2 comments/ 37009 views/ 3 favorites That Time By: Mr James Kat hurried into the bedroom and quickly stripped out of her work suit. Hanging the jacket and skirt in her closet, she unfastened her blouse and dropped it into the laundry hamper. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, wincing as a cramp gripped her belly, and saw the tell-tale stain on the pale silk of her panties. Sighing, she reached behind her and unfastened the clasp of her bra, allowing her full, tender breasts to tumble out of the cups, into her hands. The ripe berries of her nipples were swollen and aching, the rings piercing the base hanging clear of the puffed aureoles. Kat dashed into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, then eased her panties away from the smoothly shaven mound of her cunt. Sticky, congealed blood gummed the lips of her cunt to the silk of her panties and she almost swooned at the tugging of the material on her clit as she gently freed it. She dropped the stained panties on the bathroom floor and started to roll her stockings down her legs, one by one, pleased that she had managed to avoid staining them with her discharge. Dropping them next to her panties, Kat turned to the shower and twisted the faucets to direct a warm caressing spray against her face and body. She gently caressed her skin with a handful of shower gel, cupping her breasts and directing the streams from the showerhead against her swollen nipples. Slowly, she moved her hands downwards, over her tender belly, to the bare mound of her cunt. Parting her cuntlips with her fingertips, she gently rinsed away the mess of tacky, congealed blood, the clots splashing around her ankles and staining the water a rusty brown. Taking the showerhead in her hand, she aimed the jets between the swollen puffy lips of her cunt and flushed herself clean, the stained water running down the inside of her thigh. The air was heavy with the coppery tang of fresh blood as she rinsed herself clean of the discharge. Shutting off the faucet, Kat stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a huge, fluffy robe, patting herself dry with the soft material. The touch of the cloth against her breasts made her tremble and her erect clit throb. Tying the cord around her waist, Kat opened the bathroom cabinet, looking for a tampon to stem the discharge from her sensitive cunt. Kat frowned at the empty space on the shelf; sure that she had left a pack there for her next period. Closing the cabinet door, she made her way back into the bedroom, sighing as she realised that she would have to dress again and go to the mall. Andrew was sitting in the armchair across from the bed, naked beneath his silk robe, his ankles crossed, with a leather bound desk diary open on his lap. Kat recognised it as the diary that he had used to record her early training, the punishments that she had endured. She blushed, recalling the way she had disobeyed him, only to discover that she needed his control, the humiliation and pain that he dispensed igniting a consuming need inside her. She hugged herself more closely as the memory of his hands on her body made her tremble in a delicious anticipation. Then she glanced towards the arm of the chair and realised that she had not been able to find the tampons in the bathroom cabinet because he had taken them out. She knew that he had calculated the date of her period and was exercising another aspect of his control over her. He closed the diary, the pages slapping together loudly as he pressed the book between his palms. "Looking for something?" he asked, "These perhaps?" "Yes, Sir," she whispered, "Please, Sir, may I have a tampon?" "Why?" "Sir, I started my period this afternoon and I need a tampon so that my discharge doesn't dirty your bed." "Fetch one of the large towels and spread it on the bed," he ordered. Kat hurried into the bathroom and returned with a large, soft towel, of Egyptian cotton. Carefully, she spread it across the bed and then turned to face Andrew, biting her lips as she stood upright, the cramps gripping her belly. Andrew took her hands and turned her to face the bed, gently pushing her forwards, so that she lay, face down on the soft cotton. Kat felt a thin trickle of fresh blood, seeping between the lips of her cunt and groaned softly as another cramp squeezed relentlessly at her belly. Andrew took her foot in his hands, bending her leg at the knee and cradling the arch of her foot as though it were some wounded bird. Gently he began massaging the sole of Kat's left foot, stroking his thumbs firmly but tenderly along the sole. Kat sighed as a wave of relaxation welled up from the line of his caress and flowed through her aching muscles. His fingers and thumbs pressed and kneaded, stroking firmly against the nerves beneath her skin until her whole body was enveloped in a relaxed glow. Gently lowering her left foot, he cradled the right and began deftly stroking, his fingers a continuous caress against her skin. Kat felt the cramping in her belly ease, and then her tender breasts softened a little as the effect of his gentle, teasing caress upon her feet relaxed her tormented body. Kat could feel her blood flowing from between the lips of her cunt, soaking into the towel beneath her and making it cling stickily to her shaven cunt. Andrew cradled her foot in one palm and drew the tips of his fingers along the outside of her foot, just in front of the ankle bone, lightly, a bare touch of his fingernails against her skin. An electric thrill shot through her nerves and the muscles of her cunt tightened spasmodically pumping a little blood, from between the lips, to soak into the towel. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the soft material beneath her, and she made a tiny mewling noise at the back of her throat, like a playful kitten. Andrew moved his hands higher on her calves, kneading the tension out of her muscles, massaging gently, sensuously. Kat felt his fingers pressing, probing against the knots of taut muscle and sinew, coaxing them into relaxing. She closed her eyes and sighed as his fingers cleverly unknotted her muscles and soothed her jangling nerves. Kat moaned quietly when his hands cupped her buttocks and he gently spread the cheeks of her ass, slipping his fingers around the base of the plug that he insisted she wear all day and was still firmly embedded in her anus. Kat's breath hissed between her clenched teeth as Andrew pulled on the plug and she felt it stretching her asshole slowly, relentlessly. The thickest girth of the tapered rubber reached the tight ring of muscle and she bore down, trying to ease the passage, tears stinging her eyes as she whimpered softly, first with the pain of having her anus stretched almost to tearing and then in relief as the widest girth passed through her sphincter and she was able to relax again. Dropping the anal plug on the floor, Andrew began gently but firmly massaging the length of Kat's spine, pressing his fingertips over the sensitive clusters of nerves that sent a thrill directly to her clit. His fingers traced patterns along her bones and across her skin, touching her gently, then firmly, the pressure of his fingertips exciting her. She could feel the tight walls of her cunt contracting and squirting fresh blood onto the towel beneath her hips, spreading the sticky, glutinous stain across the material. A deep moan, almost a growl of lust slid past her lips as he reached around to cup her breasts and trap her swollen, aching nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently, then tugging at the gilded rings through the base of her excited flesh. Kneeling beside her, Andrew slowly rolled Kat onto