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The Rave

By: Scotsdude



ONE

The blast of warm air hit me as I stepped into the large hangar. I didn't expect so many people at the rave. I walked over to the bar where I agreed to meet Chris and John. There were so many amazing girls, it was unbelievable. 

I had moved to the Czech Republic because work had forced me here. At first I wasn't too happy about it, but the moment I stepped foot off the plane, I fell in love with the place.

"Jules! AWRIGHT GEEZA!!" I turned to see Chris and John walk up to me. 

"All right mates! How do?" I replied.

Chris, holding a can of Red Bull, turned to the crowd. "Eh, Jules, not bad this, eh? Fuckin' gorgeous women, man!"

"Aye!" I said.

I bought myself a Semtex, the Czech version of Red Bull, just as nice, but a lot cheaper.

"Who's on?" I said, meaning the DJ.

"Some Czech guy. He's quite good. Doesn't jazz up his mixes very much though. Bolland's up in a few ticks."

"Cool."

We danced all the way though CJ Bolland's mixes and were getting into Timo Maas when we saw them. Three perfect girls dancing together. They must have each been about 175 cm tall. Really thin, yet massive tits, and tiny arses. They were all wearing latex hot-pants and latex bikini tops, yet in different colours.

"Fuck me!! I'm on for some of that!" Said Chris. "What d'you think lads? Shall we give it a go?"

"Definitely." Replied John.

We walked over, all the time one of them was watching us, then leaned over to whisper something in the other two's ears. They turned to face us (a good sign).

"Hi!" I shouted over the music. "I'm Jules. This is Chris and John."

"Awright." The lads said in unison.

"Ciau, I'm Katka." Said the one in the black clothes.

"I'm Sandra." The one in the red.

"Klara." The one in the blue.

We got talking with them, and found out they were from Prague. 

***

Chris, John and I shared a large flat just across the river from the National Theatre. We had got on pretty well with the girls, and by six in the morning, we weren't dancing anymore, but making out. Katka was all mine! We drove the girls back to our place where we began making out in the living room.

We decided to split up into our own bedrooms, but the girls weren't having any of it. 

Katka said, "We don't want to split up. Would you mind if we all stayed in one room?"

We looked at each other, this could only mean one thing...bi's!! Woohoo! 

"Nah, we don't have a problem with that, do we lads?" Said John. We shook our heads in the negative.

"That's just great," said Sandra. "Because, we would like to give you a little show."

The now naked girls began kissing each other, then they got into a triangle and started licking each other's pussy. They went at it for quite a while before they orgasmed and came. 

Next they came down on us and sucked our dicks. Katka was amazing! I felt her tongue ripple against my cock. Eventually I screamed to say I was about to come. She took all of it into her mouth. Then she turned to the other girls and kissed them. I didn't realise they had the cum of the other guys in their mouths when they kissed. Then Katka turned and kissed me full on the mouth. At the same time she pumped all the cum she had in her mouth into mine. Unconsciously I swallowed all of it, before realising what it was. The other guys did the same. We looked each other in surprise, but tried to shrug it off as being a fetish of the girls...so little did we know.

TWO

Over the next few weeks, we spent a lot of time with the girls. Sometimes together, but most of the time alone. I eventually felt and told Katka that I loved her. 

Around Christmastime, we were arrange what to do. Chris suggested taking the girls to England, but the girls had a better idea.

"I have a lodge up in the Krkonose mountains. We can do some skiing and have some fun." Katka lowered her voice to a sexy whisper. "And, we'll be all alone for the next three weeks."

Sounded good to me! And I said so. So did the others.

***

The sun was shining when we reached the lodge. It was more wood cabin than brick. We put down the bags, and decided to start a fire and get the place warm before we do anything.

By evening there was a roaring fire in the fire place, and John was cooking a chicken. 

Katka was lying in my arms, in front of the fire. "Jules, I've always been honest with you, so I want to be honest now. I sort of have a fetish, you know, in bed."

"Yeah? Okay, go on." I said.

"I'd like you to wear my underwear to bed." I looked at her in surprise. "Just once, to try, and if you don't like it then we won't do it again, okay?"

I looked her square in the eyes. "Kati, you know I'd do anything for you, anything at all. Sure, we can try it, but just don't tell the others, okay?"

"Sure, of course not."

Meanwhile, the others were have the same conversation...exactly. And it ended the same way. Of course, us guys didn't know that.

That night, Katka and I went to have a bath. She got some cream and rubbed it on her legs. Then she started to apply it to my chest.

"Hey, what're doing?" I asked.

"Oh don't worry. It's hair remover."

"WHAT???? Why?"

"You said you'd wear the underwear for me...I thought you'd go the whole way." She started to get upset.

"I'm sorry. You shocked me, that's all. It's only hair, it'll grow back."

"'Course it will." She quipped, suddenly cheery.

She showered me off, and I noticed my body-hair had fallen off. 

Back in the bedroom, she locked all the doors and pulled out some underwear she said she had selected for me. It was a satin white loose teddy, with lots of lace and suspender holders. White stockings with lace tops; and a white satin and lace short dressing gown. I put it all on. Then she put a wig on me, long straight blonde; and lots of make-up.

"It's going to be a long night." She said.

I couldn't believe how turned on I was getting.

She told me to lie on the bed while she got ready. And ready did she get! I watched her as she put on a black shiny rubber basque and stockings. Then she pulled out some leather handcuffs and cuffed me to the bed posts. I was almost ready to cum right now! She returned to her cupboard, where she pulled out...MY GOD!! It was a strap-on penis!!

"Wait, Kati, this no, please." I pleaded.

She sat on my chest, the penis millimetres from my mouth.

"Don't worry Julie, everything's going to be fine from now on, I promise."

What was she talking about? Julie?

She pressed the penis against my lips.

"Take it in your mouth and suck it. And you might want to wet it as much as possible, because it won't be lubricated by any other method."

I took the 8" black fake penis into my mouth and wetted it as much as possible. He she pulled it out, unclipped the base of my teddy, and lifted my legs over her shoulders.

"Please don't." I begged.

She didn't answer. She just slowly pushed the penis into my arse. I was in such pain at first, but that pain soon went away, and found myself enjoying myself. She pumped the penis in and out. I came into the teddy.

When she came as well she said, "I'm going to undo your cuffs, I don't want you to do anything stupid now, okay?"

"Okay." I said, really scared of this girl now. My arse was sore, but secretly I felt great. She had done up the clips on the teddy, and I really felt great in it. But I didn't want to keep it on, it was just good in private.

She held me like a baby. "That was nice, wasn't it?"

I whimpered a yes.

She took all my clothes from my cupboard. Before I realised what she was going to do, she unlocked the door, walked out, and locked it behind her. Moments later she was back. She had burned all my clothes.

"Come into the living room." She ordered.

I felt so weak as I walked out of the room. I noticed though, that I was not alone. Chris (now Christine, or Chrissie for short) was dressed in an exact copy of my lingerie, but in red; and John (now Joanna) was dressed in a black copy.

Katka spoke. "Now girls, don't get scared. We all have a big fetish, forced feminisation, and we want you for it. We want to do this for the next three weeks, after that, we'll return to normal and just be normal boyfriend and girlfriend, okay? Think of it as your Christmas present to us."

That didn't sound so bad, like I said before, I'd do anything for them. I noticed the others felt the same way.

"Okay," we agreed. "So long as no-one else sees us this way."

"No." Said Sandra. "We may go out to a restaurant, skiing, or to a club. In which case you'll be dressed as a woman. But don't worry, first, nobody knows you here, and second, have you seen yourselves in the mirror? Apartment from the breasts or lack of them and the bulge from your dicks, you look like women. Take a look."

So we did, and yes she was right, but still we were nervous about the whole situation. But what could we do?

THREE

We went back to our rooms. I didn't get any sleep. First Katka pierced my ears; then she painted my toe nails red, and put false red fingernails on me. Then I spent the rest of the night being fucked up the arse.

The next morning saw us being served breakfast by the girls. Katka had left me a black bra, panty, suspender set to put on. Then I put on the short black leather skirt, and the black leather short top, leaving my belly showing. Katka fixed my make-up. I must admit, I did look sexy. Chrissie and Joanna (I had to get used to calling them that, otherwise I'd get slapped) had the same outfits as me, be in red and blue, respectively. They also looked pretty sexy.

"You all have such flat stomachs. I think we should pierce your belly buttons. After breakfast though." Said Klara.

We ate breakfast in silence. It was nice, bit of a paracetamol taste to it though. Then after dinner, we were taken into Katka and I's bedroom. 

Katka rubbed something on our belly button, then slid a needle through. It hurt like mad, but after awhile it just throbbed. There we were, with new pierced belly buttons to go with our ears. It was not the end though.

"Katka, lets do their noses as well." Said Sandra.

"Yeah, why not?" Replied Katka.

She pierced our left nostrils, and put a stud in.

"Beautiful!" She clapped.

I looked at the gold in the different parts of my body, but never thought of what might come next.

Sandra walked up to Katka and whispered in her ear.

"Yes, well they don't need them for that anymore do they?" Remarked Katka. "Lie down again girls."

So we did. Then she pulled down our panties. Our penises were hard.

"Well, we have to stop that. Close your eyes and you'll get a big surprise!" A blow job...I thought. Next I felt a pin-prick into my penis and it went down instantly. I noticed the girls did the same to Chrissie and Joanna.

"What was that?" I asked.

"It was just a little something to help keep him in line for the next couple of weeks." Said Sandra, with a smug smile on her face.

"WHAT??? You mean...no sex?" Chrissie screamed.

"We'll have sex darling," said Sandra. "Just like last night." Chrissie knew what that meant, and so did the others.

Next they pierced our foreskins, and pierced them back so that we would have to sit down to piss. I understood what they were doing. They pulled our panties back up.

"Now no one has an excuse for leaving the toilet seat up." Laughed Klara.

Katka and the girls put the strap-on penises on again and told us to get up on all fours. We did and the girls pulled down our panties, and fucked us; we didn't get hard.

The girls told us to kiss each other, so we did. I orgasmed, and came, but I just couldn't get hard.

During the day, the girls taught us how to look after our make-up. We finally got the hang of it a few hours later.

Our biggest problem was our breasts. Katka soon put that right though...

***

That night, after Katka fucked me, and after I fell asleep; I awoke to the feeling of an injection, but before I could respond, I fell back asleep again.

When I awoke again, it was morning. Below, I notice something had changed, I had breasts! 

"Don't touch them! You'll notice they haven't healed and won't do for at least a week." Said Katka.

"But you said that it would be nothing permanent!"

"Don't worry sweetheart, it isn't. They are fake breasts. We can take them out in a month or two." She saw me start to question her, but stopped me. "Or whenever!"

A week went by. I spent my time lying in bed. I didn't even get to see the other guy/girls, only Katka. At the end of the first week the wounds had all but healed. They did seem to be getting bigger though, maybe that was normal. In fact, my hips seemed to be changing too. I was beginning to question in my mind about what was in the food.

I hadn't had sex for in any shape or form for the week. That night though, was different.

I was dressed in a sex red basque with red suspenders. Katka was wearing her usual black SM gear and I large strap-on penis, this one was a big one though, at least 11" and 4" around.

"God I missed you." She said as she pumped my mouth. "Suck my dick, bitch! Yeah, my little whore, suck it good. Now I'm going to fuck you little ass." I felt her pressing into my arse. "Good girl. Oooh, good, you're taking it all. Brilliant. I'm going to fuck you so hard, fuck you, fuck you." She repeated this over and over. "While I'm fucking you, I'm going to let you into a little secret. We are not going to change you back! It was all a trick from the beginning. We are going to train you to be she-male prostitutes and sell you to the Russian Mafia. Would you like that? HA-HA-HA!" She fucked me harder and harder. It was so good yet so painful. Yet when she told me this news, I started struggle, to try and get away, but I couldn't get away. She was stronger. 

"Don't think you can get away from me. I've pumped you full of oestrogen and other hormones so you'll be weak. There's no escape now!" She shouted as she orgasmed.

I realised there was no escape. Over the next couple of days, they decided to take off the penis ring they had connected to my body. But I realised why. My penis was beginning to work again, and they wanted it that way, for now. Chrissie was called into my room. He was upset. 

"Now Chrissie, get in front of Julie. Good, now Julie, suck Chrissie's penis. Good girl, see how easy it is?" Said Katka.

I sucked on it, Chrissie was enjoying it because it got rock hard. I sucked for all my life, and eventually he came. I swallowed all of it.

"Good girls. Now Julie, get behind Chrissie, and fuck her."

I did, I was rock hard, and believe it or not, I wanted it. I wanted to get my cum out like mad!

FOUR

Another week passed, and now all three of us, Chrissie, Joanna and I live in the one bedroom. There are cameras set up, and we are told to fuck non-stop. We realised that this is because they wanted the tapes as porn films.

The girls never fucked us anymore. They gave us an open diet of oestrogen which we took six times a day. Our hair has grown long enough so we don't need wigs.

On our final day, there was a knock on the door. As promised, five Russian men walked in, paid the girls a large sum of money and took us away.

On the first night we were with the Russians, we were raped in both our holes and our penises were injected and pinned back again. Our arses were so sore and used that we bled.

The next day, we were in a town in Slovakia, on sale, on the streets, as prostitutes. We tried to go to the police, but we soon discovered the whole town was run by the mafia. We were trapped, into the life of slavery and sex. 

We have a tale of our life as prostitutes...but that's another story.

The Rave



Strobe lights flash and flare as the two find their spot on the dance floor. Their hearts find rhythm with the deep, thumping base of the music. He places his hands delicately on her hips; she loops hers around the back of his neck. They move together to the beat, foreheads pressed together, staring into each other's eyes. A cascade of fog drops from the ceiling and envelops them, and suddenly they are alone, two teens in a passionate and sweat-filled dance, nothing there but each other and the pulsing music.

He finds difficulty in differentiating the thump of the music from the beating of his own heart. Part of him hesitates, but just as quickly the passion pushes him to draw her closer to him and bring his lips to hers. She reacts with surprise, but only for a moment, and soon their tongues are dancing as well, struggling for dominance in their mouths. They break apart and stare into each other's eyes, an unspoken agreement passing between them.

They dance for hours, their bodies held tightly together, grinding their hips and panting. He runs his fingers up and down her lower back along her spine, and she squirms with pleasure. He turns his head and kisses his way down her neck as she gasps and grabs him tighter. 

Soon he's at her lower neck, and she feels him bite playfully. A rush of ecstasy shoots through her. Her fingers tense on his back. He bites again, this time harder. Now a mixture of pain and pleasure assails her, and she cries out, her fingernails digging into his back. Her hand flies to the back of his hand and pulls him back by the hair, and she quickly embraces him with a lustful kiss, her tongue shooting to the back of his mouth before he even realizes it. He relaxes and kisses her back.

All too soon, the rave is over. As the last song ends, the two still remain clutching each other, dripping sweat and panting with slight fatigue...and anticipation. They walk out together, arms looped around each other, two people in the crowd with two hearts beating frantically as one.

He begins leading her towards the large glass exit doors. "Where are we going?" she asks innocently. "It's a surprise," he replies slyly.

-----

The door to his hotel room swings open wide as the two enter the room, entangled in another passionate kiss. He carelessly kicks the door closed as they pass, and the two dance and kiss their way over to the bed. They fall onto it, his body pressing down on hers. He migrates back to her neck again, and she gasps as he kisses and bites at the sensitive spot.

"Oh....gods..."she pants breathlessly, "you...are...incredible."

"I know," he states with a grin as he pulls his head away from her neck. She smiles half-heartedly, too distracted by the lust pumping through her veins, enticing her and making her soak her underwear. He moves off of her and lies just to the side of her. 

His hand has wandered slowly down, over her flat stomach, and is resting gently on her groin. He drags one finger slowly over the jeans, just in the right place. She gasps and bucks her hips up involuntarily. He smirked at her.

"Oh...did you like that?" he asked deviously. She merely nodded, her eyes closed, feeling her juices flowing freely inches away from his waiting fingers.

"Please..." she murmured. 

His grin grows. "Since you asked so nicely..."

He slips his hand under her belt, maneuvering down beneath her underwear. They are warm and slick across the top of his hand.

"Someone is excited," he teases. His fingers find her lips and he drags one along the opening. A gasping moan escapes her and she claws at the sheets on either side of her. He repeats, going slightly farther inside. The third time his finger trails along her clit, and she bucks wildly and moans.

He smiles, meeting her eyes. She looks pleadingly at him, her face flush with desire. He brings his fingers back to her clit, still watching her face, and pinches it gently between his thumb and forefinger. She throws her head back and screams, shaking as the waves of pleasure assail her body and mind. He gently massages her clit between his fingers, her shaking and panting and moaning growing with each second. He slips his ring finger into her soaked pussy and she thrashes even more.

"Oh...gods...fuck...me..." she pants, her cries becoming louder as she grew closer to her climax. 

"Do you want to cum, baby?" He asks slyly.

"Mmmhmmm..." she murmurs.

"Tell me you want to cum," he commands, pushing his ring finger deeper into her soaking cunt. She gasps again, thrashing under his touch.

"I want to cum...so bad..." she pants, "make...make me cum...please..."

"That's a good girl," he says, and pinches her clit between his fingernails. She's overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure coursing through her, and she climaxes, crying out his name and bucking up against his hand. Wave after wave of the orgasm assails her as she writhes on the bed, desperately clutching at the sheets.

After a moment, she comes back down, and lifts her head to look up him. He removes his hand from her pants and brings it up. His finger glistens in the light, covered in her juices. He licks it, savoring the sweet taste. She shivers with pleasure at the sight.

He leans down and kisses her again, his tongue exploring her mouth. His hands are pushing her shirt up, and they break from the kiss long enough to drag it over her head. His hands pause briefly over her supple breasts before they sneak behind her back and quickly unhook her bra. He pulls it off of her, flinging it aside.

He breaks the kiss and moves down her chest. He hovers over her left breast, then leans down and kisses the nipple gently. Her back arches in response, and she lets out a wordless sigh. He moves over and kisses her right nipple, then sucks it gently into his mouth. She moans loudly, and he circles around her nipple with his tongue. His hand is mimicking his efforts on the left nipple, much to her pleasure.

"Oh...fuck..." she gasps. He bites her ever so slightly, and she cries out in ecstasy.

"Fuck...." She whispers, her hands moving to his hair. She runs her fingers frantically through as he licks, bites, and pinches her nipples, building her towards yet another climax. 

He stops suddenly, releasing both her nipples. She starts to whimper, but quickly stops as he removes her belt and unbuckles her pants. He slides her jeans down, and effortlessly tugs them off her legs. Her panties, once white, were soaked into translucency, and her dripping pussy lay exposed beneath the garment. He smiles devilishly and leans in, removing the wet garment with his teeth. She shudders with anticipation. 

