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The Sleepover

By: dowd_elwood_p



Under the kitchen table, Claire's knee pressed up against my leg yet again. "Stop it," I whispered angrily and shifted away.

It was really annoying. I was trying to do our homework assignment, and it was getting late. Heaven knows that neither Claire, who was sitting to my right, nor Stephanie, who was around the corner of the table on my left, was going to contribute.

We were all 18 years old and going to a church-run College, but sometimes the girls acted like real children. Someone once told me that our conservative, religious upbringings made us naïve and uninformed about the ways of the world, but I preferred to think of us as uncorrupted. Although, I have to admit that there were some areas of life in which we were especially unindoctrinated, such as in ... sex. And sometimes, when we were confronted by these topics, we got giddy and childish. But on this night, I was convinced that the girls were just being a pain in the neck!

The knee returned. "Claire!" I snapped, "Stop it!" My display of annoyance caused both girls to giggle.

I have never gotten used to being in the company of these two beautiful school friends. Claire, with her high cheekbones, small sharp nose, lush shoulder-length black hair and tight little body, looked like Courtney Cox's little sister; while Stephanie, with her full lips, bouncy curly hair, ample breasts and exotic brown skin, looked like a really young Beyoncé Knowles. Sitting with them in Claire's family kitchen made me nervously distracted.

"What's wrong, Timmy?" Claire poked me in the side of the ribs with the end of her pencil. "Hmm?" Poke. "Hmm?" Poke.

"Don't!" I flinched away from her jabs.

Claire and Stephanie always chose me to be in their study groups because I was the class nerd. This meant that I would end up doing the assignments for them, resulting in high marks for all of us. But my efforts often came at the expense of considerable teasing ... and certainly not with any academic assistance from them. Actually, I preferred it that way, and I prayed that they would just gossip with each other for a while.

"Awww ... What's wrong?" Claire asked pityingly, moving her hand up under my arm. "Are you TICKLISH?!!" Suddenly, she gripped my side.

"Hey!" I cried and jerked my body away. "Stop it!"

"Shhh ...," Claire cautioned. "My mother will hear us."

Claire's mother was in the living room next door, probably reading the Bible or something. Claire, like the rest of us, had been brought up in an ultra-conservative, religiously fundamentalist family environment. A couple of years ago, her father had died, and since then, her mother had become less restrictive. She was in her mid-forties, had short hair and dressed prudishly ... or at least, she used to.

Some of the guys at school have said that Mrs. Wilmot is actually quite a fox, and I had to admit that she is pretty attractive, but I tried not to think about it. To me, she was just Claire's mother – which was a problem, because recently, she seemed to be touching me and kissing my cheek more than she had done in the past or than I thought was appropriate. ... No, she was just Claire's mother.

"Hey, Steph," Claire whispered across the table, "You know what I did after history class this morning?"

Excellent! Maybe they would talk to each other and leave me alone now. I returned my attention to the math proof in front of me and tried to recapture my train of thought.

"I'll give you one hint," Claire continued, "I was with Billy Turner." ... I could tell where this conversation was going – boys and relationships and holding hands and yuck.

"Oh my gawd," Stephanie giggled excitedly, "Tell me; tell me; tell me!"

"Well, he took me behind the bleachers," Claire explained with equal excitement, "And we ... kissed!"

My ears picked up. The three of us had had sheltered upbringings in this conservative community, what with overbearing parents and private religious schools and the like, so none of us had much experience with such promiscuous activities as kissing. And now that we were all 18 years old, we were mature enough to realize that kissing is something to be avoided until marriage ... because, of course, of the risk of pregnancy.

"No way!" Stephanie exclaimed.

"We kissed for FIVE minutes," Claire bragged, holding up five fingers to emphasize the accomplishment, "And you know what?" Claire paused for effect. "He put his tongue in my mouth."

"Ewww!" Stephanie observed. ... My thought exactly.

"No, it was exciting!"

"Really? What did you do?"

"I sucked on it a bit."

"Ewww!" Stephanie re-emphasized. ... Again, I had to agree.

Claire leaned across the table towards Stephanie and lowered her already quiet voice. "And you know what else ...?"

Both Claire and Stephanie were wearing white cotton blouses and plaid pleated skirts as required by our school, and when Claire leaned forward, her top spread open to display her cleavage in front of my face. Shocked, I wanted to look away, but I found myself mesmerized by the lace border of her bra that delicately supported her soft breasts and delineated the "shouldn't look at" from the "mustn't look at" areas of her bosom. I started to blush.

"He got a bulge in the front of his pants," she whispered.

"He what?" Stephanie asked incredulously.

"Yeah. Something was poking up down there, and he had to cover it with his books," Claire explained, "Then he had trouble walking away. He kinda limped ... you know."

"He got a boner," Stephanie explained.

"A what?" Claire asked.

"An erection," I interjected ... which was a mistake. I shouldn't have gotten involved in th conversation.

Claire sat back in her seat and looked at me. "What's that?"

Oh, jeez. Now what was I going to do? I didn't want to talk about this. "It's ... well ... It's ... uhh ..." I was getting choked up. In fact, something was beginning to happen in my pants. "Well, it's when a guy gets ... you know ... nervous or excited and stuff, and it ... he ... it gets bigger."

"What gets bigger?" Claire continued to seek an explanation.

"His wiener," Stephanie helped me out, grinning at my obvious embarrassment.

"Really?!!" Claire expressed her amazement. "Guys' thingees get big and hard like that?"

"Yeah," Stephanie went on, "I saw it happen to my brother once. He was on his bed playing with his wiener, and it got all hard and red."

"So what did he do?" Claire pursued the subject.

"Well, he started rubbing it faster, but when he saw me, he slammed the door in my face," Stephanie added, "I think that, when a guy's thing gets hard, it hurts, so he has to rub it to make it feel better." ... We really shouldn't be talking about this. I was getting pretty uncomfortable.

Claire looked thoughtful, as she processed this new information, and then she looked at me. "Do you ever get a boner, Timmy?" Claire asked, leaning in.

"Well, sure, someti...," I started to answer and then noticed the closeness of Claire's face to mine, which made me look away and blush, "Ummm ... sometimes I guess." Little did they know that I was getting one as we talked.

"When?"

"I don't know. I guess when I think about girls or something."

"When you play with your wiener, does it get hard?"

"I guess ... I mean no ... I mean you're not supposed to play with it."

"Timmy ... show us yours. I wanna see it get hard," Claire ordered. ... She didn't just say that, did she?

"No, Claire," Stephanie pre-empted us, "Your mom might come in."

"Oh, yeah," Claire thought, "Well then, let's go into the washroom and pull his pants down. We can watch him play with it and see if it gets hard." ... Oh my gawd!! What was I getting into? Unfortunately, my penis was at a downward angle in my pants, and as it got firmer, it pushed harder and harder against an immovable wall of fabric ... and it was beginning to hurt. I tried to shift around to free it, but Claire was pressing in close to me.

"Won't your mother suspect something if we all disappear?" Stephanie warned.

"Maybe ... hmmm ...," Claire contemplated and then finally suggested, "Well, we have no choice. Let's just undo his pants under the table and pull it out quickly. Here ..."

"What?!!" I gasped and scrambled to fend off Claire's probing hands. Then, I swung around to stop Stephanie's attack from the other side, and then I had to defend against both of them at once. It became a real mêlée. I kept pushing their hands away, but they kept reaching in.

"Come on, Timmy," Claire pleaded while flailing frantically to gain access, "We just want a quick peek."

Our hands were urgently grasping and slapping and twisting. Twice, I pulled a hand off my zipper tab, and at some point in the struggle, the end of my belt got pulled through a loop.

"Claire ... hold his hands!" Stephanie called for support, "I almost had it that time!"

It was getting to be too much for me. I was about to give up when, from the next room, Claire's mother shrieked, "Oh my goodness! Have you noticed it outside?" ... I was saved, and the struggle quelled.

"I'm sorry, Mom?" Claire called back. She looked side-long at me as if to say that my reprieve was only temporary, but she settled back into her seat nonetheless.

Mrs. Wilmot entered the kitchen. "The weather," she explained, "I wasn't paying attention, but it's snowing like crazy out there." She sounded a bit worried. "Stephanie, I'm going to phone your mom and let her know that you'll be staying here tonight. It's not safe to be outside when it's this bad," she declared. "You too, Timothy," she said, placing a hand on the back of my neck and massaging it a bit. ... Arghh. She was touching me again. It felt weird and uncomfortable.

While Mrs. Wilmot made her calls, Claire and Stephanie looked at each other with sly grins ... probably because they thought school would be cancelled tomorrow. I was happy because this was going to give me more time to work on our assignment ... as long as my study partners behaved themselves. I worried for a minute that they might try teasing me again later in the night but convinced myself that they had gotten it out of their systems.

*** The Good-Night Kiss ***

"Do you have anything I can wear for bed?" Stephanie asked Claire.

Claire's face lit up. "Yeah," she replied a little excitedly, "I have some new stuff that you haven't seen yet. You can try it on." Then turning to me, she leered and asked suggestively, "Do you want to borrow anything, Timmy?"

I turned bright red. "No ...," I replied meekly.

"Well, both your mothers know you're staying," Mrs. Wilmot announced as she hung up the phone and re-joined us.

"Mom?" Claire asked, "Timmy said that he wants to stay in our room tonight. Can I go get the sleeping bag?"

I whipped my head around at Claire. What the heck was she talking about? I was being set up! Then I looked back sheepishly at her mother, who was glowering down at me. I wanted to protest, but it seemed to be too late.

"I don't think that would be a very good idea, Timothy," she said deprecatingly and with a little nervous tension in her voice.

"I do," Claire protested. "We still have work to do, and we can talk about it in our room tonight."

"No, Claire. It wouldn't be appropriate."

"Why?"

"Because boys and girls shouldn't sleep in the same room before they're married."

"But why?"

"Because things could happen."

"What things?"

"Well, things that boys and girls shouldn't do unless they're married. ... Things that ... Well, things that aren't going to happen tonight because Timothy is not sleeping in your room. Now, why don't you and Stephanie run along and get ready for bed, while Timothy helps me make up the guest room. ... Let's go. Chop, chop."

"O-kay," Claire said with a little pout, but then she grabbed Stephanie by the hand, and the two of them hurried off to Claire's bedroom to try on clothes and get changed.

Mrs. Wilmot smoothed the hair on the back of my head and beckoned me to follow her. ... She was touching me again! Luckily, my erection had subsided enough for me to stand, although I got up slowly just to be safe.

As we made our way to the guest room, I could hear giggling coming through Claire's closed door, directly across the hall. Mrs. Wilmot and I entered the guest room, and she shut the door behind us. She turned down the bed, assuring herself that there were clean sheets there already, and then faced me. "I'm sorry that I don't have anything for you to put on," she said, "Do you mind sleeping in your underwear, Tim?"

"No, Mrs. Wilmot," I replied, "I'll be okay." Actually, I thought that it was going to feel weird. I usually wore pyjamas to bed at night, and all I had on for underwear were my boxers. That meant that I would have nothing on my top or my legs in bed. That seemed a little risqué to me; I'd be nearly naked! I made a mental note to keep the covers tucked up under my chin when I went to sleep.

"All right, then," she said, "I'm going to go get changed, and I'll be back to tuck you in." She then left and closed the door behind her.

I started unbuttoning my shirt. I thought about asking her if I could stay up and do some more work, but she seemed pretty focused on getting everyone to bed, so I decided not to rock the boat. I needed the break from the teasing of the terrible twosome anyways. They had really gotten carried away in the kitchen – bolder than they had ever been before. So maybe it would be good to let everything cool down overnight.

I folded my shirt, placed it carefully on the top of the dresser and started undoing my pants. Suddenly, there was a light scratching at my door, like the sound of a cat trying to get in. "T-i-i-i-m-m-m-e-e-e-e ...," came a soft, haunting call from the other side. I froze. Scratch, scratch, scratch. "T-i-i-i-m-m-m-e-e-e-e ...," the phantom voice beckoned again.

"Claire? Is that you?" I huffed in a stern whisper, "Stop it!"

"T-i-i-i-m-m-m-e-e-e-e ...," the mock ghoulish voice called again, "We w-a-a-n-n-t to c-o-o-m-m-e i-i-n-n-n ..." Scratch, scratch, scratch.

My pants were around my ankles, and I was afraid that the girls would burst in and see me. "Claire! Stop fooling around! I'm trying to get changed."

Scratch, scratch, scratch, ... "We're un-der-wear ghoooosts, and we wa-a-a-ant to possesssss your un-der-paaaants. Woooo-oooo-ooo ..." Unfortunately for Claire's stunt, Stephanie couldn't maintain her composure and started snorting through the top of her nose, which caused them both to start giggling. Suddenly, the noise of a doorknob turning down the hall prompted the girls to skitter and trip back into their room, and with the soft click of their door closing, silence returned to the hallway.

Jeez!! That meant that Claire's mother was on her way back, and I was standing in the middle of the room almost completely undressed. I hurriedly removed my pants and sox, and threw them carelessly on top of my shirt. Then I launched myself across the room, dived under the covers and pulled the sheets up under my chin ... just as my door opened.

Claire's mom entered. She was wearing a long white fleece bed shirt with a long zipper in the front. The zipper was discreetly closed almost to her neck. At first, I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something out of place about how she looked, and then I noticed that she seemed to have put on some make-up, and her hair was looser or something. Yes, she definitely had put on some lipstick.

When she walked over to my bed, I couldn't help but watch her breasts wobble under her shirt. I hadn't noticed before but they were fairly big, and at their ends, two nubs were making sizable bumps under the fleece.

She sat down on the edge of my bed, and I suddenly felt very nervous inside. Something was twinging in my lower abdomen, and my erection was returning. She wasn't going to touch me again, was she? I kept telling myself that it was just Claire's mom, but she looked ... different.

Mrs. Wilmot leaned across my body and looked down at me. I could have sworn that I smelled perfume. Then, across the hall, Claire's door opened by a crack.

"Mom?" Claire called out from her room.

"Yes, dear," her mother replied.

"Can Steph and I come say good-night to Timmy?"

Mrs. Wilmot stared down at me. There was something weird about her look. Her eyes sparkled or something, and her face was intense. She also seemed to be breathing more deeply than normal ... but then I realized that I was staring at her breasts moving in and out, and so I turned my head away.

Mrs. Wilmot stood up and walked to the door. "Okay, but don't be too long," she indulged them. "I'm going to go get him a glass of water, and I want you two in bed when I return." With that, she made her way down the hall towards the kitchen.

Claire's door opened, and the pair of trouble-makers scampered into my room. ... And when I saw what they were wearing, I was shocked. Claire approached my bed first, wearing a shimmering little pink thing that looked like a slip, but it barely went below her naughty area. In fact, when she walked, it rode up and down on her body, and I could see that her panties were only a little pink triangle of fabric that barely covered her no-no. The top's thin straps looked barely able to hold it up, and its soft cups were fully filled out by her breasts. Around her neck, she wore a lace choker, and all around the edges of the slip, there was lace as well. Altogether, it looked like something a little girl half her age would wear to bed, and I almost expected her to pull a teddy bear out from behind her back.

Just before Claire sat down on the edge of the bed, I noticed that her nipples were poking up under the light material. I was really feeling uncomfortable now. My stomach was turning, and my penis was getting really hard. I shouldn't be looking at the things that I was seeing, so I turned my head ... towards Stephanie.

Stephanie had on what looked to be a set of boy's underwear – white underpants and a white sleeveless undershirt – but they were both very, very small. The undershirt stopped above her bellybutton, and the underpants wrapped around her hips like a small elastic bandage, which clung snugly to every nook and curve of her lower area. The thin white cotton material on Stephanie's dark skin seemed almost transparent, and when I looked up at her plump jiggly breasts, I was shocked to see two large, round, dark patches where I knew her nipples were located. I jerked my head down to not stare at them but ended up looking at her naughty area, where the stretchy material revealed that she had a couple of swollen bumps between her legs. They sort of looked like a pair of fat lips on their side.

I spun my head around to stare directly at the ceiling. I had to stop looking at bad things. ... But then, Claire leaned over me, and her face came into view. She had this really weird grin that looked kind of evil. Oh why wasn't her mother back yet?!!


I strained to hear where Mrs. Wilmot was, and in the distance, I heard her talking to someone. Who in the world could she be talking to? ... Yikes! She was on the phone! How long was she going to be?!!

"Timmy?" Claire began. "Steph and I just want to say good-night to you. Why are you acting so shy?"

I squirmed and whimpered. Claire's face continued to hover over me.

"I thought you might want a kiss good-night," Claire said sweetly. "Steph? Don't you think we should give Timmy a kiss good-night?"

Stephanie had positioned herself by the open door and was staring worriedly down the hallway. "Claire! Your mother will be back any second."

"Well, I think that she would want us to kiss Timmy good-night," Claire said and then leaned towards my face. I closed my eyes, and then a soft pair of lips pressed lightly onto mine. My head was swimming. The lips pressed on again, but this time, they opened a bit and dragged across the top of my lips. The friction tingled. And then they did it again. ... Oh gawd! This was sinful. She was going to get struck by lightening, and I was going to get pregnant! ... or ... er ... the other way around ...


The Sleepover



"Timmy," Claire whispered to me, "Don't be so rigid. Stop clenching your mouth."

I tried to comply, and on the next kiss, our lips mushed into each other. It actually felt pretty good ... but it was bad, bad, bad ... Suddenly, something soft pushed and probed into my mouth. I opened my eyes in a start but could only see Claire's closed eyes.

