the kiss to tell him. A pair of hands appeared on my breasts, just as they had at the beginning of the evening, the hands of the now-forgotten stranger. And the lips returned to my neck and shoulders. I gasped into Chris' mouth and moved my hips toward him as my fingers reached behind me for my stranger. "Are you hungry?" he asked. For a moment, I thought he was asking me until his lips were to my ear again and he whispered, "Your stranger is hungry. Maybe they'd like some cream, too. Would you like that?" There was a pause before he said, "I think we need more silk." "More?" I asked breathlessly, but suddenly he was gone from my ear. I felt the warmth of a body to my left and a hand sliding down over my hip and the outside of my leg and down until it reached my knee. The same thing happened on the other side, and I knew I was being flanked by Chris and my stranger. With a hand cupping the inside of each knee and each calf, they pulled and I was forced to spread my legs. Then something slid between my knees, something that felt like a chair. Another moment later, I felt the now-familiar silk slip around each ankle and secure me to what I supposed was a chair leg. Then, without a word, the smaller hands went to my hips and slid up, pushing. I took the hint and bent forward, wondering how I might stay up. But my face met a warm, soft surface and I felt breath on my chest at the same time breath entered the hot area between my legs. The surface rose and fell beneath me and I could hear a heartbeat. Chris' heart. Or my stranger. Hands were on my knees and started to rise and fall slowly on my lower-thighs. A tongue licked the inside of my left leg, not three inches below my entrance. I opened my mouth against the chest beneath me and groaned out at the same time his opened and took my right breast. I turned my head, cheek on Chris' chest, and let out a long moan. My nipples were tender and sore with need. His mouth seemed to sense this, as his teeth bit ever so slightly, tugged to the side, then released me, only to be replaced by his mouth, wide and engulfing. His tongue slipped over my skin and then disappeared as his lips met my nipple and he sucked. At the same time, my stranger's tongue had found my opening and dipped in. I let out a cry and squeezed my hands behind my back. Chris pulled at my nipple as the tongue behind me slid up the tender path between my holes. I whimpered and tried to move back against the tongue, but two sets of hands tightened on me to keep me in place. The tongue returned to my opening, this time swirling inside and flicking further inside for just a moment. I gasped and the tongue flicked in further in response. "Oh..." I wanted to moan out the stranger's name, but I didn't know. All I could say was Oh, so I said it again, and again. As the tongue worked deeper and deeper inside me, little by frustratingly little, Chris switched breasts and continued his attentions. I opened my mouth against his chest and sucked, mostly for something to do and something to hold onto. Then I released him and slid my tongue out to taste his skin. Behind me, the tongue flicked in a few quick times and then lashed out at my clitoris. I cried out and clamped my mouth down on Chris' chest, only to find his nipple. It wasn't very large, mostly because I never thought to play with it when we were alone, but now I latched on and sucked. He yelped out in surprise against my own nipple. One of his hands released my shoulders and caught my free breast. He pinched in earnest as I flicked my tongue over his, following the motions of the stranger's tongue on my clitoris. We were the both of us groaning. I could feel my excitement flowing down my leg. It all felt fantastic, but I needed more! The thought cycled through my delirious head. More, more. I was on overload, but I needed more! The tongue left my clitoris and I moaned in disappointment, but thought maybe it would return to teasing my opening. Instead, nothing. And then Chris released my breasts and slid away. My cheek and shoulders were placed to rest on a soft, satiny surface, maybe an ottoman. I heard shuffling for a few moments and wondered what Chris and my stranger had arranged. Then, the thing I expected least to happen, happened. Chris' hands took hold of my behind and spread, and I felt something slick and slightly cool drizzle down between them. I gasped, more out of realization than of shock at the sensation. "You look tight," Chris observed, his hands squeezing at my cheeks, his thumbs making tiny circles where they rested. "Your stranger looks forward to finding out." I heard the smucking and slicking of lubricant behind me. A moment later, the tip of a finger, the thumb, from what the spread of the others against my cheek would explain, came to rest against my puckering perineum. I let out a cry of unexpected pleasure and then gasped out. Then the thumb pressed slightly. By reflex, I tightened. "You are tight," Chris noted, his hands now kneading my cheeks. "You'll need to relax. Shhh, just relax." The thumb at my pucker began to make tiny circles and I heard moans escaping me. The ache inside me was growing. I was getting weak in the knees again. Then I felt something strange, not like anything I'd felt before. The thumb's tip had penetrated my tight opening and slipped in, moving upward and inside. I let out a long sound, growing louder as the thumb continued up. It seemed as if it was so much longer than I knew it actually was. It seemed to slip in forever. I felt the first knuckle pop in, but when the hump of the second knuckle reached my opening, it stopped. I slumped slightly, panting. Oh, I wanted more! But it was such an effort to relax just for one thumb. How could I handle more? The more I desperately needed? "Good girl," Chris whispered to me. The thumb inside me curled in and I let out a surprised cry followed by a moan. The thumb circled and massaged my walls and the back of my pucker. My moans became louder. It began to move slowly in and out. I knew it was just the tiniest bit, but it felt like so much. It worked around, pressing against my perineum. I started to moan in rhythm with the movement. I tried to move against it, too, but Chris' hands were still holding me wide. Suddenly, the thumb stopped and started to drag out. I tried to catch it and pull it back in, but it slipped free, leaving me smacking my opening, trying to find it and take it, longing to draw it inside once again. I heard the sound of lubricant and my horny mind elated. I didn't know what was coming, but it had to be more. I was practically quivering with anticipation when I felt the thumb return to my entrance, but this time, it was joined by another. I whimpered and tried to press back as they paused at the pucker, which was clenching and contracting in earnest. Chris wouldn't let me budge, but instead spread my cheeks wider. "Oh...please..." I begged. "Push in." "Slowly," Chris told me. "No..." I almost whined it. "I can take it." "Slowly," Chris repeated, and the two thumbs pressed in. This time it was easy for them to slip in that first little bit, but together, they were so wide that I wondered how they could make it any further. I let out a sound of disappointment, which quickly turned to a hum of pleasure as the thumbs started a rhythm of pressure and release, like they were testing for a weak spot to break through. I felt shivers and tingles all over. Little by little, the pressure increased, and the speed slowed until with one purposeful push, both thumbs popped inside me. Immediately they curled, massaging my walls. My voice quavered and my knees shook. The stranger's thumbs began to pump inside me. It felt so good, but I still wanted more. "No more thumbs," I panted. "Not fingers...I want you inside me." "Who do you want inside you?" Chris asked. "Is it me?" "N...no," I stammered, almost senseless from the sensations. "My stranger. I want my stranger." "Then I get to watch your stranger take your ass," Chris told me. "Look right down and watch it go all the way in. Do you want that?" "Ooooooooh...now!" I begged. "Please, yes!" "Slowly," Chris said the familiar, maddening word, but this time it gave me hope of what was coming. The thumbs popped quickly out of my hole, making an audible sound and I felt myself clench in surprise and then open wide. Before I could clench again, I felt Chris pull my cheeks so wide I felt I would split open and a large head try to wedge its way in. Chris relaxed his hold, but the head crowning in my hole was unrelenting. I grunted and whimpered as it pressed at me, but soon the head began the undulating motion from the thumbs before it, and Chris began to kneed my cheeks, and before I knew it, the head had popped in. Chris groaned. "That looks so amazing," he said, I wasn't sure who to. "Let me look for a bit before you move in her." My cheek and shoulders still on the satiny surface, I let myself adjust to the size of the head inside me. It had hurt, and my hole was throbbing, but the presence and the pressure of it was making the warm glow and the heady tingles return. Just when my hole had recovered, the intruding length inside me began to move, slowly as Chris had instructed. It seemed to take forever before it stopped. Then there was a pause and it moved back, sending shoots of pleasure up my spine. A pair of small hands took my hips, the pair I remembered from before. They pulled me back as it started to push in again. Slowly I felt my shoulders lifted and a warm body slid below me. Chris again, I supposed, since my stranger was penetrating my ass. His leg slid between my legs. His other leg. They dragged over my mound and got coated from my drooling lips. His head pressed against my stomach. I wanted to reach around and grab it, slowly work him up and down as my stranger slowly worked in and out of me, but my hands could do nothing but clench fruitlessly behind me. His hands caressed down my sides, teasing at the sides of my breasts. His mouth closed over my moans, his tongue finding mine and humping against it. I sucked at it and wrestled it and curled around it as we kissed. His fingers drew tortuous curlicues over my lower back and my cheeks, slipping down just enough to touch the slick, sensitive skin beside my stranger's now plunging length. Then his fingers slid down between my legs and cupped me. He tore his mouth away and grunted, "You're pouring wet." His hand moved away just long enough for me to feel a quickly cooling drizzle over my cheeks and I assumed the eagerly working stranger. Then his fingers returned. First they slipped over my already gaping lips. I bucked under the strong hands on my hips and let out a sharp cry. "Oh God Chris, I won't last if you do that," I panted. He ignored me and slid his fingers up again, then down, and then inside. I shouted. Three quick thrusts of his fingers had me almost sobbing in pleasure and desperation. I wanted more, though I didn't know what that could possibly be, and I knew there was no way I could handle it! I was about to break! I started to pant nonsense when his slick, moist fingers slid up and found my little clitoris. He began to rub as the stranger continued behind me. Together, from both ends, they were making me feel so high on pleasure, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I shuddered and shook, gasping for air, my keening voice going higher and higher as I tilted my head back. "Don't stop!" I heard Chris shout as I convulsed in orgasm. One of his hands clenched my shoulder as his other one returned to my entrance, abandoning my now painfully delicate clitoris. When I returned to myself, I was still simmering in pleasure, the stranger still working and my ass-walls still undulating. Chris slipped himself lower. I felt the head drag down past my stomach and come to rest on my mound. His fingers left my opening, followed shortly by the familiar condom-wrapped head of his cock. I felt it rock back and forth as he covered it in my cum and then he slipped it right at the entrance. My mind was barely able to wrap itself around what was about to happen before, with a great upward lunge, he buried himself inside me at the same instant my stranger buried inside my ass. "Hold it," Chris said in a strained voice. They both stayed right where they were, buried deep, stretching both my walls, filling up both my holes so full, I didn't think I could ever feel empty again. My entire abdomen seemed to throb and pulse and undulate. I almost orgasmed again right there, just in that one still moment of fullness and complete penetration, but then they began to move and the clock on our sex began to tick again. Feeling their heads move together with just a thin wall between them was indescribable. I moaned. At first their movements were simultaneous, but then they got a little out of sync, their heads popping to replace each other at the end. I let out a cry each time. And then their movement were completely opposite, one head pulling back against the other length's advance, pulling against my wall, creating a new sensation. It was nothing quite as filling as their movements in unison, but the friction drove me crazy. When they were synched up again, Chris' mouth found my breast as the stranger's fingers zeroed in on my clitoris. He sucked at my nipple, hardly able to for his gasps and grunts. By this time, both thrusts inside me were quick, powerful jabs. He was growing near, I could tell by the roughness on my breasts and in my walls. The fingers on my clitoris were equally as fervent, shuddering and quick and rough, until I was screaming from climax. Chris' hips shot up, his hands squeezing my hips to pin me down on him. The stranger thrust a few times and then buried as deep as possible. Chris' mouth sucked so hard on my nipple, I knew it'd be bruised, but I didn't care, and the stranger's finger was replaced by a thumb that jammed into my clitoris and wiggled it. My climax ended and rolled into another as Chris came below me, his shouts muffled by my breast. Our shouts were joined by a third, the moans behind me. I knew the voice. The orgasm dropped off slowly, dropping me with it, and I landed on Chris' chest, his draining cock still inside me. As we panted wearily for breath, I could only muster one word. "Eddie..." Valentine's Candy: Open Wide Author's note: This is a work of fiction copyrighted by the author. It is a novella containing graphic references to pseudo-incest and other taboo subject matter. All characters are over the age of eighteen. This is an entry in the 2015 Valentine's Day contest; votes are encouraged on this and the other entries. Thanks to CateJ and Anonymous for beta reading and editing. * "Mom, I think I need a new tutor." Melanie perked up. It was unusual for her stepdaughter Candace to be so nervous, or to qualify a statement with 'I think.' The beautiful young blond's brows were knitted together. "Who needs replaced?" Mel knew the teenage girl to be smarter than all her tutors, and trusted her evaluations, and she only had three now that she was in the local university's accelerated study program. "Oh, none. I think I need a new kind of tutor, Mom. Someone to teach me about...boys. Men. And stuff." "Ohh. I see. Sex Ed with the biology tutor wasn't quite enough, I take it?" Candy smiled shyly at her mom, thinking of Ms. Robinson, the nervous retired cellular biologist. "Not quite." "And HBO and the internet haven't filled in the rest?" Now the young girl laughed. "It's the part between Ms. Robinson's theory and Skin-emax's applications that I think I'm missing. Someday, I may even get to go on a date." "I am so sorry, Candy. I should have thought of this. You're so smart. I usually don't have to suggest additions to your curricula. Just trim things when you add to much. "Let me give this some thought. A beautiful girl like you should not be in the dark on this stuff. No girl should. Would you mind if we involved your Aunt Marguerite?" Candace shook her head before grinning. "Aunt Mar would be perfect. I have an idea she knows all about that in between part I'm missing." "Girl, you have no idea how right you are. Hugs." The two hugged warmly. An observer would immediately notice how similar the two appeared. Mel was more toned and slightly shorter then her stepdaughter, but both were slender with blue eyes and straight blond hair over their shoulders, with bright friendly smiles they were quick to share. ------ "Just walk the gardens with her and be a boy. A nice boy. She hasn't been around many and they make her nervous. Just be a good." Valentine Harrison Caldwell was nineteen, visiting home from school. He was taking a post-graduate year at a private school in Massachusetts with an elite lacrosse program. The natural athlete who had only picked up the sport two years ago hoped the extra attention and experience could land him a scholarship on a top college team. His mom Melanie had married James Caldwell, venture capitalist and widowed father, when Val was in elementary school. His new stepsister, Candace, was a year younger and homeschooled. Some kind of genius. James traveled incessantly. Besides making a good impression socially, his primary requirement in a stepmother to his child being to oversee Candy's legion of tutors. So Valentine had the run of an immense country estate in upstate New York, about an hour by train into the City. He attended the local public school's, with substellar grades, while Candy stayed home, excelling. Now he was nineteen, very much the big man on the small, brick-buildinged campus that listed Founding Fathers amongst it's attendees, while Candace was eighteen and excelling at an accelerated program at the nearby SUNY with offers to transfer to either Columbia or Yale if James would approve her leaving home. Val hardly knew his stepfather, a serious, no nonsense man with a pronounced limp. A car accident had left him broken and Candy's mother dead. James had immersed himself in his work, saying he was providing for his daughter's future, and in creating a protective cocoon around her, his only living memory of the wife he blamed himself for killing. When he did spend time at the estate, he seemed consumed with the details and perfection of the sprawling, formal landscaping. As though exerting his control over the yard might help ease the fear of being out of control that had haunted him since the wreck. Never cruel or mean, Val just found him cold, uninterested beyond a flickering cocktail-party attention. James usually stayed at their Upper East apartment when 'home' in New York. He detested trains, and the drive bothered his leg. So, until Valentine left for boarding school this fall, he had typically shared the vast estate with his mother Melanie and Candace, plus the assorted tutors and gardeners, cleaning and maintenance staff. He and Candy saw far more of his mom's best friend, 'Aunt' Marguerite, growing up than they did of her father, James. Candy was the best a stepsister could be. Smart, pretty and blond, she had none of the catty 'friends' that would have made her unbearably popular in a school setting. Instead, Valentine was her playmate and source of childhood social life. Candy adored her father, sure he wanted only the best for her, while he sheltered her from much of her own childhood. Her older, freer brother was her window on the world of kids. Unless he was doing sports after school, Val usually got home about when her last tutor was leaving. Almost always, unless the weather was prohibitive, the two would walk the long loops of the garden paths together, while Val told her about school that day. Being outside, away from Mom and the echoey halls of the massive house, he could use the language the kids did at school. She loved the stories of the kids in trouble, the arguments and altercations. Funny that Melanie would ask him to walk with Candy now, as soon as she'd picked him up at the train station. He was sure they would have taken a stroll as matter of course without Mom's suggestion. And being a nice boy shouldn't be too hard. ------ "How's college, Brainiac?" They had teased each other about this before. "Classes are good, people are confusing, gym rat." She teased him about being a high school athletic superstar whenever he kidded her for being an advanced academic one. "What people?" "Mainly boys." She blushed. "Dad didn't let me date, go to prom, anything. Even my first kiss was awful." "How awful could it be?" Valentine was certain there was a connection between his Mom's suggested 'boy' walk and the current conversation. "My Economics professor asked me to come to his office. He complimented me on a paper, complimented me on my sweater, then stuck his tongue down my throat and grabbed my...tit. I pushed him away and ran out, crying." "That sucks." "No, he just jammed the tongue in there, no sucking." He looked at her, saw the twinkle in her eye. They both laughed. "How about your second kiss, was it better?" She was quiet, then whispered, "I don't know." "What do you mean?" "I...haven't had a second kiss yet. I'm kinda scared after the last one." "Would you like to?" He stopped their slow stroll through the maze. He said it as though casually curious, not at all making a personal offer, looking not at her but at a bench placed to take advantage of a particularly pleasant view, then beckoned her with a flourish to a seat. She sat. "Would I like to have a second kiss? Not if they're all like the first one." she gazed into the distance. He sat beside her, studying her face as she stared off. "I guess what I'd really like is a new first kiss. A nice one." "You know, just because Professor Perv stuck his tongue in your mouth doesn't make it your first kiss. Did you kiss him?" She shook her head, still looking out over the immaculate landscape. She thought how her father had become manic about it since the accident that left him widowed and limping. "I think I kinda wanted to. But then he grabbed me like that and I ran." "Well, there's the simple solution: you didn't kiss him. Ergo that was officially not your first kiss. That was easy." He turned his gaze out over the view, stretched his legs out before crossing his ankles and reclined with his fingers entwined behind his head: a job well done. Finally, she turned to look at him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her fine straight blond hair swing around to frame her face. "I like that idea. Thank you." When he turned back to her, her eyes were bright. Once she was sure she had his attention, she pouted, her lower lip stuck out in the way that always got what she wanted from Daddy. "What?" He had no choice but to ask when the beautiful, charming girl gave him that look. The look demanded the recipient at least attempt to fix anything for her. "Now I've never even been kissed." "Would you like to?" He repeated his earlier question, though the meaning had changed. She blushed bright red, realizing what he was asking. She found herself unable to answer, except for the unconscious parting of her soft lips. Valentine leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers, holding the contact briefly. The sensation on her lips was so tender, she didn't tense up at all. She felt a sense of loss when he pulled back, but that vanished when he renewed the kiss, catching her full upper lip between both of his. She made a soft cooing sound before pressing toward him, kissing him back. Knowing her past experience, he only brushed the soft tip of his tongue along the lower edge of her luscious upper lip, tracing the perfect Cupid's bow line. Her cooing became noticeably louder, then she giggled. He withdrew from the kiss, but stayed close enough to lightly rub the tip of his nose along her cute little upturned one. His voice sounded like it came from deep in his chest as he whispered, "What?" The hand holding her chin moved back to stroke the back of her head, feeling her silky blond hair. "Nothing. Sorry. I thought 'So that's what the tongue is supposed to do' and it made me laugh." "That is one thing, but there's a lot more it's supposed to do too." He couldn't hide his grin, thinking about some of the other things his tongue could do with this innocent beauty. He felt a stirring below his belt. "Like what?" Her question sounded throaty, then she pushed her lips back up against his. He caught her upper lip again; sucking it between his before again tracing its curves with his tongue. He felt her lips part and he allowed his tongue to ever so gently tease the sensitive inner side of her lip. He felt her tense slightly at the intrusion, so withdrew the touch but still held her head in place. He was surprised when he felt her tiny tongue reach out and trace along his upper lip in imitation. He made sure that her tongue would slightly meet his as it finished its path. He moaned encouragingly when she passed over it in a slow, slick glide. When she pulled back, his hand continued to caress her hair, but did not resist her retreat at all. Her eyes looked nervous, unsure. "Did I do okay?" He stroked from her temple down over her cheek and jawline. "Much more than okay. How did that feel?" Her face lit up as she grinned. "Wonderful. Can that really be my first kiss?" "Is it the first time you kissed anyone?" "Yes." "Then it's your first kiss. Probably better not to tell people it was with your brother." "Stepbrother, but you're probably right about that. I wasn't going to tell anyone cuz you're just a high school boy. So, I guess it'll be our secret?" "Sure. Our secret, nerd." He traced her beautiful lips with one gentle fingertip. He felt a pulse in his groin when she caught his finger between those beautiful lips for an instant, unable to avoid seeing them wrapped around the tip of his cock rather than his fingertip. "But only if I can be your second kiss too." "I think I'd like that." Her mouth parted expectantly, gazing up at him. He again rubbed his nose along hers. "But we should walk a little bit more. Let that first one settle in." She gave a little whine and flashed her pout at him again, but couldn't hold it. She felt too good, too fluttery giddy inside. He hoped the break would help his cock calm down. No sense scaring her with that thing yet. He took her arm like a gentleman and guided her down the path. The brains of boys and girls do not work the same. Nor do any two people. But at that moment, both Valentine and Candy's minds were awhirl with what had just happened. Both battled what to do when a sweet attractive sibling, totally unavailable, became someone more. A potential lover, even if 'lover' held different connotations for the two. Candy definitely had sexual feelings, just precious little sexual knowledge. She simply did not believe what her searches had portrayed on the internet. Those huge...things sliding impossibly far into mouth, vagina ('pussy' they called it, among other things), and even anus had to be CGI. Even if they weren't real, the images still encouraged stirrings in her belly and lower. For a long time, the pressure of those stirrings would build up inside her until she couldn't hold still. Sometimes she would touch her own vagina (pussy, clit!), but that only intensified the torture. Usually it was worst at night, awake in bed. She knew the engorged penis was inserted in the vagina ('the hard cock in her cunt!' - for some reason, she found the four letter colloquialisms highly arousing), her imagination simply could not apply it to herself. An accident had led to discovering the first way she had found to relieve the torturous tension. An early Saturday morning found her on her belly in bed, entirely unaware how attractive an observer would find her round firm bottom exposed thus to view. Internet explorations late the night before had left her confused and turned on. Even though it made the torture worse, she couldn't help the hand that had wedged under her to idly stroke and tease sensitive moist parts. She decided to take a bath but the tension, the torture and the touching continued as she soaked in the warm scented water. Frustrated and unrelieved she stood to rinse off. She let the hot shower beat on her shoulders and back before turning. She removed the detachable head and let the hard massage setting pulse under her arms and against her small chest. Her nipples stuck out, hard and crinkled and tight, even though the water was hot. She ran her free hand over her breasts, dragging her thumb over each hardened nub as the water hit them. The pressure inside was actually making her angry she was so frustrated. Still, she couldn't stop the confusing thoughts that led to it or the touches that encouraged it. Continuing to rinse off, she brought the pulsing jets of water down over her smooth belly. At the lower edge of her belly, the finest of colorless hairs formed an almost unnoticeable line from below her naval to where her Venus mons rose up. There they joined thicker but still fine hairs, a mix of light and darker browns, that sparsely covered her raised mound. The hot water swept down over the hairs and pulsed directly toward her sensitive, swollen flower. As it did, her free hand followed down her belly, over her mons, until fingers again slid over her tender pussy. Her first two fingers split apart as they slid under her, catching most of the initial hard pulses of water on the back of her hand. Her palm dragged down across the tender area that hid her clit. When it was a swollen hard button like it was now, with an apparent direct line to the torture going on in her gut, she had trouble thinking of it as her clitoris. She slid her hand back upward, allowing the jets to pound into her exposed flesh. First, her lips were opened to them by her split fingers dragging them up and apart. She gasped as the tension seemed to expand inside her. Too much! Then her palm finally ceased its upward massage, pulling the protective hood off of her clit and exposing the vulnerable button entirely. Her V-ed fingers framed it as the pulsing jets struck home. She half-leaned half-fell against the stone slab wall of the shower before her back arched all but her shoulders and head back away from it. The tension was truly torture now. She cried out, unable to bare the sensation. Where before it had felt a little like a huge watch spring in her belly being wound tighter and tighter, now her entire body was the spring. Her body rigid, locked in an arch from feet to head, she somehow still held her agonized clit exposed, fingers still pulling herself open, as the powerful beads of water massaged her, pounded her, tortured her. A colloquial expression she knew but had never before spoken escaped her lips without conscious intent. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Like a magic incantation requiring the final invocation, the magic words ended her torture and in the most wonderful way. She exploded. Erupted. Orgasm had always seemed an odd word, and did not describe the experience at all. Climax was closer. She was blinded by light, unaware if she screamed or cried. The torture ended by become in so intense it released as irresistible wave after wave of pure pleasure surging through her every cell. She eventually slipped, limp and exhausted, down the slick stone wall to sit on the edge of the tub, chest heaving, heart pounding in her ears. She giggled to herself before voicing her thought out loud. "I think I like cumming." Those short, Anglo-Saxon sounding word just seemed right for how she felt. Fuck! She had just cum with the shower head pointed right on her tender clit and cunt. The words made her smile now, still light headed from the intensity of her experience. Her handsome stud of a stepbrother's kiss had started to wind the spring tight. While Valentine hoped the continued stroll through formal hedges and topiary would relax his straining cock, his thoughts also whirled in the aftermath of his stepsister's first real kiss, and not in ways that distracted his arousal. She was so gorgeous, so sweet, and so innocent. He could still taste a hint of some kind of mint from her tongue and breath. Still smell a hint of her conditioner wafting to him as he had stroked her silky blond hair. He almost grimaced as his cock twitched painfully. When it had expanded as they kissed, it had unfortunately forced its way up under his belt where it was now trapped. The images in Valentine's head were much clearer than Candy's. Thanks mainly to two older women, the twenty-something wife of a lacrosse coach and the rather forward friend of his mother's in her thirties, he had more sexual experience than most of his peers. His experiences with girls his own age were more limited. They seemed to like him, and to enjoy kissing and touching. Until they became aware of his cock. In the locker room, he got teased. Drinking smuggled beers one night, a teammate had exclaimed, "Seriously, dude. That thing is bigger hanging limp than mine is standing up hard. And Mary Lynn has trouble taking me inside." It was true. The three girls who had felt it through his pants had been horrified and wanted nothing to do with it. The coach's wife had been a set up. He found out later the coach liked to hide himself and watch his sexy wife have sex, and they had been looking for an opportunity for her to take a really big cock. The teammate's teasing was overheard. "Bill said the other lacrosse players have some interesting nicknames for you." The dark haired beauty had commented to him. Val had blushed, thrown off by being invited over to the coach's house to discuss his college scholarship prospects, and finding himself instead alone with the man's wife. Mrs. Malone was hot, liked to dress to show it off, and was looking at him now like he was dessert. She was tall with a very slim figure which led to the locker room conclusion that her sizable tits had to be fake. Perfect, and lusted for by many, but fake. He had accepted the offered bottle of water. She had apologized profusely for the time mix up, lightly resting her hand on his forearm as she did. Coach was a county over watching a competitor's game. She has been working out when he knocked. Valentine's Candy: Open Wide Confused as to how to answer, Valentine's thoughts weren't helped by the sight of the woman turned away from him, reaching into the refrigerator for a second bottle for herself. Her dark hair was tied back and hung to the middle of her back. Her smooth long legs were bare from her sneakers up to where they disappeared into short black yoga shorts. The way she bent as she grabbed the bottle displayed her very tight little cheeks under the stretchy fabric. Fabric marked by a darker black where her sweat had soaked a rough triangle below the waistband, pointing directly down toward her crack. Above, she wore a grey sweatshirt, probably one of her husband's. Frayed edges showed at every opening where sleeves, collar and hem had all been roughly removed years ago. He could see a thin jog bra through the deep cut out arm hole. He may have come up with a reasonable response if she hadn't turned back toward him after she closed the fridge. The hem of the sweatshirt had been cut high enough that he could clearly see her flat, ripped stomach above her tight shorts, which had been rolled down to ride low on her hips. Above the frayed shirt hem, her nipples pushed out hard, clearly defined through the thick fabric. He had noticed them when she let him in, but her visit to the fridge seemed to have intensified the look. She smiled as she caught where he had been staring and stepped closer. She pressed the cold bottle against one nipple, mesmerizing him with the shape of her large breast shaping around the cold bottle under the cotton. She stepped closer. "Mr. Beefy?" His blush deepened. "Horsecock Harrison?" In spite of his discomfort, his cock was responding to the presence and the attention of this sexy woman. He looked at the floor, befuddled. "Oh, I'm sorry honey." He felt her hand on his cheek. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." Val looked up at her, met her dark intense eyes. "I'm not embarrassed. It's just..." "I know." She interrupted him. "It must be hard." They both realized her double meaning. Without thinking her eyes dropped to his crotch. The shape outlined there was unmistakable. She looked at his face again. "Oh my, it is hard." "Not really. Just a little." Her mouth dropped open. "That's just a little hard?" He nodded. She looked back down at the sizable shaft clearly outlined through athletic shorts. "It gets bigger?" He nodded again. She seemed to think, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. Her very sexy lip, he noticed. He stole another glance at where her nipples stretched out the grey knit, noticed the shimmer of sweat beads at the base of her throat and between the upper curve of her tits. Valentine drew in a sharp intake of breath when his coach's beautiful wife reached down and traced one finger along the length of his cock. Still looking down, she whispered. "Can I see it?" This was the first time any female had not been frightened by discovering his size. He felt the tug along his leg as more blood flooded the growing shaft. He heard Mrs. Malone's gasp as her finger felt it too. He managed to form an answer to her question. "Yes." She pressed her palm and fingers against his length, feeling the thick mass still expanding. She glanced around the kitchen, then took his hand. "Not here, come with me." Val allowed her to pull him upstairs to the bedroom. She stopped at the foot of the bed. She positioned him right in front of her before she sat on the mattress. His crotch was directly before her eyes. She didn't reach out or touch him. She simply stared at the bulge running down his left leg. She looked up to see him looking directly down at her cleavage. "You like those?" She asked. Without waiting for an answer she pulled the loose sweatshirt over her head. Her thin white jog bra was almost transparent with her sweat. Val stared. Impossibly round globes stretched the thin material outward, capped by those nipples. He could now see a hint of their darker brown against her tan skin. They were far bigger and more prominent poking against the fabric now that the thick grey knit shirt was gone. "It's only fair: you're letting me touch yours, you should be able to touch mine. Go ahead, touch my big titties." She squeezes them together then, smiling up at him. He stared at the wonderful crease that formed above her bra, where both breasts pressed in against each other. She returned her attention to his midsection. Again, she traced the outline with a single finger. The journey was longer now. Valentine surprised her when he ran a hand down from her shoulder to her collar bone, then down over her chest. What surprised her was that his hand did not travel down further over her bra to cup and fondle her breast. Instead, he slid his hand directly under the material, mauling her bare tit before rolling her nipple between finger and thumb. They both groaned. She glanced up at him again. "Good boy. I like the way you think." She hooked her fingers under the elastic waist band of his athletic shorts and pulled them out and down. With one hand she reached in and freed the thick monster. It was still not completely hard, but her fingers weren't close to wrapping around it, and a long thick length hung beyond her hand, wobbling with the weight of the even fatter head. "I have never seen..." She started before her voice trailed off. She seemed mesmerized by the large clear drop forming at his very tip. Reaching around his arm still reaching down into her top, she gripped him with both hands, shocked by the weight of meat she held. She pumped the shaft toward the head, engrossed as the clear drop expanded. A tiny milky cloud appeared in the middle before the drop overfilled, and began a viscous run down the underside of the huge knob. She caught it on her tongue. He groaned, her nipple forgotten. This was the first time anyone had touched him and now she was licking him. She kept her tongue against him, savoring the salty drop, before slowly licking up to the very tip, to the slit that had produced his first teasing sample for her. She sucked directly on the slit, sealing her lips around it, eager for any morsel he could share. Her hands pumped again from his base up toward the head. She moaned softly as she savored more of his juices. Her hands felt the shaft swell and straighten as they held him. She kept her lips sealed on him and pumped once more, swallowing again before pulling back to again to look. Horsecock was right. He stood out straight now. The barrel dwarfed her hands. She had fantasized about a cock like this, teased her husband about watching a monster like this stretch her wide open. Now, actually facing the reality, she felt a little intimidated at the same time a surge of moisture and blood flow encouraged her puffy lips to tingle in moist anticipation. She returned her lips to him. This time she opened her mouth, let her lips expand around the spongy tip. She had to stop before she got the entire head in. She held her place, breathing loudly through her nose. He heard a long gasping breath when she pulled back. "Jesus. That thing is huge." She looked up at him again. "You've got a beautiful monster cock, Mr. Beefy." She immediately wrapped her mouth around it again, forcing the entire huge head and perhaps an inch of the shaft in. With a wet gagging noise, she bounced down on him repeatedly, his tip banging against the back of her throat, knocking on a door that it could never open. She pulled back again. Her eyes were watering and snot ran from her nose, saliva from her gasping mouth. She gathered the slippery mess from her face and spread it down his shaft, both hands sliding over all of him now, her thumb teasing his slit as she stroked and massaged the head with one hand while pumping lower with the other. She sucked him in again. Her head bounced on him, fucking herself with the big knob until she started to cough, choking on it. She rubbed more slickness onto him before she wiped her nose with the back of one arm. She massaged her jaw, stretched wide as it had just been. "Drop those shorts and get up here on the bed." Val wasted no time. He pulled off his shirt as he kicked off his high tops. His chest and abs were those of an athlete, hard and strong. His shorts joined his shirt on the floor. His enormous cock stood straight out, shiny and slick. He felt so self conscious climbing naked onto what had to be his coach's bed with his coach's hot wife staring directly his cock. She guided him to the center, reclining him so his cock stood straight up, on display. Sitting up over him, she made a show of pulling off her top, cupping her tits, teasing her own nipples as she looked down at her younger conquest. And it was a conquest. Valentine was the pawn doing as directed. Later, he'd find out how directed it was when the scandal broke. Secretly filming your wife fucking other guys is one thing, but filming her fucking Horse Cock Harrison, your own High School star, is another. Especially as many times as he'd been filmed with her. It's amazing the school kept his name and theirs out of the rather sensational media coverage. Money and connections talk. The school and it's Alumni had both. But he learned all that later. Val tried to drink in the beautiful tits standing proud and firm above him. He could see the small scars under each, and the shape was beyond merely natural, but they were truly beautiful. Beginning with the enormous erect nipples, like miniature flat top mountains of chocolate brown, begging for his attentions. In his limited experience with girls, almost entirely above the belt, it was their nipples that fascinated him most. These nipples were the carefully placed cherries on two idealized scoops of ice cream. Perfectly delicious hemispheres without a trace of sag. In photos and in reality, he didn't get the attraction of the big hanging boobs a lot of guys seemed to like. The ones where the girl had to support them with an arm or hand to take a decent picture. He liked them firm. Size was secondary: little ones were more likely to not be saggy, so he generally steered toward smaller breasted girls, but these tits, big and standing out like no natural breast of any size could - he'd never seen anything like them. He watched her press them together again, showing off for him. "Damn, you do like these! Would you like to touch them again?" She continued, pulling and stretching one nipple out away from her body. "Would you like to taste them?" Even a recent cadaver could have nodded agreement to that question. Wearing nothing but her little yoga shorts, she straddled his waist. A dark spot of wetness now showed between her legs. When his erection bumped along her ass, the head resting against the small of her back, she tried not to think about just how far up her back that thing reached. She leaned forward resting her weight on her hands, her tits hanging down for him. He felt the weight of each in his hands before squeezing them together, again fascinated by the crease that formed between them. Eager, he quickly brought his mouth to the nipple she had just stretched. He sucked it it, working it with his mouth and tongue. Later times he would learn the joys of the gradual approach, but not yet. He sucked and licked and flicked, while rolling and pulling the other chocolate cherry. The older woman, as if the mid-twenties is older, ground down into his ribbed stomach with a purr. Then she eased one hand off the mattress, holding herself in place with the other. She slipped the free fingers deep under her waistband. "Oh fuck," she said. Valentine could feel her knuckles against his stomach as the fingers worked her pussy. She continued to roll her hips as she touched herself. He was content to suck her nipple and fondle her incredible tits until she sat up on him, groaning as she pulled her hand from deep in her tight little shorts, now showing a larger wet spot where her hand had been. She held her soaked fingers between them. "I think I'm wet enough for your big ass cock now. Taste." With the last word, she brought her fingers to his mouth and pushed them in. Not forceful, but not waiting for permission. He tasted. Tangy. Not a strong flavor but a powerful one somehow. She withdrew her fingers before shimmying out of her bottoms, lifting first one knee then the other as she straddled him. As she maneuvered them off, Valentine got his first glimpse of a real slit, shaved smooth, open with a glint of wetness. Somehow, shown one in person, it made more sense than all the pictures he'd seen. She rose to a squat, on her feet with knees bent. She hovered inches above his upward-straining cock. He watched her spit in one hand before adding that to the slickness already covering his swollen head, then guide her opening down to him. The first inch in was easy, but not yet close to the thick part of the head. Val wondered if he was still a virgin. It didn't matter when she eased down a little more, to where he could feel a real squeeze on the end. "Fuck." She muttered. "That's a damn big cock." She raised her hips slightly then dropped down on him, then again. The second drop worked as almost the entire knob was forced up inside her, stretching her wide. She cringed and cried out at the intrusion, before smiling with pride. "Didn't know if it was going to fit." He was in heaven. It was the sensation of her sucking his slit spread over the entire oversize plum of his head. Then she rose up and dropped again. Once more she spit in her hand, coating further down his shaft, having to work her fingers around the barrel as well as up and down to make sure it was all coated. She smiled down again at him. "Now this is the part where I fuck myself with your horse cock, okay, Horsecock?" She didn't wait for an answer. Her bounces became more determined. Each one forced her open deeper and deeper. The looks Valentine saw on her face seemed more pain than pleasure, but his pleasure only grew in as more and more sensitive cock was squeezed past those tight wet lips. As the the feeling intensified, and each bounce swung those perfect tits together and apart, his balls began to tighten in a familiar way. She had well over half of him in when she exclaimed, "Holy shit. I have never felt this filled up in my life. She ran fingers over her swollen flesh right where his cock disappeared into her. She groaned loudly, circling in on her clit. Her hips began circles to match, massaging his head inside her squeezing walls. He saw her eyes roll back, showing whites clearly under her dark pupils. The sensation seemed to travel like electricity between his tender bulb and his tight balls. Oh god," he yelled, grabbing her hips, trying to slow the sensation. "I'm going to cum!" "Yes!" She cried. Her circling hips increased their urgency as her fingers flew over her tenderness. "Let me feel that monster explode. Cum in my poor tight pussy, baby!" He almost screamed as his balls exploded. Instincts kicked in. His strong hands held her hips and pulled her down on him as his young athlete's body thrust upward. He came then, buried deep. No more thrusts, he pinned her down on him after he had forced those extra couple inches in, flooding her insides with thick streams of his seed. She came as his first spray entered her. His unexpected thrust had sent a wave of sharp hot pain through her, but it only added to the peak she had reached. Without his tight grip, her sudden first spasm might have thrown her off him. Instead she stayed in place, impaled and filled over full, cumming and cumming around the the invading monster that stretched her wide, now pumping her full. Finally, she collapsed down on to his chest, her tits firm balloons between them, nipples poking into his flesh. She kissed at the side of his neck. "Promise you will never take a virgin with this thing. It will kill her." Val remembered that warning as he walked beside his innocent stepsister. His erection had not eased at all. Candy rubbed her slim shoulder against his as they strolled, her arm still in his. "How about that second kiss now?" She stopped and faced him to see how he'd answer. Their feet had carried them on a sweeping path back to near the house. Only one last high hedge separate them from the doorway. "Sure. I love kissing college girls." He lightly gripped her hips. Ostensibly to bring her close enough for the coming kiss, but really to control how close she got to his very stiff friend. Her eyes were bright with anticipation. She looked so beautiful to him. "Can I ask you one question first?" Okay." He sounded amused. "Don't laugh." "Okay. No laughter." "Our kiss. When our tongues touched. Was that Frenching?" If she hadn't looked so sincere, he would have laughed. "Almost. It might have met a technical definition, if there is one, but that is not what people usually mean by a French kiss. That's a perfect segue into a second kiss, Sis." "Mmm. It's sounds naughty when you call me that. One more question? This one is easier, I promise." "Shoot." She paused before blurting it out in a rush. "Is that your cock?" She pointed down between them, right at the distinct outline running up under his belt. "Um. Yeah, it is. I'm sorry, Candy, I..." "Can I see it?" Those four words stunned him. Yes. No! Later? He saw horror come over her beautiful grey blue eyes and it conjured up images of horrified girls, of disgust and rejection. Candy buried her face in her hands. Her voice was muffled. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. It's just I've never seen one in real life, and it was right there. Still is." She looked up at him through her fingers. "Candy." He got that much out, giving him another instant to gather his thoughts. "You caught me off guard. I was hoping you didn't see it." "It's kinda obvious, Bro." She was smiling again. Teasing each other was comfortable, familiar ground. "Okay. So the answer is no." She seemed puzzled. "No. You can't see it." He took the opportunity to adjust himself to the side somewhat, freeing it from the confines of his belt. He hadn't had a chance since they left the bench. She watched intently. "I'm not some cheap guy who goes and flashes his dong at his innocent, beautiful sister before he's taught her to properly French kiss. There is a proper order to things, you know." Candy grabbed him in a deep hug, pressing her cheek to his chest. Without thought, his arms went around her. She gave herself in to him, pressing against his body. Running diagonally from below her navel to well above her hip, she acutely felt the firm but giving girth of his penis. His cock. Even through his pants and her top, this was the closest she'd ever been to one. An analytical girl, eager for information, she moved herself against Valentine, side to side. The heavy shape between them slid over her belly. It felt firmer now, as if it was inflating slowly. Which it was, she realized. Tumescing with blood. She still couldn't picture a thing that size inside of her, but revised her opinion of the reality of certain internet cocks. Maybe they weren't CGI after all. Candy nuzzled her cheek against his chest, then tilted her face up. It brought the tip of her nose along the sensitive skin between his throat and jaw. She felt his still fine whiskers, gently rough like fine sandpaper, and smelled his masculine, aroused scents. He felt a charge go through him as her nose dragged up under his jaw. While Candy had focused on his cock between them as she had rolled the shaft between them, Valentine felt her young sweet breasts against him from the first moment of the hug. He didn't think she was wearing a bra under the yellow sundress, but hadn't seen any hint of nipples when he had snuck glances where she swelled out the stretchy upper of the dress. When she hugged him, he got his first tactile feel of her: firm compact halves of an apple. The fruit of temptation. His arms pulled her closer. Valentine's Candy: Open Wide Then she dragged the round fruits across his chest, slowly back and forth. So firm, each small mound pressing against him as he sensed for any hint of nipple. It dawned on him that her focus was entirely on his growing erection when he felt it surge at what her breasts were doing to him. He felt it grow, trapped between them but fortunately no longer under his belt. Candy wasn't scared. She continued to roll her hip and belly against him. Innocent girl, she didn't know enough to be frightened. Her cheek pressed into him, her nose traveled northward, his cock surged again. Her delicate nose left off nuzzling his jawline as she pulled her face back enough see him. "Is it growing because of me?" Valentine looked down at her parted lips, felt her body pressed along his, how her curves felt in his arms. He nodded with a small smile. "You called me beautiful." She sounded unsure. "Did you really mean that?" Girls! Faced with a monster cock that sent more experienced girls running away for their lives, she latched on to one adjective. He nodded again. Her face still showed her doubts. "Yes. I have thought you were beautiful since the moment we met." Valentine shocked himself at the admission, but the resulting look of delight was worth it. "Oh! That is so sweet. Thank you!" She buried her face against his neck for an instant, hugging him tight before looking back up at him. "Please. Please kiss me." He did. One arm cinched around her waist, the other moved up until his hand was in her silky hair against the back of her neck. They kissed for a long time. Soft deep slow. Finally she asked. "Was that Frenching?" "What that was was wonderful. My god, you are the most incredible kisser, sister." "And though you don't know it, bro, you are a poet. And the best kisser I have ever experienced." "Is this really your first kiss? You're too good." She beamed at the compliment. "No. You're right, this isn't my first." She hung her head in mock shame. "I wanted to keep it a secret because it was just some high school jock, and not even a jock in real sport like football or baseball." "No wonder you lied about it. Not even a nerd wants to admit that. Could it get any worse?" "It could. He popped a boner. From one little nerd kiss." With that Candy leaned in and kissed him again. Now that she knew what French kissing was, she liked it. She slid her tongue past his lips, seeking out his. It was not frantic or wild, but sensual slow and intimate. They tasted licked tugged and nibbled at each other. All with her body molded closely against his. She explored: the underside of his tongue had a slight flavor the upper didn't. His teeth. The way his lips felt so strong and insistent one instant, so soft and gentle the next. Distantly, she was aware of the spring winding in her belly, deep below the surface where she pressed against his erection. It must be completely hard now, she thought. It hardly compressed at all now between them, and felt like it was a big as her own forearm. She had made him aroused like that! The thought made her feel like a woman, an attractive woman, and the spring wound tighter. Her body leaned in against him even more. Valentine almost felt dizzy. This gorgeous girl, so familiar and so off-limits, molded to his body from her sweet firm little titties pressed into his chest to the active movements of her lower body blatantly checking out the cock stuck between them. This was new to him. Either girls around his age would discover the log in his pocket and flee, or more mature women treated him like a toy, an all day sucker combined with a turbo pogo stick. Candy was more innocent than any of the girls who had fled in horror, but made no effort to hide her interest and curiosity. She was definitely not ready for a pogo ride, but still made him feel more deeply desired in ways the hungry women eager for a ride did not. Not that he minded being used sexually at this point in his young life. If Mrs. Malone and her amazing fake tits had been here, and not under a court order to stay away from him, he'd happily pound into her. Or 'Aunt' Marguerite, Mom's best friend. The first time, she had seduced him in the pool a stone's throw from where he stood now. As he recalled her curvy brown body in that obscenely skimpy white bikini, nipples poking through the thin wet fabric, climbing onto him with her big dark eyes locked on his, he groaned and pulled Candy closer against him. When their lips and tongues separated again, they stayed holding each other close, breathing hard. Valentine struggled between the desire to maul her body, to cup the firm mounds her could feel pressed against him, to grab her young ass in his hands and grind his cock between her legs, and the conditioning that any wrong move, any wrong touch, and she'd be running like a spooked rabbit. Warm melting feelings combined with the near torture level tension Candy felt. She reached a hand up to lightly hold Valentine's cheek as she looked at him. Soundlessly, she mouthed the words: "Thank you." He answered with another nuzzle of his nose along hers. It made the warmth she felt turn tingly. Her brows came together. "Can you...teach me more?" She leaned against him, her cheek to his strong chest, as her request suddenly embarrassed her. It muffled her voice when she continued. "You're a really good teacher." He held her close, stroked her hair. If he hadn't been entirely hard already, her words would have done it. There was nothing he wanted more right now than to continue Candy's education, and her calling him a teacher had brought up an image of her as the student, plaid skirt, knee socks and all. "I guess I could." She knew him well enough to catch the tease. "But not now. Mom's probably wondering where we got lost. She said something about going to an early party." Candy pulled back from him as they both allowed their young bodies to calm at least a little bit. "Yeah, some charity thing. I feel like if we walked in together right now, she'd know. See it in my eyes or something. I don't want to let go of you, but I think you better go find her. I'll go in the door by my room." He held her at arm's length. "Amazing. Both beautiful and wise." She beamed, then pulled away from his hands. She gave a curtsey, actually holding out the skirt of her sundress like a formal gown. "Thank you, sir. I look forward to our next lesson. You did mention there were other uses for the tongue." With that, she turned and actually skipped away down the path. He watched her lovely blond hair swing with each bouncing stride. He reached inside his pants and finally eased his aching cock to a better position. The tension he felt might be easing, if his new 'student' hadn't mentioned other uses of the tongue. He pulled out the hem of his shirt to cover his predicament as well as possible. He heard the tinkle of female laughter as he entered the house followed by "Valentine!" He heard the click of high heels moving rapidly on the cherrywood floor, turned in time to glimpse a cascade of thick wavy brown hair above a shiny gold dress before 'Aunt' Marguerite wrapped him in a tight hug. "My goodness, Mel, when did your son become a man?" Marguerite's huge mass of shiny dark hair always had a particular almost musky scent. Valentine had beat off more than once just recalling that animal perfume hanging over him as the flirtatious Latina rode his cock. The scent wafted to him now as she leaned into him, purring a quiet recognition of what she'd found trapped between them. More clicks on the floor and he saw his mother, also in shimmering gold. Marguerite stepped back, then slipped an arm around the taller blond's waist. His mom, Melanie, leaned against her friend as they both laughed. "We make a great pair of bookends, don't we, honey?" Melanie asked. One blond and slim, the other several inches shorter and considerably curvier, both wearing the exact same gold sequin dress, sleeveless and showing a lot of leg. "Or someone's secret fantasy." That was Marguerite. "When we make an entrance together like this, no man would safe. Right, Valentine?" "Marguerite! That's my son. And we are not wearing the same dress. Val, could you entertain your aunt while I change into something different? It shouldn't take too long, maybe fifteen minutes. Please?" The brunette swept over to him and took his arm. "Of course he wouldn't mind. I haven't seen him since Summer." "Sure, Mom. I'll take care of her. Then I think I'll take a nap. I was up almost all night to get here." "Thanks, sweetie. Enjoy your nap. This party shouldn't be more than a couple hours." Melanie stepped closer and kissed his cheek. In the heels she was getting close to his height. He caught a whiff of her perfume then, very different from his aunt's. Arm in arm they watched his mother's long toned legs and swaying hips as she walked away, the tight dress and heels accentuating every motion. She turned at the doorway. "Well?" Val paused, unsure. Marguerite whispered under her breath. "You look great." "Uh, Mom? You look hot." "Thank you." She left with an extra sway of her ass, sequins shimmering. He felt Marguerite's breast against his arm as she pulled him closer. "Come on, sugar. If you're going to take a nap, let Aunt Marguerite tuck you in." She knew where his bedroom was and quickly led him there. One small hand went to his cock, the other up behind his head. She kissed him, quick, hungry, intense. Then both hands were at his belt. She dropped to her knees as she lowered his fly. She fished him out with both hands around the shaft. She jacked the loose skin up and down. "So hard!" She whispered. "So hard for his aunt already. What an eager boy." She stretched her lips around his entire head, then sucked. Val groaned loudly. Marguerite's full lips and mouth felt hot on him. She pushed down further. She was his only experience in his young life with feeling the amazing sensation of a throat taking in and swallowing his cock. He knew she couldn't deep throat him while kneeling like this, but just the thought caused his balls to tighten. He saw Candy, smiling up at him between their kisses, felt her rubbing against him. He pushed further into the wet mouth, heard a choking sound. She slurped loudly around his sensitive bulb before withdrawing. "Okay. If you want to go deep, I'll change positions. But we have to be quick." Val turned to face his bed as he watched her clamber onto it. She reclined, facing him and opened her mouth, tongue out and waiting. The gold dress had slid up around her hips, exposing the twin brown domes of her cheeks, separated only by the thin black line of a thong. He knew what she wanted. Valentine lined up his fat cock head with her lips and pushed. She took him in. Pulling back, he buried both hands in her full thick hair before pushing in again, finding the entrance to her throat. He felt the vibration of her moan. He held her head in place, his cock filling her mouth as she sucked in air through her nose. He loved what came next. Reaching behind her own back, Marguerite arched exquisitely, grasping her one stiletto heel in her small fingers. She repeated the process with the other, holding herself bent backwards. Her twin cheeks were revealed even more for him, but more importantly, it changed the angle of her head and throat. Her drank in the sexy Latina so eager and on display for him, tightened the grip in her full hair to hold her in place and pushed. She body resisted in the invasion, but her continued the steady pressure. He heard her breaths quicken, felt her slightly change the angle of her head in his hands. The probing head found the spot it had been looking for. He thrust with his hips. Somehow, as it had previously with Marguerite, when she positioned herself like this her throat began to open. The large bulb opened her wide, sliding in. He felt the tightness of her throat constricting the tender raised ridge while more of his thick shaft slipped past her full soft lips, now strained wide. Her rapid inhales and exhales through her nose sounded close to panic. "Oh fuck!" His 'aunt' had started a swallowing motion around his head. Nothing else felt quite like it. He felt his balls suck in tight against him in response. He pushed in all the way, the final inches forcing her open in one slow relentless drive. No one had ever come close to what she did to him this way. It had been a long time since anyone filled her like he did. Valentine had been ready for release since midway through the second kiss with Candy. He wasn't going to last long, so he did what the older woman had taught him. He held her head with both hands, her long thick locks twisted through his fingers, and fucked her slutty mouth with his big fat cock. Her words. Out, but not entirely free of her throat. Back in until his balls hit her chin. And again. Val looked down on the sexy woman he was ravaging, her cocktail dress shoved up over her round ass. The same dress his mom rocked, shaking her ass at them. Close to cumming hard, he pushed thoughts of his mother out of his mind. He thought of Candy, pushing against him. Asking for a kiss. "Please. Please, fuck me." The young blond begged in his head. It was all he could do to keep himself from crying out. He shoved hard enough to get a rare gagging sound, held his length buried deep in her throat, then unloaded. As she'd taught him, he held her head on him as he did. After the second blast directly in her gullet, he eased back out to leave the rest of it on her tongue. Marguerite pulled down her dress with one hand and slid off the bed as she finished slurping the remaining cum off his head. She gave it one last lick before standing and smoothing her dress, running her fingers through her thick hair. She grinned up at him. "You came quick. That's not like you. I kinda like that once in a while." She made her sad face. "I better run. No good having your mom coming to look for us." As soon as Aunt Marguerite turned the corner, Valentine sank to a seat on the bed, then dropped back. He stared at the ceiling, arms spread wide, feet and legs still draped over the edge. ------- Melanie had figured on changing her whole outfit since she had to change her dress. Then she remembered a stretchy halter top dress, with a shimmer that varied between aqua blue and a silvery white. The shimmer would go with Marguerite's dress, the color would go better with her light blue eyes, and the halter top would show off her toned shoulders and back. The best part was the black strappy shoes she was wearing had little silver accents that had bothered her with the gold dress. The aqua silver one was perfect. She threw the gold sequins over her head and onto a chair, pulled on the halter dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. She rarely did and the dress would have shown it. She checked her hair in the mirror and removed her necklace. In the dress, she'd let her smooth throat and neck speak for themselves, framed by the flattering halter top. Val and Marguerite weren't in the atrium where she'd left them. Melanie remembered her son mentioning a nap. Her heels went silent once she hit the carpeted hallway to the east bedroom wing of the sprawling home. She heard sounds just before she reached his open door. The next step revealed much. It started with Marguerite's tiny fingers clenched to her own shiny stilettos above Val's bed, followed by smooth legs and her prominent bare ass, a tangle of gold dress, hands holding her friends's hair and head as her mouth was fucked hard by a man with an enormous cock that looked just like her son. Her next step reversed her course, hopeful that she hadn't been seen. She didn't stop walking until she reached the atrium, taking a seat on a bench there. Valentine was the man throating Marguerite. She kept seeing his bare ass, a man's ass, clenching with each thrust of that huge shlong. She could still see the massive shiny wet shaft appearing out of her friend's wide open mouth, dragging her stretched lips with it. An instant before that appeared, she had seen the outline of an oversized cockhead clearly defined as it moved inside the distended throat. It wasn't the first time she had seen Marguerite in that position. Everyone has a passion and big cocks was Marguerite's. They had shared more than one in their wilder days. Though that cock she had just seen was... fucking huge. And her son's. She remembered telling him to be a boy with Candace. Boys weren't supposed to be hung like that. She heard the quick businesslike clatter of Marguerite's heels and pushed herself up off the couch. "Look at you, girl. Now you look better than I do, dammit. How'd you change so quick?" "Same shoes, same jewelry. A quick dress switch and I am ready to go. Are you ready?" "I'm ready. Let's party." Marguerite headed toward the door. "Are you sure?" Melanie asked. The dark haired woman turned to her taller blond friend. "Why?" Melanie was struggling not to smile. "You just don't look quite ready. And like you might have already started to party." When she saw Marguerite's cluelessness, she stepped forward and removed something from along the shorter woman's lip. She displayed a creamy white drop of cum on one finger as realization dawned in the large dark eyes. Realization was followed by surprise when Marguerite watched the finger disappear into Melanie's mouth. She tried to think of something to say as the blond took her arm and led her to the door. 