Her panties now discarded on the floor below him, he returns to her pussy and draws his tongue along it, from the bottom up, and she writhes with pleasure. A second lick brushes against her clit, and she gasps, her hands flying back into his hair as he slowly toys with her clit. His fingers find their way back into her dripping cunt, and she writhes and chants his name as he licks and thrusts into her in time together.

"Oh god...fuck me...fuck me...I w-want...you..." she pants, her fingers lacing frenziedly through his hair again.

"Well now, do you?" he asks, ceasing to lick her. His fingers are still buried inside of her.

"Mmmhmmm..." she moans breathlessly.

"I didn't hear you," he retorts, dragging his fingernail along the roof of her pussy. She moans loudly.

"Yes..." she pants.

"What was that?" he asks, dragging two nails across now. She screams and grabs at his hair. 

"I want you to fuck me!" she cries, "I want you inside me!"

He smiles slyly and stands up. In one quick motion, he removes his shirt and tosses it to the side. He then gestures for her to approach and points to his belt. She slides quickly over to the edge of the bed. Her hands hover over his belt, trembling with anticipation. He grins and runs a finger along the top of her spine. She shudders, and lust overtakes hesitation as she removes his belt and slides his pants down.

His dark blue briefs do little to hide the large bulge of his penis, and she lets out a small gasp at the sight of it. Hands trembling again, she hooks her fingers around his waistband and slowly lowers his underwear. Properly freed from it's confinement, his dick springs out, extending out in front of him its full seven and a half inches.

"It's...incredible..." she murmurs, taking it gently into her hands. She runs her hand down the shaft, feeling him quake under her touch. She leans in and licks the precum off the tip. The taste is a salty sweet concoction, and she's intoxicated by it.

"Are you having fun?" he asks as she runs her hands all over it, "Here I thought you wanted me to fuck you..."

She looks frightfully up into his eyes.

"Yes...I do..." she whimpers, releasing him and lying back on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. She spreads them apart, showing him her glistening, dripping pussy.

"Tell me what you want," he commands her, moving in between her legs. His head hovers millimeters from her soaked cunt.

"I want you to fuck me," she moans, pushing her self closer to him, but he pulls away just enough to keep from entering her.

"How should I fuck you?" he asks, rubbing his head up and down her slit, still not pushing himself in.

"I want you to fuck me hard," she whispers, her chest heaving frantically with anticipation.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he commands again, teasing her entrance with his head.

"I want you to fuck me until you cum inside me!" she cries breathlessly, pushing herself against him frantically.

"With pleasure," he says, and slips himself into her. She cries out again as he fills her, stretching her to fit. He pushes himself in, finding she can just fit all of him inside.

"Like a glove!" he declares, watching as she moans and pants frantically.

He begins slowly thrusting in and out of her, relishing in the sensation of her warm, wet pussy gripping his dick tightly. She moans loudly and thrashes on the bed, panting his name again and again.

"Fuck me...fuck me...oh gods...fuck me..." she moans as he increases his tempo, thrusting into her. He begins to grunt with each push into her, and she matches him with a gasp of pleasure as a wave of pure ecstasy washes through her. Soon he's pounding into her, both gasping with pleasure.

"Do you want to cum again?" he asks between grunts, still pounding into her.

"Yes...make me cum...make me cum..." she begs, bunching the sheets in her hands as she builds closer to her climax.

"Lemme hear you cum, baby," he commands, "lemme hear you scream my name when you cum."

She pants furiously, thrashing as she teeters on the edge.

"Let me fill you," he murmurs, growing close to his own.

At last, she climaxes, thrashing violently on the bed, crying out his name as the waves of her orgasm assail her. Her pussy contracts around his dick, throwing him into his own climax, and he cries out her name as he releases his hot seed deep inside of her.

-----

They lay together, naked and drenched in sweat. He's holding her in his arms, running his fingers through her hair.

"And how was that, little lady? Did you have fun?" he asks quietly, bringing his hand down to her cheek.

"Mmmhmm..." she murmurs, and looks up into his eyes. They kiss once more, and she lays her head against his chest, listening to the gentle beating rhythm inside.

They fall asleep in each other's arms, two bodies intertwined. Two hearts beating as one.



The Rave



Formerly 37, of The Gathering 

9:10 PM

Kathy Thorenson was talking to her closest friend Peggy Stinson on the phone. No one else was home. Rosa and Dutch were at the Ruark's participating in one of their orgies, but neither of the eighteen-year-olds knew or suspected as much. 

Kathy: You know exams have been so crappy.

Peggy: Yeah, today's math was pathetic. Yuck, I could barely understand the questions.

Kathy: So right, and I got a history paper due tomorrow.

Peggy: Me too. Hmmm, we better start reading those outlines soon.

Kathy: Wanna come over so we can read them together?

Peggy: Sure! You know we better get good grades on it.

Kathy: Why? Are ya worried about not getting to graduate?

Peggy: Naw, I'm worried about not getting into the right college. So what are ya doing right now?

Kathy: My toenails and listening to some hip-hop.

Peggy: Not studying, eh?"

Kathy: Well exams are next week, so . . .

Peggy: It's insane what's expected of us. All work and no play make a girl awful dull.

Kathy: Maybe we can play some.

Peggy: Ya think?

Kathy: No one home but little ole me.

Peggy: I think my mother would love for me to leave.

Kathy: Is your dippy brother running around with his hardon hanging out?

Peggy: Not quite, but I think both he and Mom are hurtin' to get it on again.

Kathy: Has he been bothering you?

Peggy: Not lately. But he's tried the bathroom door while I was in the shower more than once. I make damn sure it's locked ever since he popped in on me.

Kathy: I remember. It was a good thing your mother was home. 

Peggy: Still and all I had to scream and she didn't really do anything about it.

Kathy: That sucks!

Peggy: Tell me about it; and all this fucking rain. I'm tempted to sleep right through it until the sun wakes me up.

Kathy: Yeah, but it could be weeks, and with all the tests and all.....

Peggy: It does suck doesn't it? Well at least school's gonna be over with soon.

Kathy: Yeah, but still I'm bored. I mean when's the last time a guy asked us out?

Peggy: Right, it's amazing, I mean we're decent looking; with nice tits....

Kathy: You have gorgeous tits, Peggy.

Peggy: Thanks, you're so sweet. And yours aren't bad either. I heard Doris Delaney saying she wished she had your tits the other day.

Kathy: Did she? What else did she say?

Peggy: Nothing, she saw me and stopped talking until I passed them by.

Kathy: Hold on, another calls coming in. Don't hang up now.

Peggy: I won't.

Kathy: Hello?"

Elliott: Hi Kathy? Elliott. Hey girl, wanna go to a rave tonight?

Kathy: Um, Elliott? Where do I . . .

Elliott: We met at the skating rink about three weeks ago. I'm the guy with red hair.

Kathy: Oh, yeah, I remember now. You wanna go where?

Elliott: To a rave. We got a mini-van too!

Kathy: Hold on a sec, I'm on another line.

Kathy: Peggy?

Peggy: Yeah?

Kathy: I've got this guy named Elliott on the other line and . . .

Peggy: Who is he?

Kathy: The skating rink a while ago, the guy with red hair.

Peggy: Oh, yeah, he was nice looking. Tall, no pimples, could skate too.

Kathy: That's the one. He just asked if I wanted to go to a rave tonight.

Peggy: A rave! Wow! We've talked about going to one, but never....

Kathy: Hold on, let me see who else is in on this and what's involved.

Elliott: Hello?

Kathy: Sorry, I've got Peggy Stinson on the other line. She wants to know who else is going that we might know.

Elliott: Shannon Fullbright, Stevie Delasandro and Gerry Mayer and Marlene Bain.

Kathy: So you're really looking for one girl, huh?

Elliott: No, no! As many as possible. Hey who ya got?

Kathy: Just Peggy.

Elliott: Great, she's almost as pretty as you. So is it a go?"

Kathy: When are you leaving?

Elliott: As soon as... we're just chillin' for now. Should we swing by and pick you two up?

Kathy: Wait a sec.

Peggy: Kathy?

Kathy: Yeah, it sounds like a good group. I think you know Gerry Mayer and Marlene Bain.

Peggy: Oh I know Marlene. She's become an easy mark for all the guys at school. And I think Gerry is her sometimes BF.

Kathy: So I hear, but there's also a girl named Shannon Fullbright and a guy named Stevie Delasandro. I don't know them.

Peggy: I've met Stevie, he seemed okay. Wanna do it? Christ, we've been so bored, it's perfect.

Kathy: What about our curfews?

Peggy: Your Mom's out right? Mine won't miss me as long as Davy can keep it up.

Kathy: I think she and Dutch are staying over at the Rourk's.

Peggy: I don't know them.

Kathy: Friends of Dutch. Um, they're a black couple. I haven't met them either, but they sound nice.

Peggy: Let's do it!

Kathy: Okay, let me tell Elliott.

Elliott: So? Are we set?

Kathy: Yup, come by my place. Peggy will be here in 15 – 20 minutes. When will you be here? Oh, do you know where I live?

Elliott: Yeah, I know. Should be there in 30 – 35 minutes, then we have a 40 minute ride.

Kathy: Cool, see ya then. Oh, got any booze?

Elliott: Some Jack Daniels and a bottle of Absolute.

Kathy: that should do us.

Elliott: See ya in a few.

Kathy: Yeah, bye.

Peggy: Hello?

Kathy: get your ass over here. We leave in 30 minutes.

Peggy: On my way!

***

11:43 PM 

They arrived at the site without a hitch. Kathy was wearing a frothy black outfit and her blonde hair was kind of curled and almost frizzy. Peggy had a skimpy white outfit on that was almost too short to wear in public; but both girls had agreed they didn't get out that much and this was, after all, a rave where anything went, or so they had heard. The trip itself had been uneventful, the guys behaved themselves and the girls, Marlene and Shannon had been very pleasant and upbeat.

There was a pretty decent sized line outside the club, but none of the teens minded waiting to get inside except Shannon who complained the rain was ruining her hairdo. Twenty minutes later they were all inside and looking around. It was a huge warehouse, with the main floor, or house room packed from wall to wall with well over a thousand grooving ravers. A series of porta potties formed a natural divider from what was called the hardcore or main room where even more dancers cavorted to different music. They quickly learned that upstairs afforded the dancers a respite from the heat in what was known as the "Chill Rooms," which were actually a series of smaller rooms that allowed the overheated dancers to "cool down;" and they also set the tone for drug use and sexual activites of all kinds.

Kathy was almost immediately separated from Peggy and the others and swept out onto the dance floor which was body to body with writhing, shaking dancers. She was amazed at the number of good looking guys on the dance floor. At the typical high school dance only about 20% of the guys actually danced; the others stood around and watched, or made snide comments about the girls as they moved within earshot. Here it was closer to 80 or 90 percent of guys actually dancing.

She was into her second dance when she began to take stock of her surroundings. The flashing lights were mesmerizing at times, and she tried not to stare at them, but couldn't help herself, the multicolored moving lights were just so pretty. And the sound! 

"Oh, my God" she thought, "it rocks my world!"

She could actually feel the bass rattling her insides. Kathy was stunned to discover she had a new partner, and he was handsomer than the first guy. She asked his name and he told her it was Ron.

"Ron," she shouted back, "I'm Kathy." 

"Where from?"

"LA. And you?"

"San Diego, well north of it really," and with casual aplomb, he touched her left breast.

She swatted the hand away, furious at him for being so piggish. He laughed.

"Have you been to the chill rooms?" He asked.

Kathy glanced around, looking for one of her friends, but saw no one she knew. Then she answered him.

"No, I only got here a few minutes ago."

He laughed again. "Wanna get high?"

"No!" She shouted to make certain he heard her.

Hey, it's fun. Look over there." He pointed behind her and she turned her head to look.

There were three girls standing less than 15 feet from her. The one in the middle, a long haired blonde had her dress top pushed down exposing both breasts. Kathy's first thought was that the girl had had surgery to enhance them, but that thought vanished when she realized the other girls had begun to tongue her nipples. The girl spotted Kathy looking at her and stuck her tongue out and wiggled it provocatively.

Then it occurred to Kathy that perhaps she wasn't looking at her but at her partner Ron. She turned back to him and saw that he had exposed himself and was waving his cock at the girls. 

Enraged, Kathy spun away from him and headed to the opposite side of the large room.

Within seconds another guy had her dancing again. He seemed nice too and she let herself lean into his hard, lean body at every opportunity, for she had discovered that the crowd and their antics along with the flashing lights and throbbing music had made her hot and not from dancing. The prospect of having sex with a guy for the first time loomed large in her mind.

As she slowly turned around her eyes focused on some of the graffiti covering the walls and was startled to hear her dance partner say, "Like it?"

"Like what?"

"I'm Johnny, the graffiti . . . I did it."

Kathy was impressed. "You did it?'

He smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm an art major at Cal."

"A college boy, I'm impressed."

"Hey, just how old are you?" He asked with a sudden concern in his eyes.

"I'm old enough," she said, and followed with, "Actually I'll be 19 next week, so don't worry about me being jailbait."

"Thanks for the info," he said and touched her for the first time, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. "You're a very pretty girl."

"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself," she said and giggled. "I'm Kathy."

"Pleased to meet you Kathy," he said.

"Johnny," she said, informing him that she had remembered his name, "Where can I get something to drink? I'm awfully thirsty."

"Come on," He said, and taking her hand, escorted her upstairs to an almost vacant chill room.

Kathy purchased a bottle of water for $4.00 and was surprised at how fast she consumed it. At these prices it's no wonder he didn't buy me one, she thought, and noted that Johnny also had one, and as he held the bottle up to his mouth, Kathy had an opportunity to check him out. She was impressed with his body. He was tall, about six feet, lean and fairly good looking. Added to that was the fact that he was an older, college guy and his status soared to the top of Kathy's boy chart. Then they returned to the dance floor downstairs.

Kathy was a good dancer, but had to concede that Johnny could out dance her any day. But she was also impressed that he didn't show her up, in fact, he kept showing her new moves and waited for her to pick up on them before going all out. At this rate she was able to keep up with him and saw that they were both getting approving nods from the other dancers.

We're really groovin'" she told herself, and at that moment caught a glance of Marlene Bain dancing with Stevie Delasandro.

Whoa, I guess the crew is still here; she thought and put even more frenetic energy into her moves. A few minutes later, still dancing with Johnny, she spotted Elliott Grady's red hair and found him dancing awkwardly with Shannon Fullbright.

So where's Peggy? she wondered, glanced at her watch and saw that it was already 11:30.

The DJ's were really in top form this night, working their tables relentlessly, interchanging on each other's music constantly and somehow making the music sound even better.

"They're unfuckinbelievable, aren't they?" Johnny shouted, seeming to have read her mind.

She looked into his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, they are. They're the best of the best," she managed to say, and found herself lost in his eyes.

Johnny pulled her close and Kathy allowed herself to lean into him, and felt his hardness pressing against her. She didn't mind in the slightest, in fact, she thrust her groin out to ensure the contract remained in place.

Am I gonna let this guy fuck me? she asked herself. Then thought about the promises she'd made to her mother. And surprisingly, she thought about Dutch and how much she wanted him to be the first.

As a new number began with an even faster beat, Kathy noticed several couples nearby who where dancing while clenching what she took for baby pacifier's pacifiers in their mouths.

"Look Johnny!" She called out, "Is that what I think it is?"

He looked in the direction she had indicated and grinned at her. "Yup, pacifier's."

"But . . ."

"Just like we're drinking lots of water to prevent dehydration, the pacifiers prevent involuntary teeth clenching."

"Oh, wow!" 

"Is this your first rave?"

She cast her eyes down and responded, "Yes."

"Hey," he said, chucking her under the chin. "Don't get down on me, everyone has their first time. Let me fill you in on a couple things."

"Okay," Kathy managed and then smiled at him. Fill me in."

"Oh, I'd love to fill you," he said, grinning devilishly at her.

"Don't go getting obscene on me," she said warning him off.

To his credit, he absorbed the warning and got back to his instruction. "See those guys over there?" He pointed to the opposite side of the dance floor.

She nodded.

"They're holding signs up, see? The letters "E" and "X"?

"Is that?"

"Ecstasy, that's right!" He said with emphasis. "And that one, see it? It says "Rollin"? That's if you wanna get high with MDMA."

"I'd heard there was a lot of drug use at raves, but . . ."

"But? There's no but about it, everyone's using, everyone."

"I'm not." She said with some reluctance.

"Want some "E?"

"I don't know," she murmured, but any resistance she had was fading fast.

"Come on, let's chill out for a minute," he said and holding her hand led her up a flight of stairs. As she was climbing the stairs, Kathy looked ahead of her and saw Peggy ahead of her.

Kathy's eyes widened in shock, Peggy wore nothing under her white skirt. Her pussy was clearly visible to anyone behind her.

"Peggy!" She called and Peggy looked back.

"Hi, Kathy!" she grinned and waved a hand. "Where have you been?"

"Dancing, but what's with . . ." and she motioned with her hand indicating Peggy's nudity.

"Oh, that, well lot's of people are doing it 'cause it makes it easier for the gropers on the floor, ya know?"

"Jesus, Peggy . . . have you taken 'E'?"

Peggy smiled as Kathy joined her on the stairs. "Ummm, yeah...it's like... wow!"

Johnny stopped on the step below and casually let his hand slide up Peggy's thigh, past the tops of her black hose and on upward until it cupped her pussy.

"You're very moist," he told her in a matter-of-fact tone.

Peggy giggled. "See Kathy, everyone's doing it. Why don't you lose yours too?"

She grasped Peggy's hand and pulled her up the remaining steps until they were all in the chill room. Johnny's hand was no longer under Peggy's skirt; it was now holding a sample of Ecstasy out to Kathy.

"Go on try it," he said. To Kathy it seemed that his voice dripped with seductiveness. 

Peggy joined him, "Go on, Kathy. Try it. You'll see, it won't hurt you and you'll feel... God, you'll feel sensational!"

Kathy accepted the Ecstasy and swallowed it with some bottled water. In just a short time she felt her heart beating faster and found she wanted to hug those around her. Peggy sensed this and as she felt pretty much the same, grabbed Kathy and kissed her on the lips. Johnny's hand went back under Peggy's skirt and his fingers rolled over her outer labia. 

Peggy sighed into Kathy's mouth and tongued her friend. Kathy returned the favor, sending her tongue back into Peggy's mouth and over her teeth and gums as soon as it was possible to do so. The three of them slowly sank to the floor oblivious to everyone around them. Johnny kept his fingers busy, thrusting two into Peggy's very wet pussy as the girls grew feverish with their prolonged kiss.