Claire sat up and beckoned Stephanie to join us. Stephanie, casting another doubtful gaze down the hall, was hesitant, but she eventually came over. She stood beside the bed and bent over my face. I closed my eyes again.

Stephanie's lips were big and full. It was a completely different sensation. She was a bit more forceful and smacky. She kissed me quickly over and over and over, and I began to suspect that she had more experience than she was letting on.

Enough! ... I had to be the sober person here, so I turned my head away from them. "Where are you going, little boy?" Claire said, grabbing my chin and turning my head back. But I swung my head away again.

Claire sighed. Then, she pointed to a spot on my cheek and said to Stephanie, "Here. Kiss him right here." Stephanie planted a little smick of a kiss on the target. Then Claire pointed to a spot on my chin, and Stephanie kissed it. Then Claire pointed to a place on my neck ... a place that I didn't realize was so sensitive ... and Stephanie kissed it. Wow! It felt just like an intense tickle. I squirmed and let out a little whimper. ... That was an unfortunate reaction to have revealed.

"Whoa!!" Claire exclaimed, "He liked that!" Stephanie leaned in and went nuts. She kissed and kissed and sucked on the tender spot and all around it. I squirmed and whined. Then Claire leaned over my turned head and started kissing my lips again, but this time, she was more forceful. Everything was spinning out of control. Lips were landing with great rapidity. "Mmm, mmm," Claire whined into my mouth. Electric currents were running up and down my body. My neck was being teased mercilessly, and my lips were being violated. I couldn't make sense of all my feelings, and my hard-on was starting to rub up through my boxers against the sheets.

Then suddenly, the sound of a telephone handset being cradled brought everything to a halt. The two sexual assaulters sprang to their feet and crossed the room. In the distance, the sound of running water suggested that Mrs. Wilmot was filling my glass in the kitchen.

Claire poked her head out the doorway and confirmed that the coast was clear. She looked over her shoulder at me and scratched on the outside of the door, moaning, "Be-ware of the un-der-wear ghoooosts! Woo-oo-oo-oo!" Then, she scampered across the hall into her room, followed closely by Stephanie. I could hear them giggling as they closed their door, and then, in the safety of their room, they burst into laughter.

The sensation of violation reverberated on my lips and neck and then slowly faded away. I lay on my back staring blankly at the ceiling, and my erection throbbed in my boxers. I pulled the sheets up tighter under my chin.

*** The Tuck In ***

Mrs. Wilmot came into my room to set down the glass of water on the end table and then crossed over to check on the girls. When she returned, she shut off my overhead light, leaving only the bedside lamp on. The room became very soft and dimly lit.

Closing the door, she paused at it, with her hand on the knob. She seemed to be thinking or praying or steeling herself to do something. Eventually, she drew in a deep breath and walked over to the bed. As she sat down, I noticed that her zipper was undone to below her bellybutton ... she must have been pretty warm.

I tried not to look between the unzipped open ends of her shirt. I determined that I just needed mental discipline to ignore the temptation. I just needed to see that it was only Claire's mom. ... For example, that wasn't a cute little "inny" bellybutton with soft, tiny, pink folds of skin that I was looking at – it was only Claire's mom. And those two plump, rounded pillows of soft, pliable flesh that formed sculpted curves of light and shadow on her chest weren't tempting me to run my hands over them – it was ... it was ... um ... Claire's mom. And that delicate, pink, flawless skin with its wisps of tiny, blonde, bunny fur was not promising to yield like pudding to my fingers' soft caresses – it was ... uhhh ... it was ...

My hard penis twinged.

Mrs. Wilmot looked down at me with that same sparkly-eyed, intense look as she had had before. She leaned over my body, and her chest moved visibly in and out as if she was having trouble breathing. "You ... uh ..." She cleared her throat. "Are you settled?" she asked with a bit of a raspy voice.

"Yes, Mrs. Wilmot," I responded shyly.

"Do you ... um ... need anything else?" she asked falteringly.

"No," I replied.

"No," she repeated immediately after me. "Then you're good ... you're okay ... I ...uh ... I should then go then ...," she stumbled over her words.

She continued staring at me. I didn't know what to do. "Good night," I offered.

"Good ni..." she started to say and then leaned slowly towards my face. She stopped and started to sit back up but then continued forward. When our noses were almost touching, she whispered, "Good night," and then gave me a little peck on the lips.

She did not lift up again. I could feel her breath on my mouth and in my nostrils as she hovered just above me. Then she lowered herself again and enveloped my lips with her mouth. She dragged her lips around and over top of my lips, mushing them together. When she finished, she moaned, "Mmmm ..." Then she kissed me again ... and then again ... and then again. Her lips mushed and slipped and pressed and slurped. It was wet and slippery and ... and ... wonderful. I shouldn't have been enjoying it so much.

Suddenly, she bolted upright and looked back at me in fear. She zipped up her shirt in a single quick pull, jumped up, and strode towards the door. Grabbing the knob, she turned and pulled on it, but her other hand held the door closed. She let her forehead fall against the back of the hand holding the door, and she paused in reflection, idly turning and releasing the knob. Finally, she backed away from the door, undid her zipper, and returned to the bed. ... Why was she coming back?!! This didn't feel right!

Sitting down on the bed, she took in a big breath and let it out slowly. Then she ran a finger through my bangs to comb them into line. She cleared her throat. "You seem a little ... hot, Timothy," she said softly, not looking into my eyes.

"No," I said, pulling the top of my sheets more firmly up under my chin. I didn't like where this was going. "I'm fine."

"But you're sweating, Timothy," she observed. "You'll overheat. We should get some of these covers off you."

"No, I ..." but before I could say any more, she pulled the sheets down my body to my knees. Cool air suddenly settled onto my exposed skin. I now had only the thin cotton of my boxers between my naked body and a real, flesh-and-blood woman. In my shorts, my agitated penis pushed impatiently at the loose flaps of my fly in an attempt to see what the excitement was. I felt entirely helpless and vulnerable.

Mrs. Wilmot looked at my jutting boxers out of the corner of her eye and then scanned back to my face. "Ti- ... Timothy," she strained to speak, "I know how difficult it can be for boys your age." Her hand began to trace a line from my ear down my neck towards my chest, and then she stopped. "I know that sometimes it can be very, very frustrating." Her hand started drawing little figures on my upper chest. "Do you ... I mean ... Have you ever ... uh ... done things with Claire?"

"Things, Mrs. Wilmot? What kind of things?"

Her finger traced up and down the centreline of my chest. It tickled but it also felt naughty. I grew worried. "Well, things that would ... um ... relieve your frustration," she clarified.

I still wasn't following her. Go jogging? "Maybe. I don't really understand what you mean."

Her hand repeatedly smoothed the skin over my stomach towards my side, as if she was trying to stretch it into place. "Well, has she ever touched your penis, for example?" Her hand paused in mid glide after she asked the question, and she cocked an ear towards me, waiting for my reply.

"No, Mrs. Wilmot!" I was offended by the question. I knew what was right and wrong. No girl had ever touched me down there, and no girl will ever touch me there until I get married ... guaranteed.

Mrs. Wilmot breathed out a large sigh and went back to petting my stomach. She seemed relieved but still a little nervous. I was more than just a little nervous. "You know, Timothy." She avoided looking in my eyes again. "I'm available to help ..." She cleared her throat again. "... to ... um ... help you when you get like this ... when you get tense like this," she said cryptically. "You shouldn't just try to ignore it, or things will get backed up and become sore and maybe even rupture. I want you to know that you can a-a-a-ask ..." She coughed. "... ask me for help when you need it."

What the heck was she talking about? "What will get sore, Mrs. Wilmot? What's going to burst?" I asked.

Her breathing started getting heavy again, and her hand skittered with friction across the skin of my stomach towards the waistband of my shorts. Looking down, she lifted her hand over top of the fly of my boxers. She was breathing heavily through her mouth, and it sounded like she was in the middle of a running race. With her thumb and forefinger, she peeled back one of the flaps of the fly, allowing my hard cock to push into view.

I was absolutely shocked! I wanted to cover it with my hands, but I couldn't move. She was looking at it! She was looking at it!! It was hot and pulsing in the embarrassment of being exposed.

Its appearance had an electric effect on her. She drew in a sharp breath, planted her hand firmly on my stomach, and slid it roughly under the waistband of my shorts. She curled her fingers around my pole, retrieving it back through the fly, and squeezed. ... She was TOUCHING it!!! ... Then she whimpered and looked sharply into my eyes. She had a panicked look, like she was losing control. I got scared.

She flopped forward onto the bed, laying on top of my arm and pinning my hand under her – down where I don't think my hand should ever be. With my penis in her grasp, she jerked her hand forcefully in and out of the top of my shorts, and with another whimper, she threw her mouth onto my lips and began to ravage them. The faster she jerked, the harder she kissed; and the harder she kissed, the faster she jerked. Her whimpers turned into a rhythmic moan. Jerk and jerk and kiss and kiss.

The whole bed was shaking. My body was being forced back and forth. ... No, it was her body that was moving up and down, causing the bed to rock. She had one leg over the side of the bed, and her hips were grinding her lower body into my hand through her shirt. Something soft was rubbing on top of my knuckles. "Ungh ... ungh ...," she moaned into my mouth with her kisses.

I didn't know what was going on. Her hand was hot with friction on my cock's skin. Along the inside hardness of my erection, the nerves were stretching excitedly against each thrust and then eagerly anticipating each next pull. A feeling welled up at the base of my penis that signalled to my brain, "Bang, it's coming ... bang, it's coming ...," but I didn't know what was about to happen. Something was bubbling in my balls. ... And then ... AAHHH!! ... And then everything below my waist suddenly seized. My thighs and calves contracted, and some gunky liquid rushed through my penis and spurted out the end. The gripping and liquid came in spasms ... three ... uhmmff ... four ... uhmmff ... and my hips lifted with each shot so that my cock could push against her grip ... five ... uhmmff ... six ... uhnnnnmmff ...

My body stopped jerking, but hers didn't. She kept bearing down on my knuckles. "Ungh ... ungh ... ungh ..." The bed pushed up and back. She had quit kissing me, but several times tried to go back to it. She would get a kiss in and then screw up her face and moan again. "Ungh ... ungh ... ungh ..." All of a sudden, she sped up ... "Un-un-un-un-un ...," and then she pressed down in one final, firm push. Her face grimaced, but no sounds came out of her mouth. I could see the muscles in her throat tighten. Finally, all the tension in her body released all at once, and she collapsed on top of my arm.

We both lay there in the dimly lit room with only our laboured breathing to disturb the silence. My energy entirely spent, I melted into the bed. Blood that had pumped repeatedly into my head during my spasms seeped slowly back into my body.

I felt drained. I knew that the floor was soon going to open up into a fiery gash, and Satan was going to escort us to our new home, but I was too tired to care. I looked down in amazement at the novelty of a woman lying in bed with me ... on me. Her back was rising and falling slowly with her breathing. I reached over and touched her hair to convince myself that I wasn't dreaming.

Mrs. Wilmot finally stirred. She sat up slowly and gripped together the ends of her unzipped shirt. She avoided looking at me. Extending her arm in front of her and turning it over, she inspected the spatter damage from whatever I had spurted earlier. I wanted to apologize, but I was still too stunned to speak, not to mention exhausted.

She stood up slowly and zipped up her shirt as high as it could go. She still avoided looking at me. "Timothy," she said solemnly, "You must never tell anyone about this, especially Claire. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Wilmot," I said meekly.

She rushed back to the bed and grabbed my shoulders roughly. "I mean it, Tim!" she said agitatedly, "No one must ever know. You must promise me."

"I won't tell anyone," I replied fearfully, "I promise, Mrs. Wilmot." Who would believe me anyways? I wasn't even sure myself that it had really happened.

She calmed down. She let go of my arms and brushed her hand gently across my cheek. "Good," she said with a relieved smile and then leaned down to give me a little kiss on the lips. She hovered over my mouth for a second, her eyes looking into mine, and then pushed herself up again. "Let me go get a washcloth to clean you up." And with that, she left.

This had certainly been an eventful night, but I knew that it couldn't get any weirder than this. She would clean me up, and I would go to sleep, and in the morning, we would all get up and go to school. If I pretended that none of this had ever happened, then I could be a good boy again ... and everything would go back to normal.

Mrs. Wilmot returned with the wet washcloth, which she wiped over my chest. The cloth felt warm and comforting. At one point, she swiped the cloth under my boxers around my groin, which tickled and made me giggle, but she didn't stay down there too long. She seemed to be smiling and lightening up.

"Timothy," she said idly, as she went slowly over my chest again, "There's something else that I want you to do for me."

"What's that, Mrs. Wilmot?"

"I want you to come and ... When ...," she searched for the right words, "From now on, Timothy, whenever you get tense or aroused, I want you to know that you can come and ... um ... talk to me."

Huh?? "I don't know what you mean by 'aroused,' Mrs. Wilmot."

"Well, when your penis gets hard like it was tonight, for example."

I flushed. My goodness! Why would I do that?!! I get embarrassed enough when it gets hard. How could I possibly go and talk to her about it? "You mean like phone you or something?"

"No, Timothy," she corrected me, "You must come and see me." Her wiping was going over old ground now and was going lower and lower on my torso. "I want you to agree to come and see me whenever you start getting a lot of hard-ons. ... But you can't tell anyone about it. It has to be our little secret."

I really didn't get what the point of this was. Did she want to become my therapist or something? "Like when?"

"Like when Claire has to go to work after school, or when she has a class and you don't, or ... later tonight if it happens." The washcloth was starting to slip under my waistband. ... Later tonight? I'd be sleeping later tonight.

Whatever. "Sure, Mrs. Wilmot. I promise that I'll come see you." Anything to get her to leave.

She smiled broadly and stood up. Then she pulled the covers up over me and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. "Sweet dreams, my little lover," she quipped ... oddly ..., turned off the lamp and walked towards the door. She seemed to have cheered up a lot from earlier. If nothing else, her step had more spring in it. Before she left, she turned to me, bit her bottom lip with a grin and unzipped her shirt playfully in one quick movement all the way down. Snickering, she skipped out the door and shut it behind her.

It was finally dark and quiet in the room. With all that had happened, I was exhausted, and I had no trouble drifting ... drifting ... drifting ... into a deep ... restful ...

*** The Raid ***

In my dreams, Mrs. Wilmot's hand pumping on my penis caused the bed to rise off the ground and float into the air. "If you wear a sheet, a slipping sheet, instead of underwear," she said, "You'll be a ghost, an underwear ghost."

The more she pumped, the higher we rose. We levitated like ghosts over the house and lifted into the sky. Her face was over top of mine, and her eyes were staring into me. They were big and dark, and then they turned into an owl's eyes. "Whoo-whoo ...," she called, as her big owl eyes blinked slowly, "Whoo-whoo ..."

I looked down and saw that I was an owl too. My body was covered in feathers, not underwear. "Whoo-whoo ...," she beckoned, as she flew off into the sky. I wanted to follow her. "Whoo-whoo ..." I slid my body off of the bed to spread my wings and soar in behind her. "Whoo-whoo ..." The sheets slipped away from my body – over my chest – as I slid off the bed. "I'm coming, Owl Wilmot. I'm coming to fly with you ... Whoo-whoo ... whoo-whoo ..." Sliding ...

My eyelids flickered in the dark, as reality seeped into my consciousness. Bed sheets were sliding down my chest, and Claire's disembodied voice was calling to me from out of the darkness, "Woooo ... wooo ... The un-der-wear ghooosts are here ... wooo ..."

The sheets were at my stomach by the time I realized what was happening. "HEY!" I gasped. By reflex, I grabbed the sheets and yanked on them, but someone was pulling hard on the other end. We tugged with each other for a while, and I managed to stop the sheets' progress, at least.

"Claire?!!" I whispered firmly, "What the heck are you doing?"

Two giggles at the bottom of the bed finally revealed the location of my intruders, but I couldn't see them very clearly in the dark. They were both pulling on the sheets, and I doubted if I could hold out against their combined strength.

Suddenly, a body flopped on top of me, causing the bed springs to compress and whinge with the added weight. Claire sat heavily on my stomach and towered over me in the dark. Then, with the sure movement of a martial artist, she swung both of her hands into my sides and gripped forcefully at the vulnerable, ticklish skin that she had targetted.

I squirmed and bucked ... "Aarghhh!" ... but there wasn't much I could do, and I began to panic. I immediately let go of the sheets, which quickly disappeared off of my body, and flailed my arms about wildly trying to pin her hands to my sides or push her arms out of the way.

Claire gripped again ... "Aarghhh!" ... but then had to let go to defend against my swinging arms. Our hands gripped and tussled. Clenches were broken and then re-applied. The room filled with the sound of the frenetic scuffing and slapping of skin. Lower on my now uncovered body, Stephanie placed her hands on my knees to steady herself as she climbed onto the bed and sat down on my shins.




The Sleepover



Claire finally manoeuvred first one of my hands and then the other one under her knees, pinning them into submission. The two girls both straddled my body; I was now at their mercy. Although I couldn't see their faces, I imagined that they were beaming with victory.

I started getting an anxious feeling in my stomach, and my legs felt weak and quivery. "Claire," I tried to bring sense and order to this anarchy, "You have to stop. What's going on? What are you doing?"

Claire giggled, "Anything we want to now, Timmy."

I convulsed my body, but my hands, stomach and legs were all pinned.

Claire leaned forward until her face was over top of mine. Her weight transferred onto her knees and into my hands, which hurt. She ran a finger through my hair playfully. "I don't know, Steph. What shall we do with him?" Claire mused. "Hmm? ... Ya know, he didn't want to show us his thingee before. Maybe we should take a look at it now."