'You know, you just swallowed your son's cum.' just didn't seem right. ------ "Valentine?" There was no response to the whisper. Candy could see him clearly on the bed through the open door. He had said he'd been tired after the long drive, but this was no ordinary napping position. Val had sat on the edge of the bed after Aunt Marguerite had drained him, then fallen back with his arms wide. His head spun. He again saw an image of his mom, firm ass swaying. It was at least a couple sizes smaller than Marguerite's ample roundness, but she had worked the skirt. The two ladies in gold together, contrasting skin, hair, and shape, suggesting they made someone's fantasy. And he had called her hot! He had no idea where that came from, but now that he said it the door was open. She was hot. Mom kind of looked like Candy, and Candy was flat out gorgeous. Once again thoughts of his innocent stepsister distracted him from his mother. He thought he'd just rest for a minute here, relax after cumming so hard. After a long wild day. Then he'd climb under the blanket for a well-deserved nap. Closer to an hour later Candy whispered his name, and he still had not moved. His arms still spread akimbo, his jaw hung slack and open. With his feet on the floor and most of each leg off the bed, the position put his crotch at a place of prominence. Even unaroused, he was impressive. Marguerite had opened his pants and shoved them down enough to get his meat in her mouth. The elastic band of his underwear ran under his large balls, lifting them up. Above them, his shaft laid against his lean, muscled stomach. It looked like it had flopped back mirroring Val, and then settled a little bit toward the left, toward the door where Candy now stood studying him, after the last of his erection had fled along with his consciousness. Candy took advantage of her first sighting of a real live penis. She stayed safe by the door and observed the thing she had been trying to picture since she'd felt it pressing against her and seen the long, wide outline in his pants. It was long, and thick, but not as massive as she'd imagined. Candy did not realize how much it had shrunk as it became fully flaccid. He was circumcised. The head seemed a shade darker than the rest, and swelled noticeably wider than the shaft. Valentine's Candy: Open Wide The curious girl snuck closer. She still wore the simple sundress and tennis shoes from before. Looking down, she could make out the bulge of the raised channel running along the belly of his shaft and followed it to the sensitive connection with the head. Candy leaned over him, examining that junction. The lower ridge of his head came together from both sides there with two graceful curves joining, creating a valley that widened as it flowed into the raised channel. She could make out a tiny ridge of soft wrinkled skin where they all came together. Her eyes traveled over the head. Up close, it was noticeably redder than the shaft. The whole thing looked a mess, like something had dried on it. She wondered if it looked that way after masturbation. The thought gave her a shiver. Had he masturbated thinking of her? He'd admitted that she had inspired his erection. It had felt so much bigger squeezed between them. Looking down on it now, she could almost see how it might possibly fit inside her...no, still too big, still dwarfing the electric toothbrush. His balls drew her. Lifted high by the the elastic band under them, they rested like eggs in the loose, wrinkly sack. Not the most aesthetic of things, she still wanted to reach out and cradle them in her hands, feel their weight. Oddly, Candy fought an urge to knee down and sniff, her nose and face right where his cock disappeared under those eggs. The thought brought her attention to what she did smell. Valentine's room had a lingering aroma of spicy muskiness on top of his scent. Amazed at her own boldness, Candy crouched low and leaned over him. She avoided bumping in to his near leg while she brought her face down close to his balls. She inhaled. It was stronger, muddier than along the side of his neck and jaw, but the smells were related. She inhaled again as she traced the air inches above his shaft to the head. Close up, it did look like thick fluid had dried on the thin, soft looking skin. Combined with the scents, and the sights, the thought that he had orgasmed - cum! - thinking of her lit a surge of warmth through her. She felt her her cheeks flush and a shiver ran up her spine. "Can I help you?" The voice was gravelly, unexpected, and very close. Candy shrieked, caught where she had no business being, and jumped back. Or would have jumped if her heel hadn't snagged on Val's larger foot. She stumbled to the floor, landing hard on her bottom. Valentine's voice was gravelly with sleep. When Candy yelled and fell back, disappearing from his view, he sprung up. "Shit! Are you okay?" He was still groggy, but worried about her. As soon as he gained his feet, his pants around his thighs surprised him, and he fell on top of his stepsister. Twisting, he managed to catch himself with his hands on the carpet, so all his weight didn't land on the smaller girl. Instead, he ended up arched over her, bare ass in the air like a very poor downward dog. His cock hung down like a salami on display, as though he had contorted himself this way for her ease of viewing. The complete silence, motionless except for his heavy pendulum swinging slightly before her, lasted no more than a second or two. Then they both burst out laughing, too hard. It helped cover the discomfort. Neither wanted to be the first one to stop laughing, so Val continued to chuckle as he lifted himself carefully from above her and sat on the edge of the bed. He tucked himself back into his pants as he did. Candy's laugh trailed off to a giggle as she watched him, sad to see his private parts disappear but fascinated with how he folded them in and tucked all that stuff away. Valentine still suffered from the fog of a deep sleep interrupted too soon. She took advantage. "Is that the way all the boys nap in those prep school dorms? Beat off, then pass out with their wangs exposed to the world?" "What? No! I didn't beat off." The immediate questions from the young girl didn't help his mental clarity, but the instinct to deny masturbation was immediate. Candy regained her feet. Pressing her advantage, she looked down at him doubtfully, crossing her arms. "I leave a high school boy alone with a boner, and find him passed out with ejaculate dried on him an hour later. That spells wanker." Her whirlwind of accusation, raining down from above kept him off balance, frustrated, not thinking. "I am not a wanker, dammit! Aunt Marguerite..." "You fucked Aunt Mar?" Behind the shock, Candy was surprised by the instant sickness she felt. "What? Enough with the questions!" Valentine slammed his hands down on the mattress. Candy clammed up, feelings of hurt, jealousy, and guilt that she had pushed Val like that, to anger. He took a deep breath before meeting her eyes. The anger was gone. "Do you want to know?" She nodded shyly. He patted the bed next to him. She sat, a small space between them. His eyes were on hers. "We have secrets now, don't we?" He reached a hand up and traced her lip with his thumb. Candy nodded with more enthusiasm. She liked their new secret. "I'm going to tell you another secret. I didn't beat off, though I wanted to after the way you left me." She blushed. "And I didn't fuck Aunt Marguetite." He let that sink in. "Except her mouth." Candy's confusion was obvious, but she was nothing if not a quicker learner. "If you didn't...except her...you fucked Aunt Mar's mouth? Like a blow job? With Aunt Mar?" Valentine was grinning at her. "I said it was a secret. Mom would probably kill us both." "But she'd be fine with you shoving that big thing up against poor virgin me?" "No." He was shaking his head. "That's why that is a secret too. And I didn't shove it against you." "Bro, you seem to have a lot of secrets." "I'd like to have more secrets with you." Candy's smile lit up her face. "That deserves a kiss." Their lips and tongues continued where they had left on in the garden. She leaned into him. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. The kiss continued as they fell back onto the bed. She felt his arm tighten around her waist, as though to roll her on top of him. She pulled back. "Wait." She looked over at the open door, then back down at him. "For future reference, in the maintenance of secrets, closed doors are an asset." With that she pulled away from him and closed the door. He heard the lock turn as he pushed himself up toward the headboard until he was stretched out entirely on the bed. She surprised him by climbing directly onto him, sitting up across his thighs, his bulging package displayed within easy reach before her. "Tell me about Aunt Mar. She's beautiful, isn't she?" She looked so eager, so innocent, and the young man found himself wanting to share this secret with her, and many more. Anything for them to share. "Not as beautiful as you, Candace. Not even close." She simply looked at him then. He had rarely called her by her given name before. It made it sound so serious, so sincere. He told her almost everything then. Not every detail of every encounter, but enough. How Marguerite had seduced him the first time in the pool. How she taught him to fuck her mouth and her throat and pound her curvy little body. He told her about Mrs. Malone too. Who got off on not being able to take him all in as much as Marguerite got off on having him as deep as he could go, fucking her hard. "Can I watch?" Candy had listened in silence at his confessions. "Huh?" "Can I watch you fucking Aunt Mar? She's going to want to while you're in town, you know it. She wouldn't miss a chance to get this big fucking dick of yours. Again." She struggled to sit still while he revealed his sexual antics as the rising tension inside encouraged her to touch herself, to push herself against something. The tension that had been simmering since their walk, now bubbling faster. The conflict was plain on his face. What she was asking was all kinds of wrong. And very tempting. The thought of pulling one over on the woman who was always in control sexually appealed to him, as did the image of innocent Candy watching intently as he fucked her. Candy let him off the hook by leaning forward to lower herself onto him until her lips met his. "It's okay." She kissed him again. Both of them aware of the missile trapped between them. Her weight pressed it into her belly more than just leaning into him had on their walk. "You don't have to let me watch." She rubbed her lithe young body down onto his as she kissed him again. "I was messing up the plan. My next lesson is supposed to be 'Further Uses of the Tongue.' Right, teacher?" She lifted herself upright on him without warning. The yellow skirt was bunched over her legs. Her look was one of mock bewilderment. She even put a finger to her chin in consideration. She completely ignored acknowledging how much of her weight rested on his thick log now trapped under her damp cotton panties. "Sir, one thing still confuses me: is this lesson your tongue on me?" She traced both hands down opposite sides of her slim body, from outside her small firm breasts down over her waist, to end flaring out on her hips. Ever so slightly, those small hips rocked back and forth on that very big log. "Or do we begin with my tongue on you?" Both hands lowered. Her fingers stroked down his chest leisurely, delayed on the the moguls of his washboard stomach, obvious through his thin shirt, and stopped on the large knob that appeared from between her legs. She shuddered involuntarily when her thumbs bumped her own swelling sensitive little knob. Since she had discovered the release of the shower head, Candy had found several ways of duplicating the pulsing jets' effect. Many of them centered around this hidden nub, both to torture herself toward the point of unbearability, and to let loose the tension once the spring was wound tight. Recently she had uncovered a way to bypass the clit, and get a similar but somehow deeper release. Curious about the actual 'insert penis in the vagina' process, Candy searched her belongings for a suitable surrogate. Something vaguely cylindrical, and not too big. The handle of a hair brush was her first lover. Naked on her bed, she slipped the handle into her mouth, sucking it. Her first blow job, she giggled to herself. Her saliva added lubrication but it probably wasn't needed. The tension in her belly had reached a frantic state when she'd begun her search. The very act of searching for a faux cock to give herself an orgasm excited her more. While she'd enjoyed the filling feeling as it entered her, she had to return a hand to the magic button to get the strong release she needed. It had been that release, with the plastic handle still inside, that received the credit for taking her physical maidenhood. The next object she tried, and the first lover to blow her mind, was her toothbrush. The handle was a shaft slightly larger than the brush. It was waterproof and easy to wash. She assumed a real human penis couldn't be much thicker than that. The handle wasn't very long and the end was flat with rounded edges. Even the small button on the side was a streamlined sealed rubber affair on the side. She figured if she wanted to slip it in deeper, she could hold onto the brush part like a handle. Her only concern was the blunt end, thicker than the rounded brush handle had been. She breathed out deeply, blowing the air toward the ceiling above her bed. After slipping tortuous fingers inside her, as she found herself doing more and more recently, and some sucking and licking on her new second lover, she had managed to ease the blunt tip inside. Not far, but enough to need to adjust to the stretched, filled feeling it brought. It was odd to sense her body relaxing around the invader while it continued to tense. She slid it further in. She threw her head back with a whimper as the fullness increased. She concentrated on her breath. Her torment was reaching a peak, the unfamiliar pressure adding to the unbearability, but she suspected she might still need the magic button to set her off. Candy resisted the urge to touch herself and instead changed her grip on the toothbrush to ease more in. A finger pressed the sealed rubber switch, forgotten on the side. The motor encased in the handle was intended to send powerful "sonic vibrations" through the brush end to release plaque and tartar from the teeth. Starting that oscillating motor while it was a encased in a waterproof shaft inside Candy's tortured and teased body released her climax. She hadn't expected the toothbrush to buzz to life. She didn't know she could climax without touching her clit. She had no idea a release could be still stronger, more overwhelming than what she had already experienced. Accidentally pressing that little button opened her mind. "So that's what it's like to have a penis inside," the bright but naive girl thought. "To be...fucked by a cock." She was wrong, of course. A week after she started spending her free time with her waterproof rechargeable new friend, the professor had grabbed her and tried his tongue probe. Shortly after that she had approached Mom about needing a tutor. The very next day, she had kissed a boy in the garden. A really cute boy, even if he was still in high school and kind of a jock. He was a really good kisser, and the shaft she was now fondling through his pants made her plastic boyfriend seem like a joke. The large head moved under her touch. It pulsed into her fingers, swelling larger for an instant, but also moved, migrating up Val's belly as his shaft lengthened more. She heard him groan, but only distantly, her attention completely focused on the expanding wet spot forming over his tip. "Candace." Again, he called her that. It got her full attention. She had never seen him so intense. "Candace, do you really want me to teach you?" She squealed, her hips rocking their answer. "Please, yes. Teach me everything. Sir." "Very well. Today's lesson, as you reminded me, is the tongue. Stand up." She looked disappointed, but climbed off her handsome stepbrother. Once Valentine regained his feet and adjusted his pants, he guided the young beauty to the large mirror. He stood close behind her, a hand on each bare shoulder. They both looked at the image they saw: straight blond hair above the simple yellow sundress, bare legs and white sneakers in front of the larger young man, his head visible looking over her, his wider shoulders and chest showing behind her. "My god." He whispered. "You are so incredibly gorgeous." Her gaze dropped, embarrassed, but she leaned back against him with a purr. She watched his head dip, saw him kiss her neck before he continued. "If you want to call me 'sir' and have me teach you, fine. But you'll have to dress the part. "He kissed her neck again, sending a shiver down her spine. "My little schoolgirl." She responded to that with a small "Ooo" sound and rubbed her little butt back against him. "But today, you get your second lesson in uses of the tongue," he allowed his tongue to run under her ear. She gasped. "From your brother." "Mmmm. I like that." She answered. "The same brother who kissed you in the garden today, is going to show his sister how good a tongue can make her feel." As they both watched in the mirror, his arms slipped around her from behind. His right slid across her flat belly and pulled her back against his cock, the bulk filing and pressing apart the small space between her cheeks. His left hand ran along her ribs, across her midsection, and boldly settled cupping her firm right breast through the soft stretchy fabric. Four eyes silently stared at the reflection of the hand. Somehow, feeling and watching Valentine fondle her breast, not groping or squeezing, but holding it, moving almost imperceptibly as though merely beginning to become acquainted through the gentlest of explorations, was more intimate and frightening to her than seeing and feeling his oversize dick. "That's not your tongue." "It will be." She shuddered. She honestly had not thought specifically about where the tongue was going. "For today there are two main areas we'll be covering." He squeezed gently, feeling the firm resistance to his fingers that he had hoped for. His thumb dragged across the equator of the perfect half globe and finally found the rise of her nipple through the pucker of the elastic fabric. He circled the hardening bud with more pressure. Valentine had been tutored well by two more more experienced lovers. This was his first chance to help educate someone else, to be the teacher. An image of Candy in plaid skirt popped up, uninvited. "Remember. Anywhere I use my tongue on you, especially if it's an area that feels good to you, you can use on me. Like here." Adding a finger to his thumb, he pressed them slightly together, hinting at pinching her little nipple. "A man's nipples are just as sensitive as yours." Candy managed to tear her eyes from the reflection of his hand on her. She leaned up to rub her cheek against him, tuck her face close under his jaw. She felt the slight roughness of an unshaven chin. Her voice was hoarse. "Can I...taste your nipples?" "Not yet. Maybe tomorrow if you're good. Would you like me to taste yours?" "Hell yes!" She arched back against him. She reached back with her hands, trying to reach around his hips enough to pull him tighter to her. Val left her nipple and ran his hand up onto her skin above the dress. The hand on her belly released her. He brought it up to her thin shoulder strap and guided it down over her arm. The top stretched to allow his hand inside and over her breast as he eased the material down. He cupped her exposed pale breast, the small darker nipple distinct and framed by the bandeau tan line from the small bathing suit she generally wore. "So beautiful," he whispered. "So small," she replied. "So perfect." He eased his hand from under her, turned her by her slim shoulders until she was sideways to the mirror. He stepped in front of her. Leaning down, he paused with his lips hovering over her bare nipple. He knew he had to go slow, much slower than in his introductions. Candy's head was turned to watch him in the mirror, to see the silhouette of his lips part and the soft center of his tongue contact the very tip of her raised nub before sliding caressingly over it. Her knees buckled. Only a little, and she caught herself easily. But no touch of her nipples had ever done that before. Val stood and looked down at her. "Are you okay?" She bit her lower lip and nodded. "Oh yeah. More than okay. You make me feel really good, bro." "There's more to come." She smiled at the look on his face as he realized what he'd said. "Yeah. I heard something about two main areas. What's the other one, huh?" She had a pretty good idea, even if being proven right made her a little nervous. "You're jumping ahead, little sister, but I'll show you the second part of the lesson. Then you have to concentrate on the first part. Remember, pay attention in case you find yourself in a position to return the favor." "Like Aunt Mar?" She was blatantly teasing him, but he played it straight. "No. That's an advanced technique. Graduate level stuff." As he spoke he turned her again to face the mirror, holding her from behind. She leaned back against him, molding as much as she could to his shape. He cupped both firm young tits, one still covered. "So this is the first target area for the tongue we are covering today. Assuming the student is able to absorb the material, we may have time for the second main area." Valentine placed his hands on the slim swell of her hips, grasping the dress's skirt on either side. He didn't dare breath. He was about to expose a treasure and he feared one wrong move might spoil it. Valentine's Candy: Open Wide Looking over her shoulder, he watched the hem of her skirt slowly climb as his fingers gathered the fabric in. Vaguely, he felt her fingers tugging him tighter against her. Her thighs were tan and smooth and long. As more of them were revealed, the gently curving sweeps continued to show a space between them. Then her thighs ended. With a last upward lift of the fabric, Val exposed her thin panties. His knees buckled now as he groaned. Her panties were pale yellow to match her dress and unadorned. The space between her thighs was covered by a gentle double curve of cotton, a shallow indent running between them. The lower portion was transparent with moisture and a sheen of wet highlighted the top of one inner thigh. Most boys his age, in the same situation, would be trying to figure out to quickest way to get their dick inside the beautiful eager girl, stepsister or not. Valentine knew, and had been warned, that there was no way he was getting inside a girl like her. The knowledge gave him patience, sure it could only go so far. He led her back to the bed, gathering her into his arms for a long kiss before guiding her up onto the covers. He clambered up beside her. Her skirt was still bunched up high on her legs, but her soaked panties were hidden. With one finger, he lifted the second shoulder strap up and soft her. With both hands he shimmied the top down around her waist. She was stunning. He had seen her in bikinis for years. He knew what suit had given her these tiny tan lines. Never before had her sweet, smooth belly looked like this to him. She was open and exposed to him, trusting him with her body. Trusting him not to hurt her. He locked his lips on the more recently exposed nipple and sucked. Candy squealed with an arch of her back. When he flicked his tongue over it between his lips, she grabbed the back of his head. He released the hard little bud to look at her face. She was panting, hands in his hair. "So you like that?" She nodded before tightening her grip on his head. "Definitely. More please." He used his tongue more now, flicking harder over her swollen nipples. The kissing, tugging on it gently with just his lips before renewing his tongue's assault. Candy cried out. He moved back to the first, neglected breast. He cradled it in his hand, squeezing it as though checking for ripeness. It felt perfect in his hand. Not sagging in the slightest, firmly resistant to his pressure, but alive in a way Mrs. Malone's implants couldn't be. He pinched the sensitive nipple, pulling it up away from her body slightly, stretching her breast to a point. It didn't hurt, but her face showed worry that it might. He held it there while he ran long soft licks over the captured nubbin. Stimulated on that tender spot while held in a place just before pain, Candy couldn't hold still. Her fingers twisted in his hair while her toes clenched repeatedly, trying to grasp at something uselessly inside her sneakers. He slid up to kiss her. Her hands stayed grabbed at his head while she kissed him back more frantically than ever. Her tongue was hungry and aggressive. She pressed her body against his. When she pulled back her lips were swollen, open and panting. He saw fire in her eyes. "Will you be mine? I'm not even sure what I mean, but I know I want you to be mine. Will you? Be my Valentine? Be mine?" Suddenly, his throat was dry. He didn't know what to say. He nodded. She kissed him. "Thank you." She glanced down, where her dress bunched around her middle. "Are you really going to lick me like that, down there?" "If you want me to." "Yes I want you to! Can you feel how close I am to a climax?" "Climax? Are you going to cum?" She nodded. "Oh yeah. I can feel it. Please." "Please do what? I want to hear you say it." "Val! You tease. Please lick me. Please make me...cum with your tongue. My Valentine." He slid down without answering, nipping at one breast as her passed, kissing over her smooth stomach. Her legs opened as he slid between them. Drawing close, he blew lightly over the wet fabric clinging to her lips. Nothing was hidden. She lifted her hips to him. "Yes. Right there." He ran his tongue along her slit, over the cotton. She groaned as he tasted her juices soaking the cloth. "So close." He ran his tongue up higher and her hips bucked. "Oh god." Valentine fixed his lips to the cotton directly over her swollen hidden clit and sucked. She screamed at the intense sudden sensation. He added his tongue, flicking over the spot as it had done on her nipple. Her back arched in one long spasm. A prolonged growl escaped her as she ruptured inside, her arms and legs swimming aimlessly as she was lost in the rapture. Valentine was in heaven. As she continued to writhe, he pulled the soaked cotton panel aside and buried his face in her virgin slit. Licking deeply, sucking voraciously, savoring every morsel he could, he devoured her. Candy felt the tension that had been building up in her for hours now, begun by a kiss and fueled by the evident bulge that she had inspired on a dreamy walk with a handsome boy who made her feel so comfortable and so tormented, teased to new heights by sights and sensations completely new to her culminating in his tongue and lips on her most private parts, finally release. Before now, in she brief experience with her own climaxes, the pressure built, often to near agonizing levels, and then it was released. Release may come from fingers, a massaging spray, or a vibrating toothbrush. The release felt wonderful, but so did the build up in her center, the winding of the spring, the torture. This time was different. In many ways. She had never cum with another person present. Not watching, or touching, or licking or sucking. More importantly to Candy at that moment, though, was another way this was different. Valentine's kisses, and his talk, and his touches and his cock had her wound tight and ready to explode. She could have cum with what his mouth was doing to her nipples, she was sure, but the tension has reached such a pitch she needed the release. Then his lips and breath and tongue found her button. The release was immediate and strong. Sight and sound were lost to her in the rush of overwhelming waves passes through her. The sensation on her clit was so intense as she came that she would have begged him to stop if she could have thought or spoken. Instead, the intensity shot skyward, the white light blinding her became white hot fire burning without consuming. Tension flooded into her center as quickly as it released. The agony of her tormented senses, pushed beyond their limits, continued on and on and on. Eventually, Valentine's licks and kisses slowed. The bucking of her sweet hips stopped and the arch that had held her rigid relaxed, but continued to shake, almost like a deep shiver from near hypothermia. He climbed up to her and gathered her in his arms. He held her as her shaking gradually slowed. Her breath quieted. Without lifting her head from his chest, her voices muffled, she murmured, "What did you do to me?" He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. He chuckled, proud of himself. "You'll be okay." "No. I won't be okay. I thought I was going insane or that my head would explode and I already want to do it again. I don't think I'll ever be okay, Val. You've ruined me." He kissed her forehead again. "You're welcome." "Oh, by the way. Would you be my Valentine?" Candy pulled away from him, to stare at his face, as if to see if she was being kidded. "Be Valentine's Valentine?" "Exactly." "Yes please." With a squeal of delight, she pressed her lips to his. She quickly pulled back to look at him. "Dude, you taste funny. What have you got on your face?" "Only you, beautiful, only you." Val rolled toward the nightstand and check the time on his phone. "Oh shit. Can, Mom could be home anytime." They both looked down at themselves. Candy's yellow dress was a scrunched up tangle around her waist, revealing perfect untanned titties above, and soaked panties pushed aside, hiding nothing below. It took her no time to adjust underwear and pull the dress back over her young breasts. She straddled him, pinning his down wrists with her small hands, and kissed him. "Thank you. I look forward to our next lesson." She pushed herself down on his bulge as she said the last. She kissed him again, deeper, then licked along his chin. "And wash your face before Mom gets home." She bounced out of bed, smoothed her skirt quickly in front of his mirror, and blew him a kiss on her way out. She popped back into view and exaggerated the motion of grabbing the door knob and beginning to swing his door closed. He heard her theatrical whisper, "And don't forget to close your door." Valentine reclined and stared at the ceiling, stunned. He kept seeing Candy arched above him while he licked her to an ongoing climax, alternating long tastes along her outer lips with hungry probing laps inside. His gorgeous sweet innocent stepsister wasn't scared of him either. He thought of her, soon, using her tongue on him, but his attention quickly wandered back to his mouth on her. He hadn't been the boy with the horse cock, servicing an experienced woman who knew what she wanted and how to ask for it. He had been the experienced one, Candy the perfect student. She was just learning what she wanted, and how to ask for it, though Valentine was sure there was at least one thing he wouldn't be able to show her, as much as he'd loved to have climbed between her bare legs, torn those wet panties off and plunged into her. He couldn't hurt her; no matter what he had to keep her safe, even from him. He rolled out of bed before he fell asleep again or Mom caught him with Candy juice dried on his face. Unbidden, an image appeared of his Mom in the gold sequin dress that she had been about to change out of, leaning in to kiss his cheek, hugging herself close to him. He is more aware of her fit body against his than normal. "Val?" Her voice sounds puzzled. "Why do you smell like pussy?" He headed toward his bath across the hall, shaking his head. He turned on the water before rummaging through his bag for his toiletries. He spied his new vape pen. They were the latest thing in the dorms. The cartridge held enough THC concentrate to last a month or more of occasional use, and there was none of that distinctive cloying pot smoke or breath to get sniffed out. It recharged with a USB plug and looked almost like a pen. He drew in a few slow drags, exhaling water vapor with a slight sweetish odor. It would take the buzz a little while to kick in compared to smoking marijuana. He climbed into the shower and let the massage head pound the pulsing jets over his head and neck. After toweling his hair dry, he wrapped himself in a thick terry robe and aimed for the kitchen. He heard music, Swing, from the media room. And voices: Mom and Aunt Mar. "Hi, ladies. Did you have fun?" They were dancing, a slightly drunken West Coast with Marguerite leading. "Val!" They both began. Aunt Marguerite continued. " ...entine!" "Dance with us." She released one of his mother's hands and reached out to him. He cinched his robe tight before taking each of their hands, forming a circle of three. Marguerite pulled them all together. A group hug, swaying vaguely with the music. "My Valentine." His mom pulled him closer. She sounded pensive. "No, he's my Valentine." "Our Valentine." Marguerite was not ready to relinquish him completely. Melanie shook her head. "Not tonight. He was my Valentine first, and he's mine tonight." She snugged her arm deeper around his waist. He had noticed her new dress. The blue shimmer made her shiny blond hair pop, but it was the way the halter top displayed her shoulders, her neck and chest that had caught his attention. She was about the same size as Candy, but more toned, almost ripped. She had a beautiful lean musculature to her shoulders particularly, but his eye was drawn between them, to the smooth taut skin over the sternum and plunging down between straps of her dress. As his newly possessive mother pulled him to her hip, both of them each still holding one of Marguerite's hands, his arm draped around her. While she almost glared at her dark-haired friend, claiming him, her son looked down at her. Below him, past his mother's resolute visage, his eyes wandered back to the smooth tanned skin between her aqua blue straps and the small swellings beneath them. She couldn't be wearing a bra with that plunge in front and her nipples distorted the shimmering weave of the dress enough that they both appeared as twin silver accents on lovely matched green blue mounds. "Okay, Mel. This dance is yours." The brunette's voice was low and soothing. It brought Val's eyes up from ogling his mom. The vape pen tokes had kicked in. He'd have to remind himself to not space out on things. Especially things like his own mom's nipples. Marguerite released both of their hands. Val felt her palm slide to his back and gently press him forward as he saw her other hand guide his mom. The beautiful blond in her clinging shimmering dress looked up at him as their bodies were led together. She lifted her newly freed hand to place it lightly behind his neck. The Latina maintained a light pressure on his back. Her other hand found his and led it up around his mother's back. "That's it. Dance with your mother tonight. A woman needs to be held sometimes. Just held and rocked slowly." Her heels were loud as she left them swaying together, mother and son. "I'm going to get me a drink." They danced slowly, though the music encouraged double time. If no one was looking, and he was dancing with Candy, he would want to be a little closer than this. But this was closer to his mom than he ever would have considered, privacy or not. Maybe it was the pot, but he was seeing more than motherly love in her eyes. "What are you thinking sweetheart?" Her fingers stroked his nape. "You're beautiful, Mom. I like this dress better than the other one." Her smile was delighted. "You called me hot tonight. Did you mean it? Is your mom really hot?" He couldn't control his quick glance down toward her cleavage, now too close to see her nipples. "Yeah, Mom, really hot. Especially in this dress." Bouncing up on her toes the slight bit she could in her already high heels, she wrapped both arms around his neck, pressing her face to the side of his head. In the shoes, she as nearly his height. Valentine found his mouth, nose, and eyes immersed in her fine long hair. "My little Valentine is a man now. A big strong man." She leaned against him. He felt the slight compression of a breast against him, but the slight angle at which they'd been dancing pressed her against his hip, preventing his mother from pushing directly into her son's prominent package. The position did cause his hand and arm to shift when she launched her arms around his neck. One hand ended lightly cupping one round cheek. He was surprised at how well the the firm globe fit his hand. Val froze with his hand there. He thought if he did nothing it might seem accidental. Pulling his hand away was recognition that he had been touching her like that. He inhaled a blend of aromas through her hair. Musky, spicy, sweet. He sniffed again. "Mom, have you been drinking?" She giggled by his ear, sending a vibration through him. "Duh." The click of heels returned. "Did someone say drinking?" Marguerite had an ice filled dark drink in each hand. "Coke for the nice young man being kind to his mother. Rum and Coke for me." She held out a glass to him. Melanie turned toward her friend, still holding her son close. "More rum? I thought you said you'd had enough." "I did, didn't I?" Successful in throwing the shorter woman off, Mel snuggled her face close to her son again. The offered glass pulled back and the other replaced it. "Coke for me, Rum and Coke for the handsome young stud taking pity on his mom." "Hey!" Came a muffled voice by his ear. He pulled the objector close to his hip with one arm and accepted the spiked drink with the other. His mom didn't let him drink alcohol often. He swallowed half if it, grimacing at the burn. Not much Coke. "Thank you. And by the way, I am not taking pity on anyone here. I got a chance to dance with a beautiful sexy woman and I'm not missing out." He chugged the rest of the drink and offered the ice filled glass back. He took the soft murmur as Mel pressed herself into him, nuzzling her face deeper into his thick hair, as appreciation. Once she felt his second arm wrap low around her again she raised one hand from his neck long enough to make a vague waving motion. Her voice was distant. "Go away now, bartender. Leave us alone. I want to dance with my wonderful Valentine." "Very well, Miss. If you or the young Sir require anything please use the bell. I shall retire to the spa." Val felt one light kiss on his neck as his mother began to sway again with the music. He moved with her, at least partly to avoid his bulge coming any nearer his mother. Alcohol was still new to him and, mixed with the pot, his head was swimming. He tried desperately not to think of Candy, knowing what that would do to his cock and the chances of it becoming obvious. Aunt Marguerite, drunk, going to the spa at this time in the evening probably meant she was staying the night, and usually meant she wanted him to join her in the swirling hot water, secluded from view. Probably shouldn't think of that either, especially wearing just a robe. "Does it feel good?" "Hmm?" Her question brought him thankfully back from dangerous thoughts. She wiggled her hips against his and his hand moved with her ass. "Does it feel good? In your hand." He realized he'd started lightly massaging her cheek when his thoughts turned to Candy's lessons. "Don't stop. It feels good." He did as he was told. It was just massaging a muscle. He had rubbed her shoulders and feet enough in the past. Somehow she had shifted more in front of him when she'd wiggled her hips. The large knot in the thick terry cloth belt holding his robe closed pushed into his gut. He hoped it would keep their lower parts separated. As the rum soaked into his bloodstream he became less worried about it. Her breath felt good on his neck. Both firm breasts pressed hard against his chest. His other hand had somehow found a second round cheek. Her moist breath trailed down from his ear. He felt a light kiss on the sensitive skin there. Then a whisper, humming against him. "Val." "Yes, Mom." "You called me sexy." She leaned back, arching, enough to look her son in the eye. "Am I sexy?" His mind more addled, he wasn't as quick when his gaze wandered downward at her question. The arch in her back pulled her upper body back away from him and upward. Their dancing had shifted the halter and he could see more of one breast where the fabric had been pushed outward. Both nipples appeared harder and more distinct pressing through the fabric. His voice sounded hoarse, his throat constricted from his lowered head. His eyes stayed on her body. "Very, very sexy." "Thanks." She looked close to crying. Then she grinned, reached up and kissed him. Not an intimate kiss, but not how he remembered her kissing in the past. It surprised him, but he thought he might have kissed her back before her lips pulled back. "I think I like dancing drunk with my son." She wrapped her arms around his neck again, tucking her face back away. His hands responding using their presence on her tight bottom to pull her against him. Valentine's Candy: Open Wide He felt another kiss on his neck, under the jaw. This one lingered, felt wetter. When it ended he heard. "I think you're sexy too. I never realized what a sexy man you've become." For a few seconds, they rocked in silence. The whole length of her body contoured to his. He wasn't sure when her midsection had found his erection, but it's growth since they had begun to dance had been making that progressively more likely. "Until I saw what you did to your aunt today." Valentine jumped. He tried to push away from his mom's body. She clung to his neck. "It's okay, it's okay, baby." She repeated, stroking his head as he stopped struggling. She laughed, bringing his bright red face up to look at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I didn't mean to see." He shook his head. Could this day get any crazier? He thought as his mom continued trying to explain her sudden knowledge of his recent deep throating, "Your door was open." That made him break a smile. "My first thought is 'who is this strange man in my house doing Mar like a cumslut?'" Val choked. "Mom!" "Then I noticed the hunky guy with the firehose looked like my innocent school boy son." "Enough! Mom, please!" "That Mar, she do love her some big cock." He had to agree to that, as wistfully as a teenage year old boy can. "She makes it hard to say no." "The deep-throat cumslut." "Mom! Jesus." Valentine was completely distracted by the smile that lit her entire face. His mom looked so happy, so aren't-I-clever, so...close. She was plainly rocking against his hard shaft, almost but not quite grinding against him. The tear forming in the corner of her eye quivered, catching the fractured light of the hanging crystal fixture. Her eyes drew him in. He did feel close to her, partly because of that radiating glow she beamed at him. He was her son, and his first instinct always was to make her smile or laugh or hug him close in joy. That made everything right. That made him a good son. "I love you, Mom." Her smile tightened. Her brow came together. A tear rolled down her cheek, carrying the hint of a thin grey line of make-up with it. She tucked her head down, to hide the tear, and turned in his arms. Valentine felt her lean back against him as she guided his arms around her ribs and tight stomach. His chin cleared her shoulder with little to spare, putting his nose back in the silky musk of her hair. "I love you too, baby. More than anything." She kept her small hands on his, two sets of arms crossed in front of her, holding them tight together. Her first sway with the music caused the narrow crevice between her muscular small cheeks to find his now-rigid thickness. They both felt her cheeks forced apart and held that way by the constant pressure being applied. She leaned her head back, exposing her shapely neck and a view of bare smooth tan skin from shoulder plunging down to below her breasts. One of which was now almost half exposed, the sewn fabric edge of the halter appearing to be caught on the nipple itself. It briefly seemed like a good idea to slip his fingers under the strap near her collar bone before sliding them down, lifting the awry material and smoothing it back into place, catching a glimpse of the tantalizing nipple in the process. Instead, he whispered. "This is nice." Her hands pulled him in a little tighter. She turned her head back toward him, bring her cheek to his jaw and her lips near his chin. "Nice? This is way more than nice. These are nice, but this is wonderful." As she said it, she brought her hands up to her own breasts. His hands, their fingers still loosely entwined, came with them. He didn't spend much of his limited rational thought on exactly how he ended up with his hands crossed at the wrist, each cupping a sweet firm little handful of mom's breasts, her hands now squeezing his. One nipple was a tiny hard presence under his palm, pushing through the halter top. The other one he could feel even more clearly, as his hand had pushed the displaced fabric further aside, and her hand now held his on that bare palmful. He marveled in what they were doing, and how her flesh resisted his fingers' slight pressures of tentative exploration. Her erect nipple found a space between the bases of two fingers. He squeezed them together, trying to pinch it. He grasped the perfect small cup more definitely. "This is wonderful. Not just nice." Her fingers stroked his, encouraging his touch. Neither was sure who was leading as their other pair of hands, the ones holding the still covered breast, slid together down her belly to press her lower body back against his. They swayed together. The only other motion was his fingers, palm, and thumb slowly and leisurely massaging her small breast, never outright focusing on that perfect brown nipple he could see slide along his fingers and bend over slightly as it disappeared under his palm. Nonetheless, teasing them both continually. Valentine thought of Candy. Blond silky straight hair, tall and lean, if not defined and toned like Mom. In heels she would be this tall against him. His hand pulled his mom against him at the thought of Candy in high heels, those long perfect legs stretched out and flexed, Val now painfully aware of what ended the delicious gap between the very top of those thighs. Melanie began to rock her hips more with the music when she felt him pull her in to him, back onto the huge cylinder she could feel spreading her cheeks apart. With each sideways sway now, she let it leave the valley and slide across one round globe before letting it drop back into the snug channel and then massaging into the opposite cheek. She was aware that dancing like this caused her skirt to gradually slide up over her thighs. She was also aware that she wore absolutely nothing under the dress. On the way to the party, a benefit blind auction followed by a banquet, she had confronted Marguerite about the cum on her chin. Her friend had confessed to having 'hooked up' with her son four times in the past six months, beginning with seducing him in the spa. For some reason Melanie had withheld revealing that she has seen them cock-in-throat. Still, that memory coupled with 'Aunt' Mar raving about what her young 'nephew's' cock did to her had Mel wet and bothered by the time they arrived at the Country Club. Rather than wear the sopping things she'd slipped off her underwear, leaving her waxed bare slit to breath under the dress. The hem of her dress was close to exposing that decision when her son spoke. "Mom?" "MmHmm?" "What are we doing?" A beautiful woman was grinding on him, driving him to want more. Once past the surprise, the forbidden nature of the woman was strangely attractive. As Valentine began to sober from the initial onslaught of alcohol and drunken dancing, he started to doubt. To feel guilty. "Mom. I think we should stop." She kept moving. Her voice was distant, underwater or in a dream. "Yeah, we should." "No, Mom, really. Is this right?" She groaned as she pushed back on his bulge. "It feels right." He blurted out what was bothering him before he had time to consider the implications. "I think there's someone else." She turned to face him, looking chagrinned but puzzled. Her cheeks were bright red as she looked at him, the single wavy grey line still faintly streaking one cheek. "Aunt Mar?" He shook his head. "No." He didn't want to explain further and reveal what had happened with his stepsister today. Her face adopted the stern mother look, incongruous with one bare nipple still exposed, newly freed from her son's teasing fingers. "Were you cheating on the poor girl with Mar today?" "What? No! I didn't know then." He stopped himself there. "You didn't know then? Today? Who have you seen since...oh, no. Tell me it's not Candace." ------ From the small front window of her room, in the west wing of the house, Candy saw the taxi exited by the two well-dressed, laughing women. She watched the two - one in gold, the other in an aqua blue shimmer that she remembered Mom looking striking in before - walk to the front door, arms around each other's waist. Candy studied the curvy woman in gold more closely than she ever had, trying to picture Aunt Mar doing those things with her Valentine, at the same time her stomach clenched with jealousy at the thought of another touching him. Her deductive mind switched into gear. If they arrived in a taxi, they'd been drinking. If Aunt Mar was here and had been drinking, she'd stay the night. If she stayed the night, she'd want more of Val. Valentine had not said no to Candy's request to watch and her desire for knowledge was overriding the jealous pangs. The tension once again rising in the insatiable spring winding in her core made the pangs of green envy pale. Wearing just a nightshirt, actually a large t-shirt her stepbrother had left when he packed for school, she padded barefoot to her study. Her 'room' was comprised of the bedroom proper, with only the small barred window to the front, and the adjoining study, which had been her playroom as a child. The larger window there looked over a small garden area complete with a sundial, separated from the pool and spa by a high hedge. The view inspired her and she acted. Candy knew she couldn't hover by Val's door, waiting for a possible sighting. He had been waking up when she left, and she assumed he would spend some time with the ladies. Aunt Marguerite's home away from home was the spa. More so when she was drinking. Now that she thought of it, Candy could recall her flashing big dark eyes at Val his last visit asking if he'd like to join her and massage her shoulders. It could happen that way tonight. Mom was oblivious and would probably head to bed early. Candy slipped out the small door to the garden, scampered across the grass. It had been years since she'd been in the pool house. Mom and Mar used it, and guests sometimes slept there. For Candy, it had always been an adult place, and it was so much easier to just change in her own suite. The spa was built with lattice, now grown thickly with large-leaved greenery, around it for privacy from the house and the pool. The pool house wall provided privacy for the fourth side. The only way to see what went on in the spa from outside it was if someone happened to be in the pool-house and held open the curtain of the small window high above the small futon couch. To do so, they'd have to stand on the futon. The only other window in the small structure was set beside the door, looking toward the pool. If anything happened in the spa tonight, or the pool, Candy wanted to see. She looked around inside the small structure. It wasn't bright, but the illumination from the solar lights around the pool was enough to see by. The futon, which she remembered folded up as a couch unless guests were here, was spread out as a bed. It had been arranged with plenty of pillows and a plush, almost furry blanket. It made an inviting nest. A small fridge and a basic bar set up had not been here when she was a kid, she was sure. Candy climbed onto the thick blanket. It was soft in her fingers, and along her legs. She was sure she'd hear anything outside. The fur covering felt so sensuous, so primal, she let her legs and arms move as they pleased, rubbing through it, swimming in it, reveling in the sensations all a over her skin. Valentine's t-shirt rode up on her legs as she felt the plush hairs tickling between her legs and cheeks. A swimming arm slid under the pillows and bumped something solid. Candy's finger wrapped around the thick flexible shaft as she pulled it into view. Before she saw it, she knew what had been hidden here. It was big. Flesh colored rubber shaped like a penis, maybe as long but not as thick as what she had seen on her sleeping brother. Before his started to grow. She held it in front of her face with both hands. She could feel the slight wobble of the end beyond her fingers. This was much bigger, but the exact shape she had searched her room for, before finding a hairbrush and the toothbrush with the magic button. Tomorrow Valentine would give her her next lesson. He said to use her tongue on him where he did on her. She would touch his strong chest, feel his muscles before she put her lips on his nipple. She wondered if it would get hard like hers, and if it could passingly be as sensitive. She would love to give him as much helpless pleasure as his lips and tongue had given her. Then she would move to the second area. She saw again his cock stretched along his belly, his cum dried with their aunt's saliva on him. She remembered that juncture of tender wrinkled skin that had so fascinated her, where the shaft, the head, and the seams running down the exposed bellies of both all came together. Candy looked for the spot on her rubber substitute. It was a disappointing smooth divot. On her back, looking up, she lowered the large bulbous end toward her mouth. "Is this where you want my tongue, Valentine?" She ran the moist flat of it along the underside of the head. It tasted rubbery and her tongue felt dry. The second lick was slipperier, her tongue sliding over her own spit. She moved her attention down to the unwrinkled junction. Pressing the soft center over the area before working the tip into the little hollow. She placed her lips around the spot and sucked. "Oh. You like that, big brother." She wiggled the large dildo above her face. "Show me what you like. What you want me to do." The recessed spot she'd just sucked pressed down on her parted lips. "Mmmm." Her tongue reached out in time to feel the head drag down across her lips, pulling the lower one open toward her chin. The bulb seemed to drag interminably by before the tip reached her mouth. Her small hands held it there, almost surprising herself. She'd thought so often recently about a cock pushing into her mouth, her efforts to open and receive it. Instead she lifted her head, straining up to taste it, lick it, suck what fit between her lips. If her back was flat on the futon, it stayed out of reach, grazing her lips. She was forced to tighten her core, squeezing down on the tensing spring, to bring her mouth to him. Her tongue and lips moistened the entire surface of the fleshy bulb, her legs bracing wide open as she levered her mouth upwards to reach the encircling ridge that pronounced the end of the beginning. She slid one hand down until it gripped the rubber shaft hard against that ridge. Her firm squeeze there stopped all wobble of the flexible rubber head. It seemed to swell under the pressure. Her mouth was open just below it, panting. With each breath, her small breasts pushed twin mounds up through the cotton shirt, it's lower hem now bunched around her waist. "You like that? Your cock feels so hard now, Val. What do you want?" The slippery head pushed her lips apart and continued into her mouth. Candy gagged at the intrusion before the entire head was past her lips. It pulled back and she drew a wet breath. She laughed at herself. "Go easy on me, please Valentine. You're so big." She tried not to think that the real Val, her Valentine, was bigger then this when erect. The head pushed again at her lips and she opened her jaw wide. She breathed through her nose, trying to relax. The ridge slipped past her stretched lips and she let them close around the slightly thinner shaft. In her mind, she heard his voice. Her new tutor, continuing their lesson. "That's it. Good girl. Hold it in there. You can move your tongue if you want." She almost felt his hand stroking the hair by her temple. Her tongue found it had room to move, exploring his sensitive underside in the small amount of space her wide open jaw allowed. "Fuck, yes." Her lips felt a small amount of the thick shaft slide past, pushing the bulb deeper. Candy felt a gag coming on but suppressed it, intent on the discovery that the tip of her tongue had again found that fascinating junction. When the fat cockhead pulled back she felt empty. Her jaw ached, her eyes watered, and she wasn't quite sure how she'd avoided throwing up, but she felt empty. She wanted Valentine inside her. The real Valentine, and not just in her mouth. Candy brought the dildo down between her open thighs. The slippery head met the wetness of her arousal. The spongy tip, guided by her fingers, separated moist swollen lips. It felt huge. "I want you inside me so bad." She raised her hips, sliding the tip down her slit, spreading her fluids while further opening her. She pushed against the intruder. She gave up with less than half the head inside, the girth increasing faster than her ability to accommodate it. As soon as she relaxed, slumping back onto the futon mattress, he rebelling vaginal entrance squeezed the blunt invader back out. The slick head settled at the very base of her slit. She let it go, nestled there, thick against her very bottom. In frustration, her hands came together on her wetness, tormented and overtaxed. One hand formed an out stretching 'V' while the fingers of the other began frenzied circles. "Dammit, Valentine! I want to fuck you so bad!" The V pulled upward, exposing her as the circles narrowed over the vulnerable tender spot. The tightening in her belly was acute, her firm thighs started to shake. Saying her desire out loud like that brought a continuity to what her body felt and her heart and mind desired most. An electric motor kicked in, pumping, as the still waters of the spa surged to life. Candy almost screamed. She had been so close. In the semi-dark she gathered her feet under her, standing up on the mattress. A heavy rubber cylinder rested against one foot, wet on the fatter end. She peaked through the small gap in the curtain. The spa was running but she couldn't see anyone. The young girl raised up on her toes, to see if they were right below her, though she should already be able to see legs. The pool-house door behind her opened. "Watcha lookin' at, Candace?" The voice was a low self-satisfied purr. "Oh, uh. Hi, Aunt Mar." Candy turned, still standing on the bed. "I. I was napping. I was just checking who, you know, when the pump came on." Marguerite closed the door. She raised a hand palm out as Candy started to lower herself to the floor. "Stay there." The young blond stood where she was, flustered, towering over the shorter brunette. Marguerite's face was level with her belly, the hem of Valentine's shirt not much lower. The out-reached hand which had stopped her now took hold of hers. Aunt Mar was wearing a skimpy white bikini, hiding nothing of her curves. "Sweet Candace. You were napping out here? I'm so sorry I woke you." Even in this light, she could see a glitter in the woman's big brown eyes. Eyes which slowly looked down from the girl's face, traveling the length of her long bare legs, then pausing at her feet on the futon. Marguerite reached down with her free hand and retrieved the dildo. It wagged obscenely in her hand, the wobbling head wetly catching the solar lights through the widow. "Is this the pillow you were using?" Candy froze as the thick bulbous head was brought out toward her, rested against the inside of her bare knee. She gripped her Aunt's hand harder but otherwise stayed completely still as the slick head slid up the inside of her thigh. It continued up until the other thigh closed in, wedging it between them. She whimpered, almost to herself, her grip tightened. The head slipped from between her thighs, trailing up their front, dragging the shirt hem with it as it continued tracing the upward channel. She was completely exposed as the rubber cock stopped, holding the shirt up with it. After a long stare directly at the girl's private parts, Aunt Mar looked up at her face. Valentine's Candy: Open Wide "Was it a nice nap?" Candy wasn't sure how to answer. "Did I interrupt your nap," Marguerite was smiling up at her now, "before you were...completely refreshed?" She brought the big rubber head to her chin, as though in thought. It made an slight wet slapping sound when it landed. The older woman looked so serious, asking about a nap she clearly knew was a lie, a huge rubber cock on her chin. Sandy started to giggle. It became a nervous laugh. She dropped to her knees on the mattress and it became a sob. Marguerite was kneeling beside her in an instant, her arms around Candy's shoulders. "There, there. It's okay. We all do it." She stroked the smooth blond hair. The younger girl turned into the arms and let herself be held as she cried, and finally laughed again. Candy could almost admit to having a crush on Aunt Mar. The short feisty brunette had personified confident female sexuality to the growing girl. Today she had gained some unexpected knowledge of the woman. Seducing a boy almost half her age, her best friend's son who called her Aunt, wearing this same white bikini, only feet away in the spa she could hear pumping now. Her own heart was pumping in her ears. The shock of discovery, her climax so close, and now Aunt Mar pulling her closer, guiding her back onto the pile of pillows. Soft brown skin slid across hers. Valentine had pulled this bikini off this voluptuous body and used his tongue on it like he had on her this afternoon. As she became aware of their closeness, in the near dark on the near bed, she finally asked what her Aunt had meant. "We all do what?" "Hmmm?" "You said it was okay, we all do it. Do what?" What had she seen? "Are you sure you want me to list the things we all have done that you were just doing?" She had pulled back to look at Candy, who nodded, curious now what Mar would say. "We've all been caught masturbating." The innocent girl blushed. "We've all forgotten to close the door and curtains." Her mouth made an "o". "We've all tried to spy on what goes on in the spa." She cringed. "We've all been rudely interrupted painfully close to an orgasm." "We've all pretended this dildo, and by the way it feels like you slobbered on your pillow during your nap, was a great big fat cock...and it was being shoved inside us, stretching our tight little pussies to their limit, by Valentine, your brother." The expression 'deer in the headlights' may be overused, but it fit Candy. She was stunned beyond reacting. Caught, beyond denial or flight. "You left not only the curtain open on the window by the door, the window was open too, silly girl. 