Kathy reluctantly ended the kiss, but felt an overwhelming desire to touch Johnny too. As her hand moved along his leg, she saw that he was jilling Peggy, but was surprised that she didn't seem to mind this at all; and on reaching up to grasp his hardon through his slacks, she encountered the zipper and with a sly, knowing grin on her face, pulled it down, reached in and extracted Johnny's six inch cock. 



Johnny's hand left Peggy's cunt and he rose to his feet, very much aware of what was to come as Kathy knelt in front of him and began to suck him off. Several feet away, other dancers looked on, seeming to think nothing unusual was going on.

This left an aroused Peggy with nothing to do and after looking over the situation, she went behind the kneeling Kathy and lifted her into a slight crouch, then deftly lay down on the floor and slid under Kathy's crotch, much as a mechanic slides under a car. 

As Peggy finalized her positioning she reached up and squeezed Kathy's nipples as Kathy busied herself trying to swallow Johnny's stiff cock. After hearing Kathy moan with delight, Peggy pulled Kathy's panties to one side and kissed her friend's swollen labia finding it wet and slick. 

As the strobe lights flickered on and off, Peggy also noted that Kathy's clit was standing up like a sentinel. Her tongue immediately sought the tiny bud out, gliding over the glistening nub.

Kathy moaned appreciatively, cupping Johnny's balls with one hand and holding his cock scant inches from her wanton lips. 

"Oh, yeah, Peggy, that's it. That's the place!"

Peggy heard her and felt a sudden warmth rush through her body. Her nostrils flared and the sexy, musky smell of Kathy's arousal was sniffed through Peggy's nose and raced directly to her brain, filling her with a hunger that increased her arousal by a factor of ten. 

At this point Peggy would gladly have taken on her high school football team along with all the cheerleaders.

In addition to Peggy's mouth making Kathy squirm, Johnny's hands were running all over her body and she couldn't believe they were doing this in the open. The very thought of it quickened her pulse, reminding her of her secret make-out sessions with Mrs. Bain and several times with Peggy when they were almost caught in the act. While all these thoughts were running through Kathy's head, Johnny's cock slipped from her mouth. Quickly, almost frantically she reached for it again and started licking, then pouting her lips she began sucking on the head. 

She knew that was the most sensitive part of his tool and wanted to show him that she had an innate ability to felicitate. Kathy's skilled tongue rimmed his cockhead until it changed from red to purple as it engorged with Johnny's red hot blood.

He moaned and his cock jerked in her mouth; and Kathy noted her rising excitement. Not only has Peggy's tongue got me going, she told herself, but I love the feel and taste of his cock. 

I think I could come just from blowing him. I've got to try this again... maybe Dutch will let me.... "

Her body began to tremble at the very thought of having Dutch's cock in her mouth and her thighs closed on Peggy's head. Peggy had no choice but to send a finger up Kathy's ass to free herself from the intense pressure of Kathy's youthful thighs on her head. Kathy halted her sucking as she felt the finger entering her rectum. 

The blood rushed to her face as Peggy's finger touched her prostrate even as Peggy continued her non-stop attack on her clit. Kathy felt dizzy, yet so near her orgasm that she couldn't believe it. She commenced rocking her groin into Peggy's face while her hand was a blur as it masturbated Johnny as she continued sucking him. 




The Rave



Suddenly she dropped her hands to the floor, sank back on Peggy's face and moaned, "Peggy! Peggy! Peggy!" As she came from Peggy's last sucking licks to her now frothy cunt.

Johnny came too; with his prick pointed straight out and twitching uncontrollably, he sent several long ropes of sperm into Kathy's hair. She had no idea what had happened so engrossed was she with her own exquisite orgasm. 

Perhaps a minute passed, allowing Peggy to recover sufficiently to raise herself up and lean forward to kiss Johnny's balls even as her fingers smeared the slimy liquid remnants over the still throbbing length of his cock. Then rising up off her haunches she took the head of his cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his helmet-shaped head, she sucked in her cheeks and pumped his cock with her right hand as she drew the remaining seed from his fast shrinking prick.

Kathy lay panting on the floor and looking up she saw the room moving upside down, the flashing lights and the pulsating, unrelenting sound of the music and Peggy blowing Johnny's effervescent dick only three feet above her. 

Kathy willed herself not to pass out and sent her fingers in search of Peggy's twat as the ambient sound enveloped her. Thanks to the Ecstasy a feeling of euphoria pervaded her being as the sounds of records skipping, wind rushing, infants crying, helicopter blades churning, bombs exploding, motorcycles speeding up rocky hills and more closed in on her.

Her fingers were literally churning the juices from Peggy's cunt as Kathy looked around the chill room and smiled gaily at those who watched her masturbating Peggy to a well deserved climax.

Why are they watching me, or us? she wondered. Look at 'em, dressed up in those weird outfits.

And there was truth in what she said, for there was one man who fancied himself a fire-eater and there was a mysterious wild-west cowboy and cowgirl who created sparks with chain-saws among them. But others walked by not caring what Kathy and Peggy were doing and gradually as Peggy finished coming the three settled down on the floor and let the drugs take charge of their sated bodies.

Both girls eventually returned to the dance floor. Johnny faded away and to be frank, wasn't missed by either girl. They continued to meet one guy after another and danced the night away. It wasn't until Peggy realized that they had better damn well get there sorry butts back home before their parents discovered they were gone that both realized the guys who brought them had not been in sight for hours. 

They quit dancing and searched the main floor and then the chill rooms. They met Marlene, but the others were not to be found.

The three girls decided to leave without the guys, figuring that they had found some girls and taken off without them.

"We can hitch a ride with someone," Marlene said.

"That could be dangerous," Peggy said, but didn't look as if she'd oppose a ride.

Neither girl had told Kathy about the ropes of come in her hair. But then, they were stoned and not very perceptive at this point in the evening. They left the rave with their hands in the air, mimicking the dancers still cavorting on the dance floor. 

Kathy glanced over her shoulder at the exit and saw hands reaching out for laser beams, couples with pacifiers and luminescent lights of all colors being waved about and some guys wandering around feeding people water from huge plastic canisters. Then the door closed and with that, the music was muffled. They had walked about a block when the van cruised alongside them.

"Yo, you ladies want a ride?"

Surprisingly, it was Marlene who took charge. 

"Where you headed?"

"Hey," one smiled as his thin body leaned halfway out the driver's window, "Wherever you dream girls wanna go?"

Marlene smiled at him. Peggy pulled at her arm, "C'mon, let's walk some more."

"No," Marlene said, keeping the smile on her face. 

"You tell us where you're headed and if it's in our direction we might ride with ya."

This caused the guys to confer. It became obvious they had no destination and only wanted the girls to get into the van.

"Near San Diego," the driver finally said.

"Sorry," Marlene announced. "We're headed the other way. But thanks for asking."

"So, would a couple blowjobs be out of the question?" he asked.

"I don't think so, but thanks for asking," 

Marlene said, and the girls moved away from the van, walking quickly in the opposite direction.

They walked for another thirty minutes before stopping at an all-night gas station. Peggy announced that her foot hurt and she wouldn't be able to walk much further. The girls pooled their money and found that they only had eight dollars between them, scarcely enough for cab fare for the forty minute ride home.

"Damn those bastards," Kathy swore.

"If I see any of them, I'll kick 'em in the balls." Peggy snarled.

"Fuck them," Marlene replied, "we've got a problem and the way I see it is we've got to hitch a ride back. 

Peggy ventured into the station to determine their exact whereabouts and learned that the freeway they needed was a half mile away. They bought several cans of Mountain Dew to stem the possible dehydration that Ecstasy might cause after noting none of the three had high body temperatures. 

Marlene told the others that they might suffer from some depression some 48 hours after taking the drug and left it at that.

Peggy and Kathy nodded as Marlene provided the information, but still felt great and didn't worry about the future except for obtaining a ride home. 

They covered the half mile and saw the freeway looming in front of them. Sitting down for a minute they decided what they were willing to do for a ride, if pressed. 

Marlene casually told Peggy, "If they're clean I'll let one fuck me."

Both Kathy and Peggy were shocked. 

"Well, I like getting laid," she told them. "I really do."

"Marlene...like me and Peggy are virgins," Kathy said lamely.

"And... you want to keep your cherries?" Marlene countered.

"That's right," Peggy said harshly. "You might be a slut, but don't make us one too!"

"Easy there Peggy," Kathy said, intervening. 

"Marlene, she didn't mean that. You made her... shit... you make both of us nervous with your casual approach to sex."

"Fuck the both of you," Marlene shouted. "I saw you blowin' that guy Kathy; and you... Miss Prissy, I saw you eating this one's snatch and blowin' the same guy. So fuck the two of you. I know I'll get a fucking ride back to Dodge; you two can walk and when you get tired of walkin'...hey, eat each other out to renew your energy."

"Marlene," Kathy cried out, "please don't get mad at us. We didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, Peggy added, "honestly, we didn't want to hurt you. It's just that...."

"You're two frightened virgins," Marlene finished for her.

Both Kathy and Peggy remembered cautioning themselves not to reveal that they'd had sex with Marlene's mother. And that Mrs. Bain had asked them to look out for Marlene around the school.

"Yes, we are frightened," Kathy said quietly. 

"But with your... experience you seem to be more able to handle the situation than we are. I mean, like back there with the van. You were in control of the situation, not them and certainly not us. It was you; so we'll go along with what you think we should do in order to get home."

"All right," Marlene said and she appeared mollified. "I'll try to keep your hymens intact. Just go along with me. Who ever picks us up is going to try something. You just don't find girls hitching on the freeway without figuring they're available for sex of some kind."

And with that the girls ventured onto the freeway and selected a spot from which they could flag a car and allow the vehicle room to stop to pick them up.

The green van pulled to the side of the road only five minutes later. There were two men inside. As the girls approached the van they saw the men were about 30 or so and reasonably good-looking. It made a difference to Kathy and Peggy. Marlene couldn't have cared less. 

As agreed earlier, Marlene acted as spokeswoman.

"Hi, we're headed to LA, East LA actually. Can you give us a ride?"

"Sure the guy on the passenger side said, and the rear door opened for them and the girls clambered aboard.

"Name's Bernie," the driver said looking over his shoulder. "This here is Cable."

The girls introduced themselves and Kathy asked Cable, "Cable, is that a nickname?"

"No," he laughed uneasily, "It's my real name. Where are you girls coming from?"

Peggy blurted out, "We went to a rave and lost our ride."

Marlene kicked her shin, but the words were out.

"It's maybe fifty miles to East LA; I'm wondering can you pay your way?" Bernie asked.

"What do you mean?" Marlene asked in return.

"You know, kinda tit for tat," he laughed.

"Yeah especially the tit part," Cable laughed lewdly. 

"Oh, well," said Marlene, "Maybe we can work something out. But let's cover some miles first huh?"

"As long as we can work 'something' out," Bernie said amiably enough.

"Like what for instance?" Cable persisted.

"What do you have in mind?" Marlene parried.

"Me? Personally I'd love a blowjob."

"That's in the realm of possibility," Marlene said smiling at Cable.

The van was silent for a minute and Kathy clutched Peggy's arm. Both were shaking with fear.

"Don't worry," Marlene whispered to them, "it's all right they're both pussycats."

"You think?" Peggy shivered.

"Sure, I'll handle everything, not to worry."

But Peggy and Kathy continued to worry and grew more fearful when the van exited the freeway some twenty minutes later; pulling into a grove of trees in an isolated area that the girls later learned was a little park across the street from an elementary school.

As she had promised, Marlene was able to control both men. Hopping from the van she ran several yards away and tugged off her skirt.

"Who wants some?" She giggled.

Bernie was the first one to reach her.

"Only one at a time boys, okay?"

"Okay," Bernie grunted as he knelt beside her and with one hand reached under her black top and squeezed her breast.

For the benefit of the girls in the van, she smiled back at them. Bernie wasted no time, spreading her ass cheeks apart and nipping the plump cheek closest to him. Marlene yelped playfully. Moments later, Bernie was pulling his prick out. Cable got out of the van and approached them.

"One at a time, Cable," she said with command in her voice. Cable halted two yards away and tugged his fly open. 

"Bernie?" she cooed as his tongue laved from her ass to her clit.

"Mmmm?"

"That's so nice, why don't we . . ."

She didn't finish because Bernie was compelling her to get down on her hands and knees, which she did, noting with satisfaction that both Kathy and Peggy's faces were pressed against the window of the van watching her. Bernie began eating her, and to her surprise she was quick to explode, sending her juices gushing into his eager mouth.

"Oh, baby!" she exulted. "You made me come so fast, it's unbelievable!"

"Yeah?" He said, not believing it himself.

"C'mere," she cooed and pulled him to her breast.

Cable was jerking himself off, patiently waiting his turn. Bernie latched onto Marlene's nipple and sucked contentedly until Marlene grew weary of his teeth and pulled him off her tit which was glistening with his saliva and knelt in front of him.

"You two guys are lucky I enjoy giving head," she giggled and squatting in front of him, pinned his cock against his belly and gently licked and then sucked each of his balls in turn. Bernie moaned as his cock turned to steel.

"Know what, Bernie?"

"What he groaned as her hand squeezed his cock.

"I want you to fuck me. Then I want Cable to fuck me." She turned her face to Cable, smiled at him and asked, "You don't mind seconds do you big guy?"

"No," he replied after a long pause. From his perspective, this was a dream come true. He hadn't been laid in months and was getting ready to call an escort service when he had the money together.

Marlene was down on her hands and knees, ass high, her cunt gaping out from between her thighs at both men, dark and inviting. Her arousal obvious as it filled the air around them.

Come on, Bernie, put it in me. C'mon, fuck me good." 

He brushed against her and she reached back, found his hardness and centered him on her wet pussy. 

"In ya go, baby!" She cried out as he entered her moist cavern.

Bernie grunted several times as he pushed in and out of her and Marlene grunted back. Bernie couldn't hold off and came almost immediately and fell to the ground next to her before rolling over on his back.

Marlene, still cock hungry fell upon him, enveloping his cock in her mouth and sucking frenziedly on him until his cock protested and he pulled away from her.

"Cable, get your sorry ass over here!" she yelled, and he was at her side in an instant.

"Fuck me!" She yelled.

He entered her from behind, much as Bernie had. Only Cable proved to be a vastly superior lover than Bernie. He consciously altered the angle of each thrust so that his member stroked a different area of her vagina as it sluiced through her intense wetness. Gradually he increased his speed. Within a minute, Marlene was moaning in anticipation of her first orgasm. No one else knew it, but she had been laid by three different guys back at the rave.

Eager to come, Marlene began to slam her ass back at cable as he drove his steely prick deeper into her. Her moans rose in pitch and were clearly heard inside the van by Kathy and Peggy who were both extremely hot from watching their younger friend take on both men.

***

Back inside the van, Kathy felt an urgent need to confess to Peggy.

"Peggy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Ya remember back at the rave when I was behind you on the stairs?"

"Oh yeah, sure. Why?"

"You didn't have your panties on."

Peggy giggled. "No, I was really nasty to do that, wasn't I?"

"You made me so hot then. That's why I blew that guy. Jeez, I can't remember his name now."

"Really, I made you hot? But you've seen me lots of times."

"Not like that. I mean, in public, and on the stairs where anyone could see up your skirt. I wanted to pull you down and eat you right then and there, but I didn't have the nerve."

Peggy giggled again. "And you didn't have any "E" in you either," she pointed out, "That would have been wild, what a delicious scene, just imagine the expression on that guys face . . ."

"True enough, but I've got you here and I want to go down on you so bad...."

"So, you want to lick me?" Peggy asked.

"Yeah...but, let's do each other, okay?"

"That's fine with me," Peggy said with a broad smile as she quickly peeled off her scant clothing. 

Kathy followed suite, and when both were naked they fell into one another's arms, hugging and kissing each other, just teasing the other as they played, but overly conscious of what Marlene was experiencing outside the van. 

Neither girl wanted to do anything that might encourage the two guys to think they were also available for a fuck. But as much as they tried to avoid it a love session between then became inevitable as first Peggy's eyes were drawn to the last undone button on Kathy's blouse. She could see most of one of her friend's breasts; but her attention was riveted to the small pert, conical nipple. 

Peggy moved so that she was to the right and directly in front of Kathy. Her ass was so close, so tempting, Peggy wanted to kiss it and bite it.

She had grown very wet and was all a tingle at her crotch. She looked down Kathy's blouse again and saw her fully exposed breast and moaned longingly. 

Moaning deliriously, Peggy began rubbing her crotch against Kathy's ass.

"Do you like rubbing on me?" Kathy giggled.

Peggy turned her head and gently kissed her. "Mmmm" moaned Peggy, as she rubbed harder.

"What are you doing?" Kathy sighed. "You know what will happen if they find us doing it."

"I don't care, I need you!"

"That's what the guys do, you know? Rub their hard cocks on a girl's ass until they cum in their pants."

"KATHY!" the lithe teen wailed, but continued grinding against Kathy's rear as she reached around Kathy and fondled the elusive breast she had peeked at earlier. 

"Oh, Peggy, you're too much!"

"Sorry," Peggy sobbed, but rubbing faster.

"Is that what you're going to do, Peggy? Do you want to come on my ass like those guys do?"

Peggy merely groaned, as often as they had made love in the past, she had never been this hot before. Perhaps it was the 'E', perhaps the entire night and what was going on outside the van, whatever it was Peggy wanted Kathy and wanted her badly.

"Liking my tit are you? Wanna play with it? So how 'bout sucking it a little?"

Kathy was teasing Peggy unmercifully now. Peggy appeared to be thriving on the teasing.

Then Kathy caught Peggy off guard and kissed her, ramming her tongue down Peggy's throat. That did it the sensuous tonguing caused Peggy to cum and since she wore no panties, she soaked Kathy's dress with her discharge. 

"Oh, Christ, I'm soaked," Kathy cried out.

"I'm sorry," Peggy sobbed still coming and using her fingers to intercede between her fluids and Kathy's clothing. 

Then Kathy was laughing. "So my ass made you cum did it? Jeez, just look at you!"

"Well now you've got me so hot I don't care what those guys think." She pulled Peggy closer and kissed her again. They made out quietly for a minute and then Kathy quietly sighed and said, "Peg, please, put your hand up my skirt," and kissed her once more.

Peggy's hand sought it's way to Kathy's steaming pussy, and as they kissed, Kathy held her hand, guiding it under her panties directly to her cunt rubbing back and forth against it and moaning from the intense pleasure sweeping over her.

"Play with me, baby! Play with my pussy!" Kathy cried.

Peggy was using two fingers to rub against Kathy's clit.

"Ummm, that's good! I need it bad baby, I need you so much!"