"That sounds like a plan," Stephanie concurred, as she dragged her fingernails up and down the tops of my thighs, pushing up on the bottom hems of my shorts. ... Oh, gawd! This was getting dangerous. ... Then, without warning, Stephanie got up and yanked my boxers down my legs. My penis flopped helplessly into the open.

With Stephanie off of my legs, I tried convulsing again. I almost bucked Claire off my stomach, but Stephanie managed to scramble back onto my legs in time. Tiring, I settled back down.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Claire clucked her tongue at me. "Where did you think you were going? We're not through with you yet."

"Claire!" I barked. And with all the sternness I could muster and with the moral authority that the situation gave me, I commanded them, "This! ... has gone! ... too far! You must stop now! ... and leave my room!"

There was a quiet lull, and then Claire snorted loudly and uncontrollably. The sudden breaking of silence in the quiet room, coupled with the perceived silliness of my statement, caused Stephanie and then Claire herself to crack up into uninhibited laughing. It was their undoing. The more they heard themselves laughing against their wills, the funnier it seemed to them, especially as they tried to muffle themselves from being overheard by Claire's mother. I could feel their weight lifting off my body, but I didn't have to wrestle to free myself because they ended up rolling off me on their own.

Holding their mouths and their stomachs, they made their way to the door, trying desperately to calm down. But each time they seemed to stop, the ensuing silence made them laugh again. It was so infectious that I even started giggling myself, despite the seriousness of their offence.

Finally, they stood relatively composed at the door, breathing hard and preparing to dart across the hall. Claire looked over to me and said, "Oh, by the way, you're probably going to want to come and get these." I really couldn't see what she was holding up across the dark room, but I didn't have to see her to know. She had my boxers in her hand.

"I'm not going over there," I scoffed, "You can keep 'em." They couldn't out-strategize me.

"Okay ...," Claire said sceptically, "But you should start thinking about how you're going to explain them to my mom when she finds them on our floor in the morning." And with that, the two of them crossed back to their room. ... Drat!! How clever was that? How come she couldn't be that smart when we're doing assignments?

I flopped back on my bed and drew the sheets over me. I couldn't go over there. I would be walking into their trap. And what if Mrs. Wilmot woke up and found me standing naked in their room? ... But I couldn't not go and get my shorts. I was dead.

Suddenly, my door opened ... "What's going on in here?" Claire's mother asked accusingly.

"Nothing, Mrs. Wilmot," I replied, startled.

"Were you up out of bed?" she continued her interrogation.

"No, Mrs. Wilmot, I haven't gotten up," I answered truthfully.

She crossed over to the girls' room. "Why is there so much racket?" she asked sternly.

"Nothing, Mom," Claire replied, "Steph just told me a joke, and we were laughing."

"Well, settle down. It's late, and you've got school tomorrow," her mother warned.

"The joke was about this boy who lost his underpants," Claire explained, raising her voice. ... What the heck was she doing?!!

"Never mind," her mother interrupted, "I don't need to hear it. Just get to sleep now."

"Mom?" Claire called out before her mother could leave.

"Yes, dear?" her mother replied with some exasperation.

"What's that on the floor?" Claire asked coyly. ... What was she doing?!! I was dead! Dead!!

I could hear some movement in their room. In my mind, Mrs. Wilmot was picking up my boxers and fuming as she held them out in front of her scowling face. "Your slippers," she answered, "Why?"

"Oh ... I just thought they were something else. ... Good night," Claire said sweetly.

"Good night, Mrs. Wilmot," Stephanie joined in.

"Good night, girls," she acknowledged.

"Goo-oo-ood ni-igh-ght, Ti-imm-my," the girls called out across the hall in a sing-song way.

"All right. All right," Mrs. Wilmot terminated the farewells and shut their door. Standing at my door, she looked in and asked, "Are you sure you're okay, Timothy?"

"Yes, Mrs. Wilmot," I assured her.

She paused. "Do you remember what we talked about earlier?"

"Yes, Mrs. Wilmot."

She paused again. "Okay," she finally said, "Sweet dreams."

"You too," I replied and then lay back on my bed to start my worrying again. Claire must have been dropping hints to show me how serious she was. I ran through some options in my mind but came up empty. Around me in the darkness, the house settled down into a silent stillness.

*** The Counter-Attack ***

A long period of time passed. My only chance was to wait until the girls had fallen asleep. When the time felt right, I carefully got out of bed and quietly slipped on my pants. It felt weird to put on pants without wearing underwear. I had never done that before, and I found the feeling of my tender penis pressing against the cold, sharp zipper kind of thrilling.

I slowly opened my door and tip-toed across the hall. Unfortunately, I could see a faint glow leaking out from under Claire's door. I pressed my ear to the door and heard nothing on the other side. Perhaps, she had a night light, or perhaps, the girls had been waiting up for me but fell asleep. In any case, I couldn't put it off any longer; it would soon be morning.

I grasped the door knob and turned it slowly until it wouldn't turn anymore. I pushed the door open a crack. There was a light on inside, but it was very dim. I guessed that it was a lamp with a low wattage bulb or had something thrown over its shade. There was mostly silence inside; except, I thought that ... yes! ... I could hear one of them snoring lightly. I committed myself.

I stepped through the door and closed it behind me. As I turned around, my heart sank. They were both awake and staring at me. Against the wall stood a bunk bed. On the top bunk, Claire sat with her legs over the edge, smiling from ear to ear. On the bottom bunk, Stephanie laid on her side with her head propped up, continuing to make the mock snoring sounds. I was busted.

I didn't know what to do then. I could only think to reason with them. But then, Claire held my shorts up in her hand, raised them above her head and fluttered them like a flag. She teased me with them, as if she were offering a kibble to a dog if it could jump high enough to get it. But then, she swung her arm back slowly over her bunk and dropped the shorts at the far side, where the bed meets the wall.

I stared helplessly at the scene. Claire rested her hand back on her lap and motioned to me with her head where she had just dropped my prize. Neither girl moved or spoke. I approached the bed cautiously, and still neither girl flinched. Claire motioned to the boxers again with her head, so I approached closer.

Standing at the edge of the bed, I could look over the top bunk and see my shorts perched precariously on the far edge of the mattress, about to drop through the gap between the bed and the wall. I reached tentatively over the bunk to see what Claire would do, but she just watched me calmly at my side.

Well, it was then or never. I reached the final way across, and Claire suddenly swatted her hand down firmly on top of the shorts. So I launched my other arm over quickly to grab them and pull them away. As soon as both of my arms were over top of the bunk, Claire flopped her body down on top of them, pinning me. "Now, Steph," she signalled, "I got him."

The boxers were swiped out of my grasp and pulled down through the gap. Next, a leather belt formed into a loop appeared up through the gap and slid, with Claire's guidance, over one of my wrists. Then, the other end of the belt, which had been threaded through the bed frame, was wrapped around my other wrist by Claire and Stephanie working as a team.

"Secure," came the signal from below. She wasn't kidding. I pulled on my bindings and was unable to loosen or break them.

Claire got off me and sat on the edge of the bed again. "How's it look down there?" she asked.

"He's on his toes a bit," Stephanie responded.

"Okay. Loosen him off some," Claire suggested and then swung around to hold my arms down during the adjustment.

"Okay," Stephanie declared. There was, in fact, more slack now, and I was able to lower myself down onto my heels.

"Claire," I started the negotiation. "You can untie me now. You win. You caught me. I can ..."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Claire interrupted me, "Shhh ..." She lay down on her side on the bunk and positioned herself in front of my face. Then she held a pair of nylon stockings over top of my head and let them fall between our faces. "What do you think these are, Timmy?"

"Nylons?" I said innocently.

"Really?" she replied, "Are you sure? Because I see a gag. ... Do you still see them as nylons?"

"Yes?" I responded worriedly. My balls felt weak, and my stomach became nauseous.

"Okay," she said lightly, "But let's keep it that way." Then she kissed me on the mouth and returned to sitting over the edge of the bunk. "What are you waiting for?" she called down.

"Sorry," Stephanie replied, "I thought you were doing something up there." Then she proceeded to undo my pants – first the button, then the zipper, then they slid down my legs. Sheepishly, my penis dangled uncovered in the open air.

"How's it look?" asked Claire.

"Limp," replied Stephanie, who started batting it with her hands. She giggled. "It wobbles!" ... Perhaps, but not for long. I could feel something starting to happen down there.

"Well, play with it a bit ... like you saw your brother doing."

"Yeah." Suddenly, I felt a hand making long pulls along my penis. She was using her fingertips, but as I got firmer, she switched to more of an all-around grip. "Hey ... All right, here we go."

"Don't, Claire," I whispered pleadingly, "This is embarrassing." But it just prompted her to hold up the nylons in front of my face for effect and then drop them again. I got the message.

"Claire, get down here. Oh, wow."

Claire jumped to the floor and sat on the bunk beside Stephanie. "Oh my goodness!" Claire exclaimed. Stephanie's pumping was really taking effect. My erection was hard and angling firmly upwards now.

"Stop for a minute, Steph. I've never seen a guy's thing before."

Stephanie stopped her jerking. "Never?"

"Uh-uh. Oh look ... How come this part's smooth and this part's all wrinkly? And look at this ridge. Wow! Look how hard it is." A fingertip traced lightly over my head, around the skin below it, and then along the underside to my balls.

A hand lifted my balls up, as if to test their weight ... "Oh!" Claire exclaimed. ... and then batted at one of them, like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn. There was a giggle, and then another hand started playing with the other ball. "Mine's hanging lower," Stephanie giggled.

"What's this?" Claire asked. My balls were released to swing on their own, while a hand grabbed onto my stiff penis and pulled it down. A finger touched and probed around my hole.

"That must be where he pees from?" Stephanie suggested. A fingertip penetrated to the sensitive inner skin of the hole and poked around. I squirmed at the pain. "Timmy!" Claire called up, "Stop fidgetting!"

A hand squeezed my head and then release it. "It looks like a little mouth," Claire said playfully. "Oh look," she said as she gripped and released it in tempo with her words, "Kiss-me-Ste-pha-nie." The girls giggled. My penis got pulled down the bed towards Stephanie, and the squeezing continued. "Kiss-me-Ste-pha-nie," Claire repeated. Then I was pulled closer. "Kiss-me."

"You kiss it," Stephanie retorted.

"I will if you will," Claire challenged and then continued squeezing. "Kiss-me. Kiss-me ..."

"All right, all right," Stephanie gave in. After a moment, I felt wetness on the side of my head and heard a little smucking sound.

"Eww!!" Claire reacted, "I can't believe you just did that."

"Hey!!" Stephanie protested, "Don't back out! Your turn!"

"What if he pees in my mouth?" Claire kidded. The girls snickered. "Don't pee in her mouth!" Stephanie yelled up to me. Then, I felt the wetness again – first on the side of my head, like before, and then all around it. ... It felt really good, and I couldn't help but to moan.

"Uh oh," Stephanie commented on my reaction and got up from the bunk. Standing beside me, she asked, "Did you like that, Timmy?"

"Uh huh," I whimpered.

Stephanie sat back down. "He liked that. Do it again."

The wetness surrounded my head again, and I repeated my moan. Then it was engulfed again ... and again.

"Here, let me try," Stephanie requested, and my penis was exchanged. This time, at least half of my penis went inside. ... "Ohhh ...," I exhaled.

"Ho-ly!!" Claire exclaimed, "Were you going to swallow all of it?"

"What?" Stephanie mocked innocence and then took almost all of me in again. ... "Ohhh ...," I expressed my appreciation again.

"Here, let me try," Claire accepted the challenge. My cock went part way down. "Further," Stephanie prodded, and I was taken a little more in. "Further." But this time, Claire came up coughing. "Don't push on my head!" she snapped at Stephanie between coughs.

"Oh let me," Stephanie said impatiently. Then I felt my entire penis go in ... and slowly out ... and then in ... and out ... "Oh gawd!" I exclaimed, "You need to stop!" ... "Ooooh, Stephanie," Claire cooed on hearing me, "Keep going."

In and out, and in and out ... Something was building up. I remembered that sensation from earlier tonight. Oh no! I was getting all worked up again. ... In and out, and in and out ... It was wet and warm and slippery. ... In and out, and in and out ... Someone was playing with my balls – pulling on them and juggling them and squeezing them. ... In and out, and in and out. Slurp, slurp, slurp, ... "Ohhh!! Stoppp!!" I cried.

Claire stood up and climbed up onto the top bunk. She crawled over until her face was in front of mine. When she saw the strain on my face, she grinned. "Timmy?" she asked with a patronizing tone, "Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

In and out, and in and out ... I was trying to concentrate because significant things were happening down there. "Uh huh ...," I whimpered faintly. ... In and out, and in and out ... Claire giggled, leaned forward and kissed me firmly ... then again ... and again ... and again. Slurping came from below and above. I felt on the brink of losing control.

Finally, Stephanie pulled me out of her mouth, and I could hear her trying to catch her breath. My penis was throbbing, as if it was radiating heat. Claire gave me one last kiss and jumped back to the floor. Something didn't feel right in my balls. They were heavy or full or something.

"So show me what you were doing before when you had it in your hand," Claire said to Stephanie.

A hand wrapped around my hard-on and started slipping up and down. "Just like this," Stephanie tutored. The hand slid easily on my wet pole. ... Slide and slide and slide ... Uh! I thought something was going to hap-... Uh! Something almost ... Uh! ...

"So was that what your brother was doing when you caught him?" Claire asked. ... Slide and slide and slide ... Ohhh!!

"No," Stephanie explained, "It was a lot faster ... like this ..." Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide ... "Aaaahhh!!!" It was happening again!! My groin ... the gunk ... spurting ... my balls ... spurt ... gripping ... "Aaaahhh!!!"

"Eeee!!! It's spitting!! ... Watch it! ... Don't point ... Look out!! ... EEEE!! ..." The girls bolted off the bed, and my last few shot went freely into the air.

"Oh! Gross!!" Claire cried, "It's in my hair!"

"Pbbtt ... pbbtt ...," Stephanie spit, "Yeah? ... Gack ... Well, it's ... Uck ... it's all over my face ... pbbtt, pbbt ..."

"Oh, gawd!" Claire realized, "Mom must have heard us. ... GET HIM OUTTA HERE!"

The two girls scrambled. Stephanie frantically undid my bindings, while Claire checked the door. "Come on, come on, come on," Claire urged.

Freed, I rubbed my wrists to soothe them, but Stephanie had no time for niceties. She spun me around and shoved me tripping towards the door. Now that I could see them, I noticed gobs of gunk all over their hair and faces. It looked like wet rubber cement or clear gelatine or something.

Claire grabbed my arm and forced me out into the hall, and then closed the door. "Hey!" I called back through the door in a loud whisper, "My clothes!" Suddenly, the door opened, and some dark objects flew past my face to land with a "flump" on the floor of my room. Just as quickly, the door closed again.

*** The Cuddle ***

Abruptly, everything was dark and quiet. I stood naked in the hallway, a bit disoriented, facing Mrs. Wilmot's room. I was about to go back to bed, but the stillness of the moment made a nice change from the out of control scene that had just occurred. My head was swimming, and so I took a deep breath and tried to orient myself. I thought that I should probably go to the washroom and clean up. I took one step forward ... and Mrs. Wilmot's door opened. I froze.

Mrs. Wilmot stepped out and was surprised to see me standing there ... naked. She scanned slowly up and down my body. I covered myself. "I heard a commotion," she said as she approached. She had a quizzical look on her face. My mind raced to come up with a believable story to explain my predicament.

When Mrs. Wilmot was in front of me, she brushed her hand gently down the side of my face. "Timothy," she said softly, "Were you coming to see me?" Well, I don't know why I would be going to do that, but it was as good an excuse as anything I had come up with. "Sure, Mrs. Wilmot," I replied.

She took in a big breath through her nose on hearing my response. "Awww," she cooed, returning her hand to my cheek and swiping her thumb gently across it, "You're a good boy. ... Well, don't be shy. Come along." She took my hand and led me to her room.

I continued to cover myself with my other hand. Since I was all slimy down there, I used the hand to discreetly wipe the residue off and onto my thigh.

Mrs. Wilmot's room was softly lit by a bedside lamp. Everything looked oversized and stuffed. The bed was large, the comforter was fluffy, and pillows lay everywhere. I was getting pretty tired, and I thought about how good it would be to nestle into all that bedding material and fall asleep, but we were obviously going into her room just to talk.

She sat down on the side of her bed and patted a space beside her for me to take a seat. I followed her direction and folded my hands respectfully over my lap. In the light of the room, I felt exposed without my clothes.




The Sleepover



The final chords faded away as the voices of the intimate crowd grew louder and more dispersed. Jason and his crew packed up his amps and guitars while taking the remaining swigs of warm beer. As I stood up to slip into my winter coat, I caught Caryn's eyes across the room. She acknowledged me with a nod, ready for me to approach her with the usual gossip and casual dialogue. Usually she was the one singing at these underground gigs. But tonight, she was only there for moral support of other up and comers. What would I have to say now that I had no reason to praise her performance?

I squeezed my way past the black clad waiters clearing leftover liquor glasses and burnt out candles. My path was blocked by a tall long-haired figure. He stood directly in the line between me and Caryn, but was completely oblivious to both of us. He was whispering into the ear of a slight blonde whose oversized chest moved in rhythm to her giggles. His hand rested on her back and slowly slid it's way down. It was Sam, shamelessly flirting with his new distraction who had replaced Caryn in his heart much too quickly for anyone's comfort. The new couple in their honeymoon stage headed for the doors, Sam's arm slung in a dominating position over the girl's dainty neck.