'Go easy on me, Valentine, you're so fucking big.' Stuff like that can get you in trouble. Lucky it was me who heard you." The curvy little vixen rolled off of the futon. Candy watched from her spot supported by the real pillows. She didn't notice Aunt Mar's scent until she moved away, swinging a mass of thick dark hair near. Now that she caught it, she wanted to more. He eyes took in the quick flair outward of her hips from the narrow waist. The smooth skin on the outside of her ample breast where the small white triangle couldn't contain it. Her luxurious waves of hair. There was not a muscle visible on her body, but also no fat or bulge that didn't look like it belonged in a painting. At 37, she had never been married or had kids. She closed the window, pulled the curtain and locked the door before climbing back onto the futon. "Where did you find," Marguerite waggled the dildo again. "Valentine?" Candy pointed under the pillows. "That is not where it belongs." She scrutinized the young blond. "You're a good girl. How are you at keeping secrets?" Candy nodded. "Yes? You're yes at keeping secrets?" "Yes. I can keep secrets." Aunt Mar had her off balance. She felt embarrassed, in unfamiliar deep waters. She tugged the t-shirt down over her thighs, aware of her nakedness underneath. Marguerite noticed. "Too late for that. You and Val," she waggled him again, "put on quite a show already." Candy's voice was tiny. "How much did you see?" "Plenty. But back to the secret, or at least our first secret." Marguerite studied her more a moment. Her voice sounded husky when she continued. "I think I'd like sharing secrets with you." She beckoned Candy to follow her as she moved to the foot of the futon, to what would be an end table when the futon was folded up into a couch. The top of the small table lifted in a way Candy never would have expected, revealing a hidden compartment. Lined with black material that absorbed what little light they had, a bottle of lubricant and a small purple plastic vibrator took up half the space, leaving room for her 'pillow.' The brunette held up the bottle. "How familiar are you with this?" The bottle said "personal lubricant" so Candy could deduce its use based on its companions in the hidden compartment. Still, the way she considered it gave Marguerite pause. She put down the bottle and picked up the purple vibrator. "How familiar are you with these?" She cut off the young girl when she inhaled to answer. "Candace, how familiar are you with sex?" Candy's hands flew up to cover her face, but her answer were still clear. "That's the problem! Argh!" Marguerite sat beside her on the edge of the mattress, without making any contact. Her voice was low and calm. "Would you like help with the problem?" She waited in silence for a long moment before the girl nodded, her hands moving with her face. Once she had agreed to help, she let her fingers fall to her lap. Still nervous, she pulled her long tan legs in, guiding the shirt over her knees and down to her drawn in ankles. Her small firm breasts pushed against the bare thighs now joining them under Valentines old T. "I need to know a few things, to help you. Candy, are you a virgin?" "Yes." The answer of a frustrated teenager. "And you tried to get that monster in there? Sweetie pie, we need to take smaller steps." "But I want Valentine in there!" Candy pounded the mattress with two clenched fists. Her response surprised them both. It felt so freeing to say it out loud, but she instantly wanted to take the words back. Her Aunt had rarely seen the logical, reserved girl so passionate. She also felt a pang of jealousy: Valentine would surely want this gorgeous fawn, even if she was his stepsister. "Does your brother know?" "I'm pretty sure he does." It didn't take Marguerite long to learn all that had transpired today, with Val, as well as a brief overview of shower head and toothbrush. Candy did withhold any mention of Valentine being with their Aunt: sharing that knowledge remained a secret between the siblings. "So, Perv Prof aside, you never kissed a boy before today?" A shake of the head. "Or saw a penis? Or came with someone's mouth on you?" Shake. Shake. "And the only things you've had in your little virgin pussy are your fingers and the handle of your sonic toothbrush?" "And my hairbrush." "And the hairbrush handle that popped your cherry. Can't forget that." "Have you ever kissed a girl?" Candy paused. She knew girls kissed. She had seen it in movies, but she'd never really considered doing it herself. She'd never really had that many girls she spent time with, immersed in accelerated home based schooling. She shook her head. "Would you like to?" The beautiful, exotic Marguerite met Candy's eyes with lust. She was purposefully using lines the young girl had told her Valentine had used. Her full lips were wide, anticipating, sensual. "I'd like to kiss you, Candace. And then I'd like to help you get ready for Valentine." Candy was stunned. Aunt Mar wanted to kiss her? Aunt Mar who always seemed to have men lined up for her, picking and choosing but never committing or settling down. Aunt Mar, who knew how to swallow Valentine's huge wonderful cock, how to take him inside her and make him explode. Marguerite didn't wait for the teen to make a decision. She saw the thoughts running through that remarkable mind, weighing the data and possibilities, leaned in and kissed her. The first kiss, Candy's lips seemed to respond almost automatically, pressing back softly. The brunette took the innocent blondes chin in her hand and turned it more toward her. "Kiss me, Candy." The full lips were parted, relaxed and tender on Candy's. So soft, but with a hunger behind them. They seized her lower lip and sucked gently on it; the sensation sent a shiver down her spine. When the lips released hers, Candy leaned in for more. Hers was the tongue that slipped through first, running along Marguerite's upper lip. The answering tongue did not hesitate. Smooth dark arms wrapped around Candy. Full lips opened while her tongue found the young girl's, slipping over it, teasing her mouth open. They both groaned as tongues entwined feverishly. Candy reveled in the passion of it. Valentine had tried to hold back, to introduce her slowly, to carefully teach her. Marguerite was not so patient. She had plans for her best friend's beautiful daughter, who she had watched grow up into such a gorgeous young woman. "Lean back on the pillows," she whispered. "Stretch out." She guided them both back onto the stacked pillows. She kept herself raided on on elbow, looking at Candy recline beside her. She watched the girl's long smooth legs come out of the stretched shirt and extend. She felt the long arms wrap around her shoulders as she bent down to kiss the innocent beauty again. To let their tongues explore each other, sharing taste and breath and desire. Candy groaned again when she felt a hand rest on her inner thigh, then start to slide up to where the shirt hem barely covered her. Marguerite took the groan as an invitation to continue. She kissed her harder for an instant before kneeling over the blond, sliding a leg between the longer paler pair until her knee pushed hard between the slim thighs. The loose T shirt gathered across those thighs and the intruding knee, hiding the the exact places dark skin met lighter. Candy's thighs eased open at the intrusion, distracted by her Aunt Mar's sudden withdrawal from their kiss. It had felt so good, and not simply because it would get her closer to Valentine. Her full lips had been puffier, softer feeling than Val's; her tongue much smaller, quicker, and assertive. Then it was gone. She looked up at the gorgeous woman hovering above her in the dim light. Succulent lips parted, lips she had just tasted. Thick waves of dark brown hair cascaded over the brown shoulders and down to almost cover the white triangles covering her full breasts. Her nipples were hidden. Her bikini bottoms were not. One of Candy's thighs was caught between Marguerite's kneeling ones. Even in this light, she could see the indent in the white fabric stretched to cover the gap between the smooth dark thigh. The gap at the top of the thighs spread open over her own. The brunette reached down behind her, on the side of Candy's free leg. The young girl felt fingers on the outside of her thigh, a feather's touch that traveled slowly up toward her hip before drifting away. The thigh shifted in the direction the touch had disappeared, like the head of a dog following a departing petting. Marguerite reached back again and she felt the fingers on the inside of her thigh this time. The feathers were replaced with a firmer touch, sliding deep inside her thigh just above the knee. Candy allowed her knee to bend out and up as the fingers encouraged. Bending her knee that small amount pulled her bare foot closer on the mattress and eased the pressure of the knee wedged between her thighs. Or it should have eased it. Instead, as though it was part of her body's twist to reach behind her, Aunt Mar adjusted her knee, changing the contact from pushing the young thighs apart to pressing directly on her very sensitive, swollen and still wet labia. Candy gasped. She watched the hand reach back a third time. Fingers stroked, not hard or light, up the thigh, adding a smooth soft palm they reached the top. She could not see, but felt the touch travel over her hip bone. The fingers slid under the cotton shirt before she felt it moving up her belly, exposing her. Marguerite's eyes were down, watching what she exposed. She saw what Candy could not: curve of her brown thigh disappearing against the sparsely-downed cleft between matched puffy curves, all varying greys in the shadowy light. The rising shirt uncovered a sweet soft belly, quivering with each rapid breath. She watched her hand leave the shirt bunched over Candy's ribcage and then trace the line down over the perfect little naval and below, coming to rest with her thumb not far above the small cleft, stroking slowly through the thin hair. "Before we go any further, Candace, " she began, causing the young girl to think that a hand and knee had already gone further. "I need to make sure." The dark eyes looked down directly at Candy's. Being called by her given name brought up feelings of being young, wrong and in trouble. Out of control. "Do you really want to feel Valentine," the stroking thumb eased downward, "your stepbrother, fill you up with his big fat dick?" "Yes." "Would you like me to show you some small steps, to get you closer?" "I think so." The poor girl looked so unsure. "Look. Here's your toothbrush." She held held her thumb and first finger like an OK sign. Then she formed both thumbs and fingers into the biggest circle she could make. She nodded toward the secret cabinet. "Here's Valentine." Candy giggled. "Do you see the room for some intermediate steps?" A nod. "Listen, Sweetie. I want to do this very much. I think you'll thank me, and this is kind of a fantasy for me. If you feel like you want to stop, or take a break, or anything, you're in charge." Marguerite lowered herself toward Candy as she spoke. As their bellies met and she felt the bikini-covered breasts squeezed between them, Aunt Mar's wonderful lips drawing near hers, Candy did not feel in charge. Or like wanting to stop. Candy did not stretch up to kiss those full soft lips. She resisted the urge. So Marguerite lowered herself fully onto the younger girl to reach hers. Once the kiss began, Candy ceased resisting. She felt feverish, hungry. Her tongue forced its way upward into Marguerite's mouth, aggressive and eager, mimicking what she had felt from the more experienced woman during their first kiss. Aunt Mar was too small to make her feel smothered at all but Candy still loved how the weight pressed their bodies close. Not muscular like Val, her open legs, arms, hands and belly felt soft, a curvy velvet Venus. The dark Venus had encouraged a knee to bend more, sliding both her legs between Candy's as she eased down fully on top of the girl, whose arms rose to welcome her. Aunt Mar pushed her hips into Candy, up between her open thighs. Candy felt the hips adjust against her, sliding closer against her before pushing again. She had never had a man between her legs, pushing into her, but she thought how Aunt Mar moved against her and under her hands must be close. Marguerite had had men between her legs, and had pushed between the open thighs of other women, and she knew how close her hips pantomimed the actions of thrusting a cock into this innocent eager beaver. The brunette levered herself up on her hands, over the young girl. She pushed her thick hair all to one side of her head. Her breasts filled the white triangles to overfilling, deeper shadows defining hardened points in the center of each. Her hips ground against bareness, the added pressure of this position increasing the contact directly on her lips and clit. Candy tensed. Not in fear or doubt or confusion. Those had been distracting her since the door burst open. Now they were gone and the tight wound spring was back. She had been so close to release when the pump started. Even if she had been so far from her goal to open herself to Valentine. Marguerite seducing her had postponed the release while continuing to wind the spring. She watched as Marguerite sat up between her legs. Again, she marveled at the dark sensuous beauty above her. Two hands came to rest on her belly just below where the T still bunched, before separating and gliding down over each of her hips and legs to the knee. Each hand lifted and Candy allowed her legs to be bent, opened further, and raised in Aunt Mar's small hands. Hands that continued over the smooth tan young skin, leaving the inside of bent knees to follow the curve of long calves to slim ankles. She held the ankles wide and at her own breasts' height as she pushed her hips again into the now very exposed young girl. Candy felt the point of contact change as her legs were drawn up. The pressure moved down and away from her clitoris and directly onto the lower part of her very swollen lips. The part she spread open with her fingers before easing the blunt flat end of the toothbrush inside. "Alright, Candace. There are three legs to the stool of our lesson. Without any one of the three, the stool cannot stand." Candace the student grinned. This was her environment. An instructional lecture beginning with a classic metaphor. Though she had never learned while her ankles were held like this. "One, foreplay. Lots and lots of foreplay. Whatever that ends up being for you." "Two, lubrication. Lots and lots of lube. Until you find out what works for you." "Three. Graduated practice." Candy considered. "Graduated practice. As in intermediate steps between Mr. toothbrush and Mr. Beefy?" It was Mar's turn to nod. "Exactly, bright girl. What teacher wouldn't want a student like you?" "Thank you, Sir. I mean, Ma'am." She circled her hips as she pressed the white fabric of her suit bottom directly on the young girl's swollen wet spot. "Foreplay can include kissing, touching, or licking a big dildo while you pretend it's Valentine." Embarrassed, Candy turned her head to the side before giggling. "Don't be shy. It was sexy. That was the first thing I saw through the window. You with big rubber Val hanging in your face, whispering to him between licks. I couldn't hear you, but it looked fucking hot. You know, you looked a lot like your mom lying there." "Really? Mom's so beautiful." "So are you. So are you." She did look beautiful, blond hair spread like a peacock's tail around her head, sweet lips open slightly, blue eyes bright. She looked content to be exposed, her legs held wide. "Stay here and close your eyes." Candy, eyes clamped shut, bent her knees but held them up and apart as she felt Marguerite's weight move off the futon. She heard a rustling after a drawer opened. There was a light impact near the foot of the bed as though a object had been set there, followed by the woman rejoining her. Then a sharp metallic click. "Okay, look what Aunt Marguerite has for us." Candy opened her eyes to see her cradling a small wooden case with four compartments, the smallest of which was empty. The other three, each wide and longer than the next, contained penis-shaped and colored dildos much like her 'pillow' in appearance except for an identical steel disc suspended on a metal rod protruding from each base. The largest one looked to be the double of her pillow, with that single metal addition. "Where's the little one?" Candy looked up at Mar who brightened at the question. "The perfect question. I expect nothing less." Ceremoniously, she removed the divided tray from in front of her. Candy's jaw dropped. Aunt Marguerite was wearing an arrangement of straps, all white, that held a small flesh-colored penis standing out from her crotch. The flesh a little too light a shade to match her dark skin. She smiled. "Small, medium, jumbo and beginner. Based on what you told me about Mr.Toothbrush, I don't think we'll linger too long on the beginner." Valentine's Celebration Sarah was nervous as ever. This valentine's day she had a special present for Tom. And as soon as he came home (in about 15 minutes), he was going to get it. She had bought a black and pink lingerie set. She had seen it months before in a shop, and she had immediately fell in love with it. The bra and the thong were black with pink trims, and the set had a matching see-through black robe with pink hems. She had kept it hidden at home since. It was her special outfit for today. Sarah had it started planning the day since then. So she had managed to get home early. Usually Tom arrived home before she did, but today when he opened the door he was going to find a pleasant surprise. Sarah was already wearing the lingerie set, and waiting for Tom in the sofa. She had been trying different positions, but all of them seemed too forced. So she had decided to wait seated and get up and go to the door as soon as she heard Tom keys in the lock. Sarah was so excited. It had been years since she had done something like that. When they were dating, she usually surprised Tom when he came home with little or no clothes. But since they had got married a couple years ago, she hadn't done it again. Too much work and a hurried lifestyle were to blame. Cling. Cling. Finally! He was coming. Sarah jumped from the sofa and hurried to the door, just in time to open the door to Tom. "Good evening, Mr. Bramson.", she said as she grabbed his briefcase and closed the door behind him. "Let me welcome you to your Valentine's Day present" she went on as she took off his coat. He looked happily surprised and let her direct him. "Let me guide you to your table", she went on. "The set menu consists in a hand-and-tongue shaft massage for starter, a variety of fucking positions of your choice as the main course, and the special dessert will be an awesome orgasm", Sarah continued as she guided him to their bedroom. It was a simple black and white decorated room, with a bed and an armchair. For the special occasion, Sarah had decorated it with some bunches of red rose petals on the bed and a red blanket over the armchair. As they reached the room, Sarah unlaced the robe and let it slide down her arms, showing Tom the silky white skin in her back, only crossed by the horizontal black and pink band below her arms, and the black vertical band between her round and firm asscheeks. Then she turned around and approached Tom slowly. As she attacked his mouth with hers, she started unbuttoning his shirt. His hands rapidly went all over her skin. She knew he desperately wanted to take off the little clothes she was wearing. But from other times he had learned that it was better to let her wear her special outfits a little longer. She would take them off when she felt necessary. Soon enough Tom was completely naked, his dick already pointed touching Sarah's thigh. With a quick movement, Sarah pushed him to the armchair, where he fell and waited for her. It was also time to release her boobs. Sarah put her right hand behind her and soon her globes were dancing in front of Tom's face. Sarah sat on his lap for a while as she caressed his shaft with her hands. He was so turned on that some drops were already wetting its tip. Now Tom was also free to caress Sarah's balloons and quickly his hands were cupping them, squeezing them, pinching her hard nipples. But he didn't have much time, as she soon got and and kneeled in front of him. She opened his legs with her slender body and approached her tongue to his dick. From the base to the tip she licked it several times, until she finally embraced it with her whole mouth. First only the tip, she sucked it and went out. Then a few inches, licking it around with the tongue in her mouth, and out again. Finally, with a fast and strong movement she put his whole dick in her mouth, causing her to gag a little when its tip touched the back of her throat. For a while she kept licking and sucking it, as she felt her husband enjoy himself under her treatments. Her hands went to caress his balls. When she thought it was enough, she raised two fingers to his mouth, still licking his shaft. When they were wet, she put them around her clit, and then in and out her hole, to prepare herself for his coming inside her. Finally, with a soft kiss to his shaft, she got up and grabbed his hands, wanting him to get up and go to the bed. But he pulled her towards him. "No, I feel like starting with a nice ride, will ya?", he asked her, and he put his legs together, to leave space for hers in the armchair. "Of course, sir. The choice is yours.", she said and she kneeled around him. Without many movements, she grabbed his dick with her right hand and got it up her slit as she held the black thread aside. He would have to remove it later. Then, up and down she went, as he grabbed her ass and help her move. "I want my second position," he soon said, holding her, his shaft still inside her, and getting up. Sarah put her legs around him, not to fall. Two steps and they were near the bed, Tom let her slide off and lie on the bed. With both his hands he grabbed the thong she was still wearing and took it off, leaving the way inside her completely free. Sarah opened her legs with a smile waiting for him to fuck her. Soon he was on top of her, already introducing his rod inside her again, with a strong shove that made her scream with joy. Sarah was a quite quiet girl, but there were some things that made some noises escape her throat. Tom started pumping her slowly, but his pace turned a bit faster with each blow. Suddenly he stopped, and sank his fingertips in her hips. "Do you feel like having your desert?", she asked him, knowing his pause meant he was close enough to explode. "Yes, would you please turn around?", he said, releasing his dick slowly. "Of course... woof!" She quickly raised to her knees and elbows. With his left hand Tom helped his shaft inside her, and his right hand went to caress her clit. Sarah and Tom liked that position a lot because it was the only one they could both manage to explode together. Not always, but usually. It always helped if he was frantically rubbing her bud as he piercing her from behind. His dick in and outside her hole, his fingers on her button, his balls hitting her skin, and the desire helped them achieve their goal. Soon enough they were both screaming and trembling as they came together. Then, their bodies thumped on the bed, and they hugged each other. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Bramson", Sarah said. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mrs. Bramson", Tom replied. And thus, cuddled, happy and exhausted, they fell asleep. Valentine's Cornucopia Pete and Ted looked over the huge pile of cardboard boxes that filled the storehouse unit. They once belonged to a small company who went bankrupt and the bank seized and auctioned them in an attempt to recover its loss, or at least a part of it. It was a blind auction, where bidders were not allowed to open the boxes, something similar to what one can see sometimes of TV, although with far less drama. With a quick search over the internet, Pete and his brother found out that the company dealt with clothing imported primarily from India and Bangladesh, so they expected to find mass produced new clothes, mostly jeans, T-shirts and sweaters to be in the boxes. The auction was not a hot one. Maybe because of the unnaturally bad mid-February weather, but there were hardly any bidders and none over the phone, so it was a real bargain for the two, although they were sure that winning the bid was actually easier than to sell the clothes itself -- even if they were indeed clothes, and not some completely worthless junk. "OK, I guess it's time to open the boxes and see what we've got," Pete said with a smile, and his brother could tell that Pete was at least as stressed as he was. This was not their first auction and they made pretty good deals until now, but they were no veterans by far and they risked a large part of their livelihood every time. "Yeah," Ted answered, "I guess we should only take away in the van the things that are really worth it and throw away the rest." Then he stepped to one of the larger boxes and cut the tape carefully with a knife, then opened it. "Wow," Pete said as he looked into the box. It contained new clothes for sure, but they were not sweaters or jeans but panties, bras and other fine lingerie. The quality was normal, nothing junk, but nothing extravagant either. Alone the contents of the box itself covered half of their expenses and there were several more. "This is nice stuff, bro," Ted said as he held a set of a laced cotton bra and panties in his hand. "We'll be able to find a buyer for this stuff easily, although I know that Milly would kill me if I would sell this without letting her first to check it." "I was thinking the same," Pete answered. "We'll have to show this to our girls if we don't want to hear them complaining for the rest of our lives." They both laughed, then went on and opened a few more boxes. The large boxes all contained similar stuff, but every box was of a different color or style. Uncountable thongs, briefs, boyshorts, hipsters surrounded them together with a massive amount of matching push-ups, balconettes, wired and sports bras. The fever of opening the boxes and discovering new stuff in each one soon got into their heads and when the larger boxes were all open, they quickly went on and started to open the smaller boxes. However, as they opened the first one, they immediately stopped and looked at the contents of the box as if they had found gold. The box contained lingerie as well, but these were of far better quality and of far sluttier style. They were all made of thin, soft fabric and were decorated with fine lace, most of them designed to hide just enough to leave place for speculation of what could hide beneath. "Oh my, I guess we hit the jackpot," Ted said after several minutes of silent examination of the contents. They went on and opened all the rest of the boxes and found two more boxes containing sets of the finer lingerie. "I'm telling you what," Pete said. "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, so let's take these boxes back to our own store and arrange them properly, then take the girls tomorrow afternoon and let them choose what they want. It would be quite a surprise for them, I guess." "Sounds great, but Milly works until six tomorrow, so I'll only be able to arrive with her around seven," Ted remarked. "No problem, give me a call when you pick up Milly so Connie and I shall also arrive at the same time." They managed to pack all the boxes into their van and headed off to their own store, where it took them almost two hours to arrange the boxes. They put some of the lingerie, both simple and delicate ones onto a large table, trying to select the ones they found the nicest. They had a pretty good idea what the girls liked, but still they wanted to give them the possibility to take whatever they wanted. The brothers met Milly and Connie in a discotheque three years back. The girls were roommates and rented an apartment in an area preferred by poorer college students. They both had been studying to become nurses and although they both got their degrees, finally only Milly truly became one. After two years Connie had to realize that night-shifts and 12 hour shifts were not for her and decided to work for a dentist instead, where she could still use things she learned in college. Milly and Ted fell almost immediately in love, and it didn't take much longer for Connie and Pete to get together, although they only ended up in bed on their second date. Milly and Ted taunted them by calling them prudes ever since, though they had firsthand knowledge that Pete and Connie had maybe even fewer taboos during sex than they did. The four of them strictly remained two separate couples, they never mixed or grouped up, even though they had already have sex at the same time in the same place on quite some occasions. These were usually unplanned and happened mostly when they were on holidays or when the heat got them on a party and they searched for an empty room. The girls were both about 5'5", with Connie being slightly higher and thinner. Milly made regular exercises in the gym with Ted as she needed the stamina at work and so she was a bit more muscular. She had nice, round, natural B-cup breasts much to the delight of Ted. Connie had a lighter figure and small, perky breasts. She didn't like the gym and went running instead twice a week in the park and Pete accompanied her faithfully even though he really hated running. The promise of a special Valentine Day's surprise put both Pete and Ted into a great mood and they could hardly wait for the next afternoon. When Ted arrived home, the apartment was empty and dark, Milly was not home yet. She had to work a lot as thanks to a flu, part of her colleagues were on sick-leave and she had to take extra shifts. Ted turned on the lights, took off his coat and decided that he needed a shower. He was all dirty and his muscles were a bit sore after packing the boxes, so a shower seemed like a perfect way to get energized. Just as he was standing under the shower, he heard that Milly arrived home. He picked up the shower gel and started to lather himself when Milly stepped into the bathroom. She looked tired and Ted thought that she only came in to wash her teeth before going to bed. She already took off almost all her clothes and was wearing only her panties and Ted could see her soft, beautiful tits, making his cock twitch involuntarily. "Somebody seems to be in need," Milly said smiling as she noticed it. Then she went to Ted and stepped under the shower without removing her panties. The warm water cascaded down her hair, her shoulder and her tits, quickly soaking her panties was well. The thin fabric became almost completely transparent from the water, revealing the small patch of public hair Milly always kept. They embraced each other and Ted started to lather Milly as well. Milly's hands however travelled down to Ted's already rock hard cock and she began stroking it with one hand, using the other to fondle his balls. "Wait a little with that shower gel, you'll get me all dirty anyway in a few minutes," Milly whispered into Ted's ears and Ted felt that she was right, although he felt that if she continued like that, he wouldn't last for even a few minutes. Ted leant back against the wall of the shower cabin and they both just watched as Milly stroked Ted's cock, occasionally twisting it gently with her hands. Ted moaned and when Milly felt that Ted's cock swelled, she directed his cock in the direction of her crotch and Ted shot his load all over her wet panty with loud groans. "I know you will hardly see me tomorrow, so consider this as my pre-Valentine's Day surprise," Milly said with a wicked smile, then she slipped out of her panties and Ted finished leathering her. They kissed passionately standing under the shower until the water washed down all the soap. After the shower they both went exhausted to bed and fell asleep almost immediately. During the evening, when they were already in bed, Pete remarked to Connie that he managed to make a reservation to a hip slow food restaurant for dinner next evening, although they would unfortunately have to stop by the store before going out as he has to meet the electricity guy who wanted to check a few things before starting to work the next morning. "OK," she said, as she knew that the store had some issues with the lighting and it really needed to be fixed, so she didn't think about anything special. "And I know that you always have great plans for Valentine's Day, but I most certainly hope that I won't have to wait until tomorrow to get a special treatment," she added on a voice that made Pete to immediately put down the book he was reading. He turned to Connie smiling and she giggled in a carefree way as his hands ran over her small tits down to her clean shaved pussy. His fingers found her clit unerringly and soon Connie moaned softly as the first waves of pleasure filled her pussy and then her mind. Pete disappeared under the blanket and he licked and sucked Connie's clit while he gently pushed first his middle finger into his pussy. Connie shuddered as she felt Pete's finger to slip into her pussy and to gently sweep along the wall of her vagina. Later, when Pete felt that she was close to her climax, he added his index and ring finger as well. Connie's orgasm hit her fast and with a rare intensity. She thrashed her arms and legs as Pete continued to kiss her clit and keeping but not moving his three fingers in her pussy, trying to prolong her climax. She only calmed down after almost a minute and she was so tired she could hardly embrace Pete as he lay back next to her before she fell asleep. All next morning she thought about the previous night. It only happened on a few occasions until that time that she felt asleep before she would make Pete come as well, and although she knew that Pete was not upset for such things, she decided to make up to him. However, when she met Milly for a quick lunch in the diner close to the hospital where Molly worked, she quickly forgot about these things and got really curious as suddenly she vividly remembered the talking part of the evening as well. "So, you have some special plans for tonight?" she asked Milly over her coffee, trying to make the word special sound as dirty as possible. "Well, I think Ted surely does," Milly answered imitating Connie's voice when she said surely. "I saw in the calendar we keep in the kitchen that he changed his usual five o'clock training in the gym to two o'clock and when I asked him innocently why, he got a bit distracted, then said that he wants to pick me up right after work and take me to a cute café that opened just last week, but he quickly added that he only wanted a quiet night as he knew I worked a lot and would probably be exhausted. He also told me however that first we'll have to stop by the store as he has to meet a customer." "You don't say," Connie said and quickly told Milly about the conversation she had with Pete about their plans. "Actually they spent an awful lot of time in the store yesterday the afternoon. I'm telling you they have planned something for the both of us," Milly said and winked. "Yep, something that will leave us dead tired and soaking wet," Connie nodded. "Naughty girl," Milly laughed and nudged the shoulder of her friend, although she knew perfectly well that she was probably right. "I'm telling you what," Connie said and put down her coffee cup to emphasize that she had a great idea. "Let's surprise the guys. They expect us to be exhausted, but we can prove them wrong, can't we? We can still get a quick hair-do here in the mall and buy some new clothes, put on some make-up and try a new perfume. How about we buy identical clothes and lipstick? They would surely find it enticing and sexy if we appeared looking alike. I know I would..." "It's a plan, although we have to be quick," Milly said looking at her smartphone, "I only have like 30 minutes before I have to be back." As they had similar figures, it was relatively easy to find a nice looking dress for the afternoon in one of the fast fashion shops. Finding a perfume and a lipstick that was good for both of them was a completely different matter. Finally it took them almost an hour to get what they wanted and Milly had to run as her boss already sent her a message that she was needed in her ward. At six o'clock Milly left the hospital wearing her brand new light cream colored dress. The excitement gave her the energy to feel herself like a princess and not someone who worked 24 hours out of the last 36 in a hospital. She decided not to close her coat despite the chilly winds outside, so Ted could see that she dressed up properly for the occasion. And Ted noticed it immediately, although the first thing he noticed were Milly's rich, deep red lips. Milly knew that Ted really liked what he saw and she could feel it as well in the soft but hungry kiss he gave to her. That kiss alone was worth all the efforts, Milly thought. They remained embraced for about a minute even after the kiss as the new perfume charmed Ted and he just wanted to feel the sweet scent that reminded her to spring flowers, then they went to Ted's car and were off to the store. Pete met Connie an hour earlier in the park. Even though it was dark and cold, they took a walk around the frozen lake and drank a cup of hot tea at one of the stalls. Connie also received proper accolades for her dress and for being even more beautiful than usual. And just as for Milly, words alone were not enough for Connie so she also received a kiss hot enough to melt the snow around them. Pete made sure to put his arm around Connie's waist to draw her closer as he wanted to feel that playful new perfume Connie put on. And Connie wanted to be as close to Pete as possible to make sure he felt it. As Pete's car was parked at the store, they took the subway to get there. It was difficult not to notice that Valentine's Day was present everywhere on the subway, with couples holding hands, carrying a stem of red rose or a whole bouquet, maybe a hearth shaped box of pralines. The two couples arrived almost exactly at the same time to the store, and the two boys were not just a little bit surprised when they realized that the girls were wearing the same dress. Connie and Milly just giggled as they saw the surprised look on their partner's face and they were both extremely pleased when they saw that surprise soon changed into excitement in their eyes. Milly and Connie looked "How do you like our little surprise, boys?" Milly asked with a huge smile on her face. The guys were amazed. It took them some time to reply, but finally Ted managed to mumble, "well, I definitely love the idea." "Yeah, definitely," Pete added nodding. "And we thought that since both of you had a long day, you won't even have the energy to grab your coats, let alone to dress up like this." "Well, we had a bit longer than usual lunchtime to get all shiny and beautiful," Connie said laughing. "Yep, I even ran into trouble for that with my boss when I got back, but then when I showed her the dress, her next question was if I had seen it in her size," Milly said and laughed loudly as she said the last part. The others joined her, especially since they all knew that her boss was a real diva. Ted took his smartphone from his pocket and asked the girls to stand next to each other to make some pictures. The girls decided that their coats would spoil the pictures, so they put them down and Ted quickly made a few pictures. The girls laughed, posed in the snow under the streetlights, embraced each other, and then pretended to dance. Then quickly went inside the store when Pete opened it. "OK, ladies," Pete said as turned on the lights. "You gave us a nice surprise, but we also have a surprise for you!" As the lights turned on, the lamps illuminated the large room that was decorated with hearth shaped garlands and balloons, all sparkling in the different shades of red, pink and white. On the floor the girls could see the opened boxes, but the boys had also placed some of the lingerie on display nicely arranged on tables. As the girls looked around, they thought as probably Alice felt in Wonderland. "Yep, this is what we bought on the auction yesterday," Ted said with a wicked smile when he saw the astonishment on the girls' face. "You may take whatever you want from any of the boxes in here, this is our Valentine's Day surprise for you." As he saw that the girls were literally speechless, Pete nudged her brother's arm. "OK, Ted, let's go to the office and have a strong coffee and give some privacy to Milly and Connie," he said laughing and grabbed his favorite cup from the desk, where he left it the day before. Connie and Milly just walked around for some time and tried to discover the content of the boxes. Then they decided that they should execute some self-control and would only select seven sets, one for each day of the week. Both girls tried to select sets that would fit their tastes. Of course the cornucopia in front of them made choosing the best ones a bit difficult. Of course especially for Friday and Saturday, they wanted to select something from the smaller boxes. "Any of the boxes Ted, right?" Milly called out, emphasizing the word any in a tone that immediately alerted the guys to why she asked it. "Sure," Ted called back seemingly indifferently, although he looked at Pete with an impish smile and Pete looked back the same way. After maybe thirty minutes that seemed like an eternity for the two guys, Connie's head appeared in the door. "Come out guys, we've decided to make you an improvised show," she said giggling and quickly closed back the door. The guys quickly gathered themselves and went back to the storage room, where the girls started a CD on the player the guys usually used when they worked and needed some music. „We hope that you'll enjoy our little show," the guys could hear Connie's voice coming from the direction of the small bathroom in the corner. "But we also want to have our own fun." "So we would like to ask you to take off your pants before we start, so we can check your reaction each time," Milly continued, "Unless, of course you are too shy to do such things," she added with a giggle. Ted and Pete were definitely not too shy and since they have seen each other naked many-many times, it didn't bother them at all. Their cock was already half erect and they had a distinct feeling that seeing their girls in sexy clothes will make them rock hard immediately, so probably Connie and Milly won't see too much difference in their reactions. However, they would certainly the last to spoil a game like this, so they just took off their pants and put it down onto one of the stools before they sat down themselves. And then the show began. The girls found Ted's old mixed CD somewhere that contained mostly dynamic classic rock hits and as Bill Haley started to sing Rock Around the Clock, Connie turned down half the lights to create some atmosphere and Milly made her debut on the provisory runway. She went close to the boys with determined steps on a pace dictated by the music, wearing a simple, white push up bra with matching boyshorts and her high heeled shoes. There was nothing extravagant in the set, but it fitted her nice, muscular feminine body perfectly. She didn't move perfectly like a model would, but her moves were natural and relaxed. Then she turned around and went back towards the bathroom, but not before she cast a quick glance on Ted's dick. It was pointing directly upwards, just as she hoped for. Valentine's Cornucopia Then it was Connie's turn. She selected a red balconette with black lace and black French slips. As she wore her warm Canadian boots that day and those were not suited for the show, she came out bare footed, much to the delight of Pete. As she turned around, she saw that Pete formed silently the words "You look gorgeous" with his mouth. She smiled and sent him a kiss, then went back behind the door almost hopping like a fairy. The girls took their turns, presenting their chosen lingerie for their guys, who became more and more excited after each. Both girls chose four simple but very neat sets that were suitable for everyday use, and three extremely sexy ones and made sure to present them in an order to reveal more and more each time they appeared. When they showed their whole collection and saw that Ted and Pete were almost bursting from not being allowed to touch them, Milly and Connie decided that it was time to end the show with a bang. As Connie arrived back behind the door of the bathroom, Milly was already wearing nothing else but a white G-string with a simple red hearth painted onto the small patch of cloth that covered her pussy and the small tuft of public hair above. Connie quickly took of the bra slip she was wearing for her last round and stepped into her own, a bright, almost fluorescent yellow one. "Remember," Milly said to Connie, "do everything as you would if you were alone with Pete. I will certainly do that with Ted." Connie only made an impish smile and winked as an answer. The idea of having sex in front of the other couple made both of them extremely excited, although they would probably have never openly admitted it. Pete and Ted immediately knew that the just watching part was over and it was time for action when the girls appeared almost naked, wearing only G-strings, leaving their tits uncovered. They moved with swift, feline steps and in fact they felt a bit like cats approaching their prey. Milly's nice B-cup breasts moved in synchrony with her steps, drawing the attention of Ted immediately. Connie's little, round, perky breasts visibly defied gravity and Pete just watched them half hypnotized until they were right in front of his nose. When Milly got in front of Ted, she kissed him and looked deep into his eyes, then directed his gaze down to her crotch, making sure his gaze followed hers. She straddled him, but didn't sit into his lap. Instead, with her hand she pulled the small line of cloth sideways, bringing her now uncovered pussy right in level with his mouth. She wanted Ted to reciprocate what she did last night and Ted immediately knew what he had to do. He put his hands on Milly's buttocks to pull her a bit closer, then started to slowly kiss her pussy. First he kissed her outer lips, then ran his tongue slowly upwards along her slit. Milly closed her eyes as the well-known warm feeling she loved so much engulfed her, starting from her pussy and spreading all over her body. Maybe because of all the excitement she had so far this evening, maybe because she felt Connie's eyes all over herself, the feeling spread much faster than usual and her legs quickly became weak. She put her hands on Ted's shoulders to recover her balance and lowered her head, so Ted could hear her every little moan. Ted's tongue slipped first on a lower, then on an ever increasing pace in and out of her pussy. Connie wanted something completely different. Already during the show she felt that the sight of Pete's cock turned her on, especially when she saw as his cock twitched sometimes, and she wanted that cock inside her as soon as possible. So when she got in front of Pete, she straddled him and just grabbed his cock, pumped on it a few times, then used it to push the string of her panty sideways and sat directly onto his cock. Both she and Pete moaned loudly as his cock disappeared in her pussy. Pete took alternatingly her left and her right nipple into his mouth and slowly licked, sucked the sensitive buds. Connie didn't move at all for minutes, just took deep breaths as she moaned and enjoyed as Pete's hot dick filled her pussy and stretched it, and as her nipples hardened and became more and more sensitive with each kiss Pete breathed on them. She looked over at Milly and Ted for a second and saw as Milly lowered her head and closed her eyes. Connie closed her eyes as well and slowly started to gyrate her hip, making Pete to groan and to suck her nipples harder and hungrier. "I want your cock now," Milly said to Ted on a heaving voice between two moans. He gave a soft kiss onto her clit, than grabbed and held her with his hands on her buttocks. He lifted her as he stood up and after two determined steps he put her down softly onto the table. With her legs wide open, Milly put her left hand behind her back to be balanced, grabbed Ted's erect cock and put its tip to her slit, moving it a bit up and down. She saw as Pete's cock disappeared deep in Connie and suddenly wanted nothing more than Ted fucking her senseless with his really hard cock. As Ted felt that his cock touched the warm, wet pussy, he pushed it deep inside, then pressed the soft material of the thong against Milly's clit with his thumb and started to circle on it as he moved his cock in and out, pulling it out almost completely and pushing it deep inside every time. He dictated a fast pace from the first thrust and sensed that this was exactly what Milly wanted. Milly lay onto her back and grabbed her tits with her hands, than moaned louder and louder as Ted pushed his cock harder and harder into her pussy every time. She felt as his balls hit the sensitive piece of skin between her pussy and her anus and the sensation of the soft material of her panty as it rubbed her clit almost drove her crazy. Ted saw and heard that Milly's climax built rapidly and felt that his own built as fast or maybe even faster. After only a few minutes he felt as his cum started to rise and he lost his control when Milly cried up loudly in pleasure, her body tightened and she arched her back. Ted pumped his first shot deep into her pussy, then pulled it out quickly and let the rest of his load to cover the red hearth on the front of Milly's G-string. Milly just lay on her back and when she felt that Ted released all his load, she grabbed his still hard cock and directed it back to her pussy, then moaned contently as Ted pushed it back deep again. She put her hand over her panty and smeared Ted's generous amount of cum over her crotch as she was trying to collect the strength to sit up and stand back onto her feet again. Pete concentrated hard on Connie's nipples, trying not to think about the amazing sensation Connie's moves induced in his cock. He was quite successful in this for some time, but after a few minutes, the soft kisses and the light bites on her nipples made Connie to lose her control and she started to ride Pete's cock like a cowgirl, tightly embracing his neck with both arms and groaning loudly each time she literally impaled herself on Pete's cock. Pete groaned in unison with her and soon they both came almost uncontrollably. Connie didn't slow down even when she felt that Pete's cock erupted in her and the hot cum filled her pussy. Her own climax came a few seconds after Pete shot his load and her tightening pussy muscles almost crushed the tip of Pete's now overly sensitive cock. "Hah, baby, I thought you'll break it off," Pete panted when Connie finally stopped. Connie just smiled on him with a naughty smile, then they kissed and Pete caressed Connie's sweat covered back. Connie only raised herself when Pete's cock started to soften and they both smiled appreciatively on each other when they saw that Connie's yellow G-string got torn beyond repair during the wild ride. However, instead of standing up, Connie went down straight onto her knees and took Pete's cock into her mouth. First she used her tongue to clean it, but then she took it into her hand and started stroking it dynamically. "I hope you are ready for a second round," she said as she looked into his eyes, "I want to say thank you for yesterday evening." "We can definitely try it honey," Pete said, then closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair. Connie stroked Pete's cock and occasionally sucked on the tit and managed to revive it after five minutes. When Pete's cock began to harden, she sucked it in completely and began to give him a slow, sensual blowjob, softly touching the skin on his cock with her mouth and exciting the underside of his cock with her tongue. "I'm going to cum again," Pete groaned after some time, with his eyes still closed. Connie placed the tip of Pete's cock to her open mouth and continued stroking it with her hand. Pete opened his eyes when he felt his cum to rise again and watched, as he shot his load into Connie's waiting mouth. It was not too much this time, only three shots, but both he and Connie were satisfied with it. Connie kept stroking his cock until he was completely spent, then sucked in the tip to make sure she collected every drop. Pete moaned loudly. Only when Connie released his cock did they notice that Milly and Ted watched them intently, making sure not to miss any detail, but remaining completely silent, not wanting to break the spell. "That was one great blowjob," Milly said as Connie swallowed Pete's load. "Don't tell me you needed a demonstration," Connie giggled and Milly started giggling as well. "OK, I guess the two of us missed our reservations," Pete said smiling at Connie when he was finally able to talk again, "so we should probably try to find a decent place we can have a glass of champagne." "And probably something to eat after this exercise," Milly added laughing as she turned over to Ted. "Otherwise you'd get drunk after the first sip. Where is that nice little place you wanted to take me? I'm sure they can find us a small table for four at least in the kitchen." "Girls, get yourselves dressed, I'll make a call," Ted said and gave her a kiss. Valentine's Date with Mom This story is a continuation of 'New Year's Eve Seduction' but can be read as a stand alone as well. * Valentine's Day was finally here and Diane was nervous with anticipation. Her husband Mark was coming home from a week-long business trip that night and had promised to take her out on the town. Over the years their sex life had cooled off a little but they always made sure to be together for special Occasions like Valentine's Day. Diane spent the week shopping for a new outfit and going to the gym to make sure that she looked as hot as she did when they first met 23 years ago. Diane chose a loose fitting faux-wrap around dress. The upper portion of the dress clung to her chest and offered a tantalizing glimpse of the curves of her breast from the deep plunging neck line. The cleavage was so low that she wouldn't be able to wear a bra but she didn't mind because she enjoyed showing off her body to her husband. While she didn't have a very large chest she had been blessed with a perkiness that defied the laws of physics and always got a thrill from watching Men's reactions when she went out without a bra. The bottom part of her dress came down mid-thigh and was cut with an opening in the front where the material overlapped on itself. The effect was that the dress looked as if it had been wrapped around her body and fastened at the bottom of the neck line. When she first tried on the dress Diane noticed that the opening in the front would fall apart as she walked revealing most of her thighs with each step. The upper portion of the dress was a bright red satin that was thin enough to clearly display the shape of her breasts underneath. The lower part of the dress was an equally bright red shade of wispy chiffon that danced around her hips as she moved. Diane even bought a new pair of heels for the occasion, a pair of 5" silver spiked heels held on by two thin silver straps across her toes and around her ankles. She knew that she would look like a knockout in her new outfit and couldn't wait for her husband to see it. Diane spent the morning at the salon getting her hair and nails done and decided to do something extra special for her man. When she told the stylist that she wanted to get a Brazilian wax, she was convinced to get their special V-Day package. The special package included a coloring and a custom trim. To her delight she left the salon with her pussy shaved bare except for a small patch of neatly trimmed hair above her clit that was dyed red and shaved into a heart shape. After coming home from the salon Diane placed her dress out on her bed and took a long shower being careful not to get her hair wet. An hour later she was sitting in front of her vanity applying the finishing touches on her makeup when the phone rang. "Hi honey, it's me." "Hi Mark." "I've got some bad news. My connection out of Chicago was canceled and it looks like I'm going to have to spend the night at the airport hotel." "What? It's Valentine's day! Can't you take another flight?" "I tried; every other flight is booked solid." "I can't believe it. I've been looking forward to seeing you all week." "I know. Me too. Maybe you can make the best of the situation and take one of your girlfriends to the restaurant; it is non-refundable after all." "But, I want to go with you..." "I'll make it up to you honey. I promise. Here comes my shuttle, I've got to go. Bye." "Bye, I love you." "I love you too Diane." CLICK Dejected she sat there staring into the mirror for what felt like an eternity. They had never been apart on Valentine's day before and she couldn't bear the thought of breaking their tradition now. Eric was not looking forward to Valentine's Day. His last girlfriend dumped him on New Year's Eve and despite a few dates here and there he was still single. Another holiday meant for couples to celebrate that he would spend alone... Not that he spent New Year's Eve entirely alone. He often thought back to that night when he and his mother danced together and ended up having sex in his basement bedroom shortly after sharing a midnight kiss. The sex was incredible and the excitement of the experience was only intensified because of how taboo it was. In the days following that night he and his mother did their best to avoid each other, was it shame? or was it a forbidden temptation that they were trying to control? Over time they relaxed around each other, but neither one had yet openly acknowledged the intimate act that they shared in his bed. After several weeks had passed Diane had managed to convince herself that it was the alcohol that got to them that night and that it wasn't because they had any actual sexual feelings for each other. Over time she began acting normal around her son and the guilt of what she did started to fade. Eric came home to find his mother in the kitchen wearing an old t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a beer and a tub of ice cream. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for your hot date with dad?" "He can't make it. His flight was canceled, so I'm all alone on Valentine's day. At least I have cookies and cream." "That sucks, I know you've been looking forward to tonight." Eric knew that his father had gone all out and booked them a table at the most exclusive restaurant in town. "I spent all week looking for the perfect dress and I won't even get to wear it. It's OK though. He said he will take me out another time." "But this is Valentine's Day. You shouldn't be left alone to wallow in a tub of ice cream." "Do you have a better idea?" "I could be your date for the night." "I appreciate the thought Eric, but I'd rather just watch some TV and go to bed early." "I can dust off my old suit and be ready in no time." "What suit? The only suit you have is like 10 years old and probably doesn't fit you. Anyway this is more of a tuxedo occasion." "I can wear dad's tux. We're about the same size right?" "Well, the dinner is prepaid and non-refundable." "We can't let that go to waste now can we?" "OK, OK, I guess you can be my date for the night. I guess I need to finish getting ready." "I'll clean up down here while you get ready OK?" "OK, but we have to leave in less than an hour so hurry up and get yourself cleaned up." Diane got up and walked over to her son before heading up to her room. "Thanks Eric, I appreciate you taking care of your mother like this." She gave him a little kiss on the cheek and left him to clean up. After taking a quick shower Eric found that his mother had brought down his father's tuxedo and laid it across his bed. Having never worn a tuxedo before, in fact he had only ever worn a suit once or twice before, it took him a little while to figure out how to put everything on - the cufflinks alone took him nearly five minutes. After getting himself put together he went up to wait for him mother in the living room. He had only just sat down when he looked up to see his mother coming down the stairs. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her red dress clung to her chest and hips while floating freely around her thighs as she walked. As she turned towards him and walked into the living room he noticed that her legs were almost fully exposed with each step that she made. His eyes drifted down her long stocking clad legs as she approached. Each step revealed the top of her stockings and a more than just a hint of flesh. Diane paused in the middle of the room to look at her son. She was stunned at how much he looked like his father Mark. Wearing the tuxedo that his father worn on their wedding night, Eric was a dead ringer. Instantly Diane was transported back to their wedding night and she felt young again. "You look incredible mom. Very sexy, Dad doesn't even know what he is missing!" "You don't look too bad yourself son. You are the spitting image of your father when he was your age." "Are we ready to go?" "Hold on, I forgot my purse upstairs." "Don't worry; I'll get it for you." Eric walked to the stairs slowing down as he past his mother and took in her perfume. She smelled like a goddess. He quickly snapped himself out of it and went up to her bedroom to find her purse. He retrieved it from her vanity and noticed his father's cologne sitting beside it. Remembering that he forgot to put anything on he grabbed it and sprayed himself before returning back down. He made a show of sticking his arm out for his mother as he escorted her to the car and she ate it up. She enjoyed the playful relationship that they shared and was happy thinking that she might actually have some fun after all. Eric opened the car door for his mother and was treated to a brief flash of bare flesh as she stepped into the car one leg at a time before finally closing the door. On the ride over to the restaurant they engaged in light conversation, but Eric couldn't keep his mind off of his mother's body. He took every opportunity to look down at her lap and began wondering what kind of underwear she had on. At the restaurant he quickly ran around to her side of the car and opened the door for her hoping for another peek between her legs and wasn't disappointed. With her right foot on the pavement and her left foot still in the car Diane turned her body slightly away from his as she dug through her purse. She pulled out a tube of lipstick and gave herself a quick touch up while he stood holding the door open fixated on the soft skin of her inner thigh that disappeared beneath her dress cutting off his view just below where her panties must be. "OK, now I'm ready." She turned to him and stepped out of the car seemingly unaware of the show that she just provided. Linking arms they walked into the restaurant as the doors were opened for them. They approached the hostess and his mother spoke up. "We have a reservation for two. The name is Harris." The hostess looked up from her reservation book and turned to Eric "Good evening Mr. Harris..." and then turned to his mother "...and Mrs. Harris. We have a wonderfully romantic evening planned for you so please enjoy." Standing with her arm entwined with her son's she caught a whiff of his cologne and realized that he must have used his father's brand as she leaned into him and took a slow deep breath of his scent. She squeezed his arm playfully as the hostess called him Mr. Harris. She knew he was squirming and she was having fun with it. Diane leaned in and kissed Eric on the cheek and replied to the hostess "We can't wait. It's been took long since Mr. Harris took me out on a hot date." She gave Eric a teasing wink before turning away again. "It looks like your table will be ready shortly; may I suggest that you two lovebirds begin with a cocktail in our lounge?" "That sounds like a great idea." "Please allow me to show you the way." The hostess turned and led them through the restaurant to a wide staircase at the rear of the dining room that led up to the bar. Eric followed behind his mother and stayed a step or two behind as they went up the stairs leaving his face level with his mother's tight round ass. He watched as her hips rocked seductively from side to side with each step swishing her dress around enough to reveal the tops of her stockings. Every couple of steps he caught a glimpse of the clasp connecting her stockings to her garter belt. His cock was growing by the second and was nearly rock hard by the time they reached the top of the stairs. The hostess led them to a pair of low-slung chairs and took their drink order. He ordered a beer and she ordered a vodka martini, dirty. They sat down facing each other and Diane could tell that her son was embarrassed. "What's wrong Mr. Harris? Your face is all flushed." Little did she know that he was flushed because he had been fantasizing about her naked body underneath her dress. Sitting across from her watching her cross her long legs wasn't helping the matter much either. Sensing that he had to do something he decided to go along with it and pretend to be embarrassed. "She thought that I was dad!" "Well, you are Mr. Harris, right? "I guess." "Forget about it honey, just have fun and enjoy the night." The hostess appeared with their drinks and placed them on a small table between their chairs. Eric watched as his mother slowly leaned over to reach for her martini. With her eyes averted he openly leered at the gaping cleavage between his mothers perky breasts. Leaning back into her chair she took a sip of her drink and looked up at him before he could look away. Did she catch him staring? His mind raced as he abruptly fumbled for his beer and attempted to make conversation. Diane finished a second martini before the hostess reappeared to inform them that their table was ready. Being a gentleman he held out his hand to help his mother up out of the low chair and again stayed a few steps behind her as the walked across the lounge to the stairs. His eyes immediately drifted down her shapely body and he finally noticed her shoes. Her heels appeared to be long metal spikes and further accentuated her long legs. Everything about his mother was driving him crazy. Her long legs, the curves of her hips and the smooth skin of her cleavage all raced through his mind as they followed the hostess to their table. The table was small and intimate. There was just enough room for their settings and a candle. Eric pulled out his mother's chair and pushed it in behind her staring down at her tits the whole time. When they were both seated Diane ordered a bottle of red wine before turning back to face her son. He noticed that she was staring into his eyes with a sentimental grin stretched across her face. "Are you OK mom?" "Yeah, I just can't get over how much you look like your father right now." "I'm just amazed that this tuxedo even fits! How old is this thing anyway?" "That is the tuxedo that your father wore on our wedding night. I don't think he's worn it since. I guess it's a good thing we kept it all these years." "Well I'm glad it looks good on me. Not that it matters much with you in that dress." "What is that supposed to mean?" "You look hot mom, and everyone in this entire restaurant has been staring at you all night." "What's wrong are you jealous?" "Mom...." "Why don't you call me Diane? It might look weird if our waiter thinks I'm out on a date with my son." "OK, Diane." It felt strange to Eric to call his mother by her first name but he was willing to do just about anything that she asked him to at that point. The waiter came and gave them each a glass of champagne before filling their wine glasses. They toasted and slipped back into a comfortable friendly conversation. They talked and laughed through dinner and Eric realized that they had gone through two whole bottles of wine by the time dessert came. He had only had two or three glasses so his mother must have had the rest. After dessert the waiter left a few small chocolates on the table and Eric put one in his jacket pocket to save for later. "What's this?" Diane looked up to see her son pulling something out of his jacket pocket. He looked down as he opened his hand to reveal a crumpled up ball of white silk. "Oh my!" His mother gasped. Looking up at her he asked what it was. "Put that back where you found it. Those are my panties." He quickly thrust his hand back into his pocket. "But you said the last time he wore this was on your wedding night." His mother's cheeks reddened. "You know, we weren't always boring old people. Your father and I had a lot of fun when we were younger." "Those are from your wedding night?" "Sometimes when we would go out I would go to the bathroom and take off my panties and hand them to him. He said he liked the warmth and the smell of them." Eric didn't know what to say. "I guess I never really thought of you two having a sex life before." "We did all sorts of wild things when we were your age. I'm going to go to powder my nose and then we can sneak in a little dancing before heading home OK?" "Sure thing mo.. Diane." She smiled at him as she left the table. Curious about the contents of his pocket Eric waited until she was out of sight before reaching back in to pull out the crumpled fabric again. It felt soft in his hand as he examined the panties that his mother wore on her wedding night. They were made of pure white silk with detailed white embroidery. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he brought his mother's panties up to his face and smelled the faint aroma that was only barely perceptible. He closed his eyes as he inhaled his mother's scent left over from her wedding. The thought of her being fucking in her white wedding gown sent a shockwave through his body. He opened his eyes and pushed the panties back into his pocket just in time to see his mother turn the corner into the dining room. She glided through the room turning heads as she went and stopped next to her son. Diane reached out and took his hand into hers pulling him up out of his chair. "Come on Mr. Harris it's time to dance." Eric stood up and felt his mother's other hand reach out and push something into his hand before she turned to lead him to the dance floor. He stood still as she slowly walked away. Looking down he was shocked to find that he was now holding a pair of red satin panties that his mother must have just taken off. Unlike the other pair he could still feel her warmth as he pulled them up to his face and again smelled her sweet aroma. His knees weakened as he breathed in the strong musty smell of his mother. His eyes caught her approaching the stairs and he noticed her looking back at him while he was still holding her panties up to his face. A wicked little smile appeared before she turned her head and began walking up the stairs to the lounge area where the dance floor was. He nervously stuffed her panties into his pocket and raced across the dining room to follow her up the stairs. He was several steps behind her and again enjoyed the view of her hips rocking from side to side as climbed the stairs. He noticed that she was walking much more slowly this time and that the motion of her hips seemed almost exaggerated, which resulted in the hem of her dress rising higher up her legs with each step. He reached into his pocket and felt her fading warmth against his skin as the thin chiffon material of her dress bounced around her legs briefly revealing the milky skin of the top of one thigh before falling back into place and then briefly exposing the other. At the top of the steps she reached for her son's hand and led him onto the dance floor. The dance floor was pretty crowded and the music, though upbeat, was clearly geared towards an older crowd. They made the best of it and danced together for a few songs until a slow number came on and in unison the crowd slowed down and pulled their dates close. Diane wrapped her arms around her son's neck and moved in to him. Eric stepped forward and his body met hers as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He rested his hands on her lower back and let his hips sway with hers to the gentle rhythm of the music. With her firm breasts pressed against him Eric could feel her hard nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her dress. His cock was swollen and strained against the front of his pants. He knew that his mother must be able to feel his rock hard penis pressing against her. Diane arched her neck and let her hands slide down his chest before sliding her hands around his waist. She leaned into him and rested her head against his shoulder. With her eyes closed she lost herself in the moment and felt like she was 20 years old again dancing with her husband. Eric felt his mother slowly grinding her hips into him as they danced. Valentine's Date with Mom Eric moved his hands down his mother's lower back until they rested on her ass. He slowly massaged her through her dress as they swayed to the music. He could feel the fabric bunching up as he massaged her and soon realized that he was slowly exposing more and more of his mother's legs to the dance floor. Looking around the dark room he noticed that the dance floor was filled with older couples who were too busy with their dates to see what he was doing so he became bolder. He continued rubbing his mother through her dress aware that her bare ass would soon be exposed. His mother let out a little moan into his neck when the tips of his fingers first made contact with her bare skin. His fingers danced across the curve of her ass as he continues to work the bottom of her dress up her back until both of his hands were cupping her bare skin. Diane had never been shy about exposing herself in public and didn't want her son to stop now. She pulled him into her and pressed her pelvis against her son. Her pussy was getting wetter every second that he touched her. Diane lifted her head from her son's shoulder and looked into his eyes. She recognized the same lust that she saw in his father's eyes. Diane opened her mouth and pressed her lips against her son's. He kissed her back. Their tongues connected and sent a shiver through her body. He tasted like a man, exactly what she needed. As Eric made out with his mother in the middle of the dance floor their movements slowed down until finally they were no longer dancing. Diane instinctively spread her legs apart as her son's hands slid down the curve of her ass. She shuddered in his arms as his fingers moved between her legs and gently brushed against her wet pussy. "unnnggghhh..." She moaned into her son's mouth while he slowly began to finger her pussy from behind. Eric's other hand moved up the side of her body until he was cupping her breast. He proceeded to massage her breast while he fingered her on the dance floor. Her breathing was becoming more rapid. His mother bit his lower lip in response to his finger pushing further inside of her. No longer caring if anyone saw what they were doing he pushed her back against a wall. He looked down at his quivering mother and all he saw was pure lust staring back at him begging to be fucked. He stepped forward and took her head in his hands pulling her mouth to his. He pressed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue deep into his mother's mouth. She was no longer in control. Eric moved one hand back onto her breast and continued to massage her through her dress. His other hand slid down the front of her body over her breast and stomach until it reached the hem of her dress. He lifted up her dress and pressed his fingers against her dripping wet pussy. His fingers slid easily across the smooth skin of her freshly shaven pussy as he rubbed her juices all over her pussy. One finger slid deep into his mother, eliciting another moan, followed shortly by a second. While Eric fucked his mother's pussy with one hand he pushed his other hand inside the top of her dress and cupped her bare flesh. Her body was writhing with every touch. He took her nipple between his fingers and squeezed it while he pushed his two fingers deep inside of her. Diane's breathing increased until she exploded. Her knees weakened and she squeezed her thighs against her son's hand as he continued to massage her through her orgasm. "OH GOD ERIC!!" She tried to stifle her scream into his neck. Eric continued to slowly rub his mother's dripping pussy while her body shuddered in his arms. He felt her body tensing with each contraction of her pussy around his fingers. After she felt the orgasm pass over her she turned to her son and whispered "I think it's time you took me home." Eric got the message and slowly pulled his fingers from his mother's pussy. She took his hand in hers and drew it up to her mouth. Diane pushed her son's fingers into her mouth and licked her juices from his hand before leading him back through the dance floor and down to the car. The two of them flew through the restaurant like criminals leaving the scene of the crime. In the parking lot Eric again opened the door for his mother who slowly, and for once intentionally, stepping into the car. With one foot in the car and the other still on the pavement she pushed her knees apart and pulled the front of her dress open for her son. For the first time he could see the small heart that had been shaved above her clit. He intently watched as she drew a finger across her own pussy before bringing her other leg into the car. Closing the door behind her he ran around the car and jumped in. Knowing he had a long drive across town ahead of him Eric was eager to get home as quickly as possible. Pulling out of the restaurant he could barely keep his eyes on the road. His mother had pushed her legs as far apart as the car would allow and had pulled her dress apart so that she was basically naked below her chest. His eyes trailed up her stocking and along the thin straps stretched across her thighs until they rested on her wet pussy. She was covered in her own juices and her skin glistened beneath the street lights as they drove. Diane plunged her fingers into her pussy and continued where her son left off. She pulled on the lever next to her and dropped her seat into a full recline offering her son a better view of her fucking herself. Before long she was already cumming again and Eric watched as her body heaved in the seat next to him. His mother lay beside him trying to catch her breath when she got another idea. He saw her sitting herself up and leaning over towards him. Her hands grabbed his crotch and quickly worked to free his hard cock. As soon as he felt the cool night air against his skin he felt his mother's warm breath followed by her wet mouth wrap around the tip of his cock. He managed to drive the rest of the way home with just one hand so that she had plenty of room of suck his cock. He rested his right hand on her back and managed to reach around to grab her breast. He struggled to keep the car on the road with his horny mother's head bobbing up and down in his lap. The miles flew by as his mother pushed him closer to climaxing until they finally pulled into their driveway. "Do you want to go inside?" "uunnnnnhhh hhhuuuuhhh" She mumbled with his cock lodged deep in her throat. Diane pulled her head up and waited for her son to get her door for her. When he opened the door she again spread her legs for him but was so horny that she didn't tease him for long. As soon as both of her feet were on the ground Eric leaned over and grabbed his mother lifting her up over his shoulder. He slammed the door shut and ran into their house with his mother's naked ass and dripping pussy inches from his face. He carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom before throwing her down onto her bed. She landed hard and fell back, her hair landing in a wild mess around her head. Her dress was opened in the front and her legs and pussy were fully exposed. She looked up at her son through her hair and begged him to fuck her with her eyes. She knew that he was in control and the thought of being powerless made her even hornier. He stood above her ripping off his father's tuxedo throwing it into a crumpled pile on the floor. Her eyes followed every movement of his until he was finally naked. She stared in anticipation at her son's toned naked body standing above her. Eric moved forward and grabbed his mother by her thighs and pulled her towards him. Once her ass was on the edge of the bed he rolled her over and pulled her hips up to meet his. Diane was standing up bent over at her waist propping herself up on her bed with her hands. Her son grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him. She felt his hard cock slide along the length of her soaking pussy. He rubbed his cock against her until he was covered with her juices. Fully lubricated Eric paused for a moment and then pushed his cock deep inside of his mother's waiting pussy. "OH ERIC!!! FUCK ME!!!" His mother was screaming at the top of her lungs as he finally penetrated her. Her hair flung around as he pounded his cock into her from behind. Eric didn't know what came over him but he wanted to fuck her like an animal and he wanted her to know who was in charge. He slapped her ass as hard as he could leaving behind a dark red mark. "OH YES, DON'T STOP" His mother kept moaning and yelling. "FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE" He was so turned on at this point he just kept pounding his cock into her as hard as he could. His skin slapped against hers and made a rhythmic sound as he fucked his mother raw. "OH GOD, I'M CUMMING" He didn't slow down as she came again. His mother's pussy gripped tightly onto his hard cock and pulsated with each wave of orgasm that washed over her. Eric continued fucking her as hard as he could manage. He leaned forward and reached around to grab his mother's breasts through her dress. He grabbed at the thin material and pulled on it until her dress ripped wide open freeing her soft mounds. He tightly grabbed each breast and pulled on them and pinched her nipples. "OOOOHHHHH GGGGOOOOOODDDDD!!!!" She kept screaming. He wasn't sure if she was still cumming from before or if she was cumming again, but he didn't care. She was his now and he was going to use her. The thought of taking his mother like this started to sink into him and he felt his cock stiffening inside of her hot pussy. He moved his hands from her chest and grabbed her hips again. He slammed his body against hers and pulled her hips into him forcing his cock as far inside of his mother's pussy as he could manage. His cock throbbed and erupted inside of her. He felt her pussy contracting against him as his cock released streams of cum into her. He held her tight against him until he emptied himself completely and then collapsed onto her. His head was resting on her shoulder and he whispered into her ear. "You're mine now mom. I'm going to fuck you whenever I want; I'm going to tell you what to wear, and whenever dad is out of town