They kissed again and Peggy renewed her arousal, groaning as Kathy's fingers found and entered her sopping pussy as she hunched up and down against it.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Peggy moaned, then gasped and said, "Baby, I adore your cunt and that little clittie."

"I love you too baby," Kathy cooed, "especially your pussy. See how wet it is? I could fist you right now you're so wet." 

"Tell me how this feels," Peggy gasped, taking Kathy's clit between her thumb and finger, and pinching it lightly several times. As Kathy loudly groaned, Peggy's middle finger rubbed against her moistened slit and then slid inside as Kathy ground her pussy hard against Peggy's hand.

Kathy didn't forget her friend either, sticking two fingers into Peggy's snatch and fucking her with them.

"Oh, Christ . . . I'm coming Peg!"

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Peggy sobbed, "I can't hold it. I can't believe.... I'M COMING!"

They renewed their kissing and held each other tightly as they finished their mutual climaxes. Moments later, both girls were panting but far from finished with one another.

Kathy wet two fingers in Peggy's sopping wet cunt and sent them up her ass. Peggy's body shook with the thrill it provided and then moaned loudly as she felt Kathy's tongue lapping at her pussy.

She reciprocated as Kathy expected her too, sucking on her friends labia and eventually driving her finger into Kathy's rectum as well. As the heat smoldered between them, they rolled over, causing the van to move from side to side and this was noted by Bernie, who moved to the van and looked inside.

After quenching their initial thirst for the taste of one another they began anew with Peggy looking up at Kathy before they kissed, lightly, teasingly at first, then Peggy introduced her tongue; running it along Kathy's lips, which she had sealed to tease her dear friend. Unable to torment Peggy any longer Kathy quickly opened her hungry mouth, and Peggy's tongue roared inside to explore her. Kathy brought her hand up onto Peggy's breasts, massaging them and marveling once again at their youthful firmness.




The Rave



When the kiss ended, Kathy pushed Peggy's legs apart, looking directly now at her vagina. Even in the semi-darkness she could see her pussy lips widely parted, and her clitoris almost hanging out of her. Both girls were highly excited from watching Marlene handling the men outside the van. But having made love to each other many times before they didn't rush things, instead they took their time, teasing one another. Peggy ran her hand into Kathy's blonde hair and encountered the starchy firmness that was the residue of Johnny's semen from earlier in the evening.

"What the hell?" Peggy blurted.

"What's wrong?" Kathy asked.

"That guy . . . what's his name, from the rave. You know the guy you went down on?"

It took Kathy a minute but finally she recalled his face and then his name. "Johnny?"

"Yeah, him... it looks like he... Kathy, he came in your hair."

"No!"

Peggy licked her hand. "I'm pretty sure that's what it is Kathy."

Kathy's hand went to her hair and felt the starch-like substance, tasted it and frowned. "I don't know, I mean I've never tasted the shit before."

"Me neither," Peggy replied.

"Well I know he came," Kathy said.

"I'm wrong," Peggy sighed.

"What? How are you wrong? What is it?'

"No, I mean I have tasted it before. Remember? I had him in my mouth... I tasted it then, but he must have come in your hair before that. Christ! I remember! It must have been when you were coming."

"I remember that!" Kathy grinned at her friend.

"Yeah, 'cause after you came, or while you were coming, I stopped munching on you and found Johnny's cock, it was not all that hard and he sure didn't come in my mouth, but . . ." she touched Kathy's hair again and put the finger into her mouth. "It's his come, baby. He came in your hair."

"I can't wash it out here!" Kathy cried, trying to avoid panicking.

"Hey," Peggy offered, "even we didn't notice it until now, it's really late and . . . "

Peggy glanced at her watch. "Jesus1 It's almost four in the morning!"

"I know," Kathy said. "We'll have to sneak in our houses."

"No, that won't work. We'll all go to my house and say we had a sleep over."

"Yeah, that might work. If we're caught we'll be grounded forever, though."

"So, we don't get caught," Peggy said and the girls hugged each other and after a renewed series of kisses, Kathy pushed Peggy down and said, "Give me your hands." 

Peggy offered her hand up and Kathy placed them on her stiffened nipples. Almost instantly, Peggy began to squeeze and pull on them, exalting in the power she had in causing them to expand in size.

Sucking in her breath, Peggy exclaimed, "Ewe, Kathy, I just love your nipples."

"Oh, yeah," Kathy moaned, "Go on, baby, play with 'em. Pinch 'em for me. God yes, play with 'em!"

"See how hard they are?"

"Yes! Yes! Now suck 'em, bite them too!" 

Peggy obliged and soon Kathy was moaning loudly, "Oh, God. I'm going to come. I can't help it! Oh! Oh!"

And then inexplicably in the midst of her orgasm, she cried, "Oh, Peggy, your ass is so nice. Oh, God I can't stop coming!"

***

Meanwhile outside the van, Marlene began to grunt from the strong and varied pistoning of Cable's cock. They started out as short and staccato-like grunts, but as Cable pounded in and in relentlessly the her grunts lengthened and she began to cry out between grunts, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it, that's it! Fuck me fuck me fuck me with that wonderful cock!"

Cable slowed down considerably, resorting to long, slow strokes, although he continued to vary the angle each time knowing this would bring her intense pleasure and a huge climax. She would be his forever after this fuck. It had happened to him before and would no doubt happen again, but this girl, this young girl was special in his eyes and he wanted nothing more than to give her the greatest orgasm of her life.

Now that he had slowed down he was able to push the tip of his finger past the iron ring of her rectum and as soon as he had Marlene screamed loudly, "Jesus! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Did I hurt you?" 

"No! It feels great! Do some more!"

He urged his finger deeper into her shitter and at the same time slightly increased his tempo.

"Oh, God Yes!" She screamed, "I'm gonna come!"

"Yeah, baby, come for me now, come big time for your daddy!"

"Finger my ass!"

"Yes, baby!"

"Fill my cunt!"

The sweat was flying from his head and upper torso as his hips rose and fell upon her grinding pelvis.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm coming, I'm coming!" 

And as her orgasm arrived, she tossed and turned in unparalleled excitement, nearly throwing his off her churning body. Now Cable was spewing his seed into her and that set off yet another tidal wave of orgasmic thrills within Marlene's body that lasted for about twenty minutes.

Cable's semen was everywhere: in her bush, on her belly and breasts and all over his mid-section, matting his pubic hairs. Since she continued to come, he did the best he could and held her tightly in his arms until her spasmodic climax relented.

***

Kathy, still enjoying the last echoes of a very nice climax, contented herself by gradually moving her left hand along Peggy's inner thigh and beyond, to her plump ass.

Peggy issued a soft moan. 

***

Bernie having watched Cable thoroughly fuck Marlene had made his way to the van and had his nose pressed against the window looking on as they continued their lovemaking. He had never seen two women make love and was riveted to the spot. He was pleasantly surprised to find himself fully erect and began to stroke himself, every once in a while turning back to glance at Cable and Marlene who were still holding one another behind him.

Using a feather light touch, Kathy began massaging Peggy's pubic mound. Peggy sighed and kissed Kathy's shoulder. Kathy's fingers pushed gently inside Peggy's pussy exploring deeper and deeper as Peggy strove to keep from shuddering from the intensely pleasurable sensations the fingers brought to her. 

"Jesus Kathy, I love you so much."

"I love you too, Peggy. I love you too."

"Do you think they're gonna fuck us, Kathy?"

"I hope not. Marlene seems to have them under control."

"Yeah, she's something else ain't she?"

"Yeah, now turn around for me."

"Okay," Peggy whispered and complied. Kathy urged her forward just a little and then ran her hands over Peggy's firm hind quarters, slowly roving between the muscular valley and into the gorge that led to Peggy's anus.

Peggy giggled. "If they see us doing this, were goners, for sure."

"They won't see us; Marlene's making sure of that. My God did you see how easily she accepted his cock?"

"Yeah, it was sure horny, wasn't it?"

"Mmmm yeah, now open your legs just a bit more."

Peggy did as asked and was rewarded by the sensuous feel of Kathy's fingers gliding softly over her skin until they pressed against her puckered brown hole.

"You're not going to . . ." 

"Oh but I am." Kathy whispered and sent her tongue out to push against the brown tissues that were now pulsating with pleasure. Adding yet more pressure, she felt Peggy's rectal muscles relax ever so slightly inviting her to continue.

"Oh, Kathy... I love that!"

"I know," Kathy murmured and using her middle finger, sent it into Peggy's moistened anus.

"Oh! That's... wonderful!" Peggy sighed in sheer bliss.

Kathy's other hand drifted down between Peggy's legs, rubbing her pubic hair and clitoris in a circular motion. And after a minute or so, Peggy's body began to tremble perceptibly.

"Ahhh, you sweet, sweet thing," Peggy sighed and then suddenly she began to sob. "Oh, here it comes! Here it comes! Oh, baby! Oh, my baby!"

"Cum for me Peggy, that's my girl, cum for me!" Kathy whispered in her ear.

Peggy definitely obliged and came and came and came.

***

Bernie turned from the window and ran back to Marlene and Cable.

"Jesus, Cab, I gotta fuck her. I mean I gotta fuck her now!"

"Marlene"" Cable said, shaking her by the shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Are you ready for another fucking?" He asked with concern.

Her hand went to his face and caressed it. "I'm always ready for you honey," she murmured.

"Umm, it's not me. Not just yet. But Bernie here . . . he wants another go with you. That is if you're all right with it."

She smiled and stretched her arms out. Then she yawned. "Oh, hi Bernie, you want some lovin' do ya?"

"Umm, yeah," He was holding his stiffy in his hand, not really sure what to do with it.

"C'mere with that thing, I know where it wants to go." She took him in hand and fairly dragged him down on top of her.

As soon as Marlene felt Bernie's steamy breath on her neck she came alive again, yearning once more for cock, any cock as long as it was hard. 

"Jesus!" Bernie gasped as he sank into her hot wetness, "Your cunt fits my cock so perfectly."

"You wish," she said and began to giggle.

Cable had to laugh himself as he watched his friend start to fuck Marlene.

Bernie felt her cuntal muscles churning and clutching at him, but was unable to articulate his feelings. All he was capable of was plunging his turgid cock in and out of her sodden pussy as hard and as fast as he was able. 

Perhaps two minutes into his fucking, Bernie felt himself preparing to come. "Can I . . . can I put it in your mouth?" He pleaded.

"Gonna come?" Marlene asked, even as his cock pushed her cheek out.

"Yeah, pretty soon . . ."

"Okay," she replied and he rolled off and knelt by her face. Leaning on an elbow, Marlene began to suck on him and from the pulsating of his prick she knew he wouldn't last long. 

"Oh God, I'm going to come! Please don't stop, this feels like heaven!" 

Marlene took more of his cock into mouth and as the jets of semen started splattering into her throat she pulled him from her mouth and jerked him to his finish, not caring that he was spewing his load directly into her face, for her ears were filled with his hoarse grunts and she revived her earlier orgasm and came once again.

***

"You like my pussy, don't you?" Kathy asked hoarsely. "You want to lick it and suck it, don't you?"

"Mmmm," Peggy replied and mashed her lips against Kathy's tangy wetness; felt the slippery membranes rubbing over her mouth; felt the tiny clitoris pushing against her nose and moaned with longing.

"Eat me!" Kathy screamed. "Eat me!"

***

The others approached the van. Bernie gesturing wildly as he tried to describe what he had witnessed going on inside. That was enough to clue Marlene in and give her an opportunity to figure out how to prevent the two guys from raping her friends.

Cable yanked the van door open and they all saw Peggy going down on Kathy, whose legs were akimbo as her hands kneaded her breasts.

Making a loud sucking sound, Peggy wrested her face away from Kathy's cunt to look up at the three standing there watching her.

"I . . . I love her and she loves me," she said softly.

"C'mon guys," Marlene said, urging Cable and Bernie into the van. "They don't mind if we watch, but no touching. If you get hard again, I'll be happy to blow ya, both of ya."

Kathy was oblivious to their arrival. "Yes, that's it," Kathy screeched, a finger strumming her stiffened clit as Peggy resumed licking and sucking on her genitals. 

Kathy's free hand was entwined in Peggy's hair as she urged her friend on. "Eat me, baby! C'mon, lick my pussy raw."

Peggy raised her head and nodded at the three spectators and then disengaged herself from Kathy's clutches and climbed over Kathy's body; her lovely breasts dangled and jiggled, as she dragged her nipples over Kathy's in an excruciatingly slow movement that caused Cable to become rock hard again. 

Resting for a moment, Peggy drew several small circles around Kathy's aureole without touching the nipples themselves. 

Kathy, highly stimulated, moaned, "Suck 'em! Bite them! Use them! Abuse them!"

Instead Peggy leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. Kathy opened her mouth and let Peggy's tongue slip inside, greeting it with a hunger that would not be denied; eagerly her large breasts dangled downward, the nipples sliding over Marlene's smaller orbs sucking greedily on her tongue.

***

"Christ I gotta fuck her!" Cable roared.

"No! C'mere," Marlene yelled and grabbed his erection, pushed him down alongside the two girls and mounted him, and slipping his turgid prick into her come filled snatch, began to ride him much as she would have ridden a horse. 

Cable seized her breasts and kneaded them roughly and this struck some nerve deep within Marlene, igniting her passions once again. Now, instead of just fucking him as a diversion, she was fucking him seriously, already feeling the beginnings of yet another orgasm off in the distance.

***

Kathy's hands were gliding over Peggy's lithe form, reveling in the silky feel of her soft feminine skin. Peggy, also highly aroused, pulled her tightly against her grinding her pubis into Kathy's. Both groaned and twisted this way and that, and Peggy started licking her way toward Kathy's cunt.

Kathy was startled to discover Marlene astride Cable right next to her, but as absorbed as she was with the pleasures of Peggy's mouth and tongue decided to ignore them and opened her legs as wide as she could under the circumstances. 

Peggy, on top for the moment, immediately used her thumbs to open the coral colored clam between Kathy's legs; and looking on, Bernie's eyes bulged out at the sight. 

Peggy giggled, feeling silly with the exhibition she knew they were providing the others, but still nipped Kathy's labia playfully and then screamed with joy as she felt Kathy's hot, wet tongue and full lips slither inside her pussy.

***

Cable's ample cock slipped out from Marlene's clutching cunt. They both moaned despairingly at the loss. Cable frantically grabbed his throbbing member and squeezed himself back into Marlene's cunt once again. 

She was into it now, lost in a tidal wave of lust and desire, moaning and lifting her head to glance around the van; tears of happiness welled up in her eyes as she spotted her friends going at it and Bernie striving to urge his flaccid prick into a more rigid state. 

I'll be fucking him next, she thought, and then bit her lip in joy as Cable's cock pronged her into another state of sheer bliss.

Moments later, they changed positions with Cable mounting her, his fingertips gouging dark red marks into her flanks as he drove his shaft deeper and deeper into her.

And through half-lidded eyes, Marlene gazed in awe at his powerful ass flexed piston-like back and forth, driving him into her at a dizzying speed. 

"Oh fuck yeah!" She gasped so loudly she caused Kathy to wrest her face away from Peggy's delicious pussy for a moment.

"Ohhhh!" Peggy cried at the loss of Kathy's hot, devilish tongue.

"Oh my God, Cable . . . that's so good!" Marlene sobbed as her climax roared nearer.

"Come on, lover man, shove it in!"

"YEAH!  DEEPER!"

Her body rocked forward as he pummeled her with his steel hard cock. Cable stopped for a second needing to fill his lungs with air. Then, his thighs pressed tightly to hers, his testicles rubbing lightly against her ass, he slowed his pace almost coming to a halt.

Marlene moaned loudly, not at the sudden lack of fast friction along her loins, but at the slow, maddeningly tantalizing new sensations this slow stroking wrought upon her senses.

Added to this was the fact that now Cable was able to use his hands on her, sliding them over her body, squeezing her succulent tits, kissing them and sucking upon her pebbled nipples, each one in turn causing her to moan as it was left for the other.

"C'mon, come for me you little whore!" He called out as he plunged his prick in to the hilt and she grunted from the force of it. 

She moaned loudly, partly from his slow fucking, partly from his incendiary words. "He'd called her a whore!" she told herself, and she agreed with him. The fact was that she was proud to hear him call her a whore. She loved to fuck, but had never been sure if she were a slut or a whore, because to her way of thinking whores took money for their services, whereas she did it for the pure unadulterated joy of fucking.

Marlene glanced downward and swayed and writhed erotically against him as she saw his glistening cock emerge and then sink back into her frothy cunt. They fucked slowly and unhurriedly, as lovers often do, with no visible anxiety about time or being watched by the others.

"I've gotta ask you, baby . . ."

"What?" She hissed as his cock glanced off her "G" spot.

"How long have you been screwing? You're terrific at it. It must have been a while now and you're kinda young."

"Fuck kinda question is that, you ask a girl?" She gasped thickly. Still, as she uttered the words her body lurched under him.

"I dunno," he said, "So c'mon, tell me, I wanna know."

"You prick! Just like all the others," she shouted and tried to disengage herself from his embrace, but couldn't. He'd expected it and made sure he had her trapped and for good measure wriggled his cock back and forth using different angles each time, managing to igniter yet another flame of passion within her.

"No, I really want to know!" He insisted.

"Maybe later," she whined. "Not now." 

"Yes, now" he demanded as he held her by the waist, keeping her pinned. Cable noticed that she made no attempt to break free, just kept rocking her pelvis back and forth maintaining the slimy friction of his snake as it glided along the walls of her cunt.

"All right! All right!" She groaned. "Maybe three months ago I let some guys fuck me and I liked it and have been doing it as often as possible ever since. I've been gang banged and fucked everywhere. You name it, I've probably done it. Young guys, old guys, guys like you and Bernie and a few women along the way. I love to fuck; now get me off and then get off of me!" 

Finished with her tirade, Marlene began to cry, but still continued rocking her body into his, not willing or able to break contact with his wonderful cock. After a time he had her get on her hands and knees and entered her from behind.

She whimpered softly at the loss of his precious cock and then as she felt his warmth surge into her once again began writhing in unmistaken pleasure under him, her body lurching and rocking back and forth as she knelt on her forearms and knees. Slowly, Cable increased his tempo. His thrusts were shorter, but that matter naught to Marlene as she gasped and lunged back at his quivering shaft.

"Ohhh, fuck yeah!" She wailed thinly as her orgasm hit home.

"Take it! Take it you whore!" he gasped, moving now at a furious speed. Bernie, Peggy and Kathy all looked on amazed at the speed Cable was generating as his prick pummeled Marlene's cunt.

Her breasts shook violently as his hips swung powerfully back and forth, up and down, like a trip-hammer at full blast, driving his rampant cock deeply in and out of her flesh.