Nervous about being in the line of fire, I looked towards Caryn. She stood frozen for a moment, her jaw slightly parted, before she slung her striped canvas bag over her shoulder and haphazardly cleared her belongings from the table. Her movements were clumsy and jerky while she visibly tried to hold back tears. She knocked a glass onto the floor. Tears welled up in her cloudy brown eyes.

"Here." I retrieved the glass and handed it back to her, giving her as comforting a smile as I could muster up. Seeing her pain gave me empathy pains that I could barely suppress. 

"Thank you," she said quietly. "Did you see that? I mean, what was he..."

"I know." I said compassionately, my hand on her shoulder. 

"Well, I guess I'mah gonna go with my heart all broken."

"You're so strong, Caryn. How do you do it?"

"I don't! I cry lots."

"Well, if you ever need someone to cry to...I'm around. I'll listen. I've got some doozies of my own to share if it'll help any."

"Aw, thanks girl."

"We should make a night of it. A male bashing, girl power night. Like a slumber party!"

"Ha, actually, that's a good idea. You bring the ice-cream, I got the tissues."

"What flavor?"

"Rocky Road."

I laughed. Oh, Caryn. How funny and open she was when vulnerable and lonely. The lights dimmed, signaling the closing of the bar and the end to our conversation. It was a nice thought at least. I started to turn and walk away.

"Hey, I'ma gonna head on home and put on my PJ's. There's a 24 hour market just around the corner. Actually, here's 5 bucks. Get something good and guilt-ridden and meet me in like, half an hour? Oh! 343, 10th and 2nd. 4C, buzz up."

I didn't argue that I was on my way to the station to catch a train home. I didn't mention that I had an early audition in the morning. I simply took the money, nodded, and proceeded to carry out her request.

A half hour later, I stood outside of the looming apartment with a grocery bag full of sour cream 'n' onion potato chips, Ben and Jerry's Rocky Road ice-cream, and a bag of essential chocolate chip cookies. My heart was beating as I went for the buzzer. We barely knew each other. How many details of her life and relationship was she willing to share with me? I wanted to know everything there was to know. And once I did, how would I ever sit there and try to keep "platonic" written all over my face? If this was my shot at friendship, I couldn't do anything to risk ruining it.

Bzzzzzzz. 

"Who dat?" came the voice from the intercom.

"It's Ray."

"You got the goods?" she asked, as if it were a drug trade.

"Yep!"

"Come on up."

Upon reaching the fourth floor landing, I saw that her door with the brown chipped paint was slightly ajar. I walked into a cozy, lived-in room with adjoining kitchen. White Christmas lights lined the tops of the walls. Remnants of Sam were noticeably scattered throughout the area: guitar pics, a back pack, a button down shirt strewn over a desk chair. Nothing was extraordinary; I kept telling myself she really was just a normal person.

Caryn sat at the far end of the grey upholstered sofa, her knees folded to her chest. She was surrounded by dirty crumpled tissues, Cosmo and "Women Who Rock," magazines, and paper plates with the remains of a half eaten microwave dinner. She was tearing up while staring intently at the television which featured a "Friend's" rerun. She didn't notice my presence in the doorway. I knocked.

"Oh, hey!" she said, coming to life, trying to cover up the fact that she had been crying. I shut the door behind me and laid out "the goods" on the table.

"Oh mah gosh..." her eyes went wide. "Imagine all the happy, fat women there'd be without men."

"Who needs men when you have iiiccee-cream," I said, dangling the box in front of her eyes. 

"I'll get the bowls." she stretched her legs and rummaged through the cabinets. She was actually going to eat this crap? I didn't think she ate at all. 

Although I tried my best to be inconspicuous, I couldn't help but give her the once over while her back was turned to me. I knew I was here for her needs and not for my own self-serving ones, but this was a force more powerful than I was. Her feet were bare and her longs were long and lean and muscular. I suppose they appeared more muscular than they really were, for her skin stretched so thin over her thighs that nearly every tendon and ligament was made visible. She wore silver silk boxers which had probably belonged to Sam, and her signature black cropped "La Bruja" shirt which rested teasingly just below her breast plate. I was just about to gaze upon the patch of tattoo that hung belong her shirt and down her back, but she moved behind the counter, blocking my view. Still, I couldn't avert my eyes. As she reached above her head to grab the bowls, her t-shirt rode up her back, revealing the black winged creature that I know took hours of needle endurance. I wondered if it felt smooth and leathery to the touch. I wondered what it looked like in its entirety.

My wonderment was interrupted when she bounded back to the couch and dropped the bowls and spoons onto the wooden coffee table. 

"Dig in!" she said, waiting for me to be the first to break the mold. I destroyed the circular mounds and plopped them into the ceramic bowl. I waited for her to do the same.

"Oh, I like to wait until it gets soupy."

"Ah, I see. Less chance of a brain freeze that way?"

"Sam usta make the funniest faces when he had a brain freeze. He wuz such a baby. He'd press his hands up to his forehead and make dis 'sssss' sound like a coffee machine, and then he'd...."

She stopped talking. A moment ago she was fine, and now she was breaking down at the memory of this man she had spent nearly two years of her life with. I handed her one of the nearby crumpled tissues.

"Thanks. I'm sorry, I hate when people see me like this. I'm such a disgusting mess."

"No...you're fine." Fine? Fine?? The girl was gorgeous and chiseled and emanating rays of light, even in her current state with her red, puffy eyes and runny porcelain nose.

We sat in silence for a moment, the sound of her sniffles accompanying the canned laughter on the tv screen. While devouring my first taste of ice-cream, I glanced over at her. One of her feet rested on the ground, twitching, while the other curled underneath her. Her arms were crossed over her concave stomach which looked to be begging for sweets. I handed her a cookie.

"So what happened??"

She refused the offer with a wave of her hand and lowered both feet to the ground in preparation to tell her story.

"It's like, I just thought he was the one, ya know? I got his sign tattooed to mah ankle."

I noticed for the first time the scorpion that seemed to be crawling up the side of her leg. 

"But ah made all the sacrifices. Ah came home from Europe to support him. Ah didn't even have a job to come home to or nothin'. But we were always together and that made it alright. We did everythin' together. Then he goes and gets cast in some new crap and next thing I know, he's accusin' me of fooling around!"

"Were you?"

"I was jus' flirtin' with this new guy. But he had a girlfriend! And I wasn't interested. It was just like..."

"Cast initiation?"

"Exactly! So two days after the holidays he says he doesn't see any long term for us 'cuz he can't trust me now that he's not around to keep an eye on me."

"That was his reason?"

"Yeah, he said he wuz tired of watching his back. An', oh yeah, he said I was so busy with my show and my music that ah never had any time for him. It's just shit."

"He was just insecure because he knew he wasn't good enough for you!"

"Naw, he jus' went and found someone else is all. But he's a man so he couldn't jus' say that. I'm off in France, avoiding temptation from my ex-fiancee who is around all da time, and he goes for the first girl who looks at him. I don't know."

"The blonde?"

"Yeah, the 16 year old goody two shoes with the bad tan and the bodacious ta-tas."

She looked down at her own A cups with disappointment and shame.

"Well, if it's any consolation, I'll bet she just lays there and makes him do all the work. I mean, maybe he'll feel like more of a man for a little while, but he's gonna get real bored real fast, and come crawling back to you!"

Awkward silence.

"I can't believe I just said that...ignore me. I'm just trying to help."

Suddenly, Caryn burst out laughing. "Haha! Girl, you are TOO funny!"

"Well, at least I made you laugh."

"You did. It's been a while. Ah've been all...mopey."

I tried to feed her another cookie as the Friends credits rolled by. She again refused and began channel flipping. She stopped at "The L-Word."

"You watch this??" I said, startled.

"Oh yeah, one of Sam's favs. He kinda got me hooked."

"Yeah, its great, no men!"

"Sometimes I think life would just be easier that way. Men hurt, Ray. They hurt. Ah mean, Ah gave him everythin.' Ah just keep thinkin', what could Ah have done differently, what's wrong with me?"

"Stop it. You are the strongest, most talented, most creative, most beautiful woman I know. There is NOTHING wrong with you. Dammit, I wanna BE you."

"Ohhh, no yoo don't!"

"Don't I? Yes, what a burden it must be to be gorgeous and skinny and innovative and..."

"Skinny? Aw, thanks."

I chucked a pillow at her frail body.

"Oh, shhh, shhh, this is one of them good scenes!" 

I sat biting my tongue as we watched the girls seduce each other on camera, turning our heads to decipher the positions that were caught at odd angles.

"Now, how does that work...exactly?" I asked. "How do you decide who does what?"

"I guess you take turns? The work gets divided up pretty evenly though. Well! At least someone's having a good time."

"I guess it's rough when you can have it whenever you want it and suddenly you're in a dry spell...whoa! Check out the tattoo on her!" A large thorny rose on one of the actress' shoulder blades flashed across the camera. 

"I love 'em! I still can't believe I actually went through with mine though." I unzipped my jeans and pulled them slightly downwards, once again exposing the phrase that sprawled from my hip to my bellybutton.

"That really is beautiful. Have you seen mine?"

"How can you miss it?" I asked, pointing to the blackened dragon on her thigh.

"No, no, check this out." She said, as she bent over and lifted the back of her shirt up to her neck. I gasped. The creature with the gigantic scaled wingspan was impressive, but her back was even more of a conversation piece. Each rib and spinal disc was clearly defined and protruded through her pale, taut skin. I gently ran my fingers over her tattoo, scared that my touch might rip right through her body to the other side. I shivered. She shuddered.

"That tickles! Ah am so ticklish, it's ridiculous." she squirmed while replacing the little bit of shirt she had. "Man, Sammy used to roll over at night in bed and just trace the wings back 'n' forth. Kinda helped me get to sleep." She frowned and lazily slid closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. 

Instinctively, I brushed some black strands of her out of her face and placed them behind her ears. Then, in accordance with her fond memory, I brought my finger to her back and traced the shape of wings outside of her t-shirt. She sat in silence, her eyes fixated on the tv screen which displayed two women heavily engaged in foreplay, in warm orange lighting. I kissed the top of her head to comfort her. She smelled of incense and smokey stage lights. I nuzzled my nose against her ear, fully taking in her unique scent. My hand never lost contact with the shapes I was etching on her skeletal back. I slid my hand up the back of her shirt, only to do as Sam had always done. I closed my thumb and forefinger lightly around her spine, and squeezed it in a pulsing motion down its length to her lower back. I softly planted a single affectionate kiss at the base of her neck. Still no reaction. I slid my hand across the back of her silken boxers until it rested on the top of her thigh. Still nothing. No signal to stop, no signal to go any further. I smoothed over the creases of the silver shorts, tugging gently at them. Perhaps she was just too absorbed in the tv to notice. Perhaps she was stunned and didn't know what to say. Or perhaps...she wanted me to keep going. 

I kissed her neck again, this time harder and in quicker successions. Her head arched to the side to give me more playing space. My hands were shaking, but I was still able to trace her outer earlobe around and around in circles. I kissed alongside her jaw and I kissed her prominent collarbone, starting on the outside and working my way in. I kissed underneath her chin and I kissed her cheek and I kissed her dimple. A single quick breath escaped her as she craned her neck to pull back and look at me. Our eyes met for a brief moment: Mine hungry and afraid and consoling, hers lost and lonely and anticipating. All time stood still and our entire relationship flashed before my eyes in that single moment: Freezing nights waiting for her at stagedoors, brief congratulatory hugs, CD signings, and nights I would just stare at her from afar without working up the courage to say hello. And I kissed her. 

I kissed her hard on the mouth; that wide bloated mouth that spread from ear to ear with a grin or a pout, that could put my world right or turn it upside down with little effort. She kissed me back, her lips soft and moist, parting in sweet, continuous waves. It was so gentle and innocent at first; merely a test before things got out of hand. But it grew in passion and intensity. I wrapped a hand around the back of her head, running my fingers through her fried black locks that shone blue under the White lights. Her face pressed more firmly to mine, her abandoned tongue searching for a new place to settle. The harder we kissed, the more she started to employ her teeth. She nibbled at my bottom lip, tugging at it gently and unexpectedly.

There was no turning back now. Lost in our lip lock, I slide my hand up her creamy trembling thigh, up underneath the loose silken fabric, up faster and faster until I reached her cotton panties. Her legs parted slightly wider and she sunk lower into the couch. Not a word was spoken as I pushed her panties aside with one finger, and rubbed my index finger back and forth over her moistening clit.

While I pleasured her gently, I moved in closer and closer, forcing her to lay herself down on the couch. Sprawled on her back, her ribs were exposed even more visibly and I could see clearly the rise and fall of her abs with every hard, panting breath. I loomed over her, the ends of my hair falling onto her bare skin. I didn't dare move any closer. With my finger still circling the outside of her tender pussy, I just wanted to look at her. It was finally okay. I didn't have to try to hide the fact that I was staring. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I stared deep into her sad eyes and she back into mine. I hoped she couldn't read everything that I was thinking. Let her believe that this was a fluke occurrence between two almost friends who got carried away, and not the epitome of the way I desired to confess my long-contained feelings for her.

I sat upright, my ears alert to the sound of her increasing wetness beneath my fingertips. I stared at her black mane spread out behind her; her relaxed thick pout; the slope of her sunken cheekbones; her jutting chin; the curve of her tiny neck; her shirt fabric that was so thin, I could see her heart pounding beneath it. I watched my hand tremble as I reached for her shirt. It was as if I wasn't controlling my own movements; I just instinctively knew where to go. I slowly slid her piece of shirt up over her tiny tits, exposing the mounds of flesh that lay beneath the fabric. I was too overwhelmed to touch them. I stared some more at her chest which seemed to be made more of muscle than the usual feminine fat. I was so overcome with the beauty and emotion of the moment that I couldn't help but leave her burning clit to slide myself deep into her dark, forbidden pussy. Caryn gasped and I watched her body writhe and squirm. She grabbed onto the arm of the couch, thrusting her hips up and down into the air. Would this be a good time to tell her I loved her?

"Yeah, you like that?" Was all I could manage to say.

She didn't answer. Instead, she threw her arms around my neck, just like I had seen her do on stage with Kayla, her costar, and forcefully pulled me down to her lips. I kissed her and kissed her and kissed her and she kissed me back.

"I want you." I whispered into her ear while tracing the raise of her rose colored nipple.

"You want me, girl? You wanna fuck me?"

"I want you so bad, Caryn."

"Tell me agin." she said, sticking her fingers in my mouth and running them wet and dripping down my body, down to the top of my jeans.

"I want you. I want you, I WANT you, I WANT YOU NOW!!" I screamed louder and louder. She loved being wanted, being needed. I spread my knees on either side of her skeletal frame, careful not to squeeze too hard for fear of crushing her. Still thrusting beneath me, she undid my button and slid her hand down into the denim which was sticking to my body from the sweat I had worked up while pleasuring her. She swiftly found her way inside my panties, and lost not a second before sliding her long index finger up inside of me. In that moment, we had become one being. Our fingers moved in unison, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I wanted more. I wanted to please her like no one ever had before, and make her mine forever.

I eyed a thick hairbrush lying on the wooden table beside the couch. I grabbed it and within seconds, before she even had a chance to register what I was doing, I rammed the back end into her soaking pussy. At least 5 inches of cool black plastic was wedged within the folds of her most sensitive place. With my free hand, I fondled her clit which was now standing at attention. The combination of the brush handle and the clittoral stimulation was too much. The couch creaked and groaned as she threw herself from side to side, grabbing onto anything she could find. She dug her fingernails into the tender skin of my arm. It was a sweet and welcome pain. She fingered me even more wildly, surprising me by sliding a second and then a third finger up in between my shaking thighs. I was at her mercy. I laid on my stomach lined up with her body, my eyes to her eyes, my mouth to her ear. 




The Sleepover



"Fuck me Caryn. Please, please Caryn. I want you so bad. I love you. Oh god, I fucking love you!"

I screamed and buried my face in the fold of her drenched neck, stifling the words that came flying out of my mouth. I came hard and long onto her fingers, grabbing onto her tits to steady myself. My entire body shook with uncontrollable force. Yet, I still had the energy to finish her off. I wasted no time.

I pulled her boxers down to her dainty tattooed ankles and crouched onto all fours at the far end of the couch.

"I want to taste you. Cum for me. I want you to cum for me. Right in my mouth, Caryn."

I started at the base of her ankles, running my mouth and hot breath over her. I let my tongue escape at random, moving up, up, up. Up her defined calves, her bony knees, her tight thighs. I teasingly lapped at her clit, taking deep whiffs of her delicious scent. The sight of her almost bare pussy gave me even more motivation to finish her off. I pushed her thighs apart and let one leg fall down to the ground. I then took a deep breath and placed my tongue deep inside the folds of her pussy. I watched her toes curl and her leg shoot straight out, flailing about in the air. I licked her in circles, around and around, while I continued to rub her delicate pink flesh.

"Uhhh...yess....unghh...more...right there...oh fuck...yes, yes YESSS!!" she screamed, as her hot juices flowed into my hungry mouth. I devoured her and swallowed her up as her legs closed tightly around my body, squeezing me until she was finished flooding into my mouth.

I collapsed in a heap onto her bare stomach, laying in between her legs. She ran her hands over the top of my head. What now? I was so nervous. What if things were awkward and would never go back to normal? What if she regretted it? Who would be the first to break this awful silence?

"Hahahahaha!"