I'm going to sleep in your bed. Do you understand?" Eric felt his mother's head nodding in agreement. Diane couldn't believe what was happening. Not only was her son fucking her, again, but he was telling her that she belonged to him now. The thought of being owned and losing all control did something to her and she felt another orgasm wash over her as her son's cock still throbbed inside of her. After several minutes passed Eric stood back up and turned his mother around. She looked like a mess. Her hair was all over, her dress was ripped, and she was sweating and panting. "Clean me up." He said as he looked down at his cock. His mother dutifully knelt onto the floor and took her son's cock into her mouth licking their combined juices off of him. When she finished she stood up only to be told to put on a nightie and get into bed. Diane felt her son's cum dripping down her leg as she went into her closet to put on her lingerie. Moments later she reemerged wearing a see through pink babydoll that ended just below her dripping pussy. Eric was already in bed and motioned for her to join him. Diane pulled back the covers and looked down at her sweating naked son briefly before slipping into her bed beside him. She rolled over and took him in her arms as they both drifted off to sleep. Valentine's Day Special thanks for Maria, without whom my grammar would be a complete disaster. ******************************************** It was Valentine's Day. I hated Valentine's Day. Well, the celebration's not a problem, but like every woman I love it when somebody cares about me. It's great when I'm being pampered, when they're kind to me and there's some romance in the air... especially when someone is trying to seduce me in a charming way. However, nowadays this 'festival' isn't about that any more; it's just a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates or - if you're lucky - dinner in an expensive restaurant. But these aren't really all that enchanting either. The problem is that during this ritual, women never get to hear those simple words: 'I love you.' So because of this, I get up feeling sad on the 14th February. In my heart I've always wanted the one who feels I'm important to him to surprise me with something that makes me smile for the rest of the year. But while I'm waiting for this to happen, I suppose I can expect to be welcomed by a bouquet of roses when I arrived home from work that day... and maybe even a card in the shape of a little heart with three special words on it. Only one thing could be worse, a message saying: 'I will be home late tonight, so be happy with this'. Given my current boyfriend, that sentence described our relationship. Yes, he does love me, but at times I wondered if we were together just because we'd fallen into a routine. Sometimes, I also question whether our relationship s just for him to boast to his friends that he was fucking a bombshell? Jani was a fashion photographer who was always surrounded by girls in bikinis. And he was often asked to take photos for famous men's magazines. So he had plenty of opportunities to see under their skimpy outfits. I could find reasons to be jealous if I wanted to; but if I showed the slightest sign of envy he would hug and kiss me...assuring me that I was the only one for him and he'd never break up with me because of anyone else. I guess I believed him. He said he didn't want to fuck a blonde little bimbo who wasn't that far out of her childhood. I could have taken this as an insult because I'm only a couple of years older than his models. On the other hand, I might be angry because he thought I was only a good fuck, and nothing else. But I eventually convinced myself neither was true... it was only my mind playing tricks Jani's models were aged between 19 and 21, and I wasn't much older at 23. But just the opposite to them I have wavy brown hair which falls just under my shoulders and a healthy, slim and curvy body. To most men, I was the polar opposite of an anorexic blonde. Yet I would never complain about some of the models because a few of them were gorgeous even from a woman's point of view... especially one of them. She was on the thin side and blonde, but at the same time extremely seductive. Even so, Jani was working with these half-naked, chatty and giggling girls around him, and it felt like he was living with them more than me! In these circumstances, and imagining only a bouquet of flowers lying on the dining table in our empty apartment that day...it made me mad. My colleagues could see I wasn't in a very good mood. They didn't know the reason, but probably thought it was because of a boring day in the office. In any case, they did their best to avoid me. So, it was a pleasant surprise when Jani actually phoned me in the middle of the afternoon. He never did this. Most of the time he said he was much too busy at work. He normally looked for my name in his mobile phone's directory when he was in the car ready to come home. And this call wasn't much of an improvement. He sounded bored and irritable. He said briefly that he would finish early and come to pick me up. Rather put off, I had neither the energy nor enthusiasm to chat and ended the call. I found comfort in the fact this damn 'celebration' was on a Friday that year. So I could rest over the weekend and forget all the shit. But Jani didn't help. When he arrived and I jumped in to sit next to him, he just murmured "Hello" or something, and then started the engine. I tried to get to know how his day had been, but discouraged with his one-word answers I gave up. I felt sure that Valentine's Day would end the same way as my others. There was nothing surprising, nothing unexpected happening, nothing new. No... there's nothing different to any other day. It sucked! I even expected the customary bouquet of roses would have been forgotten as well. I was sad because even flowers would have at least made me feel a little happier. After a while I realized that we weren't going our normal way home. As the minutes went by I forgot my annoyance as I was sure we were proceeding in exactly the opposite direction we should be going. I tried to get to know where the hell we were, but Jani just murmured something. He seemed annoyed with me. Finally, I lapsed into silence and decided to let him take me wherever he wanted to. I didn't mind what the destination was. I'd had worse Valentine Day's than this one... if it was at all possible. And surely this was no exception? Around an hour later, we crossed a main road and Jani turned into a side street, and then another before parking in front of an imposing castle hotel. I was shocked. When I looked at him, he couldn't hide his smile anymore. This had all been part of a plan. He'd tricked me, and to the last moment I had no idea what he was up to... but I didn't mind. In just a few minutes, laughing cheerfully, we entered the hotel holding hands. We had talked of how amazingly sullen we'd been. But looking back now, it seems funnier than anything else in the world. We couldn't even finish our sentences without giggling. The hotel was very friendly. After the wintry February weather outside, a warm atmosphere greeted us in the hall. My suspicion of his master plan was confirmed when I saw a spark of recognition in the eyes of the receptionist. She looked at Jani and said politely: "The room is all ready for you, sir." I was astonished when I passed through the door and looked around me...it was a whole apartment! There were rose petals everywhere, and the champagne was on the table in a bucket of ice. Soft music from well-hidden speakers flowed through the room; it was simply amazing. Jani smiled and excused himself to visit the bathroom. He said jokingly that he had to fix his make-up. I just giggled.... then felt a bit guilty. How could I have ever been pissed off with him? The ambience of the apartment overwhelmed me and I didn't notice how quickly the minutes passed by until Jani returned. When I turned to greet him he took my breath away and my heart skipped a beat. The man who stood there in front of me was transformed. This was the real man with whom I'd fallen in love a long time ago. Gone were the usual jeans and T-shirt with worn-out running shoes and uncombed hair. Now he looked the same as... Oh my God, how long ago was it when we first met at that dinner? He wore a shining white shirt with a low-key, dark tie and an expensive suit with smart casual shoes. The stubble on his chin which always aggravated my skin had disappeared, and a sprinkle of after-shave and hair-cream made him glow. Before I could speak there was a knock on the door. "Room service!" someone called. "Come in," Jani answered, and a waiter brought in a candlelit dinner. If I had been lost for words earlier, now I almost swooned. I barely heard Jani tell the waiter we wouldn't need anything more that evening. The dinner was fabulous. Initially, we were able to control ourselves and giggled over old stories, but as time went on our feelings just ran away with us. We fed dessert intimately to each other with our little spoons. And when I asked Jani to pass me a napkin to remove whipped cream off me, he said he had a better idea. I looked at him with questioning eyes, but he just smiled... leaned closer and began to lick the cream off my face. I laughed loudly util his lips covered mine and his tongue danced deep into my mouth. Our bodies stretched towards each other, and our hands began slowly discovering familiar places. It was a cold winter's night outside, but the thin shirt stuck to Jani's sweaty skin. His hand went under my top and carefully caressed my back before it went down to my butt. I chuckled as he kissed me, helping him take off his suit. He let me go for a moment to get rid of his tie. He always hated ties but wore it especially for me knowing how much I loved him to look so smart and handsome. But now, with his tie cast across the room I began to caress his hairy chest as our lips met again. Jani nearly tore my T-shirt off. I laughed as he lifted me up, pushed his face between my breasts and carried me to the king-sized bed. He laid me down, and more gentle than ever before he covered my body with kisses. He was never known for his patience... but now he played with me as a cat does with a mouse. He didn't rush anything, and it felt so wonderful. I closed my eyes and gasped as he pulled off my jeans and caressed my wet pussy through my panties with his tongue. I'd never felt like this. Jani hadn't even taken my panties off yet and I was ready to come! It was so unlike him... he'd never done this to me before. As the sheer pleasure of it all ran through my body I suddenly heard the sound of knocking above the soft music. I sat up. Who could this son-of-a-bitch be now? Jani had told the waiter we didn't want anything else... and yet, he didn't seem to be surprised. In fact, his smile showed me he was expecting a guest. He gave me a little kiss and whispered in my ear: "I'll be back soon." He was calm despite his disheveled appearance when he went to open the door. There was a half-wall between us, so I didn't see the wide smile on Jani's face as he ushered our meddlesome visitor in. "Who is it Jani?" I called, annoyingly covering myself with a towel. When I stood up I heard a soft, giggling female's voice. I froze for a moment. In the darkness of my brain, a faint light seemed to register... but I couldn't believe it. I stepped out of the shadow with uncertainty. Despite what my foolish brain thought, I just had to see who it was. As I said, Jani was a photographer with many beautiful girls around him every day. But he always re-assured me that he had no desire for any blonde little bitch with eggshell still on her arse. Yet he often joked with me, suggesting we bring one of the girls to our bed. At first, I rejected it outright... not because I was a prude because I'm not. I responded to him with the same answer I'd used with every guy who wanted it before: "I haven't met a girl yet I really want to have sex with." But at this moment that very desirable girl was here in our hotel room! A model whom appeared so often on the cover of the magazine which gave Jani a lot of work. And, of course, he was the one nearly always taking her photos. He used to show me his work, and I have to admit I loved to see her. So much so, I insisted on meeting her, joking to him that she was the girl with whom I'm willing to sleep. We had both laughed over it then, but it wasn't all in jest. To me she was extremely hot. And seeing her now in front of me was much more than a surprise. My body tingled with excitement... she took my breath away. But she seemed so young. Most of our friends said laughingly that there were a couple of erotic models who were years younger than her. And after a pause, they would add... it was still legal! This beauty looked about 18...I couldn't imagine she was older than 20, but as she smiled at me my heart felt like it would leap out of my chest. Her blonde hair was in a long ponytail that reached the middle of her back. Her eyelids were blue, in stark contrast to her pale skin. She was a bit smaller than me, but her stretched T-shirt and excessively small mini skirt showed off her gorgeous slim body. She was thin but definitely not anorexic. She wore high-heeled sandals, deliciously supporting her crowning glory... those amazing long legs which shone in the candlelight, making my imagination run wild. My philosophic male friends say high heels drive them crazy, as a girl's leg muscles stretch to balance their bodies. And because of that their legs look very slim, like the legs of a gazelle. And this brings out the hunter in all men. I always laughed at them but seeing this girl's legs in her high-heels had a huge impact on me. She captivated me so much I couldn't take my eyes off her. "Honey," Jani said, and I winced before I looked at him. "I think you remember, Esti?" I couldn't speak; it was an evil comment. Jani knew exactly what effect Esti had on me. I wouldn't say that I saw her face in front of me on the nights I masturbated. I could even have managed without knowing her name or seeing her smile...but now I was astonished by the lust I felt for her. My knees shook as my eyes caressed every curve of her beautiful body. "Hi," Esti smiled. I thought I would melt because of that smile. I tried to say something, but couldn't utter a word. I didn't need to either, as this blonde goddess stepped in front of me and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue parted my own dry lips, holding me gently until I felt the warmth of her body penetrate my limbs. If I hadn't been so confused I'm sure I would have come... especially after Jani's earlier attention to my pussy. As they said to me later, it hadn't been hard work for Jani to convince Esti to take part in our passionate night together. What was most surprising to me was that she said it wasn't because of Jani, but that she did it just for me. Esti joked that she had so many fans she could have a different guy in her bed every night if she wanted to... men much hotter than Jani. And she could find babes at the fashion shows, but she'd never met such a beautiful and natural girl as me! (Her words not mine). But whether true or false I didn't care because when she kissed me while Jani looked on, I hugged her to me and kissed her back. I could feel Jani's erection pressing against my back, his lips nibbling my ear and neck... and I kissed Esti wildly as her hands stroked my bottom. Esti left my lips to kiss my neck, the valley between my breasts... then my naked stomach. She pulled my panties down to my knees and pushed her face between my thighs... and as soon as her tongue moved inside my pussy, I couldn't help but come. My legs simply collapsed, and only Jani's fast reflexes saved me from falling. He felt the waves of pleasure pulsating through my body as he held me... and after what seemed like an eternity he laid me on the bed. Esti jumped in between my legs smiling... then she lowered her face once more to lick my wet pussy, and my body throbbed with pleasure as her tongue found my juicy clit. Jani sat next to me and smiled, stroking my hair. I gathered enough energy to grab the back of his neck and look into his eyes. "Thank you!" I whispered, then pulled his face to mine and kissed him. Right then, it was all I could give to thank him for the surprise, but later I compensated him a thousand times over. Esti still caressed my pussy with her tongue, while Jani took my bra off and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned, enjoying their soft strokes. I was so immersed in these erotic pleasures that a few minutes later I came a second time. Then Esti decided not to torture me any longer with her masterful tongue. She sat up and just watched Jani sucking my nipples. Aroused by it all, she reached under Jani's stomach and unbuttoned his trousers. He didn't expect this because he let my nipple go and sat up. I understood immediately what they were up to, and as Jani's cock jumped out I took it into my mouth. I enjoyed making him moan the same way he'd made me earlier. During this, Esti gently caressed my back, and then I felt her push her face between the cheeks of my bottom. Soon, her warm tongue was caressing my anus. A shiver ran up my spine, from my butt to my brain. It probably went through to the cock in my mouth as well because Jani, groaning loudly, let loose his juice into my mouth. After this, he collapsed into a chair in the corner and rubbed his cock, gazing at us. Esti seized the opportunity and turned me on to my back. She licked my pulsating pussy again, then covered my stomach and breasts with her kisses, and finally pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our bodies melted together and moved simultaneously for several minutes. I couldn't bear it. I pulled my lips away from hers and tore her clothes off, like the wrapping off a leg of crispy fried chicken... I wanted to devour her. I gaped at her gorgeous breasts, then looked into her seductive eyes and pushed my tongue into her mouth, rubbing her breasts with my eager hands. She caressed my back before moving them down to my anus. I shivered again, but this time I really enjoyed it. I began to caress her remarkably taut belly, and then let my hand wander down to her pussy. I was surprised to notice she didn't wear panties. I thought for a moment about how she had managed to stand the cold outside in such a skimpy outfit...but when she thrust her fingers again at my rosebud and made my whole body tingle, it no longer mattered to me. I caressed her wet pussy and pushed my index finger into her with a sudden movement. Esti moaned loudly. I pulled my finger out and pushed it back just a couple of times before the walls of her tunnel hugged it tightly as her body shook with pleasure. I hadn't imagined it would be good enough to cause an orgasm but it did... and she loved it! She fell back drained after her orgasm and her hand dropped from my buttocks. This was enough for Jani. The view energized him. He stepped up to me and pushed his cock directly into my ass. My scream filled the room, and my eyes filled with tears of joy. Esti caressed my face gently, than put her hands to my waist and pulled my groin to hers. Our pussies moved against each other and our pussy lips throbbed simultaneously. That brought my blood to the boil and I again felt an orgasm shake my body. It was the third time I'd climaxed. I lay stunned next to Esti, gasping and looking up at the ceiling. I couldn't believe that it had happened. I saw Jani at the edge of the bed, smiling as he stared into my face, eyes gleaming. Then I turned to Esti, who was also smiling at me. I reached out to her and gently stroked her face. It wasn't a dream...she was really here. I touched the silky skin of a live, beautiful girl, who wanted to give me so much pleasure. I felt her long neck, her slim shoulders and her unbelievably gorgeous breasts. Finally, I caressed those amazing long legs. Her skin was so soft, and once more I became aroused. Esti seemed to realise my pussy was wet as well because her hand went on a tour. It slipped between my thighs and as her fingers entered my sheath I closed my eyes. Two delicate fingers moved in a slow fucking motion, pushing me closer and closer to yet another orgasm. But just before I could come, she stopped. I gazed into her sparkling blue eyes with a beseeching look, but she just smiled, glancing quickly at Jani. I immediately understood what she meant and turned to the dear man responsible for all this wonderful pleasure. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to me, and as our bodies moved towards each other I reached for his cock, opened my thighs and pressed it into my pussy. We fucked in front of Esti's loving gaze. Our groins coming simultaneously as I enjoyed her staring at us. It was great that she saw us together... our pleasure-filled bodies reaching a perfect and uniformed orgasm. We lay down next to each other, gasping for breath. My weary muscles ached, but I didn't care. There seemed to be a very, very long night ahead of us. Valentine's Day As we arrive, you can't suppress a giggle as you see a big red ribbon hanging across the doorway. I lean across your body, not so subtlety brushing up against your breast and taking in the cologne you have sprayed lightly in your cleavage, to get a pair of scissors from the glove compartment. On my way back up, I pause and put my hands to your face. Looking deeply into your eyes, I simply say, "Happy Valentines Day", and kiss your nose. I pull my face back, look into your eyes again and pull your face to mine. Our lips meet and our lips part. I kiss you only long enough to relay a promise for more later. I jump out of the car and before you have a chance to get out of the car, I run to your side and open the door, just like I used to when we first met. Then I hand you the scissors and stick out the crook of my elbow for you to take. "M'lady, may I escort you to your castle?" You giggle again and take my arm, following me to the door. When we get there, you make a big production in the ribbon cutting ceremony, doing your best Vanna White impression in presenting the scissors and cutting the fabric. Without any warning, I put one arm behind your back and scoop the other under your firm thighs. As I pull your body close to my chest, you let out a shocked scream and nuzzle your face into my neck. I open the door and you get your first look at your domicile for the next three days. You are amazed to see candles flickering and flowers placed strategically throughout the cabin. I see your face question how I got all this set up, but you decide not to ask and just enjoy that it happened. I put you down to explore while I go to get our luggage. Surprisingly, there wasn't a speck of dust in the place, not a hint of stale air. Obviously the place had been taken care of recently. I arrived in the bedroom just seconds after you and threw the luggage on the bed. "Race you to get ready and into the lake." I start puling off my hunter green polo shirt even before you understand the message, so you are well behind me in our race. You pull your light sweater over your shoulders and I pause to enjoy the light jiggle your breasts are doing before remembering our challenge. By this time, you have wriggled from your skirt and have opened your suitcase, looking for your bikini. The frantic exertion make your breasts strain to stay encased within the flimsy lace bra you chose for our trip. Finding your top, you immediately unclasp your bra and give me a peek and your large, firm, unfettered breasts until you were able to put on your tiny flower print top. By this time, I have my jeans off and decide to distract you. I pull off my boxers and you hear an audible slap and my hard cock springs up and hits my hard stomach. I proceed to look through my luggage to find my suit, leaving my cock out, bobbing in time with my efforts to find a cover for it. It's obvious that my "throw everything in the suitcase and I'll sort it out later" packing method is not as efficient as your meticulous "put everything in it's place" method, as you find your bottoms much faster than I do mine. You pull of your panties and pull on your bikini bottoms and rush for the door just as I spy my trunks. I decided that since there wouldn't be anyone near the lake at this time, I am going to catch you one way or another. I tear off after you with my trunks in my hand and run past you, bare assed nekkid, to claim the victory. You stop in stunned silence. Finally, you scream, "Oh, My Gawd, Sean! What the hell are you doing?!?" I bob on one foot in the cold, chest high water, trying to put on my trunks. "Hey, I won, didn't I?" I finish pulling on my shorts and come out of the water, putting on my best monster face and begin to stalk my prey. Getting the hint, you scream your best melodramatic scream and begin to run in slow motion. Finding a convenient rock, you "trip" and fall gently to the ground just as I get to you. I pull you up to your feet and throw you over my shoulder. You play the helpless victim until I begin to wade into the lake. The frigid water touched your toes and you decide getting wet is just not in your best interest right now. You begin to struggle against me, trying to climb up my body as I make my inexorable trek deeper into the water. I stop as you sit on top of my shoulders, shivering, as water soaks into your swim suit bottom. I turn around, much to your relief, and begin to walk back to shore. "Thank you, Sean. That water was just too…" Suddenly I threw myself back into the water, completely immersing you in the icy depths. Your face barely emerges from the water before you release a string of curses more playful than serious. As you stand, I notice some very obvious effects the cold water has had on your anatomy. You top is slightly askew, but could not expose your breast completely because the edge of the material was caught on your very hard nipple. You jump up as high as you can, trying to get some leverage to dunk my head into the water. Your futile attempt only brings your quivering breasts to my face. I grab your body and pull you close to me while you continue to try to get me underwater. I voluntarily lower myself slowly, but I begin to nuzzle the treats nature has given you. I completely submerge myself without putting your face in the water. Holding my breath, I use my lips to move your top over enough to bring out your fully extended nipple. I pull your body to me even closer and begin my ministrations on your body. I once again stand and begin to walk towards the shore. Lost in the moment, you don't realize that your breast is only covered by mouth for the trip back to shore. As we arrive on dry land, I put you down and kiss your mouth. Now you realize we are still outside and push me back so you can straighten your suit. "Sean, you are too much. I can't believe you let me stand here with my tit hanging out like that." "Baby, there is NO ONE here but us. C'mon. Let's sit on the deck." We get to the deck and towel ourselves off. Just as you begin to warm up, you begin to wonder how those towels got on the deck. You look around quickly, but decide this is another mystery. I pull you down to the chair swing close to me. Putting my arm around you, I start to whisper how your body is affecting me. The sun is beginning to set over the lake and you realize you are hearing mood music softly in the background. "What the hell?" You think, "I am on vacation." My mouth meets your ear and I begin to kiss it softly. My hand travels to your face and I start to stroke it softly. "mmmmmmm" you moan and my mouth travels down to your neck. I grab your shoulder and turn you slightly so I can really get to your neck. The water has not washed away the scent of your cologne. The taste of your flesh and the smell of your welling excitement combined with that cologne spur me on to pleasure you more. My teeth nip at the juncture of your neck and collarbone. My hands travel down your rib cage. My lips move to your voice box as you tilt your head back. My short fingernails find your nearly fully exposed back and lightly begin to scratch up and down. My mouth goes to your chin. My hands unclasp your top. As my lips touch yours, my hands free your breasts from your bikini without so much as a whimper of protest from you. At this point, the only whimpers you are making are from the feel of my body on yours. Our kiss becomes more intimate. Our tongues dance as if choreographed in our mouths. My hands move to your hair and I pull your mouth even closer to mine. I kneel in front of you on the swing without stopping the kiss. You move to the very edge of the swing so your breasts can touch my chest. The soft hair tickles your nipples as you continue to press your lips to mine. I break off the kiss after minutes of just kissing and holding. When I do, my mouth kisses back down your neck and to your breasts. I lick and kiss all around your nipples without touching them. You move your breasts in an effort to get my mouth onto your nipples, but I am able to dodge your hard points and continue to kiss and lick around them. My hands massage your back from your neck to the crack of your ass. My hips tickle your sensitive inner thighs. I continue this until finally I capture your nipple in my mouth and tongue the very tip. Your hands grip the back of my head and pull me closer. With my mouth firmly enclosing your nipple, my tongue dances around and around. Tantalizing you. My hand finds the juncture of your thighs and breach the frail covering that offers protection from prying eyes. Your pussy is virtually soaked with passion. Your hips jut forward in an effort to meet my invading fingers. I rub your slit up and down and rest two fingers on your clit as I take your other nipple into my mouth. I pull my fingers from paradise and rub your juice to your nipple before returning my mouth to your breast. Having just a taste of you is just impossible. I must drink from the fountain. I pull your skimpy bottoms from your hips and lick the smooth, shaved skin just above your clit. Your juice has traveled up this far, fueling my appetite even further. I pull you even further forward and you lean back to give me more access to your heavenly pussy. I playfully lick the outer lips, spreading them with just my tongue. Your legs move into the air, and I assume you are holding your ankles. As you do, your pussy lips spread gloriously. My tongue moves forward and penetrates your wet hole. In and out. You feel my mustache tickle your clit as I tongue fuck you. Your stifled sighs become more and more pronounced. My hands run up and down the backs of your thighs and my lips encircle your clit. Sucking and humming, licking and nibbling, my mouth is driving you so close to orgasm. You begin to bite your bottom lip in an effort to fend off the impending cum. When that doesn't work, you bite your finger. That works for a few minutes and you congratulate yourself on your control. Just then, I pull your hood from your clit and flick my tongue wildly against it. Just then the floodgates open and you begin to cum hard. Your hips buck wildly and just as you reach to grab the back of my head, my face is gone from your pussy. Within seconds, I have my trunks down and my cock at the entrance of your pussy. My initial thrust meets absolutely no resistance and I growl, "Play with your clit!" Your hand descends to your clit quickly as you continue to cum. My hips ram forcefully into the backs of your thighs and your ass. Faster and faster, harder and harder, my cock penetrates the innermost depths of your pussy. You can tell from my breathing, I will not last long at this pace, but it feels so good, you can't ask me to stop. Instead of multiple orgasms, you experience an orgasm that doesn't seem to end. Waves of lust ripple over your body as my cock repeatedly violates your slit. My hips start moving erratically and I grab your thighs. I plunge in as far as possible and stay there, quivering. The feeling of jets of my cum flooding your pussy puts the exclamation point on this wonderful orgasm you are experiencing. We catch our breath in each other's arms and you reach for another, dry towel. "What the hell? Where did THIS one come from? There was only two towels here earlier." Do you really want to know? You have to tell me if you like this story and want me to continue it. Valentines Day My wife Leann and I had recently spent our anniversary with our friends Mike & Sarah (see Anniversary Poker). With that experience under our collective belt, my wife started becoming more & more outspoken and daring in our marriage. She used to hesitate when she saw someone good-looking, now she would (sometimes) whistle at him (or her). I always knew she was highly erotic, but until now did not know how to extricate that from her. Around February of the year following our first story, in fact it was Valentines' day, Leann told me we had a dinner date with her law partner, Riana and Riana's husband, Jed. I had met Riana once before at Leann's office's Christmas party, but I had never met Jed. Riana was brunette, fairly pretty with creamy brown skin, but also a bit plump. My guess would be 5-5 and 180. Jed was described to me as my twin. I'm 5-8 and 180, with auburn hair and a goatee; Jed had a moustache. Leann had spent the last several months studying poker via "The World Series of Poker" from television and thought herself an expert now. She and I had played several times over the course of the last few months, and even I will admit she has gotten better (bettor? Pun intended.) Valentine's Day rolled around and Leann and I went to pick-up Riana & Jed. As Jed opened the front door, he and I just stared at each other -- it was like looking into a mirror. If I shaved my goatee -- no one would have been able to tell us apart, with the possible exception of our respective wives. "Wow," we both exclaimed in unison. "You look like me." Leann giggled. We were even dressed similarly with blue jeans, a navy blue dress shirt and dark sneakers. Riana arrived at that moment and said, "I told you - you two look alike." If my mother told me she gave my twin away for adoption, here he was. After a few pleasantries, the four of us took a taxi to the restaurant. We had a wonderful dinner and quite a few drinks and then returned to Riana and Jed's house. As we entered the living room, Riana went to the bar in the corner and made more drinks for everyone. Both Jed & I had Bacardi & Coke's. "Now I understand you and Leann play poker," Riana said as the ice tinkled in the glasses. "Jed has finally agreed to teach me." This comment suggested to me that my wife spilled the beans to Riana concerning our last poker party. She must have 'read' the look on my face, because she then added, "Jed & I have been talking about tonight and want to play. "How about we play for nickel ante?" she continued. "Sure," my wife & I said in unison. Riana said, "We have a game room in the basement -- or we can play here around the coffee table." "The game room is probably more comfortable," Jed said. "Let's go to the game room," my wife decided. We carried our drinks and went down to the basement game room. They led us to a room which could only be described as "THE GAME ROOM" -- it had a pool table, an air hockey table, a poker table, a ping pong table, a dart board, a sofa, several chairs, a 42" plasma TV (or LCD I can't tell them apart) and a several other toys as well. "Wow," I exclaimed. "This is Awesome!" "Yeah," Jed said, "I love games of all sorts. So when we built this house, we ordered an extra large basement." We sat around the octagonal poker table as Riana produced four rolls of nickels and handed one to each player. "Let's start with five card draw," Jed said as he produced a deck of cards and started shuffling. He deftly dealt all five cards. His dark haired wife tossed her nickel into the pot and cheerfully said, "Ante up everyone!" We all threw-in and picked-up our hands. After some tentative betting, raising and bluffing, Leann was down to twenty cents. "What happens when we run out of nickels?" she asked. "Then you get another roll for a piece of clothing," Riana said, so matter of factly, that no one dissented, which told me that my devious wife and her equally devious law partner had planned this before-hand. "How do you keep track of the bet?" Leann asked. "If you go past zero and keep betting, you drag your bet from the pot to the side -- like this." Jed dragged a nickel from the pot and placed it aside. "If you bet a nickel over what you have, you put one aside." "I'll bet 25." Leann said as she threw her nickels in and dragged one aside. Naturally my wife was the first to bet a piece of clothing, and naturally the first to lose one. She casually removed her shoes and tossed them to Riana. "One roll please," she said. Riana handed a new roll of nickels to Leann who opened them, removed one and tossed it to Jed (he had won that hand.) "Thank you," Jed said. "You're not welcome." Leann said; she had had an eight high straight, and lost to his nine high. "What happens when someone's naked?" Riana asked. "Well last time," Leann explained, "we did dares." "That sounds scary," Riana said, "what's the limit?" "No one has to do anything that person is not comfortable doing," Leann continued. "We started doing dares when the first person was down to one piece of clothing." "Yeah -- you!" I added. Riana and Jed Chuckled while Leann said, "I never said it wasn't me." "What kind of dares?" Jed said. "Mostly tame stuff like, kiss the person to your left," I told Jed, "fondle the one to your right. Things like that." Jed was sitting to my left which caused him to say, "Hope that doesn't happen." Riana said, "Let's play." So I quickly dealt the next hand. After several more rounds, Riana had lost her shoes & stockings, Jed his shoes and socks, and Leann her stockings, while I had yet to lose anything. "When do you guys need to get your kid?" Jed asked. "He's staying with Leann's parents for the weekend, why?" I asked. "This is taking too long, let's drop the nickels," Jed suggested. "You're so impatient dear," Riana said. "It's all right with me," Leann added. "Me too," I added. "Okay, I'm outvoted. Let's toss the nickels," Riana said as she scooped all the nickels into a big jar. From then the card game went fairly fast. I was down shoes, Riana just lost her blouse, my wife was down to her bra and panties, and Jed had just lost his shirt. "Let's try a different game," Riana said. "What do you suggest, hon?" Jed asked. "There are several games here -- let's do air hockey." "Air hockey is only for 2, how about darts?" Jed replied. "How would that work?" Leann asked. "Well -- the person closest to the center wins. The person to be the furthest loses a piece of clothing." Jed explained. "Let's add another facet to this," Leann said, "if someone hits the bulls-eye, everyone else loses a piece." "Good idea Leann," Jed said. That should have alerted me, but I guess I had had too much to drink. Later, two weeks later, I discovered that Jed & Riana were champion dart players at their local pub. "You go first," Jed said as he handed a dart to my lovely wife. She promptly threw the dart into the wall above the dartboard. "That will probably be the furthest away dear," I said with a grimace. Riana went next and stuck her dart into the 10, about an inch from center. Then Jed went and hit just inside his wife's dart. I looked into my wife's blue eyes and said, "You owe me," and shot my dart about 4 feet above hers. "Let's have those socks," Riana said with a gleam in her chocolate colored eyes. I removed my socks and tossed them aside. "Thank you dear," my darling wife said. "Next round," Jed said as he retrieved the darts and handed one to everyone. Riana went first this time and hit the 10 again about an inch from center. I went next and hit the black bulls-eye. "Yeah!" Leann said. "Good shot sweetheart." Jed stepped to the line and just as he was releasing his dart, my wife blew into his ear, causing his shot to miss the board and stick into the wall. "That's a foul!" Riana cried. "You can't so that!" "It's all right dear," Jed said, "I'll get even." "Ooooh -- that sounds ominous," my wife said -- her words dripping with sarcasm. Then she quickly released her dart as it struck the board at the triple 20. "Damn good shot Leann," Riana said. "I wasn't even looking," Leann admitted. "I just didn't want Jed to have a chance to get even." "Looks like my bulls-eye and Jed losing causes him to get naked," I gloated. "Everyone I want your clothes." My wife patiently waited while Riana swiftly removed her skirt -- revealing the matching panties to her red silk bra. Even though she was a little overweight, she looked damn good in her underwear. Then she waited until everyone was watching her, and slowly unbuckled her front placed clasp and pulled the cups slowly outward until her pert little brown nipples were revealed. "Your turn Jed," I said. He hesitated, "didn't we say we would do dares before we lost our last piece of clothes?" "Not really," Leann said, "we only said we did dares the last time we played. We never mentioned them for this game." "Let's give him a break," I said, "lose the pants -- and you can take a dare." "Who gives the dare?" Riana asked. "Last time it was the winner of the hand. But we can change it," I said. "All right," Jed said, "what's the dare?" "First -- your pants please," I said firmly. He slowly unbuckled his belt and slid it through all the loops in one swift movement. This caused his pants to slip down to his knees. He was wearing red silk boxers that matched his wife's undies; and since there was an obvious ridge down the left side everyone could tell he was partially aroused. "Okay -- Steve -- what's my dare?" I hadn't thought about it so I said the first thing that occurred to me, "how about 10 push-ups?" "Ooooh...," Leann said sarcastically, "how daring." "We need to build the tension," I retorted although I was slightly embarrassed by my choice. Jed complied without any complaints and quickly finished his task with both women staring at him. After returning to the line, Riana handed everyone a dart. I stepped to the line and threw my dart into the double 15 spot. Then Jed shot and hit the bull's-eye. "YES!" Jed exclaimed and high fived Riana. Then Riana stepped to the line and she also hit the bull's-eye. "Hot Damn!" she said, "lots of clothes this round!" Leann then stepped to the line and as she was aiming her shot, Jed hooked his thumb under Leann's bra and undid the clasp with his right index finger. As she reached for her bra, she released her dart. Her dart stuck into Jed's dart. There was a stunned silence for a few seconds, Leann desperately holding her bra in place, the rest of us gaping at her shot, and then all four of us started laughing. "Let's see -- that's 3 bull's-eyes and you lose Steve," Riana said. "You're the math wiz, Jed. Who loses what?" "Well, Steve loses 4 pieces since he was the furthest and we three hit the bull's-eye, so we three tie." Jed went further. "Since Leann did something I've never seen before, we should give her the win." "That sounds fair to me," Riana said to everyone. "Any objections?" "Wait a minute!" I said. "My calculation is I lose 4 and everyone else loses 3." "Oh, that's right," Jed said. "Leann's rule was if someone hits a bull's-eye, everyone else loses a piece of clothing. DAMN! We all get naked." "Or, if someone doesn't want to get naked yet, everyone gets 1 dare except Steve -- he would get 2," Riana explained. "I would not get a dare," Leann said. "I sort of have my bra on." And she proceeded to drop the garment. "That's my piece, so I don't need to do a dare." Her pink nipples stood out defiantly. "Since I won, I get to dare everyone else." With that statement she walked over to Riana and whispered something in her ear. She then went over to Jed, and whispered something in his ear. When my turn came around, she said, "Everyone loses their underpants and one of us has to put on a blindfold and play guess your spouse." "Who has to wear the blindfold?" I asked. "You dear," Leann said. "And how am I supposed to guess?" Leann looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "We'll blindfold you, tie your hands behind your back, and you have to guess who is touching you." "Touching me? How will they be touching me?" "However they want to." Leann said. Knowing my devious wife -- this should have scared the crap out of me. But, as I thought about it, I realized how much she has done for me for these two "games." Not only have I seen Sarah naked and felt her wonderful charms, I have now seen most of Riana. So I felt I owed her when I agreed to her dare. "Okay, I'm in. What's my prize if I guess correctly? What's my penalty if I'm wrong?" "Just a moment darling," Leann said and huddled with the other conspirators. After a whispered conversation amongst my "enemies," they reached a consensus. "Your prize for being correct will be you can give everyone here a task to perform. Guess wrong and you must perform a task from each of us," Riana explained. "That's some pretty steep odds," I remarked, "but I'm game." So as my darling wife counted to three, we all dropped our drawers and stood staring at everyone's nudity. Riana shaved her pubic hair into the infamous landing strip, while my wife surprised me by being totally clean shaven. Then I saw the first significant difference between Jed and myself; he was not circumcised, while I was. I knew my wife had never seen an uncircumcised cock, until now. I noticed that my wife was looking at it. I could not determine what my wife was thinking at that point. Riana then produced a tea towel which they used to blindfold me and a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs which they used to shackle my arms behind me. "Are you all right Steve?" my wife asked. "We'll go one at a time and real slow." The first person licked my right nipple slow and tenderly, while rubbing my right thigh. The second person did the same but to my left nipple and thigh. As I was enjoying the aftereffects of these sensations, a third person did the right again! "Wait!!! No one told me Jed was going to be involved!" "We said you had to guess your spouse," Leann said. "We never said guess the gender." I told you she was devious. "Well," I said. "Since I was only expecting two people, I'll need to have another run." "That sounds fair," Jed said. "Let's do that again." So I anxiously awaited the three of them to take turns again. The first one licked my left nipple and casually rubbed my thigh. The second person went to the right side. Then the third one repeated on my left side. This attention I was receiving was driving me wild. My cock felt like it was about to burst. I was enjoying the sensations and also dreading the fact that Jed was involved that I could not decipher who was doing what to me. "Okay Steve, who went first, second, and last?" Riana asked with the hint of laughter in her voice. As I stood there my wife's words echoed in my memory. "This is easy -- I guess my spouse touched me." "No dear," Leann said. "That's not what I meant when I said guess your spouse and you win. I meant guess which person touching you is your spouse and you win. Just guess who is touching you in order & you win." As I stood there blindfolded, they stepped away from me and had a feverish whispered conversation. The only word I made out was 'all'. "Okay," Leann said. "We are going to do this once more. Guess the correct person touching you -- and you win." In one concerted effort, I was licked on my right and left nipple, my right and left thigh were stroked and I felt someone's hand gently caressing my back. This attention both excited me and frustrated me. I knew with some certainty that Jed was involved in the touching. But from which angle -- I had no clue. "Let's see..." I said and pause for dramatic effect. "He's stalling," Riana said ... from my right side. After a dramatic pause, I said, "Riana was on my right, Jed on my left and my wife caressed my back." "DAMN!" Jed said. "How did he do that?" To be honest, if Riana had not said anything, I never would have known. Instead I said, "I'm psychic." Then I realized Jed had sucked my left nipple. I have never had any desire to be with another guy, touch another guy, or be touched by another guy. This however was ... different. I was being touched by two hot women and one guy who looked so much like me ... "Was I right?" I asked. As she removed my blindfold, Leann said, "yes dear. You win. What is your task, O Master." As she said this with more than a little sarcasm, she dropped into a cute little curtsy that allowed me to see the top of her head, while her tits pointed to the floor. God she looked so hot doing that. "My task for the three of you is simple: Make me cum. But first put the blindfold back on." As they reinstated my blindfold, I heard both girls giggle. They also "forgot" to remove the fuzzy pink handcuffs. Within a minute someone was sucking on my cock -- expertly sucking. I could hear sounds of love making, but could not visualize what was happening. After a time, I shifted my head to loosen the blindfold. When it slipped far enough for me to see past it, the sight that met me made me come immediately into Riana's hot mouth. As I spent myself, her husband came into her pussy, while my wife licked both Riana's pussy with Jed's cock. As Jed and I stood helpless (?), Riana and Leann started to sixty-nine. As I observed these two hot women going at it, I realized this was not the first time they had been together. After several minutes of watching the wives, they apparently were satisfied and stood up in front of their respective husbands. "Happy Valentine's Day, honey," they each said in unison. I knew this was not the last the four of us would have this much fun. Valentine's Day, 1945 For me, Valentines Day holds neither goodwill nor romantic sentiment. The Hallmark Holiday will always be the anniversary of the loss of my first and only love: the city of Dresden, which I once called home. All these years later, I still remember the traumatic event with crystal clarity. The year was 1945, the month February, late in the Second World War. The European conflict was so advanced that the real soldiers were already dead and buried: only old men and young boys like myself remained. As a newly minted sixteen-year-old soldier, I had recently taken up arms to defend my hometown, Dresden, located on the western border of Germany. However, there was absolutely no defense that could guard against the coming assault. This year, the Eve of Valentine's Day fell on Fat Tuesday, which gave everyone in Dresden a much-needed excuse to celebrate. You see, the war had not been going well for Germany. Near the end of 1944, we had been forced into a steady retreat from both the eastern and the western fronts. My family, like many others, had scraped together their meager wartime rations to prepare the traditional pre-Lent feast of pancakes, which would be potato by necessity, since they were the only staple left at this stage of the conflict. I was disappointed that I would be unable to sup with them, since I had been scheduled for guard duty that day. Had I known it would be my last chance to share a meal with my family, I would have hastily left my post, but as things were, my small guard unit and I ate a celebratory early meal: passing around a rare summer sausage that had come with our rations to help us celebrate this special day. As British bombers winged their way toward us, the old men unknowingly swapped stories amicably as the boys listened with eager, young ears. One sixty something soldier told us, rather graphically, exactly how he planned to distract himself from the coming fast by partaking of his new wife instead, a woman who'd already lost her first husband to the war. Once the sausage came around to him again, he punctuated his story with some bawdy choreography to drive home his point. Another overly seasoned veteran told us the details of his plan to celebrate with a local brothel woman. Becoming a soldier had thus far been an education in worldliness: before being drafted, I had been a sheltered Catholic schoolboy, but now, according to the Third Reich, I was a man. Stimulated by their tales of the coming conquests, I had both the knowledge and desire to follow-through on what would be my first time with a woman. As a Catholic, I thought I understood the arrangement I had with God: I'd screw up and apologize later. At least that was how it had always worked before. With the day of absolution to follow, tonight seemed the perfect time to first taste the forbidden fruit of a woman's touch. Just after dusk but before the blackout rendered sight impossible, I weaved my way through the silent streets to seek out the company of a woman of the night, sucking down the cold February air in anticipation. The bar turned whorehouse was located in the no-man's-land between town and the suburbs. It was quite a trek, but I was thankful it was so far from my home that there was little or no chance that I'd bump into any neighborhood acquaintances. I'd actually been to this place several times with my soldier mates, though I only drank timidly as I watched my friends pair-up with foreigner women and disappeared upstairs. According to Nazi sentiment, Jewish women were unfit for breeding stock, yet paradoxically sufficient to meet the carnal needs of lonely soldiers. Brainwashed by propaganda, I believed that these Jewish women existed for my enjoyment, and were no better than loose gypsy women. Upon entering the bar, the stale smell of body odor and alcohol washed over me, enveloping me in a net that I couldn't escape, even if I'd wanted to. Further entangling myself, I took a vacant table and signaled the serving girl for a drink. I quickly drained the first beer to fortify my failing courage and scanned the room for the particular woman I had in mind. I caught sight of her just she descended the stairs; she was saying her goodbyes to her last paramour. My heart pounded within my chest, so I continued to sit alone, drinking more and more to help screw up the courage to talk to her. The enterprising owner of this establishment named her Hedy, due to her striking resemblance of Hedy Lamarr, the Austrian born actress and pin-up model. However, the boys in my unit just called her "the Jewess." With wavy raven locks and pouty lips it didn't much matter that she Jewish, nor that she was twenty years older than the rest of the women in this establishment. In fact, her experience was somewhat of a conversation point, being famously good for first-timers like myself. Just as I started to raise my hand to call her over, the air raid siren blared loudly outside, barely audible over din of the bar. The barkeep quieted the patrons down and then turned up the radio. Everyone listened in earnest, intent on the coming message. The announcer revealed that the recently sighted Allied planes were projected to attack Leipzig, a city of more strategic importance than Dresden. We all breathed a sigh of relief and told ourselves that there was no reason the Allies would bomb Dresden: it was a civilian town, with no refineries or military factories of any kind. We couldn't have been more wrong. This feeling in the pit of my stomach told me it was now or never, so I caught Hedy's eye and motioned her over. She looked me up and down, somewhat skeptically, clearly wondering about my age. After a time, when it was clear I was completely tongue-tied, she finally spoke the first words in practiced German. "Boy, aren't you a little young for this? Shouldn't you hurry home to your mother?" the woman who was old enough to fill that position chidingly asked. "I'm old enough to be a soldier and go where I please," I boasted a little too loudly, after I finally found my voice. "I stand corrected, officer. Then what's your pleasure this evening?" She said upon sitting down. As a lowly private, I blushed at the promotion she had given me. "You," I said pointedly, blushing even more. Hedy was experienced enough to know when the conversation was over; she took my hand silently and led me upstairs, like a bull to the slaughter. Once behind closed doors, I curiously looked around her sparsely decorated space. It contained the basic accouterments that a woman of her profession would need: a large bed and dresser, along with mirrors, jewelry, makeup, a hairbrush, and several pictures of men that must have taken a particular shine to her. She began to disrobe and commanded me to do likewise. Used to taking orders, I took off my clothes absent-mindedly and gave up examining the room in favor of admiring her glorious body. "First time with a woman?" She asked, reading the answer in the wonder on my face. "Well, take it all in, sweetheart." Her breasts hung perfectly from her chest, in ideal proportion with her curvaceous hips. As she turned a slow pirouette, I admired her backside: ample buttocks perfectly connected the small of her back to a set of shapely legs. The only flaw I noticed was a numbered tattoo on her arm, indicating that she had spent some time in the German concentration camps. However, some fat is too good for the fire, which is likely what spared this woman from death. It struck me that had she not been so stunning, she would already be free since Auschwitz had been captured by Allied forces only weeks before. Once I finished admiring her, my small soldier stood at full attention. As if this was what she was waiting for, she helped me into one of the tough prophylactics that came standard issue with my rifle and uniform. Sitting down on the bed, she pulled my hips toward her. While I stood, she guided my hands across the rolling landscape of her flesh, showing this teenage boy how a man should touch a woman. I swelled even more, as if with pride, at being with such beauty. In a matter of minutes that felt like eternity, she lay backwards, pulling me on top of her, guiding me inside. Though I was painfully aroused, the thick prophylactic spared me from immediate release. As a teenage boy with raging hormones, I felt the reproductive urge to push at a furious rate against her yielding crevice. Even with the oppressor astride her, she was in control, pressing back against my hips to allow only a slow, grinding assault. To slow myself in this war of attrition, I counted how many times I plumbed the depths of her womanhood. Five...Ten...Fifteen...Twenty At twenty-five, her breath started to quicken, but I purposefully continued to draw mine in a measured fashion. As if matching the change in her, the mood downstairs could be heard to shift with the sound of moving chairs and shuffling feet. I wondered what new information had just come about the path of the Allied planes. She only seemed to notice my distraction. Pulling my pelvis higher, she bent what had been iron fast only moments before. Churning against her at a nearly ninety-degree angle, I continued to count. Around fifty repetitions, she began to moan. These were not the shallow moans of an accomplished actress, but rather the resonating, lusty lowing that welled up from deep inside her. Now filling her completely, she changed the direction of her force, pulling me toward her, helping me fight the audible friction that resisted, yet paradoxically enabled, our mutual desire. I was so engrossed in the sights and sounds of this symphony of sex that I lost count completely. In due course, there were fireworks: more accurately, explosions. When they sounded again, I recognized the booming tone of Dresden's anti-aircraft guns. I stopped for a moment, the fear and uncertainty of the moment undoing the arousal of nearly a quarter of an hour. "Don't stop," she commanded between moans, gasping before she attempted a grasping explanation: "it's just drilling." Even as she was losing control of herself, she hadn't lost her hold on me. With the regular discharge of anti-aircraft guns acting as my metronome, I worked with military precision. In short time, the heat of our encounter reached a level that only spontaneous combustion could follow. Just as her chorus of moans reached an unprecedented level, I exploded inside her. The instant afterward, an even more powerful explosion rocked the room. The trinkets and picture frames on her dresser rattled loudly. We both paused, petrified, waiting for another explosion that might as well be the judgment of God. Miraculously, it never came. Wrapped in our sinful embrace at the edge of the city, we had somehow been spared. Now looking out the window, the afterglow of our coupling was overshadowed by the burning brightness of downtown Dresden. The Allies had bombed Dresden. Utter destruction and ubiquitous flame assured me that I was the last surviving member of my family. For the moment, however, my survival instincts held back a grief to deep for words. We hurriedly dressed and ran downstairs. The bar had already cleared out, with people seeking shelter should more bombing follow the initial onslaught. When we stepped outside to do likewise, I expected the cold February air to be a shock after the heat of our encounter, but the temperature was measurably higher due to the radiant energy blazing at the center of our once fair city. If I was uncertain who was in charge before, there was no doubt now. I was barely able to hold it together, but Hedy took control, along with my hand, and led me to the shelter of a well-stocked cellar in a darkened house nearby. She informed me that this was a safe house arranged by Jewish sympathizers, the owners of which were known to be vacationing in Switzerland. Once we were safe, I collapsed completely, both physically and emotionally. I sobbed uncontrollably at the loss of my family while Hedy cooed consolations, sharing how she too had lost her entire family to the war. I drifted off to sleep listening to the sound of her reassuring voice that kept repeating the same message over and over: I was not alone. A few hours later, however, I awoke to the sound of distant bombing to find myself cold and alone. Hedy had disappeared, which I couldn't hold against her; it seemed only natural for a Jewish whore to have no love lost over a Nazi soldier such as myself. However, much to my surprise, she soon reappeared at the cellar door. "When I thought it was safe, I went back for my papers," she explained the purpose of her absence, "but the has bombing started again. Don't worry though; it's on the other side of the city," she reassured me, lying down next to me. Her elevated body temperature warmed me against the cool of the cellar floor. Now trusting her completely, I closed my eyes while she sang a Yiddish lullaby softly in my ear. Exhausted by the day's events, I soon dropped off to sleep again. The following day, I woke up in her arms, grateful to be alive. The feeling evaporated as quickly as the water that firefighters were pouring on the inferno that was still raging in Dresden. This giant pyre that darkened the skies burned in the city from morning to night, sustained by another round of bombing at midday. Restricted to our shelter, I had the entire day to embrace my grief as the city of Dresden was transformed from wood and stone to soot and ash on February 14th, the Ash Wednesday of 1945. Valentine's Day would never be the same for me. The last round of bombing came around noon on the 15th, a day that Hedy and I passed by finishing off most of the canned goods in the cellar. My grief was less palpable and the loss that had been so deep I could taste it was soon replaced by the flavor of canned biscuits and orange marmalade. Encouraged by my improvement, Hedy shared her life story to help distract me from my loss. Her husband had been an Austrian watchmaker, drafted into Hitler's army after the acquisition of Austria due to Allied acquiescence. They had two children together, both of whom were considered Jewish by the Germans due to the matrilineal nature of Judaism. When her husband had died in the Blitzkrieg of Poland, she sold her skill as a seamstress to nearby families to help make ends meet. Without the protection of her Austrian husband, she and her two children were eventually rounded up along with other such families and shipped away to labor camps. Since the camps were divided by gender, she soon lost contact with her son. She and her daughter, both of age and beautiful, were forced to serve in the so-called "Joy Divisions": brothels of sex-slaves that would service the guards and other cooperative non-Jewish inmates as a reward for good behavior. After a few months, her daughter was brutalized at the hands of a sadistic German guard after refusing to participate in the dirtiest of sexual acts. However, after beating her into submission, the man merely took what he wanted by force, inflicting terrible wounds in the process. After that, the poor girl contracted blood poisoning and died in the prison infirmary. As if being responsible for the death of her daughter wasn't enough for the man, the same guard began to pay Hedy regular visits. After enduring a particularly brutal beating herself, a young officer, motivated by pathos for Hedy and her daughter, arranged a transfer to the small brothel on the edge of Dresden. This act, small consolation as it may seem, ultimately spared her life: several months later, the inmates of the camp were executed when the camp was forced to move with the retreat from Allied Forces. After the treatment that Hedy had received at the hands of soldiers, I couldn't believe she was talking to me, much less comforting and caring for me. When I asked her about this, she revealed that after losing her son, she had developed a soft spot for boys around his age, regardless of their race or ethnicity. On some level, she hoped that another woman might be helping her own boy escape the terrors of war at the same time. As we talked late into the evening, I began to understand the paradoxical behavior of this complex and intriguing Jewish woman. On the 16th of February, we emerged from our shelter, taking our chances that the bombing had abated. We had little choice in the matter since today was the day of deportation for Hedy and scores of other Jewish folk from Dresden. For her to stay any longer would risk a compulsory trip to an undisclosed "Labor Effort" which was a thinly veiled journey to an out-of-the-way execution site. Among the papers she'd retrieved from her room was a temporary ID that had been procured a month ago by the owner of the house that had sheltered us. She planned to use the chaos surrounding the bombing as cover to escape the country, so perhaps some good might come from the Allied attack. I prepared to say my goodbyes, but she surprised me by pressing a similar ID into my hand and handing over a newly stitched change of clothes. "These were meant for my son. I held onto them in the hope that he might have found his way to me, but now they would serve you better than him." This gift was my salvation; I only had to accept it. Still, I thought twice about what she offered. I was so undeserving of the gift that would deliver me from the coming Soviets, who would no doubt imprison or execute anyone wearing the same Nazi uniform as I did. In light of this, despite being unfit for grace, I chose to accept it. I shed the clothes of Hedy's captors, now finding myself oddly embarrassed to be naked in front of her. I donned the warm, clean garments and suddenly felt like a new man. Only hope can so change a person. The soldier-sinner I'd been was gone: I was reborn as the adopted child of a Jewish emigrant, redeemed, in a manner of speaking, by the death of her own son. Hedy worked a similar transformation, stripping the "J" and the Star of David from her overcoat to look every bit the Austrian that her papers claimed she was. Taking no chances, she fashioned a bandage to cover the numbered tattoo on her arm and we set off together to flee the country. Through a combination of carts, trucks, and trains, we eventually reached Bavaria, where we lived modestly as mother and son until the end of the European conflict in May of 1945. During reconstruction, I made it back to Dresden to pick through the remains of my family's estate. I found some financial papers in my father's safe along with some petty cash and my mother's diamond engagement ring. The cash was enough to get me to Switzerland where I put myself through university on the funds generated by liquidating my families' assets. Hedy found a handsome British officer to marry that moved them both to London. I sent her letters during University and to this day consider Graham and Hedy Rooper the only family I have left in the world. When the war resulted in the reinstatement of the Jewish nation, I was among those cheering the nation of Israel. But all my good-natured feelings were for the sake of one kind, Jewish woman who changed my narrow view of her people. Though they missed the Messiah, the Jews weren't responsible for His death. Rather, it was the people in power who mislead the commoners, killing the Christ in the interest of protecting their own power. This sad tale is much like the crimes perpetrated by my own government. If I should hate anyone, it shouldn't be the chosen nation of God, but rather the regime that committed these terrible crimes against humanity under the guise of the Church. So, while the last Valentines Day of the Second War to End All Wars cost Germany a grand city and a great many lives, it gave one German a heart for God's chosen people. The cost was indeed high, but this new life and change of heart was undoubtedly the greatest Valentine's Day gift a man could receive. Valentines Day This stvory is an ultimate fantasy, pretty unlikely to happen in real life. It takes place in a world where safe sex and pregnancy are not worries. Please leave your comments! ************************* I'm waiting for Dean, one of my best friends. We've spent Valentines day together, finding comfort in each other as we are both unattached, and he bought me lingerie. Which I'm now wearing. Standing in his bedroom. Alone. Quite drunk, wearing an incredible Agent Provocateur quarter cup bra and matching crotchless thong, and some stunning killer heels with hold up stockings. I feel sexy and spoilt, but confident we're about to cross a boundary and it will be amazing. He walks in, and grins from ear to ear; complimenting me on how good his present looks. I smile shyly, and giggle. I feel like a kid, suddenly feeling inexperienced and nervous. He's carrying a box, which he sets down and opens. I watch as he pulls out two long silk scarves. Still standing, legs slightly apart, my curvaceous figure edible in his eyes, he approaches me and our eyes lock. There really is no going back. His soft lips brush mine and he whispers 'Happy Birthday' before pulling me into his arms, crushing his lips against mine. Our tongues entwine, my skin tingles as he nips my lower lip, pulling it away slightly before sucking on it and kissing me hard. I stand, a little dazed by his passion, and he moves around my body, pulling a scarf over my eyes. I chuckle, it doesn't bother me that I am blindfolded, I have total trust in him. His fingertips trace down my arms as he stands behind me, pulling my hands gently into his, until my wrists are together. The second scarf is fastened around my wrists. Now blindfolded and bound I am at his mercy, balancing in my heels has become harder without my arms to balance. I hear him undress behind me, telling me how beautiful I look, how this night will be incredible for me. The door of his bedroom opens, and my head turns. I'm confused as to where he is going, but his lips once again meet mine, parting them and then licking my lips. There is another sound in the room, it sounds like glasses, and I become afraid. There is someone else in the room with us. 'Relax baby, this is going to be the best experience of your life'. I feel his breath on my ear as he moves round me, now kissing along my shoulders and up and down my neck. My hands behind me reach out for him, feeling his hard cock pushing in between them as he caresses my sides. I try to relax, and feel a presence in front of me, someone else's breath on my face. A second pair of hands, joining Dean's, are now running up and down my sides. The stranger whispers 'wow' and I blush, before his lips brush mine. The shock of being kissed by another man knocks me slightly off balance, but being sandwiched between two men I am steadied. I feel the familiar excitement of a first kiss, and begin to enjoy these kisses. He is careful and gentle, unlike Dean who was not afraid to push my boundaries. I'm so caught up in this moment I do not notice that Dean has moved away, and this man is now kissing around my neck, moving behind my to replace the shower of kisses along my shoulder and down my back. 