Suddenly he stopped and withdrew his glistening prick from her and beckoned to Bernie.

"Take over. She's coming but I want you to fuck her silly, can you do it?'

"I sure as hell will try," Bernie said, already affixing his hardon to Marlene's sodden opening.

Marlene watched aghast, but said nothing. Her mind wasn't working at all at the moment, but her facial expression was one of bewilderment. Still she was able to slip her hand along his shaft, and as he entered her, lightly run her fingertips along his balls as he sank into depths and began fucking her in a serious vent. Her belly rippled as another climax quickly arrived, causing her to grimace in pleasure.

***

Peggy and Kathy had long before turned back to one another, choosing to ignore the couple fucking beside them. They didn't notice the changing of the guard when Cable switched with Bernie, nor would they have cared if they had. They were deeply engrossed in each other.




The Rave



Kathy drove her tongue inside Peggy's frothy labia, slurping and sucking at her, reveling in the feel of her legs clenched around her back. She elicited a soft shriek from Peggy by biting on her pussy lips between her teeth; and followed up by running her pointed tongue between the cheeks of her ass to her anus, and then licking it.

Peggy was certainly an enthusiastic recipient to Kathy's actions. Her hips bucked into Kathy's face and her clitoris swelled until it was nearly the size of her stiffened nipples. Peggy's longing fingers reached down and began fondling Kathy's tits and her almost painfully throbbing nipples.

Then Kathy went after her clit, stabbing at it with her tongue until Peggy began begging her for "More, more, more."

At which point she took the swollen nubbin between her lips and started to suck on it. Peggy went wild, slamming her hips and pelvis into Kathy's cum covered face. Peggy continued moaning and whining as Kathy attacked her clit, adding and subtracting various levels of pressure and then ramming two fingers into her already flowing cunt.

Wresting her face away from Peggy's clit for a moment, Kathy called out, "Can you smell that pussy now?"

Peggy moaned again.

Cable hoarsely responded, "Jesus, I sure can," and began stroking his cock anxious to fuck someone, anyone once more.

Marlene heard it too, and reacted courageously even though she was in a sexual stupor.

"C'mere Cable," she croaked as Bernie slammed his cock into her, and directed his cock between her lips saving Kathy and Peggy's virginity for another to take at a later time. 

"Ohhhh," Peggy moaned again and then wanting to reciprocate, squirmed around so that she had better access to Kathy's cunt; and then almost desperate to place her mouth on the cunt before her, groaned again. A second later her tongue was sliding softly, slowly between Kathy's thickly swollen lips, not halting until she too had a rapidly pulsating clitoris between her lips.

But Kathy continued her onslaught upon Peggy's twat and soon Peggy completely succumbed to Kathy's dominant sexual play and passively lay back to allow Kathy to do with her as she wanted.

Kathy was on a Sappho-like rampage, creating a virtual litany of lust causing Peggy to focus on nothing but the long tongue now pressing deep into her pussy. Moaning contentedly, she wrapped her thighs around Kathy's ears and pressed them hard against her.

Unlike their previous liaisons together, this time for reasons even Kathy couldn't fathom, she deliberately slowed down and thereby prolonged Peggy's climb to an orgasm.

Time after time Peggy thought she was coming, but Kathy's technique prevented the exquisite release she sought. Peggy started to thrash as the need for release grew and grew. Her arms slammed down on the hard flooring of the van as the uncontrolled fury and passion between her thighs drove her insane.

"I gotta . . . I gotta cum!" She slammed the floor once again.

Kathy sucked her clit between her lips and then released it, hovering scant inches away, waiting for Peggy's reaction.

"Let me cum, damn you!"

Kathy's tongue flickered over the exposed, gaping labia in front of her and into Peggy's cunt.

"Shit! Fuck! Make me cum damn you!"

The van shook with the fury of her arousal.

"PLEASE!" 

She was reduced to begging and apparently this was what Kathy was waiting for.

Closing her lips tightly over Peggy's tormented clitoris, she began sucking it as if it were a cock. Suddenly Peggy went rigid and a moment later the release swept over her as white heat poured from her pulsating pussy and into Kathy's face.

Peggy was trembling, shaking and crying. Her breath, what there was of it, came in short gasps.

A minute or so later as the impact of her climax began to subside, Kathy did it again, sucking hard on Peggy's clit and to Peggy's surprise another orgasm followed, even stronger than the first.

Kathy raised her mouth from Peggy's quivering quim, her face dripping wet, a satisfied smile upon it. "Did you like that?" she asked sweetly.

But Peggy had passed out in the middle of a wild groan that ended with a soft hiss of air. Her body continued to quiver and shake as her volatile climax continued even though she was now unaware of events around her.

Kathy held her close and stroked her back and arms. Kathy, who was already satiated from Peggy's earlier tender ministrations to her pussy smiled tenderly and cradled Peggy's head in the crook of her arm. And as Peggy dozed, Kathy's attention turned back to Marlene and the two men fucking her.

***

Bernie caressed Marlene's back in a gentle fashion, his hands gliding up and down her smooth flesh, moving around to fondle her breasts. She hissed softly as he squeezed the swollen mounds in his hands and pinched her rigid nipples. She cupped and squeezed his balls gently in return. Cable held his turgid prick to her lips waiting for her to take him in her mouth again.

"Shit, that feels so good, Bernie," she murmured and distaining Cable's cock for a moment, kissed Bernie, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth.

Cable waited patiently, glancing over at Kathy and Peggy, hoping one of them would signal him that they were willing to participate with him. He realized that the darker haired girl seemed to be sleeping and concentrated his attention upon the blonde. But while she held his eye for a moment, she didn't send any sort of message that she wanted his cock. Cable concluded that she was a lesbian and only a lesbian. He knew, at least he had heard, that some girls were bi-sexual, but evidently this one was not.

Then Marlene's kiss broke off and she reached for him and placed him back in her hot, little mouth, sucking voraciously on the head of his cock and sending shivers of delight through Cable's body. He forgot all about Kathy.

Marlene's hips began to move, gyrating in tight, erotic circles on Bernie's erection. She groaned and her back arched slowly, milking Bernie's cock with her pussy as she did the same to Cable with her mouth.

"Nothing like two at a time," she though as a mild climax took hold, causing her to go still while its current swept over her.

And then, ever so slowly, she began to rock up and down on Bernie's cock, sliding her cunt up and down the length of it. Her belly rippled inward and she hissed with pleasure from the wonderful sensations his prick was causing as it slither against her vaginal walls.

Hearing Cable groan and then feeling him swell within her mouth, she began sucking with a new intensity and he exploded a meager load into the deep recesses of her throat. She blew him until certain he was fully sated and then gently removed his flaccid member and returned her full attention to the surprisingly limber Bernie.

"You're a great lay, baby," she whispered into his ear before licking it with her molten tongue and leaving a slight residue of Cable's sperm to mingle with the wax already there.

"You're pretty good yourself, kiddo," he replied and she knew he meant it. 

Bernie was hoping they might get together again and quietly asked her if she'd give him her number.

"Sure," she smiled and then paused in her fucking, leaving his cock half in and half out of her dripping cunt. 

"What's wrong?" Bernie asked.

"Nothing," she said and began giggling.

"Watch this," she said after her giggles had passed. And clamping her buttocks tight, squeezing his prick with her cunt, causing him to gasp with pleasure.

"Oh, yeah!" He groaned. "Wanna fuck, do ya?" He said and promptly rammed himself deeply into her to Marlene's delight.

"Oh, fuck yes! Oh, God yes!" she cried. "Come on! Come on, do me! She yelled her face flushed with lust, and mouth hanging open as she panted like a dog in heat.

Cable sat alongside them, watching but finished for the night as a participant. He marveled at the sight of Marlene's tits flouncing and bouncing as she straddled Bernie's cock fucking in wild abandon.

'That girl sure loves to fuck,' he told himself. 

Gasping and crying out lewdly, Marlene moved faster and faster, her ass caroming off his thighs. She reached behind her and squeezed his balls excitedly for a moment then spreading her fingers apart, placed her palm at the top of her mons and applied pressure which added to her joyous sensations. Seeking even more intense gratification, Marlene's fingers began to caress her clit vigorously, while Bernie nearing his own climax began to lift her up and down on his cock, driving it into her as a seemingly impossible pace. 

Hissing his pleasure, Bernie began to come, and jerked her body down savagely onto his prick, compelling her to cry out in a combination of pain and pleasure.

She was coming too. Her head thrown back, eyes shut and moaning loudly. They finished fucking by remaining almost still on one another. Bernie's prick jerking sporadically as it emptied it's fluids into her; Marlene's cunt clutching him, squeezing the last of his seed from his fast shrinking member. 

Finally and with great reluctance, she rolled away from him and lay on the carpeted flooring of the van, panting and staring vacant-eyed at the ceiling.

Perhaps five minutes passed and then Kathy spoke. "Maybe we should be getting on home now, ya think?"

Bernie grumbled something in audile.

Cable spoke more clearly. "Yeah, you're right kiddo. Let's get the show on the road. And he got up and moved behind the wheel started the engine and they were moving to Los Angeles again.

As they reached Kathy's home the guys asked that the girls take their numbers. They realized that being so much older it wouldn't do to be calling the girls at home. And they did want to see them again, especially Marlene. The girls did promise to call; at least Marlene did, the others just nodded while anxiously looking around to see if anyone had noticed their 5:30 AM arrival.

The guys drove off and the three girls huddled at Kathy's front door.

"Peggy," Kathy said, "you can stay, we'll say it was an overnighter. Marlene, you're welcome to stay, but I think your folks won't buy it. You might be better off sneaking in."

"Yeah," she said. "They never get up until 7 – 7:30 and I left my bedroom window open, so I can probably get in without them knowing I was gone. Shit, that's how I snuck out. I just hope no one checked on me while I was gone."

"Good luck," Peggy and Kathy said together, and Marlene trotted off. Peggy and Kathy went inside and crashed in Kathy's bedroom.

They were awakened around eleven when Dutch and Rosa came home. Kathy greeted them and said that Peggy had joined her for a sleepover and asked how the party had gone.

"It was a good one," Rosa responded. It might have lasted a little too late in the evening for me."

"We slept over anyway. They have plenty room in their big house, more than enough room to go 'round," Dutch added with a yawn. "If its okay with you kids I'm going to grab another hour or so of sleep."

Rosa pouted for a moment then smiled. "Sure go ahead, honey, but I'm a working girl and I've got to change and get to the office."

"I hope it's worth it," he said. "Perhaps you'll sell a couple of homes today," he said already looking over his shoulder as he headed into the bedroom.

The two teens looked at each other. Kathy said, "Mom, I'm going to run Peggy home. I won't be long.

Rosa smiled at the girls and said, "That's all right, he's going to sleep for a few hours and I'll be at work. Take as long as you want. I'll see you all for dinner. Oh, and Peggy, tell your Mom I said hello, will you?"

"I sure will and thank you for the sleepover."

"Go on get out of here, you two," Rosa said and laughed.



The Raven



She was tall and slim. Her long black silky hair was piled on top of her head, with wisps hanging down, framing her face. Her face was thin, high cheekbones, smooth and silky features. Dark eyes, and a dark red lipstick. She danced on the stage with the grace of a cat, slinking back and forth, teasing the customers on both sides of the runway. She would stop and stare each one right in the eye, then perform for him alone as he folded the dollar and she captured it between her breasts, then move to the next guy.

Sometimes she would lie on the floor in the middle, sometimes crawling sensuously, sometimes on her back with legs spread. By the time her second song started, she was totally nude, wearing only the high heels required by management. When the song finished she got a hearty round of applause from everyone in the place, with whistles and catcalls.

I sat in a cozy overstuffed chair near the back, waiting. Soon she came out the stage door, and worked her way around the room toward me. She called herself RAVEN, and the stage name fit her to a T. She looked captivating as she walked through the room, swinging her hips, smiling at all the customers. She wore only a thin silky black cape and her G string.

She sat at the table with me, and asked if I liked her performance. I told her she did a wonderful job, that she had mesmerized the entire male population of the room. She smiled and thanked me for the compliment, then asked if I would like a personal table dance. I said "sure, right now?" and she said "of course!" with a coy smile.

I turned my chair to face the back of the room. The tables nearby were almost all empty, the only guys were a few tables away, and were looking the other way toward the stage. No one could see around my chair and the table. I sat back and spread my legs. Raven stepped between my feet and began to strip off what little she had on. Her breasts were large and firm with large brown areolas and nipples that were hard, about a half inch long. Perfectly proportioned. Her belly was long and slender, rippled with muscle tone, tapering down to her shaved vee. Her legs, ahhhh, those legs! Her legs were firm and slim, and so very deliciously long, going all the way from her toes up to heaven.

She began her performance, dancing to the music, swaying seductively, dipping and turning. I told her that she was killing me, ooing and ahhhing, and she faced me, dropping to her knees. She smiled as she said "well lets see what we can do about that." "You got an extra twenty bucks?" She asked, reaching to unsnap my jeans. She found the zipper, and pulled it down. With one fluid motion, she reached inside and found my cock with her silky smooth fingers, pulling it out into the cool air. I reached over and laid two twenties on the table. She continued to sway, as if dancing, as her lips surrounded the tip of my cock. No one in the room could see that my cock was out, it appeared that she was just rubbing against me, as the girls usually do during a table dance.

My cock grew rapidly, as her lips sucked it inside her warm wet mouth, her tongue flicking around the bottom, teasing the head, circling it as she sucked it in. I very quickly reached full hardness. She stood, turning her back to me, dancing and swaying as if nothing unusual were happening. She lowered her ass to my crotch, still swaying, still appearing to be dancing, and reached between her legs to guide my cock to her waiting pussy as she lowered herself to me.

I felt my cock spread her pussy lips as she lowered herself onto me, impaling her hot wet pussy with my hard cock. She began a slow up and down movement, in time with the music, sliding my cock full length into her heat and then out till the tip was just inside her lips.

I looked up at her long slim back in front of me, tapering down to her slim waist, then flaring out to her perfectly formed hips and ass. Her asshole was right in front of me, and just below, I saw my cock glisten with her wetness as it slid in and out of her hot pussy.

She bent over, hands on her ankles, with her ass still in my crotch, her pussy still impaled on my cock. She swayed from side to side, as she moved her pussy back and forth on my cock.

It was all I could do to keep my hands off of her. I knew the bouncers were watching for any form of touching on the part of the customers, and if they would happen to glance over and see my hands on her ass they would quickly come over to investigate. Her warm ass was buried firmly against my crotch, with only one part of me touching her... my cock inside her pussy! My arms remained glued to the chair arms.

She pulled away and stood facing me, placing one foot on the arm of the chair, opening her pussy in front of my face. I could see the telltale wetness surrounding her pussy, almost dripping out of her. The song continued, and she swayed and bounced seductively, moving her pussy lower and lower toward my hard cock. 

In an unusual move, she grabbed the back of the chair, and put both feet in the chair beside me, leaving her ass hanging in the air over my cock as she straddled me. She appeared to be dancing as she lowered her pussy onto me. My cock slid easily inside her, filling her as she fucked herself with it.

After a few strokes, she threw her head back and shook all over as her orgasm gripped her. She made it look like part of her dance, timing her movements with the music. My body went rigid as my cock spasmed inside her, quietly squirting my hot cum inside her as my hands tightly gripped the arms of the chair, trying not to draw attention to us.

She moved her feet to the floor, slowly extricating my cock from her hot pussy, still appearing to be dancing as she swayed and gyrated. She again went to her knees, rubbing her breasts against me, then covered my cock with her lips as she sucked me dry, cleaning my cock with her lips. She gently tucked it back inside my pants, and pulled the zipper up, fastening my jeans before standing up. She gave a quick glance around the room to make sure our little indiscretion had not been discovered, then sat down in the chair next to me again. She spread her thighs, and used some napkins from the table to wipe the excess cum from her pussy, cleaning herself up as best she could under the circumstances.

As she cleaned herself, she said "thanks! You don't know how much I needed that, after that performance onstage - I was so horny I could have screamed!" 

She smiled, and asked, "Why don't you meet me at my apartment after work? Maybe we can find something interesting to do," as she pulled her g-string back up, and wrapped her cape around herself.

"Ok, hon," I replied, "I'll have a hot bath ready for you when you get home." I slipped my jacket on and gave my wife a hug before I left to head back to our apartment.



The Raven



"You have a great voice" she said with a smile. Stark smiled back a little taken aback. He took his coffee off the counter. 

"Thankyou...uh, you don't have a name tag on"

She was something. He could tell she was a "knockout" even though she wore flannels and a smock that was coffee stained and had ice cream drips down the front from making too many smoothies on a hot day. She stood nearly as tall as Stark, with heels on she would tower over him easily. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back in a pony tail, but he noticed right off her arched eyebrows. Gave her a look of a predator.

"My name is Tiffany" she said and extended her hand over the counter.

"I'm Charles...no, wait Chuck..." he was stammering, and Tiffany's smile faded. He looked down, took a quick puff of breath, and looked up again. "Call me Stark, I actually answer to that, the other names, official as they are, cause me to stutter" she laughed kindly as he shook her hand, but her smile was back again. The feel of her hand was strong, but soft. Stark was smitten early. He wanted to stay and talk, but her attention was already on the person next in line, who was ordering something with a double shot decaf and a twist of lemon. 

"I'll see you tomorrow" he said to her after he paid. 

"Good" she said. He stuffed a dollar in the tip cup and off he went into the quickly heating day. While he sat at work, his mind kept drifting back. The eyes, the smile...the easy compliment she gave. Great voice, he thought...she'll have to hear more of it.

The next morning Stark walked into the coffee pub again, and there she was with her back to the door. He walked up to the front counter, and someone else...someone nice, but someone else, asked for his order. "I was hoping to talk with Tiffany" He said. The girl looked a little flustered, as if she might have done something wrong. Tiffany, her back still to him, popped her head up from what she was doing. "Well, it's Call me Stark" she said without turning. Stark's cheeks heated, but he weathered it without turning too red. 

Tiffany turned and faced him, smile intact, but composed, planned. 

"I'm sure Cynthia can take your order quite well, besides, you don't get waited on by the owner everyday." She said and exited out a door behind the counter. Stark's little hopes effectively dashed, he ordered his coffee and stepped out into the morning shine. He turned around the side of the building where he was parked, and there she stood, again back toward him, and leaning against his car. She turned to face him again, she was packing a cigarette. 
"You have a light" she asked, "I decided I needed a break"

"I don't smoke...not good for my voice, but that doesn't mean I can't help you out" He unlocked his car door, and pulled out a lighter. He put his coffee on the roof of his car, and lit her cigarette. 
They commenced to small talk, until she had finished her smoke. He drove off feeling pretty good about himself, he had her phone number in his shirt pocket. She watched him pull away, and his coffee spill over the road and the back of the car, because he never picked it back up again. Stark never noticed he didn't get his coffee.