She laughed. It was a guttural, honest, deep-throated laugh that sounded like music. I laughed too. Soon the room was ringing with our laughter. We got dressed without words. Nothing but giggles and sudden guffaws under our breaths. 

Now fully clothed, it was time for bed. Caryn folded out the couch on which I had just consummated my feelings for her, and brought me a blanket from her bedroom.

"Won't you stay?" I asked, almost desparately.

Silence.

"Did you say...you...love me?"

Silence. This was it. She was going to be weirded out and ask me to leave. Forever. Say something.

"Well, I, you know, it was all just so...and I..."

And she kissed me. It wasn't a kiss in the heat of passion. It was just a kiss of understanding and perhaps sympathy, true and simple, flat on my lips. A tear ran down my face.

"Goodnight." she said neutrally. She disappeared into her bedroom. 

Embarrassed, I let myself out in the morning. I haven't seen her since. I hear she has a new boyfriend. Just one more kiss Caryn...just one more kiss.



The Sleepover



Truth be told, I really wasn't looking forward to my daughter going away to school during the upcoming week. This would in fact be our last real weekend together for quite some time until she came home again in a few month's for a visit. After graduating from high school, Chrissy had hung around for a while, working a few odd summer-time jobs while she made applications to attend several universities. Raising her all alone, ever since my wife had died hadn't been easy either, and though I had dated on an off, it was primarily because of my daughter that I hadn't gotten really serious with anyone else, looking out for her welfare until such time as she did graduate, and decided what she wanted to do in life. Still, I knew I would miss her, and that the loneliness of being on my own would be truly felt.

Watching Chrissy grow up from the shy, sad little teen-age girl who had lost her mother into the outgoing, vivacious young woman she'd become was something I was truly proud of. Sure, we'd had our ups and downs, being both father and mother hadn't been easy, and it had even been a little uncomfortable at times, especially when we'd finally sat down and had the big "Birds and Bee's" discussion. But I had made it a point then, and forever afterwards to be frankly honest with her during those discussions, or when she'd had questions, or even needed advise. I was relieved to hear that her intent was to remain a virgin, even when I took her to start her on the pill. She'd been candid enough with me then to inform me that though she had no intention of sleeping with anyone until and unless the right guy came along, she still wanted to be on the pill and responsible when and if that ever happened.

It was another one of those difficult things for me to see, watching her grow up, watching her grow out of those first training bras, maturing and then eventually wearing a real bra was an often interesting and embarrassing adventure for both of us. Living in a small two bedroom, one bath apartment had its own obstacles to overcome, we'd accidentally bumped into one another in various stages of dressing or undressing, so I got a periodic update, although inadvertently, of my daughter's ongoing maturity.  But because we had maintained a special bond and closeness with one another, as well as an openness that I am sure might have raised a few eyebrows with a few other parents, we'd gotten through most of those situations with a laugh and a chuckle over it later on, taking things in stride, but more importantly, maintaining an openness with one another that made it very easy for us to discuss or share thoughts, even when it came to intimate personal details.

Chrissy had once asked me why I wasn't seeing anyone, which wasn't the real question she had on her mind really, and giving her a less than satisfactory answer to her real question, she had come out boldly and directly with what was really on her mind.

"What are you doing for sexual satisfaction?" she had asked, surprising me with such a grown up concern for my well-being. And as such, I had answered her openly, though more with a gesture than words, by smiling and merely enclosing my fist, moving it up and down which she obviously understood, causing her to laugh. "Yeah, me too," she had offered, and that had been the end of that discussion for a time anyway.

And though we had a great relationship, and spent a fair amount of time together, I was also pleased that Chrissy had a very dear friend whom she had grown up with, and whom I had also seen grow with her, though in not quite the same intimate ways I'd seen with my own daughter.  Early on, when they were much younger, I had affectionately referred to them as my favorite pair of "Salt and Pepper Shakers" as Chrissy, like her mother had been, was blond with blue eyes and a reasonably fair complexion. Chantel on the other hand had an ebony complexion with dark brown eyes, and short black hair that gave her maturity that went far beyond her years. Admittedly, seeing them grow up together especially as they developed, always brought about a certainly lusty curiosity that I would quickly shove back into the gutter of my mind where it belonged. I had never really known or dated any black women before, but as I got to know Chantel better, I found myself visually and emotionally attracted and curious about her, though I never did anything to pursue that train of thought.

So it was that I was only mildly disappointed when Chrissy informed me that Chantel would be spending the last weekend together with us, a "sleep-over" as she had always called it, as Chantel had spent more nights sleeping here, than Chrissy had spent sleeping over there at her place. And I knew that Chantel was just as anxious about Chrissy's going off to school as I was, as she'd be attending an entirely different school, much closer nearby and thus staying at home while she furthered her education. Obviously, I wasn't about to say no, or be selfish enough to keep the two of them apart during their last full weekend together either.

The girls had decided it would be an evening of popcorn, pizza and a movie of course, and had picked a silly comedy that had a bit of teenage raunchiness to it, including several nude shower scenes and the likes of large, bare breasted women in them. As mentioned, it wasn't that big of deal at the time to sit and watch a movie like this with the girls, we'd gotten more than comfortable enough over the years to be able to do so, but I still had to remind myself to behave and not get too intimately flirtatious, especially around my own daughter. Seeing them grow up and wear pajamas when they were younger was one thing, seeing them now as they wore little more than tee-shirts and panties as sleeping attire was something else entirely. And though they were obviously comfortable enough to do that around me, it still gave me lusty periodic thoughts that I had to keep chasing away or else risk sitting there with a massive hard-on.

And this particular evening was made even worse by the fact that Chantel just happened to be wearing a white tight-fitting tank top that did little if anything to conceal those dark chocolate sized nipples of hers, each of which could be faintly seen through the fabric of the material, and which would from time to time harden with the silly suggestiveness of the movie, or even getting up to get us all another of cold beer from out of the refrigerator, coming back with her "head-lights on" as she'd even teasingly indicated about herself when returning once with fresh beers.

It was difficult enough with all this going on, but then as we sat reminiscing about old times, I sat recalling a few of my own, though I didn't exactly mention them at the moment. Like the time just a short couple of month's ago, coming home from work, stopping to check in on the girls as I knew them to be home, knocking first, but then opening the door as I had so often done in the past, except this time they had made a frantic effort to hide something they'd been looking at, pretending then to have actually been looking at something else entirely. Later, after going out to pick us all up some fast-food, I had done a quick search check in their bed, sure enough finding the hard-core porno magazine that they had borrowed from my stash in my closet, obviously looking through it curiously perhaps, and giggling over what they'd found there. I'd never tried to hide the fact that I had a few such magazines stashed away in my closet, or that I read them (or used them as it were) late at night in my own bedroom. And as I said, in such close proximity to one another in a small apartment with thin paper like walls, I had heard, or thought I had heard at least a few times, the sound of soft gentle moaning coming from my daughters bedroom along with the soft purring whir of a vibrating toy of some sort.  Something else I had seen Chantel quickly shove behind her back one evening when I had come up to say goodnight, catching the blue color of the vibrating dildo she had not quite hidden behind her back, as the girls sheepishly stood there smiling at me as I told them both good night.

Thoughts such as these soon had me aroused, horny, and ready to go off and relieve myself before I said or did something a little too stupid, especially feeling the effects of the wine, and beer that we'd been slowly consuming all evening long. Leaving the girls to their own further amusements, and leaving the outline of those two very alluring dark nipples behind that I'd been stealing glances at all evening long, I headed upstairs to my bedroom for some much needed relief, and sleep before spending yet another fun-filled day with the girls tomorrow.

I had had a small, less than satisfying little climax and had quickly fallen to sleep afterwards, even with the faint sound of the girls still giggling downstairs, especially when I also heard the all too familiar back ground music of one of my also not so secretly stashed porn videos. Obviously, the girls were watching that, something they'd obviously been waiting for me to go to bed so that they could do. I certainly didn't have a problem with them doing that either, they were well old enough anyway, and if they could feel comfortable enough seeing something like that together, who was I to complain about it or ruin their last night of silly, semi-erotic fun. Even so, as my head hit the pillow, and as my thoughts wandered off into my own dreams, the last images that I actually allowed were of the two of them together, curiously exploring one another as girls sometimes did at their age.

I lay there dreaming. It had been well over a year now since I had even slept with another woman, I'd almost forgotten what it felt like, but what I was feeling now was pure heaven, sweet, slow and sensually pure heaven, and then I realized, this wasn't just a dream, this was really happening as I slowly woke from my fugue, realizing only then that someone was actually with me in bed, and that they currently had my rock-hard cock inside their mouth!

"Whaaa?" was all I managed as I struggled to sit up, staring into the darkness.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up," she said.

"Chantel? Is that you?"

She giggled, "Who else did you think? Chrissy?"

Her suggestively obscene comment took me by surprise, almost as much as finding her with my dick in her mouth.

"No, no...of course not, but,"

"But what? You're not enjoying this?" she teased, sucking me once again even more deeply into her mouth.

I was flustered, unsure of what to say, or even how to say it. And though I couldn't really see her, the room honestly being so dark as it was, I could still smell her, feel her pressing against me, and knew in that brief moment that she was as naked as I was.

"You shouldn't be here," I finally managed, fighting with myself emotionally, thrilled that she actually was.

"Do you want me to leave?" she said once again flicking beneath the super-sensitive head of my prick with her tongue. God it felt good, too good, and it had been even longer since I'd felt anything like this either.

"No," I admitted to her then there in the dark. At least I had the darkness to cover my guilt of admission, my desire that had fully taken over reasoning as she slurped my hot cock like an ice-cream cone. Another image I had to quickly discard before it became even more obscene, more decadent than it already was. "Chrissy?" I asked.

"Downstairs, asleep on the couch," she offered still licking my prick like an ice-cream.

"Chantel? Why are you here? Why are you doing this?" I had to ask.

"Honest answer?"

"Yes...please."

"Mainly because I was horny," she said simply. "We've been watching a few of your videos, then after getting one another off..."

"What?"

She laughed, "I thought that would get your attention."

It did, but I wasn't about to admit it, or pursue it either.

"But even after getting off with the vibrator, I was still really horny,"

"The blue one?"

Now it was my turn to surprise her. "Oh, so you did see it that day didn't you?" She asked. "I wondered about that, the way you suddenly left the room all flustered and all," she giggled. "I even asked Chrissy if you knew she was using one, and she said she thought that you might, especially with the paper-thin walls and all, since she'd certainly heard you jacking yourself off before."

"She told you she had?"

"Yeah, said that since you weren't going out and seeing anyone, that, that is mostly what you did whenever you were frustrated or stressed, and that you hadn't obviously been out or done anything with another woman in a very long, long time!"

I was a little surprised to learn that my daughter and Chantel had actually spent time discussing my sex life.

"So, does that turn you on to hear about what we were doing?" she asked slowly jerking me up and down there in the darkness. "Have you ever wondered if we've done stuff like that before when we've spent the night together? Have you masturbated thinking about it? Wondering?"

"Yes...yes!" I admitted to her, once again thankful for the darkness to hide my embarrassment and shame of admission to such wickedly decadent thoughts.

It was a struggle, but I reached down with my hands, finding her face and pulled that exquisite mouth of hers away from my cock. "Why are you really here?" I asked her. "And don't tell me it was just because you were horny."

Having forced her to release me, she took the opportunity to move up on me instead, I felt her soft wet sex situate itself on top of me, not entering mind you, but kissing me, almost sucking me the way her mouth had been doing. And even as she did that, she gathered my hands in hers, lifting, and then placing them upon her full breasts so that I felt the hardness of her firm nipples imprinting themselves within the palms of my hands.

"I'm here because I've always wanted to do this, that I'm technically still a virgin, that I've wanted my first time to be with someone that truly knew what they were doing, and seriously, I really am horny!"

"What do you mean? Technically still a virgin?"

"Just what I said," she informed me, now grinding herself in a circular motion against me. "I've never had a man's cock inside me," she added. "Though I did take my own virginity with your daughters blue vibrator, the same one she used to take hers with," she told me. "So technically, I'm still a virgin the way I see it, never having had a man's cock inside my cunt before," she finished obscenely, then moaning hotly as she continued grinding herself against me. "So Darren, will you fuck me?" She asked. "Please?"

"Chantel, I'm twice your age, and then some," I said relishing in the wetness of her sweet pussy lips as they continued to slither up and down against the firmness of my shaft.

"Age has nothing to do with it, and you know it," she said smoothly. "It's a matter of getting over and past the fact that I'm your daughter's friend..."

"And mine," I countered.

"And yours," she agreed. "And Chrissy's friend too, whose pussy I just got through eating no more than a half hour ago."

"Chantel!" I exclaimed, trying to admonish her comment, though the burned image of what she'd just told me would now remain forever engrained inside my head.

"Oh come on Darren," she quipped. "Don't tell me the thought of Chrissy and I licking one another's cunts doesn't excite you, obviously...it does!" she giggled once again as my fingers lied to my words, capturing and rolling those hard extended nipples of hers as I held them.

I felt I could actually explode at any moment, and I wasn't even inside her...yet! The image, no matter how wildly wrong it was, no matter how wickedly lewd and decadent such a thought could possibly be, in my minds eye I could see them together, laying there on the couch together in a passionate embrace, arms and legs entwined, licking, sucking, fingering one another there on the couch with some other couple busily fucking away there on the TV as they heard, listened and got even more aroused and excited by the sounds of lust-filled wantonness.

"So, are you going to fuck me or not?" she asked. 

I moved backwards ever so slightly, then forward in the blink of an eye and slid hotly, fully into the silky-soft sweetness of her virginal pussy.

"Oh fuck! I guess so!" she squealed happily, causing me to worry for a moment at the sudden unexpected cry of her pleasure, and that it might wake Chrissy down stairs.

"Shh," I tried coaxing her. "Chrissy!"

I could only begin to imagine what my own daughter might think, coming upstairs to find us in here, me fucking her best friend, her own father's cock plunging in and out of this deliciously wet split, unable to stop, uncaring, the liquid pleasure now bathing me robbing all sense of morality and reason. 

Try as I might however, Chantel made no effort whatsoever to quiet herself, wildly fucking back against me now, moaning and groaning with a deep-souled urgency that caused me to hold my own breath as though that might somehow lesson the noise of our coupling.

"Fuck that's nice!" She nearly screamed out once again. "Way better than that blue toy," she added a moment later. "As long as you can last anyway," she added giving me a precautionary warning about coming too soon, which is about the worst thing she could have warned me about. Already I could feel the fuck-butter busily churning away deep within my balls and knew that if we kept this pace up for much longer, that I'd be spilling it, shooting it deep within that hot fiery pussy of hers.

"Wait! Wait!" I cried out a moment or two later.

"Why? You THAT close?" she giggled, finally slowing her motions.

"No...No, it's just that I thought I heard something," I told her, truly worried now, listening for the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs, or the sound of my daughters voice wondering what was going on, what in hell we were doing.

Chantel listened, but only for a moment, then began riding me once again into oblivion. "Don't hear anything," she told me. "And I wouldn't worry about it anyway, I told Chrissy I was so fucking horny that I just might come up here and fuck you later," she said.

"You told her that? You actually said that to her?" I asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I did, and she knew I was serious too!" Chantel told me.

"What did she say?" I stammered, feeling my cock wilt slightly as the fear of her finding us together became even more possible.

"Hey, don't go getting all soft on me," Chantel stated. "I'm a LONG way from finished here yet!" she added. "Like I said, I told Chrissy I was thinking about it."

"What did she say to that?" I asked worriedly.

"She told me...to go for it!"

"She did?"

"Yes daddy...I did!"

Only then at the sound of my daughter's voice did I realize that the room had suddenly become brighter, the light from the hallway lamp now filtering into the room so that the outline of my daughter's form stood in the doorway, silhouetted, Chantel's beautiful ebony body sitting astride me in a glistening sheen of musky perspiration that highlighted every curve, every muscle of her magnificent body.

And on top of all that, she never quit moving, never quit fucking me, as though she had known that Chrissy was there all along.

"How long?" I asked.

"Ever since she came into your room," Chrissy told me. "Please don't be mad at her daddy, it really was my idea."

"Your idea?"

"Well, she told me to go ahead and do it, but she's always known I've always wanted to," Chantel added. "So no reason for you to be mad at either one of us really."

"Mad? Me? Yeah, I'm the one who's mad alright, for letting you two get away with this," I said simply, giving in to my raw unbridled emotions now. "This doesn't freak you out? Upset you?" I asked still staring at the not quite revealed shadow of my own daughter still standing in the doorway.




The Sleepover



"Shut up and fuck her," Chrissy said, using the word for the very first time I could ever remember hearing her use it. "Try and pretend I'm not even here."

"Easier said than done," I thought to myself, though I now plunged purposely into Chantel's hotly clenching cunt, hearing the sound of my daughter's footsteps as she circled the bed coming up behind her friend, the realization as she did so that she could now visibly, and clearly see my prick plunging in and out of her friends cunt, her father's cock...hard, erect sliding in and out of the same sweet split that she herself had been eating and licking only a short time ago.

"How's it feel?" she asked. I knew she was speaking to Chantel, and said nothing.

"Unlike anything I could have ever imagined!" She admitted, once again grinding against me now in a circular motion as I lay still, allowing her to experience her own tempo, pace, and pleasure.

"Has he cum yet?" She then asked, speaking to Chantel as though I wasn't even there.

"Not yet, though he's been close a couple of times I'm sure." I could see her eyes now as she looked down at me, smiling. "Can you manage more than once?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes," I said directly. I'd never had a problem with that, even though it had as I said, been a while. Obviously Chantel was hoping to make a night of it, and under the circumstances with it being her first time, it was my intent now to see to it that she wasn't disappointed either.