'Open your mouth' I hear Dean say, and a glass is placed to my lips, and tipped up. Wine flows into my mouth, I swallow gratefully, thankful for the warming liquid. The glass is taken away and replaced by lips on me, another unfamiliar pair of lips. This person starts by nibbling on my earlobe, licking down my jaw, down my chest to my erect nipples. Already very aroused by the fact there are 3 men here, all using my body, I feel the warmth in my pussy increase further. The new man encouraged my legs apart further and I felt him kneel between them. His breath on my pussy lips is enough to make my legs buckle right then. The moment his tongue touches me yet another stranger presses his lips firmly against mine. The man behind me is moving his cock between my hands, encouraging me to try and grip it, but I can't concentrate on him while I am being so stimulated elsewhere. I moan quietly, and Dean says 'that's enough'. The three men who were servicing me move away as instructed, I can only assume that they are all naked. I feel welcome hands on mine, untying me and leading me to the bed. My barely there bra and thong are removed from me. I stand in just stockings and heels by the edge of the bed. Dean resumes his kisses around my jawline, meeting my mouth. Silently I wish he would take me passionately, shove his tongue in my mouth, make me his, but he teases. His lips flick over mine, his hands remain firmly on my waist. A weight behind me makes me aware of approaching stimulation, and hands encompass my breasts, squeezing and massaging them. My nipples are screaming for attention and thankfully have some release; they are flicked and pinched a little while my tongue tangles with another. The other two men are now nibbling their way up my legs, until they reach the tops of my thighs. Dean's hand moves between my legs, feeling my wetness and sliding a finger along my slit to my waiting clit. I jump as soon as he makes contact with my clit and he seems to come to a decision. I am guided backwards onto the bed, and my wrists fastened to scarves which have been tied to the headboard. There is some slack in these as I have been positioned with my bum just on the edge of the bed. 'Baby there are four men here, including me, and we are all here to pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams'. I don't know what to think at this point, I need to be touched, I feel as though I've been teased enough but clearly not. Lying tied to the bed he kisses me, while two men latch onto my breasts, and the final man settles between my legs. I can no longer focus on kissing, all I can do is moan as a tongue probes between my pussy lips, and two tongues run over my nipples, occasionally biting them, pulling them upwards. As the tongue buried in my folds moves up to my clitoris I begin to struggle against my binds, I am approaching my first orgasm. I need to cum on a cock, I desperately want to cum on a cock, but instead two fingers are pushed inside me, pushing me over the edge and forcing my hips to buck. My soaking wet slit is now very sensitive, and the fingers and lips are removed from me. They are replaced with a cock, Dean's cock, immediately. I feel sticky fingers being wiped over my nipples before the mouths return, cleaning my juices from my nipples. The remainder of my cum on this mans fingers is forced into my mouth, I suck his fingers clean and can hear him running his hand slowly up and down his meat near my face. The cock pumping slowing in and out of me feels incredible, particularly as I know whose it is. He felt bigger than I imagined he would be, and starts slowly to allow me to adjust to his size. Before long he has picked up the pace, my pussy tight from the orgasm I have just had. I feel another orgasm building, moaning louder and louder. My nipples are released from the men's mouths, but immediately I find them being tweaked instead, and pulled on more roughly than before. This is too much for me, I start contracting on his cock, almost screaming with pleasure. Waves of warmth come over me as my legs thrash try to thrash around, but are firmly held by his sides, he's buried in me letting me ride my orgasm out. As soon as I'm recovered he pulls out and I whimper, he hasn't cum and I feel guilty. I jump but cannot get away as ice cubes are pushed against my nipples and clit. The sensation is crazy, it's pain and pleasure all in one, as the ice melts against my clit and runs down to my pussy, I feel numb and hazy. A warm flannel wipes away excess which has dribbled down my legs to my stockings. Fingertips run over my body, bringing the sensation back. A new pair of lips pushes against my pussy, the warmth of a tongue so welcome after the ice. Different fingers massage my breasts back into life, it seems as though the men have switched places. I moan Dean's name, for reassurance that he is still there. He sounds as though he is across the other side of the room when he says 'Enjoy it gorgeous, I'm still here'. I can't see but the men working my tits are both hard as rock, their cocks in hand. The man between my legs stands after suckling on my clit for a few minutes, bringing me back to a state of sopping wet. The head of his penis runs up and down my sex, before easing inside of me. Moving quickly he rams himself inside of me, much rougher than the first time, and begins pumping in and out of me at speed. This isn't as enjoyable as the first time, I moan but not really out of pleasure. This guy is getting carried away. Dean must have realised, and tells this man to stop and move away, nominating a new guy to replace him. As one penis is removed from me, and another is pushed inside I sigh with relief, this man is more considerate of me, pushing himself into me balls deep, but continuing to fuck me very slowly. This is now my only stimulus, the attention to my nipples has ceased and I feel two different hands pull my pussy lips wide open. My clitoris is exposed; it's hard and eager to be touched. Someone blows on it, I can't work out who, and I feel fingers being dragged up my arm, untying one hand. 'Touch yourself' is rasped in my ear, by the only voice I know in the room. Someone spits on my clit, although I don't need the extra lubrication it feels hot in the moment. My hand is placed towards my stomach and I eagerly rub myself, reaching down to feel the cock rhythmically ploughing my cunt. My head is turned to the side, still blindfolded I don't know what the idea is until my lips are parted by the head of a cock. I welcome it into my mouth, moaning onto it, sucking as I hear his voice. 'That's right baby, rub your clit, you need to cum don't you, cum on his cock for me baby. Moan onto me as you cum on him'. The dirty talk drives me wild, I'm sure I told him that at some point in the past. My pace on my clit quickens, the hands holding my lips apart are firm and keep my clit on show as I cum, twitching and thrashing. The man fucking me slowly lets out a deep moan and I feel him cum inside me, his cock pulsing as my walls grasp him. I hear Dean groan as I cum, the vibration from my moan travelling through him. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, the hands holding my lips apart are still there, and cold air is being blown on me, right onto my clitoris. My hand is tied back up so once again I am bound. Once again the cock within me is removed, and my lips released. Again a warm flannel cleans me up. Nipples still poking upright, very hard, I feel as though something is wrong. Dean's fingers are inserted into me and he scoops as much of the strangers cum out of me, seemingly annoyed that he allowed himself to cum. The cum is wiped over my nipples, and Dean orders the man to clean is off me. This turns me on even further, feeling a man under Dean's control being forced to clean his own cum off my chest, despite being tied up I feel quite empowered. The fingers inside me have surely served their purpose but are still pumping in and out of me. Dean kneels between my legs and liquid is poured over me, over my breasts, onto my freshly cleaned nipples, onto my engorged clit. The hands holding my lips open return, and champagne bubbles tickle and tingle on my soft folds. I am totally exposed to Dean; he removes his fingers and leaves his mouth to drink up the bubbly running down me. Two more mouths drink the champagne rolling from my breasts, my nipples are being bitten, pulled, squeezed, it feels incredible. My body is over stimulated, I feel as though I might cum any second from the slightest touch. One of these men shoots his load, jacking himself off while he suckles on me. He disappears rapidly; leaving just Dean and one other, the man who came inside of me had also disappeared. Dean is kissing my pussy as though it were my mouth, with such passion; my whole body starts to shake as another orgasm wreaks havoc through me. He growls 'release her' to the only remaining man, which he does. My breathing is shallow now, so sensitive I might pass out. Dean stands from between my legs, he and the final man are still here. He pulls me to my feet, my legs are shaking in my heels but his hands grip mine, pulling me towards him. I taste myself on his tongue, and my bum is squeezed and caressed while we kiss by the strangers hands. Kissing around my neck and up to my ear he whispers to me 'Babe... it would turn me on so much to see you suck him off'. Usually this concept would revolt me, but at this moment it seemed like a great idea, and a huge turn on. Bending my knees I slowly kneel on the floor, feeling Dean's hands stroking my cheek while he moves to the side of me. Another cock is in front of me now, I can't see it as I'm still blindfolded but can sense and smell skin in front of me. He smells clean, but unfamiliar. I work my hands up his legs; he is clearly very turned on as I stroke him, licking at his balls. I grip the base of him and run my tongue up his shaft, taking his head into my mouth I start to bob back and forth, his cock pushing farther and farther into my mouth each time. The man moans and tries to grab the back of my head, he is close. Jealousy seems to overcome Dean as he pushes this man out of my mouth and tells him 'finish off watching, you can't cum in her mouth'. The strangers cock is replaced with Dean's and I take to sucking him off eagerly, keen to give him just some of the pleasure he had given me. 'Oh baby, that's so good' he moans, I try to deep throat him and gag but persevere. I can hear the other man wanking close by, my spit on his cock lubricating him. He must have acquired something to cum into, he groans as he shoots his load. I whimper as Dean removes his cock from my mouth, I can tell he is seeing the final man out the room. As soon as I hear the door close my head turns towards the noise, seeking him. His hands take mine and I am pulled to my feet. I'm led towards the wall, pushed against it and kissed hard. My makeshift blindfold is ripped from me, and in one motion his cock is plunged into me in a swift motion, at the same time his mouth crushes mine in a desperate kiss. His teeth pull on my lower lip as I scream in pleasure. I feel so overcome with passion; my legs really cannot hold me up much longer. As quickly as we were against the wall he takes me back to the bed, pushing forward so I'm kneeling on the edge of the bed. My heels are pulled from my feet and thrown to the side. My hands are reaching behind me to steady myself on him but his hands take over, encompassing my breasts and kissing along my shoulders, while his cock nestles between my cheeks. One of his hands moves back down to my clit as he grazes my neck with his teeth, and my sopping pussy tells him all he needs to know. Swiftly I am pushed forward so I'm on my hands and knees and he enters me again. He's no longer gentle, pounding me harder and faster. I'm screaming his name, pushing back on him. My final orgasm is building and he pulls my hair, spanking me and grabbing my hips until in one final thrust we cum together. Even my arms are shaking from the power of the last orgasm. Dean strokes my back, making me shiver, and pulls out of me. Cum dribbles down my thighs onto my dishevelled stockings. I fall forwards and roll onto my side. Dean climbs up beside me, his legs entwine with mine and his arms wrap around me. As we pass out together in a slippery mess of cum, drink and sweat I hear him murmur 'Happy Valentines Day'. Valentine's Day Thank you everyone for your amazingly positive comments and feedback and votes! I wanted to do something for all of you out there for Valentine's Day. This is another one that is more on the sweet side. Hope you all enjoy it and have a fantastic Valentine's Day! * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (21 min/mp3) * * * * * Valentine's Day The café was warm, filled with low chatter and the pungent scent of roasting coffee. A jazz band sent its smooth sound over the vast expanse of crowded tables. Seated by the window, Hyuga bent his head over his sketch book, silently absorbed in the task of laying out the scene around him. His pencil glided across the page; he glanced around frequently to take in the exact detail of a certain mug or a woman's blouse. Incessantly, he flipped the dark bangs out of his eyes. "Hey, Hyu." Rafael slid into the seat before Hyuga, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. Hyuga looked up, startled, as Rafael's shadow blocked his light. The strawberry-blond gazed at him with warm green eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Rafael," Hyuga murmured, leaning back in his chair. He brought a hand up to loosen the plaid scarf wrapped about his neck. "I didn't notice you come in." "Have you been waiting long?" Rafael asked, his voice low, smooth—a bedroom voice, Hyuga realized. The Japanese man felt a flush begin to heat his pallid cheeks. For the first time, he noticed Rafael's freshly pressed black suit, accented by a silky red tie. "N-not really," Hyuga replied quietly. He was suddenly self-conscious of his own plain, homely clothing—the tattered pea coat that had been his father's, the thick wool scarf that his mother had made. He laid his pencil down across the page of his sketch book, averting his eyes. "What were you drawing?" Rafael glanced down at the sketch. He noticed a waitress clearing a table nearby and waved her over. "Oh! Ano..." Hyuga moved the pencil aside, hair falling over his eyes as he bent his head. "Just the café. The professor asked us to keep a sketch book. We're supposed to do at least one sketch per day, small stuff, usually, but I haven't done a full scene in a while." "It's looking good, Hyu," Rafael chimed. The waitress approached their table and they ordered their coffees, Rafael's a mocha with a triple shot of espresso, Hyuga's black. The waitress whisked their orders away, weaving through the cluttered tables back to the bar. The fidgeting pair was silent for a few moments, Hyuga brushing the hair away from his face, Rafael shifting in his seat. Finally, Hyuga cleared his throat softly. "I didn't know we were going formal today." "What?" Rafael raised an eyebrow, leaning forward and cocking an ear toward his companion. "The suit," Hyuga said. "What's the occasion?" "Oh," Rafael chuckled. "This? It's nothing. I just wanted to look good for you." He looked at Hyuga, his charming grin widening. Hyuga blushed at the frank confession. He swallowed, biting his lip. "You didn't have to do that," he said, offering a nervous smile. "I feel under-dressed." "Oh, no! You look great, Hyuga." Hyuga raised his eyes to meet Rafael's, and their gazes locked for a brief moment. Hyuga recognized the want in Rafael's stare, the unnerving lust that was suddenly so obvious. The dark-haired man had to look away; he tried to think back to the last time they'd been together and realized that their last tryst had been over three weeks ago. His face heated. He could feel Rafael still looking at him, undressing him with those bright green eyes. The thought sent goosebumps racing down his spine. The waitress returned to their table, setting the heavy mugs down before them. She made an offer that Hyuga couldn't quite catch, something about pastries, but Rafael sent her away with a thank-you. Then it was just the two of them again. Hyuga moved his hand to clutch at the handle of the mug, staring down at the steam wafting up from the dark, aromatic coffee. "So," Rafael began, flexing his shoulders as he got comfortable in his seat. "How do you like your studies?" Hyuga glanced up at Rafael, caught off guard by the sudden change in mood. Rafael sipped his coffee, steady green gaze watching Hyuga expectantly. "They're, ah... They're alright. I enjoy them." "Are you getting along okay at the university?" "I guess so. Things are different here in America, certainly. I'm not quite used to everything yet." They continued to chat, exchanging pleasantries as they nursed their coffees. Hyuga gradually began to relax as Rafael talked to him about art and school. Occasionally, their tongues would switch to Japanese, and this eased Hyuga, made him feel more at home. The time passed quickly; when the waitress brought their check Rafael immediately reached for his wallet. "I've got it, Rafael," Hyuga offered. "Oh, no, Hyu. I'm not about to let the university student pay." Hyuga laughed quietly, sweetly, and Rafael smiled. "I'm twenty-seven years old, Rafael. I can pay for my coffee." "Probably so," Rafael mused, "but this is my treat, along with this." Rafael reached down to pull a heart-shaped box of chocolates from his bag, setting it on the table before Hyuga. "Part one of my Valentine's Day gift to you." The gift, along with the casual statement, surprised Hyuga; he stammered out a thank you as he reached out hesitantly to lay a hand on the box, gazing speechless at Rafael. Once more, the two were left with their eyes locked. "Hyu," Rafael said, and Hyuga couldn't help but jump slightly. "Would you like to come back to my place?" ~*~ Rafael's bed was unmade, his room cluttered with various papers, boxes and chests, and articles of clothing. Cigarette butts lay scattered on the nightstand, which was stacked with books and envelopes, a digital clock trying to hold its ground in a tiny corner. The mess didn't surprise Hyuga. He'd been here before. Countless times, in fact. By now he knew the path to the bed and could make it in pitch darkness, with his eyes closed, backwards. He stepped gingerly, routinely, over the items littering the faded carpet, feeling Rafael's fingertips ghosting over his bare skin as he went. He let himself fall back onto the wrinkled sheets, eyes straining in the darkness as he waited for Rafael to switch on the bedside lamp. He waited for what seemed like ages, sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to the soft rustlings of clothing being removed before the grungy yellow light illuminated the bed area. Finally he was able to see Rafael, standing before him, smiling that sweet, innocent smile that made Hyuga's heart jump. Though the sight of the other man was familiar, his own body still responded as if this were the first time, butterflies fluttering in his stomach, a warm pressure coiling in his abdomen. Rafael was gorgeous. Slender yet lightly muscled, a track star since high school, tall and confident, with those warm, welcoming green eyes. Hyuga swallowed, his gaze gradually lowering to rest on the impressive erection that laid flat against Rafael's tummy. "Hyuga," Rafael said, his gentle voice husky with desire. He took a step toward the bed and Hyuga leaned forward obligingly, raising his trembling hands to rest on Rafael's narrow hips. Almost immediately, Rafael's sure fingers found their way into Hyuga's black, silky hair. The touch sent shivers down Hyuga's spine as he took the head of Rafael's erect shaft into his mouth. Rafael moaned lightly, more of an exhale than anything, running his hands through the dark locks. He bent his head to watch as Hyuga worked his cock. By now, Hyuga was an expert by experience, though Rafael's had been the first and only penis he knew besides his own. He had learned quickly over the past year and knew just what to do to make Rafael peak in a mere few minutes. Starting from the base, Hyuga ran his tongue along the sensitive veins that traveled up the underside of the man's cock before licking the slit at the tip and then sucking the whole head into his mouth, all the while gently fondling the tender sack that hung heavily below. It didn't take long for Hyuga to build up a rhythm, gradually taking more of Rafael's seven inches into his mouth as he went. The wet squelching sounds he created as he worked and Rafael's sighs and moans never failed to arouse Hyuga. It took all Rafael had to keep from thrusting forward into the hot depths of Hyuga's throat. He stared with lidded eyes and parted lips as his lover pleasured him. "God, Hyuga. That's it, baby. Damn, it feels so good." The low, sensuous rumble of Rafael's voice gave Hyuga goosebumps. He moaned into the man's cock, feeling his own arousal quiver without being touched. "Oh, fuck," Rafael groaned. "I'm close, babe." Hyuga sucked with fervor, eager for his lover's hot essence in his mouth, but Rafael pushed him away gently. Chuckling at the slightly disappointed look on the Japanese man's face, Rafael said, "Sorry, Hyu, I know. But I wanna save that for somewhere else." Hyuga stared up at him, those intense, dark almond-shaped eyes now filled with such wanton lust. "Please, Rafael..." The nearly-whispered plea made Rafael's stomach flip. He leaned down to kiss the other man, their tongues dancing. When they parted, breathlessly, Rafael nipped lightly at the shell of Hyuga's ear. He growled hotly, "Lay back, baby," and Hyuga obeyed with no further prompting, falling back onto the stack of pillows piled against the headboard. He spread his legs slightly, tantalizingly, exposing himself to Rafael. The strawberry-blond climbed onto the bed before Hyuga, taking a moment to regard his lover splayed before him. Hyuga's body shape was shorter and thicker than his own, the man's biceps boasting a slight bulge from the physical strains of his job, a six-pack just noticeable on his flat stomach. His hair was healthy and darkly vibrant, long and styled in a way that framed his face. His expression was usually one of sheepishness, shyness, and perpetual apology, and it was this somehow charming feature that had drawn Rafael to Hyuga in the first place. Now, however, spread out on his back for Rafael, Hyuga's expression was one of blatant desire. The Japanese man shivered, eyes fluttering shut as Rafael's cool hands ran up his creamy white thighs, brushing teasingly around his thick, five-inch erection, which glistened with pre-cum. The hands continued their trek up his body, twirling about his navel, sliding across his smooth stomach, massaging his chest. He felt cold teeth brush against his perked nipple, and he let out a quick gasp. He grabbed a hold of Rafael's hair as the other man sucked and nibbled at his sensitive pink buds. Laying beneath him, Hyuga could feel Rafael's dripping arousal brushing against his own. The friction was almost unbearable; he pushed his hips up against his lover's. "Rafael, please," Hyuga begged quietly, his back arching as Rafael's hungry mouth traveled up to his neck. "Tell me what you want, Hyu," Rafael purred. He kissed his way up along Hyuga's jawline before reaching his lips, kissing him tenderly at first, but gradually with more passion as Hyuga's legs wrapped about Rafael's waist. "Inside," Hyuga moaned once Rafael released his lips. "I want you inside me. Please." Rafael grinned, staring into the eyes of the man below him. "Of course, babe," he murmured. "But I'll have some fun, first." He pressed their lips together again briefly before moving down Hyuga's body, the tip of his tongue trailing along the flushed, heated skin as he went. When he came at last to his lover's erection, he lapped eagerly at the pre-cum that dripped down its length. Hyuga's cock had a slight curve to it when erect, and, unlike Rafael, he was uncircumcised. Rafael took great pleasure in tenderly stroking and teasing him, toying with the foreskin, pulling at it gently as he suckled the very tip, as he did now. Hyuga cried out, his hips bucking up slightly as Rafael's hands and tongue continued to play with his cock. His hands grasped reflexively at the bedsheets once he felt the other man's hot, moist tongue probing at his entrance. He whimpered, opening his legs to allow Rafael more room. Rafael's fingers clutched at Hyuga's thighs, pressing the other man back down against the mattress as he flicked his tongue along the man's tight, puckered hole. He reveled in the triumph of making the usually quiet, mild-mannered Hyuga gasp and cry out in ecstasy. Rafael's mouth moved back and forth, dividing attention between Hyuga's eager ass and throbbing cock. He made use of his strong, flexible tongue, thrusting it inside his lover's ass and savoring the sweet whimpers he was rewarded with. He slid his hands along Hyuga's legs up to his abdomen before bringing them back down to run along the length of Hyuga's cock. The Japanese man was flushed almost crimson now, one hand tangled in Rafael's hair, the other pinching at his own nipple. He squealed when he felt Rafael's mouth engulf him fully, while at the same time thrusting two fingers into his wet, slick entrance. "Rafael, no, please," he begged. "I'm going to come!" The strawberry-blond sucked tightly on Hyuga's cock like he would a lollipop; he released it from his mouth with a dull, audible pop. "That's alright," he said, kissing the sensitive head. "Come for me, babe." Within a few moments Hyuga was cumming hard, filling Rafael's mouth with thick jets of semen as he arched his back up off the bed. Rafael felt the fist in his hair tighten, felt the muscles around his fingers clench, and felt, of course, the hot cream shooting down his throat. Had he not been prepared he might have choked, but he was used to this by now, and he took in as much as could before letting the excess drip out of his mouth and down Hyuga's softening length. Hyuga exhaled heavily, relaxing as he floated down from the height of his orgasm. He lay back limply against the pillows, lips parted as he panted lightly. He opened his eyes slightly when he felt Rafael move back up to kiss him, allowing him to taste the odd, deep taste of himself—of his cum, his ass, the sweat of his lustful body—on Rafael's tongue. Weakly, he raised his hands to rest on the other man's shoulders, closing his eyes once more. He heard the rummaging sounds made as Rafael reached out to dig through nightstand drawer, and he shivered with a knowing anticipation, already beginning to feel his cock twitch with the stirrings of revival. Rafael kept Hyuga's mouth busy with the kiss as he dug around for the lube, cursing himself for his clutter. His fingers grasped at various objects—crumpled pieces of paper, lighters, pens—before swatting them away. Eventually he reached back far enough and was able to feel the smooth little bottle at his fingertips; he pawed at it until he was able to clutch it fully in his hand. He snatched it out quickly, anxiously, releasing Hyuga's lips as he did so. Before Rafael could pour out the lube, Hyuga laid a hand on his wrist to stop him. Rafael raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Sorry," Hyuga apologized habitually. "Could I... Could I put it on you?" The question, proposed in that lovely, quiet voice with such innocence sent a surge through Rafael's cock, which was already at full mast. He consented immediately, handing the purple bottle to his lover. Hyuga drizzled the lube onto his fingers and into his palm; the clear, jelly-like fluid began to warm slightly as he rubbed it along Rafael's long, hot cock. The dark-haired man watched Rafael's expression shift as he continued to stroke—the green eyes glazed, the brows furrowed, the soft, full lips opened as a deep, throaty groan escaped them. "Damn, Hyuga," Rafael hissed. "I can't hold back anymore." "Please, do it," Hyuga purred, lapsing suddenly back into Japanese, revealing his fervor and anxiousness. Hyuga lifted his hips up of the bed, allowing Rafael to slide a few pillows beneath him so that he laid back at an angle. Rafael hovered over him, massaging his thighs and buttocks to relax him. Hyuga exhaled deeply; he felt Rafael's cock just barely pressing against his entrance, teasing him. "Hurry," he pleaded finally, and Rafael obliged, pushing the slippery head of his cock into Hyuga, who sucked in a sharp breath. The strawberry-blond gradually thrust further and further in, pulling out a bit each time before slowly pushing in deeper. His low moans and Hyuga's hitching gasps filled the cluttered room. Once Rafael was buried to the hilt, he leaned forward so that he lay completely over Hyuga, his breath tickling the other man's ear. Hyuga wrapped his arms around Rafael's neck and hooked his ankles about his waist. The two were still for a moment, basking in the sensation, reveling in each other. "Shit," Rafael breathed finally. "You're so fucking hot and tight, Hyu, I can't wait anymore." "I'm ready," Hyuga said. He moved his hands up to tangle his fingers once more in Rafael's hair. "Fuck me, Rafael." Rafael withdrew, with excruciating deliberation, almost to the point of pulling out completely before thrusting back in with a force that made the mattress springs screech. He buried his face in the nook of Hyuga's neck as he continued to move his hips, plunging forth into the incredible heat. He heard Hyuga's voice in his ear—a voice so low and quiet it was often barely audible—crying out in ecstasy, moaning the same words in Japanese over and over as he begged for more, "motto!" and pleaded, "onegai!" But the word that most frequently escaped his lips in a rush of breath was, "Rafaeru!" Hyuga's trembling hands slid about Rafael's back and clutched at his shoulders; his toes clenched with each forward rock of the strawberry-blond's hips. His eyes shut tight as the heat and pressure enveloped him, made him see stars behind his eyelids. He felt his heartbeat thudding hard in his chest, felt Rafael prop himself up to watch him, felt the gliding fingers caressing his collar, neck, and cheek. Hyuga's hands fell away from Rafael's shoulders to claw at the bedsheets. "Look at me, Hyuga," Rafael panted, and Hyu forced his eyes open to meet Rafael's steady green stare. "I'm c-close," the raven-haired man managed to sputter out, his parted lips dry from panting and moaning, his weakening legs beginning to unfasten themselves from around Rafael's waist. Rafael continued to thrust into Hyuga, sweat rolling down his temple and chest. A familiar tightening in his abdomen quickened his motion and pushed a growl from his throat. He reached to lace his fingers with Hyuga's, whose moans had turned to feeble gasping as he, too, neared his climax. "Inside," Hyuga whimpered. "C-cum inside, please...!" "Ah, fuck, babe," Rafael grunted, clenching his teeth. "Cum with me." Rafael released one of Hyuga's hands to reach down and stroke the man's neglected erection in time with his thrusts. "Rafaeru!" Hyuga cried, back arching up off the bed. "Shit, Hyu...ah!" They came together, Rafael thrusting one last time into Hyuga before filling him with his thick essence, Hyuga sending a stream of cum onto his stomach and Rafael's hand. Their sharp cries broke the air of Rafael's bedroom, which was stifling with the heat of their bodies. Slowly the two men came back down to earth. For the second time that day, Hyuga's body went limp on the bed; he licked his lips, bringing a shaky palm up to wipe the sweat from his brow. Rafael slumped over his lover, allowing his spent cock to soften before pulling out slowly, releasing a thick stream of his cum from Hyuga's ass. Hyuga moaned lowly as he felt Rafael's semen drizzle from his entrance. He nuzzled into the other man, who rolled from on top of him to cuddle up against him, taking him into his arms. "Thank you, Rafael," the Japanese man sighed softly. "For everything today." Rafael chuckled, smoothing Hyuga's damp hair, brushing it away from his face. "You don't have to thank me, Hyu," he said. "I do what I do because I want to. Because I want you. Because I love you." Rafael laid a kiss along the side of Hyuga's mouth, and the other man turned his head so that their lips caught. Valentine's Day "Aishiteru," Hyuga murmured, cupping Rafael's cheek in his hand, and Rafael grinned, touching their foreheads together. They snuggled against each other, a comfortable silence wrapping around them, the light of their afterglow gradually dimming. "You know," Hyuga said after a while, "in Japan, Valentine's Day is different than how I've noticed things are in America. Here, the men buy the women chocolates and gifts, but back home, it's the women that give chocolate to the men they like." Rafael laughed. "Are you saying I'm the girl then, since I got you chocolate?" "I suppose so," Hyuga smiled infectiously. "But I'll take your chocolate as a honmei-choco, and you can expect this favor returned on White Day this year."* The two kissed again, Rafael chuckling into Hyuga's lips. "I'll be looking forward to it," he said. "Happy Valentine's Day, Rafael." "Happy Valentine's Day to you, too, babe." --- * Author's Note: "Honmei-choco," (literally meaning "true-feeling chocolate) is chocolate given by women to men in Japan on Valentine's Day. Honmei-choco is only given to a man that the giver has romantic feelings for, including a husband or boyfriend. The gift of honmei-choco is usually reciprocated on March 14, White Day, when men give presents to women. Valentine's Day [This is my first story as an embarrassed naked male. The story revolves around a cheating husband who is taught a lesson in naked embarrassment to correct his errant ways. All feedback and comments - both positive and constructively negative - are most welcome. I also enjoy PMing with people. Warning to prospective readers: this is a story of female domination, so the nudity described is purely male rather than female.] The chill night air cut through me as I stood outside the hotel lobby, facing a bustling street in the middle of Sydney. The vibrant night life of one of Australia's major cities washed over me, as I simply stood there in a trance, dressed lightly in running clothes, and with a simple backpack slung over my shoulders. I held my mobile phone in left hand, the palm both cold and sweaty, shaking slightly to anyone who cared to pay me any attention. The only people who seemed to be aware of my existence at the moment though were the few hotel guests who had to irritably edge their way around me, to get either in or out of the lobby, while I stood rooted to the spot. Finally, a few disgruntled murmurs from a party heading out on the town woke me up, and I glanced back down at the txt message. "Go to Pyrmont Bridge now. You'll find the key to the padlock where I told you it'd be." The message was from Jenna. The bag I wore on my back was from Jenna too, and the combination of those two facts was more than enough to break me out in cold sweats. Hanging innocently off the small loops in the bag's twin zips was a padlock, which left no doubt that the bag would only be opened when I retrieved the padlock key from it's resting place. Other than the backpack, my phone, my plain black running shorts, a tight white running t-shirt, and a cheap pair of running shoes, the only item I had on my person was a small black box. The small black box had arrived with the backpack at the hotel reception early this afternoon, with a clear message for it to be delivered to me as a matter of priority. The box itself had a stylish silver chain wrapped around in in multiple directions, with a similar padlock to the bag's carefully ensuring the chain could not be removed. I had no form of identification, no money, and especially no hotel room key. That much had been made very clear in Jenna's last txt. She'd made me video the act of closing my hotel room door, and slipping my one and only access card under the door frame so that it was now irretrievably back in the room. My only option would be to ask for a new card from reception, but I would only be allowed to do that at the end. The end of what though? What did Jenna have planned for me? I gulped audibly, and clenched my jaw as I took a couple of hesitant steps forward. Streams of nightclubbers and revellers surrounded me on all sides as I staggered into the busy central city street, lost in my own sea of emotions. How she'd found out about the affair, I'd never know. But when Jenna had contacted me a week back, just prior to my business trip to Australia, my blood had run cold as the woman at the other end of the line clearly stated her intentions. The words she'd used has almost not been the worst thing about the conversation. It had been the calm way she'd said it, with an icy undertone and an unmistakable air of determination. Words I could have discounted, I could have perhaps laughed off, no matter how foolish that would have been in the long term. There was no arguing with that voice though. Jenna had been very, very open. She had all the evidence she needed to end my marriage. She was willing to hang on to it though, to hold fire on ending that chapter of my life, if only I was to obey her every instruction without question and without hesitation. And I'd only need to do it once - on my upcoming business trip - and Jenna would supply everything that was needed. Any attempt though - and she meant _any_ attempt - to dodge or cheat at the mission she'd give me, and she'd mercilessly unleash every ounce of information she had on me to the Internet. I closed my eyes as I remembered how I'd felt after she'd hung up on that conversation. My dry throat, the turmoil of not knowing what she'd have me do, and the inescapable certainty that I'd simply have to do it. That had been a week ago, and now the time of reckoning was at hand. I began to break into a jog. I knew Sydney fairly well, and I knew where Prymont Bridge was relative to my own hotel. It was a major pedestrian bridge that crossed Darling Harbour, and would undoubtedly be packed with people moving from one part of the city to another. Whatever Jenna had planned, it apparently wasn't meant for a small, private audience. I was fit, and kept in shape with plenty of long runs, but the ten minute light jog to the bridge left my legs feeling like jelly. The night air was cold, but thankfully the rain had held off, and the jet-black sky was punctuated by the bright high-rise lights of the city, and a dim background of stars. The men and women of Sydney seemed to regard me a slight oddity as I jogged onwards, a few people a little surprised that someone would think a Saturday night was a good time for an evening run. There were obviously more pressing engagements on their agenda though, and much more drink to be had, so I generally passed by without too much interaction. I even began to fall into a runner's rhythm, and slowly began to lose myself and my worries in the pounding of the streets. That was - at least - until the lights of the bridge came into view, as I rounded a corner of one main street and arrived at a busy intersection. I knew where I had to go. I had to cross the bridge and reach a small rubbish bin that sat innocently by the far end, where a road swung around to touch, without ever crossing, the pedestrian bridge. As I waited for the crossing lights to turn green, my nervousness began to build again, threatening to overwhelm me as I stood at a red light, surrounded by so many people loudly talking about everything and anything that entered their minds. Through the noise of the people and the cars and the music from the bars, a single sound suddenly sliced through the air. It was my phone, signalling that another txt message had arrived. With one eye closed in fear, I glanced down at the phone's screen. "Are you there yet?!" the txt demanded. With several mistypes caused by my shaking fingers, I fired back the reply. "Almost." "Don't disappoint me. And don't try to cheat... again." came another txt, barely seconds after I'd hit send on my own reply. The crossing light turned green without me noticing, and I made it across the road more by virtue of being carried across by the crowd around me, rather than any deliberate movement on my part. The bridge awaited though, and Jenna was waiting too. I could not delay any longer. I half-stumbled on to the bridge, and surveyed the nearly 400 metre length of the structure. There were groups of people crossing in both directions, and the the bright lights of the street lamps meant that the bridge was bathed in a warm glow. Whatever Jenna had planned, there would be no hiding in shadows tonight. I made it across the 400 metres in a daze, just focussing on putting one foot in front of another. I'd even had to double back at one point, when I realised I'd forgotten to place the chained box at the near end of the bridge. That had been one of Jenna's earlier instructions, and failure to comply would lead to the failure of marriage. Eventually, I made it across the bridge, and stood in front of the innocuous looking rubbish bin. I could see the shiny metal key stuck to the bottom of the bin, where no-one else would have thought to have looked. Another sound from my phone. Another txt. "There yet?!" "Yes." I replied, simply. "Well, get on with it then. You won't want to waste time." came the next message. I held my head in my hands, as ice seemed to run down my veins. This was it. The point of no return. I half-laughed at that thought. I was way past the point of no return, I realised, bitterly. Reaching down to take the key, I fumbled at the padlock on the bag, and was "rewarded" when the padlock finally gave way, and allowed the zips to part. It took me several seconds to work up the courage to open the bag up, but when I did, I was greeted with the sight of a stylish card, and two plastic, opaque bags. At least one of the bags appeared to have larger, oddly shaped objects in it, while the other I quickly guess would have clothes. It was obvious I should read the card, and left the rest of the contents by my feet as I delicately opened it up. There wasn't much writing inside, but what there was almost sent me into shock. "Dear Stuart." the card started, mockingly. "You have five minutes from the time I send you a txt saying "get on with it" to take off all your clothes. Every last stitch. You are then to put on the costume I have kindly provided, and send me a selfie of you in that costume." My mouth went dry again, and my eyes were wide open. "If you don't do this, then I will send your wife everything she needs to know to make a very tidy sum out of your divorce settlement." Oh God. I thought. There was only a little bit left on the card, but the tone and the tasks didn't not improve my mood. "Once you are dressed, you are then to send me a video of your old clothes and the backpack being thrown into the harbour. You will then receive further instructions." I had to read the message three times to allow myself to believe it. Every time I read it, the horror grew that much worse. It was only on the third read through that my mind snapped into action as I realised the importance of that five minute warning. Acutely aware of a couple of highly attractive women who'd chosen that point to walk by, I ripped my shirt off and dropped it reluctantly to the ground. I caught their attention, and out of the corner of my eye I knew they were turning to check me out. Oh God no, I thought. Why couldn't they just walk on? Why did they have to stop? "Could I afford to stop?" I asked myself desperately. Not now, I realised with an impending sense of doom. I couldn't stop now. With their eyes firmly fixed on me, and with more men and women approaching too, I grasped the edges of my running shorts, and forced them down my legs, inch by inch. With every inch they lowered, my face went a brighter shade of red. I could barely believe I was standing on a busy bridge in the middle of a busy city, exposing my underwear to random women, my ears burning with every shocked and whispered comment that floated over the night air. One of the women was now pointing and laughing as I stumbled out of my shorts, and left them scattered on the ground by the t-shirt. "Take off the underwear!" her companion shouted, with glee in her voice. The request cut through me, and I felt like I'd been shot as my mind comprehended the fact that I had no choice but to do it. My predicament came even worse when I realised that there were groups now approaching from all directions. No matter what way I turned, I'd be exposing myself to at least someone. I tried to guess at how long had passed, and I began to panic even more as I realised I properly had only a minute or two left. Surrendering myself to my total humiliation, I grabbed my underwear, and roughly shoved it down to my ankles, bending down and exposing my ass to the two women who had first noticed me. They whooped in joy at this unexpected entertainment, and were loudly calling out for other women to come and check this show out. As I stood up, my penis was rock hard at the overwhelming embarrassment, and I stood petrified for a few seconds, hands handing loosely by my sides, as I realised there was a group of teenage girls directly in front of me. Part of my mind madly guessed there were probably only eighteen years old, and they all were openly laughing at me as I stood naked, nude, helpless in front of them. Shaking, barely able to process what I was doing, I desperately reached for the bags, and emptied them on to the ground. "No!" I cried out, as I realised what Jenna had given me. Staring back up at me from the floor, was a red crotchless lace teddy, that split in half early on and clearly would expose most of my stomach and chest. The back was barely more than a few threads, and I hurriedly looked in the other bag for what I hoped would cover up this humiliating outfit. I was terrified to find only a pair of matching red high heel shoes, and a small chain with another padlock key hanging off it. Crude catcalls echoed around the bridge as I picked up the clothes, and a few moments of manic necessity powered me on to put on these ridiculous clothes. The red lace teddy looked nothing like men's clothing, and I'd never worn anything even remotely like this in my life. I wouldn't be looking to repeat the experience in the future. My cock was barely contained in the thin fabric at the bottom of the teddy, and I had to futilely try and cover my large erection with one hand, as I frantically tapped away on my phone's keyboard. Trying to ignore the ridicule and mocking insults that the women on the bridge were subjecting me to know, I took a selfie of me in the red lace teddy, and stared in disbelief at the resulting photo. I couldn't recognise the man in the picture. Red-faced, feminised beyond belief, and a look of total defeat in his eyes. The humiliation of the man in the picture stung me as I took it all in for a few more seconds, before I remembered what I had to do next. A few quick keystrokes, and with a sinking feeling of what this meant for the future, the photo was sent, and I stood helplessly there, stranded as the sexual object of everyone's dirty-minded innuendo. As I waited for a reply, I realised there was a second step to my instructions, and with a robotic, jerking motion that betrayed my shock, I gathered up my old clothes and the backpack, and unceremoniously tossed them over the bridge, videoing the whole process for the benefit of Jenna. Seconds later, I heard the faint sound of something hitting water, as I tried to tune out the requests for more photos from my baying audience. Trying to lose myself in my own world, I held my cock in one hand, and my phone in another, suddenly finding myself praying for another txt from my tormentor. She did not disappoint me. "Not bad." came the simple reply. Moments later, a more substantial txt arrived. "For the time being, your marriage is safe. Happy Valentine's Day. :) " The smily emoticon was clearly mocking, and my grip tightened like a vice around the phone, as I read on in helpless frustration. "I hope you like your Valentine's Day outfit. Of course, Valentine's Day is a day for love." That cut at me, as another txt arrived. "To prove your love for your wife," Jenna continued, "you're going to walk your cheating ass back to the other end of the bridge, surrounded by all those people. Don't worry - I have another outfit in that box you placed there, for you to get back to the hotel in..." Did I dare dream that the walk over the bridge would be the worst that Jenna had planned for me? "Go now." Jenna finally said. "When you've reached the box, let me know." I closed my eyes, and tried to chant to myself to steady my now-shot nerves. The teasing and taunting of the women was now merely background noise, and I shut it out with some success. However, as I stood there preparing myself to walk, one of the teenage girls boldly walked up to me and spanked me hard on the ass. I gasped loudly, more in surprise than pain, and looked at her in shock. With a wink, she brushed my hand away that I'd been using to try and cover my penis. Looking back triumphantly at her girlfriends, she pulled the material down so that my cock completely popped out, and hung there on display. "What do we think ladies?" the teenager asked. Her friends gave me the thumbs down, with a disapproving look on their cruel faces. My embarrassment was now a tidal wave of humiliation that threatened to drown me, and I staggered back away from her grasp, and shoved my cock back inside the tiny confines of the thin, lace material. Between the shock of the woman's forwardness, and my lack of familiarity with high heeled shoes, my backwards stagger soon turned into a stumble, which eventuated in a shambolic fall that left me splayed on the ground. As my hands subconsciously were thrown backwards to mitigate the worst of the fall, my penis fell out of the clothing again. I found myself spreadeagled on my back, legs apart, penis prominently standing to attention, and my arms flailing around helplessly. Unable to stop them. I realised too late that I was now the central focus on many a mobile phone camera, and I fell over several more times as I frantically tried to regain my footing. Eventually I succeeded in standing up, and started a desperate shuffle down the bridge. The red lacy teddy moved over my chest, as a light breeze almost threatened to tear it from my body. As I hurried away as fast as my high heels would permit, I was painfully aware that I was exposing my entire backside to the leering ladies who'd made me the object of their mockery. The thin strands of clothing that held the front together hid nothing, and as I heard footsteps behind me, I feared that the women had the intention of doing what the breeze had so far failed to do. It felt like it would only take a few tugs at the strings in my ass and around my bag for what little clothing I had to become the sole property of one my "admiring" audience members. "Would that be an improvement?!" I thought, wildly. The humiliation of wearing women's lingerie in public was almost too much to handle. The sexy Valentine's Day outfit, resplendent in red, almost looked a dull shade in comparison to my bright red face. Even my ass shone from where the teenager had roughly spanked me. The walk over the bridge at the start had been only around 400 metres. The return felt more like 4,000 metres. As I pushed ever onwards, one of my followers would occasionally dart forward and whisper something disgusting in my ear. More than a few women had run ahead, and were now filming me as I walked towards them. As much as I tried to cover up my front, I knew in my heart of hearts that there were more women filming me from behind as well. The only faint saving grace was that I was from out of town, and nobody knew my name. Nobody except Jenna, of course. I gulped again, as the cold night air set my nipples rock hard. The key had to be placed at the bin, I suddenly realised with a flash of terror. Did that mean Jenna was watching me as I did this? Or did it mean she had an agent around, to ensure I didn't cheat? Cheat any more than I already had, at least. The innuendo and comments on how I looked were supplemented by the occasional bystander giving me another spank on my entirely exposed, naked rear end. One daring woman even reached forward and grabbed my balls, giving them a hard squeeze and causing me to stop momentarily and groan in pain. I pushed on regardless though, my mind focussed entirely on that box at the end of the bridge, where hopefully another more modest outfit awaited me. Eventually, after what seemed like hours (even though it logically could only have been minutes) I made it across the wide pedestrian bridge. My show was now famous throughout the immediate area, and quite a crowd now surrounded me. The air of excitement at what was to happen next seemed to drag even more people into checking the commotion out. There it was. The box. I stopped in front of it, my feet already sore from the brief hike in the high heels, my ass ringing from repeated assaults, and my ears flaming with all manner of erotic suggestions. Valentine's Day I looked at my phone for a moment, and then sent a txt to the woman who I now knew controlled me utterly. "I'm here." I said, surrendering to whatever she had in store, but at least thinking that it couldn't get worse. "Good." came the response, mercifully quickly. "Strip naked. Give everything you're wearing, except for your shoes, to any woman who will take it." I groaned audibly, and the group of teenagers who had followed me across loudly demanded to know what the txt message said. A final message arrived, to seal my fate. "Once you are naked, use the second padlock key to reveal the clothes you can use to get back to your hotel. Send me a selfie when you are appropriately dressed. Further instructions will follow." With that, the message ended, and I just stood there like a statue. This night couldn't get worse, I thought. I shut my eyes tight, and slipped out of the teddy in one smooth motion. A cheer erupted around me, and I responded by trying to squeeze my eyes even more tightly. Helplessly holding out what little bit of humiliating clothing had previously stopped me from being utterly nude, I felt the thin material of the teddy torn from my grasp. I opened my eyes, and one of the eighteen year olds was holding the teddy aloft like a trophy. She waved it around like a flag, and some part of me that was totally switched off from the complete and total embarrassment that was busily consuming me, wondered if it would attract even more bystanders, like a red rag to a bull. I held the second padlock key in my hands, and I reached down to the box praying for salvation in it's contents. Bending over, my naked ass drew another stinging cheer, and I fumbled again at the lock for several seconds before I managed to work it free, and pull the chain off the box. Standing up, exposed, naked, and surrounded, I lifted the lid of the box. I knew that what I saw next would be what I would have to wear back to the hotel. It's what I'd have to wear to the reception desk, where I would need to ask for another room key. Jenna may have been many things, but surely she couldn't be that merciless in her tormenting teasing of me, surely? For the first time in what felt like hours, I felt a flicker of relief swell up inside of me, as the realisation that my final moments of nudity were about to come to an end. Inside this box would be the outfit that I'd wear back to the hotel. A mad hope that Jenna would ease off, satisfied that I learned my lesson, danced at the front of my mind, fighting against the ceaseless waves of embarrassment that burned through me. That wild feeling of hope lasted for ten more seconds, as I yanked open the lid of the small metal box, and hungrily looked at what I sensed would be my salvation inside. For what seemed like the longest time, almost oblivious to the fact that I was standing stark naked on a busy bridge with an ever growing audience, I simply stared at the contents of the box, uncomprehending, stunned, and lost. Slowly, the full impact of my current predicament swam back into my vision. The background noise of the audience's shocked laughter seemed to grow in volume too, although perhaps it was just that my senses were slowly returning back to the nightmare I'd found myself in. The box fell from my grasp, and clattered to the ground with a sharp ring. The contents of the box spilled out, and a blonde teenager - who had previously left my humiliation up to her peers - sprang forward in delight. "Oh my God!" she squealed, as she reached down to pick up some of the gear that had scattered around me. She held up what looked like several straps, with metal attachments, and then quickly re-arranged it into what looked like bizarre harness. As my own shock slowly subsided, part of me felt like I should at least make an attempt to cover up my private parts. I made a feeble attempt to cover my crotch from the prying eyes of Sydney's nightlife, much to the amusement of several women who were already filming my abject degradation. My heart was racing, I was in a cold sweat, and my eyes almost popped out of my head as I saw what the box had delivered to me. I realised that Jenna's "mercy" was not something that you earned by a simple walk in women's lingerie. I realised that Jenna had a completely different measure of what was "adequate humiliation", and it was a measure that was well off my chart. "Oh my God." I whispered, echoing the blonde's sentiments, without any of the mirth that obviously infected her. The cock-chastity-belt that the girl dangled in front of me had the effect of seriously damaging my erection. Combined with the natural effects of the cold night air, I was now clearly suffering from shrinkage. This only spurred on a few of the woman in the crowd to offer their opinions on my manhood. I couldn't believe the mob mentality that had formed, and I could scarcely understand how I'd so quickly become it's hapless target. Nor was that the only revelation from the box. A note flapped gently in the night breeze, and an older woman dressed in an expensive-looking blue dress bent down elegantly to retrieve it. She looked the younger side of forty, and there was an air of sophistication to her that somehow made my abasement even worse in comparison. A third woman, who I recognised as the brunette teenager who had so maliciously reduced my bottom to a red mass of spank marks, now swooped in to retrieve a final garment that threatened to blow off the bridge and into the water below. Stepping with light-footed swiftness in front of me, her eyes making contact with my own even as I lowered my head and tried to stare sullenly at my feet, she held up the garment for all to see. It was a shockingly small pink number that barely qualified as a skirt. It could scarcely lay claim to the name of a micro-skirt, and the teenager seemed to take great delight in holding it in front of my crotch, lips pursed as she sized up how little it would cover. As I tried to gather my wits to take the next course of action, the regal looking woman with the note beckoned for the crowd to fall silent. She obviously had something to say, and the crowd complied with an ominous and immediate silence. As the stars twinkled over head, and a nearby street light bathed me in a warm glow, the eeriness of the quiet bridge and the expectant crowd was - unbelievably - worse than the noise. At least with so many women casting their opinions so loudly, each opinion was almost drowned out by the others. Now - in the oppressive absence of sound - my heart started skipping beats, and I was having trouble staying on my feet. I had to actively resist the urge to sink to my knees, and just throw myself on the mercy of the heavens. The statuesque beauty coughed politely, and then addressed both me and every one around us. "The card asks me to read this out to everyone." the woman said, in a loud and clear voice that was clearly used to being respected. "This man..." she said, "believes the only jobs that a woman should be allowed to do are in the kitchen and in the bedroom." The woman arched an eyebrow at that, and paused as she gave me a stony look. "... he believes that women should be seen but not heard." Several of the women around us began to mutter angrily at that, and the silence rapidly gave way to a growing tide of anticipation at what was to befall me. "... he believes that a woman's worth should be measured by the size of her breasts, and no woman can be trusted in a position of leadership." the woman finished, before slowly putting the card in her bag, and turning back to face me. Seconds went by as she held me in her gaze, obvious contempt emanating from her eyes. I looked away, so as not to suffer under her penetrating look any longer than was necessary. I saw a few men in the audience. I could see a measure of sympathy etched in their faces, but I knew they would not come to my aid. The mood of the women in the crowd, by far in the majority, meant that I was well and truly on my own. None of what was on the card was true of course, but - helplessly - I realised there could be no victory in arguing the point. Even in my precarious predicament, I knew that any attempt to argue to subvert Jenna's intentions would lead to the end of my marriage. In my scrambled panic-stricken thoughts, I still held on to the tenuous belief that I would escape tonight with only my dignity ripped apart, and not my family too. As I turned back, I realised the woman had walked up close to me. As I looked up, she slapped me hard across the face, and looked back at the two teenagers who possessed my "outfit". "He is to wear those." she said simply, "He is to wear them back to his hotel. The card says that someone there will deliver him from his punishment." Returning to look back at me, she raised my chin up so I couldn't turn away. "This man is to learn the hard way..." pausing at this point to look meaningfully and contemptuously at shrunken man parts, "... that he is never to underestimate women... ever... again." The two teenagers didn't need any more prodding, and dashed forward with glee. They thrust the two halves of my costume into my unprotesting hands, and the brunette even got in one last slap on my ass as she rejoined the expectant crowd. I thought before tonight that I knew what embarrassment and humiliation was. Embarrassment was being at the stadium when my sports team messed up against our hated rivals in the final play of the match. Humiliation was being chewed out by my boss in the staff meeting for missing some unattainable sales target. I almost had to laugh at my own naivety. As I slipped on the cock chastity belt, I found a new definition of embarrassment. As the cock cage encased my penis and balls, I surrendered my manliness - what little I had left anyway - to every female who cared to look upon me. As I pulled the bright pink micro-skirt around my waist, the thin material flapping up and down in the moving air, I choose abject, total and irreversible humiliation over an expensive divorce and a bitter legal fight. I wondered for a second if I'd get away with not connecting the handcuffs to my wrists, that hung by short chains from the sides of the chastity belt. My ceaseless tormentors - the teenagers - weren't about to let me get away with that though, and sensing I was faltering, they stepped forward on each side and cuffed me with what seemed suspiciously like practiced ease. As the last handcuff closed around my wrist, the audience broke out into a spontaneous round of applause, and I was unceremoniously pushed forward. I was practically off the bridge and onto a main street, before I found my voice and begged for permission to be able to send a photo to Jenna. This tickled the fancy of many of my entourage, and within a matter of moments there were several photos of me restrained in my chastity bely and microskirt floating over the phone networks. I shuffled on in my high heels almost like a zombie, the disgrace of my attire turning the people around me into lusting animals. Fuelled on by alcohol and the novelty of this new form of entertainment, I was paraded through the main streets of Sydney, edging ever closer to my hotel. At some point a new txt message arrived, and I had to arch my back and crane my neck to see the screen, my hands bound to my side. The txt simply read: "The keys to your handcuffs will be given to you at the hotel." Cars tooted their horns as they drove past, and only the fact that I was surrounded by people probably saved me from arrest. As new people joined our group, the teenage girls made a point of lifting up my microskirt so that my cock cage was visible to the newcomers. If we had to stop at a street crossing, I was moved to the front of the queue, and my microskirt held up so that my bondage gear was exposed to anyone who idly passed by. More of than not, this only resulted in our group getting ever larger. As we moved along the streets of Sydney, and as the first glimpse of my hotel came into view, I even began to wonder if I'd ever be allowed to be a man again. My cock securely fastened in it's cage, and my wrists secured to my waist so that I couldn't even be afforded the small dignity of covering my crotch with my hands, I was truly lost in the moment. Even without being asked to do so, I began to answer every taunt and tease a woman gave me with "yes ma'am." and "thank you ma'am". This caused new heights of joy for the women who now controlled me, and they buffeted me with yet more comments just to hear my meek acceptance of their obvious superiority. Unable to see as far into the future as tomorrow - where surely this nightmare would be cleansed by the light of day - I began to strangely embrace my situation. A tiny, traitorous part of me almost began to wish that the hotel was further away, as it's large neon sign grew even more prominent in the skyline. Finally though, we arrived at the hotel, and my baying band of beautiful mistresses finally accepted that their fun was over. As I was treated to one last round of objectification and slaps on the various parts of my body, the girls began to peel away and head back to where they'd thought the night would originally take them. Surprisingly quickly, I was left alone outside the hotel. It was a surreal moment, as I went from surrounded by a gang, helpless and at their mercy, to simply being alone again in my own private humiliation. However, I knew deep in the pit of my stomach that I now had one final act to perform. Gulping, and beyond hope now, I walked into the hotel - the hotel that knew my name and my address - and presented myself to the shocked reception staff. I could barely get the words out as I tried to explain that I'd locked myself out and needed an access card. As both the female reception staff came around the front desk to take a better look, I could see in their eyes the absolute disgust with how I'd "chosen" to dress. I opened my mouth to try and defend my honour, but there was nothing left to defend, and no excuse that would suffice anyway. Later, I'd debate the question of what was worse - that I stood in front of two hotel staff in a cock cage chastity belt and pink microskirt, or that they recognised me sufficiently to know that I really was one of their guests. More than anything else that had been said throughout my journey, the most embarrassing thing I heard all night was when one of the reception staff wished me a good night by using my real name. Humiliated, and hoping beyond hope they wouldn't be on the desk when I checked out tomorrow, I finally shuffled off with an access card in my hand. At least one thing went right for me that night though, and it was that the elevator ride up to my floor was uneventful. I staggered out into the hallway to find no-one else around. Not overly surprising at this time of night. Even in my current state of sensory overload though, one odd thought did fight it's way through to the front of my mind. Outside my room, a maid's trolley sat unattended, snd now that I stumbled closer, I could see that my door was slightly ajar. At any other time, this would have sent alarm bells ringing and put me on high alert. I was too exhausted for that, and just numbly nudged the door open with my foot. Stepping inside, I discovered the lights were already on. And she was there. I stood in the small hallway, the bathroom on my left, and the bedroom opening out before me. Blonde, tall, and dressed in a hotel maid's outfit, I instantly recognised her. Isabella. My mistress... no... I corrected myself, shivering as I thought of having to go through tonight all over again... my _ex-mistress_. She was so damn beautiful though. I couldn't help but think that, just as I couldn't help but think about how she must be looking at me now. Defeated, disgraced and degraded, I simply held my ground, and let her name tumble from my mouth. "Isabella..." Isabella smiled at me, and held up a hand. In it, sat a shiny metal key. I knew what it opened, just as I instantly knew what that meant. "I'm..." I started, beginning a feeble attempt at an apology. "Oh..." Isabella said, sweetly, "... don't worry. Shh..." Isabella held a finger up to her lips. "Please, don't worry..." Isabella continued, "Jenna and I have just one more small way of making sure you never repeat your old mistakes, and then we'll leave you to your happy family..." She moved closer, and I could sense her perfume. Despite all that had happened, I still couldn't help wanting to have her. Unbidden, thoughts of making love to her resurfaced, and I desperately tried to suppress them as my erection began to battle the confines of my cock cage. Moving around so that she was now behind me, Isabella began to massage my aching shoulders. The feel of her touching me almost kicked me into overdrive, and I fought valiantly against all my old desires. Leaning in, the perfume was now unescapable, and I groaned as the cock cage cruelly kept my penis locked up. "I hope you don't mind." Isabelle said, "Jenna helped me let myself in, and I even restocked your mini fridge for you." "Do you remember, sweetheart?" Isabella whispered softly, "... the last time we made love? That magical night when, after I allowed you to take me from behind - the first man I'd ever let take me up my ass - you told me that all this time you'd been married?" The apparently warm and caring tone of Isabella's voice seemed completely at odds with the words she spoke. I was a mess of confusion and anticipation, swaying between fear and lust in mad abandon. "Oh, how I remember that night." Isabella laughed lightly, "As I realised that my sore ass also made me a possible home wrecker..." Her massaging of my shoulders became more vigorous now, and I grunted in pain more than a few times as she dug her nails in. "I still remember that night though," Isabella said, wistfully, "and I remember how much you enjoy anal sex." Stopping now, she moved gracefully around to face me, and gently guided me to the mini-fridge. "So before I say goodbye for ever, before I unlock your restraints and we close this chapter of our lives, Jenna permitted me to have sex with you one... last... time..." Isabella practically breathed the final few words, and I groaned some more as my restraints viciously compressed my struggling manhood. "... and since I know how much you enjoy anal..." Isabella said, with a wink and a smirk, "... let's finish with something you'll remember me by. One last lesson for that cheating ass of yours..." My eyes followed her left hand down to the mini-fridge door, where she let is swing open with a gently pull. Sitting prominently in the middle of the mini-fridge, and with all the snacks and drinks gone from sight, sat a large black strap-on dildo and a tube of lubricant. As the realisation of what she intended to do settled in, my mind simply went blank. Her next words filled up the vacuum in my head, and they suddenly became all I could focus on. "Now," Isabella said, her voice finally betraying an edge of anger to it, "be a good boy and bend over..." THE END. [All comments and feedback welcome, both positive and constructively negative. Especially interested in PMs from dominant women who enjoy this genre, but in fact PMs from everyone else are welcome too. :) Thanks for reading.] Valentine's Day A weekend at a beach front resort, dinner tonight at a 5 star restaurant, all the makings to a perfect valentine weekend. Pulling to the front of the resort I open your door and hand you the room key. "Mistress, go make