At work, he flitted about, nervously looking in his pocket, making sure it was still there. He thought the silly things men do, 'do I wait three day's to call? ' that's the protocol after all. He knew he did not want to wait, he knew he wouldn't. It was Friday, and he did not want to wait until Monday to see her. He did manage to make it until Saturday afternoon. Heart beating in his chest, he dialed the numbers she had written down. The phone rang, rang again, 4 times it rang, and the machine kicked on. He sighed, feeling like he let himself down. Then he heard her voice, 

"I'm hear, don't hang up" and the machine turned off.

"I wont" he said.

"Well, if it isn't call me Stark" 

Then again, the small talk ensued. She kept asking questions, wanting him to tell her anything, everything. He thought to himself...she is really into me. She was really into his voice. The resonance, the timbre. After over an hour, she took the initiative.

"I am making a special dinner tonight" she paused. "Want to share it with me"

Stark coughed, "yes" he answered simply.

"Be here at 8:00" she told him.

"Little late for a dinner don't you think" he said playfully.

"Be here at 8:00" she repeated. 

"I'll be there at 8:00" 

She gave him directions and the wait through the rest of the day began.

At 8:00 he arrived at her house. It was surrounded with tall trees, moss hanging from them. Ferns and tall bushes surrounded the house, almost hiding it. He rang the door.

She answered the door, wearing a sheen robe, which in the hot weather, clung to her body. He couldn't help but look her up and down, he could see the line of her panties rising across her hips. The roundness of her breasts, perfectly formed. He felt himself bulge almost painfully against his jeans. 
"Well, good evening" he said full voiced. He noticed that at the sound of his voice, her nipples puckered as if touched with ice. The hunger he had in his stomach, was gone. Filled with another hunger. His slowburn was catching up to him. 'I should have jerked off before I came' he thought to himself. She glanced down to his zipper. She couldn't help notice. She grabbed both his hands, and held them out. 
"Well look at you" she said. Then led him in the house. 
"I have been working on something all day, I want to show you" she said to him, and led him into her bedroom. Her entire house was dark. Not for a lack of light, but that is just the way it was. Her room, was lit with candles, the bed covered in silk the color of dark blood. He noticed her bedroom had no windows. Speakers hung up in various places, and a computer system sat to the side, a large keyboard on a table next to it plugged into a mixing board. Other various instruments lay about the corner of the room. 

"You're a musician?" he asked.

" I like to record things, let me play something for you" She went around to her computer. She was lit up by the glare from the screen. She was devastating. She tapped a couple of keys, and the music started. He thought he had to be dreaming. A deep base sounded, and a slow rhythmic beat began. It was a deep funk groove George Clinton and Prince would be proud of. Then he heard a breathing, getting louder, then it caught, and shuddered. He heard a low moan, then the sound of a raven, with it's purring caw. Then breathing again. 
"That's fantastic" he said.

"That's me" she replied..."I was thinking about now" The robe fell. Her hair was full, and this was the first time he had seen her without it pulled back. She wore a bra that just covered the bottom of her breasts, a garter belt with lace panties. All a deep red, the red of her sheets, the red of blood, the red of her hair. Her hawk like gaze had captured him, she walked to him and began unfasten his belt.

"Do you want this" she asked.

His own breath was catching...he could still her moans in the music, and the sound of the raven. "Yes" he managed.

"take off your shoes" she said into his ears, and pushed him onto the bed. He took off his shoes, his socks, and stood back up. She eased his jeans down. She could now see how his underwear, boxer briefs, were failing to contain him. He was also already wet, and seeping through the material. She cocked her head, 

"not to quick now" she warned. He smiled. She unbuttoned his shirt, using her lips to kiss the spot just above each button. His shirt fell to the ground. He was well built, but not Men's Health cover material. She cupped his balls in her hands through his underwear and kissed him hard. Then pushed him onto the bed. He bounced one bounce and she was on top of him. The low base of the music filling the room, the occasional sounds of a raven. He tried to kiss her, to feel her, but she pushed his hands away. She was kissing every part of him. She slid his glistening black boxer briefs off, and kissed his erect penis. It rewarded her with a drop. She rubbed it off with her thumb. She stood watching him watch her. Then removed her bra, garter, stockings and panties. Then straddled him. He could feel the heat, the humidity of her pussy on his cock. God how he wanted this woman. He moaned, and let her know it. 

"Do you want me now?" she asked.

"oh god yes" 

She bent down to get something under the bed. She placed a dog eared book of Edgar Allen Poe poems on his chest. Then reached below the bed again, and came up with a high end microphone. She fastened the microphone to the head board just above his face. Her breasts hanging in his face. He nuzzled a nipple. All the while her hips grinding on him. She sat up, and looked over at the computer desk, tapped the microphone once, and saw the reaction on the monitor. 
"What are you..." She cut him off.

"Do you want me?" she asked again with a quiver of her hips.

He breathed his response.

She then took the book, and opened to a marked page. She turned the book around and put it in his hands. She leaned down so her eyes peered over the page. The arched eyebrows looking down at him. Grinding into him, his own hips bucking as he fought a moan. A moan that matched the music playing. Her moan.

"Read it" she said and stroked her pussy up his cock, then lifted.

"Don't stop reading" she said with another long slow wet stroke.

"If you stop, I stop" He blinked at her, heart pounding. 

"keep your hands on the book, and don't cum, until I say" again the long slow, slishy stroke with her pussy up the ridge of his cock. He was now in some pain. He felt if he grew harder, he would burst.

He looked down at the page she had turned too. 

"The Raven, Once upon a midnight dreary" and she slid him into her. She let out a long loud breath. He kept reading. 

"Suddenly there came a tapping" she caught the rhythm, 

"as if someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door" he kept on. She threw her head back, and started pinching her nipples, and grazing her hands across the top of her breasts. He kept stealing glances up at her, but he didn't dare stop. 

"Then I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before" The more he read, the harder she pushed against him. She moaned louder, but never uttered an actual word. His breath began to catch, but he read on. 

"Tell me, tell me I implore, quote the raven never more" and a raven cawed with the base tones, the funky beat, and moans, both recorded and live. 

"Take thy beak from out my heart" 

She pushed against him, the bed began to shake, he could barely see the words on the page. Both from the shaking bed, the banging headboard, the banging of blood in his head. She shuddered, quivered, but she held his dick tight, milking it. He held the book with one hand, as his other hand kneaded the sheet, fighting his own urge to release. He could feel her hands upon his ribs, as she dug in and grinded harder.

"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore" he finished the poem. He couldn't fight his own body anymore. He reached above his head and braced the headboard. 
"Now" she shouted. He yelled as he shot into her. When she felt the hot jet, she grunted, and came hard, now wiggling back and forth on his cock. She felt every pulse. His eyes now shut hard, he trembled with the last spasms of his orgasm. He noticed that he had bitten into his arm when he came. Blood rose out of the wound. Then he looked down, and noticed the tattoo above her neatly shaved mound of hair. A raven, with wings spread, peered at him. After a few moments, she slowly eased off of him. The music still deeply thumping, the raven still purrily cawing. She walked over to the computer. Stark could see the dripping coming from between her thighs, he could smell the sexy funk on the air. Could feel the wetness of his balls, the sheets. He shuddered again, then he heard himself, reading the Raven. Mixed in with the music, the cawing, her own moaning. He had forgotten about the microphone perched above his head. He smiled. 

Later, she walked him to the door. Kissed him lightly on the mouth.

"Will I see you again?" he asked.

"Quote The Raven nevermore" she replied. "But I have other books"

She stepped back from him, and began to close the door.

"See you Monday" she said, "Coffee black, no cream"



The Raven



It was something I said I would never resort to: *A Dating Service*...I chuckled.

It had been almost two years since the divorce and my architect business was keeping me way to busy. I didn't have the time nor the inclination to jump into the 'bar' scene. Besides I had my teenage son to be concerned about. I needed to be more discriminating with my choice of women now.

I reluctantly submitted my bio to the online service. It was much easier describing what I wanted in a date than it was describing myself. 

Being a realist, I wasn't looking for Ms. Perfect. Just a sensuous creature with raven hair, green eyes and some intelligence.

It was finally Friday and I came home dragging. It had been a long troublesome week.

I flipped on my computer before heading to the shower for a quick one. 

As the pulsating water gently beat against my aching body, I found myself thinking about the interior decorator that was my last appointment today.

She was of medium height with long flowing jet black hair, dressed in a conservative blue gray business suit, small firm breasts filled out her tailored white blouse, the top three buttons undone exposing her sweet round cleavage. The skirt hit her about six inches above the knees with a side slit exposing shapely athletic thighs. A pair of three inch black heels with thin straps gracing her ankles finished off her outfit.

She had patiently waited in the reception room for close to an hour. 

When I finally walked out to greet her she was engrossed in a Cosmopolitan magazine wearing a delicate gold rimmed pair of reading glasses perched on the bridge of her cute little nose, legs crossed, her small foot gently bobbing up and down causing her shapely calf to flex.

Unnoticed, I walked right up to her," Ms. Hayley." I said, startling her.

"UUhhh...Yes...Mr. French?" She responded, fumbling to remove her glasses, uncrossing her legs, springing to her feet, only to have her legs collapse out from under her.

I grabbed her by the arms, catching her before she hit the hard Spanish tiles, gently seating her back down in the chair.

"I'm so sorry," She said, her face flushing a soft pink as she began apologizing. " I'm afraid I've been sitting to long with my legs crossed."

"No problem Ms. Hayley. It is I, who should be offering thee apology for having kept you waiting so long. I'm sorry, I'm Mike. Nice to meet you." I said offering her my hand.

Now giggling she responded, "Well, let's just call it even then. Thank you for catching me. And please. Call me Michelle..." She added bending sideways in her chair coming up with an attaché case, extending her other hand for me to shake as she rose to her feet.

I took her soft yet strong hand giving it a sound shake before motioning her into my office.

In her portfolio, she had photographs of interiors she had designed for other clients.

Discussing my company's needs, I found her to be very knowledgeable. I was quite impressed. Here was a woman with both talent and looks. 

We had been advertising for a qualified decorator for this project for some weeks now but to no avail. I believed our search was over, although I told her I would call her on Monday with a decision, as I didn't want to sound to anxious. We had not negotiated a fee yet.

"YOU HAVE MAIL".... Echoed through the air as I stepped from the shower, grabbing a towel from the bar. I dried off while walking out to the computer, wrapping the towel about my waist before I sat down, positioning my mouse over the 'go to mail' and clicking.

"Hmmmm," I said aloud with surprise. I had a response from the dating service, a "match". I clicked 'email' and the window opened...

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Hi Mike...

I read your bio. You sound like a very interesting man. Looks as though we share similar interests. I too have my own business and love to sail. And do not think the bar scene is for me either. I am athletic, physically fit, 5'6" with black hair and green eyes. And would love to meet you. Email me back if you're available this weekend. I may have a big job coming my way and won't be available myself for a while.

Thanks,

Micki

mickiByDesign4u@omg.com

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Well, well...I thought. She didn't have much to say but what she did, I liked. 

I got a response right off to her. I had plans to go sailing on Sunday, so I invited her to join us, emailing the directions and location of my sailboat at the Marina.

God, my first blind date since High School. I felt like a schoolboy.

The other phone line rang. It was my son saying he hoped I would understand, but he had an out of town field trip with his church this weekend which he had forgotten to inform me of. 

I reassured him it was not a problem. 

He asked if he could have a rain check on the sailboat outing before he hung up.

Looked as though it was going to be just Micki and me. Hmmm.

"YOU HAVE MAIL" sounded out again.

Wow, that was quick, an answer back from Micki already?

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Hi Mike.

Thanks for the invitation. See you on Sunday!

Hugs,

Micki

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I chuckled as I read her brief message, gracious and to the point, I liked that...she was affectionate yet not overly so. I was looking forward to Sunday already.

I answered my other emails, chatted online a bit and checked the three-day weather report before shutting down the ole computer and heading off to bed. 

I remembered when I thought computers were a pain...my opinion had changed over the last few months.

Settling into my comfy king-sized bed, I breathed a sigh of relief. A big weight had been lifted off my shoulders at the prospect of Ms. Hayley meeting our decorating needs. I drifted off as the grandfather clock in the entry sounded for the eleventh time.

The noisy chirping of a recently hatched family of sparrows nesting high in the willow tree outside my bedroom window awakened me. Leaves were rustling as gusts of wind swept through the branches causing the suns morning rays to flicker, bouncing shadows off the walls as I opened my eyes to greet the day.

Ahhh... This is going to be a great weekend for sailing, I thought as I rolled out of bed feeling the breeze wash over me as I swung open the French doors leading out onto the balcony. 

I stood there, breathing in deeply the varied aromas floating through the neighborhood; the sweet fragrant blossoms on the Magnolia trees which majestically lined the street, the musty smell of the neighbors newly mowed lawn, the pungent scent of marigolds blooming in the planter boxes attached below the windows of my house and the faint aroma of frying bacon...

As I walked back inside I heard the neighbor calling her children in to breakfast. 

I was not much of a breakfast person myself. By the time I finished my morning workout, showered and readied myself for the work, there was no time to prepare a meal. A protein bar on the way to the office usually got me through until lunchtime. And it seemed as though I was always taking clients to lunch.

How I looked forward to the weekends. My time to relax and catch up...

I spent the morning cleaning house and preparing paperwork for next week, knowing I would have no time tomorrow. 

Later in the afternoon I went down to the Marina taking supplies to my boat, freshening it up and readying it for my date. I wanted everything to be just perfect.

God, I felt like a nervous teenager anticipating his first date, anxious... right down to the butterflies in my stomach. 

I was laughing as I walked into the house.

I made myself a sandwich, grabbed a bottle of beer and I settled down in front of the computer. 

''YOU HAVE MAIL".... The generated voice sang out startling me. 

My heart raced. God I hope it's not Micki canceling our date! 

I nervously clicked on her email message.

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Hi Mike,

Don't mean to be a bother, but I forgot to ask, "What can I bring?"

Hugs, Micki

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I emailed a reply right back to her saying all she needed to bring was a smile and her swimsuit, although the swimsuit was optional.

After playing a few hands of spades and losing badly, I decided to watch a college basketball game on television before going off to bed.

I awoke to the beautiful ringing of distance church bells. What a pleasant sound they made. 

I anxiously sprang out of bed, heading into the bathroom with a spring in my step.

"Well, today is the day!" I said reaching into the shower, turning the hot water faucet on.

I returned to the bedroom to quickly make the bed, pulling the sheet and comforter up, fluffing the pillows before returning to the bathroom. 

"Ahhhh..." I sighed, closing my eyes as the gentle stream of water flowed over me.

My thoughts drifted to the last time I had a woman onboard my sailboat. 

It started out as a wonderful day. The ocean was calm and clear. The air temperature was perfect; the water was a bit cool, but made the cuddling after our swim feel perfectly acceptable. I really thought we had something special developing between us. 

I chuckled as I turned the water off stepping out of the shower. 

She should have told me she was allergic to strawberries before I served her those Margaritas. Not a very good ending to an otherwise enjoyable date. She itched the entire way back to shore.

I dried off wrapping the towel around my waist while I brushed my teeth. 

My thoughts now shifted to my date with Micki. Maybe I should ask if she has any allergies? I laughed out loud.

God, I was creating a mental picture of her in my mind and getting an erection.

"Quit it Mike!" My mind echoed, but I could not help myself. Raven hair and green eyes have always been the two features my dream woman possessed. And Micki has both. 

"Right, and she could weigh two hundred pounds too!" I laughed, running a brush through my sandy colored hair, noticing the silver gray appearing at the temples.

I got dressed in a comfortable pair of cream-colored shorts and a sea green polo shirt. Slipped on my deck shoes and headed downstairs.

What a beautiful day, I thought as I drove to the Marina with the top down on my Porsche, stopping in the grocery market to pick up a bouquet of fresh cut flowers. 

Walking down the narrow plank to the dock where my boat was slipped I couldn't help but notice all the sea gulls squawking and circling overhead, wondering what was drawing them inland.

I carefully stepped onto (over the side of) my boat and went below in search of a vase for Micki's flowers. I knew I had one.

"Is anyone here?" A sweet voiced called out from above.

I glanced down at my watch.10am...She's punctual!

And there's the vase! I pulled it out from under the sink and sunk the flowers into it as I mounted the steps leading to the deck, calling out, "I'm Coming..."

As I emerged from the galley, there she stood at the top of the stairs, her silhouetted frame blocking out the blinding sun, rays streaming out from all round her. 

I couldn't see her shadowed face only her beautiful long raven hair being swept around a bare midriff and long shapely legs extending down from a pair of white short shorts.

I anxiously climbed the stairs, reaching the deck I extended my arms up handing her the vased flowers." These are for you Micki." I said raising my head.

"Ahhhhhh... thank you...." She answered hesitantly gently taking them from me.

God her voice sounded familiar. I brought my arm up shielding my face from the light so that I could see her face.

"Oh My God!" I gasped, "Michelle?" 

"Mike, When I read your bio, your emails, I had no idea it was..." Her nervous voice dwindled off as her face flushed that familiar soft pink.

"Well, this is just. Just." I was speechless.

What were the odds of something like this happening?

She stuttered and stammered, "Well...uhhh. Mike if you're uncomfortable with..."

I interrupted, "Of course NOT!" I almost yelled at her. "I'm sorry Michelle. I'm just so stunned is all! But pleasantly so." I added.

"Then, please Mike, Call me Micki."

While recovering from our initial shock, I gave her a tour of the boat showing her where to put her things before setting sail for the island not far off shore.

The weather was perfect, warm with just enough of a gentle breeze to fill the sails. I was at the helm when Micki excused herself to go below to change into her swimsuit. 

I watched as her slim frame disappeared down the steps. 

She looked and acted so different from our first meeting, dressing so sensual, yet shy and timid. I found myself attracted to her feminine side.... Very Much attracted.

A few minutes later she emerged. Her hair was swept back and fastened with a big butterfly clip at her crown, soft wispy curls were falling forward over the visor, perched across her forehead. 

She had on a hot pink string bikini with a silky black wrap-around hugging her hips, tied in a loose knot in the front, the ends flowing down between her shapely thighs as she mounted the steps barefoot holding a goblet of wine in each hand.

Her narrow hips swayed gracefully from side to side while keeping her balance walking towards me, not spilling a drop of our wine.

"Here you go Mike, "She said with a big smile, her emerald green eyes twinkling as she handed me a goblet adding, "I don't think one glass will impair your navigational skills."