"Good, because I have a feeling it's going to be a long night, a very long night indeed."

For some odd reason, I had to agree with her, though I wondered for just how long my own daughter would stand around watching us, before it started to weigh on her mind and forced her to finally leave the room.

"Do me....doggy style," Chantel told me then. "I've always wanted to try that," she announced. Quick as a bunny, she slipped off me and stood next to the bed, next to Chrissy, throwing her arm around my daughter's waist, and then giving her a brief sincere little kiss.  I figured it to be one of reassurance, an attempt to calm her of any misgivings or concerns, until she lowered her head capturing one of my daughter's sweet tits in her mouth, sucking it momentarily, causing me to once again realize as she did that Chrissy was just as naked as we were. Chrissy moaned, allowing her hand to reach up and begin fondling one of Chantel''s breasts as they stood there together, the erotic scene taking place in front of me now, one that I didn't want to look at, but didn't want to look away from either.

"Ah so...you wanna fuck or what?" I asked, using the vulgarity of my words as a way to hide my nervous excitement, my own un-assured worries in having my own daughter actually standing there watching the two of us.

Reluctantly, Chantel gave up my daughter's breast and crawled onto the bed, her full sculptured ass now turned towards me, which she now slapped with her own hand, the sound of that firm slap filling the room as she did it again to her other cheek. 

"Do me baby, do me! Hard and fast now, fuck me as hard and as fast as you can, I want to feel that first load of joy juice shooting into my cunt!"

I quickly mounted her there on the bed, sliding up and in behind her, thankful to some degree that Chrissy now stood off to one side and behind us, I wasn't sure I could look at her, see her as she stood there watching the two of us, even if she was, even if she enjoyed watching this, watching me, fucking her friend, my friend, I wasn't sure that I would be able to continue should I see even the slightest look of hesitation, disgust, or remorse cross her face.

I plunged deeply into Chantel's cunt, over and over again, holding on to the fleshiness of her ass, driving into her deeply, nearly forcing the air out of her every time that I did.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Chantel cried out over and over again.

And I did.

I knew that it wouldn't last however, or that I would...not for much longer anyway. And just when I was about to give up the ghost, the edge I had been standing on for far too long already about to give way at any moment, when I felt, then heard Chantel's orgasm finally consume her. Her pussy became a whirlpool of slippery sucking silk that consumed my prick, then back-splashed against it as she actually discharged her female cream, surprising us both. Her cry of ecstasy was ear-piercing as she screamed her pleasure, thrusting back against me, her hand reaching down between us to capture me, holding me within her as I felt the first surge of my own explosion suddenly erupt, then like a fire-hose finally connected, jettising the streamers of hot thick rich spunk that filled her opening, bathed the deepest recess of her virginal passage, mingling now with the creamy sweetness of her own hard felt spending.

Weak-kneed, I collapsed off to one side there on the bed, sensing as well as feeling Chantel doing the same beside me, my eyes tightly shut as though glued for a moment as I fought desperately to regain my composure, just as I felt the softness of her hand, followed by the delicate exploratory tickling of my still purple swollen head, all sticky with the slime of my own juice, and Chantel's.

"Oh my God! Chrissy! No!" I fought weakly, my mind a blur with emotion as I felt the touch of my daughter's own mouth surrounding me, tasting me, and licking me. Seconds later, a second pair of lips joined hers as Chantel slithered down on the bed where the two of them now passed me back and forth like a baton in a race.

"No Chrissy, no!" I moaned. "This isn't right," but it came out as more of a whisper, more as to somehow assuage myself I'd said it, rather than feel it or actually mean it. The two of them continued, continued to lick and suck me clean, kissing one another, then sucking, licking, pleasuring me once again until I could feel the renewed surge of hardness bolstering my shaft.

"Daddy, now...I want you to fuck me," she said.

I had no words to answer that. We had already taken things too far as it was. But she continued, fearing perhaps that there would be.

"Please daddy, at least just this once, I don't want to go off to college and be some naive young girl about it if I really do meet someone. I want to know what to expect, what to experience, and how it should be, and know the difference if it isn't."

Maybe it wasn't the best reason in the world to give, but it gave me the justification I needed in hearing it. "Ok, just this once," I said meaning it. "As long as you don't hate me afterwards."

"Hate you? I could never hate you daddy, and besides, all this was my idea to begin with!" she said grinning now. "I was worried that you'd hate me for even trying it, that's why I hoped Chantel would be willing to go along with it, since she's always the one who keeps talking about doing you herself, with or without me!"

When Chrissy crawled up onto me, I still had to somehow see her as the woman she now was, the woman she'd become, and not look at her as my daughter. Strange as it may sound, as my hands cupped her pert breasts, fingering her small pink little nipples, I somehow managed to disassociate myself from her as being my own daughter, and looked upon her then as the sensual young woman that she now was. Even more so as she placed herself upon me, Chantel now standing off to one side, holding my prick, guiding it ever so gently into my daughter's cunt, rubbing it back and forth against the rapidly slickening surface of her split, until satisfied, holding it in place as Chrissy gingerly slid down my shaft, impaling it deeply inside her for the first time.

Chrissy was even tighter than Chantel had been if that were even possible, and certainly just as wet. The ease of motion, sliding in and out of her was heavenly, as were her surprised moans and groans of delight.

"Oh fuck Chantel," she said using the now erotically sounding word once again. "You were right, this is unfuckingbelievable!" she announced joyfully, lifting herself slowly, and then pouncing down on my cock rapidly, quickly like a cat stalking it's prey. "Oh fuck yeah!" she mewled once again, her hands now over mine as they caressed her breasts, pressing them even more fully against herself as we lay there rocking back and forth together. 

At first, I didn't even realize it, until the sweet musky scent of Chantel's pussy forced me to open my eyes. For only a moment, I saw her sweet succulent cunt descend, then cover my mouth as she sat down on my face, facing towards Chrissy who sat astride my cock. I couldn't see, but could only sense their combined movements, touches as they fondled one another above me, Chrissy fucking my prick, Chantel's cunt rubbing back and forth against my face until my lips, tongue began to dance on the floor of her clitoris, capturing it to hold it, gingerly suck it before letting go, only to lightly flick it furiously in tune, and in tempo with each thrust of my cock inside my young daughter's glistening quim.

"How's that feel?" I heard Chrissy ask.

"Wonderful, he's damn good at it too," Chantel told my daughter. "You're going to have to try this too!" she added.

"Oh...I'm planning on it," she announced, "after all, we have the entire weekend."

I distinctly remember telling her that it would be "just this once", but perhaps to her, that meant just this weekend, or this time together, or whatever. At the moment, I wasn't about to argue the point, nor did I really care any more either. Never before in my entire life had I felt such exquisite pleasure, such joy, and such love. And though I lay there, my prick deeply embedded inside my own daughter's cunt, her best friend mashing her own against my face, I felt no guilt no sorrow for this moment in time we were sharing together. The closeness we had always had, always known, somehow becoming even more solidified than ever before.

Before long, Chantel came again, spending herself against my face, the rush of her liquid rapture cascading in a frothy rich torrent of cream into my mouth as I suckled her clit like a nipple, hearing her now all too familiar high-pitched scream of delight. Her release, triggering my own as well as my daughters, as I again pumped yet another full hot sticky load into Chrissy's cunt, the spasmodic clenching of her own orgasmic bliss, milking it, carrying us both away for a time into a completely different universe.

We lay together in a heap for a while, catching our respective breaths, clearing our heads, that for a moment concerned and alarmed me as I worried that the moment would soon come of realization and remorse for all we had shared together.

"Come on dad...up! Up!" Chrissy announced taking my hand as she and then Chantel pulled me out of bed. "We all need to shower before round three," she announced.

"Round three?"

"Hell yes!  You're not THAT old...or would you prefer the two of us go downstairs and finish doing one another while you go back to bed and sleep?"

I found myself being pulled into the shower stall with the two of them, literally, as my cock once again hardened, surprising even myself as it did. Getting even more so as they stood there in the shower, washing and caressing one another, which I felt was more for my benefit than for theirs, though it became obvious to me that they were used to doing this together, and perhaps had done so more times than I could have ever imagined.

After our shower, I had followed them back downstairs into the living room, where they soon sat side by side, fingering one another, again perhaps for my benefit as I got more and more aroused. I watched as they used that little blue vibrator on each other, watched as they licked, sucked and tickled each other's breasts, and then curled up into a side-by-side 69 on the floor until I could take it no longer. Moving in, I soon captured my daughter's clit with my mouth, sucking it tenderly, expertly, feeling her spastic convulsions of ecstasy moments later when it came, feeling her come, tasting her sweetness as she did, just as Chantel did again, tasting my own as I came in her mouth at nearly the same exact moment,

We rested, we played, or rather they did, until I was hard and erect once again, joining them to explore, experiment in ways I had not thought possible up until now. Throughout the entire weekend we touched, fondled, fucked in every way imaginable, until pure unbridled exhaustion ended it, when I could no more even get it up. But they too had expended themselves, happy and delighted with the adventure we had all shared.

When Monday came, I drove Chrissy up to the new Campus where she'd be attending school. Chantel had come with us of course, to say good-bye to her friend for a while, until her next visit in a few months at least.

They hugged, saying their good-byes. "You take good care of my father now, promise?"

"You know I will," Chantel answered, turning to look, smiling towards me. "That's a promise."

"I'm counting on it, until he decides to find someone else, or we do..." Chrissy added as she came to give me one last kiss and a hug. "I'll be back in a few month's, so lets plan another special weekend together when I do," she said, then darted away up the steps and into the building before I could respond to that. Chantel merely laughed, taking my hand as we headed back to the car.

"She didn't mean..."

"Of course she did," Chantel grinned. "You know how she can be when she wants something."

She was right about that, I did. Chrissy would always be my little girl, even if she was all grown up now and a woman in her own right. All she ever had to do was look at me and say please, and I was butter in her hand.

"Oh and by the way, I'm supposed to give you something on the drive back."

"Oh? And what's that?"

Chantel grinned, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "A nice long slow blow-job on the way home."

I shook my head. "I don't know about that Chantel, maybe it's not such a good idea."

"Please daddy? Please?"

Now how could I possibly say no to that?



The Sleepover



(This is my first piece of erotic work to be published on a large scale. Comments welcome.)

*

Hi, my name is Tara. My boyfriend James and I have been dating for years... although not exclusively. I consider James' best friend Matt, my best friend too. Sadly, I don't have any girl friends other than the women I work with. 

Over the past few years, there has been this "spark" between me and Matt. You wouldn't know it if you were ever in the same room as us... with James... but Matt and I share a unique friendship that on occasions, has crossed the friendship line into new, interesting territory.

Let me tell you a little bit about Matt. He's intellectual, funny, charming, handsome - he says he's not, but to me he is - with his thick dark hair, his deep chocolate eyes, his luscious lips... and not to mention he's a wonderful conversationalist! All the things I really want in a guy... all the things James isn't. 

Over these past few years, I've been brazenly shy around Matt... I'm normally not that way... but I could never pinpoint why I acted this way around him. Until one fateful weekend when Matt stayed the night.

James got called in to work early on Sunday morning. He woke me up while getting dressed. We said our "see ya's" and I tried falling back asleep. But something was tearing at me... I'd close my eyes and all I could think of was that one night James was fixing the car in the driveway and called me to the small bathroom window to see.

As he was explaining the modifications, Matt walked up behind me to take a peek as well. He and James carried on a quick conversation all the while Matt's hands we caressing my breasts over my shirt, but hidden from James. This was the first time it happened. Not only did I not stop him, but for the life of me, I couldn't contain the utter pleasure I felt and let out a small sigh and a moan as I damn near melted right into him.

The replay of that time weighed heavily on me and I became very aroused. I pondered why he had turned me on so much. Why over the years have the little unexpected kisses, the friendly hugs that lasted just a little too long, the wanting to be around him, even if it meant James being there and ruining all the fun that could have been had. 

I pondered why I dreamt of him at least once a week. Why in all my daydreams and fantasies, HE was my lover... was it just sexual tension and lust... or was it more than that? I needed to know... and I knew that morning would probably be my one and only chance to figure it out.

I got dressed, brushed my teeth and hair, and put on some simple make-up. Back in my bedroom, I paced the floor a little... nervous as all hell. What if I come on too strong and he rejects me? What if he doesn't? Will that change our friendship? Will it change the way we act around each other when James is with us? And finally, would James figure it out?? 

I took a deep breath and told myself that all those questions wouldn't matter if I never answer the question burning deep inside me. So I walked into the hallway and closed my bedroom door. A few moments later I'm standing in the guest room doorway looking in on Matt who was slowly waking up.

"Morning Sunshine!" I said, all perky and innocent. 

"Uh... mornin.." Awkward moment of silence... I found myself staring deeply into his dark brown eyes for just a touch too long.

"You look all nice and warm... mind if I cuddle with you?" He had no idea that his acceptance or rejection at that very moment would either send my heart racing faster than a rocket, or do a complete nose-dive into a massive crash and burn.

His eyes rolled up as he thought about it for a second or two. Then with his hand he fluffed the comforter from underneath. I crawled in under the covers and laid my head on the pillow next to Matt's trying to warm myself up a little on this chilly winter morning. The butterflies in my stomach had never been so bad before in my life. Why was I so nervous?!

I could tell by his calmness he was still a little groggy from sleep. I turned my head towards him and looked up into his deep, inviting eyes. There were a couple times in the past where we've kissed, but being here, our noses an inch apart, I felt like I had never kissed him before. Like I had never kissed anyone before. He had always made me feel like a blushing schoolgirl, all nervous and innocent. But innocent I was not; not by a long shot.

I could hear the thoughts in my head screaming 'kiss me... please just kiss me'. Then he leaned up on his elbow and kissed me. This was not just an ordinary peck; this was a full lip sucking, electric kiss! I just melted right then and there. Instantly, I felt the burn in my belly and my nerves were on sensory overload! 

I moved my right hand up to his cheek and I held him there... 'don't stop oh please god don't stop kissing me...' 

My tummy was twisting all up in knots...unsure of this feeling of floating and trembling and melting all at once. My hand slowly slipped away from his cheek to cup his ear and neck, all the while remaining in the mind-numbing electric kiss. I ran my fingers through his hair and grabbed onto it pulling him into me.

We shifted positions slightly. Leaning halfway over me, I slid under him a little. I felt his left hand playing - toying with my t-shirt. He reached under my shirt moving slowly to my right breast all the while we kissed harder and with more passion. 

He gently grabbed onto my breast and I broke the kiss to take in a sensuous breath and moan... feeling the touch I had so longed for - for years.

I arched my back and melted into the slightest squeeze, and I moaned again, my bottom lip quivering. He watched the intense pleasure on my face and the full desire in my half-open eyes. He kissed me again; our tongues intertwined to the beat of his hand massaging and pinching my sensitive nipples.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he began sliding his hand down my belly and undid my jeans.

zzzzzip

'oh god, is this really happening... keep going... don't stop, please don't stop....'

His fingers manage to get under the elastic of my panties and he kissed my neck. Gentle at first, but I needed more.

'find the sweet spot... yes...... yes... OH!! Right There!!'

At that very moment when my back arched to the sweet sensations of his lips on my neck, and the grazing of his teeth on my skin, he shoved his hand into my panties and found a pool of wetness there. My pussy was so wet and hot and aching for his touch! Playfully, he dipped two fingers into the hot sticky juice and I shuddered and moaned. 

He released my neck from his kiss and looked into my eyes. He saw my need for him, the lust, the pain and the tears slightly welling in the corners of my eyes.

I started pulling down my panties and jeans and somehow kicked them to the floor. Then he sat up, pulling me up with him and he took off my shirt. With an expert hand, my bra was undone and thrown out of the room within seconds.

"I've wanted this for so long, Matt... I've wanted YOU for so long..."

"I can see that..." said Matt as he brought up his fingers to show me how wet I really was. I grabbed onto his hand and expertly licked the very fingers that were so close to being swallowed up by my waiting pussy. I looked up into his eyes, mine no longer misty with tears, but with desire and daring. I began to suck them - my tongue snaking it's way around and in between them, taking in all of my sweet nectar.

I reached down and rubbed his cock through his boxers. A naughty smile crept up on his face. I gave him a little squeeze and with my thumb rubbed the tip; smearing his pre-cum all over the head. I heard a little growl from within him and saw his eyes roll back and his body relax a little.

Just then he pulled his fingers from my mouth and pushed me back down. I giggled playfully, then he swung me around sideways on the bed. With my legs spread over his thighs, he took a moment to run his hands over them and inspected my pink swollen clit and the glistening lips of my pussy. He massaged and kneaded my inner thighs, slowly circling closer to my pleasure box. The closer he got, the more it teased me.

We stared into each other's eyes and we knew there was no turning back. He looked at me seeing if i wanted to go on. I reached for my breasts and began massaging them myself to let him know I was ready.

He smirked and started slowly rubbing my clit in a counter-clockwise fashion, varying his speed. Instantly, a pink rush came to my skin and I was quivering and grinding to his ministrations. I was so wet. 

I had never been this aroused before in my life. It was the most exquisite feeling, knowing that he was doing this because he felt the same need. I knew this because I saw it on his face. The pleasure on his lips and the softness in his eyes. This wasn't a cheap hook-up to him... oh no... he felt how I did. Needed.

I was on my way to an amazing orgasm when he stopped to reposition himself. He knelt beside the bed and hooked his arms around my thighs to pull me towards him. I let out a little squeal and a giggle. He chuckled and grinned from ear to ear.