her back and gently spread her thighs wide. Her bald cunt was smeared with runnels of fresh blood and, as he looked down, another sticky dribble appeared between her cuntlips to trickle down, between the cheeks of her ass, onto the stained towel. Unfastening the sash of his robe, he shrugged the silk off his body and tossed it carelessly over the arm of his chair, his thick erect cock jutting straight out towards her. Leaning over her, so that the tip of his cock brushed against the blood covering her skin, Andrew took her nipple between his lips and suckled gently on the swollen bud, nipping it softly with the edges of his teeth. Kat writhed beneath him, gasping as he caught the tip of her nipple between his teeth, tugged gently and then released it, before catching it between his teeth again and drawing it into his mouth. Kat was panting and gasping, arching her back so that the tip of Andrew's cock slid along the crimson, slippery clot of her cunt. Her swollen nipple was a hard point between his lips as he sucked it into his mouth and lashed the tip with his tongue. Reaching down with one hand, Andrew nudged his cock into her, guiding it between the lips of her cunt and into the opening to the deeper passage, already filling with the blood shed from her womb. Arching his hips forwards, he edged the bulbous head of his erect, swollen cock, past the tight opening, just into the start of her blood-soaked passage. Grinning devilishly, Andrew released his lips from her nipple and blew gently on the point, still moist from his mouth. He watched the aureole crinkle and retract a little, thrusting the meat of her aching nipple higher, as she rolled a little to the side to offer him a better mouthful. Andrew dipped his head again, catching the nipple between the edges of his front teeth, just in front of the golden ring that penetrated the flesh at the base. He could feel the hot slime of her blood, discharged over the head and shaft of his swollen, aching cock, as he took a deep breath and then bit, hard, into her tender flesh. Kat screamed, half in pain and half in a transport of lust, bucking her hips beneath his, impaling herself on the rigid length of his cock. Her body was wracked by violent spasms as she clung to Andrew, trying to drag his cock deeper into her pulsating cunt. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her whole body vibrated, like a plucked string as Andrew pinned her beneath his hips, holding her spasming body down as her cunt gripped his cock and rippled along the shaft Kat slumped back onto the bed, her nipple sliding out of Andrew's mouth and quivering erectly, bright red where his teeth had marked her. Her body was covered in a light film of sweat, the round fullness of her breasts flushed and glistening, as though they had been oiled. Andrew moved back, easing his still erect cock out of Kat's cunt in a gush of her menstrual blood. Wearily, she lifted her head, exhausted by the constant arousal that she suffered at this time, followed by the vicious orgasm that had ripped through her. She gazed along the gap between their bodies, seeing her dusky skin splashed and stained with her own blood while it dripped from Andrew's erect cock, splashing onto her spread, trembling thighs. Andrew stood and with the speed of a striking rattlesnake, twisting his fingers into her hair and dragging her onto the floor at the end of their bed. Tears filling her eyes, Kat scrambled to her knees in front of him. Her face was level with Andrew's blood smeared cock and she could smell the coppery tang of her blood on his body. She felt the bile rise in her gullet as she looked at the glutinous smears along the length of his cock and her eyes watered as he closed his fist in her hair, pulling her closer to his cock and balls. The smell strengthened, threatening to gag her, and she tried, feebly to turn her head away. Andrew untwisted his fingers from her hair and waited as she swallowed the bile, her tongue suddenly filling her mouth and making her breath catch. "Clean me, slut!" he snapped. Kat took a deep, shuddering breath and reached out to circle the base of his cock with her fingers, then leaned forward and opened her lips, just wide enough to slip the head of his cock into her mouth. Slowly drawing the foreskin back from his glans, Kat slid her tongue over the velvety skin, swirling it over the tip of his bloodied cock. The metallic taste of her blood mingled with her cunt juices and Andrew's pre-cum in her mouth and she gagged, briefly, before forcing herself to swallow the mixture. Shuddering, she slid his cock further over her tongue, grazing the skin on his shaft with the edges of her teeth. She swirled her tongue over and around his cock, her jaw aching as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and bobbed her head back and forth, taking the tip further and further inside. Andrew's cock slid over her tongue and into the back of her throat, making her gag, for a heartbeat, until she could swallow him down. The taste of her own blood filled her mouth as she sucked him and swirled her tongue all over his shaft. Slowly, the taste of him changed, becoming sweeter, as she cleaned the smears of her blood from his cock with her busy tongue. At last, all she could taste was his cock and pre-cum, though she could still smell the smears of her blood on his heavy, charged balls. Kat moved her head back, sliding the tip of Andrew's cock out of her mouth with a soft 'plop'. Curling her slender fingers around the shaft, she gently lifted it upwards, exposing his balls to her mouth. His breath hissed between his teeth as she sucked gently on his left ball, slurping it into her mouth and running her tongue all over it to capture every drop of her blood from his skin. She could feel his cock jerk and throb against her cheek as she suckled greedily on the firmness of his ball in her mouth. She released his ball with a soft slurping noise and immediately sucked the other one into her hot, yielding mouth. Her tongue traced patterns of fire against his skin and she could feel his cock swelling stiffly against her face. The faint muskiness of his body seemed to surround her as she stroked his cock and caressed his balls with her tongue. At last, she could only taste his cock and pre-cum, she had swallowed every trace of her blood and Kat pointed the tip of Andrew's cock between her lips, then slid them down to the base, swirling her tongue over and around the hard shaft stretching her mouth into a lustful grin. She could see his fingers curling, out of the corner of her eye, as he fought down the urge to twist them into her hair and hold her face still while her fucked her mouth roughly with vicious, jabbing thrusts. His cock swelled in her mouth and she slid it to the back of her throat and sucked, suddenly, hard. His cock jerked and began to pump thick wads of his cum straight into her throat, then filling her mouth until it overflowed and dripped, messily from her chin to splash against her breasts. the hot splash of cum and the taste of him in her mouth excited her and the thought that she was just his slut, pleasuring her master, pushed her over the brink of her own orgasm and she came, groaning and sobbing around the cock filling her mouth, as he emptied his full balls and turgid cock into her eager mouth and belly. Kat slid down into a boneless heap at his feet, cum drying in a sticky mass across her breasts and on her chin. Andrew reached for the robe from the arm of his chair and fastening the sash around his waist turned towards the door. Pointing to the blood soaked towel, he gave her instructions. "Clean this up, then you may insert a tampon and dress for dinner. We