We both laughed.

"Thank you Michelle."

"NO. Please Mike, Call me Micki," she said correcting me, "Looking over to see my expression before adding, "All my friends call me Micki."

"Okay Micki, but Michelle is such a beautiful name!" I said smiling, feeling very relaxed with her already.

With a sensual smile she grasped an end of her wrap-around and tugged gently until it unfurled from her hips before she sprawled out onto the deck in front of me.

Oh My God, she was wearing a thong bikini, her cute tanned ass cheeks poking up as she settled into a comfortable position resting on her elbows with her sweet cleavage peeking from in between her arms, now facing me. Those sparkling crystal eyes were gazing up at me as she sipped slowly on her wine.

"So, tell me Mike. How long have you been sailing? You appear to be so at ease behind that wheel..." she spoke so softly her voice was almost inaudible under the whipping of the sails. 

"Since college actually. I was on the sailing team. That's where I learned. God, Micki, I've loved sailing since day one...Although I've only had my boat for a few months now." I answered while tightening down the sails.

I found myself just talking and talking. Micki was such an attentive listener and showed such genuine interest by the knowledgeable questions she kept asking. She was such a joy to chat with.

Before we knew it we were at the island, where I maneuvered around to the backside.

There was a secluded cove there nestled beneath the cliffs...we would have complete privacy and I would not have to worry about the craft drifting out to sea.

"Ahhhhhh." she sighed as I eased us through the narrow passageway, emerging onto a beautiful crystal clear pool being fed by a cascading waterfall. 

"Mike," she gasped, "This is breathtaking," she added as she took to her feet, slowly turning around, her wide-open eyes feasting on the lush green foliage lining the shoreline and dotting the cliffs.

"Oh My God, That waterfall!" she screamed out bringing the palms of her hands to her rosy cheeks.

I could see her excitement as rock hard nipples protruded from her bikini top and goose bumps covered her beautifully tanned flesh.

"Thank You Mike, for bringing me here!" she said, her voice quivering with emotion as she threw her arms around my neck, kissing my cheek as she grinded her firm round breasts into me.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, I wrapped my other arm around her small waist bringing her close, holding her gently.

"You're welcome Micki...I love it here. Somehow I knew you would too." I said giving her a reassuring squeeze. "I need to drop anchor Micki," I said gently releasing my grasp on her.

I loved how she anticipated my moves, stepping aside as I leaned down taking hold of the anchor, tossing it overboard.

The water splashed up at us. Micki jumped back.

We both laughed as I caught her in my arms!

"Making a habit of this, huh?" I asked jokingly.

"A habit I could certainly get accustomed to." she teased back.

"Let me go below and get my trunks on." I said as I turned towards the hatch.

"No need to Mike." she said as she reached behind her neck and back, pulling the strings on her bikini top, letting it fall to the deck, exposing her beautiful full breasts, then slipping fingertips inside her waistband, pushing her bottoms down to her ankles, displaying a narrow little patch of raven fur as she daintily stepped out of her suit. She gracefully stood up pulling the clip from her hair, allowing her shining black mass to flow down around her beautiful naked body.

"Let's just skinny dip!" She sounded as she dove into the crystal clear water.

I watched in awe as her lean nude flesh cut into the water, while her long well defined legs disappeared beneath the surface, leaving only a ripple behind.

I pulled my clothes off and was ready to dive in as I saw her head emerge some twenty-five feet from the boat.

"It's wonderful!" she called out, "Come on in!"

I dove into the water feeling my erection slam against my abdomen as I broke through the surface, emerging about three feet away from her.

She was already swimming towards me.

"Where did you learn to dive like that?" I asked reaching out to her.

"I was on the swim/dive team in college." she answered with a smile as she took my hand pulling herself into me as her beautiful hair trailed on the surface behind her.

She was not shy at all, wrapping her thighs around my waist.

"You don't mind, do you Mike?" she asked coyly saving her energy while I treaded water.

With each back and forth kick, I felt my manhood rise up gently slapping her in the butt.

Every so often she would let out a sensual little giggle.

We bobbed there chatting away about college, sailing, wines and vacations we had taken. Seems as though we had shared many similar experiences over the years.

Without warning, Micki released her grasp from around my waist; a sudden chill filled the void as she pulled her warm flesh away from me.

"Race you to the falls... Mike," she called out as she started swimming toward the shore.

I was lagging behind...watching her sweet round cheeks bob up and down with each stroke.

The shore came up to quickly! 

She rose out of the water her long black hair flowing down her arched back almost touching her butt. God what a beautiful body I thought watching her straighten up...

She was perched on a boulder behind the showering falls as I came out of the water proceeded by my very aroused manhood. 

I felt her piercing emerald jewels watching my every move. 

My face was flushing a brighter shade of red the closer I got to her.

Her hand pierced through the blanket of cascading water, gently grasping my arm drawing me inside.

I was overcome with emotion as I pulled her to her feet...I fantasized about this... the waterfall... the eyes...the hair.... Was I dreaming?

"God, you're beautiful Micki," I said before sealing my lips over hers, kissing her deeply.

She kissed me back slipping her tongue inside my mouth, grinding her naked flesh against mine.

We made love right there behind the veil of shimmering water. It was wonderful. She was such a sensual creature. The way she moaned and groaned as I gently moved my member in and out of her warm moist love canal. 




The Raven



Her movements were slow and rhythmic, so consistent with mine. It wasn't long before I felt her walls tightening around my pulsating organ, her clit twitching against my base as she reached her climax... 

Hearing her moan, feeling her sweet nectar wash over my cock made me explode, filling her sweet chamber with my hot torrenting seed. 

I held her close as our orgasms melted into one before slowly subsiding. 

Her body was shivering...her soft moaning now drowned out by the showering falls.

"Ahhh..." she sighed. "That was exquisite, Mike." she said breathlessly yet in a bashful tone, "I've never experienced anything like this before."

Hesitantly I answered..."Well, to be honest Micki, Neither have I." 

We both laughed out loud as we walked hand in hand out from under the spraying falls. 

Being naked with her felt so comfortable, so natural. She was so uninhibited about her body.

I had never met a woman like this before.

We dove into the water together. 

Swimming back to the boat, she kept looking over, giving me that beautiful smile, adding an occasional wink.

Reaching the boat, she grasped the edge and pulled herself up the side. 

I just watched in awe, her muscles flexing as she gracefully hoisted a leg up and over the gunwale, exposing those pretty pussy lips before bringing her other leg up and over.

"Your turn, sweetie." she said turning around resting her full breasts on the ledge as she extended a hand to me.

Taking it I felt her strength as she backed up, pulling me up onto the deck with her. My awakened cock bounced off my thighs as I landed.

"Thanks, Micki," I said giving her a hug, pressing my wet, dripping body against hers.

We went below to towel off.

She slipped into a pretty little blue/green sundress and I put on a pair of navy blue shorts. 

As she sat there running a comb through her tangled hair, chatting away, I was putting lunch on the table.

"Can I help you Mike?" she asked in between her chatter.

"Nope. Got it under control here," I chuckled back. 

I enjoyed playing waiter and was actually interested in what she had to say, not like other dates I had been on. Where I fed them just to get some peace and quiet.

Lunch was good and my ego was inflated as she kept complimenting how lovely it looked and how tasty everything was. 

I explained how being a bachelor for two years had made a halfway decent cook out of me, as I grew tired of restaurant food in a hurry.

She helped with the dishes and tidying up before we went up on deck.

The sky was churning with ominous gray/black clouds. They had appeared from out of nowhere.

"We had better get back to the mainland before it breaks Micki." I said in a concerned voice as I reached for the anchor chain.

She gently put her hand over mine, looking into my worried eyes.

"Mike, would we not be safer staying here until it passes?" she asked in a searching tone. 

"Well, Yes...But it may mean overnight Micki..." My voice dwindled off. "Don't you have work tomorrow?" I added... although my thoughts were more on pleasure than work.

"Mike, One of the benefits of being your own boss." she said with a grin as she turned heading back down below, returning with a cell phone in hand.

I laughed as I shook my head from side to side in agreement.

"Ahhh..Yes..." I paused, "I have one important call to make tomorrow..." I chuckled. "What's your number Micki? You've got the job...."

She smiled. Her face was blushing as she gave me a great big hug.

Holding her tightly, looking up into the dark, rumbling sky...I whispered, "Thank You God"...



The Raven & The Rainbow



Izabel stood in front of the window, pressing her forehead against the cool glass. The rain falling from the darkened sky matched the tears flowing from her midnight eyes. Sobbing softly, Izabel stared out into the starless night. The sound of footsteps trudging up the stairs caused Izabel to cry more, for she knew what was about to happen. As on cue, there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Honey are you awake?" the drunk voice asked, "It's only me, I just wanna talk." he whined, testing the doorknob. Izabel had locked the door this time, she was at her breaking point.

"Izzy, why do you have the door locked? I only want to talk. Come open the door for Daddy." the voice pleaded. For the last three years since her mother died, her father made her assume the roll of wife, in every sense of the word. He made her cook for him, clean the house, and even made her have sex with him. She couldn't take it anymore. The way he forced her to take his penis in her mouth, his angry thrusts into her dry vagina, not to mention the hurtful words and names he called her.

"Please dadddy, go away. I can't do this anymore. Please daddy...stop..please!" she cried.

"Aw, c'mon baby, daddy needs his babygirl to take care of him. Open the door, sweetie, I promise not to hurt you." he whined, still turning the doorknob.

"No more daddy..please no more!" she sobbed, crawling into a ball in the corner of her room.

Suddenly the door was viciously kicked open. Her father stood there in all his druken glory, his hand still holding a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Listen here bitch, you don't tell me what to do! Unnerstand?!" he spat, yanking her up by her blue-black hair.

"PLEASE DADDY!" she cried hysterically. "NO MORE! NO MORE!"

Her cries where cut short by a vicious backhand across her face, drawing blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Shut up! You're gonna do as I say!" he yelled, throwing her on the bed. He grabbed her thighs hard, leaving red handprints in his wake. Forcing them open, he positioned himself between her flailing legs.

"Sit still or else I'm really gonna punish you!" he hissed in her ear as he thrust his penis into her vagina. The room was filled with the sounds of his grunts and her sobbing. Soon he was climaxing, jerking his semen over her stomach.

"Oh-oh my good little girl..." he moaned, collapsing on her stomach. Gathering his strength, he climbed off of her and staggered out of the room. Izabel curled up in the fetal position, sobbing. 

"Please take me to where the angels sleep. Please take me to where the rainbow ends. Please take me to where I long to see old friends. Take me now to where the angels sleep." she whispered between sobs. The prayer that her mother continuously mumbled during her last days when, the pain was too much to bear, she had begged for death to come.

Izabel woke up early the following morning. She tiptoed into the bathroom, careful not to wake her father from his drunken sleep. Standing underneath the scalding water of the shower, she quickly scrubbed away the traces of her father. She roughly scrubbed her skin until she was raw. But the pain was nothing new to her, since she constantly scrubbed her skin that way after her father paid her a visit. Quickly she dried off her chestnut skin, slightly rosy from her shower. The cool lotion she rubbed on her body soothed any remaining irritation she was feeling. Slipping into her black panties, bra and matching stockings, she pulled over her customary black gown. With trembling fingers, she laced the front of her gown and smoothed down the crushed velvet material. Stepping into her scuffy platform boots, she snuck back into the bathroom. Applying black eyeliner and purple lipstick, she parted her blue-black locks down the middle, braiding a single braid on each side. Grabbing her worn leather jacket, she crept out of the house, shutting the door on her father's snores.

"Good morning Izzy, you're in rather early today." Claire said. 

"I know Ms. Claire, but I have some work that I need to finish up." Izabel softly spoke. Claire was the owner of the bookstore that became Izabel's refuge.

"Not a problem. You are always welcomed here. Actually, I'm glad you came early."

"Why is that Ms. Claire?"

"Because I have to run some errands and I don't have anyone to watch the store while I'm gone. You think you can hold the fort down? There's fifty dollars in it."

"I don't know Ms. Claire." she hesitantly replied.

"Oh you can do it Izzy. You've seen me putter around this store to enough to know how things work and there's no one else I trust. Plus you know about the books. Will you do it?" Izabel thought for a moment.

"Sure Ms. Claire. I'll do it." she smiled.

"Oh my,Izzy." Claire gasped.

"What is it Ms. Claire?" 

"This is the first time I've seen you smile. You have such a lovely smile." she said, clasping her hands. Izabel simply blushed. In a few minutes Claire was off to do her errands, leaving Izabel in the silence she loves. Moment later, the bell chimed as the door was opened. Izabel looked up from her book to see who had came in. He stood about six foot and some change, his long dreadlocks were pulled back into a ponytail tied with a purple scarf. His lean figure was clad in black slacks and a turtleneck that peeked out the top of his midnight blue blazer. 

"Excuse me, divine one, but might you direct me to the art section." his deep voice said.

"Um, it's the third aisle to the left." she whispered.

"Thank you divine one." he said, walking away. He stopped and turned back around. "Tell me something child, what is your name?

"I'm not a child." she responded, slightly irritated.

"Any fool can see that you are a woman of great beauty, but I call you child in the sense that we are all children." he explained, walking back to the counter.

"Children of whom?"

"Darkness. Light. Whomever you choose to rear you. So tell me child, what is your name?" he asked again, his midnight eyes piercing into her soul.

"Izabel, but everyone calls me Izzy."

"Izzy? Nay, I shall call you Izabel. Izzy is not a name befitting one such as you." he said, taking her hand and kissing it.

"What is your name?" she whispered.

"I have many names, divine one, but you make call me Mikal Raven. Or simply, Raven." 

"Raven." she whispered. 

"Yes, divine one?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Nothing, I just like the sound of your name. Plus it is also my favorite bird." He smiled at her words.

"Twas a pleasure meeting you, divine one, but I must take my leave of you. Know this Izabel, simply call me and I will be there." Then he was gone. Izabel blinked her eyes several times, wondering if he had be truly here or was her imagination working over time.

It was nightfall by the time Izabel made it home. She knew she was late and dinner was not ready. Translating to more trouble from her father. As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted with the stench of day old Jack Daniels and body odor.

"Where the hell have you've been, girl?" he slurred, "I've been fucking starving and no dinner. You got responsiblities, bitch!" he spat, throwing the empty bottle at her. It shattered against the wall, inches from her head.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy. I was helping Ms. Claire at the bookstore and lost track of her time." she stammered.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he asked, looking at her clothes. "What are you, some kind of witchy woman or something?" he chortled.

"I'll have dinner ready in a few minutes." she mumbled, walking into the kitchen. The stench of her father greeted her before he said a word.

"Ain't really hungry for no food, darling." he whispered, rubbing his groin against her backside, causing her to drop the dishes into the sink.

"Please daddy...please.." she sobbed as he groped her body.

"C'mon sweetie, daddy is hungry. So why doncha go upstairs and wash that crap off your face and take those godawful clothes off and wait for daddy." he said, pushing her to the stairs, patting her ass. Numbly, she went upstairs. 

Standing in front of the window, her body shook from her tears. Pressing her face against the cool glass, she softly spoke, "Raven." She turned her head as she heard the heavy footsteps of her father coming up the steps. Suddenly the was a scraping against the window. Izabel turned around and gasped at what she saw--it was a raven! She opened the window and the dark bird flew in. Izabel was not prepared for what happened next. Right before her eyes, the bird morphed into Raven. Her shriek died in her throat as she sunk into the murky darkness of unconsciousness. Quickly catching her in his arms, Raven dove out of the opened window, flying away.

"You ready for daddy..." he said, trailing off, "Where the hell did she go??"

"Izabel..Izabel? Wake up divine one." Izabel fluttered her eyes. Opening them slowly, she saw Raven's face hovering over hers. She gasped and nearly fainted again as the memories of what just happened flooded her mind.

"Wh-ho are you? W-what are you?"

"I am Raven. I came for you because you called me." 

"Why?"

"Because you prayed for this, did you not?"

"Prayed for this? What do you mean..." she trailed off, remembering last night. "Are you going to kill me?" 

"I was, but I cannot now." She cringed at his blunt reply, but the fear soon turned to curiousity.

"Why can't you?"

"Because I love you, divine one."

"I don't understand." Raven sat next to her, pulling her body onto his lap, cradling her in his arms.

"Izabel, I have been watching over you for some time now. I took your mother away from the pain she was in. She, just like you, prayed for me to come and take her away and I did. I kissed her lips and took her soul to where the rainbow ends." Izabel softly cried as she listened, the image of her mother's serene face when she died suddenly appeared.

"Why did you leave me there? If you were watching over me, why did you leave me there with that monster?" she cried.

"You were too young to understand what was happening to you. Too young to call me. I can only come when I am called. You were a mere slip of a woman then, but now you are a woman. I watched you for the last three years, hoping that you would remember the prayer. And when you did, I felt my heart burst." he said, stroking her face.

"Raven, I cannot go back. If you are here to take me away, then please take me." she whispered.

"I will take you, but I will not kill you, divine one. You will be mine, forever. Do you wish to remain by my side?" he whispered, tracing her lips with his finger. Izabel soon was caught up it the grips of what she surely thought was a fever. She had never experienced anything like what she was experiencing now. Her body was like one nerve ending that was on fire. Her belly fluttered and her heart pounded.

"Raven, I think something is wrong with me?" she whispered. He softly chuckled.

"Nay divine one, nothing is wrong with you. It is desire that has you inflamed now. Have you not felt this way before?" he asked, caressing her throat.

"No, never Raven." she whispered.

"Never? Never has a man touched you the way I am touching you now?"

"Raven," she paused her eyes filling with tears, "You said you've watched me for some time, so you know the only man to touch me was my.." she stopped speaking. Raven's lips kissed away the tears that streaked her face.

"Shh, divine one, I know all. That simply mean you are still a virgin, untouched by any man."

"How?"

"He was not a man, he is a filthy beast. You were a mere child."

"But, I was seventeen when he first touched me. I'm twenty now." she sobbed.

"Still a child, divine one. Tell me, Izabel, how do you think I am?" he asked, unlacing her gown.

"Thirty?" she moaned, feeling his hot mouth on her throat.

"Nay, divine one. I am almost three hundred years old." he murmured, kissing her neck. She couldn't even fathom the magnitude of what he said. His hands slipped down the bodice of her gown, cupping her breasts, his thumb teasing the awakening nipple. She arched her back, pushing more of her breast into his warm hand. He continued kissing her lips, sucking on her tongue, nibbling on her lips. Slowly he moved his hand up her leg, inching her gown up. He rested his hand on the soft material of her panties, feeling the moisture. Her body stiffened as she felt his hand cup her sex.