"I've been waiting a long time to do this to you, Tara." And with those words I felt his tongue slide up my lips. I took in a sharp breath and I reeled in ecstasy!

"Ohhhh..." was all I could muster.

He used his lips to massage my clit, nibbling away with his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. He lapped up all my sweetness - toying with my entrance with his goatee. My hands navigated themselves to Matt's head, needing him to provide me with the release years of sexual tension has built. Without expecting it, he inserted one finger into my pussy and instantly and instinctively my back arched and I was just about ready to cum.

Thrust... I started to breathe heavily and moan a throaty quiet "unhhhhh..... mmmmmm......" Thrust... I began to grind. Thrust... I grabbed onto his hair with both hands and forcefully pulled him hard into me.

"Oh god... I'm gonna cum.... do... do it fast and hard...please.." I pleaded. 

He must have looked up to see the urgency in my face... the utter need for him to make me cum. Just then he thrust another finger into me. 

"More... fill me up..." I needed all of him so badly. I could have just then told him to fuck me hard, but I didn't want him to stop! I needed more!

Three fingers were now pumping hard into my pussy. His concentration on thrusting into me unwaivering as he would go down for a lick of my clit every few seconds...

"Oh god... fuck yeah.... uhnhhhhh yesssss...." It was building! I was burning up inside and could hardly contain it. Just then my back arched up, my head flew back and my cunt squeezed his fingers in a giant orgasm... one I had never experienced before.

"Oooohnnnhhhhhhh!!!" He continue to pound into me during my orgasm... 'oh god yessss!!!!' My pussy flooded his fingers with delicious nectar and as my orgasm subsided, he slowly pull them out. I whimpered.

After a few moments, my hearing returned and I no longer saw stars. I looked down to see his grinning face and I purred a satisfied smile. Gently he climbed on top of me, his strong arms resting beside my shoulders, holding his weight on his elbows. He kissed me. Gently at first, then with renewed passion. I could taste my own arousal on his lips and tongue... 'I love that....'

He broke the kiss and said in almost a whisper "You look like you enjoyed that."

Purring "Oh I did! That was amazing! You knew everything I liked... I loved that!!" I took a moment to see in his eyes the need for release as well. Not to mention the throbbing member resting in the crease of my closed thighs. 

"And we're not done...." I said with a raised eyebrow and my tongue sliding along my front teeth.

I rolled Matt onto his back and straddled him. I took his hands in mine and interlaced our fingers and held them in place above his head. I let the tip of my tongue slide along the rim of his right ear, breathing lightly on the moist trail, sending shivers through his body. I flicked his earlobe slightly while giving it a little nibble. I started my descent kissing his neck and shoulder, and flicking my tongue over his nipples. I released his hands and gently ran my fingernails along his skin, barely touching him. 

This sent shivers through him and I heard the definite gasp of pleasure as I quickly went back to his neck where I licked and grazed my teeth over his flushed skin. Hi arms went to grab a hold of me in a passionate embrace, but I caught them and placed them again above his head.

"No no, none of that... I'm in control right now..." I said with a devilish grin.

I gave him a quick peck on his lips and I kept eye contact with him as I slithered down his body. I stopped when I felt his cock throbbing between my breasts. I pressed them together and stroked him. The precum that had accumulated on the head was now being smeared onto my bosom creating a sticky 'squish' sound. With his cock engulfed by my ample breasts, I lowered my head, extended my tongue and gave him a little lick. His whole body jerked and he inhaled sharply.

I let his cock slip from my breasts and it smacked Matt's belly. We both chuckled for a moment, then I spread his legs so I could rest my arms comfortably between them. I hovered my moistening mouth above Matt's rock hard cock, breathing heavily in anticipation. 

I extended my tongue, flattening it out and licked all the way up the shaft starting from his balls to the head. I did it again, only this time I braced his cock with my right hand, making sure it didn't move as I licked again, only a little faster.

I let a dribble of saliva string down to the tip, and rubbed it in with my hand, stroking at a slow pace. I could see the desire in his eyes, and pleasure of seeing me lick and stroke his cock... like he had fantasized about this for as long as I had. 

"Are you ready, Matt?" I asked, licking my lips. He nodded and I started to take him in my mouth slowly, adjusting for his size. His eyes closed and his head laid deeply in the pillow. I wrapped my lips around him, using my tongue to lick the shaft so my lips would slide easily. I did not stop the downward motion until my nose rested in his tuft. I had the whole of him in my mouth and down my throat. His length filled me so that I couldn't breathe. I moved up and caught a breath.

I made a few quick little up and down movements before I stopped again. I looked up at him and his eyes were half open and his tongue was licking his lips.

I took all of him back in down to the base and made subtle "swallowing" motions to massage his cock with my throat. I did this on and off for a few minutes, and hearing the sounds of utter ecstasy escaping his lips was enough for me want to keep going. I slowly came off his cock.

"Do you like that, Matt?" I asked as I continued to slowly stroke his slippery manhood.

"Oh yeah... do more like that and I'll be sure to cum fast" he said half smiling while enjoying the stroking.

I bobbed a few moments more on his cock to ensure it's wetness. "Well, there'll be none of that until I'm ready, handsome!" I said as I gave his balls a little squeeze.

"Oh really, now?" I could see the dare in his face. Would he feel the need to compete with me and cum quickly down my throat, or would he let me take control and let things happen on my time? 

"Oh yessssss." I purred as I continued to bob up and down on his cock, slurping away. Between fast and slow cock-sucking, I would lick his balls... taking them in my mouth and sucking while my hand pumped away on his slick dick.

His breathing quickened and I knew he was almost there. I stopped sucking and I grabbed a hold of his cock and squeeze the head firmly, but not hard enough to hurt and his building orgasm subsided slightly. He chuckled a little as he knew I was prolonging his orgasm.

I was aching to have his cock fill me completely. For years now, I had been dreaming of this. My every fantasy played on variations of this very moment. Would the intense pleasure feel as good as how I imagined it, or would it be better? The moment he and I would become one would change us forever, and as the passion and the lust consumed us, all I could think of was 'right now'. 

I couldn't think of the repercussions of this act. I couldn't think of how it could change for the worse... and lastly... I couldn't even think of James. It was just me and Matt on this bed, in this room, together and nothing could take away this deep, deep feeling that was enveloping my soul. 

Out of my reverie, my arousal was becoming more apparent by the little puddle gathering by my knees. I couldn't wait any longer. I straddled Matt, with my knees sitting snugly by his hips. I could feel his cock throbbing up against my lips, causing little shivers to radiate from my core. 

He positioned his hard member in my moistened slit and I could feel his skin burning mine. He placed his hands around my waist and together I felt my pussy fill with inch upon inch and I let escape a throaty moan.

'... oh fuck this feels so good...'

Carefully I slide all the way down, my wetness allowing for no restriction. 

"I can't believe you and I are actually doing this, Matt." I said while grinding my hips on his. He lifted his hands from my waist and placed them on my gently swaying breasts to massage them. 

"It's like a dream I don't want to wake out of..." said Matt.

Up, down, in a slow manner at first; trying so hard to stay in control. But his cock felt so good inside me that I lost it! Out of nowhere the animal in me was released and I fucked Matt hard! Through the moaning and the grinding and the thrusting, I had 3 more head-pounding g-spot orgasms.

My pussy milked his cock, and I could tell by his moaning and his grunting that there was not much time before he would explode. Forcefully, he rolled me over onto my back, got on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him. I was excited by his forcefulness. I was excited by his need for release, but I was most excited by his growling and the fire in his eyes.

My breasts were pressed right up against his chest and he kissed me hard. Our tongues danced together, forcing harder with every thrust. He thrusted deep but at a slow pace because of his need to know how my pussy contracts around his cock when he kisses me. My hands were gripping at his ass needing him to thrust harder, to fill me up completely. My cunt squeezed him with every motion.

My orgasms were coming fast as nearly every 2 thrusts, I was coming. My mind and body was a single entity, merged by pure carnal ecstasy. I felt like I was being drained of my life force; being completely surrounded by white light and total love.

Matt's eyes were closed shut and he was groaning. "Fuck yeah.... oh God" He feels the burn... "I'm gonna cum, Tara...."

"I want your cock in my mouth again... I want to taste you..."

With that, he rolled off me onto his back and my mouth quickly replaced my pussy, sucking, stroking, slurping, and bobbing up and down. I felt his body tense and his hands instinctively grabbed onto my head to regulate my speed. Just then, his cock got super hard, and shot after shot of hot cum flooded my mouth and I happily took it all down my throat. With the last couple driblets now expertly cleaned up by my tongue, I fall to the bed completely exhausted.

After a couple quiet minutes as we both calmed and cooled down, we both climbed under the covers. We spooned, his left arm draped over mine and his hand gently playing with my nipples. I could feel his breath on my neck.

"I have been waiting so long for this, Matt... and it has been everything I've ever dreamed of, and more!" I said still slightly out of breath.

"Me too, Tara..."

I turned to face him and I saw the sweet smile on his face and the returned calmness to his eyes. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to say anything that would damage the most exquisite experience of my life, but then I didn't want to say nothing at all.




The Sleepover



*Hi everyone, it's been a little while since I've submitted anything here, hopefully no one will be let down. Just to let all of the readers know, this story starts out a little bit slow but I was rather pleased with the action, so if you're just looking for some fun scroll ahead a bit. I hope everyone enjoys this story and leaves me some feedback to help encourage me to keep it going! Thanks!*



I guess I should start off by telling you my name: I'm Jack Porter. Worrying about whether my name is real, or whether any of the following names are real, is really not important. What is important, or at least in my opinion, is the story I'm about to tell you all. If I hadn't been a firsthand witness, and also participant, to the following events, I likely wouldn't believe them. And so, it's pretty fair to say that you won't believe your eyes, or I suppose your ears if you are reading this aloud, and I don't blame you one damn bit. 

I suppose I'll start this little story of mine with some background information: I'm a twenty-one year old male (as though you couldn't guess that part from my name... of course every name and its uncle is unisex these days so I'm giving you that tidbit of info anyhow), tall (about 6'2"), and rather lean. I never attended college personally; I found out early that school just wasn't for me. Please don't take this to mean that I'm stupid; by most standards I'm actually a pretty intelligent guy. However, I've always preferred working with my hands and was never a fan of the educational system. 

So since I never attended college I had to find myself a job and landed a pretty good one as a warehouse manager for a company called S&B Technologies. They aren't very well known, but have a few branches scattered across the United States. Now, even though I never attended college, my girlfriend did. She got into one of the top colleges in our state; the College of William & Mary. Oh, by the way, I live in Richmond, Virginia, or very close to it anyway. I don't actually live in the City of Richmond. 

Well, due to my girlfriend attending a college, I ended up getting my fair share of the college experience: parties, drinking, late-night cram sessions, and even later-night runs to the local Wawa for coffee and donuts. It was a pretty sweet deal really; I got all of the fun without most of the work. Of course I had work of my own, but my job was never really too demanding, and a pro of joining the work force is that after eight hours you're usually done. School is another story, and it stressed Ashley the fuck out. Oh, Ashley is my girlfriend by the way. 

Ashley and I have been dating for a little over a year now, and at the time that my story takes place we had just passed our one year mark. People say we are an unlikely match: I'm white and rather quiet a lot of the time, while also being very free-minded and creative, whereas she is black (more of a medium brown really), very outspoken, and intensely stubborn about everything, which she gets from her father. Everything tends to be by the book with her and she doesn't take no for an answer. Our differences are really what made me fall in love with her to begin with so I don't mind what people say. And no matter how odd a pair our friends find us to be, they never make a big deal about it and we have some of the best friends one could hope for. 

Okay, now I know that I've been drifting in and out of past and present tense, but the reason for this is because the story I mean to tell you happened a few months ago, so I'm speaking about all sorts of different times currently. Okay, let me just cut to the chase. The following "confession" is very sexually graphic. I will go into great detail about the things that went down in most cases, so please enjoy.

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It was a warm day in March, and I had spent most of the day making last minute preparations for the party that night. Ashley's parents were gone for the entire weekend and some of the week, and so she'd decided that a party, or sleepover, was in order. Ashley was always very thoughtful and offered a place to sleep to anyone who attended her parties in case they'd been drinking too much. 

Ash loves to throw parties and is an excellent hostess. I certainly never mind helping because I don't have to do much aside from buying all of the alcohol (being the only one over twenty-one years old). 

I was lounging on one of her comfy leather sofas with my shoes off and feet propped up on the arm rest when the doorbell rang. Ashley was curled up beneath my legs, resting her head in my lap and stroking my thigh. Hearing the bell we both looked at one another with raised eyebrows. There was a pretty large roster for the party but no one should have been arriving until about eight or nine o'clock; glancing at the clock beneath the television told me that it was only about five. 

I moved my legs and stood along with Ashley and the two of us moved into the hallway heading towards the front door. Ashley peeked through the curtains before unlocking the bolt, as she always did. Opening the door quickly she revealed one of her oldest and best friends Monica standing on the front porch. Monica was smiling devilishly, as she almost always did, and soon she and Ashley were embracing. 

Compared to most girls Ashley is tall, standing at about 5'11", and her friends tended to be small for some reason. Monica stands at a mere 5'4", and so only came up to just under Ashley's chin. I've always thought she was incredibly beautiful, very exotic features. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, and a bright, stunning blue, which in my opinion gives her a sexy, exotic flair due to her skin being a sexy caramel or light brown. A few months before Monica had cut most of her hair off and highlighted it with blond; it had grown back a bit but was still rather short. On the night of the party she was wearing it in a bob just past her ears and it looked amazing on her. The way it framed her face drew attention to her natural beauty and the fact that her face was nearly flawless. 

I don't want to put her out there or anything, but Monica had struggled with some acne issues throughout adolescence, but she looked amazing that night. 

I was quick to notice how low her dark blue tank top was, and my eyes flitted across her caramel cleavage several times as she spoke to Ashley. I had personally always been fond of Monica's body. She was much smaller than Ashley in most areas, which was easy to notice, but her form was surprisingly curvy. She had a nice C cup easily, which rivaled Ashley's D's, and she was naturally thin, resulting in a tight waistline. Her hips were quite wide, but her ass was never the stereotypical black-girl booty, much like Ashley's. They both had white-girl butts, which wasn't entirely negative. A nice tight ass is still a nice ass, and both of theirs were very nice all the same. 

I must have seemed stupid standing there just staring at the two of them with my hands in my pockets, but I tried not to look the part too much. Finally Monica turned her attention toward me and smiled wide, I smiled back. "Jack! How have you been?" She asked moving toward me and ducking her head in for a fun little hug. Monica is a child at heart still and I love that about her. So far as Ashley had told me at that point I understood that Monica had never had a boyfriend and never been sexually or romantically inclined with any men. She was very innocent; but there was still that devious look about her, as if she were plotting and aware of your every thought. 

"Hey Monica," I grinned, taking her head into my arms as she planted it against my chest, "I've been doing really well, you?" I really liked the feeling of this small body against mine. Don't get me wrong, I liked the feeling of Ashley hugging me as well, but it's just something about small girls that us large guys like. The fact that we can just pick them up into our arms with ease is probably a contributing factor. Picking Ashley up was not as easy as it sounded despite her lithe frame. 

"Oh, I've been fine, just going to school and all." Ashley broke the hug and I groaned inwardly. I then scolded myself inwardly for groaning. 

"Well come on, lets go get comfortable in the living room," Ashley suggested and we followed her back into the living room where Monica immediately slipped her shoes off and slid onto the couch. 

I followed suit and sat down beside her, then Ashley sat on my other side. "So what are you doing here so early, Monica?" I asked her as I propped my feet onto an ottoman.

She shrugged her light shoulders, looking over toward me as our blue eyes met, "I didn't really have much going on so I figured I would stop by early and see if I could help out." After looking around for a bit she smiled, "Looks like you're pretty much set though."

Ashley smiled sweetly at her friend, "Yeah, we finished up almost an hour ago, but you're welcome to just hang out until everyone starts getting here. Are you staying the night?"

Monica nodded fervently, "Yeah, duh. My stuff is in the car, I'll get it later." Pulling her legs up onto the couch she glanced at the HD television, "What are we watching?"

I scrunched my face into a pathetic pout and whined, "Well I wanted to watch 'The Office', but -she- wants to watch 'Snapped'."

"So we are watching 'Snapped' aren't we baby?" Ashely crooned sweetly, leaning over to give me a peck on the cheek.

"Yeah," I grumbled with a sheepish smile. Monica laughed out loud.

"You two are priceless," she laughed. "Why do you like watching a show about women committing murder and shit, Ash?"

"Because it keeps me informed... Duh. Just in case, you know?" Her eyes flicked sideways at me and I grimaced.

"Can we please change the channel?" I pleaded to more laughter.

"Oh, oh, oh," Monica hooted, "See if 'The Game' is on, I love that show!" 

I wasn't a huge fan of 'The Game' either, and whether I would admit it or not, 'Snapped' was pretty interesting actually. It's not like I had a lot of choice though, so I laid back some more as Ashley searched through the Guide Menu and changed the channel to BET. 

We lounged there, Ashley finding her way into my lap eventually, and Monica curled up just to my left, watching the drama of 'The Game' unfold. I was on the borderline of falling asleep when someone cleared their throat behind us. Cursing silently, since I'd been having a pretty hot day dream involving Monica, I turned my head, as did the girls, and saw Ashley's younger brother Randy standing over the couch. 

"Are you ready Ash?" He asked in his deep rumble of a voice. Though he was only sixteen years old he was nearly as big as I was. 