shall be dining in 'The Four Seasons' so I expect you to dress accordingly," he smiled. Leaving her to clean up her bloodied mess and select a suitable gown, he picked up the diary and took it to his study, so that he could record Kat's latest lesson. That Time Again I opened Jen's bedroom door and stood on the threshold for a moment. Jen was curled on her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She rocked, slowly and gently, her breath hissing. I could see the muscles at the base of her spine knotting tightly and I guessed that she was wracked by cramps. It was after noon on a bright fall Saturday and she was still in bed naked, except for an old pair of white cotton panties. Her breath hissed again and she groaned as another cramp tightened her belly. A packet of painkillers lay, opened, on the nightstand next to a glass of water. On the floor, a hot water bottle, cool now, lay where it had fallen off the bed. Jen's face tightened as the cramp gripped her belly like a vice. I moved across the room and gently massaged her back, digging my fingers into the knotted muscle and slowly coaxing her to straighten her legs and lie on her back. Sitting on the edge of her bed, I began to stroke Jen's smooth skin, massaging and caressing the taut muscles, forcing them to relax. I kneaded the taut muscles with my fingertips, slowly easing the knots out of them. Jen sighed as her tensions ebbed away. She closed her eyes and relaxed under my hands, as I caressed her, slowly and gently. Gliding my hand over the silky skin of her belly, I ran my fingertips along the waistband of her panties and then onto the triangle of soft cotton. My hand slid over the mound of her pussy, pressing gently. Jen looked away, blushing, as my fingers found a bulge in her panties. Her face shone crimson as I moved my hand over the tops of her thighs. "I started my period this morning," she whispered, "and I hadn't got any tampons, so I had to use a pad instead" I leaned forward and slowly kissed her lips, feeling her mouth open and the caress of her tongue as she sucked mine gently into her mouth. Her tender breasts were taut and swollen, the points of her nipples hard and erect. My fingers curled around the firm globe of her breast, the tips of my fingers trapping her throbbing nipple. Jen whimpered into my mouth as I squeezed her nipple, gently. "That's not fair," she squeaked, "you know how horny I get on my period and how I get hot when you play with my nipples." I smiled and kissed the tip of her nipple, slipping the swollen bud between my lips and sucking slowly, running my tongue across the tip and around the base, lapping gently at the puffy, crinkled, island at the base of her nipple. Jen sobbed and pulled me closer to her. I sucked harder, drawing her nipple into my mouth and tasting the salt on her skin. Jen moaned loudly and squirmed, arching her back to push her nipple against my mouth. My hand was pressing firmly against the pad in her panties, squeezing it against the tender mound of her pussy. I could feel her tilting her hips so that the pressure was concentrated on her clit and I knew that, in a few moments, her lust would overcome the pain of her cramps and she would want, no need, me to fuck her. I slid off the side of the bed and padded through to the bathroom, leaving Jen gasping on the bed, a long wail of frustration slipping from between her clenched teeth. I filled a bowl with warm water, splashed a drop of bath foam into it and carried it, with a towel and a washcloth, back into the bedroom. I put the bowl by the bed and hooked my fingers in the elastic of Jen's panties, then pulled them slowly down her long legs. The pad inside her panties clung to her sticky pussy and I had to slowly peel it away from her skin, leaving brown streaks of clotted blood. Dipping the cloth into the water, I gently wiped her bare pussy clean, slowly moving the warm, damp cloth over her tender mound. Jen closed her eyes and sighed, moaning softly when my fingers moved the cloth across the tip of her clit. Jen opened her eyes and looked straight into my face. I could see that, from her expression, her raging hormones were plunging her into a torment of arousal. Her nipples were swollen and erect, like hard pellets, while her pussy oozed bloodstained nectar down the cleft between her buttocks and onto the sheets. Slowly she slid her hand down her belly and dipped her finger between the lips of her pussy. With a long, sighing, moan Jen pressed her finger deep inside herself. A tiny shiver rippled through her body, her eyes clouding, and then she eased her finger out again, covered in a bright sheen of blood. Jen lifted her finger to her mouth and slipped her finger into her mouth, then used the tip to paint the curve of her lips bright scarlet. Jen puckered her reddened lips into a pout and I leaned forward, kissing her mouth slowly. Her lips were hot and I tasted the hot metal of her blood, smeared across them. Jen moaned again, louder this time, and I ran my fingertips over the top of her thigh, sliding them across the damp skin of her mound. I could feel the muscles beneath her skin fluttering like trapped butterflies and the smooth plain of her belly harden as her stomach tightened. My fingers slid closer to her pussy, gliding over her silky skin until I could nudge my fingertips between the tender lips and touch the hard pearl of her clit. Jen spread her legs a little wider and sucked on my tongue, reaching between us with her hand to press my fingers more firmly against her clit. I could feel warm slippery blood oozing from between the lips of her pussy and my fingers were slick with it as I stroked them along her pussy. I moved my fingers away from her pussy and unbuttoned my pants, guiding her hand inside to touch my cock through the cloth of my briefs. Jen gasped as her fingers brushed against my hot, swollen cock and she turned her head to whisper into my ear. "Your cock seems ready for you to fuck me, darling," she sighed, "Will you fuck me. Please" "Turn over on your hands and knees." I ordered her. Jen rolled onto her belly and lifted her tight ass in the air. A thin trickle of blood seeped from between her pussy lips and rolled down the inside of her thigh. Slowly, she lowered her head to the pillow and moved her knees a little further apart, spreading her wet pussy. I pushed my briefs down and shrugged out of my shirt, so that we were both naked. Her ass cheeks were smooth and silky as I rested my hands on them to slide my fingers to the lips of her pussy and open her for my cock. Her pussy was tight and wet with her blood and my fingers were quickly stained as I worked the tips along her slit, dipping them inside her and slowly stretching her, ready for my cock. Jen wriggled a little and rocked backwards, trying to draw my fingers deeper into her pussy. She lowered her head further, so that her ass drew tighter and the puffy, swollen lips of her pussy showed pinkly between her thighs. A drop of blood fell from her pussy onto the white linen of the sheets as she moved. Jen groaned, pleading without words for me to plunge my cock or my fingers deep inside her. I rested my hand on the base of her spine and held her still, while I pressed my finger slowly into her pussy, pushing and turning my wrist to torment her a little more. Her belly cramped as her pussy rippled gently against my finger and she whimpered softly. My fingertip brushed against her hard clit making her lift her head and cry out. "You are a dirty little girl," I laughed, "wanting my cock in your greedy cunt. Is that what you want? Tell me and you might get what you ask for." "Yes," she sobbed, "I want to feel your cock in my