yourself comfortable in the room, I am going to park the car and bring up your luggage". Pulling into the parking garage, and unloading your bags, I am dreaming how romantic this weekend will be. My cock swelling in its cage, locked tightly since New Year's Eve. The room is beautiful, overlooking the pool and tropical oasis, with a picture perfect view of the setting sun into the ocean. Upon entering the room, you run up to me giving me a big kiss jamming your tongue into my mouth. "Cuckie, the room is perfect, someone is going to be fucked so hard tonight they are going to forget their name"! "Mistress I got you a little present to wear to dinner tonight". Reaching into my bag I pull out a couple of boxes. I love giving you gifts and seeing how much you enjoy them. The first box, a sexy black evening dress. Box number two reveals matching black panties, bra, garter belt and stockings. Box three, sexy black pumps. You jump into my arms Kissing me again. "Tonight will be a night to remember cuckie". "Cuckie, while I get dressed, could you go down and order champagne, I would like to have a chilled bottle in the room after dinner". Heading to the concierge desk to arrange the chilled champagne. I am dreaming of tonight, it has been over two and a half months since my last orgasm. But it certainly sounds like tonight will be the end of that. I have been orgasm free for that time locked away in chastity. All the while, you have been having many with your newest lover, his cock seems to be endlessly hard. Returning to the room, you look beautiful in your new outfit, I can't help but drop to my knees and kiss your feet in your new shoes. "Mistress I am the luckiest slave in the world". Laughing you say "We will see" as we head down to our dinner reservation. We order a bottle of champagne. The waiter returns with two glasses and the bottle, pouring the glasses and setting them before us. Picking up the Glasses to toast the night. You look deep into my eyes suddenly I feel your foot teasing my balls under the table. My cock so hard in its tight prison. "Cuckie, I have a little surprise for you" reaching into your purse you pull out a small jar filled with your champagne. You reach over and take away the glass of champagne the waiter poured me. "Go to the bar and get yourself a new champagne glass." Returning to the table my mouth drops. Sitting next to you is your latest lover. The two of you kissing and fondling each other like honeymooners. I sit back down shocked. You grab my new glass and pour your champagne into it. "Here's to a night we won't soon forget". Toasting the night. You and your lover kiss deeply and passionately. "Cuckie, when I said upstairs that someone was going to be fucked so hard they would forget their name, you didn't think that was going to be you." As you and your lover almost cry laughing. "Cuckie, hurry up and finish drinking the precious champagne I allowed you, then go wait in the car, tonight is for lovers". Finishing your champagne, as I get up to leave, you reach under your skirt and pull off your new panties. "Cuckie, I won't be needing these tonight, plus they are soooooo wet from me thinking about this big cock" as you rub your lovers bulge. Feeling defeated, I head to the car and crawl into the back seat. I Bring your panties to my nose inhaling your wonderful scent. My Cock forever trapped in its tight prison. Two hours pass and I receive a text from you to come back in. Arriving at the table the two of you are feeling the effects of the champagne, kissing, unable to keep your hands off each other. "Cuckie, Pay the waiter for our meal". I reach into my wallet and pay a confused looking waiter for the 5 star dinner you just ate. Looking at the waiter you tell him to wrap up whatever scrapes are left on the plates. "Give them to my husband for his dinner." Approaching the elevator you look at me. "Where do you think you're going slut, you are sleeping in the car tonight. And one other little surprise, open the box in the trunk and read the instructions". I retrieve the box bring and bring into the back seat. Opening it I see your ejaculating dildo and many condoms full of cum. Your note reads "Fill the ejaculating dildo with one of the condoms, then suck the dildo till you get a text that my lover has cum. Then pump his cum from the dildo into your mouth. Refill and repeat, everytime he cums up here, I want you to experience it there". I jam the dildo into my mouth knowing I would do anything to please you and share this wonderful night with you. While I am laying in the back seat of your car, I am thankful for the dark tint on the windows. The idea of me laying in the back seat in a parking garage. Dildo in my mouth, panties over my nose, and a cock rock hard in it cage has my mind swirling with lust and how much I love serving you. I am quickly snapped out of my dream world as I get a text from you that your lover has just cum while giving you a mind blowing orgasm. I know what to do, I squeeze the cum filled bulb as it injects the cum filled dildo into my mouth. Feeling humiliated and shamed this process goes on for hours till finally the text messages stop and I drift off to sleep. Morning I am awaken to a text form you telling me to come up to your suite. My mouth sore from being stretched all night sucking your dildo and pumping cum into my mouth. My stomach growls, I have only had scrapes from your plates and condoms full of cum all night. Knocking at your door. Your naked lover opens the door. As I enter, the room smells of sex, my senses are overwhelmed, my cock hardens, painfully trapped in its cage at the sights and smells. Your lover joins you back on the bed, the two of you kissing as you spread your legs summoning me over. I crawl between your spread thighs, your pussy raw from the night of passion covered in your dried juices and your lovers caked cum. As I gently lick and suck you clean you stroke your lovers cock. His hard cock huge in comparison to my cage little dick. "Look at this huge cock while you suck me clean." My eyes lock on your hands stroking his man meat. "Cuckie, are you enjoying the nice breakfast we prepared for you all night?" The two of you laughing. Your lover starts to moan. "Cuckie, get your mouth up here, he is about to cum, and I think it is time you got his cum right from the source." I move my open mouth towards his cock. Just as he is blowing a huge load you push my head down jamming his cock to the back of my throat. I have no choice but to swallow his thick load. I gag and choke as the two of you embrace. Kicking me aside. "Cuckie get the fuck out of here, we are going to spend our day at the beach and pool. We will text you whenever we need something and you better be quick about it or there will be hell to pay when we get home." I leave the room and head back to your car and my backseat prison to await any texts. Such a special valentine's day. Valentine's Day We had talked about what you wanted for Valentine’s Day, I just doubt you ever thought we would do it. And usually when we talked about these things you were on your belly with your fingers working busily on your hard clit. I left you on the bed after work (who would plan Valentine’s Day on a workday?), face down, with the covers pulled over you. Peaking out from under the blanket are three ropes, two attaching your feet to the corners of the footboard, and one pulling your left hand towards the headboard. I left your right hand free to wander, trusting that you won’t pull the blindfold off. I kiss you on the cheek, and whisper that I’ll be right back. You pass your free hand up to my lips so I can taste how wet your pussy is already. “Hurry, I’m not sure how long I can keep at the edge.” I slip out, locking the door behind me, heading to the bar. ~~~ The bar was crowded, full of couples out celebrating Valentine’s Day. There was already a lot of groping in the corners. A bunch of men were gathered around me, their girlfriends scattered at the bar and tables. I hadn’t met them before. “She’s hot, right?” “Fuck yeah, she’s hot! She’s my girlfriend, for Christ’s sake. Big tits, lovely ass, full lips, amazing hair. And she loves to fuck.” “So, we get to fuck her, right?” “Yes.” “And what do you get out of this?” “Yours.” “Mine what?” “Your girlfriends. All of them.” “Really, you think you can fuck all of our girlfriends? All ten of ours? ‘Cause I know all ten of us can fuck your girlfriend” “I’d like to give it a try.” There was general murmuring and then silence in the bar. The men dispersed to their women and the volume raised. Many hard glances were thrown my way, some appraising ones. I looked a little deeper into my scotch, trusting in the power of a totally spontaneous, idiotic idea. A lot of shit that makes no sense whatsoever sometimes happens in situations like this. Pair by pair they trickled over to me, all agreeing, with different degrees of enthusiasm, some curious, some hungry, some I would have to keep an eye on. All types, all types. Checking me out, checking the competition out. Warming. “OK, let’s go. It’s nearby, and we’ve been keeping her too long.” We gathered our coats, pushed into the February night. ~~~ You had been busy while I’d been gone. The sheets and blankets were in a sweaty knot at the foot of the bed, and back and ass were flushed a deep red. The puddle beneath you had spread beyond your hips. Somehow you had gotten the little dildo out from the bedside table drawer and into your ass. I turned to look at the group behind me and faced their broad grins. Your order came, muffled by the pillow and strained by tension, but clear enough. “Strip.” And then there was an eager clatter of zippers, buttons, dropped jackets, sweaters, shoes, pants, shirts, bras, underwear, panties. I lean down next to your ear. “There are a lot of them, I hope you can handle them all. You’d like them, but you’ll never see them. You’ll never know them, you’ll just feel them. They’re big – you’ll definitely feel them.” “I won’t send our guests home disappointed. Just as long as you do your share, too.” I look at the women undressing, and add my grin to their men. “I’ll do my best, but I may need some help.” A couple walked to the bed, hand in hand, smiling, naked. He’s tall and slight, black with a big cock, starting to swell. She’s white, big tits, nice big ass and a dirty sway to her hips. She licks her lips looking at us, and I can’t tell which one she’s looking at. He swings a leg over your head, pressing his cock against your lips, while she drops between your legs, pressing her face against your wet cunt. “Oh yeah, she’s more than ready,” she says for the room to hear. Her right hand starts working the dildo in and out of your ass. Her man lets out a long moan as you take his cock between your lips, feeling it grow, getting it ready for your own pussy. He starts thrusting deeply into your mouth, too fast, too excited. You handle it with your free hand and tell him to fuck your cunt. “Now.” He moves behind you, the girl lying back next to you on our bed. Her legs splay open, showing her trimmed pussy, and she gives me a wicked inviting smile. His cock slides easily into your cunt, but you give a little grimace as it stretches you. You reach back to fondle his balls, but she leans over and grabs your hand. She’s surprisingly strong. With her other hand she takes my cock and guides it up to her mouth, sucking me just long enough to get me hard and wet. Pressing her lips against your ear she whispers, “Oh, no, you just take it tonight. You just get fucked. You just make all these cocks cum, and you’ll get off, trust me.” She reaches over and ties your free hand down with the extra rope dangling from the bed post. I move down her body, pausing to fuck her tits a couple of times before moving my cock into her cunt. We gasp together, you and I, and start fucking, you thrusting your hips at the mine behind you, and I’m stroking my cock into the girl spread before me. I know I have to go easy, or there’s no way I’ll be able to fuck all these women. Behind us, the crowd is getting restive. Hands are wandering over cocks, cupping tits, pinching nipples, fingering pussies. Women drop to their knees, sucking cocks they’ve never met. Another man crowds onto the bed (I think disjointedly that we should have gotten the king-size), pressing his cock against your mouth. You suck it in, mid-groan. He’s not as big as the man fucking you, and you take it deeper in your mouth, balls slapping against your clit and your chin. A small Asian woman pushes her head between my belly and the cunt I’m fucking. I feel her tongue flickering around the clit, slipping up and down my cock as I slide into the gripping pussy. I reach over her back to finger her ass and pussy, finding the other woman’s fingers already there. This is too much and I have to pull out. Hmm, this isn’t going at all how I planned: I’d pictured a line of men fucking you and me fucking a line of women. It’s totally breaking down, and everyone is fucking each other, pulling out blankets to lie on the floor, pushing couch cushions together as a makeshift bed, and just laying across each other, fucking. Hell, I’m gonna put aside my retentiveness and just go with this, ‘cause my cock is so hard it’s pointing at the ceiling. I move back to the bed, but see that my spot’s been taken by a built South Asian man, who’s fucking hard. The men fucking you have switched, and a third has pulled the dildo out of your ass. He’s fingering your ass with three of his fingers and is working on a fourth. A hand grabs my cock and pulls me to the floor. A black woman smiles from over her shoulder, running a hand down over her ass, tugging my cock into her cunt. I grab onto her tits and push myself roughly into her. She gives me a “yes” and then a “harder”, taking my hands and moving them to her throat. I wrap them around her neck and her eyes roll back into her head as her lips spread into an ear-to-ear grin. “Yeah, she likes that,” a soft voice whispers behind me, “do you like this?” she asks, spreading my ass and running a finger over my asshole. I bite my lip and nod, embarrassed and incredibly excited. Her finger disappears for a moment and returns slick, sliding around my rim. She puts a little pressure behind it and slips in, a little. “Oh, this will never work,” she sighs and drops down my back. I feel her firm hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and pressing her tongue against my asshole. A sharp gasp in front of me reminds me to loosen my hands. “Oh, sorry,” I mutter. “’S okay.” The woman behind me has wormed her tongue into my ass and is rimming me deep. She pulls her tongue out and replaces it with her fingers. Two, then three. Oh shit, this is getting to be too much. I pull out of the woman I’m fucking and lay back against the woman fucking me. The one in front of me spins around and takes my cock back into her mouth, licking my cock clean of her pussy juices. Then she gives me a little pout and moves on to more likely prospects. Soon she’s getting fucked hard by two guys holding her down. On the bed, the two guys fucking you take turns cumming, one in you, one on you. A hot little red head, short and all curves, immediately moves over and starts eating you out, digging her tongue deep into your cunt. Your pussy twitchs around her invading tongue, pushing the cum into her mouth. She swallows it greedily and moves up over your ass, licking the cum that has dripped down the crack and gathered at the base of your spine. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum tonight. Many with the first guy, more with the second, and once getting your pussy cleaned of cum. More men move in around you, cocks dripping. One of them, with a long, thin cock, spreads your ass and starts lubing up his cock with the KY that’s being passed around. And then adds a healthy dollop to your asshole, working it in with two, three, and then four fingers. You’re completely relaxed from cumming so many times, and your ass opens up for him. A man moves in front of you, and you take his offered prick into your mouth. Behind you, you feel the cock lining up against your tight hole and then start to slide in. He’s narrower than what you’re used to, but long, and he knows what he’s doing. Slowly and gently he works his cock deep into your ass. You breathe deep around the cock in your mouth, and you can feel a talented fingernail tweaking your clit. The woman behind me whispers, “You want to get closer right? You want to see your girlfriend fucked in the ass, right,” punctuating each point with a little deeper thrust of her fingers into me. I still haven’t seen her, but can feel her small tits pressed hard against my back. I don’t answer and don’t need to. She propels me to the bed where I lie next to you, head near your ass. He’s fucking you smoothly now, deep into your ass and you’re thrusting back against him. Your hips are going to be bruised tomorrow from his grip on you, but that’s tomorrow. Right now you’re emitting a long wail that wavers just in and out of human hearing. The cock you’re sucking on has shot off on your face, and is dripping onto the pillows. The man behind you isn’t going to last much longer in your tight ass, and you start bucking hard against him, chanting under your breath, “cumcumcumcumcum, Now!” And he does, deep inside you, setting off another orgasm in your pussy, soaking the hand working your clit. “Now, right?” asks the woman still working my ass. “Yeah,” you reply, exhaustedly. Hands grab me suddenly, while I’m lying there, and I see you stand up, loosened from your bonds. “What the fuck,” I get out as my hands and feet are quickly and expertly tied to the bed. The last thing I see is a big smile on your face before the blindfold is slipped on. I can’t fight it, so I joined it. I feel you pressing against me, sticky with and smelling of cum and pussy. You kiss me and I taste the other men on your tongue. “My Love, you are so trusting. I mean, really, think about it,” I can’t reply because a wet pussy settles on my face and I’m busy sticking my tongue into it. “Didn’t it occur to you that it was pretty easy to convince ten hot couples you just met in a bar to come up here and have sex with somebody they had never met?” I paused mid-lick. A good point. “We had an agreement, me and the group. If you couldn’t figure it out by the time I got fucked in the ass, they would get to have their way with you. And me. And here we are.” I‘m neglecting my licking duties, and the pussy begins to grind against my face. I get back to it as the woman reached back and, grabbing my hair, pulled me deeper into her cunt. “So,” you say, grabbing my cock for emphasis, “you’re going to get fucked. Ready? Don’t bother answering.” Something hot and wet engulfs my cock, and I can feel a vigorous tongue running up and down the shaft. Whoever this is knows what they’re doing. “Oh, Babe,” you continue, “you should see this – your cock is really stretching his lips, but I think he’s going to take it all.” He? Something else we had talked about, but I didn’t realize this was the night. OK, can’t fight, so then enjoy. And he’s really good. “Excuse me for a second, Love, but there’s this really hot pussy in front of me that I’m going to eat out now. I’d tell you what she looked like, but then you didn’t let me see who was fucking me, right? She’s hot, though, and dripping, and…” You get cut off and I can just hear the sounds of your licking over the moans of the girl. The mouth on my cock pulls away and the cunt on my face moves away. I take a deep breath and lick my lips, collecting the taste of her pussy. I feel legs pressed on either side of my hips. Someone leaned down over me to speak into my ear. A pair of large tits pressed against me, making my cock grow another notch. “Your girlfriend tells me you like ass-fucking.” I nod. “Here’s mine. Enjoy.” And something amazingly hot and tight stretches around my cock. Oh my God. This girl is good, and she works my cock expertly in her ass, keeping me from cumming. “How’s that feel? How’s your cock feel in my ass? Mmmm, I love an ass fucking.” Oh, God, you know how helpless I am when women start talking dirty. “I think your girlfriend likes it, too. You should see her next to you taking it in the ass from two guys, one after the other, while she eats that pussy. Speaking of which, here’s some for you.” I open my mouth to start eating the expected pussy, but a hard cock passes through my lips instead. Hmm, so this is what it’s all about. OK, let’s see where this will go (where do you think this will go, Idiot?). I go for it and start sucking on the cock, sucking it like I always wanted to be sucked. It does the trick, judging from his insistent thrusting. “Oh, shit,” gasps the girl fucking me with her ass, “that’s what I like to see,” as she slips into a long and loud orgasm. She pulls off of me, leaving my cock twitching angrily in the air. “OK, you liked her ass,” I hear you say after taking your girl to a throat wrenching orgasm. You’re kind of hiccupping, though, with the alternating thrust of the men taking turns in your ass. “Now try his.” Another incredibly hot, tight ass slips over my cock, and I can feel his balls pressing against my belly as he bottoms out on my dick. Hard to saw which felt better, which turned me on more. I always dig a hot woman, but then again I’m not above doing something just because it’s nasty, you know. The cock pulls out of my mouth, and he whispers gruffly in my ear, that was good, and now I’m going to fuck your girlfriend with it.” A moment later I hear your tell-tale moan as he shoves his cock into your cunt. The men fucking your ass move on to one of the other willing partners scattered around the room. Suddenly there is more weight on my belly when a woman slides the cock of the man I’m fucking into her pussy. She leans backward onto me, stretching her body the length of mine. She stretches her arms up around my head and she twists her neck around to kiss me. He tongue tangles mine and then I feel a third join us. Yours. You lick around my ear, whispering as you go. “You like that? How is his ass? Which do you prefer? Did you like sucking the cock fucking me? I liked licking the pussy fucking the man you’re fucking. Are you ready for more fucking? Are you ready for me?” “Oh, God yes,” I gasp from among our lips. The ass on my cock is gone; the woman on his cock is gone. And then you’re there. You’re tight cunt pushes on over my cock and your beautiful tits press against me. I feel the people gathering around us. You’re pulled upright and gasp as mouths attach to your nipples, a third mouth nuzzling down onto your clit. Slim fingers invade your ass, followed by the little purple dildo you like so much. Your moans are muffled suddenly by a hard cock in your mouth. Your fingers are pressed into a pussy with one hand and closed around a cock with the other. A hot, wet cunt drops onto my mouth, and my legs are pulled apart so someone can get into my ass. A cock is placed in my left hand, and another pussy in my right. And your cunt is fucking me, fast and hard, and I know this is it. A strong hand grips my cock tightly at the base, preventing me from cumming, whispering, “wait, wait, don’t you know it’s ‘Ladies first’?” Ah, yes. One by one the people exploded around us, cumming on my face, in your hand, my hand onto your tits where it’s immediately licked up, and all around us on the floor. This is getting to be torture for me, I need you to cum so I can, and finally I feel the flutterings in your cunt, the hard thrusts against the mouth latched to your clit, and then you are over and I’m following. It’s never been this good. We have good sex, all the time, but this is another level. I feel your cum dripping down my hips, mixing with my cum seeping out of your cunt. And one-by-one my muscles relax, completely, and I can’t move. You drop onto me, as our various partners move away, gathering their clothes, showing themselves out. Muffled goodbyes, muffled thank yous. We’re alone, again, and you’re untying my bonds. “So,” you say, “what did you get me?” Valentine's Day It had been a week since Adamante and Mithrell left the subterranean depths of Menzoberranzan. They were walking along the well-worn trail towards the town of Waterdeep when Adamante suddenly stopped them. She sensed trouble when he moved before her, meeting her questioning gaze. "m'Lady, there are some matters that I need to take care of before we reach Waterdeep. I was wondering if you would release me to take care of these before we meet back up at the Black Dragon." Mithrell sighed, her gaze dropping down. It was three days before the St. Valentieus celebration, and she had several things she wanted to tell him. She bit her lip, closing her eyes a moment, before returning her eyes to his. "If you must, Addy, then I release you. Please, though, don't be gone more than three days. I will miss you." A glint stole into Adamante's eyes, and he bowed his head as well before Mithrell could catch it, his voice somber and heavy. "As you wish, m'Lady, so it shall be done." He took a knee before her and kissed her hand, then turned west and sprinted off into the trees. She watched him go, a slight shiver passing through her. The shiver stopped abruptly as her gaze dropped to his well-formed backside, an instant before he vanished into a gully. Her hands fingered the twin elven short swords absently before she continued upon the path to Waterdeep. She checked into a room at the Rushing River Inn, occasionally looking behind her, half-expecting to see her black-robed guard standing behind her. At long last, she checked into her room. She ran her fingers over the mahogany table, her gaze lingering over the candles. She shivered as she remembered that night in Menzo, and she clenched her thighs together at the fond memory. She ran her fingers unconsciously over her curves, remembering his hands... shaking her head, she climbed into bed. She turned the storm lamp down and laid back, her eyes staring unseeing at the wooden rafters. She closed the bright violet orbs, her fingers traveling down her beautiful form. In her mind she saw him, leaning over her, his breath warming her lips. His fingers became hers, traveling over her shoulders, down her collarbone. She gasped, a soft moan leaving her lips as her fingers found the aching nubs of her nipples. She squeezed and caressed them, just as he had done, before letting the digits flow over the perfectly rounded orbs, and lower still. She stiffened, her back arching as her fingers found the glistening petals of her woman's flower. She bit her lip, a tremor flowing through her, as she caressed the sensitive lips, her fingers tracing their soft folds, smelling her own desire leak from them. Her breathing became swifter, more hoarse, as she let her fingers travel up to the pearl of her desire, stroking it gently. She imagined him torturing her there, his fingers agonizingly light over the swollen pip, his lips inches from hers, his body so close. She whispered his name softly, and a cry rent from the very depths of pleasure burst from her lips as she slowly slid two fingers inside her channel. Her hips bucked as she started moving them back and forth, her thumb on her nub of pleasure, her nipples hard to aching, breath fast and desperate. Faster and faster she moved, until her hand was a blur, her only thought upon him and her aching need. With stifled breath, growl of lust, and arching back, her peak took her over. She shuddered for long moments afterwards, her entire frame quaking with the aftershocks of her climax. she lifted her fingers to her lips, tasting of herself, and reached up to her cheek. She brushed a tear from her eye as she settled finally, sleep taking her as she wished he would. The next day passed without incident. She rose, dressed, and went down to the marketplace. She perused through various wands, staves, weapons, and jewelry, before she finally settled. He will love this, she thought as she purchased a carved ebony quarterstaff, the top carved with the head of a dragon, the bottom ending in a sharp blade of steel, acid etched to form the dragon's tail. She paid the 50 gold pieces for it, and took it back up to her room. She ate a light supper of ale, bread, cheese, and fresh fruit, then settled in for a long evening rest. She arose the next day to the sounds of beating drums, clashing cymbals, and laughter. She dressed and walked to the balcony, and watched the opening festivities to the St. Valentineus celebration, She sighed softly as she did not see Adamante, and she went down to join in the fun. The day transpired a little sadly for Mithrell, taking her part in dancing with several amorous young males, all of whom she turned down, and sitting and watching. At sunset, she went back to the inn, reminding herself that he had business to take care of, and that she should not have expected him to return so soon. She walked back up to her room, noticing the lingering glances people gave to her as she walked, and the smiles on their faces. She opened the door and stepped inside. Waiting for her there was Adamante Necronis. He was dressed in flowing dress robes of navy blue, a polished oak quarterstaff in his hand. All around him were roses of yellow, crimson, and black, with lilies, lavender, baby's breath, and tulips scattered in. On the table were two candles of plated silver, their tips glowing with the light of two sprites captured for that sole purpose. The meal set there was exquisite: pasta with a rich cream sauce, topped with oysters, shrimp, and scallops. Her eyes looked to the wine bottle... an elven wine dated well over five centuries previous, with two hand-cut crystal chalices, both bearing the rune of eternity Mithrell saw so often on the weapons of her guard. He rose and took a knee before Mithrell. "m'Lady, forgive me for being late. My business took me longer than I thought it would, and I promise to be back as per your commands the next time such an event should separate us." There was a long moment of silence, and Adamante looked up to see her eyes brimming with tears, her lips moving but no words coming out. He rose and smiled, kissing her upon the lips gently, before guiding her to the table. A box that she did not notice there before was sitting before her plate, and his hand motioned over to her to open it. She unwound the intricate ribbon of crimson velvet and slowly pulled the two halves of the box apart. Her gasp of surprise rent the air as she pulled out a colorful wand, tied with bright streamers of crimson and silver. She swiftly cast Identify on the rod, and almost screamed when she found out what it was: a Wand of Wonder. She stared at him, dumbfounded, before she managed to stammer out a thank you. She reached behind her and pulled out the quarterstaff she purchased for him. He took it and smiled to her, his own eyes brimming with tears of happiness. He motioned her to the table and pulled out a seat for her. She took the proffered chair, and waited for him to sit. They ate in silence, volumes being shared between their eyes. He smiled at her, and she blushed before gazing deep into his storm-grey orbs. Long moments of silence, never tense but always sharing, passed between them as they ate. When they finished, Adamante stood and took Mithrell by the hand, then waved his hand before taking her in his arms. Soft music began to play at his command, and they danced, a slow and caring dance, her head resting on his shoulder as they slowly revolved. She was soothed by the deep rumble of his voice, a soft murmur in her ears, though she heard every word. "Mithrell, since the day that you took me under your wing I have cared for you. More than a servant to their charge, but as a friend, and as more." She looked into his eyes, eternal caring and understanding in her gaze as he continued. "What I am going to say is going to sound very strange, and maybe frightening, but I can no longer keep it inside." She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. "I love you, Mithrell Kendermore. Whatever fate brought us together, I am thankful for every day. With my role as your protector, I can keep you safe from any harm. I can always be here for you if you need me, and I will never leave you." Tears brimmed at her eyes as she stopped, her hands taking his. "I know, Addy... by St. Cuthbert, I know. I have seen the way you protect me... as hard as your namesake. There is more than money driving you to me... and I know it for a fact. I love you too, Adamante Necronis. More than words can say." Their faces hovered inches away from one another, caring and devotion mirrored in each others eyes. Their lips met, and between the two, a kiss was shared so passionate it could make doves weep with joy. As the kiss lingered, the two fell back onto the bed, covered with crimson satin sheets and black rose petals. He pulled away, and slowly began shedding his over-robes. Her fingers found the fastenings to her tunic, and she undid them without thought, their eyes locked upon one another. She only dimly noted the fresh scarring upon the left side of his chest, a rune of protection nestled between their two names. He stepped out of his pants as she slid hers to the floor, and she welcomed the comforting presence of his body atop hers as they slid back onto the bed. By the light of a rosewood and oak fire blazing in the fireplace, their lips met again, and a cry of joy and fulfillment escaped Mithrell's lips as they became one. Her back arched under his, pressing more firmly to his frame as the kiss grew more sensual. Their lips parted, tongues meeting and slowly intertwining as they made love. Sweat glistened from both of their bodies as they moved as one entity, the motions hypnotic, sensual, and loving. There was no wild abandon, no desperate headlong rush to climax. All that existed were them. No inn, no town, no world. just an endless void in which existed only Mithrell Kendermore and Adamante Necronis. From their love a new life would spring forth. From their caring could it be sustained. Time seemed to stretch into eternity as they were lost in the pleasure. Mithrell's back arched, and she broke from the kiss to moan softly in pleasure. Her entire being seemed to concentrate, and then explode outwards in a white sheen of pure sensual delight. She could feel him stiffen, then shudder in pleasure, his warmth coating her insides in a pearly sheen of essence. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself up to press against him, and together they lay locked until they both quieted. With one last lingering kiss, they slipped off into slumber, the fire slowly dying away to ash, a new fire burning in their hearts, fueled be desire and caring eternally between them. Valentine's Day The woman: Peaches and cream, long black hair, long legs, nice smile The man: Chocolate candy kisses, shaved head, wide shoulders, incredible smile The doorbell rang precisely at 8:00. Right on time. I wonder if you were hanging out outside, waiting for it to be exact the time you told me you'd be over. I open the door and there you are. All dressed up, a suit and tie and smelling like expensive cologne and a smell that is all your own: my lover's smell. You're holding a bouquet of wildflowers and cream roses. You remembered they were my favorite, a little bit wild, a little bit classy. Sort of like me. I wear a silky, long red and beige robe. You look me up and down and smile, "What's under the robe Marla?" Without a word I turn around, unfasten the silky tie around my waist and let the robe open. I slowly push the soft material off one shoulder, a strip of red lace is left in its wake, and then I look back at you with my best seductress eyes. "Would you like to see more?" I ask. It's a rhetorical question but I love those, I love to see your reaction to them. I love the words baby. You know that. You know that I need your voice, that it turns me on. "Oh yes, please continue darlin'" you drawl with that rich-as-dripping-molasses voice. It's the second sentence that you've uttered since you stepped into my home and already I am dripping wet; my pussy reacting to your smell and your voice and to the look of you. I slowly push off the robe from the other shoulder, my back still to you, while I control the speed with which it falls from my body. Slowly the tight red teddy that I'm wearing is revealed. The robe slowly falls down my back, over my ass and down my thighs before I finally let it pool around my feet. I slowly turn around for you, "Do you like it baby?" You don't say anything; just look me over from head to toe. I know what you see; my long hair picked up in a loose chignon, stray hairs falling on my forehead and shoulders, the flawless makeup and bright red lips, my large, heavy breasts and nipples peeking through the lacy garment, the high cut of the teddy showing off my thighs, my long tanned legs wrapped up in red high heeled ankle strap sandals. You see a seductress, a woman who wants to please her lover above all else. When I see that you have finished your perusal and before your eyes get to wander back up to my face, I bend forward and lick your earlobe. I'm tall with these sandals, almost 6 foot, almost as tall as you. I leave your ear wet and move to kiss your jaw, your chin and finally your lips. It takes all of my will not to strip you, not to kiss you hard, but I love this teasing game almost as much as you do and so with a sigh I move back from your soft, full lips. "I ordered sushi for dinner. Are you hungry now baby or would you like a drink first? Put something on the stereo while I put these gorgeous flowers in water." "I'm always hungry when I'm around you but a drink sounds great," you say as you move towards the stereo. From the corner of my eye I see you select a jazz favorite of mine. It's a perfect choice. It goes perfectly with all of the candles that have been lit around my house; hundreds of them, the only light except for a recessed bulb below the soffet in the kitchen. I walk over to you and hand you your drink. "You look beautiful, good enough to eat," you say. "So do you" I say, "but then again, you always do." I say in breathy voice. God I want you right this second. I don't want to wait and yet I know that doing so will make it richer, better. The fact that you don't touch me, that your hands are not all over me are a testament to your will power and to your dedication to this game. Such a tease. Such patience. It makes me want you so much more. But you already know that. You can feel my restlessness and slowly stroke my neck with the pad of your index finger, sending shivers down my body, making my nipples so hard it almost hurts. You notice and take the cool drink and rub the glass lightly around both my nipples. It makes me moan and close my eyes, the sensation so crystalline pure, the connection between nipple and pussy so electric that I fear my legs may buckle underneath me. As if you understand exactly what is to happen you take your finger and glass away from my body and whisper close, "Let's go and eat darlin, I'm ravished." We sit down to dinner at a table that is set with sushi and sauce plates, chopsticks and candles and all kinds of sushi rolls. "I have something for you," I say as you begin to eat. I pull out a book from behind a row of candles. "it's a book of fantasies, I wanted to read you a story while you ate." I can see by the look in your eyes that you're intrigued by what is coming. I turn the page to the story I want to read to you and begin. It's a story of a woman walking in a seedy area of Los Angeles, she's about to pick up a john, she's dressed in a short mini-skirt and a tight shirt that shows off her ample bosom. Across the street are some young punks, making catcalls at her as a john or prospective john pulls up in a brand new jaguar. She starts to negotiate with this man and she's afraid, she's very afraid that this man will leave and that these boys across the street will rape her. They advance to her side of the street as she negotiates with the guy. They start to touch her; the man in the car starts to drive off. She's terrified, she needs him to pick her up, so she decides to sell herself for very cheap. The boys have already taken off her top when the man in the car stops and lets her in. I can see by your eyes that this story is turning you on, it's turning me on. I feel my pussy get wetter and wetter as I read. When she gets into the car she slips out of character for a moment and asks her husband how he could have left her there so long. She might have been raped! He never breaks out of character and tells her that whores don't have a say so in those things and if she had not come down in price he would have left her there. He also tells her that he won't French kiss her but that he will take whatever he wants from her for saving her from those thugs. He talks to her roughly, as if she's nothing but a whore, the whole way to where he is taking her, some sort of make-out place high above the city. When they get there he tells her to suck his dick and she does but he wants more, he wants to know if her pussy is any better than her slut mouth. He tells her to get in the back seat of the Jag and he fucks her there doggie style, telling her how he doesn't care about her, how he wants to fuck her without a condom, how good her whore pussy feels to him. And then he tells her that he's going to fuck her ass. He fucks her so good that she comes all around his cock, her ass and cunt spasming as she milks his cock for all he's worth. When he's done he pulls out, and without a word, drives her to the parking garage where her Mercedes is parked. Before she gets out of the car he throws $20 at her. "You liked that story, didn't you Marla?" "Yeah baby, I think it was hot." "It made that white pussy wet, didn't it darlin?" I want to tell you that my pussy's been wet since before I opened the door for you, that it was wet while I showered, while I dressed, while I put my make-up. Instead I say, "Yes Will, it made my pussy wet." "Do you know why it turned you on so much?" "Because it turned you on Will." "No Marla, it turned you on because you could identify with her. Because you want to be a bad little whore like she was...don't you." Your words set me on fire. I know what's coming and it's what I had hoped the story would do. You don't wait for an answer, instead you pull your chair back and open your legs, motioning for me to go to you. I can see your hard-on through your light wool slacks, tenting at the zipper. The sight makes me lick my lips. I walk over to you and get on my knees in front of you. I slowly start to undo your belt, to open your zipper. The thought of taking your cock this way, while all of your other clothes are on is a huge turn on. Just your dick, I only want your dick and that is all you'll give me. I put my hand inside your boxers and take out your big, hard black dick. I love looking at it. I could look at it forever and be happy. Well not forever, maybe for like 1 minute until my palms get itchy and I need to touch it. "Suck my dick Marla. Suck it like you would if you were a dirty little whore." I lick around the head and kiss it. I don't know how whores give head. I only know how I give head and I love your dick so I have to do this right. I take my soft, warm hands and stroke the shaft. So soft and yet so magnificently hard. I love the feel of it in my hands. I stroke you slowly but hard, my hand wet from saliva and your precum. I start to suck you down, taking you deeper and deeper into my throat. Using my mouth like a pussy, fucking your cock as I play with your balls, stroking the base. I hear dishes being moved out of the way above me and I feel you grab my shoulders and lift me off of your hard, delicious dick. You lay me on the table and I open my legs for you. You stand above me, your dick in your hands rubbing my slit through the lacy red material. "Tell me what you want Marla." "I want you inside me Will. I want your hard black cock deep inside my pussy." You continue to rub, moving the fabric aside with your fingers, my wetness seeping from my warm pussy. I want you inside me, damn it, I need you inside me. "Please Will, please fuck me baby. Please, please, please, fuck me." You say nothing, but continue to tease, the head of your cock rubbing against my clit. I start to whimper, lightly moan, I'm losing it and you know it. And then you say, "You're such a whore Marla, you want this big black dick don't you? You want to be my whore, don't you?" "Oh god, oh god, oh god...please baby please." Instead of fucking me you take your cock away from my slit, I miss your warmth. I want it back. Instead I hear you dipping a sushi roll into the soy sauce and then I feel it, cool and warm against, and then inside my pussy, dripping, mixing with my juices. I feel your mouth against my clit, sucking and licking while the sushi roll goes a little deeper into my wet cunt. We've talked about doing this, but I didn't think you would. "You look like such a tasty little whore. Your clit is so hard, like a small cock. I'm going to eat from you whore. Tell me, tell me how it feels to be my dinner." You lick me slowly and then begin to eat the sushi roll from my shaved, bald, dripping pussy. "Oh my god, oh baby...it's too much, it's too much." The thought of you munching away, eating away at me is too much. I feel you take the last of the roll into your mouth and stand. "You're going to cum now my beautiful whore." As you finish saying it you take me in one quick thrust. Pushing your long hard cock deep inside my pussy, your thumb pressed hard against my clit and I go into a hard, toe curling orgasm. Slowly I open my eyes and you're smiling. You're smiling that incredible, radiant smile. "Well, aren't you my whore?" You ask again as you slowly start to move. All the way out almost and then back in. So slowly, so slowly. "Yes baby, I'm your whore, your slut, oh god, you feel so good. You feel so good inside me. I want you to stay in here; in my warmth, in my tight sheath. I want you to fuck me for a long time baby, yes, yes, just like this. I love this baby. I love you inside me. Mmmmmmmmmm." I'm rambling, I know I am but I can't help it, you're taking me into that zone. Into that, "I'm-being-fucked-so-good-that-I-can-hardly-breathe" zone. Moving all the way inside me and then stopping, grinding, starting again. Slow, deep, hard. You're increasing your speed now, fucking me harder, deeper. God, it feels so incredible, can it go any deeper? Yes, yes, yes...oh baby I love this. I love your cock inside me. "You're my whore, mine. And I'm going to cum inside you, I'm going to mark you as mine. You feel so good darlin' whore. Mmmmmmmmmmm....yeah." I feel you start to cum, your body rigid. You scream, a primal scream. I love that sound too. And I cum again. I cum with you. You fall over on top on me, we fall over together. Still fully dressed, your cock still impaled inside me. "Damn girl that felt good. That was a hot story. What else is in that little book?" "More surprises baby. I think we need to take this party to the bedroom." "Lead the way darlin', I'm right behind you." Valentine's Day Lexxie ran his fingers back through his red hair, still slightly damp from the hot shower he just stepped out of. "Uhh, Jack, you're not going to tell me where we're going?" He begged as he stepped back into their room, scrounging around in his drawer for some nice going-out clothes. Jack pointedly avoided staring at his boyfriend's nakedness and shook his head. "Not telling." A multitude of rustles told him Lexxie was dressed and that it was safe for him to look. Safe in the sense that... he wouldn't be tempted to jump him and therefore be late for the reservations. "Of course," he mused, tugging Lexxie's collar straight, "I could be bringing you to a derelict building somewhere in the wilderness. Once we reach there, I could tie you up and have my wicked way with you." The shorter boy tolerated Jack's straightening of his collar, mind wandering at the thought of Jack and him out in a cabin in the middle of no-where. "That'd be perfect, Jack," he confided to his partner, although secretly he planned on groping his boyfriend, no matter where they were going. Whether they were in a queue or just waiting for some old man to sort their papers out, he was going to grope Jack ^_^. "I'm ready, and you..." he placed his palm upon Jack's chest, leaning up close to breathe into his ear, "look positively lickable." Before he spun away, yanking open the door. "Let's go!" Jack cleared his throat, stood up from the bed and followed Lexxie out. "You don't even know where we're going," he reminded. Lexxie paused in mid-bounce. "I thought we were going to an old abandoned building to have sex." "No, we're not." Jack sometimes wondered how Lexxie could be quite so... innocent. "We're going for dinner." A crestfallen look fell over Lexxie's features as he heard this, followed by a quiet "Oh.." But then, dinner could lead to sex afterwards. Or maybe they were going to a restaurant with extra large toilet cubicles and Jack was going to pin him against a wall and strip him slowly in there. "Dinner's fine then." He reached out for Jack's hand, fingers intertwining. "Lead the way." Jack peered down at Lexxie, squeezing his hand gently. "Don't look so sad... I'm not going to allow anything sexual till after midnight. But you're not going to want any either." "How's that possible?" griped Lexxie, who let go of Jack's hand to wrap that arm around the taller boy's waist. Jack smiled and slipped an arm round Lexxie's shoulders. "You'll see." ~ They reached the restaurant within fifteen minutes, even though they had walked a good way there, wind biting at their noses and ears. Jack gave his name to the lady at the entrance, who smiled at Lexxie ["Isn't he cute?"] and led them to a nice small table at the far end of the restaurant. There was a single long-stemmed red rose on one plate, and a little blue candle in the middle of the table. Lexxie was still perplexed about not wanting any sex from Jack before midnight. But all thoughts fled when he set eyes upon the rose. "Ohh. Mine?" Lexxie lifted the rose to inhale its scent, a smile given to Jack. "Arigato.. It's beautiful." A look at the table, that candle spied, and Lexxie gave Jack a whimsical grin. "You're trying to romance me, Jack." "Of course. It's the only way to keep your mind off sex." Jack held the chair away from the table. "Your seat, love." Lexxie's smile widened absently and he looked around. "No menu?" "Nope." Jack sat down opposite Lexxie and waved for the waitress. "Everything's been pre-ordered." Lexxie settled into his seat, the rose idly twirled between his fingers, admired and adored. "Jack, I haven't told you enough how perfect you are to me, hai?" "Sure you have." The candlelight reflected gently off round metal frames, giving Jack a warm glow. "Lots of times. But I like hearing it." He leaned across the table to give Lexxie a slow kiss. "And you're perfect to me, too." Lexxie melted beneath the kiss, rational thought completely abandoning him. It was only when the waiter cleared his throat, wanting to slide their plates onto the table, that reality slowly dawned on Lexxie, and he reluctantly broke the kiss. Jack calmly smiled at the waiter, who looked like he was quite used to such scenes. "Thank you," he said placidly, and turned to Lexxie. "Hope you liked what I took the liberties of ordering." "You know, whatever happens, you'll always be my favorite person," he admitted to Jack, before he began eating his dinner, the fried chicken savoured and enjoyed. "You always know how to best please me." Jack smiled slightly and began eating his own dinner. If Lexxie thought he was in heaven now... Later, as they finished dessert, Jack murmured, "There's still a whole itinerary left to complete, you know..." Lexxie blinked up from his pudding. "Really?" "Really." Jack had paid for the meal beforehand, so they just left a tip for their waiter and walked out of the restaurant, the rose still dangling from Lexxie's free hand. The other one was tangled in Jack's. "Your ride awaits," Jack said with a flourish, as he led Lexxie up to a sleek silver convertible and pulled something out of his pocket. He pressed a button on the keyring and the car beeped accordingly as the doors unlocked. Jack opened the passenger door for Lexxie, the acrobatic man sliding into the smooth leather seat. Lexxie watched his boyfriend move with fluid grace around the front of the car, before he hopped in the drivers side. "Oh, Jack, you're spoiling me." Jack gave Lexxie one of his rare grins, one that actually showed teeth, and started the engine. The purring was soon drowned out as Jack flicked on the radio and the intro of Lexxie's favourite song came floating out of the speakers. "Who else if not me?" he asked rhetorically, and lowered the roof. Crisp night air streamed past them as they zipped through the streets and Jack glanced at Lexxie out of the corner of his eye. The smaller boy had his head leaned back and his eyes closed, hair being whipped all over by the wind. Jack suddenly realised why Valentine's Day was such a crucial setting in those romantic films. Surrounded by the smooth sounds of his all-time favourite song (a terribly sappy song only Jack knew he adored) and the fresh feeling of the wind running through his hair, with his lover beside him, he couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be. His hand mindlessly reached out for Jack, palm resting upon his partner's thigh, a gentle loving squeeze given. Jack smiled, turned into a smaller avenue and paused to pay for something at a little booth. Parking in a designated spot, he turned off the engine, left the radio on and brought Lexxie's hand up to his lips. "Five minutes till the next show," a chirpy voice in a speaker next to Jack's head informed. "Do you want any snacks?" "Popcorn?" Jack asked. Lexxie nodded dreamily, still not really comprehending. Jack placed the orders, and turned off the speaker. Absently Lexxie traced his index finger over Jack's lower lip, savouring the feel of the soft flesh. "What movie are we watching?" Although he wasn't really interested in the movie, not when his partner was tempting him without trying.. "I'm not sure what it's called. But it's really quite good. Eight love stories tied into one movie, I read." Jack licked at Lexxie's finger, ignoring his groan about 'yet another sappy show'. A girl with sparkly pink hair came by on roller skates to deliver their popcorn and soda, which Jack accepted with a tip and a smile that made the girl wobble off on legs that seemed suddenly unable to carry her. "You're doing it again." "What am I doing?" Jack pushed a piece of buttery popcorn past Lexxie's pout. "Pray tell." "You're flirting. You just flirted with the girl." Jack stuck popcorn into his own mouth, chuckling. "I only flirt with you. I was being friendly... I can't help it if I'm so dazzlingly gorgeous, now, can I?" "I guess not," Lexxie grumbled out as he reached over to steal a couple more pieces of popcorn. "I can only hope our children are as good looking as you." Lexxie purposefully waited for Jack to take a sip of his soda, before he pilfered said soda from Jack. "Thank you!" A raised eyebrow and a slight tickle-fight later, the screen lit up and advertisements began playing. Jack got out of the car, opened Lexxie's door and waved towards the bonnet. "Best seats in the house, my dear," he said, and Lexxie giggled. They leaned back against the windshield, Lexxie half-leaning on Jack's side, and the movie began. Not surprisingly, Jack was sniffling as the end credits rolled. Lexxie rolled his eyes and patted his boyfriend on the back. Jack's smile was watery and red-eyed, and they sat there in the glow of the moon and the camera crew members' names for quite a long while. All of a sudden, Lexxie asked, "Jack, is it midnight yet?" Aw yes, watching sappy movies with his partner was worth it. Just to see Jack like this, terribly mushy and cute. It was almost as good as watching him during sex. Speaking of... He half-crawled over Jack's sprawled body to try and reach his lover's watch. "Want.. midnight.." Jack sniffed loudly, one last time, and blinked at his watch. "It's not even eleven yet." Lexxie pouted. "Oh, come on, the night's still young." They got back into the car. Halfway down the expressway, Lexxie asked where they were going. Jack simply smiled and remembered Lexxie's mother's expression when he had stopped by after school that day and asked her for permission to carry out tonight's plans. That smile... Gaw how gorgeous. Lexxie nestled closer to Jack, head resting upon his partner's shoulder, a hand innocently wandering over Jack's thigh, slinking between his lover's legs. "Nn, Jack, please let me touch.." "No." The reply... no, the order... was soft but firm, and Lexxie withdrew his hand. "Just sit back and relax... we'll be there in about twenty minutes or so. Traffic's not too bad at this kind of time." When he finally pulled into the allocated parking lot, Lexxie was fast asleep. Jack poked at his shoulder. "Hnnnh... five more minutes..." "We're here, princess." Lexxie opened one eye and blinked at Jack, resulting in a very strange spectacle of someone looking like they were trying to wink but had a bad twitch in the open eye. "Here where?" Lexxie answered his own question by looking around and all but jumping right out of the car. "Hotel Onsen! But... rooms are impossible to book, especially on Valentine's Day..." Jack grinned again. "I'm Jack Dawson," he reminded Lexxie slyly, and took him by the hand to lead him to their room. The honeymoon suite, as it happened. He was lucky nobody had booked it before he had. "You're.." Yes, amazing, fantastic, the words couldn't come close to what Jack was to him. Lexxie squeezed Jack's clutched hand, practically skipping along behind him as he took him to their room. As they entered, Lexxie's breath was taken away. "Ohh..." The bed. The fridge. The ensuite. So many possibilities. "The pool." Jack leaned against the doorframe, watching his boyfriend spin slowly in a circle, taking everything in. "First we go for a soak. Then a bath. By then... it should be midnight." "Unn.." Lexxie could only gurgle out the small sound, rendered speechless. So instead, he nodded, entrusting Jack to lead the way. The pool was warm but not too hot, just the way Jack liked it. Lexxie sank down into the water with a contented sigh, and Jack couldn't help but feel all mushy inside just looking at his boyfriend. Lexxie slid entirely beneath the water, allowing it to wash away all his worries and stress. There was only one other thing that could make this perfect, and that was Jack's hands on him. "Ne, Jack, touch me, please," he begged as he moved closer to his lover. Jack placed the cool towel on his forehead and leaned back. "Not yet, love." Lexxie pouted, but Jack was determined to keep his hands to himself till midnight. But on second thoughts... "Come here, Lexxie." As Lexxie squealed with pleasure and waded over, Jack blinked through the steam and placed his hands on Lexxie's shoulders. "Relax." And relax Lexxie did. Jack's hands kneaded at the slightly tense muscles beneath the soft skin, and soon Lexxie was warm, redheaded, melted goo in his lap. Neither of them was aroused, but the feeling of closeness was almost as good as the kind of closeness they felt after sex. "Like it?" "I do.. like it so much..." He sighed out his pleasure, eyelids fluttering closed as he simply melted beneath Jack's hands. "Nya Jack..." He inhaled deeply, steeling himself before continuing. "I... don't mind if we don't have sex tonight. It's been so perfect already." Lexxie blinked a little at his own confession, but it was the honest truth... Jack smirked a little at that. "I told you so. But of course, I'm ready to go along if you change your mind about that. Now go sit somewhere else, my legs are getting numb." He poked at Lexxie's thigh to make his point, and closed his eyes and breathed in the steam. Onsen on a cold night with your lover splashing around beside you. Mmmmm... Mmm? Jack sputtered and batted futilely at the water. Lexxie seemed to suddenly find it amusing to splash him. "You'll pay for that, princess." And he dunked Lexxie. Lexxie gurgled under the water, struggling to fight against his partner. But Jack overpowered him easily, keeping him under. Lexxie decided this called for more underhanded methods. And so he reached out, palm slinking oh so innocently up Jack's thigh, trickling over his lover's smooth skin. Merph, if he didn't let him up soon he was going to drown..or do worse unto his lover. Jack's hand jerked all on its own as Lexxie decided to play dirty and slide his hand up his leg. Lexxie took advantage of the slackening and shot up to the surface, panting. "Blah, Jack." "You started it." Jack winced inwardly at the childish phrase - he WAS the dominant one, after all, and a genius; surely he could come up with something better than that? - but was trying too hard not to grab Lexxie and take him right there in the pool to think properly. "It's getting too hot in here," he managed. "I'm going back into the room." True, he had started it, but it had been worth it. "Hm, Jack, I'm coming with you." Lexxie scrambled out of the pool, dripping water everywhere as he trotted along after Jack. Jack cast a glance backward at Lexxie, who was padding after him like a trained puppy. A particularly sexy one. "Oh, you." And he pounced. Jack swept his arms around Lexxie's waist, lifting the smaller boy up over his shoulder easily. While up there, Lexxie reached his hands downward, smoothing his palms over the spanse of Jack's back, watching, enthralled as his lover's muscles bunched and relaxed with each motion. "Hurry, I'm getting cold, Jack," Lexxie whined. "I'm getting warm," Jack retorted. "And it's not midnight." Jack opened the door to their room, quickly locking it behind him as they entered. A couple of swift steps across the room, and Lexxie was dropped down onto the soft mattress, sinking down into its soft embrace. Jack stood there, watching as Lexxie floundered in the mattress. Lithe, hot and, most importantly, naked. Jack gave Lexxie a predatory smile, as Lexxie gazed at him heatedly, the expression both soft and wanting at the same time. "So much for the night being perfect already, mm?" Jack teased, kneeling down and taking Lexxie's hand in his. "I guess some people just can't help it." His smile widened and he bent over to lick at Lexxie's nose. "You're beautiful." Lexxie couldn't help his smile from broadening, nose wrinkling a little under Jack's playful lick. Lexxie's free hand rose to brush back through his lover's hair, the tresses adored and stroked. "Only in your eyes.." was Lexxie's quiet retort, as he arched beneath Jack, lips seeking his for a kiss. "Not really. I've seen the way that coworker of yours looks at you." Jack's lips brushed Lexxie's and the touch of Lexxie's fingers on his head sent sensation trembling right down his spine. "But he'd better keep his hands off you." A swing of a leg and a slight shift, and Jack was loosely draped over Lexxie. "And I hope that little fling of yours with that bendy redhead was a one off. I'd hate to have to dump you over something like that." "Mm? Which coworker?" There were several, after all. Lexxie wriggled beneath Jack as he lowered himself, adjusting to his lover's weight. Idly his fingers trailed up and down the length of Jack's spine, as Lexxie gave Jack a little coy grin. "Of course it was a one-off. I was thinking of you the entire time." "Were you?" Jack closed his eyes and let Lexxie do whatever he wanted with his back... no, wait. He opened his eyes again. "What do you mean, which coworker? There's more than one?" "Well, yes," Lexxie admitted, his fingers now stroking Jack's behind. "Jealous?" "No." Jack felt his ears turn pink. "Maybe. But you're mine." Mm, this was new.. Having Jack entirely pliant beneath his touch, his to do whatever he wanted with. Lexxie flicked his tongue out to trace its tip over Jack's lower lip, "Just as you're mine." Lexxie squirmed a little under Jack, purposefully rubbing himself against his lover, a soft moan escaping him as delicious friction began to arouse him. "Jack..I want you." "I want you too..." Jack thought about something, decided on something and flipped them both around such that Lexxie was lying on him instead. "As a Valentine's treat... how about you dominate me this time?" Lexxie skimmed his fingertips over Jack's collarbone, peering at him with slight skepticism. "I..." Lexxie was at a loss for words. "You..want me inside you?" He melted at the thought. "Aww Jack!" Jack leaned his head backwards into the mattress. "Just for once. Don't make it a habit - I'm still the ultimate one on top." He then arched his neck forward to kiss Lexxie. The kiss went on and on until they were both groping each other and fully aroused, and then Jack broke away. "Unless you're really really good. Then maybe I'll let you top me on your birthday as well," he offered breathlessly. One of Lexxie's hands slithered downward, tracing lethargically over Jack's toned torso, coming to a halt just above his waist... With a lust-filled look given to Jack, Lexxie began to creep his way downward, tiny kisses rained down upon Jack's chest and stomach, tongue flicking out to adore every inch of his lover. "Just this once?" Oh, then Lexxie would have to savour this experience.. Dipping his head, Lexxie let his tongue sneak out from between his lips, to stroke his tongue lazily along the underside of Jack's rigid manhood before taking him into his mouth briefly, greedily sampling his lover. Of course, he would never forget Jack would always top him. "Yeah," Jack managed. "Once." But hell, Lexxie's blowjobs were getting better and better each time he was on the receiving end. Tongue and teeth and well-timed humming combined to make Jack horny as hell, and he let go of the sheets to grasp at Lexxie's head. "Damn it, do something already. I don't think I can take this any more." Lexxie grinned wickedly, crawling up along his lover's body, a token little kiss graced upon Jack's lips before he climbed higher, hands gripping onto the headboard as he rose into a sitting position, knees resting on either side of Jack's head. "Mmm, dearest, need lubrication. Suck on me." Lexxie swept a hand through Jack's hair tenderly, offering his cock for Jack's lips to worship. Damn it, didn't Lexxie know what saying things like that could bring upon him? Jack closed his eyes and thought of one of his coworkers in a tutu to stop himself from ruining the moment way too soon, before opening them and giving Lexxie a very steamy look. "As you wish, your highness." And he did just what was ordered. Valentine's Day Lexxie couldn't suppress the shiver that worked through his body as Jack took him into the warm confines of his mouth. The sight of Jack's lips wrapped around him, his lover's head bobbing slightly before pulling away, leaving Lexxie's cock coated in saliva made Lexxie whimper, eyes closing for a few moments to find a more tolerable key. Creeping back down Jack's body, a nip given here and a kiss placed there, Lexxie settled between Jack's knees. Reaching for his partner's hand, he curled Jack's fingers around his erection. "Guide me into you.." Lexxie nearly begged. Jack took a deep breath, wondered briefly if he should have prepared himself a little more than that... but thinking in any form fled as Lexxie applied a little pressure against a part of him he never thought he'd have to use in Lexxie's case. "Just... a little. More," Jack ground out, ignoring the sparkles of pain as Lexxie pushed slowly, slowly, slo- Oh. "Jack," said Lexxie in a hoarse, keening voice. "Oh, my God, Jack." Lexxie's slide inwards was agonisingly slow and painful, but the look on his face was worth it. Jack could feel Lexxie, every ridge, every curve, and he was sure his partner could, too, judging from the startled expression of pleasure in those wide blue eyes. They fit together so perfectly, even though this was a new way of placing the two pieces of the puzzle together. New and different and exciting and oh so--- Lexxie trailed a row of unhurried kisses over Jack's collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste his damp skin, as Lexxie slid entirely into Jack's body. His lover's warmth encompassed him tightly, internal muscles wrapped like silk around his length. "Jack.." his lover's name was a reverant whisper of sound, as Lexxie laid there, sheathed snugly inside him. This was different, this was beautiful. No other time with anyone else could compare with this, because this was Jack, and Jack loved him. "Mm... Lexxie..." Jack murmured in reply, his throat raw with... what? Suppressed moaning? "Feels... good." "Doesn't it?" Lexxie raised his head slightly, not in any hurry. Neither of them were, really. Jack just wanted to savour the moment, to enjoy the sensations that were so new and kind of painful, but the pain was insignificant. "Yeah." Jack pressed a kiss into Lexxie's sweat-slicked hair and whispered into the delicate shell of a ear, "Now take me, princess." Take him? Now? But he was still adjusting to the way Jack felt around him, the way pain and adoration flittered over Jack's features each time Lexxie shifted on top of him. "I don't..." He didn't know if he could do it like Jack could.. But the words died on his tongue as he became resolute. Damnit, he was going to try. His hips surged forward, Lexxie becoming buried inside Jack, and in a heartbeat he was withdrawing from his lover again, just a little, a little, ungh.. Sweet pleasure danced over his nerves, and he found he wanted, had to be within Jack again. Over and again he thrust into his lover ruthlessly, gyrating his hips with each motion, savouring the way Jack enveloped him, muscles clamping onto his cock as he barraged forcibly into his partner. Jack gasped as Lexxie shifted, pulled out a little and THRUST. He had only been on the bottom once, to an old boss, way before Lexxie had ever come into his life, and the sensations were completely different. Lexxie was inexperienced in this aspect of sex, and every thrust sent a lightning bolt of pleasure straight up Jack's spine, exploding behind his eyes. He was moaning like some virgin, but he didn't care. Lexxie was real, and hard, and right there, and, most importantly, his. Lexxie paused, his length quivering within Jack, a concerned look given to his lover. "Am I...uhh..." Was he?..did it..?.. So many questions plagued him, and he was hesitant in asking them.. Maybe if he... Lexxie pressed the tiniest kiss to Jack's lips almost apologetically, before concentrating, trying to settle into a rhythm like Jack always did, one steady stroke into him after another with an arch of his back, sending his hips rolling leisurely forward. Jack couldn't stop the long, low moan from slipping out. Lexxie felt... so... good. With a capital ooh. It still hurt, but the pleasure was quickly erasing it, and all of a sudden, Lexxie shifted such that he was hitting THAT spot within Jack. The spot that, when Jack fucked Lexxie, made the redhead arch his back and hiss with pleasure. Which was exactly what Jack did. He couldn't help it. Especially since Lexxie was ramming into him with such slick, fluid rhythm, sliding across that amazing, amazing part with such cool efficiency that Jack's vision went dark even though his eyes were wide open. He thought. Were they? That moan wrenched out of Jack made Lexxie melt and shiver against Jack's body, as he slowed his tempo further, til each movement into and out of his lover became deliciously torturous. Jack always made him feel like this, like he was losing control of himself, and the way Jack moved beneath him, arching and sighing only made Lexxie want to give in to the sensations overwhelming him. Lexxie was going to come, oh god.. he was going to spill himself into Jack's body, and that thought was the last coherant one he had before he came.. the very root of his being, sheathed by Jack's gorgeous body spasmed and twitched as he emptied himself into his lover. Pleasure crackled over Lexxie's nerves, spreading throughout his entire body as he shuddered and gasped out Jack's name as if it were the last word left in the world. Jack gasped and grasped weakly at Lexxie as the smaller boy came with a small yelp, and, feeling the molten heat deep within himself... it was too much and too hot and too GOOD... and all of a sudden he was coming as well, eyes clenched shut and mouth falling open and the world blending into a maelstrom of colour and heat and Lexxie. When he finally returned to Earth, Lexxie was collapsed on top of him, panting and sticky with sweat and... other fluids. Lexxie let out a most content sigh, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he nuzzled