"Raven, I-I don't know what to do?" she whispered.

"Nothing little one. Simply lie back." he said, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down. He lovingly stoked the downy softness of her dark curls. Izabel could feel the moisture seeping from her as he parted her swollen lips. Taking his tongue, he slowly licked her vagina, from the base of her clit, to the crack of her ass. Izabel thought she had died and gone to the end of the rainbow. She had never felt such pleasure down there. The cruel thrusts from her father never produce any sensations like that. Raven devoured her steamy sex like a starving man, sucking and biting on her clit, slipping two fingers inside of her. Soon, Izabel found herself bucking her hips against his fingers, as if her body instinctively knew what was going on. He could feel the twinges of her very first orgasm and he stopped. He slowly stripped his clothing off and looked down at Izabel's quivering body.

"Look at me divine one." he husked. Izabel gazed at him. His long locs framed his brown sugar colored face. Her eyes trailed down his body, appreciating every detail-the muscle tone of his arms, the hint of a six-pack stomach, more importantly, the erect penis that was teasing her clit to the point of madness. She had only see one penis and her lifetime and hated the sight of it and the pain that it brought. But that was nothing like the organ sitting before her. It was about seven inches long and three inches wide. The swollen head glistened from the mixture of precum and her own juices. She knew that it was going to hurt her, but she welcomed the sensations. As if reading her thoughts, Raven slowly slid his erection into to her moist heat. Inching his penis inside of her, letting her get used to the feeling of him filling and stretching her, savoring the sublime tightness surrounding him. Slowly he stroked inside of her, building up the fire that his mouth had started. Izabel wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, holding him close to her. The room was filled with the sweet moans and gasps of pleasure that escaped Izabel's lips. Soon she felt the tremors rising again deep inside her core. The sensations seem to build from the roots of her hair and traveled down to the soles of her feet. Her nipples became tiny stone rubbing against Raven's chest, the feeling sent her body reeling. She couldn't quite grasp what was about to happen to her, but she knew she desperatly wanted it to happen. Raven could sense she was ready to climax, as he felt the need rising in him. He got them both on the brink, and slowed his strokes down.

"Look at me divine one, " he gapsed, the pleasure becoming intense, "Will you be mine Izabel, for all time?" he asked, his voice almost pleading.

"Oh gods YES! Take me Raven!" she screamed as he plunged into her. The orgasm ripped through her body, elicting ear splitting shrieks from her. Over and over the waves hit her, sending her into a frenzy. And when his seed shot forth into her shuddering body, she came again, wrapping her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life. Izabel closed her eyes tightly. Suddenly, she saw a raven swoop down through a rainbow of vibrant colors, kissing her lips, transforming her into a raven.

"My love..my divine one." Raven moaned, "Together we shall soar the heavens."

"I am yours Raven, now and forever." she whispered, as the two ebony ravens flew to the end of the rainbow...



The Raven and the Tower



Lord Ravenscrest sat and waited for the woman with the sad eyes, she had not appeared the last two times he had passed this way and waited for her. He needed to see her to hear her voice, the vision he waited to behold, and the reason he sat in the tree sweating in the summer heat be. He fidgeted impatient, Waiting and hoping that today she would come to her window to sing. He stared at the rough grey walls of the tower that jutted out of the trees, its roof piercing their foliage and reaching for the sun. 

Then he saw her she was a vision to behold as she stood at the single window, thick black –blue hair fell down her back in waves that curled to her hips. Her breasts strained against the tread bare gown, her body tapering to a thin waist before being obscured by the window sill. He wished he could see the rest of her as her sad green eyes swept of the trees and fields below her lonely domain. As he had so many times he wondered who she was and why she was locked in the tower, and his gaze travelled up her body to rest at her throat where the thick silver collar glinted as she swallowed, the key hanging out of her dress bobbing slightly as each breath made her bosom swell.

The music started softly hauntingly, the sound sad and thin. As she sang the sound swelled and grew, changing on the air as her eyes began to gleam and in that brief moment, for the duration of the song, he saw her happiness. This was what had drawn him here and drew him back time and time again. The air was filled with beauty and he smiled. He had heard her as he rode home, and he knew he had to find the singer, had to hear that voice again, so here he was sitting uncomfortably in a tree for the chance to hear her sing and to see her again. 

Her voice faltered and the song stopped, tears dripped down her cheeks her eyes now sparkling with unshed tears as her joy faded. He saw her fingers trace the collar that trapped her slim neck before dropping to the key that hung between her breasts. He wanted to call out to her to try to bring the happiness back to make it shine in her eyes again, he wanted to raise his hand and wipe away her tears and snap the collar from her neck but he couldn’t. Swearing softly, he made a vow on her tears that he would find out who she was and why she was locked in a tower without a door. He promised himself that he would solve her mystery and free her. 

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the rider and the horse until the man dismounted by the base of the tower. Shocked for he had never seen anyone in his many visits he silently swung out of the tree and crept closer to watch. Raising his hands the stranger began to speak, the words slithering off his tongue as a section of the tower wall swung open. The stranger entered and the wall sealed itself behind him. 

Lord Ravenscrest smiled to himself he now knew how to enter the tower, just a simple spell of opening laughing softly he scrambled back up the tree to see if he could see what was going on in the tower. Was this a lover who locked her up in a fit of jealousy? His fists clenched at the thought but he settled down to wait and to watch – He may be able to get in the tower but he had yet to find out how to get out. Being trapped inside with her would not aid either of them.

She appeared suddenly backing away from the stranger inside, till her thighs hit the window frame. Even over the distance he could see her body tremble and her knuckles whiten on the sill. Her head shook furiously, whipping from side to side but she did not utter a word. He saw the fist fly out and slap her across the face before the sharp crack of flesh striking flesh reached his ears. With a cry, that made his fists clench and his eyes see red, she fell to the floor. Then the man began screaming, a furious rant as the he stood over her, his back to the window. “How dare you, you stupid bitch! Is this how you repay me, sister dear, for my protection? By singing! By attracting attention!” each shouted exclamation was punctuated by a whimper from the woman on the floor as he struck her.

“How many times do I have to tell you? How many times do I have to punish you?” The man’s face was flushed as he turned and scanned the trees outside the window. Lord Ravenscrest froze in his hiding place but the man inside, her brother, just turned around. Raising his voice again his face flushed with anger he started fiercely at the girl who lay sobbing at his feet

“No-one must know you are here, do you understand?” He briefly bent out of sight “You are mine! No one will ever find you and do not think about escaping I would kill you before I let another use you! Answer me! Do you understand?” As Lord Ravenscrest’s blood boiled below with a slow anger, he strained his ears to here her muffled reply. He almost sobbed to hear the pain drown that beautiful voice that had sung so freely only moments before. The mans voice came again harshly demanding “Now tell me sister dear what I need to know”…. “Tell me”

“Please … No”. Again the sound of flesh on flesh and then a sharp piercing cry and from the trees Lord Ravenscrest could not endure any more he climbed down the tree and ran to the tower muttering the spell to open the door. He would worry about escaping the tower later but he couldn’t sit by and se another man hurt and terrorise her… her own brother he thought incredulously. 

He slipped into the tower and then looked desperately for somewhere to hide as he heard footsteps on the stair. The stranger was leaving. The lord quickly crept behind the stairs as he heard the man cruelly call over his shoulder to his sister “It has been a pleasure sister dear… until next time”

Silently Ravenscrest waited listening for the exit spell. As soon as the door closed he sprinted up the stairs checking carefully for any other inhabitants. He passed three floors leading off the central spiralling staircase as he climbed upwards, a kitchen, a storeroom and one empty room, all devoid of life before he reached the door at the top of the stairs. He paused out side it to calm himself slightly, he did not what to scare her. 

Taking a deep breath he pushed the door open and looked around for her. At first he thought the room was impossibly empty but then he saw her curled in the shadows her emerald eyes closed, tears leaked out under her eyelids to spill down her cheeks. One hand was pressed to her mouth the other wrapped around her knees as she shivered on the floor. His breath caught in his throat and he had to swallow hard to control himself. She looked so fragile so delicate lying on the floor; he could not imagine being able to leave the bruises that were blossoming on her face, or being able to cause the tears the fell from the lovely eyes.

He went to her and lifted her into his arms, she didn’t stir she didn’t even seem to notice as he placed her gently on top of the faded coverlet on her bed. Crossing the room he picked up the pitcher of water on the wash stand and returned to kneel by the side of her bed. Pulling a square of cloth from the pouch at his belt he dampened it in the cool water and pressed it gently to her face. Her eyes flickered open and she stared at him in fear. When she opened her mouth to speak, he gently pressed her fingers over her mouth silencing her. 

Reaching in to the simple first aid kit that experience had taught him to carry, he pulled out some bruise balm. he opened the bottle and with tender fingers he started to apply it to her cheek. She gasped at the cooling lotion and starred at him in confusion. He smiled at her and lifted her into a sitting position taking care not to hurt her. Pouring a glass of water he held it to her lips, she drank thirstily gulping the cool liquid down

“Better?” he asked and she nodded slowly moving slowly so as not to startle her he lay her back down on the bed and carefully began to unbutton the front of her dress to expose the bruises that slipped over her skin under it . He gasped as the sight of her body. It was just as beautiful as he had expected. The full firm breasts swelled with each breath she took. His gaze resting a moment on the key nestled between them before roving down her body. He traced the outline of her waist with his gaze, before dropping to stare at the thatch of sable hair that curled softly at the apex of her thighs. 

The sight of the fresh bruised angered him, but even more the sight of old bruises that faded sickly green and yellow on her body made him furious. Her brother obviously visited regularly, she saw the fury in his eyes and cringed away from him. That shocked him into swallowing his anger, he smiled gently at her and stroked her unblemished cheek caressing and calming. 

Pouring more of the bruise balm on to his hand he began to spread it over her body his fingers caressing her ski softly. She shivered under his ministrations. He caressed every inch of her body with the soothing lotion, his hands lingering almost involuntarily over her soft, firm breasts. Of their own mind his fingers caressed her skin tugging gently at her nipples till she writhed underneath his hands and her eyes filled with confusion and lust. A moan slipped from her mouth startling him, he snatched his hands from her breasts shocked at himself. 

Slipping his hands under her, without catching her eyes, he turned her over, she moved docilely, limp in his arms. She did not even complain as he removed the rest of her dress leaving her naked before him. With long firm strokes he rubbed the bruise balm into her back. His mind drifted as he admired the smooth lines of her back and the curve of her bottom, his hands following his eyes. 

She tensed and jumped as his hands slipped over her bottom then settled as his hands moved on he smiled ad repeated the motion getting the same response. The sensations made her muscles tense and relax as she fought not to giggle. He did not give up till she was writhing and giggling as he tickled her. She tried to fight free but his hands followed her wherever she wriggled. Eventually she stopped him be rolling on her back. He could see evidence of arousal caught glistening on the curls between her legs and he felt an answering throb at his groin but he ignored it. He was glad just to see her smile again. He could smell her, the scent of musk hung heavy on the air. And he had to have her. Fighting for restraint, he shoved himself away from the bed breathing heavily desire burning in his veins. 

“Let’s get you out of here” he blurted and her smile fell.

“I can’t” she muttered looking away from him. He slid his palm under her chin and turned her face to stare into her eyes “I can not pass the door while I am wearing this collar.

“Why don’t we take it off then” he said not, understanding as tears began to fall slowly down her face. “ Hey, none of that, it will be alright, I promise” he wrapped he arms about her pulling her close and. Laying her head against his shoulder he held he stroking her hair trying to comfort her.

“I am geas bound” she sobbed, and he felt his anger grow. “I can not remove the collar even though I hold the key she pulled back to show the key he had noticed earlier. Ravenscrest was amazed at the cruelty of such a simple object. To taunt her every day, every moment, her brother had given the key to her freedom then torn all hope from her. His arms tightened as he held her even closer to him leaning down he pressed his lips to her forehead kissing her softly. She pulled back slightly

“Who are you?” she asked suddenly “why do you care what happens to me?” there was suspicion in her voice, and in her eyes. Moving slowly he kissed them closed leaving a trail of feather light kisses across her face. He flicked his lips over hers and then pulled back.

“Sorry, my name is Ravenscrest, but my friends call me Raven” a smile flickered at her lips but there was still suspicion in her eyes “I heard you singing as I rode past, and I had to stop and listen” unable to stop himself he pressed his lips to hers again, till he felt her begin to melt against him “I saw you brother come to visit,” she stiffened slightly but he did not stop “ I could not just leave you I had to try to help. I am only sorry I did not come earlier.” 

“You mean that don’t you” she stared shocked “you just wanted to help” Then a smile curled her lips “my name is Branwyn” He smiled, two ravens, brought together by fate. He leant forward and kissed her. He wanted her, needed her` he needed to hold her forever to feel her in his arms. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t control himself. Something had wrapped a hand around his common sense and was pushing him on. She didn’t struggle as he pressed his mouth to hers more firmly he parted her lips under his, as his tongue flicked across them teasingly. 

She was soft and pliant against him. One part of his mind stood back, he couldn’t believe he was doing this, he couldn’t believe he was taking advantage of her like this, but he couldn’t stop. She yielded under his hands, the warmth of her body reaching him through his clothes as he devoured her lips. He pulled back to look at her, there was no fear in her eyes, only lust. 

He grinned down at her and she smiled back tentatively. He stroked her hand over her face and noticed peripherally that the bruise balm was working, fading the swelling on her cheek to almost nothing. His fingers traced out the line of her lips before following the line of her jaw to cup her chin, her body pressed to his of its own violation and he smiled, she was responding to him. 

He could feel the tightness of his trousers at the groin, but he tried to ignore the way her body curved against him. He may not have enough will power to stop, but he could make sure she enjoyed the experience. He kissed her lips nibbling and teasing with his tongue. His mouth followed the path of his fingers, Skimming down her neck, and over her shoulders tracing little wet patterns on her skin with her tongue, tracing the flesh at the edge of her collar. He found the hollow at the base of her throat and brushed his tongue over it making her shudder. His lips tormented her as the worked his way back up her neck to nibble her earlobe, his warm breath caressing the curved shell and making her shiver. She moaned quietly and let him push her back onto the bed. His fingers stroking her body awakening it to sensations it had never known. With tenderness he took one nipple between his lips his fingers running lightly over the other. She shivered as he pulled his mouth away and the air cooled the wet point he watched it tighten before engulfing it once more in the warm wet cavern of his mouth. Her back arched pressing more of the flesh into his mouth; His tongue teased her aureole, teeth tugging gently at the nipple, His fingers mirrored the pattern on the other breast, she gasped and writhed underneath him. He released her breast, only to take the other immediately between his lips to give it the same attention. 

His free hand slowly traced patterns down over her quivering stomach, dipping briefly into her belly button and tickling lightly. Slipping his hands to the top of her legs, teasing her curls, she groaned and parted her legs for him. He looked at her, her eyes were closed and her face glowed with pleasure, a smile hovering over her lips as she gasped as moaned her back arching and relaxing as he sucked powerfully on her nipple.

His hand crawled over her skin and slipped between her lips to caress her petals. She bucked slightly, involuntarily against him, and whimpered. Slowly teasingly he parted her lips and rubbed his fingers over her. Her eyes flew open, wide with surprise as lightening coursed through her body. He slipped one long finger into her stroking her slowly to a frenzy of passion his thumb caressing the bud of her rose as it peeked out of its hiding place. She writhed under his skilled hands, her body began to open up to him and he slipped another finger into her warm wet heat 

The orgasm built inside her and slithered out like liquid molten gold surprising her with an intense fall of pleasure like nothing she had never known before. He smiled as he watched he writhe on the bed. He leant down to kisser her as she came back to earth; giving herself to him she parted her lips and kissed him back. He felt a bolt of pleasure spear through him and he knew he had to have her, to feel him move underneath him. 

He ended the kiss and stood up, off the bed his eyes locking with hers as he began to undo the ties on his shirt. She liked her lips as he exposed her chest to her. It was smooth and golden, tanned by hours of sword practice in conditions too hot to wear a shirt. The muscles defined and flexing as he pulled his arms from the sleeves he heard her breath hitch as he removed his belt letting it fall to he floor with a clatter. His fingers moved to the fastenings of his breaches and he caught her eyes, she swallowed and he smiled comfortingly as he peeled the leather down his legs, he wore nothing underneath them and his manhood sprung free her eyes widened at the sight and her tongue flicked over her lips again, her eyes wide. Stepping out of his trousers he moved back to the bed. 

Tentatively her hand moved, she had to touch him, but she couldn’t say why. He gasped as her fingers ran over him curiously exploring biting his lips he watched her face as she stroked his length and rubbed the tip. Her eyes fixed on the throbbing flesh before her. Her face was a picture on innocent concentration as she explored every inch of him he looked into his face and blushed furiously, but he smiled encouragingly. 

Her hand tensed in embarrassment and he groaned, suddenly she smiled taking a firmer grip she began to rub her hand up and down watching his face. When he closed his eyes and threw his head back her grin got wider, she recognised his groans from her early ones and doubled her efforts. With a groan he pulled himself free of her hands and took several deep breaths. When he looked in to her now pouting face he laughed. A slow flush crawled over her skin and she looked away. Taking her chin he turned her back to him and kissed her fiercely.

“If you had continued but a moment more, my little Raven, then I would have been spent, and as much as your hands pleased me I want to give you more, much more.” Reaching down he slipped his fingers over her and into her caressing her clit gently, still sensitive she bucked on to his hand and he felt the moisture drip over his fingers. Pulling he hand away, he slipped his fingers between his lips, his tongue licking her essence from his fingers. He groaned at the taste, and stretched himself out on the beside her, slowly he began to kiss his way down her body pausing briefly at her breasts making her arch against him. Her uninhibited reactions sending desire coursing through him. 

She tensed momentarily as he pressed his lips to her heat, but relaxed as she felt his tongue flick out and taste her wetness the tip catching the little nub at the top of her opening. A startled groan slipped from her lips and when she jerked against him he began to devour her, the taste of her sweetness making him light headed, his tongue flicked all over her, his lips caressing her as he explored her petals sucking them briefly before moving on. She bucked against him as he slipped his tongue inside her and began to press herself against his face. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she moaned her breath coming out in mewling gasps. 

The sound of her pleasure spurred him on and he sucked the bundle of nerves into is mouth simultaneously he slipped two fingers into her, stroking her heat making her squirm and thrash. He felt her muscles flex around his fingers as the orgasm began to course through her. He lapped at her drinking her honey as pleasure rippled through her. Moving slowly he shifted up her body, till he was positioned at her entrance. He covered her mouth with his swallowing the sounds of her gratification. When he felt her body go limp under his, he flexed his hips entering her slightly, just the tip of his flesh entering her.