pussy, I want to be fucked hard and deep in my bleeding cunt. Please fuck me, darling." Taking hold of the base of my cock, I slowly guided the swollen head between the lips of her pussy, nuzzling it along the length of her crack and smearing it with her blood. Jen shivered as my cock slid along her sensitive lips and a tiny gush of blood and nectar moistened the head of my cock. As slowly and gently as I could, I pressed the head of my cock against the opening to her pussy, feeling it stretch as I eased the swollen knob inside her. Jen turned her head to look at me over her shoulder and I watched her eyes widen and her mouth make an 'O' as I thrust my cock slowly into her womb. I watched her face, looking down the curve of her back and seeing the fan of her hair spread over the pillow, as I gripped her hips and pulled her back against my loins. The slap of my heavy balls against the backs of her thighs was almost as loud as the deep groan she let slip past her parted lips. I could feel the tensing of her muscles as my cock filled her pussy. Jen let her head fall back onto the pillow and she raised her ass higher, letting the tip of my cock press harder against the opening to her womb. Gradually, I moved my cock back and forth, rocking Jen on her knees. Easing my cock out of her pussy, until only the tip stayed between the lips, I held her still, blood oozing over my cock and the tops of her thighs and then, taking a deep breath, rammed the length of my cock, as hard as I could, into her hot, dripping pussy. Jen screamed and shuddered, as though an electric current was ripping along her nerves. I could feel the spasms, deep in her pussy, rippling along the shaft of my cock, caressing it like a thousand silken fingers. Jen's back shone with sweat and the smell of her pussy, hot and metallic, like a coin in the sunlight, filled the room. Her hair was matted to her forehead as she twisted around to look at me, then back so that she could look past her tender breasts at my cock, embedded in her bleeding pussy. She was incredibly wet, this period being heavier than usual, and her blood was smeared over the shaven mound of her sex and the tops of her thighs. Her legs were trembling and she could barely support herself, as I worked my cock in and out of her pussy, thrusting sharply, then pausing to slide in and out exquisitely slowly. Every thrust was followed by a grunt, then a sob, as my cock drove the air out of her lungs. Her groans were almost continuous and she had her hands bunched, gripping the bedclothes in tight fists. Easing my cock about halfway out of her pussy, I gently gripped her buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart with my fingertips to reveal the dark, puckered ring of her asshole. Slowly I rocked back and forth, a fraction of an inch at a time and captured a little of her blood and nectar from the entrance to her pussy on the tip of my thumb. Then, before she could protest, I pressed my thumb against her asshole, sinking it all the way inside, up to my palm. Jen bucked and squealed, moving her pussy on my cock and then pushed back, taking my cock into her pussy and my thumb back into her ass. Her pussy convulsed, gripping my cock like iron and her belly cramped, bringing a scream of pain and pleasure mingled together. Her pussy tightened and I could feel her ass gripping my thumb as she began to cum on my cock. Blood gushed out of her pussy and covered my cock and balls as she came and came again. Gradually her cries became quieter and quieter, mixed with gasps and sighs as I slid my hard, thick cock easily in and out of her pussy. Her thighs were smeared with hot blood and cum from her pussy, leaving reddish streaks against her smooth, pale skin. Jen relaxed a little, her belly tightening, then softening again as her pussy convulsed, gently this time. Her pussy gripped my cock like an oiled silk glove and I could feel the powerful muscles rippling against the shaft of my cock. Moving back a little further than before, I eased my cock out of her pussy with a soft 'plop', a thin ribbon of blood from her slit dripping from the tip. I turned her, gently, onto her back, with the pillows beneath her shoulders, so that she could look down her belly at the bloody mound of her pussy. She smiled dirtily at the sight of her blood spattered thighs and the tender lips of her pussy gaping, ready for my cock. Jen's mouth opened in a sexy pout as she watched me taking hold of the base of my cock and guiding the swollen head along her tight slit. Her pussy was slippery and warm as my cock nestled between the swollen lips. Her breath sighed from her mouth as I thrust slowly into her dripping slit. Jen arched her back to meet me, tilting her pussy so that my cock slid as deep inside her as it could. Curling my arms behind her knees, I pushed them back onto her chest and pinned her to the bed. Her pussy squelched and slurped as I pounded my cock forcefully into her, the bed creaking beneath us. I felt my throbbing cock swell even further and I arched my back to drive it hard into her pussy. Jen cried out as the tip of my cock brushed her womb and she felt the stiffening of my cock. My balls tightened and I could feel the cum bubbling deep inside. I leaned forward further, until my mouth was by her ear. "I'm going to cum inside you," I whispered, "right inside your cunt." "God, yess," she moaned, "fuck me hard, cum in my bloody cunt." Her hair was plastered to her head with sweat, as she thrashed on the pillows, begging for my cum inside her. I kissed her mouth, thrusting my tongue past her lips as my cock began to spurt in her pussy, flinging a steam of creamy cum into her pussy. My cock squeezed thick gouts of cum into her pussy, until the slimy mixture of blood and cum oozed down the cleft of her ass. As my cock subsided and slowly shrank, I could feel it sliding out of her pussy, until it slipped from between the lips with a soft slurping sound. Our tongues were still twined together and Jen was panting into my mouth. Slowly we rolled apart, and she stretched out on the sheets, feeling the sticky patch beneath her ass where her juices and blood had pooled. "Now you can have your dessert." I murmured into her ear. Jen raised an eyebrow and shook her head, "God no, Andrew, my pussy is sore from the hard fuck you've given me." she whimpered. I laughed and kneeled by her head, my filthy cock inches from her lips. Jen's eyes widened in understanding and she opened her mouth, sliding the head of my cock gently between her lips. Her hot tongue flickered over the sensitive surface, capturing the last drops of cum from the eye of my cock. Lovingly she lapped at the head and shaft with her tongue, cleaning my cock of our mingled fluids. When she was satisfied she had licked away every last drop and smear, she moved her head to my shaven balls and slowly slipped them, one at a time, into her mouth, sucking them clean. When she had finished licking every trace of blood and cum from my cock and balls, she slowly sat up and headed for the bathroom. A moment later, I heard the sound of water cascading into the bath and she poked her head around the door frame with a cheeky grin. "I loved that darling," she cooed, now you can wash my back and then take me for a proper dinner." I smiled and climbed off the bed, thinking that dinner could be even more delayed. That Time of the Month She reeked of it. Heat, musk. Definitely ovulating. Nonsmoker. Cute, brunette, no ring. I made quick eye contact, then stalked on past, coming back to my seat at the end of the bar before long. She glanced my way once. Good. I had to figure a way to cut her away from her herd. I lurked in wait. If I read the