against his lovers chest. He adored the way Jack's body involuntarily quivered and shook beneath him, and the sound of his heart thundering in his chest after he came. Breath after ragged breath was drawn in, and when Lexxie felt he might be able to move again, he leaned up to press a loving kiss against Jack's lips. "I love you, Jack..." the words were a soft whisper of his love.. "Love you too, princess," Jack murmured hoarsely. He didn't remember making any sounds, so why was his throat so scratchy? He slid sweat-slick arms around Lexxie's lean frame, holding him close. Love was such an elusive word, and they were so young... but somehow, he believed it. He believed that this was real. Whether it would last... he didn't know, but this was love. ~ Some time during the night, Lexxie slowly struggled out from the web that sleep had woven over him, only to find himself nestled against Jack in almost the same position he had been in after they had both come. Lexxie watched Jack as his lover slept, content to listen to each breath he took in, eyes drinking in the serene expression on his face. Tentatively, Lexxie lazily trailed his finger over Jack's lips, wondering if the light touch would be enough to rouse him. Jack didn't wake up. Lexxie smiled slightly to himself and succumbed to the unconsciousness eating at the edges of his mind. ~ The next morning, Lexxie awoke to the smell of eggs and and the sizzle of frying bacon. Blinking in the sudden light and not caring about his nakedness, he stumbled over to where Jack was standing, wearing only an apron, his hair tied into a little tail at the back of his neck, frying ladle in hand. "Smells good," Lexxie commented, resting his chin on Jack's shoulder. Jack gave him a little peck on the forehead and poked at his chest. "Go take a shower. Breakfast should be ready by then." Lexxie whined a little, "But I want to shower with you..." before he wandered toward the bathroom. Turning on the hot tap only, he stepped under the steaming water to wash away all signs of last nights escapades reluctantly. After a few minutes of standing beneath the heat, reveling in the way the water gushed over his body, he hopped out of the shower, a fluffy bath towel used to pat himself dry, hair ruffled idly as he went back into the bedroom. "Ready now, Jack?" Lexxie's belly grumbled its hunger. "Ready." Jack wiped his hands on his apron and gestured at the table with a flourish. "Breakfast is served." They ate in comfortable silence, with Jack occasionally reaching over to push Lexxie's hair behind his ear - he needed a haircut soon. After breakfast, Jack put the dishes into the sink, took off the apron and joined Lexxie on the futon, where he was lying, staring at the ceiling. "Penny for your thoughts," he said, rubbing Lexxie's arm. Lexxie gave Jack a little grin, curling into him to rest his head upon Jack's shoulder. "Just hope Jason can sort out everything with David... so he can feel.. can feel kinda like the way you make me feel.. So happy and content and .. I meant what I said last night.. that I love you..." As Lexxie rambled, he traced idle patterns over Jack's chest with a fingertip. "I meant it too." Jack caught hold of the finger and brought the hand to his lips. "And stop rambling. It's unbecoming." Lexxie looked up at Jack through hooded eyelids. "Shut me up, then." And Jack proceeded to do just that. Valentine's Day Adventure We had some close friends in town for Valentine's Day so the four of us decided to have a long overdue night out for just us adults. We went to a very nice Italian restaurant downtown and were all feeling good after a few glasses of wine during dinner. When we left dinner we decided to continue the night at a nearby dive bar that's known for cheap and strong drinks. Since I was the designated driver for the night I sipped diet coke while I watched our friends Rachael, Sam and my husband proceed to drink heavily into the night. Since I was bored, I sat at the bar and struck up a conversation with an attractive black man who introduced himself as Dorian. I'm not normally attracted to black men but he was quite nice to talk to and seemed to have a great build. During our idle mundane conversation he asked me why I wasn't over spending time with the group I came in with. I explained that I was the designated driver for the night and that they were starting to get on my nerves with their extreme drunkenness. Dorian and I continued to chat and at one point he suggested I go drop them off at home and come back to have some fun. After about a half hour of flirting back and forth my drunk husband came over and hung all over me, whispering in my ear about my conversation with my new friend at the bar. As my husband stumbled away, Dorian asked "So I take it that's your husband?" to which I replied, "Yeah, he's pretty hammered." After that, Dorian quickly became distant in an effort to respect my marriage even though I tried a bit to continue our flirty conversation. So by now, I was bored, had been cock blocked by my own husband from some harmless flirting and still had to drive all the drunks home. After about another hour I collected all my drunken people and headed for home. Before leaving, I leaned over to Dorian and asked him if he planned on hanging out at the bar a while, I didn't even wait for a response, I simply gave him a knowing grin and winked as I walked away. When we got home everyone kind of settled into watching whatever show happened to be on when we got home. I was extremely bored and I was trying to figure out a way to get out of the house without getting caught. Just then I came up with a little white lie about leaving my credit card on tab at the bar we had just left. I told everyone to stay and enjoy the movie and I would be right back. So I figured I would head back down to the bar and see if Dorian was still around for some more harmless flirting before heading back home. Maybe by then, my husband would have burned off enough booze to give me a little loving. When I got back to the bar around 11:30 or so, Dorian was still there playing pool. I walked up behind him and whispered in his ear, "Whats a girl gotta do to get some attention around here?" Dorian was genuinely surprised to see me again and he spun around, smiled and wrapped his strong arms around me. His game of pool instantly became the least of his worries as he laid the cue down and walked away with me towards the bar. I decided that since I had no intention of rushing home, I'd have one drink and some time to sit and chat before heading home. Dorian ordered me a Long Island Ice Tea that was probably the strongest I had ever had. As we chatted I would flip my hair and lightly rub his shoulders to break the tension. He said "You better be careful what you ask for... You might get more than you know." To which I devilishly replied, "I sure hope so!" With that Dorian mentioned that he lived just around the corner from the bar and said he was going to head for home. He very politely offered to fix me a cup of tea to drink during my drive home to which I accepted. As we walked towards his apartment it was a moonless dark night so I didn't object at all when he put his arm around my shoulders so I naturally wrapped my arm around his waist while we walked. We came upon a crosswalk that held us up and as we waited for the light to change, that Long Island must have really been getting to my head because I turned to Dorian and pressed my breasts into his shoulder as I gently blew in his ear and whispered, "What were you saying about more than I know?" As I slid my hand down his chest and directly across the front of his jeans feeling the obvious bulge in his pants. Before he could say a word I put my finger to his lips just as the light turned green for us to cross. We walked the rest of the way in complete silence and with my arm, I could feel his firm body through his clothes. As we reached his cottage house, set off the street, he walked forward of me to unlock the door and I affectionately leaned against his muscular upper back and wrapped my arms around him, all the while pressing my voluptuous breasts into his back. Once inside his apartment all of our inhibitions seemed to disappear almost instantly. With zero intention of fixing me a cup of tea Dorian turned towards me, took my head in his hands, leaned down to me and kissed me deeply. I pushed my body into him, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. As he felt me relax in his arms he slid his hands down my back and grasped my ass and pulled me into him to the point that I could easily feel his cock pressing out towards me. Then suddenly he grabbed my ass and pulled my legs up around his hips and carried me into his bedroom. As we got the edge of his bed he set me down on the edge and then stood back up away from me and began to take his clothes off. I looked directly into his eyes as I pulled my blouse over my head and then pushed my skirt down over my hips, leaving me in just my black lace bra and panties. He already had his shirt off and as he reached for his waist band to take off his pants I reached out, stopped him and while still looking deep in his eyes, I undid his pants and pushed them down over his hips and into to the pile that was growing on the floor. Watching his manliness try to escape from his boxer briefs was more than I could take and I reached for his waistband again. He intercepted my hands and pushed them up over my head as he laid me back, flat on his bed and moved his mouth to my neck, then to my ears. Oh my word, this man was driving me crazy! As he sucked and licked my neck, he reached down between my breasts and unsnapped my bra. As he slid my bra off one of my breasts, he moved his mouth off of my neck and directly onto my nipple, driving me absolutely crazy. As he sucked and nibbled on one breast he squeezed and rubbed the other. He then slowly pushed himself up off of me as he reached for my hips and pulled my panties down over my hips, down my legs and flung them playfully across the room. As he let go of my legs he leaned down and started to kiss and lick my stomach and as he started to make his way further down he looked up to me as if to ask for permission. I gently bit my lip and gave him a slight nod. That was apparently all he needed, because he then ducked his head and began to lick and suck on my pussy lips and clitoris. As he slid a finger inside me, I thought I was going to cum right there as I let out a moan and arched my back. With that I reached down and grabbed his head roughly and pulled his mouth to mine, and him back on top of me. Once he was on top of me I could feel his cock laying against my belly so I then breathlessly asked him, "Are you ever going to fuck me?" He lifted his body up, his cock slid down my belly to my entrance and he pushed just the head of his cock into me. He worked just the head in and out of me, getting me wetter and wetter. Then he held still for just a moment before he began to push his amazing girth gently, inch by amazing inch, deeper inside me until his head pushed right up against my cervix. My breath was completely taken away as he stretched me further than anyone ever had. He must have known that I needed a bit of time to adjust to his size because he held himself still inside me for a few moments while he leaned down and kissed me deeply. As we kissed I slid my hands down his muscular back to his chiseled hard ass and spread my legs just a bit further to see if there was anymore of him I could pull into me. Then, so slowly it was almost imperceptible, he began to slide his cock out of me until again, just his head was in me. As I took a deep breath he pushed himself into me until he hit bottom again. This man was an absolutely amazing lover with an amazing cock that he absolutely knows how to use to drive a woman wild. As he rested against my cervix one more time I pulled my mouth off of his, turned my head and begged him, "Please, fuck me...Fuck me hard." With that he lifted up off me, began to slowly increase his pace and began to pound me; I was immediately at a complete loss for breath. At some point in time he suddenly pulled himself completely out of me, grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over so he could fuck me from behind. He pulled my hips up and shoved his cock directly back into my soaking pussy as far as it would go, making me throw my head back and scream in ectasy, "Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me with your amazing cock!" He then really began to fuck me in earnest while I began to moan loudly and at times, straight out screaming as I felt his cock pound my pussy deeper than anyone, ever! Finally, he must have felt my pussy began to convulse around his cock and he pushed himself hard against my cervix again. He held me there as my orgasm coursed through my entire body and took my breath away as I moaned loudly. Something must have snapped inside of him because he then grabbed me by my hips and began to fuck me really hard and really fast. As I began to scream from the intense fucking he was giving me I could finally feel his movements begin to stiffen up and could tell he was getting very close to cumming. Just then I felt him try to pull out and with that I pushed back into him as hard as I could just as his cock started to empty his balls deep inside my pussy. I could feel his cock convulse and twitch inside me as he groaned loudly and came hard, falling backward onto his heels with me following his cock with my pussy, not wanting to let him out of me quite yet. His cock just barely began to soften and he, ever so gently pushes me up and off of him. I then rolled over onto my back to bask in my post orgasmic glow on his bed. He then lay down beside me and began to gently suckle on my breasts. I then reached down pushed him over onto his back, laid my head on his chest and asked, "Are you ready to go again, so soon?" To which he enthusiastically replied, "oh yeah!" I let the thought roll around in my head for a moment before saying, "I'd love to, but I've already been gone MUCH longer than I should have been. I have a drunk husband at home that I'm sure is wondering, by now, where I'm at." Then with a smirk added, "I'll take a rain check on that though." As I gave his still semi hard cock a little rub with my hand as I sat up to try and find my clothes. Once I had gotten dressed again I took a moment to look in a mirror and realized that my hair and makeup gave away my obviously freshly fucked look. This might be interesting, at best, to explain to my husband. Dorian walked to the door in just his boxer briefs, gave me a big hug and a light kiss. He asked me, "Can I walk you to your car?" "No, thank you, I gotta run." I said. I then reached down and pulled my still soaked expensive lace panties out of my purse and placed them in the palm of his strong hand and closed his fingers around them, while saying, "Here, do you mind taking care of these until next time?" Then gently kissed his hand, spun on my heels and rushed back to my car. As I pulled into our driveway at home I realized that several hours had passed since I left home. My immediate thought was, "Ooooh shit! How on earth am I going to explain this?" I walked up to the door with the only sound in the air, the clip clop of my fuck me pumps on the concrete and the pounding of my heart in my chest. As I walked in the house my heart sank as I realize everyone had already gone to bed. I was immediately terrified that everyone would question, as to why I had been gone so long. I then quietly walked upstairs and with a slight creak of our bedroom door my husband stirred a bit, and said, "Honey, is that you? What took you so long?" I coyly say, "What are you talking about? I haven't been gone that long, you're just drunk." He responded, "I might be a little tipsy, but I can still tell what time it is." With that, I decided it would be best for me to just come clean. "Well, actually since you cock blocked me at the bar tonight, I figured I would have a little fun of my own while I was out." "How long did you stay at the bar?" he asked. "Oh, not long..." I said coyly. "So where did you go?" "Back to the bar for a bit... and then to his house." This really got his attention because he then sat up in bed and I immediately had his undivided attention. As he sat up to look at me he could see that my panties were missing, and said, "Hey what happened to those expensive panties I bought you?" "You know that fantasy that we always talk about? About you watching me getting fucked by another man?" I then nuzzled up to him in bed and gently sucked on his nipple and said, "I know you didn't get to watch, like you wanted, but I'll tell you all about it." "What!! You did it??" "You're not upset are you?" "No, just VERY surprised actually, I didn't think you would ever ACTUALLY, do it." I then noticed by the bulge under the sheets that my husband was now extremely excited. "Tell me all about it!" he said, "I want all the slutty details." "Ok, ok, I will. But first, you need to do what I say." He instantly knew what this meant and took on his submissive role that we had played on several occasions. "Yes, Goddess, whatever you say Goddess." With that I took a crop from behind my back and quickly whipped his chest with it while correcting him, "Goddess Emily! Slave!" He winced and said, "Yes Goddess Emily!" I then got up, still wearing my bra and by now had changed into my six inch Goddess fuck me pumps that always demand his obedience. After making him get undressed the rest of the way, I tied his hands to the top of the bed and his feet to the bottom with black leather cuffs to ensure he would not be able to touch anything I didn't allow him to touch. "Now, Slave! If you want me to tell you ANYTHING about what happened tonight, the first thing is you're going to do something for me." "Yes, Goddess Emily! Whatever you want." I then smacked his chest again with my crop. "You don't tell me what you will or will not do. You got that Slave?" with another hard swat to his chest. "Yes, Goddess Emily!" He said with an obviously quickened pulse and breathing rate. With that I got up on the bed, straddled his chest and said, "We're going to start by you showing your appreciation to me by eating my wet pussy." "Yes, Goddess Emily!" With that, I then turned around and slowly lowered my pussy down onto his face, and told him, "Now lick it, Slave!" He did as he was told and ate my pussy like it was his last meal. As he was licking I would periodically lift up and tease him, keeping my lips JUST out of reach of his eager tongue. "Now Slave, Normally I'm not very interested in your opinion, but, I'd like to know, do you like that? Do I taste good?" "Yes, Goddess Emily! You're delicious as always, and apparently very excited, cause you're really wet." I sat back down and ground my pussy into his face as I said, "No Slave, don't be so arrogant as to believe you turn me on all that greatly. Not all of that is me, most of that is the seed of my new lover you're eating. Now, get back at it!" With that he began to grunt, squirm and buck his body against the bed, trying in vain to now fight me off of him. I then began to whip his legs with abandon and ordered him, "Shut the fuck up, Slave! You asked how many times for this, and now you fight me, Slave! Is this how you show your gratitude?" After about the seventh or eighth whip to his legs he settled down and began to lick me again like the good Slave I know him to be. "That's better, Slave! Now! Make me cum with your tongue and I MAY reward you." With that, he started to perform like he's supposed to, licking my clit and circling his tongue around the open to my pussy. I could immediately feel my legs start to quiver as he hit that perfect spot to send me over the edge. I then came and my juices gushed onto his face as I moaned loudly. "Very good hubby! That was quite good." I said though bated breath. "I guess you've earned your reward." I said, and while still sitting on his face I bent down and took his still hard cock in my mouth. He moaned into my pussy as I sucked his cock, deep down my throat. As I vigorously stroked his cock with my mouth I tasted just a bit of pre-ejaculate coming out of his cock. I immediately stopped sucking, stood up over him and spun around. I then bent down, hanging my tits in his face and smacked his face with my bare hand. "You know better than to cum before I allow it. Do I need to remind you who's in charge of when and where you cum?" "No, Goddess Emily. I apologize, Goddess Emily." "That's better, Slave." With that, I then, with one swift motion sat down on top of him again and took his cock deep into my pussy, all the way down to his balls. Making him throw his head back and groan loudly with pleasure. "How's that for a reward there, Slave?" "Amazing Goddess Emily!" Thank you Goddess Emily." I then put my hands on his chest and began to ride his cock gently but deliberately while ensuring that he was hitting all the right spots for me at the same time. As I neared another orgasmic convulsion, I breathlessly said, "Slave, I want you to cum in me while I cum on you." While digging my fingers into his chest, I said, "Do it. Do it now!" Seconds later as I ground down onto him, we both came in an orgasmic rush of endorphins. I collapsed on his chest as we both panted and gasped for air. When we had caught our breath I sat up and let his softening cock slip out of me. I then rolled over next to him and began to remove his restraints. Once I had fully released him, he grabbed me in his arms and jokingly said, "You never did tell me what happened tonight." "I'll tell you later, I promise." I then snidely remarked, "If you don't cock block me next time, I might let you watch." With a big smile on his face, he said, "You've got a deal." Valentine's Day - Alone Because you asked :) It was Valentine's Day and James was dreading another night, especially THIS night, without any passion, the fire of a lover naked and close in his arms or even one soft kiss. Jean was with her husband and the fantasy of her leaving and coming to be with him had long faded. Too many Valentine's Days had passed and the long desired call of "I'm here Jimmy, come pick me up" had never occurred. He was blessed and cursed with having found his soul mate and the one woman who could ignite his full passion but never complete the cuckold of her husband. He decided it was probably a good night to keep busy and push the sadness aside as far as possible. Avoiding the computer he knew he was also avoiding the half empty feeling left by even the best of sex chat or erotic stories. James decided to put on a t-shirt, loose gray shorts and clean out drawers, while listening to LOUD rock music. Steady activity seemed the best defense tonight against sexual gloom rather than get into a movie that would just make being alone all the more apparent. The tight sounds of Jethro Tull made the walls shake throughout the house. The thin cotton shorts provided scant support for his thick cock swinging free and probably going to waste, yet again tonight. Visiting a room, once the center of their marathon sex chatting, now only used for storage. James soon found himself holding a box that he had stuck away one night after a sad sweep of his den. Slightly larger than a cigar box this metal Led Zeppelin boxed set storage container had served to save the small things that had touched his life. Not a regret box as much as a path never fully taken box. He had not thought to seek it out but it did appear he was inexpiably drawn to it. Opening the box he quickly found himself looking at the few pictures she had allowed him to take of her. Never a picture of them together, that had been her firm rule. Jean had refused any evidence of their love affair. But he did have his memories to fill in the missing details. James smiled as he looked at the picture of Jean with her short sandy hair, wearing her tight white jeans and white full neck sweater and flat sandal shoes. He remembered her soft lipstick contrasted with her bright painted toes. She looked so innocent, almost virginal, in that picture. He smiled knowing she had never noticed that the back of an upscale hotel room door was plainly visible. Her smile beamed back at him, almost a dare not to love her. He had often thought of this as his favorite "before" picture. With a surge of desire that made his cock twitch at the edge of his shorts James thought "Yes, this was just before our first kiss had we first made love." Jean had knocked softly on the hotel room door. She had never been in such a hotel as this let alone with another man since her marriage. The drive to the hotel was filled with an inner struggle. Her Lit-erotica num de plume "Passionate" had a heated argument with her pigtailed Jeannie, the good girl self. Even as she again knocked, a little harder on the door, an inner voice, born of her catholic upbringing, cried out for her to run before he had a chance to open the door. "Hello" James greeted her with a wide smile and his deep DJ voice beckoned her out of the hallway as he bowed and gestured for her to come in. "Oh, Hi, Thank you" Jean stumbled for the words knowing she was crossing one serious line as she crossed the door threshold to enter the room. As James closed the door she quickly scanned the large study area, with an adjacent room filled with a king bed and what liked like a hot tub. Teasing him Jean tried to break her nervous tension "You could not find anything more UPSCALE for our first date?" When James in silence did not respond to her obvious joke she just stood there, her smile tight almost forced. Her nervous hands clutched at the sides of her jeans as she stuttered to admit "I almost did not come. Err, .my.." Jean stopped speaking as James lifted up a camera and said "Smile". Before she could again speak he set down the camera and closed the distance between them. Wrapping her up in his arms he brought her close, sought her lips and then softly breathed between her lips, just before they touched, "I have waited for this for so long". The scent of her White Diamonds perfume and his Old Spice after shave inter mingled as they began to connect physically. That first heated kiss, lifting her to her toes, lasted several minutes as they ignited into a passion of touches, and caresses and exploring. For his part James was rewarded with the soft but firm feel of her swelling breast under her sweater. Jean felt the rush to her head as his thick cock pressed against her, telling her the passion she had so long missed was now in her arms. Each touch enflamed the next kiss that they continued to repeat. James finally began to kiss her neck and she in turn whispered how much she had wanted his touches. Jean took little time reaching down to find the girth of her new lover and was pleased that the online teasing and sex chatting was well founded. Breaking their embrace only slightly James cupped her breast on the outside of her sweater and professed: "I can't tell you how much I wanted you to come here today and not find an excuse to stay away". Steeping back into his arms she eased her head upon his shoulder, her lips wet, warm and soft upon his neck. Still holding his staff firmly in her clutch, Jean grinned and replied: "Darling, you have no idea how badly I want to cum here today". The both laughed at the play of words. As they again pressed their lips together James slowly slid his right hand under her sweater and rubbed softly across the smooth skin of her back, up her sides and finally, slowly, across the thin material of her bra. It was not her everyday bra. Jean recalled her husband had watched her dress that morning and had not even noticed it was thin, low cut and trimmed with white lace. As James brought his palm across her left nipple Jean gasped and moaned between kisses,"I LOVE being touched, by you!" Releasing her from his arms James slid his left hand under her sweater and in one quick motion pulled it over her head to fall on the couch behind them. His hands again began to slide up her sides to discover the warmth escaping from her thin and sexy bra. Feeling her nipples begin to swell Jean said impatiently "I need to take this off". Keeping James close in front of her she reached behind her back and began to unclasp her bra. James noticed the clicks, 1, 2, 3 and 4? and stared with absolute lust as the sexy cups dropped down her arms and then onto the floor, letting her firm 38DD's and jutting nipples come proudly free. Reaching up to cup them gently in his hands James softly spoke with adoration to the center of his gaze "My God, they are so beautiful, and firm." Hands now proudly on her hips Jean swayed slightly back and forth "I'm glad you like them!" She relished in the feel of her sensitive skin gliding over his hands as his gaze remained fixed upon her flowing tits. No previous lover, or professional porn star, had ever triggered the Firm reaction he was now feeling. Bending down, as if to pray, James began to kiss and gently lick the swelling orbs she had presented him. Each kiss was accompanied by a gently squeeze to the tendered breast. Jean, mentally tracking his ministrations and could sense the random path of his kisses were actually moving closer and closer, to her most sensitive erogenous zone, her nipples. As he kissed, and teased, a hand would leave her breast, but for a moment, to rub across the zipper of her jeans and then press against the awakening passion trapped inside. Jean slid off her sandals and reached for James to take off his shirt. As the buttons were released off his white satin shirt she was rewarded with the warm touch and feel of his fine chest hairs that had so turned her on during their sex chats. Wrapping the hairs on his chest in her fingers she again kissed him passionately while pinching his hard nipples. Pressing her breasts and swollen nipples against him she laughed then kissed him again, darting her tongue between his parted lips. "This is sooo much better than a cam" As Jean embraced her love James urgently pressed their kiss and felt his cock engorged and straining by the naked feel of her warm smooth skin against his. He reached down between them and released the button at the top of her jeans. As she kissed and pressed him tighter he deftly undid her thin brown belt and slid the zipper down past the top of her panties. Breaking their embrace Jean stepped back, her face flushed with desire, her nipples perturbing like two thick pencils. "Darling, let me help things along." James smiled a knowing stare as Jean worked her jeans down across her ample hips and kicked them aside, her only covering, a thin white satin panty with a lace V that ended just above her slit. The collection of moisture on the thin strip covering her pussy revealed she was shaven with thick lips straining the thin material. "Jimmy" Jean said, her gaze fixed upon his crotch "I think you have too much on." To his surprise and pleasure Jean quickly knelt before him and attacked his belt and zipper with lustful vigor. James had no chance to remove his shoes, let alone kick off his slacks. Jean blew her hot breath and kissed his cock head through his blue silk boxers, now thoroughly stained with his pre cum. His musky scent made her begin to drip with desire. James had to grab her head to keep from falling as she jerk down his shorts and engulfed his cock head in one swift motion. There was no cock teasing foreplay this day, just deep cramming as much of his swollen cock head into her mouth as she could. Her sucking, and licking of his pee slit was rewarded by more pre-cum. As she continued to grip his thick cock, her sounds were a mixture of a growl, when she could not get his girth down her throat, then a whimper when James reached down to pinch her nipples. This unexpected and aggressive milking of his cockhead was accompanied by a squeeze of his shaft and the deft massaging of his balls. When James tried to pull away she wrapped one arm around his thighs till her hand could catch the break in his ass. "I.. Wan ..Yoou..too kum" Jean breathed between long sucks, attacking his thick cock like it was her last meal. Jean thought to her good girl side, "Honey if I'm going to bad, I'm really, REALLY going to be BAD!" Pressing her breasts against James legs she rubbed them back and forth enjoying the pleasure from the tease of his hairy legs against her fully engorged nipples. James had planned a long and slow seduction but Jean had quickly turned the tables. He was beyond any rational thought, made prisoner by long building desire for her to be really FREE with him. Grabbing her head he steadied himself and began to enjoy the feel of her soft lips and tongue bathing his his swollen cockhead. Forcing his shaft into her hot, wet and warm mouth he nearly choked her as he felt the rising volcano coming from deep in his balls. Releasing his cock head for only a second Jean cried out to him, "You cum into my mouth, NOW!" The next thing James felt was simultaneous sucking of his cock head, her tongue trying to snake down his cum slit AND a finger deftly being inserted into his ass. "Oh MY GOD" James shouted so loud he could be heard clearly by anyone within a couple of rooms. The force of his released climax quickly choked Jean such that she had to let much of his precious HOT love juices spill out of her mouth and down her neck covering her right breast and nipple. For her pleasure Jean had been using her free hand to massage her own clit, a practice well learned from all those nights rejected by her husband. The thick cum in her mouth, and the hot lava like flow across her nipple sent her into a climax. Jean had to hold onto James leg while grinding her drenched hand against his leg to heighten the pressure on her clit. As her climax subsided Jean was fixated on the semi erect cock in front of her that was still dripping cum like the faucet in her old kitchen. As she uncorked James ass, she reached to take a hold of the cock that had so mesmerized her. As she nearly had it in hand James fell backwards, fortunately into a waiting chair. What a sight they presented. Her with her panties nearly ripped apart by her furious massaging of her clit and pulling on her own thick lips. He with his shirt half off down one arm, his pants and shorts entangled in his shoes and his thick member still leaking cock cream as it bobbed semi hard back and forth. As Jean began to crawl the few feet between them, James shot up straight. "Wait, he pleaded, did you bring it?" "Bring what sweetheart" Jean asked coyly with a deep smile "Do you mean my glass toy, the one with the increasing girth and ridges that I play with when we chat?" "Oh Fuck yes" James leaned forward quickly kicking off his shoes and pants. "Please tell me you did not forget that, YOU Promised." Standing and looking for her purse Jean rewarded his struggles to get fully naked by pulling it out of the black satin sleeve that protected the only sexual joy, till now, in her life. Taking it from her, like it was a precious jewel, James led her quickly into the master bedroom. Holding the trophy between them he removed the covering and immediatly began to kiss, taste and smell the symbol of their sex chat teasing all these many months. Jean watching him began to seductively remove her stained panties. Pointing at Jean, now comfortably laid out on the bed, James said "I have BIG plans for this today, so you will NEVER forget me, especially when you play in the future." "Cum show me how That" pointing at her toy while drawing up her legs wide "is going to make room in This" now pointing at her swollen pussy lips and almost virginal entrance " for THAT" now pointing with her painted toes at the thick member resting against his thigh. Lying down between her spread legs James leaned forward to run his tongue across her wet clit, down her swollen slit and deep into her tight love tunnel, darting quickly as fast as her could. Feeling Jeans legs begin to shake he broken contact, only long enough to whisper, "I will find a way sweetheart" then another lick to her exposed clit. As he began to suck on her clit like a small nipple James began to insert her toy. Looking up between her legs he saw her intent flushed face stare at him as he finally spoke a solemn promise " I will, baby girl, I WILL make ME FIT!" To be continued.... Valentine's Day Anniversary It was Valentine's Day. Actually, it was Valentine's evening, as most of the day had already slipped by. It was our 5th wedding anniversary, which seemed a hopelessly romantic idea at the time, having a wedding on Valentine's Day, surrounded by all the red hearts and little cupids and rose bouquets, and especially in light of our long history with the holiday I couldn't imagine it being on any other day, although in retrospect it really meant that reservations for our anniversary dinner would have to be made at least a year in advance in hope of having any chance of getting a table. Damn Hallmark holiday. ********** Jen and I had been together, as a couple, since high school. We started out as next door neighbors. Best friends since grade school. First loves. First lovers. The first time we made love we lost our virginity to one another. She was only 6 months older than me, and loved to tease me that she was the "older woman". Her parents had gone out of town, it was Valentine's Day weekend and they'd headed out for a romantic getaway, leaving us alone to our own devices. We spent most the day "playing house", pretending what life would be like when we were older and married and had a house of our own, and in the early evening, while listening to music and laying together on her bed, without even talking about what we were doing and what was happening, we kissed and we held and slowly the passion built. Our clothes began to be removed, piece by piece, all without speaking but nervously knowing what path we were headed down. I lay down on the bed, on my back, and she lay atop me, still kissing me, always kissing me, and I was lost in the warmness of her mouth and the feeling of her tongue dancing with mine, and her legs straddled mine as my cock pressed snuggly against her. I didn't move, not knowing what to do, well, knowing what to do but I'd heard the first time could be painful for girls and in that regard I didn't know what to do but I knew I didn't want to hurt her. So I let her control the pace, let her press herself against me, slowly pushing me inside her, and I held back with all I could for being a inexperienced boy full of raging hormones. If she felt pain, she didn't let on. We moved slowly, and I could swear I held my breath for minutes, forgetting to breathe as she began to pick up the pace. After I finally exhaled and breathed back in my hips had taken on a mind of their own and began meeting her hips thrust for thrust. We never stopped kissing each other, not once, not until her body started trembling and she started panting, and she raised her head up from mine and began to moan soft little moans that turned into soft little cries that turned in a much longer, extended groan. I felt my world turn upside down and my cock exploded inside her as she milked me in her waves. Then, still buried inside her, we kissed again, and laughed and smiled and held each other so tight. It was almost perfect. Almost, but not completely, because of the fact that I still had to leave her, alone in her bed, alone in her house, since I still had a curfew to abide by with no negotiation. But I think we both realized after that day, after a day of pretending to be husband and wife in almost every sense of the word, that it might not get any better than that but then again it just might. Early on in our relationship, before we had even started going out, I was 12 at the time I think, I had started keeping a journal on Jen's suggestion, as she had always kept one and swore by it. Initially, I used it to write down my dreams. You know, the ones that wake you in the middle of the night, the ones you always forget by morning leaving yourself cursing the fact you didn't write them down in the first place. But before long I was writing in it daily. Mostly, I wrote about Jen. Looking back, even though at the time we were just "best friends", I could read the signs that our relationship was leading up to much more. I wrote copious pages detailing our first date. Which was on Valentine's Day, of course. I was 14, and she had asked me to go with her to the "Turnabout Dance" at the high school as her date. Turnabout is the event where boys are relieved of the duty of garnering up enough courage to ask out a girl while full of nervous ticks, sweaty palms and raging hormones, and instead the tables are turned on the girls. They had to be the ones to do the asking. And Jen asked me. I wasn't too surprised, I was technically the "easy" choice, but I was still elated. We were freshman. I remember picking her up for the dance, wearing an ill-fitting suit with mismatched tie, and when her mother opened the door and invited me in I saw her standing there in a pale blue dress that matched her eyes, her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her lips glossed in light pink, and at that moment I don't think I'd ever felt more nervous. I danced on air with her the entire evening. And then later that night we shared our first real kiss. We'd kissed before, just testing the waters in our youth, trying to figure out what the big deal was all about, but those prior kisses paled in comparison to the one we shared on her front porch that night after I'd walked her home and was about to say goodbye. That kiss was slow, tinged with nervousness, and it meant something much more. To both of us. It was a turning point. A turning point at Turnabout. I hadn't thought of it that way before. In the journal I wrote about our first fight. Not quarrel. Every couple quarrels, mostly about silly things that if they really thought long and hard about they'd realize how silly those things were to quarrel about in the first place. I was talking about a real fight. The angry, mean, hateful type of argument that can threaten the very foundation of a relationship. Our first fight was a bad one. Our first fight also involved heavy usage of alcohol, which is an incendiary component to start off an argument with in the first place. We were at a high school party our junior year, one of those stereotypical parties at a huge home where the parents are gone but left a fully stocked liquor bar for the benefit of half the school's population. Jen and I really didn't drink often, probably more out of lack of opportunity than anything else, but that night we got wasted. No better word to describe it. And we made mistakes. In the alcohol induced haze I was stumbling around in, I found Jen in the arms of another guy. Dancing. And kissing. Nothing really too scandalous, and I'd had my own share of dancing and kissing with others that evening, but as I stood there watching them something changed in me. Something really bad, something that I didn't much like at all came pouring forth from me and I pulled her away from the guy, pulled her outside, and not making much sense in the least I proceeded to tear her down. As it turned out, she had seen me kissing other girls that night, and she was also hurt, and she was using the other guy to take it out on me. Turnabout is fair play. And there's that word again. Funny I hadn't noticed it before. Anyway, after many angry words were exchanged, words not truly meant and subsequently apologized for over and over again, we spent the night walking through the neighborhood together. As the alcohol burned off, and we realized what we'd done, not only with others but to each other, we held each other tight with a melancholy sadness and promised we'd never fight like that again. We'd never say those kinds of things to one another. Ever again. I kept the journal up through college, where we attended the same University (how could we stay apart?) Jen studied law, I studied economics. After graduation, hers with honors, we moved into our first apartment together. A tiny studio, in a suspect but growing area of the city, with little or no furniture to speak of like most young couples out of school. She started at a small law firm in the city, and I began work as an analyst at a financial brokerage house. Everyone was working out so well for us. And then finally, after a year of living together, on one cold February 14th - Valentine's Day, the very same day we'd celebrated for so many other significant events in our lives, I asked her to marry me. It was probably the very best day of my life up to that point. I think that one of the ways you can tell how much in love you are with someone is when you realize that every day that you spend with them has the potential to be the very best day of your life. Each day of my life with Jen always had that potential, and rarely ever disappointed. All the best days I could remember in my life included Jen. Bar none. ********** So it was on our third anniversary that we'd decided ourselves to be sick of the crowds and the hassle of the Valentine's Day holiday, and we made the monumental move to not go out. We'd stay in and celebrate at home. I'd cook, due to the fact I loved to cook and was quite good at it, and then that allowed Jen the rare luxury of a long, hot bubble bath while I prepared the multiple course meal. It all went spectacularly well. We had soft music, good food, candlelit table... and no crowds. It was just the two of us. Now, just a couple of years later, we wouldn't ever think of doing it any other way. And this year was our fifth anniversary. I had an incredible meal planned, the ingredients bought, and was just starting the preparations when Jen came home. "Hi, honey!" I wiped my hands clean on a washcloth and went into the living room to greet her. "Hi. What's that smell?" She was crinkling her nose and sniffing the air. Not a positive sign. "Um, I'm making dinner. Sautéing the garlic and mushrooms. It's our anniversary dinner, remember?" "Oh shit. That's right." She paused for a moment, and then she shook her head. "I'm sorry Peter, I really am, but tonight I've got a boatload of work to do before tomorrow morning. It definitely needs to be finished, I wasn't given another option, and I doubt I'll even have time to take a break. I'm not even sure when I'll get a chance to sleep." She looked at me, waiting for that sympathetic nod that said 'Sure, go ahead honey, I understand...' but that nod was not forthcoming. It seemed to be the norm over the past several months now that her life revolved around her work. Of course, she was doing exceptionally well, and was moving on to better cases and higher pay, and I really couldn't knock her for that. That was her dream. But I really missed her, missed being with her, and this was our anniversary. Our five year anniversary. We were supposed to be together. Sensing my disapproval and not wanting to push things, she sighed and turned off into the den to work. But I didn't let her go. I wasn't finished. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her around. "Wait a minute, Jen! C'mon, you've been working non-stop for months now! I've barely gotten to see you, and I've supported you up to now. But I'm sure you can take one night off - on your anniversary no less - to spend with your husband." I was trying to keep my calm, suppress the anger and frustration I felt welling up inside me, yet at the same time defying her to argue. Given the amount of stress I already knew her to be under at work that probably wasn't the best decision. "Don't grab me! You know how difficult it's been at work lately. We're busier than we've ever been, and until we hire more people I'm doing the work of at least three! I need to finish this work tonight. I don't have a choice. I'll make it up to you later." She pulled her arm back away from me, and turned away again to head into the den. I felt my blood boil. "Don't bother." I put on my best sneer and glared, daggers shooting from my eyes. She turned slowly back around. "Oh, that's really mature, Peter." She sneered right back. My hands clenched into tight fists, my fingernails digging into the flesh of my palms. Bile bubbled up from my stomach, ready to spew forth. I couldn't stop it. "Fuck you." I knew it was a mistake as soon as the words left my mouth. I had never sworn at her. Ever. It was the absolute worst possible thing I could think of to say to her, and I had said it to her with meaning and conviction. I saw her eyes immediately begin to water, in a way I hadn't seen since that night in high school when we'd had our first fight. Now I had broken my promise I made that night. Shit. "Wait..." I wanted to explain, to apologize, to somehow take it back. But it was too late. "Fuck yourself!" She pushed past me, not even looking at me, bolting out the front door then slamming it behind her. I stood and watched from the front window as she started the car and pulled away, speeding off into the night. The smell of burning garlic wafted through the air. ********* I'd stayed up that night, sitting by that same window I'd watched her leave from, just waiting for her to come back home. I assumed she had gone to her mother's, since she really didn't have anywhere else to go, not that I knew of at least, but I never thought that she might be gone all night. I felt miserable. Like a fucking idiot. I wanted to call her, but didn't know what to say. Like I said, a fucking idiot. I just wanted her back home. I felt could explain everything away when she got back home. At least, I'd hoped I could. At 4am, my eyes red and eyelids heavy, the phone rang. Thank god, I thought. She was calling me. But it wasn't Jen on the other line. It was the highway patrol. And they told me, very formally and diagnostically, that my wife had gotten into a serious car accident traveling north on Hwy 14. I realized that she must have been heading home from her mother's house at the time. The accident was very serious sir, the highway patrolman explained to me, and he was sorry to inform me that there were no survivors. He said other things, I know he did because somewhere in the back of my head I remember he talking on and on, and I also remember responding to his questions but when I think back on it I don't have a clue what they were. None of it really mattered. Jen was dead. ********* And just like that, she was gone from my life. At first, I didn't know what to think, or do, or say to other people. I didn't attend the funeral. Thank God her mother was there to make the arrangements. I imagine it must have been very beautiful. But I couldn't bring myself to go, to see her lying there, and to see her put down deep in the ground. It was all too new to me, too fresh in my mind, and I couldn't accept what had happened to her or my role in the events. What I did know was that she shouldn't have ever gone out that night. She should have stayed at home liked she had planned. Working. She was tired, and upset, and I pushed her out the door. Into the car. Into the void. To cope, I locked myself in, turned off the phone, never answering the door despite the doorbell ringing and the knocking of concerned family and friends, and I cried and I cried and I cried until my eyes stung and burned with the salt of my tears that eventually ran dry. And all I had left after that was the hurt. I went out later that week, late at night in a cold winter's rain, to the cemetery where she was buried. Jen had a spot next to her father, who had died just a few years before, so I remembered the location. I looked down to see the lines criss-crossing in the freshly cut sod that lay across her grave. I had brought her a rose. She loved roses so much. They were part and parcel of the whole Valentine's Day/Anniversary festivities we shared. I had bought her five dozen for our fifth anniversary that night, and then had hidden them in our bedroom for later that evening, where she had never gotten to so had never seen them. So I brought one single rose from that group with me. As I stood over her grave I thought again about what my life would be without her, as I had done all week. We were only in our twenties, and we had had so much life to share still in front of us. Now her life had been cut down. Just like the rose I held. It was still beautiful in death, as I'm sure she still was. But in a few more days the petals on the rose would be withered and brown, and with that thought I couldn't bear to imagine what would happen to Jen as the days wore on. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. I dropped the rose on her tombstone, and as if on cue a petal fell from bloom. "I'm so sorry, Jen..." Those were the only words I spoke as the tears fell again from my eyes, mingling with the rain, and I turned and ran away. I went back home, and saw my journals sitting out that I had used to pour my heart and soul into all week, and suddenly I couldn't imagine writing in them ever again. I put them away forever. That chapter was finished. ********* Three years later I met Meghan. I wasn't looking for anyone, really. In fact, I hadn't had a serious relationship with anyone else since Jen. Couldn't fathom it. Especially around the winter holidays, when I usually holed myself inside and buried my days and nights in work trying to avoid any references to Valentine's Day, but knowing that was well nigh impossible, especially since they seemed to start the advertising machine just days after Christmas. This was late summer though, Labor Day, sunny and warm and far removed from the winter months. I was at a co-worker's Labor Day picnic and Meghan was one of his wife's friends. I saw her first, I think. She had short brown hair with a light curliness about it, tall and lean with big dark chestnut brown eyes, and she had this great throaty laugh that caught my attention all the way from the other side of the patio. As I slowly drank my beer I watched her, with her full lips, bright smile, and animated hand movements, until she noticed me looking and before I realized I was staring right at her and could avert my eyes I saw her cock her head as if trying to place my face, and she smiled back at me and winked. It dawned on me then that I had been smiling at her too. Without warning, as if on cue, Dan came up to me from behind, patting me on the back and handing me another beer. "Pete, drink up. It's a party." I worked with Dan. He was closest person I had to a best friend. He was single, but unlike me had never married. Never wanted to either. He wasn't really a "player" by the typical definition, but he absolutely liked to think of himself as such. He was a funny guy, which usually won him points, but his lack of commitment always killed his relationships. And it didn't help he was so blatant in proclaiming it. "Hey, Dan. Thanks. How are things?" "Not bad, Petey. Not bad at all. I was walking by and noticed someone had piqued your interest over there." He motioned his head very discreetly towards the girl with the short brown hair and the throaty laugh and I blushed. I don't know why I did, but Dan picked up on it instantly. "Why, Pete! I've never seen you turn red before!" He laughed out loud, too loud, and I turned to head back inside. He pulled me back. "Wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry, Pete. My bad. You know her?" I shook my head. "Well, you're in luck then. I do." I looked at him suspiciously. "No, no, not that way. I never slept with her. She turned me down flat. Said something about my reputation... can you believe that? Anyway, her name is Meghan. Here, let me introduce you..." And that's how Meghan and I met. On a holiday. But not a Hallmark holiday. I fell in love almost instantly. Our courtship was fast and furious and intense, and we had so much in common it initially scared me. It was like we thought the same thoughts at the same times, felt the same feelings, shared the same dreams. For the first time in three years I actually felt alive again, like something inside me that had long been asleep was waking up, and black and white days turned to color. Jen was always in the back of my mind, but they were stretches of time now where I only thought of Meghan and how happy I was to have met her. And she felt the same way about me. Valentine's Day Anniversary Then Valentine's Day loomed. I had told Meghan about the significance of the holiday, and about Jen and I, but nothing about the situation the night of her death. I kept that bottled up inside, deep inside, and I didn't ever want to uncork that again. I felt guilt, and shame, and I didn't want to share that anyone, including Meghan. She understood, and for reasons I can't fathom she didn't press me for answers, just gave me the time I needed those weeks before and after the holiday to isolate myself. And when I finally came out of my self-imposed funk she was still there, waiting for me. And she still loved me. Spring and summer flew by in a haze of love and passion. The more time we spent together, the less time we could stand to be apart. The more we learned about each other, the more we liked. She moved in with me on the fourth of July, the very antithesis of "independence day" if you think about it, and on Labor Day, our first "anniversary", I asked her to marry me. Without hesitation she said "YES!", and on impulse we flew to Vegas and tied the knot with Elvis as our witness. It was sweet, it was whimsical, and it was downright corny. It was too much. It was all I ever wanted, and I'd never been happier. We honeymooned in Hawaii and we floated on clouds and we swam in waterfalls and slept on the beach. And in two weeks we returned home to the well wishes of family and friends and began to settle in to our life together. It couldn't have been anymore perfect. And when I realized that... the joy, the perfection, and the overwhelming love I felt for Meghan... my heart began to shut down. Somewhere inside I couldn't reconcile the happiness I felt now with the happiness I had felt with Jen. I tried to fake it, but Meghan knew me too well. She still didn't push, but I couldn't give her the answers she wanted either. And then February came around again. Valentine's Day. And despite my best efforts I closed up again, which was much more evident to her now that we were married. The best I could do now was to seclude myself at the office, to not expose her to my pain. I left home early in the morning and worked late into the night, and made excuses to not be around her. But on Valentine's Day, the office littered with red paper hearts and streamers and chocolates, I had to get out of there. My mind was swimming. For the first time ever I actually considered revisiting the cemetery where Jen was buried and before I realized what I was doing, I was standing in front of her grave. It didn't look different, aside from the fact the grass had now fully grown in. And there were fresh flowers there. A bouquet of roses. Her mother must have brought them earlier that day. Suddenly, I felt stupid for not bringing anything myself, my hands searching fruitlessly through empty pockets. I was there, but I didn't know why, and I didn't know what to do now that I was there. I turned and looked around, no one else was anywhere to be seen, and I just started talking. "Hi... Jen." I choked on the words. I didn't expect an answer, and didn't receive one, so I kept talking. "It's been awhile. I'm sorry. I'm, um, I'm married again..." As soon as the words left my mouth I couldn't continue. The tears started to flow. Here I was, telling my dead wife about my life, while she had none. Telling her she'd been replaced. I stumbled backward. It was a mistake to have come here. I grabbed my cell phone from my coat pocket and called home. "Hello?" "Hi, Meg, it's me." "Hey, baby. Are you at work still?" "No... I'm not." I couldn't explain to her where I was, not when I didn't know myself. "I'm on my way home though." "Oh!" She sounded surprised. I guess I couldn't blame her, given my recent home avoidance practices. "Ok... I'll be waiting here for you." "See you soon. I love you." "I love you too, baby..." And I quickly made my way out the cemetery, never looking back. ********** During the drive home my mind was spinning in confusion. I loved Meghan. I loved Jen. I should be happy. I shouldn't be happy. My heart was elated. My heart was broken. The dichotomy was tearing me apart. I pulled into the driveway and sat in the car, trying to summon up the courage to tell Meghan. To tell her everything. I went inside the house, resigned to my actions. "Honey?" There was no sign of her. From upstairs I heard the water running in the bathtub. This was odd, because Meghan wasn't really the bathtub type. I walked up the stairs, and entered our bedroom. The bathroom door was shut. And lying on the bed were my old journals. And Jen's journals. The ones I had hidden away never to be found. But Meghan had found them, and she had read them. I stood in shock, feeling all at once violated and betrayed and incensed. I clenched my hands into tight fists, my fingernails digging in. I hadn't been this upset since... since... no. I shook my head clear. This wasn't the same. I walked over to the bathroom door and flung it open. The world stopped spinning. Lying in the bathtub surrounded by bubbles was a girl. With her long, blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Lips pink with gloss. She opened her eyes and looked at me. With blue eyes. With weak knees I fell backwards. What was happening? I dropped down onto the bed. In the distance, it sounded so far away, I heard the girl splashing the water as she left the tub. Looking at the doorway I saw her silhouette appear, a towel wrapped tightly around her. "J-Jen?" I don't know why I said that. I knew deep down inside that it couldn't possibly be her. The girl walked towards me, slowly, and gently pushed me back on the bed as she unbuttoned my shirt. "Shh..." she said, putting a finger to my lips to silence me. I let her undress me, remove my shirt, remove my pants, leaving me lying naked on the bed. She dropped her towel from her body and straddled me, leaning forward to embrace me in a kiss. In her kiss I was lost. I had no idea where I was, or when it was. She broke the kiss, and spoke to me. "Oh, baby... I love you. I love you so much. You know that. Never forget that. Never doubt that. I've loved you since we were little, living next door, best friends and lovers, and I'll always love you..." Oh my god... Jen... "But..." I wanted t speak but she didn't let me finish. She lowered her head to my neck, and whispered in my ear. "It's ok, baby. I know you're sorry. I know you didn't mean for anything to happen to me. It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault. It just... is." I instinctively kissed her neck, as she lightly licked around my ear. I felt the knot in my stomach, the knot I'd had for days, the knot that was always there to remind me it was Valentine's Day, I felt it... begin to dissipate. And as I kept kissed her, and held her to me, the familiar feelings I had for her, that I hadn't allowed myself to feel for so long, began to free themselves from whatever dark chamber of my heart I was locked them in. I remembered back, way back, to that Valentine's Day, on Jen's bed, Jen atop me, just like now, and I felt myself harden beneath her. She shifted, positioning herself so my cock was poised at her opening. "That's it baby, it's ok." She slowly began to move her hips, as my cock slid inside her. "I love you, baby... and... it's ok." She slid herself lower, all the way down on me, burying me inside her, and quietly whispered, "I forgive you..." That did it. Those three simple words. Everything inside me that I had been holding in, holding tight, locked up where no one, not even I, could touch it, it all came crashing out. Tears started flowing, and my chest started heaving, loud gasps of air bursting forth as I inhaled and exhaled. "Oh god... Jen..." She was riding me now. My cock thrusting inside her. Tears falling from her eyes, splashing on my face and intermingling with my own. "It's ok, baby... it's ok..." She kept repeating her mantra. Reassuring me. Healing me. It was true. It was ok. I realized that now. Jen didn't die because we had an argument. Jen didn't stop loving me because of what I had said. It was a horrible thing I'd said, and it happened to be a horrible time for me to say it, but even afterward I knew Jen still loved me and I still loved her. So did Meghan. She'd read it in our journals. She read mine, and she'd read hers. She knew exactly how we'd felt about each other, and what had happened to Jen, and then what subsequently had happened to me. And Meghan loved me so much, so very, very much, that she was willing to play the role of my first love to show me what I should have already known. I opened my eyes. No... she had opened my eyes. "Meghan..." She looked down at me, still crying, her hips still moving. I reached up and removed the blonde wig. That wasn't her. And right now it was Meghan I wanted, not Jen. It was Meghan who deserved my love and attention. Underneath the wig, her short brown hair had been all matted down. I ran my fingers through it to bring it back to life. God I loved her hair. I rolled her over on her back so I that I was on top, still inside her, and she wrapped her legs tightly around me. We looked deep into each other's eyes. "I love you, Meghan." She smiled and closed her eyes. I thrust deep inside her. She matched my movements. Our pace quickened, our bodies melding together, breathing hard. It felt so right. It felt perfect. And within minutes, we'd both cum. I gently rolled off her and lay at her side, cradling her in my arms as she curled in against me, her head lying on my still rapidly rising and falling chest. "You're so wonderful, Meghan. I love you so much. Thank you... so much." "Shh... baby. I love you too." And we fell asleep in each others arms. The next morning I ran out quickly, while Meghan was still sleeping. The Hallmark store had just opened, and they hadn't yet put away the Valentine's Day decorations. I picked out a huge red card shaped like a heart for her, then left for the florist. I bought two dozen red roses. Driving home I stopped off at the cemetery to leave one of the dozen at Jen's gravesite. I think she'd have liked that. As I put them in the vase near her headstone, I smiled. No more tears. Only good memories. The rest of the day was reserved for Meghan and me. We had a lot of Valentine's Day catching up to do. I wondered how difficult it would be to make restaurant reservations on the day after... Valentine's Day at Wunderclub This story was written as an exhibitionists escalation for a friend; sort of a how far would you go in real life. Enjoy. * Derek was away for a conference and was joined by his long-time girlfriend Lisa for a bit of a vacation. The conference was over and they had a few days to let loose before going home. Derek was six foot one, 180 pounds with dark wavy hair. He wasn't a model but went to the gym regularly. What Lisa loved the most about him were his abs and touched his butt whenever she could. Lisa was five foot seven, a hundred and fifteen pounds, with straight dark brown hair that just touched her shoulders. Years of Pilates and an occasional booty boot camp kept her stomach flat. She was very proud of that. Derek loved her C cup breasts and often though about the way they bounced as they made love. Derek had forgotten that it was Valentine's Day and hadn't booked anything. He asked around and was told about a great club by one of the people he had met at the conference. It sounded perfect for really cutting loose. He told Lisa about it and they decided to go that night. Lisa wore a stretchy ribbed jersey knit dress that clung to her curves, hugging her thighs and ending just above the knee. Its cream colour and scoop neck emphasised her flawless skin and slight tan. Derek had chosen that one earlier in the day, as they went shopping after her having modelled a bunch. Derek was wearing dark wool pants that fit his ass snugly and a button down shirt. A slim cut blazer complimented and highlighted his broad shoulders. They arrived much too early. It was modelled after a German techno club. There was a small stage at the end building and small raised dance platform in the middle. A bar extended then length of one side and booths and raised bar tables were scattered about. They were the first ones there and chose a booth next to the bar. An attractive waitress served them Prosecco and they ordered appetizers. Derek admired the way the dress fit her. He told her and she blushed at the compliment. A few other couples came in as they talked. Derek reminded her of how good their lovemaking had been the previous night. Lisa blushed further as he whispered across the table all sorts of naughty things that he wanted to do to her. Music started and a woman started dancing on stage. She was wearing a glittery full support bra and matching thong. Her moves were obviously professional as she pranced and moved around the stage. They watched in silence for while admiring the attractive woman. It wasn't a lewd dance more of something that you would see at a dance club. Derek told Lisa that she should be up there shaking her booty, dressed similarly. She playfully slapped his arm, and then rested her hand on his. He looked at the lines of her bra and boy shorts through her dress and imagined Lisa up there. Lisa had tried on several set of undergarments earlier in the day but settled on her favourite lace trimmed matching set in white. There were other that were less visible and had seriously considered a thong but she liked the way her ass looked better in these. The bar started to fill in a bit. The lights dimmed a bit changing from dinner mode to club mode. The atmosphere was electric. A couple of more professional dancers had done their thing on stage. There was no clothing removed and it added to the air of anticipation. The current girl was very good and Lisa and Derek stopped saying naughty things to one another to watch. She enticed the audience with suggestive moves that still exuded class. She wore a gold thong with blue trim and matching top. Derek beckoned Lisa close and whispered into her ear, "If go to the washroom and remove your bra and panties, I'll buy you champagne." She looked shocked at his suggestion. His chiseled jaw and lustful eyes made her brash. "I will, if you will." He ordered the champagne and went to the bathroom. His white cotton boxer briefs were folded and put in the pocket of his blazer. Damn he was partially hard. He looked at his image in the mirror. The tight thin fabric outlined his engorging cock. Thank god it was dark. He returned to his seat. Lisa giggled at the outline in his pants and he gulped the last of his Prosecco as he sat down. She had a twinkle in her eye. He gestured to her with a slight nod to the bathroom. She licked her lips, stood up and sashayed to the bathroom. Derek noticed several couples watched her as she walked the length of the bar. One couple got up from their booth and stood at the bar next to Derek and Lisa's table. Derek nodded politely at the couple. Lisa returned looking very self-conscious and she held the hem of her dress walking nervously. She sat quickly finishing her glass of prosecco in three gulps. Derek admired the outline of her figure through the material. Her nipples were trying to bore through the material, the outline of her breasts clearly visible. "You look very hot." "Thank you." She leaned into him. "I'm so turned on right now." The waitress arrived with their Champagne and was fiddling with the cork. Lisa and Derek were admiring the dancer in gold and blue who had just finished her performance. She stopped nearby and wiped the perspiration from her brow with a towel. The subtle pop drew their attention to the waitress. "Natasha has a very nice ass doesn't she? I could stare at it all day." The waitress said nodding her head to the dancer in gold a blue. "I agree, it's the second best ass in the club," Derek smiled looking at Lisa. "Would you like to meet her? Natasha, would you mind joining us." Natasha glided to their table still breathing heavily and patting her face. Sweat glistened from all of her exposed skin. She sat down beside Lisa. "Natasha this is Derek and Lisa." "I am pleased to meet you." Natasha oozed in a mild Russian accent. "And you. We were admiring your ass. You have fantastic moves up there." Derek said. "One feeds the other. The more I dance the better it looks. Do you mind if I have a sip of your champagne? I am very thirsty." "Have a glass, this is our second bottle of bubbles tonight and we won't be able to finish it." Derek invited. "I was mentioning that you have the second best ass here." Derek smiled as he gestured to Lisa. Lisa was blushing