signs right, any minute now, she'd... yes, there she went. Chugged the remains of her drink, headed for the bathroom. I'd smelled the fruit and sugar as I'd passed, so I ordered another margarita for her and got prepped for my approach. Time to make space. I tapped the shoulder of the guy next to me, who was also scoping the women on offer, as well as drinking heavily. Probably a regular, but I wouldn't know; I couldn't afford to hit the same place too often. Might be recognized. "Would you mind moving over a seat? I'm meeting someone soon." He didn't even look at me. "Nope. You move." Most times, I wouldn't have bothered. But tonight, I was in no mood. "I won't ask again," I said, low and firm. He focused more carefully upon me. I could watch it happen, smell it happen. The recognition of a superior rival. Evolution didn't favor getting in pointless fights. His face fell and I caught a sweet whiff of sour fear. If he'd a tail it would've been between his legs. "Hey, man, s'cool, no harm done, right? I'm sorry, 'kay?" I just stared in his eyes, bristling. He slunk off, all the way to the other end of the bar. I settled myself down. Just in time. My prey came out of the ladies room and I caught her eye. Not that it was hard to catch; she was intrigued. I put on my most sincere, earnest expression and gestured to the margarita at the empty seat beside me. "Can I buy you a drink?" She looked me over, taking in the expensive suit, my unadorned ring finger, my direct, confident gaze. She spared a glance at her crew, then sat down in the offered space. "Thanks, but I'm gonna have to get back to my friends in a bit." Making sure her line of retreat was open. I smiled my best charming smile, and said, "Worth it to have the pleasure of your company for a few minutes." She smiled back. "Not very ambitious, then, are you?" Ah, the flirting had begun. I loved the chase. "Oh, my sights are set somewhat higher than that." A tip of my whiskey. "I'm Marcus, by the way." "Bianca," she volunteered, sipping. She was a salesgirl, but naturally - she being pretty and this being Manhattan - was trying to be a model. And, of course, I told her she was certain to be a success. A few minutes more verbal teasing, and then we got out on the dance floor. It felt good to move, let off some steam. Grace and speed and stamina were hardly a problem. Not tonight. I took a few risks as we danced, getting rather frisky with my hands and pelvis. But the way she responded confirmed my impressions. She was horny, and she wanted a wild man. She probably didn't even know why she found me so attractive. The pheromones didn't register with other people the way they did with me. I could smell who would have chemistry and who wouldn't. Bad luck for her that her hormones were peaking when I came around. At least I'd try to help her get lucky first. I cut the dancing a little short; I was on a deadline, after all. When I proposed changing the venue to my place, she hesitated. But I was on my best behavior, so she gave up caution and decided with her gut. Or if not her gut, at least something roughly waist level. She breezily introduced me to her friends, said her goodbyes, and we left the bar together. Outside, I hailed a taxi and checked my watch. It'd be a little tight, but there was time. Her eyebrows went up when I gave the driver a tony Upper East Side address. We bantered a little on the way. "My apartment's way out in the Bronx and it still costs a fortune. What do you do, anyway?" Never hurt to impress the females with your resources. "I own several buildings in the city, actually. My family's been here almost since New York was founded." Plenty of time to establish safe territories. "Landlord's a decent gig. Good income, flexible hours." I refrained from adding the other perks. No boss to notice regularities in my time off. Space to make soundproof rooms to muffle screams and growls, even in a crowded city. Arrangements to discreetly handle gnawed remains... "You're a landlord? I may have to hate you on principle." But she was smiling as she said it. "Hey! Most of us aren't bloodsucking monsters, I'll have you know." That was true; only a handful of vampires went into real estate. She didn't notice how carefully I'd phrased my reply. Soon we arrived. We got out of the taxi - I offered her my hand like a gentleman - and I led her into the foyer of the building. I called the elevator and kept silent as we waited. Sure, it was slightly awkward, but a little social tension could translate into erotic tension, if handled correctly... The doors slid open, and we stepped into the elevator. I used my key and selected the fifth floor. She noticed the nametags by the buttons. "What, all the floors are yours?" "That's right. The other buildings I rent out, but this is my family home." "So, we've got the whole place to ourselves?" "Looks that way." Another precisely-phrased reply. My conscience gave me less trouble if I didn't actively lie - though I'd do it if I had to. The bell chimed and the door opened. She didn't gasp. Some of them did. It was an impressive space, that screamed - tastefully - expensive elegance. Luxurious rugs on hardwood floors, antique furnishings heavy on the oak and marble, a few paintings and sculptures. I led her into the den and offered her a drink. She prowled, exploring, as I poured. "Ooh, that's sick! How old is it?" she exclaimed, admiring the large antique telescope next to the French doors leading to the balcony. "Over two hundred years." I came up behind her, close, rubbing against her back as I guided her hand to the focusing knob. She bent to the sight, pushing back into me a little. "It's been in my family for generations." Before the Internet, my kind had needed ephemerides and astronomical competence, or the money for a reliable almanac. Minutes counted sometimes when arranging social obligations around rises and sets. "Like to spy on your neighbors?" she teased. I sniffed. "Don't force me to make a bad pun about heavenly bodies." She giggled a little, then stood up to take her drink. I won't bore you with the minutiae of our conversation. Suffice it to say, not ten minutes later we were stumbling into the bedroom, all over each other. She fell back on the bed and I hiked up her skirt. She helped me pull her panties down and away. The musk that'd been teasing me all this time was intense now. I got in there, sniffing and licking. Every woman had her own scent, unique as snowflakes, as faces. Hers was... piquant. My tongue was longer than average, especially now, so in no time she was moaning happily. "Oh... oh God... Oh, fuck, you animal..." My tongue probed everywhere, unleashed, fierce. I snuffled and huffed, covering my face in her juices. She screamed, long and high, and bucked like a bronco. It took her a minute, afterward, to gather herself. Then we swiftly got the clothes out of the way. She ran her fingers through the hair on my chest as we kissed. She bent down and suckled at my cock - I was sporting a ramrod-stiff erection by now, of course - and only the fact that I was short on time gave me the strength to interrupt her. I let her slip the condom on. I needed it anyway; as hyper as I always got by this point, I'd never last without it. Once it was in place, I sprang upon her and pinned her to the bed. She didn't show it in her face, but she got a little nervous then. I could smell it, feel it in her pulse. But I moved in for a passionate kiss and she relaxed somewhat. I begrudged the time it took to make sure she got back into it. Patience was getting harder to muster by the minute. Soon enough, though, we were wriggling into position cooperatively. In! I growled with lust and thrust with gusto, again and again. The time for subtlety was over. She cried out and wrenched her hips into me. I leaned forward to lick her breasts and neck, panting. I fought not to come too soon. I needed this. All my senses on overdrive, the intense slippery friction, her moans, the scent of her sweat and lubrication and pheromones... I lost the fight. I bellowed in release and pumped violently, driving her to climax as well. We panted in the afterglow. I never liked to pull out immediately. It was more instinctually satisfying to leave my dick in her for a while, as we gasped almost in unison. However, I sensed her restlessness after a minute. Not too hard to guess why - condoms lost effectiveness as pricks deflated. Oh, well. I pulled out and she smiled. I was ready again in just a couple minutes, clearly faster than she'd anticipated. My energy and endurance levels were spiking. Another condom was pressed into service. We fondled each other briefly, then she let me flip her over. I waited for the endless seconds it took her to gather some pillows for support. Her rump was right there. Teasing little bitch. Pussy wet, pungent, a little sour from the spermicide but that couldn't overpower the raw appeal. Finally she was prepped and I mounted her, practically howling in release. We kept fucking like beasts. She was screaming in passion. With the small part of my mind that was aware of anything but my need, I felt some sympathy for her. The fun would be ending soon. At least it'd end on a high note. I drove into her, rocking the bed. The wild man she'd been craving. Roaring, almost, as I pounded in again and again. With a howl, I came, and it lasted for quite a while. Eventually my higher faculties emerged through my gasps and grunts. Bianca was sloped down, resting on her arms, her back end held upright more by my hands on her hips and my stiff dick than any strength left in her legs. As we panted, a clear voice surprised Bianca. "Bravo, dear." Of course I'd heard her sneak in, but Bianca had been occupied. She usually did this. She claimed she liked to watch... but I of all people recognized 'claiming territory'. She didn't want to let me take care of the girls quietly. She wanted them to know. I was freshly disappointed when Bianca pulled away, slipping me out of her. Another chance to linger, ruined. With impressive grace, she rolled some covers up over her waist and breasts. "What the fuck? Who the fuck is she?" Her furious embarrassment was cute. I shrugged and waved to the midnight-haired beauty in the chair by the door. "Bianca, meet Serenie. My wife." She snapped a surprised glare at me, then at Serenie. The condescension practically dripped from my spouse's smile. "Your what?" she demanded, low and intense. "Sorry... Bianca, was it?" Serenie said sweetly. "Did he forget to mention me?" "I am so out of here." Bianca stormed out of bed. "Goddamn freaks," she muttered as she yanked her clothes on. "Actually, you both seemed pretty freaky just then..." Serenie teased. I gave her a glare. "Fuck you," Bianca spat with real venom. "Marcus is more my type, I'm afraid." Serenie was as serene as her name. I sat back on my haunches, watching Bianca try to get dressed while exposing as little flesh as possible. "For what it's worth, my apologies," I told her. "We do have an arrangement, Serenie and I..." "Fuck your apologies, too, asshole." She marched out of the bedroom, still not fully dressed. We waited in silence, listening to her board the elevator. She didn't have a key to get anywhere but the lobby, so we weren't particularly worried. Had she but waited, I'd have called her a cab. She'd have to use her cell now. "Classy choice, dear," Serenie said dryly. I got up off the bed myself, full of nervous energy, and shrugged. "Had to be somebody. It's not like I was looking for a relationship." "Darling, I know what you were looking for," she said sardonically. I just shrugged again. What was there to say? "Oh, let's get you downstairs." She made her leisurely way from the chair. I paced over to the elevator, hit the button, and fidgeted until it arrived. We got on board and she used her key to take us to the sub-basement. "Two more months, and we'll be out of sync again," she mused. Moonrise was very, very close; I could smell her menstrual blood in the confined space of the elevator, even though her flow was lightening up. I couldn't perform with her when she was on her period. That had nothing to do with any squick on my part; it was instinctive, autonomic. She simply wasn't mating material then. Her cycle was totally regular, clockwork. Witches were like that. Fortunately it was a couple days longer than the lunar cycle, so we'd drift out of phase again soon enough. It'd be about two years before we lined up once more, requiring me to hit the bars for a little release. Right before a full moon, abstinence was a bad idea. It made me... extra cranky. The bell chimed, the door opened. We made our way down the stone hallway to the special room my grandfather had built. Bianca might have thought the place was kinky, what with the chains and all. The bloodstains ingrained in the floor would likely have been a turnoff, though. And the goat in the cage, probably even more so. It bleated nervously when it got a whiff of me. Animals could sense the supernatural. I took my place by the wall, hopping from foot to foot as Serenie followed. She got the heavy iron collar locked around my neck. Adrenalin making me twitchy, I yanked at the thick chain connecting it to the wall; it held, of course. My grandfather had eaten the occasional human, but I didn't have much truck with the old ways. Goats were fine. Once, for my birthday, Serenie had procured a whole, live calf. What a feast that had been! She gave me a quick kiss, stepped out, and bolted the solid iron door. We waited in silence. Any second now... I could feel it coming... Moonrise. I cried out, twisting, changing... losing myself... or maybe just the veneer around my real self... Sniff. Mate-scent. Pussy-scent. Wrong. Not-clean. Bad-smell. Neck. Tight. Yank. Pull. Escape! Bite! Pain. Fading. Trapped. Snarl. Growl! Trapped. Escape! Noise. Scraping. Opening. There! Prey! Fear-scent! Pounce. Bite. Fur. Bite! Blood! Squeal! Chomp. Tear. Meat! Swallow. Bite. Tear. Swallow. BloodMeatBiteBloodBiteSwallowBlood! Mate-noises. "See you tomorrow, love. Enjoy the snack." Meaningless. Chew. Blood. Meat. Swallow. AARRROOOOOOO!! That Time of Year In August Stephen moved to Auckland to take up a fantastic career opportunity. Native to Newcastle, about 3 hours north of Sydney, Australia, he didn't know many people other than his colleagues, and while he found Auckland an interesting city, the evenings were lonely without anyone to spend them with. Potential friends came and went, but the romantic side of life was extremely dry -- every woman he met was already with a partner. A month went by, then two, then three and he was feeling well down on his normal well balanced good time personality. That morning he'd gone to work expecting a long day followed by an evening at home watching crime drama. Twenty minutes after he'd arrived, Jasmine came up to his desk. She was one of the other key sales managers within the firm and they'd become firm friends since he moved over the Tasman. She was married (he'd figured that one out quickly) and lucky enough to have a husband who didn't have a jealous bone in his body. She leaned over the top of his cubicle's wall, "What you up to tonight?" she asked. "I've got a date," he said with a grin, "She's short, about 2 foot high, square and extremely colourful, great communicator and turns on at the press of a button..." She poked her tongue out at him. "Well, come out with me." she demanded, "Rob from procurement is having Paul and I over for dinner and he suggested we invite you. There's a couple of other people who'll be there from a volunteer organisation Rob and Paul are involved in and Jessie and Debs from accounts will be over." Stephen mulled it over in his mind for a couple of moments. He didn't have anything planned and anything he wanted to watch could be taped if he was really keen. Those he knew well in the group were great fun and Rob and he had helped each other out in a work capacity from time to time. "Sure," he said, "What time and where?" "Paul and I'll pick you up around 7 from your place...don't keep us waiting!" she said with a smile... 