a crimson hue that extended from her hairline to toes. "Stand up, let me see." said Natasha. Lisa stood nervously. Natasha leaned back admiring Lisa up close. "Yes that may be true." Lisa sat down again quickly. "Did you want a tour of the private area upstairs? It's the reason most people come to the club." Lisa's curiosity was piqued, "What happens upstairs?" "It is easier if I show you. Give me five minutes to get permission and I will return for you." Lisa was animated and she wondered why permission would be required. They were discussing possibilities when Natasha returned. "Come. Leave your things. This table is reserved for you." Natasha held a substantial looking key which opened a sturdy looking door. A narrow stairway led upstairs. "I am the floor manager for the second floor and I control all that goes on up here. Cover charge is $60 per person. My word is law and you will be removed very rapidly if you break the rules. This is the change area, women on the left men on the right. There are cubbies for your personal effect and you have the only key, although most prefer to leave their keys with me for safekeeping. Rule one, no one is allowed past this area wearing more than their undergarments." Natasha eyed Lisa up and down noticing the lack of panty lines. "Less if they prefer." Lisa blushed again. "Rule two, you only get one towel so keep it with you at all times. If you lose it or it gets soiled you will not get another. Rule three, everything is consensual. If I even get a hint that something isn't right you will be removed. We tend to discourage rough play because it's too difficult to tell" Lisa looked puzzled, "Wait people have sex here?" "Yes, again no one does anything that they don't want to do but people couple here every night. This is our wooden cross, which is quite popular. You can lean on it forwards, backwards and hold the leather loops pretending that you are restrained." Natasha performed the positions as she talked. "This is our swing which is also very popular. It has loops for the arms, legs and back and can be used in all sorts of way. I won't demonstrate but you get the idea." Lisa was in shock. She didn't realize these places existed. She found herself getting warm as Natasha described their use. Late this evening someone would be mostly naked or even entirely naked in that swing. Derek was becoming uncomfortable hard. Natasha was describing plainly and very matter of fact, hot sex. "This raised area is also one of the favourites. Watch your step." Natasha motioned for them to follow her up the five steps. A huge bed was on a platform surrounded by walls to the ceiling on the side and headboard. The side walls were mirrored and snug against the bed and the only way on to it was the platform that they were standing on. "Later at night this is the most popular spot. You can watch yourself in the mirror or as you can see it is one way glass and other can watch you form the viewing areas." Natasha descended the steps. Lisa's mouth was formed in a large 'O' in surprise. The bed was quite clear through the viewing area. Natasha continued. "This area is our glory hole area. Men are on the left. Women are on the right." "Wait." Derek interrupted. He was fully hard and breathing heavily. "How does the woman glory hole work? The guys obviously stick their cock through the hole and chick suck on it from the other side. What about the women?" "Come in let me show you, the women lie on their backs on this padded bench. They put their feet up against the wall put their pussy next to the hole. Then the men or women can finger or lick them from the other side. I won't demonstrate but you understand now?" Derek just nodded. Lisa's pussy was now soaked as she imagined herself on her back as unknown strangers licked her most sensitive areas. Natasha continued "This area is my favourite. The raised bed is surrounded by short vertical bars on three sides. You can grab onto the bars for support and other can watch easily." Natasha kicked off her shoes, and climbed on the bed on all fours. She held the bars and rocked as if she were being fucked hard doggie style. Natasha shivered slightly obviously re-living some past experience. She got down and put her shoes back on. "Yes definitely one of my favourites." She smiled. Lisa was amazed at the woman's confidence. She's obviously spent a lot of time here as a patron to have favourites. This place was real. She found herself wanting something. She wanted more. She was anxious to see what is next. "These are a series of private rooms. There is always a fairly long line up to these rooms as a lot of couples prefer to be private bout some things." Natasha smiled at the couple. "Lastly is the wet area. These glass showers can be fun while you hose one anther down while being watched by others. This large area is the common shower which is always a lot of fun. See there are multiple shower heads that you can use to spray at someone on the opposite side. All shower heads are equipped with pulse, jet, stream and everyone's favourite massage." "Lastly on the tour is our large Jacuzzi tub. It can hold 14 people and has adjustable jets and bubbles. For health reasons you may not have sex in here. I will warn you only once." Natasha paused. "Did you have any questions?" Lisa was numb, not trusting herself to speak. Derek spoke first, "How do I know this place isn't filled with disgusting perverts." "Good question. There are no unaccompanied males allowed. We have a few regulars that we have known for years that only watch, but they are the exception. Also I try very hard to maintain an environment of respect. You get in by my invitation only and I interview every couple before being allowed in. You two are invited this evening if you would like. When you pay you will get a pink wrist band that allows you free reign of this floor and allows in and out privileges, but you probably won't need to. " Lisa swallowed hard. Her head was swimming. Her body was hot all over. Natasha looked at her. "Lisa did you have any questions?" Lisa could only shake her head, no although her body was saying yes. "Well that concludes our tour. If you have any additional questions just have your waitress call for me and I will be happy to answer them. I will leave your names with the maître if you would like to join us. The doors open at 11 pm and the club stays open to 5 AM." As they were headed back Derek noticed a door. "What's in there?" "That leads upstairs to our special room." Natasha was uncharacteristically tight lipped. "I hope you enjoyed your tour and that will join us later." Derek and Lisa sat back at their table and both gulped their champagne. Lisa was shaking with nervous tension. The club had filled in since they departed. Almost everyone was in couples. There was a group of girls dancing on the dance floor and several of the professional dancers were on stage, on the bar counter and on a platform in a corner. The atmosphere was ramping up. Everyone was gook looking and well dressed. Derek noticed that the couple that had followed Lisa were still leaning against the bar next to their booth. It was less obvious as others had crowded around. The man raised his glass to Derek. Lisa finally had the nerve to speak, "This place is crazy. I'm so horny right now, I'm probably leaving a spot on my seat." She giggled nervously. "Ya that was pretty hot. Can you believe that all of these people will be upstairs fucking in an hour?" "Do you think so?" "Yes, Natasha said that is the reason everyone comes, right." Lisa looked around all of the couples seemed to be eying one another with interest. She noticed that there seemed to be a lot of touching going on. "I can't believe we're in a place like this." Derek pulled her to sit next to him like most of the other couples were. He laughed. "We'll have something to tell our grandchildren." She looked at him with interest, it was the first time he' every used that phase and all that it implied. "I'm not telling anyone anything." She smiled at him. "It's not like we did anything. We went to an interesting bar and were forced on a tour." "We were hardly forced, I saw you looking at Natasha's ass. You would have followed her to the kitchen and washed dishes for an hour just to keep looking at it and I know how much you hate to do dishes." she chided while smiling at him. "I plead guilty, but she did have a very nice ass. Yours is still better though." "Thank you. Compliments like that will get you first hand up close viewing." He raised his eyebrow at her and she winked at him. "What do you think these people are like? Take this couple." Derek nodded at the couple who had followed Lisa. It didn't seem creepy to him at all, the couple were just interested. He was a little shorter that average and solidly built with sandy coloured hair and wore jeans and a tee shirt. HE had a winsome smile. She was a little taller, had light brown hair that went down her back. She was wearing a slip dress that ended mid-calf. It was obvious that she wearing a bra because her nipples were visible hardened against the fabric. She was leaning back against with both elbows on the bar and one hand held a beer bottle looking a little bored. "Well he's certainly good looking." "I'll bet he's well hung." She slapped his arm at his comment. "I'll bet that you could find out later if you wanted, all it would cost you is your clothes." He said as he pointed his eyes upstairs. The man Derek and Lisa were discussing leaned his partner and whispered in her ear. She smiled and tilted her head to him. He leaned into her and kissed her passionately, their tongues darting in and out of one another. His hand trailed down her side tracing the side of her breast. Her nipples hardened further at the touch. His hand grabbed her hip possessively. Her legs opened a bit. His fingers slid down reaching her exposed thigh and started caressing its soft smooth skin. She took a deep long breath and her hips rocked slightly forward into his hand. His fingertips slid between her thighs rubbing gentle circles against the soft flesh. Her kiss became more urgent. He slid his hand higher lifting the hem of her dress. She took a quick short intake of breath. Derek and Lisa were frozen at the spectacle right next to them. They both watched as the woman's black lace panties peaked below her dress while the man massaged her inner thighs. His finger was just touching the fabric rubbing up and down. "Mark! Jolene!" someone shouted. The man patted her hot spot and allowed her dress to fall as they broke their kiss. The couple greeted the intruding couple like old friends as they laughed and smiled. Lisa and Derek were quiet for a bit lost in their own thoughts. "We'll, now we know their names." Derek said breaking the silence Lisa laughed as she sipped her champagne. The wheels were turning in her head. Derek continued, "We could only watch, you know. It's not like anyone here would ever know us." He reached behind her giving her ass a private little squeeze. "And it's not like we'll show anyone anything. It will be like wearing our bathing suits." Lisa thought about the undergarments in her purse. Although they were white, they were mostly cotton and it was true that she had bathing suits that covered less. She was curious but terrified. Derek's hand was still resting at the top of her ass. He leaned in and pressed his lips lightly against hers. Her building passion exploded and kissed him fiercely sticking her tongue down his throat as she wrapped her hands in his hair pulling him into her. A light sweet sounding bell rung in the bar and almost everyone started heading to the stairs. Derek put his hand behind her neck and led her to a standing position while still kissing her passionately. He broke the kiss leaving them both breathless. He took her hand and led her upstairs following the large group pausing only to pay at the entrance. At the top he paused, looking into her eyes. He put the bright pink band around her wrist and fixed one to his own wrist as well. People were already filing out of the change rooms in all sorts of undergarments. "I'll meet you back here in a moment." She was frozen in her spot. He gave her a little nudge and seeing that she was continuing, he entered the change room. He pulled off his pants, shirt and jacket as quickly as he could stuffing them into one of the lockers. He took the key and attached it to his wrist band with the clip provided. 'Smart.' he thought. He looked at himself in the mirror provided. Oh crap. He had a huge hard on. He adjusted himself. Crap. This thing isn't going away any time soon. He looked around and almost everyone was sporting some sort of wood. He left quickly to ensure that he was waiting there for Lisa. Derek was met outside by Natasha. "I'm glad you decided to join us, I'm sure that you will have a wonderful time. I have brought your champagne from downstairs. May I take your key?" He removed the key handing it to her as she handed him two glasses. "You have a very nice ass too." she said looking down at his posterior. "Can you get us another bottle of Champagne? I'm sure we are going to need it." "Certainly Derek. Any time you want a refill, just come to the desk. They will know the bottle is yours" Lisa exited the change room. Her top looked like a white underwire sports bra but was more suited to everyday wear. It was her favourite because it was very comfortable. Her bottoms were cotton and both were trimmed with lace edging. Derek smiled at her with a jokingly obvious leer and while licking his lips exaggeratingly. Valentine's Day at Wunderclub She laughed and accepted the offer champagne flute. They looked around the room trying to take it all in. "I sort of expected everyone to be fucking right off the bat. I was afraid that there would be a massive orgy going on right away." She looked down at his straining cock. "Although it looks like you wish there was a massive orgy going on." "Well not everyone has your libido." he joked. "I never imagined so many different styles of underwear." He looked down at his white boxers. "We are so Vanilla." She laughed looking down at herself. They walked over to the cross where a chesty woman was holding onto the leather handholds. Several guys were tickling her and she was laughing almost hysterically begging them to stop. One gave her a playful slap on the ass. There was a line up waiting to be tickled, apparently. Another woman was trying to figure out the swing as her partner was helping out. "Where do I put my legs?" she said as she flopped backwards accidentally putting her feet high in the air. A group had gathered in front of the see through window. Lisa and Derek joined them. A couple had climbed on the bed and the guy was asking for direction from the crowd on what to do with her. Strip her was universal response. She protested playfully saying no, no, as he tried to grab for her clothes while squealing with laughter. Several couples were on the bed that had the bars, testing different potential sexual positions. Everyone below was making wildly outrageous and impossible positions. One couple started mock sex doggy style similarly to what Natasha had showed earlier. They were screaming wildly and moaning in an exaggerated fashion. The woman screamed a wild loud piercing wail and they stopped laughing hard while looked towards an embarrassed but smiling Natasha. Derek looked at Lisa. "This isn't so bad?" "I was ready to bolt, but this could be a lot of fun. Hey look at the couple already in line for one of the private rooms." Derek followed her gaze to a couple in a passionate kiss. His hand was behind her neck while the other was openly kneading her ass over her undergarments. Hers were wrapped around his waist and had slipped inside his waistband. The door was unlocked for them and they stumbled in closing the door behind them. Derek saw a flash of skin before the door closed. "Well I guess when you have got an itch that has to be scratched." Derek paused for a moment. "Let's go back to the front." They made their way against the flow of people and found that there was a room beside the raised bed. They opened the door entered and closed the door behind them. They were all alone. They had a perfect view of the action on the bed through the one way glass. There were two couples on the bed and they were wrestling. They were banging into the glass and it was difficult to see what the point was. The one of the men yelled 'Aha!' and came out of the scrum with a bra. A woman squealed and then was pinned with her naked breasts pressing into their glass. Lisa swallowed hard. "They have no idea we are here do they." A hand appeared between the woman's legs and started rubbing her through her panties vigorously. She looked shocked and sank into the hand for a moment before spinning and pounding on the man's chest saying that's not fair. He looked apologetic and asked for forgiveness puckering for a kiss. The woman took her chance and yanked his underwear down exposing his cock. "Hmmm. Circumcised." She patted Derek's bulge. "Just like you." He moved behind her and started massaging her shoulder. She leaned back into him as they watched the play fight on the big bed. Derek started to massage Lisa's breasts over her bra trailing his hand to rest over her mound. She breathed deeply. "Stop. What if someone were to walk in? We're here to watch." She looked down at her empty champagne glass. "Let's get another drink." Natasha filled their glasses silently. They stood there awkwardly. Natasha looked at them "Why don't you hang out in the hot tub for a while. It's a great place to just hang out and absorb everything." "Great idea." said Derek. They walked over to the unoccupied hot tub. Derek pressed the button for the jets and the bubbles and had his leg over the side to get it. "Wait! What about your underwear? Won't they get wet?" Lisa said alarmed. Derek looked around at all of the people milling around. "Well I'm not taking them off, if that is what you mean." He climbed into the mass of foamy bubbles. "Oh this is heavenly. Come join me." Lisa looked to the sides nervously then entered the tub. "Oh this is nice. I can see getting all wrinkled in here." "And no one can see under the bubbles." He lunged at her grabbing for her midsection. They started to wrestle a bit, laughing as each tried to gain an advantage. "Enough. Enough. I want to drink my champagne." He pulled away reaching for his own glass but resting his hand high on her thigh under the bubbles. They watch for a while in silence. A few women had lots their tops but most were still fully clothed. Many people were just talking and drinking. Natasha came up to them holding their champagne. "Top up?" "Yes please." Lisa said holding up her glass. "Hey Natasha, does it always start like this? People are sort of just standing around talking." "It is almost always like this. Everyone wants to mingle and get to know what each other may enjoy, trying to find a compatible match for later. And a few of the regulars already know what they are going to do with whom so they are just getting caught up. I have to go, but I will check up on you later." Mark and Jolene entered the tub opposite Derek and Lisa and introduced themselves. "Is this your first time?" "Is it that obvious?" Derek smirked. Jolene laughed. "We all sort of know one another so anyone new is sort obvious. Well that and your virgin whites." Mark interjected, "A bit of advice, since you are the new meat, a few couples will try and claim you. You will be all hot and heavy and then oops something will slip. If you are into that sort of thing, then fuck the shit out them. If not then just make sure there can be no misunderstanding." Lisa smiled at them, "Are you one of the predators? Your performance in the bar was something." Mark laughed. "Oh yes absolutely." "Derek, you have a marvelous ass." Jolene said abruptly. Lisa tensed, "But it's all mine." She said as she wrapped her arms around him possessively. Jolene laughed, "I didn't mean that I wanted it, well at least not without permission but we use compliments to figure out what each other may want. It's much better than 'Derek, your well-muscled ass looks like it could pound my pussy for hours. Wanna fuck?'" Lisa laughed. "Ok I get it... I think." She released her grip allowing her hand to side down his side. "So being an experienced couple what are you going to do this evening. We're looking for ideas." She said playfully. Mark laughed. "The direct approach is so refreshing. Do you want us do a show for you? We loved your reactions in the bar." "Right now?" Derek couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. Mark responded by turning to Jolene and whispering in her ear. She put her hands behind her head and leaned back using her hands as a pillow on the edge of the hot tub. Marks hands disappeared under the bubbles as he caressed Jolene's breasts through her top. She pushed her chest into his hands raising them above the bubbles. Marks other hand reached down between her legs. It was impossible to determine what he was doing but Jolene was enjoying it. Lisa felt Derek's hand slide between her thighs. She opened them allowing him easier access. Jolene took one hand and slipped it under the bubbles towards Marks's crotch. Mark grunted. Lisa slipped her hand from Derek's side put it on his thigh allowing the back of her pinky to rest against his balls. Mark and Jolene were getting into it caressing and touching one another in ways that they knew would bring pleasure. Mark looked at them, "Did you want to see more." Lisa nodded her head. She didn't notice if Derek did as well as she was too mesmerized by the show. Mark moved behind Jolene and pulled her top over her head exposing her west shiny breasts. Jolene's nipples were extended. Derek's cock twitched against Lisa's finger. She cupped his cock in her hands. Mark caressed and rubbed Jolene's exposed mounds playing and teasing. He took her nipples and rolled and pinched them between his fingers. Jolene reacted with deep moans. Mark stood. Jolene's hand was around his cock behind his underwear. He slid Jolene in the water supporting her head and back. Jolene floated with her eyes closed, but didn't let go of her grip. Mark pulled the floating Jolene so that he was beside Lisa, pulling Jolene's head to his chest. She tilted her head back and supported herself with her free hand. Mark reached down and grabbing the waistband pulled Jolene's underwear to her knees. Derek leaned forward over Lisa to get a better look. Jolene had a thin strip of trimmed pubic hair. Lisa squeezed Derek's cock playfully. Mark allowed his hands to move all over Jolene's naked body. Every time his hands would go near her waist, her legs would widen reflexively. Mark's hand cupped her mound, making Jolene man loudly. He kept it there working his middle finger in her slit. Lisa felt Derek's hand slide deep between her legs. She bit her lip. Another couple was standing behind Lisa watching the action. She looked down nervous that the new voyeurs could see what was happening underwater. The bubbles hid everything. "No coming in the pool you two" Natasha said politely. "Yes, Mam." said Mark. He sat on the side of the pool with one leg in the water and the other hanging over the edge. He pulled Jolene's head onto his thigh and she lifted her torso so that her back lay on edge of the hot tub with each leg straddling the pool. Her pussy was facing Lisa and Derek. Lisa was openly stroking Derek's cock. Derek was rubbing Lisa though her underwear. Marks palm cupped Jolene's mound sticking his finger deep inside her. Jolene groaned loudly. She turned her head and took Mark's cock in her mouth. Lisa and Derek were leaning forward trying to get as close to the action as they could. Mark's fingers worked Jolene's clit expertly. Jolene's hips squirmed and writhed while maintaining her lips around his cock; sucking and bobbing furiously. Mark's body stiffened and he pushed his cock deep into Jolene's mouth filling it with his hot sticky fluid. Jolene grunted and her body started to shiver uncontrollably. Her back flexed off the edge of the tub. The both slumped breathing heavily. Despite being in the water Lisa's mouth was dry. Derek's cock was straining to burst through his underwear under the bubbles "You guys are adorable," Mark said looking at their obvious arousal. "Thank you." Jolene was looking at them, her legs still spread wide. "I'll give you a bit of advice from the experienced couple. Go to one of the private rooms and take care of business. They get very busy later." Lisa and Derek looked at one another. Their body language indicated that getting busy in private was an excellent idea. Jolene reached for her panties which were floating on the water's surface. Derek picked them up and handed to her. Lisa started to stand up and froze. She looked down at her chest and realized that her nipples were visible through her bra. The fabric must have gotten wet without her noticing. Her face turned beet red. "Derek I can't get out of the tub. My bra and panties have turned see through. Derek looked down and quickly submerged his lower half. "Mine too." Mark and Jolene laughed. "You guys are too cutee." Mark said still chuckling as he stood up. His cock was softening and his underwear was in his hands. "Hey everyone! Lisa and Derek's junk is on display." he bellowed. "Hooray!" came back from the crowd loudly. "See no one cares." Mark said still chuckling. Derek stood up first. His engorged cock was clearly visible through the fabric as were his ball. He turned away from the crowd facing Lisa and adjusted himself pulling the fabric away from his body. He let the waistband snap. His cock was still completely exposed. He shrugged. Lisa turned away from the crowd and stood up. Derek walked to face her. He could clearly see her erect nipples and the pink rings of her areola. The line of neatly trimmed hair was plastered to the wet fabric. "How bad is it?" she asked innocently. "You can hardly see a thing." he said with a grin. "Let me fix it for you." He slipped his hand under the fabric of her bra cupping her breasts. Lisa moaned. He let the fabric of her bra slowly just touch her skin as he removed his hands. There was no difference. "Better." Let me do the bottoms. He slipped his hand down the front of her panties pulling the fabric away from her skin. As he pulled the fabric he slipped his finger between the lips of her wet pussy. Lisa gasped as her hips thrust forward into his hand. He slowly removed his hand allowing the fabric to stick to her skin once more. His attempt actually made it worse as her puffy lips were more prominently displayed. "You're fine" Derek looked into her eyes with a smouldering passion that was retuned with equal intensity. He took her hand and led her to the one of the private rooms. "Have fun folks" said Jolene as they departed. They were next in line and could hear the moans, groans and grunts of those inside. Derek had his arm around Lisa's waist. She had her hand on his arm. There was nothing to do put stew. As people walked by they smiled. There was only one reason to be in this line. It was to fuck. Everyone knew it. The outside of the room was lined with mirrors. Lisa saw her reflection. "I'm fine? Really?" she said playfully. He turned showing his cock straining against the fabric in the mirrors reflection. Derek and Lisa could hear the increased intensity from inside their room punctuated by deep guttural moan then silence. Another couple lined up behind then and were kissing passionately removing one another's clothes. Lisa and Derek could just stand and watch as the couple undressed on another. At last their room became free as a blond and large black made left. She definitely had a just been fucked look. He walked with a swagger. Derek and Lisa were about to enter when a member of the staff put her arm up. "Give me a minute or two to clean." The couple behind them had their underclothes around their ankles and were openly fondling one another. Another couple joined the queue. Derek turned Lisa to face him and kissed her deeply. Lisa melted into him, her mouth open. The cleaning lady opened the door and held it as they entered, closing as she left. Derek pulled her top over her head roughly tossing it to the side. Lisa said, "Shouldn't you lock it?" gesturing to the door. He gently pushed her chest until she was on her back on the bed. "What if someone hears?" He grabbed the waist-band of her panties and pulled them to her ankles. He pulled his own down in one fluid motion. "I'm not sure about this." she said hesitantly. He grabbed her ankles, dragging her to the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor and plunged his tongue deep in her pussy allowing his lips to rest against her clit. "Oh god" ended all of her reluctance. Derek continued his onslaught fucking her pussy with his tongue. His fingers circled her clit. Lisa's back arched. "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh Shit, Oh shit. FUUUUUUCK!" she screamed. She collapsed to the bed. Derek stood up and plunged his cock deep in her pussy. "Ugh" was the only sound that Lisa could manage still convulsing from her first orgasm. With deep hard thrusts he drove into her. Her body was forced deeper into the mattress with every thrust. His head was low watching his cock enter her. She bit her lip as anther orgasm grew deeply in her belly so quickly after the first. She turned her head to the side. She could see the people outside very clearly. She froze in panic then realized that it was one way glass. It was like fucking in front of an audience. Derek continued with long deep thrusts, finishing with his hips mashed against hers. "Oh God" she moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Oh God." It felt so good. She shut her eyes tightly. Her legs snapped apart as wide as they could go. Her toes pointed, her calves tensed. He grabbed under her ass and lifted her off the bed driving deeper than he had ever before. She could feel his surging fluid fill her up deep inside. "OH GOD!" She screamed again as the second intense orgasm washed over her. They lay together panting heavily. "Hurry up in there, It's our turn." came a voice from the doorway. Lisa would barely be able to stand. She pushed him off her sitting still gasping for breath. "Get up." she said reaching for her clothes. He flopped an arm patting the bed for his boxers. Reluctantly they got dressed. The garments were still plastered to her skin revealing everything but now her pussy lips were engorged and she had gallons of his spunk leaking from her pussy. They left the room to be followed by the cleaning lady who smiled at them sweetly. Lisa caught a look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess. She had 'Just Been Fucked' signs written all over her. They were largely ignored other than a glancing smile in their direction. "Can't you two keep it down?" Mark startled them from behind, laughing. Jolene had her arm over his shoulder, her other around his waist. Lisa blushed and lowered her eyes which were immediately drawn to Mark's cock. Derek licked his lips as he admired Jolene's naked form. They weren't the only naked couple wandering around but there weren't many. "Here is another free tip for the newbies, why don't you try the shower now? That will give your underwear a change to dry for the rest of the night." Derek looked at Lisa who was biting her lower lip. "Hey baby, want to shower with me?" he said in the corniest voice he could muster. Lisa laughed, "Come on you goof ball." She said taking his hand. The smaller shower was occupied by at least four people maybe six. All of the bodies were mashed together and between the skin against the glass, the water cascading down and the steam, determining whose limb belonged to who made it difficult to count. They watched for a while but it was difficult to find anything tantalizing. The big shower was free and they mutually agreed to start in different corners. Derek was fiddling with the controls when a blast of cold water hit him in the ass. He squealed like a little girl. Lisa was giggling as she continued to shower him with icy cold water. He finally got the controls figured out while dodging her attempts to soak him from head to toe. Lisa screamed. "Ahhhh that's cold!" jumping out of the way as Derek hit her with a blast of icy water of his own. After a few minutes they were both shivering and giggling uncontrollably. "Get over hear and warm me up you beast." He turned off his water and as he was taking the last step to her she hit him with another blast of icy cold water. "Aaarg." He yelled wrestling the shower head from her grasp. He turned the water to hot and hugged her, placing the shower head raining on them both. They let the water fall on their heads and cascade over their bodies as they held their embrace. They stayed like that for several minutes warming up. Hot steam filled the room surrounding them in their own little world. Lisa's head was on Derek's chest. She looked up at his bedraggled hair and goofy boyish grin. "Are you having a good evening?" he asked looking down at her. Her hair was plastered to her face, rivulets of water running down her cheeks. "So so." she responded with in infectious grin. She stood on tip toes opened her mouth to kiss him. He closed his eyes leaning into her. She bit his lip. Valentine's Day at Wunderclub "Ouch!" he yelled pushing her away as she giggled. "I'll get you for that." He feigned a lunge for her arm and grabbed the hem of her panties pulling down. Almost too late Lisa realized what he was doing quickly grabbing the hem herself in order to keep them up. They wrestled under the warm water struggling for purchase on the slippery skin. Lisa realized that she was losing. She had two garments to protect to his one and he was much faster. "I surrender! I surrender! Truce?" she said offering her wrists together in front of her in submission. He eyed her suspiciously. She slowly reached to his abdomen sliding her hand under his undergarments grabbing his cock. She stepped towards him cupping his balls as she sucked the water from his shoulder, while pressing herself into him. She kissed his collar bone, then his neck and ending with his lips. Their kiss was luxurious as if tasting one another for the first time. A cold jet of water hit them in the chest. The both yelled jumping backwards looking towards their new antagonists. "Get a room you two." Mark said playfully. "They tried that already, and my ears are still ringing from the all of the screaming." said Jolene smiling from ear to ear. "You two are a mess, you should look at yourself." Derek looked at Lisa. Her top was all stretched on one side and barely covered her left breast. The waistband on her panties were stretched and rolled over on itself to almost expose her pussy. Lisa looked at Derek whose cock was pointing skyward above his boxers. Mark and Jolene turned on the shower in the furthest corner and started rubbing each other under the warm stream of water. A large group of people entered the shower startling Derek and Lisa. Lisa was suddenly very uncomfortable. Lisa looked down and tried to cover herself with her hands. Jolene beckoned her over and motioned her in the corner protecting Lisa from prying eyes by shielding her with her body. Derek did the same, hugging Lisa chest to his while kissing her. Mark came up behind Jolene sliding his hands up and down her flanks. With all of the showers going it was becoming difficult to see. Derek wedged himself in the corner pulling Lisa backwards into him. She leaned her head back resting it on his shoulder. His hands roamed all over her body while Mark and Jolene caught glimpses of them. Lisa's breathing was slow and heavy. Derek tucked his fingers under her bra lifting slowly, exposing her to their new friends. Lisa kept her hands above her head. Derek's thumbs slide down her side catching the hem of her waistband. Slowly he peeled the wet garments exposing her skin. Lisa bit her lower lip. Derek's hands exploring her newly exposed skin. Derek's cock was pressed between her legs. Mark was mimicking Derek's every move on Jolene. Where Derek's hands went on Lisa, Marc's echoed on Jolene. The women sighed together as the men cupped their breasts simultaneously. Lisa's hips were doing small circles as Derek's hands slipped between her thighs. Jolene was standing straighter with her hands over Marks. Subtly leadership changed. Derek started following Marks lead. Mark pressed the palm of his hand on top of Jolene's pubis pushing her back into his hips. Lisa could feel the tip of Derek's cock slid alongside her pussy and Derek mirrored Mark's move. They were like intertwined snakes sliding and slithering against one another in the steamy water. Jolene grabbed Marks hand and slid two fingers on either side of her clit. As Derek did the same to Lisa, the women moaned together. Jolene moved Marks fingers up and down faster sliding alongside her clit. Confident she'd made her intentions clear she interlaced her fingers behind her neck allowing the sensations to wash over her like water running down their bodies. Lisa's breathing was stuttering between groans of pleasure. Derek's cock was sliding along the length of her slit and his fingers were teasing and simultaneously tormenting her clit. His other hand had cupped her breast and his fingers were rolling her nipple gently. Sparks were flying all over her body. She felt a hand around her wrist drawing her out of her lust. Slowly she opened her eyes. Jolene had reached forward and was gently pulling her wrist forward. Jolene exuded pure sex. Lisa was drawn in and followed along meekly. The sounds and sights around her seemed diminished. Lisa was aware of sights of people fucking around her, of cocks being sucked in through the glory hole. She turned to see Derek then Mark following them. Jolene led them to the huge bed on the platform. Lisa found herself lying sideways across the bed. Jolene lay down beside her but facing the opposite direction still holding her hand. Lisa was distracted by skin contact of Jolene's hip pressing against her shoulder and her hip against Jolene's shoulder. Lisa was brought abruptly to the present as Derek's cock split her pussy wide. He was looking down upon her, with his face exuding the look of pain and lust as his cock slid in and out of her. She closed her eyes and flexed her back driving her ass and shoulders into the bed. She could feel the weight of her breasts rhythmically rising and falling to Derek's thrusts. Her head was still tilted back as she opened her eyes to see Derek's reflection off the one way mirror. She groaned as she imagined the people behind the glass watching as his cock plunged in and out of her. He raised her arms pressing her palms against the glass. She closed her eyes again imagining the view from the glass on the other side. Derek's muscular ass would be rippling with every thrust. Her dripping wet pussy would be stuffed with his glistening cock, opening and stretching to accommodate him. She pulled her knees to her chest widening her thighs as far apart as she could. "Oh God." she moaned. Lisa opened her eyes tilting her head slightly to the side. Mark was thrusting violently into Jolene. LIse could feel Marks thrusts through the bed. Jolene's toes were pointed and her legs muscles were taught with tension. Mark had his palms on her breasts mashing them. Lisa couldn't take it. She was about to explode. "Oh God, I'm going to come." Derek put his palms on the back of her knees putting all of his weight over his arms. Lisa was pinned spreading her legs even further apart as her back was arched more and her ass pointed more to the ceiling. The tip of his cock was now hammering her g-spot before sliding deep inside her finishing with his balls slapping against her ass. "I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh fuck! Oh GOD! AIIIEEEEE!" Lisa screamed as her insides exploded. It felt like she was being turned inside out. Derek continued hammering her. Lisa was going insane thrashing about. Derek stiffened; his cock pulsing load after load of his hot essence against her cervix. Lisa couldn't stop moving her hips which ground in slow circle against him, extracting every bit of pleasure form her lover's body. Jolene's head was flopping from side to side as Mark ground deep circles into her hips. Jolene grabbed Lisa's leg squeezing it in a death grip and exploded in wracking sobs of breaths, grunts and tears of ecstasy. Mark wrapped his arms around Jolene fiercely and came in a series of short deep thrusts, punctuating each one with a loud grunt. He collapsed on her. Their collective gasping breaths were all that they could manage for a while except for occasional spasms and the slowing circular grind of Lisa's hips. Slowly their breathing returned to normal. Mark let go of Jolene and smiled as he realized that Lisa's leg was caught in his bear hug. He slipped out of Jolene and sat down beside her, resting on his palm. Derek rolled off of Lisa and flopped on his back. Lisa's could feel gobs of the sticky fluid leaking out of her pussy down the crack of her ass. She was a mess. Realizing that people were probably watching her leak behind the mirror, made her shudder again. Lisa and Derek stumbled their way to the change rooms followed closely by Mark and Jolene grabbing their keys from Natasha who was smiling from ear to ear. When they were dressed Lisa and Jolene hugged, quietly sharing tears of joy over such an intense experience. Mark walked to Natasha and quietly asked, "What did they look like?" Derek was curious, "What did what look like?" Mark responded, "The video tape." Derek was shocked. Natasha interrupted, "We have video all over the complex. It helps to get the staff to the right spots at the right time. We have procedures which normally destroy the tapes every day. The problem was that everyone was asking for copies. We upgraded to HD, changed a lot of the angles and hid the cameras a lot better. If you want a copy of a tape we'll sell it to you for $200 after it has been edited of course. You keep the only copy." Mark asked again, "So how was it?" Natasha smiled broadly. "It's been a busy night and I've only seen bits of it but our video guy came in his pants pulling the initial footage." "Is it that good?" "It's probably better. He said it could easily go to the top of the farm if you go that route." Derek looked puzzled. Natasha continued. "Occasionally we get really good video and if the participants are willing, we post it on the internet and sell viewings in our secure space called the farm. The top of the farm last year grossed nearly a million dollars, participants split 80%." Lisa and Jolene approached them. "What are you guys smiling about?" Lisa asked suspiciously. "I'll tell you later." Derek responded. Ya I know it's a bit of mess with a kazillion typos. vote anyway. Valentine's Day Blind Date Blind date becomes a bust before becoming a love match. Bill sat at the end of the bar, a seat from which he could watch the front door. He had been sitting there for a while. He was hoping to see her before she spotted him. He was excited about meeting Susan, his blind date. He hoped she looked as good as her picture. All of the other women he met had lied to him about their age and/or about their weight, sending him photos that were years older. Since it was Valentine's Day, even though he hadn't met her, yet, he had bought her a Valentine's Day card, flowers, and a small satin heart filled with chocolate candy. He hoped he hadn't gone overboard with the gifts, but it was a special day and he had hopes that she'd be his special Valentine. He had exchanged several e-mails with her over the last few weeks and, after speaking with her a couple of times on the phone, they hit it off enough to make this blind date on of all days and appropriately, the day of love, Valentine's Day. They met on one of those Online dating sites. He responded with an e-mail of interest to her wink and after one thing led to another, here he is ready and waiting to meet her for the first time. Suffice to say that he was just as nervous about meeting her as he was excited. She sounded fantastic. From what he could determine, it sounded like they had so much in common. After reading her profile a dozen times, viewing her photos over and again, and rereading her e-mails, she sounded like his kind of woman. Only, he was trying to harness his excitement. He wanted to savor the moment for when she walked through that door. He didn't want to seem desperate, pathetic, and needy. He wanted to appear interested, attentive, and sensitive, a tough balancing act to do, especially since he hadn't had a date in more than a year. It was important that he show her he was self-confident and assured without being distant and appearing disinterested. It was always difficult meeting someone for the first time, especially someone who he already had so much hope that this relationship would blossom into something more than dinner and a kiss goodnight. He looked at his watch again for the hundredth time. With her being so late, wondering and worrying what may have happened to her, he wished he had her cell phone number. Only, what would he say? She wasn't that late, yet. She only gave him her work number. Maybe she had to work late, he thought while taking a nervous sip of his drink. Nah, it was Sunday. She didn't work today, although sometimes she said she worked from home. Now, she was already 20 minutes late. Fashionably late was acceptable, at first, but this was excruciating watching the minutes tick by, while waiting and hoping and expecting every woman, who walked through that front door, to be Susan. The time slowly passed and now he was nursing his second drink. He checked his watch again. He had been waiting for nearly an hour. This is ridiculous. The thought that she wasn't coming hit him in the way that he felt, as a boy, when he was disappointed that he didn't get a puppy for Christmas. The only thing he wanted that year was a dog and he didn't get one. He remembered feeling so disappointed, not unlike how he felt now. So many years later, the only thing he wanted was to meet Susan. He had hoped to have a relationship with his dream woman. He felt like such a loser. Depressed and dejected, he had given up hope and was ready to forget about this blind date and head home. Head home? Head home to what? He'd rather sit at this bar for another hour than to rush home to his lonely life. Only, it was obvious to him that she was a no show, just as it was obvious to him that they weren't going to meet. Maybe he'll send her an angry e-mail when he got home or maybe a concerned e-mail. Maybe he shouldn't e-mail her at all. If she writes him, maybe he should ignore her e-mail, play hard to get, not act interested, and respond to her e-mail after a few days have elapsed. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know all that much about dating protocol. He didn't know the rules. He wasn't a player. He was just a guy looking for his special someone. Should he go or should he stay? Should he wait longer? How much longer should he wait? He had already been sitting there long enough. If he sat there any longer, he'd look desperate when she did finally appear. Even the bartender wasn't coming over to him anymore. He felt bad. He felt sad. He couldn't help but feel like a pathetic loser. With the reality of her being a no show, in just one hour, sixty minutes, three thousand six hundred seconds of his wasted life, the anticipation of his blind date had gone from happy to sour. A bittersweet moment, where he was so excited before, when he first entered the restaurant, he was so sad now. He couldn't help but think that she may have been the one, his wife and the mother of his children. It serves him right for putting that much hope into a blind date and counting on someone who he hadn't even met before. Yet, he was ready to meet someone and get married. He was tired of living alone, doing things alone, and going places alone. If only just to have someone to talk to every day would be such a big turnaround in his lonely life. Stop! Why do you always do that to yourself? Why do you put so much stock and so much importance in these women when this never, ever works out? He gave up. Instead of just going home, rather than just chalking up her and this night to taking a chance, a gamble that didn't pay off, he'd rather beat himself up with sorrowful, internal monologue and feel sorry for himself. He'd rather throw himself a pity party rather than get up, brush himself off, and look for his miss right, all over again. That's it. He's done. As soon as he gets home, he's pulling his profile from the dating site. Never again will he expect to find his love match Online. It's been nothing but a big waste of time. The entire site is nothing but deception, liars, and players. He'll just wait and hope that it will happen one day and if not, so be it. He'd rather spend his life alone than to go through this heartache and disappointment again. Maybe he'll finally get a dog, yeah, a nice Cocker Spaniel or a Golden Retriever or maybe he just adopt a mutt from the dog pound. He decided to put his fate in kismet and in chance. Maybe his true love is shopping at the supermarket this very minute. He looked at his watch, again, before looking at the front door, after two women, looking nothing like Susan, entered the bar. Nah, he thought, looking at his watch, yet again, the market is closed already. Only, he liked her. He really liked did. He liked everything about her. She was so very pretty. Now, he wondered if that was even her photo and suspected that it was not. Okay, he never really believed that she won the Olympic Gold Medal in the Luge and in Curling. He figured she was only kidding about that. Hey, he thought it funny at the time, he laughed, especially since he used to watch those two competitions. He just figured she had a sense of humor. Nor did he believe that she almost won the New York Marathon by pretending to be a lion and scaring the runners from Kenya with growling sounds. Where once he thought she was funny, now, he felt stupid. He wondered, if her entire profile was a fake. He had been duped. He couldn't believe there were people like that out there. Her photo and then her profile is what first attracted him to her. She was a Gemini, so she said. With him being a Leo and compatible with the astrological sign, he loved Gemini women. And with him being a bit over fix feet tall and she being, 5'7", she was his preferred height for a woman. Lastly, she didn't smoke. That was a biggie with him. He couldn't be with a smoker. Only, where is she? Why didn't she show up and why didn't she, at least, give him the courtesy of a phone call? After all that, the e-mails and the phone calls, he couldn't believe she's not coming. The plans he had for the evening, the things he wanted to say to her and ask her, were all so meaningless now. He felt foolish being stood up like this and having waited for her like that. Then, he thought, maybe she has a good excuse. Maybe her car broke down or she had a flat tire or was in an accident. Maybe she had a medical emergency. Here he is thinking bad things about her and she may be unconscious, in a coma, even, and in the emergency room of the hospital. The nurse could be cutting off her clothes right now. He imagined her naked. Yet, so long as she wasn't unconscious and/or in a coma, she has his cell phone number; she could have called him. She could have told him she'd be late, really late and asked him not to wait for her or to wait for her. She could have told him that she's sorry but she couldn't make their date tonight, begged his forgiveness and/or understanding, and set another time for another date. For her to allow him to sit there like a fool is inexcusable and unforgivable. How could she do that to him? He wondered if she was already there in the restaurant and watching him, laughing at him. He looked around at the people already having dinner to see if he could recognize her from her memorized photo sitting at a table with someone. Maybe it was all just a big joke played on him. Maybe, she's sitting somewhere with her boyfriend or girlfriend and they're laughing at him. Maybe they do this all the time to men. How cruel? That's so mean. If that's what she's like, he's better off without her. Nah, he's just being insecure and paranoid. She wouldn't do that. She's not a psycho. Who knows? How would he even know what she is not having met her? She could be a psycho. There could be something seriously wrong with her. They've never met in person. How would he even know? He was so very lonely. He was really hoping to meet her and to make a connection with his dream woman. It's so hard to meet someone and even more difficult to meet the right someone. He's tried everything, joined clubs, taken classes, gone to bars, signed up for singles dances, and even volunteered at organizations, where he knew there'd by the kind of women there who would interest him. He even joined a gym to get back in shape, while hoping he'd meet a woman at the gym with a similar interest in trying to get herself back in shaped, too. He's put himself out there meeting and greeting as many people, women, mostly, as he could, but all to no avail. Only, here he is still alone and lonely. He had already told his friends, his co-workers, and his mother that he was meeting someone and that she may be the one. His mother was constantly, endlessly pressuring him to get married and to have children because she's bored and lonely and wants grandchildren. His mother is the one who needs a boyfriend more than he needs a girlfriend. Sitting at home watching day time television, The Price Is Right and then all of her soap operas, she's the one who needs someone in her life more than he does. Maybe this was a trick played on him by one of his friends or co-workers. He had told everyone that he had joined an Online dating service. He even told them which one he had joined. Now he felt really stupid trusting his friends and trusting his co-workers with something so important and so personal. Now, what does he say to everyone? He told them all that he was meeting Susan, his dream woman. When will he learn not to say anything to anyone, until after his dates last more than two times? He built Susan up to everyone, even printed out her picture to show them all how pretty she was. He was so very proud that someone who looked like her would be interested in someone who looked like him. Not that he was a bad looking guy, he was just average and someone who needed to lose thirty pounds, okay, maybe fifty pounds. He was working on it. He's already lost ten pounds, okay, five pounds. Now, she's a no show. She may even be someone who is not even real. How sad is that? He tried not to feel bad and too disappointed by telling himself that it was her loss. He looked around trying to see if she was there somewhere waiting for him. She wasn't. He couldn't help but notice another woman at the other end of the bar, who had been nursing her one drink for nearly as long as he had been sitting there nursing his drinks. Suddenly, in a panic, he wondered if that was Susan sitting there all that time. He took a long, hard look at her. No, that wasn't not her, she had different colored hair and was of a smaller build. No, definitely, that wasn't her. He watched her for a few minutes wondering if she had been stood up, too. Wouldn't that be funny if she was here waiting for a blind date, who was a no show, also? How bizarre would that be if they made a connection, two people being stood up and serendipitously meeting for love? That would be too weird. Yet, that's how things happen, but only in Hollywood, he thought. He should get up and introduce himself. She wasn't a bad looking woman. Actually, she looked almost as pretty as he imagined Susan looked in person. What the Hell? Why not? What does he have to lose? Not one to normally do this with a stranger, especially with a woman and especially in a bar, he took a chance and walked down to where she was sitting. "Hi," he said with a smile. "Hi," she said looking up at him and giving him a smile that was meant for someone else, no doubt. By the greeting he received, he figured she thought that he was someone else, the one who she had been waiting for, perhaps. "Blind date?" "Oh, yeah," she said giving him an odd look before looking at her watch and then looking t the door. "I've been waiting more than half an hour for him." "I've been waiting for my blind date for more than an hour," he said with a sad laugh. "I'm Bill," he said offering his hand. "Rita," she said giving him a sad little smile. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said handing her the card, the flowers, and the chocolates. "No sense these going to waste," he said with a chuckle. "Thanks, I think," she said with a laugh. "May I buy you a drink?" "Drink? Oh, no. No thank you. If I have another one, I may not be able to drive home." "What's say we not make our blind dates a total loss and share a table." She looked at him and looked at her watch again, before looking at the front door for one last time. "Gee, I don't know," she said. "Are you hungry? Because I'm starved," he said. "I made a reservation here because I heard good things about their food and always wanted to try this place." "Okay. Sure," she said giving him another look before climbing down from the barstool. "Why not, but so long as we go Dutch," she said. "Listen, you'd be doing me a favor by allowing me to buy you dinner. Besides, what kind of guy would I be if I didn't help a damsel in distress with some hot food," he said with a laugh. "Okay," she said. "Thank you." They walked to the Maitre d' together and even though he had already given his table to someone else, he had a free table. Making small talk over their drinks, dinner, and sharing a bottle of wine, along with sharing a dessert, they appeared to hit it off. It's funny how this happened. How something, even as preplanned as a blind date, can go bust and pale in comparison in the face of fate, kismet, and love at first sight. These two people so alone and so disappointed by the blind dates standing them up, expecting to meet someone they hoped to make a love connection with, suddenly they both connected with a total stranger. They were meant to be together. Maybe it was easier this way. There were no preconceived conceptions to get in the way of them being themselves. They already had something in common. They were both rejected. After a meal that lasted more than two hours, Bill paid the check and they left together. "Can I give you a lift somewhere?" "I have my car," she said. It was an uncomfortable moment with neither one of them knowing what to do. "Can I call you? Maybe we can do this again, pretend we're waiting for our blind dates and have dinner together," he said with a laugh. "Sure," she said. "Do you have a pen?" "No, sorry, I don't," he said searching his jacket pockets. "Do you have one?" "Listen, I don't live far from here. Why don't you follow me and I'll brew some coffee." "Okay, sure. I'd like that," he said with a smile. "Do you drink coffee?" "I do," he said. "I don't know if you feel the same way, but I have a good feeling about you, Bill," said Rita looking up at him and making eye contact. "I think we made more of a connection than we ever would have with those other two no shows." "I agree," he said. "My car is parked just here and I'll follow you. Okay? Which one is your car?" "The blue Honda Civic." "I'm that red Mustang." Bill followed Rita. She had two assigned parking spaces in the lot of her condo. He parked beside her car. As soon as they entered her small condo, they kissed. He doesn't remember if he kissed her or if she kissed him, maybe they both kissed one another at the same time. Whether one kissed one or the other, it happened. It just happened. Rita never brewed any coffee, until the next morning. "Would you like some breakfast? I have toast, eggs, and bacon," she said from her kitchenette. "Sure, I'd love some," he said spotting her computer sitting in the corner of the room. "Would you mind if I checked my e-mail?" "Sure, go right ahead." The computer was already on and as soon as he moved the mouse and turned off the screensaver, his profile came up on the screen. When hit the back button, Susan's profile appeared. "What the Hell is this?" "I can explain," she said standing behind him. "I saw your profile and I figured you wouldn't be the type of guy attracted to someone like me." "You're kidding," said Bill looking up at her from where he sat in front of the computer. "You're beautiful." "I was bored and lonely one day. At the time, I thought it was funny to make up a phony profile. Then, I read your profile Online and gave you a wink. Well, one thing led to another. It happened so fast and before I knew it, things got a little out of hand, especially after we talked on the phone. Then, I was stuck. Now what do I do?" "So, you're Susan?" "I am, but Rita is my real name. I didn't lie about that. I am who I am. I'm not her. I'm me. There is no Susan. I made her up. I am a Gemini, though. Of course you realize that I was only kidding about winning the Gold Medal for the Luge, Curling, and I never ran the New York Marathon. I never jogged further than running to catch the bus." "So, I don't understand. You were at the bar all that time." "I wasn't going to meet you but you were so persistent to meet. Then, I was curious and my curiosity got the better of me. I showed up late and saw you sitting there waiting and watching the door. I felt really bad. I wanted to approach you. I wanted to say something. I wanted tell you the truth, but I couldn't. I was relieved when you came over to me." "Listen, Rita, I like you. I really do and what we had last night was incredible. I don't know, if this is what it has taken me to meet someone, but whatever it is, I'm all for it," he said looking up at her and giving her a smile. "Really? You're not mad?" "Mad? No, I think it's funny. I never would have met you otherwise," he said. "I was blinded by Susan, someone who you made up and who didn't even exist." A year later, Bill and Rita were married and a year after that, Bill and Rita had their first child. Who says blind dates don't work? Valentine's Day Blizzard The snow was coming down pretty hard all night and into the next day, the next day being Valentines Day. My mother got the phone call early that morning that my father would not be able to make it homes due to the storm. My mother also blew my plans out of the water when she told me it would not be safe for me to take my girlfriend out either. A little about me and my mother, my mother's name is Amy, she is blonde, five foot seven, her legs are long and muscular. She has a very nice body as well, her ass is well rounded and her breasts are an incredible 38dd, I found out from snooping in her dirty laundry one day. She is a very sexy, forty-year-old mother of two, my older sister is going to college out of state. Myself I'm eighteen, I go to the local community college, I never considered myself to be good looking or bad looking, just average. It is funny to admit, but after showering with my dad at the gym my best feature would have to be my cock, I could tell mine was longer and thicker than my fathers. Seeing how my mother is naturally endowed with big breasts, the same thing must have happened to me with my cock. Well back to my story, I sat in my room most of the day, dejected that I would not be able to take my girlfriend out. When I called her up on the telephone earlier, she agreed with my mother that it would not be a good night to go out. I must have dozed off out of sheer boredom when my mother came into my room and woke me up. "Johnny wake up." She said to shake my arm. "Hey mom, what's the matter?" I asked groggily. "I have an idea that will help make up Valentines Day for the both of us, with your dad out of town and you not able to see your girlfriend, I have taken the time to make us a wonderful romantic dinner. I want you to shower, shave and wear whatever it is you were going to wear for your date and I will do the same, meet me at my room at seven o clock." My mother explained. I had to admit her idea did sound fun and it would not be that bad, my is attractive, she cooks well and she dressed sexily whenever she went out with my dad. So I did as I was told, I showered, then shaved my stubble, then I put on a dress shirt and a pair of slacks, then my dress shoes. I sprayed on my cologne and then I knocked on my mother's door at seven o clock. My mom did not disappoint me, she wore a short black, a tight cream colored silk blouse, her scent from her perfume was intoxicating and she wore her five inch heels, which made her even with me being six feet. "Wow, Mom you sure look great tonight." I stammered nervously. "Tonight, because your father and I can't be together and you and your girlfriend can't be together you can call me Amy and I will call John. This is a one night only thing so John would you like to escort me to dinner?" My mother asked. "Yes Amy that would be very nice." I said to take her arm. I led her downstairs, my mother must have snuck down earlier, she had everything going, soft music, candles, chilled wine. The table was already set with some fancy chicken dish she knew how to make, potatoes and veggie. I pulled out the chair for her and helped her sit down before taking my seat, then we drank wine and made small talk as if we were on a real date. After we finished the main course, my mother was going to excuse herself to get us some dessert, I stopped her as she got up. "Amy before dessert would, you do me the honor of one slow dance?" I asked. "I would be honored John." She replied. Instead of the usual mother-son type dance I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, I could smell the honeysuckle shampoo in her hair and the perfume she wore was creating quite a stir in my pants. I was also delightfully amused that her breasts when pressed up against me did not feel spongy and soft, but firm and hard. After our dance she got our dessert and we sat down and ate it, we also killed the bottle of wine, then my mother suggested leaving the dishes and going into the living room to watch a romantic movie. My mother poured us a couple Cognacs and we settled on the couch, we found a movie and cuddled together sipping the booze and watching the film. The movie was romantic, the booze and having such a sexy woman next to me was getting to be too much. So I decided to test the waters, I gently slid my arm from down off the back of the couch, slid it between my mother's arm and rested it on her flat stomach. She only let out a soft sigh and snuggled even closer to me, I slid my hand up her stomach and let it come to rest on one of the large mounds of her breasts. "John, what are you doing?" She asked not removing my hand. "Sorry Amy, you look so sexy I could not resist touching you." I said. "John's I would not mind if you kissed me, we are on a date and it is the most romantic day of the year." She said finally moving my hand off of her firm tit. "I would love to kiss you Amy." I leaned down and gave my mother a kiss. At first the kisses were just a few soft, wet romantic pecks, but then it erupted into a full-blown make out sessions. We were kissing passionately on the couch, but my mother however stopped my wandering hands. Every time I would touch her breasts or move my hand too far up her leg she would move it away. My mother was giving the hottest sexual experience of my life yet she being a big tease as well. Finally you could hear the ending credits music play and the movie was over, my mother stopped the kissing as well. "Well John, would you like to walk back to my room?" She asked. "Yes Amy, I guess this means the end of our lovely date." I replied. I walked her back to her room, we stood in the hallway outside her bedroom, she allowed me to kiss again for several long moments. Then she broke the kiss off and she let herself into her bedroom, I returned to mine. I got out of my clothes and was getting ready to get in bed so I could have a really good jerk off session thinking of my mother. "John could come in here, please!" I heard her holler. I slipped my robe on over my naked body and walked across the hallway to my mothers room, when I entered I was surprised. The room had soft music playing, candles lit the entire room and her regular sheets were replaced by satin ones. My mother stood in the center of the room wearing a long white satin night gown, the pose she struck allowed one of her long shapely legs to stick out. Her large tits, with their nipples hard, poking through the material of it, she still had her hair styled and her make up on. "John's I've made love every Valentines Day since I can remember, I don't want tonight to be any different. Make love to me." My mother said to me. I slowly walked over to her and we began to kiss, then I felt her slide my robe down off of my body. I scooped her up and carried her over to the bed, then I slowly pulled the night gown off of her shoulders and began to suck on her beautiful firm big tits. She let out soft mewing sounds as my tongue circled her large dark nipples. I kissed my way down her stomach pulling her nightgown down as I went with it. I slid it the rest of the way off of her and then kissed my way back up her long shapely legs. My mother kept her pussy completely shaved, the skin was very smooth around it, I gently spread her lips and ran my tongue up the musky slit. I licked her pussy with slow gentle licks and gently teased her clit with my tongue. Her body would tense from time as she was having plenty of soft orgasms, after I made my mother cum one last time with my tongue she pulled me up on top of her. "John fuck me with that big cock of yours, please I'm ready now." She moaned. I slid my cock into my mothers wet eager pussy and I could feel her slide her legs up as far as she could. Then I thrust in and out of her repeatedly, keeping the pace nice and slow, squeezing her big tits, licking the nipples. Soon my mother did not want me to take my time and make love to her anymore, now, but she wanted it like a wanton slut. She started humping her pelvis up to meet my thrusts, and she now encouraged me to fuck her harder. "Oh fuck me you fucking big hard stud, fuck me harder, oh fuck me hard, oh shit I'm fucking cumming." She screamed. My mother after having her first really powerful orgasm pushed me off of her and climbed on top of my cock. She rode up and down on top of it, at one point she was licking and sucking on her own tits while doing so. This was so sexy that I could not take any more and shot load after load of my cum into my own mother. We collapsed into each others arms, it was around two in the morning when I was awaken by the sensation of someone sucking my cock. I was laying on my back and my mother was straddling my legs sucking my big cock back to life. Then my mother took her two big tits and wrapped them around my cock. "My babies want mommy to tit fuck him." She said seductively. "Yes, please." I groaned. After she tit fucked me for several long minutes, I pulled her off of me and got her up on all fours. I fucked her doggie style for almost a half hour, my mother came several times on my cock, and I finally shot another huge load of cum into her. The next day I awoke in her bed alone, I could smell bacon cooking in the kitchen, so I put my robe on and went downstairs. My mother had on the same sexy nightgown and was cooking breakfast for us. The sway of her ass was too much for me to take, when she went over to the sink I pushed her against it. "John, no that was a one night only thing." She pleaded. "Oh mom, I need to have one more thing from you to make this a Valentines Day to remember." I told her. Without warning I took some dish soap from the sink and squirted it down the crack of her ass, then I forced my cock into her asshole. She grabbed the sink hard as the sudden intrusion into her virgin ass made her shudder. "I'm going to fuck that sexy ass of yours and then you can finish making breakfast for us." I told her. As I pounded my cock in and out of her ass, I opened her robe and played with her big tits roughly. My mother just grunted and groaned with every hard stroke I gave her, even muttered something about cumming too. Finally after fucking her ass for several minutes I was ready to cum, instead of shooting it up her ass I pulled my cock out. I quickly spun my mother around and forced her down onto her knees, then I spray her tits with burst after burst of cum. My mother just looked up at me and smiled, she took a large finger full and licked it off. Things were never going to be the same between us anymore.