7pm --- Right on the hour there was a knock on the door of his apartment. He'd dressed up a little more than he might for what was essentially a couple of work mates getting together for dinner -- one of his most up to date casual shirts with a pair of dress trousers and smart shoes -- black fabric from head to toe which suited him, and the particular trousers showed off his butt to best advantage. Not that the guest list he'd heard had included any single women...ah well, you never know. As he approached the door there was another knock, this time sounding a little impatient. Hand on the doorknob he opened it to see Jasmine absolutely stunning. She was Fijian Indian by birth, and had beautiful dark chocolate skin, long hair, and a perfect figure -- hourglass, flat tummy, perfect butt and a 36D bust to die for. She was wearing a classic one piece black dress with a fairly low neckline which showed her cleavage to great effect... She looked impatient...he was just a little stunned and gaped at her. "You...look...ummm...good enough to eat." he said, recovering from his initial verbal stumble. Her face lit up and she stepped close, pressing herself against him and wrapping her arms and a leg around him... "Do I just," she said, lowering her lips to his ear, "...pity I'm such a good girl then isn't it?" she finished off, gently nipping his ear and moving apart. "That," he said, sounding tense, "was cruel and unusual punishment." "I know," she said with a feminine laugh. "Women are known for that." They walked to the lift and headed out to the car. Midnight -------- Paul and Jasmine wanted to head off, so Stephen said he'd catch a cab. The party had all but broken up, but he and Rob were talking about their shared interest in photography and they were enjoying themselves so much that Stephen didn't want to leave. The pair of them saw the young couple to the door, Jasmine kissing both of them on the cheeks as she left, grabbing a firm handful of butt as she did in full view of Paul. He simply rolled his eyes -- he knew what an outrageous flirt his wife was, without ever worrying it would be more than that -- some guys have all the luck thought Stephen. They continued to talk over a couple of wines then Rob moved over to the french doors. He dimmed the lights and opened the doors -- the deck overlooked the whole cityscape and at this time of night looked fantastic. The conversation lulled for a moment as they took in the view, and then Stephen felt a hand on his knee...he turned and Rob was looking at him. Awkwardly, Stephen put his hand on top of Rob's and stopped him... "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm not into guys" Rob moved his hand away, looking apologetic. "I apologise," he said, "I didn't know one way or the other whether you were, but we were getting on well enough to tempt me." "Not a problem," Stephen said, "I have been hit on by another man once before, and the guy and I became best mates, so consider it forgotten." He paused for a moment. "That said, and not wanting to sound like I'm asking you out on a date, there's a photography exhibition on in Titirangi this weekend -- want to come?" "That'd be great," said Rob, relieved he hadn't scared him away... "Give me a call at work and let me know the time" Time passes ----------- Work ground on -- Jasmine and Paul still invited him over for dinner at least once a fortnight and Rob and he got together from time to time to talk photography or take in an exhibition around town -- they became good friends, initially around that shared interest, but eventually it was a case of "just good mates". His career continued to improve, but the love life stayed just as dry. He worked through the Easter break, then took a two month holiday to visit family back in Australia. As the year wore down, he'd despaired of finding a girl to spend time with or even to talk to from time to time. His career became his thing -- and he began to work longer hours just to avoid going home to his empty CBD apartment. November rolled around and he entered a season of entertaining clients, work functions and industry get togethers -- they were fun and it was a great chance to get away from the dreary evenings his life had developed into. But, as work wound down for the year, he was dreading those couple of days where people caught up with loved ones -- Christmas through New Year -- as he had no-one to share this with this year. His first year in Auckland he'd headed home for Christmas, but this year it just wasn't in the budget for him to go back. Jasmine and Paul had left the city for the month to head south for the summer, and the rest of the crowd were also out of town with friends and family...then he remembered, the only exception to that was Rob. He picked up the phone. The two of them spent Christmas Day and the days following together, going their separate ways each evening. New Year's Eve rolled around and they caught up again to see in the New Year. It was a great evening -- a couple of DVDs, some great NZ wine and great food. Midnight approached; Stephen suggested that they see it in on the deck -- that marvellous view was going all out this evening -- the sky was clear and the cityscape looked like a sea of emeralds, diamonds and rubies set on a black velvet background. The Sky Tower stood out particularly clearly, lighted in red and green as usual around this time of year. Rob had left the television on and they could hear the final countdown for the New Year starting...they joined in "5, 4, 3, 2, 1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!" they bellowed over the balcony. Fireworks went off around the tower, and then on impulse Stephen leaned into Rob and hugged him, then as he broke the embrace he stopped, then kissed him. For moments which seemed to go on forever their lips touched, and parted, breathing in each other. Rob pulled away. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked. "To be totally honest, I don't really know," Stephen replied, "but I need to touch someone and to have someone touch me. I can't think of anyone better than the best friend I have on this patch of dirt." Rob looked thoughtful -- he'd been attracted to Stephen since the first day they met and it had simply gained strength as they became close friends. "Come back inside for a minute before we do anything more," he said, leading Stephen to the couch. "Here's what I'd suggest," he said. "Whatever happens tonight is left as something for New Year, and if you like it, or want more, we can try for something more. In the meantime, this is just New Year's Eve, and things happen. If you're not interested after tonight, I'll never mention it again." Stephen grinned, "What goes on tour stays on tour, eh?" he asked. Grinning back, Rob replied, "Got it in one." He stood and dimmed the lights then sat back on the couch next to Stephen. They moved together and again, the lips touched... Tongues gently began to explore each other, and Rob pulled Stephen in closer. Stephen collapsed backwards and lay down, with Rob beside him kissing and caressing his back, from shoulder to buttock. The touch of Rob's hand on his butt was getting Stephen turned on and he was fairly sure that Rob could feel it where they were...it embarrassed him a little but turned him on more. He started to run his hand up and down Rob's body, then slipped it under Rob's t-shirt to touch his skin...a soft gasp of pleasure was released, but Rob pulled back. "Do you want to take this into the bedroom?" A pause. "Sure," he said. Rob stood and turned down the passage way. They entered the one room in the house Stephen hadn't ever ventured into. It was plainly decorated, but tasteful, with rich colours on the walls -- a feature wall of a deep wine red with cream to offset it. The bed was queen size and had a wrought iron bed head clothed with linen the same red as the wall. Rob moved to the bed and pulled back the duvet, revealing the sheet, then turned to Stephen. "You can still back out," he offered. "Not on your life," he grinned, "way too horny now," with a wink. Rob stepped towards him, reaching out to unbutton the collared shirt which Stephen wore. One button at a time his chest was bared, then the shirt was pushed to the floor. Rob removed his own t-shirt, then pushed his jeans to the floor, standing in front of Stephen only wearing briefs and obviously fairly aroused himself. Hands pulled Stephen closer and his belt joined his shirt, his trousers following. Rob slipped his hands around Stephen's waist, pulling him closer as he slipped his hands inside Stephen's briefs to cup his buttocks. Feeling Rob's hardening cock through the thin layers of material, Stephen began to kiss him again. They moved without separating and sat on the bed. Stephen pulled away to slip his legs under the covers, but as he did Rob removed the duvet altogether. "Ready to bare all?" Rob asked with a twinkle in his eye. "Yes," he replied. Rob helped him swing around on the bed then slipped his fingers under the waistline of Stephen's briefs. Stephen propped up his butt and Rob slipped them off, tossing them on the floor. He turned to look at Stephen's naked body, then ran his fingertips up the side of Stephen's extremely hard cock... Stephen gasped in pleasure...it was so long since someone else had touched him in that way. He just closed his eyes and shuddered in pleasure every time the gentle fingertips caressed him. He felt the bed move...eyes opening he saw Rob standing up, then slipping off his underwear -- his cock hard and ready to go. Rob got back on the bed and lay next to Stephen, beginning to kiss this man he'd wanted for so long. His lips touched Stephen's, then he began to move down...cheek, neck, ears, collarbone, chest. He lingered on Stephen's nipples, kneeling over the top of his body. Stephen's cock was touching Rob's stomach, hard, sensitive... He began to kiss his way down Stephen's stomach...well toned from the visits to the gym. He hardened his tongue and ran a line down the middle of his friend's thigh to his knee, then began to lick his way up Stephen's inside thigh. Stephen pulled up his knees, spreading his legs apart. Rob moved his mouth and began to suck his balls into his mouth...Stephen let out a moan of pleasure...it had been so long. Rob worked Stephen's balls for a few moments then hardened his tongue again and ran it up Stephen's shaft. Up, down, wrapping his lips around the side of this hard cock, sucking them off the side and then repeating this up and down the shaft. Stephen spread his legs as far apart as he was able and gently tangled his fingers in Rob's hair. Tongue flicked across Stephen's cock just below it's head, where the skin was most sensitive. The head was licked, then sucked into Rob's mouth. Rob sucked his lips on and off the head of Stephen's cock, gradually taking more and more of Stephen's shaft into his mouth. Stephen was writhing in ecstasy...he hadn't been touched by another person for so long, and he was enjoying what Rob was doing intensely. Deeper and deeper into his mouth...harder and harder he panted in pleasure...he felt his orgasm building up and was going to cum... "I'm going to cummmmm...." he moaned. Rob stopped for a moment and looked at him. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't." He smiled, then ran his tongue up the shaft of Stephen's hard cock again, then engulfed it with his mouth. Sucking, running his lips up and down Stephen's cock, Rob aimed to get an orgasm starting...tongue playing with the cock in his mouth, warm lips and mouth working hard on him... Stephen felt the orgasm building up, and he tried to hold back, prolong the pleasure. It got too much...his orgasm burst into Rob's mouth, his hands still gently touching Rob's hair...the intensity was amazing...his legs felt weak, he let out a cry of pleasure...Rob sucked Stephen dry, the slipped his lips slowly off Stephen's cock. Stephen slowly opened his eyes and saw Rob looking at him and smiling. "Enjoy?" he asked. "Oh, yes..." he replied. "Thank you so much." Rob moved up the bed and lay next to Stephen...they kissed again and Stephen tasted his cum on Rob's lips. Rob began to speak, "You don't need to do anything for me," he said, "you're new to this..." Stephen put his finger on Rob's lips and silenced him... "I know I don't have to...I want to. Make love to me...I'm yours for the night." Rob looked at him carefully, "Are you sure?" Stephen smiled and nodded. Rob moved off the bed and stood, and directed Stephen towards the edge. "If this is your first time, this'll be the easiest way," he explained, "I'll take it easy, and let me know if you're uncomfortable at all." Stephen was positioned with his butt on the edge of the bed, his feet propped up on the base. Rob got some lube out and was about to start putting it on when Stephen stopped him, then pulled him closer. Standing between Stephen's legs, he saw his friend duck his head down and flick his tongue across the head of his cock, then he spent a moment or two sucking the head. He stopped, reached for the bottle of lube and put a little on his hands, then took Rob in his hands and began to slick his cock with the sticky fluid...Rob took the bottle next then put some more on his head... Rob lay him down, then lifted his feet up, hooking them on his shoulders -- Stephen had to admit that this felt more than a little weird. Rob moved his cock closer to Stephen's tight hole, until the tip touched him, then he moved up and down a little, making sure Stephen was lubed up himself. Then gently, he moved forward, parting Stephen's arse with his hard shaft... Stephen gasped audibly...Rob stopped...Stephen said, "Keep...going...that's so...good..." Rob continued to push forward, stopping every few seconds to allow for comfort. Soon his shaft was buried inside Stephen, his balls just touching his friend's skin. He began to thrust... Back and forth he moved, slowly at first. Each thrust wrenched a gasp of pleasure from Stephen's mouth, and he panted himself as he felt his orgasm beginning to build. Then it happened...hot cum spurted from him, and he thrust himself into Stephen as he felt his load blow... Shortly afterward, he withdrew, then laid in the bed with Stephen once again. Knowing that this was a key moment to find out whether the whole experience had freaked Stephen out, he was cautious, lying down, then looking over at his friend, not knowing what to expect. Stephen reached up, pulled his face in and kissed him. "Shower?" he asked. "Sure...I'll get you a towel." "Get us both a towel," Stephen replied, "You ARE joining me, aren't you?" "Ya think?" he grinned.