Ashley began stretching in preparation of getting off the couch and as she did her other brother came down and stood beside Randy. Marcus was two years younger and a bit smaller because of his youth. "Yeah, we can go, just gotta put on my shoes." 

"Where are you going?" Monica asked, sitting up and turning her body around on the couch and rubbing at her wide eyes a bit. 

"I gotta take the boys over to their friends' houses for the night. Don't want them hanging around here for the party and all. It should only take about an hour, maybe an hour and a half." Ashley was yawning and pulling on her shoes as she spoke. 

"Want me to come with you, Baby?" I asked her politely, but she shook her head. 

"No, that's okay. There isn't enough room in the car for you and Monica too really, and I'm not going to let Monica stay here alone. That's just rude." 

Monica laughed lightly, "Well, actually I was thinking of taking a small nap, so that's okay." 

"And leave you in a house by yourself while you're sleeping? What if someone breaks in and rapes or kills you? You're tiny Monica. That would not be a good look." Monica and I both smiled coyly at the seriousness with which Ashley said this. 

"Alright girl, fine. Leave your man behind to protect me." 

"I plan on it," Ashley smiled. "Okay, let's go boys." She leaned in quickly to give me a firm kiss on the lips which I returned and then the three of them headed toward the front door. 

Once we'd heard the door slam and Ashley's car pull out of the driveway, Monica and I looked at one another. "Well, I think I'll go take that nap," Monica said quickly with a short smile, while standing up. 

"Oh, okay," I said lamely and then added, "Well I might take one myself actually. This show is putting me to sleep," I teased and gave her a wicked smile. 

She smiled back at me and said, "Well I'm about to go sleep in your girlfriend's bed, so think about that." 

I mustered up as much sexual appeal as I could in my voice and said, "Oh trust me... I will," and gave her a wink before we both started laughing. 

As soon as she headed up the stairs I laid back and grabbed the remote from where Ashley had left it. Before I could even think about napping I had to change the channel. I flipped it quickly to MTV, thinking some music might help me sleep. Luckily I got one of the few moments when MTV is actually showing music videos. 

The first one to come on was Beyonce's "Ego" which did not help me sleep at all. Instead I soon found something stiff straining against my pant leg. Suddenly I realized how horny I was. I hadn't had sex in about a week or so, and on top of that the day dream I'd recently had about Monica was haunting my thoughts. The next video to come on was Rihanna's "Umbrella," and this did nothing to pacify the situation in my boxers. 

After only a minute of the video and tantalizing thoughts of Monica's cleavage dancing through my mind, I was sitting up and unzipping my pants. I was pretty sure that Monica would be asleep for at least thirty minutes, so I had enough time to rub one out. Soon enough I had my thick, veined meat in my right hand, with my fist closed around it and I was stroking its length rapidly. The pleasure of skin to skin contact on my engorged cock felt wondrous. I was really horny all of a sudden. My tool was at its hardest, that point where the skin is fully taught and the head is more bulbous than usual. 

I sat there for about five minutes stroking my thick shaft, and luckily the next video to come on was Ciara's "Love Sex Magic." At this point I was so horny my thoughts were delving deeper into the realm of imagination. I thought about what it would be like to go upstairs into Ashley's room and stand over the sleeping form of Monica, stroking my glorious boner just inches above her face, and smell her scent as I eventually erupted. I could vividly imagine my seed spraying across her sleeping face, covering her cheek at first, then another shot hitting her well-done hair until she finally awoke and caught a third shot square in the forehead. I imagined smacking her cum-splattered face with my cock and draping my balls across her forehead. How would she react? I wondered about these things at times. 

Then my mind wandered and I pumped my shaft more furiously still, thinking about creeping up on her in the fading light. I could see my fat, hard cock dangling between my legs as I crawled onto the bed and discreetly undid her shorts. Carefully I would begin to shimmy them down her hips, taking my time and savoring the sight of more and more of her pubic bone being revealed; curly black hairs trimmed short and soft to the touch. Lifting her gently I'd have to be quick about getting the khaki shorts over her ripe little ass, but after that her snatch would be in full view. I wondered whether she had meaty outer lips, or if her inner lips jutted out to greet those who gazed upon them. My cock twitched as I imagined spreading her legs slowly, causing her lips to peel apart slightly, revealing just the slightest glimmer is shining pink. And then I thought about pushing her legs back, up against her chest, her lips spreading further and causing her to wake with the abruptness. I would use my body now to keep her legs back, leaning over her and grasping her arms to restrain any resistance. My fat, bulbous head was positioned perfectly at the entrance to her glistening treasure. I could see her wide eyes, mixed with confusion and horror as I smiled calmly at her and then thrust my thick rod several inches into her incredibly tight and perfectly moist pussy. The pain on her face as I stretched her virgin cunt just fueled my intention and I shoved harder and caused her to gasp loudly. I could see that she wanted to scream, but in my imagination she wouldn't. I watched myself begin pulling out and pushing back into that tight caramel cunt, and released one hand so I could rip her tank top down and watch her firm mocha tits jiggle and bounce as I fucked her... raped her. 

I could feel myself on the verge of cumming, the images swimming in my head pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Then suddenly a familiar gasp broke my attention. I was frozen: shock, fear, embarrassment, they all froze my body in place. After what felt like forever I slowly turned my head to see Monica standing at the edge of the couch, eyes wide and glued to my hefty erection. She hardly seemed to even notice me looking at her. I honestly wasn't sure what to think. 

After a few more moments I attempted to stuff my still-quite-rigid member back into my jeans. That gasp again, "W-Wait, no. D-Don't put it away Jack. I mean I interrupted you, I'm sorry." Monica's voice seemed sincere, and when I looked at her incredulously her blue eyes met mine. I could almost see a pleading look in her eyes. 

"You uh... you want me to continue?" I asked in what was obviously an unsure voice. 

"Yes, please, I mean you don't mind me watching do you?" Monica moved around the couch and sat beside me. I couldn't tell if I was more uncomfortable or excited. "I've never really seen one up close like this, just in movies and pictures." 

"Umm, sure," I mumbled, very unsure of what was going to happen. To fantasize about this sort of thing is one thing; to act on it is something completely different. The bottom line was that I had a girlfriend whom I loved and this was probably already across the line. However, despite the shock, or perhaps because of it, my lust was roaring in my loins again and any girth I had lost in the few moments I'd stopped stroking my thick friend was regained as soon as she sat down beside me and I caught her wonderful scent, felt the heat emanating from her body, and looked into those gorgeous eyes full of wonder... and if I'm not mistaken, lust. 

With Monica's bright blue eyes on me and her mouth slightly open, I took hold of my penis firmly once more and began to stroke it up and down, causing some precum to ooze from the tip. I noticed Monica shift as she saw the dribble of clear liquid smear my head. 

"You have a really beautiful dick Jack," she said after a while, and I looked at her with a playful smile. The fact that she had said that amused me greatly, and I was also flattered. 

"Thanks, but you apparently don't have a lot to compare it to." 

"Well I've seen dicks before," she countered, "and yours is just really attractive. So big, and thick, and strong. I love the head... it's so fat and juicy looking." She paused for a moment then added, "Doesn't your arm get tired?" 

I had to laugh at that. "Well, no not really. I've been doing this for many, many years," then a thought spurred on by sheer horniness occurred to me. "But I could always use a break if you wanted to take over for me?" 

I easily caught the flare in her eyes as she glanced quickly from my penis to my face. I noticed the shock and increased lust in her eyes, and lining her face. "I... Well... Really?" She fumbled the words, apparently caught in her own moral battle. I had a feeling though that those morals would not prevail this evening. 

I nodded with a smile and removed my hand from the warm skin of my shaft, "Go ahead, Mon." 




The Sleepover



I leaned back then and placed my arms up on the back of the couch. Seeming somewhat unsure Monica slowly scooted closer; the body heat she was emanating was amazing. Despite the heat of the house, the season, and the horny woman beside me, I felt shivers run up my back as I watched this small, beautiful lady lean over my stiff white cock, pointing straight up at her. Slowly, nervously, she reached out a small light brown hand and her fingertips lightly grazed the backside of my dick, causing it to jump slightly. With a gasp and a giggle she smiled cutely up at me before becoming braver. 

Thin, warm fingers wrapped gently around the base of my shaft and my body quivered a bit. I hadn't been this turned on in months. As I watched her face her smile faded and she became almost serious, and definitely concentrated. It was even cuter than her smile. Slowly she began to pump her little fist up my cock's length and her fingers just barely overlapped around it. 

"Wow... It's so soft... and warm... and firm. It feels really good. I'm not hurting you, am I?" As she asked I saw her eyes glance down at the veins bulging from my cock, and her fingers pushed at them lightly. 

"Oh, no it feels wonderful Monica. You can't really hurt a cock just by squeezing or rubbing it. Unless you use sandpaper or something," I laughed, and I could tell that my words reassured her because she tightened her grip a bit and began pumping her fist up and down faster. 

After a while of her getting used to my dick she became more comfortable and tried different speeds and techniques, even playing with my heavy balls a bit. Finally she incited a groan from my throat and this seems to signal to her that she was doing a good job because she leaned back and seemed to relax entirely. She sat with her back against the sofa, her feet up on the ottoman and slightly spread, and her right arm across my belly with her fist tightly clenched around my dick. 

Man was I enjoying myself, I just wanted to sit there and let her stroke me all night long. However, something caught my attention that had me abandon those thoughts: Monica squirmed her hips slightly while focusing on the precum oozing from my tip again and I couldn't help but reach my left hand over to her stomach. She jumped when my fingertips initially grazed her bare midriff, and sucked in her belly while looking up at me with a bit of shock on her face. 

I couldn't help but laugh, "Really? Is this taboo now?" 

Monica looked from my broad smile to my raging hard-on, back to my face and then back to her busy hand jacking me off. Looking back at me once more she looked a bit sheepish, "Sorry," she laughed, "Just caught me off guard." 

I nodded with a smile and then planted my hand more firmly upon her lower stomach. My fingers slid with obvious intention downwards and when it slid beneath her khaki shorts and bumped into the top of her satin panties my mind flashed back to the day dream I'd been having before she interrupted me, and my cock twitched eagerly. After snaking my way beneath her undies I expected to find a field of soft black curls at my fingertips. To my surprise, however, I found nothing but more and more baby-smooth skin. My fingers were halfway down her pubic bone now and still no sign of even a stray hair. I was amazed, and incredibly turned on... If it was possible to be any more turned on at that time. 

Now I was sure that this was a treasure I needed to behold, needed to unearth, and my hand moved faster, covering the silky distance almost immediately and feeling the indentation of her lips for the first time. Monica's body quivered and shook beneath my touch, and this did nothing but fuel my passion and anticipation. I couldn't help wondering at that moment whether this girl had ever been touched in her most secret place by anyone other than herself.

Moving slowly, I pushed my middle finger against her hot lips, and could very easily feel the extreme heat pulsating from within. The tip of my finger made its way forward, stroking caressingly down the valley of two thick pussy lips. I could tell already that she had a very sexy pussy, and I hoped beyond hope that I would get to eat it very soon. I could already smell it, wafting up through the gap in her shorts. It was very different from Ashley's but had the similar pussy juice smell to it.

Without warning I pushed my finger down past the meaty barrier and felt the skin of my finger soaked in a gooey warmth, and simultaneously felt Monica's body jump and her labia tighten around my finger while she moaned loudly. Of course I took this as encouragement, and my middle finger pushed forward more, exploring the soaking wet gash it had discovered. I, for one, love the feeling of a soft, wet pussy. The silky feel of those pink insides, and the hot, wet warmth just turns me on. And so, as I delved deeper, pushing forward and tracing a light circle around her entry, and then retracting my finger back to the top of the gash and finding her hard little nub, I was getting hornier and hornier by the second. Funnily enough, I wasn't even close to cumming. This was partly because when I found Monica's slit she stopped stroking my pulsating prick, but it was also due to the fact that I was just enjoying myself too much to blow my load and ruin it. I wanted to eat that tight little twat.

I continued to drag and swirl my finger around in Monica's cunt, not even inserting my finger into her pussy, but just sliding it back and forth, taking time to circle her firm clit and pinch it lightly. Monica was moaning now, her light voice forming lusty groans and coos, "Wow... I've never felt anything like that... Oh! Shit, Jack." Her hips were now gyrating a bit and I knew it was time to adventure further. 

Leaning to my left, I planted a fond kiss upon the side of Monica's throat, parting my lips I began to suckle upon her soft flesh. She tasted delectable, and soon I was ravaging her neck, provoking more soft gasps and moans to escape from her lips. She'd begun to squirm more fiercely against my hand, and I wiggled my finger back and forth to entice her. 

While my mouth was busy attacking the soft flesh of Monica's throat, my finger slipped down her slit once more and finally sought to push its way deeper into that hot little body. I was surprised by just how tight Monica was. Ashley was a virgin when I first fucked her, but I'd spent a lot of time before that finger-fucking the shit out of her, and when I finally pushed my dick into her slick opening it wasn't half as tight as what I had my long digit buried in right now. 

In spite of the snug fit, my finger moved rather easily through Monica's pink tunnel, and she arched her back sharply in response, moaning aloud and rolling her eyes. I was pretty sure at that point that this was the first time her sweet little pussy had ever been penetrated by anything. I spent a little more time wiggling my finger gently within her, but honestly I didn't want to stretch her too much with just my finger, and so it wasn't long before I withdrew my hand completely from her shorts. 

By that time I'd also abandoned her neck and at this sudden lack of attention Monica looked at me with pitiful blue eyes, despite them being full of lust. I just smiled back at her and brought my hand up to my face. Her scent was strong on my fingers, and the middle digit was soaked in her juices, and covered in that slightly thicker and more visible material girls create. I brought the finger to my nose and inhaled it; what a beautiful smell, I hated to admit it, but much better than Ashley's. She smelled sweeter than my girlfriend, and this was likely due to a better diet. Though both girls were rather lean, Ashley ate meat and junk food very often, whereas Monica fixed her own food and ate a lot of fruit and veggies. The difference was very noticeable. Monica smelled pure, light, and delicious. I couldn't stop myself from slipping my finger between my lips and devouring the left over juice. 

God it was good. Like a sweet drink. There was a slight tang to it and a bit of an aftertaste, but for pussy juice it was delicious. Her passion almost seemed enhanced by this display, and she moved forward with vigor and our lips collided. The first kiss was sweet, and laced with passion, and then our mouths parted and our tongues intertwined. This was apparently something she had done before, and she was good at it. We made out for some time, my dick jabbing her firmly in the thigh from the way I'd rolled over, and I could tell that she was savoring the taste of herself on my lips and tongue. As our tongues wrestled and our lips suckled, my hands were busy as well. 

Both of my hands had found the hem of her tank top and I eagerly began tugging the material up and over her torso. I threw it to the other side of the couch once she was free and then wrapped my arms around her and swiftly unhooked the three small clasps on her bra. It was evident my patience had run out and my lust and hormones had taken over. She helped me shrug the bra off of her chest and shoulders, and I couldn't help but break our kiss to gaze upon the beautiful breasts that were bared to me. 

Like I'd said before, Monica had a really nice chest for her size, and because of her size they looked even bigger than they probably actually were. Her breasts were very perky for their size as well, hardly seeming to sag at all. Each was only slightly paler than the rest of her body, still a shade of light brown, and atop each glorious tit was a dark brown gumdrop nipple. God was she perfect. Her nipples weren't all that wide, but the aureolas stuck out a bit and her nips were half an inch long and firm; they were ripe for sucking. 

Seeing it as only fair, I gripped the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up my body to toss to the other side of the couch as well. Now I'm not much of a braggart, but I do go to the gym regularly. I'm no athlete or model, but my chest is pretty nice and you can see the faint lines of my abs through my belly. My arms are pretty large too, as well as toned. 

Immediately after we were half-naked I slid down her body and took one delicious tit into my palm, squeezing it firmly and gobbling up the fat nipple capping it. I twirled my slick tongue gently around that delicious little nub at a steady pace, causing her to squirm beneath me. One of her hands found my soft brown hair and she began running her fingers through it, sending shivers down my back. Her other hand was reaching down between my legs as I slurped on her titty. My cock jumped in her hand as she fastened those tiny fingers around it once more, but this time upside down. She began jerking forcefully, and I groaned into her plush breast meat with pleasure. 

Feeling like I might explode soon I knew I had to calm down; I wanted this experience to last as long as possible. My mind darted furtively to Ashley who would be back in just over thirty minutes if she was on time. The thought only encouraged me to move along. Releasing her dark brown nipple with a lewd slurp I began to kiss and lick my way down her breast, my tongue and lips caressed the skin her mounds and I nestled my face affectionately between them. I continued my journey down her body, causing her to quiver and squirm with every kiss. When I had finally kissed my way around her belly button and was tracing a line along the top of her shorts with my tongue, she was moaning loudly and my hands were reaching forward to begin unbuttoning her last line of defense. 

It was hard to keep myself from just yanking the shorts down her hips and legs, but I managed to slide them with the help of her wiggling her hips back and forth. Finally she was in just a pair of dark blue satin panties, with a huge wet spot in the crotch. I couldn't stop myself from simply tugging the soft blue material down her legs and tossing them aside carelessly. 

Finally, there she was, nude and in all her glory. I was on my knees on the floor by now, but I sat back on my haunches to admire her with a satisfied grin on my face. I must have made her self-conscious because she attempted to cover herself a bit, squeezing her legs together. With a chuckle I leaned forward and grasped her knees; no strength was needed to pry them apart. 

Her pussy was extremely attractive; her outer lips were just slightly darker than the rest of her skin, they were nice and meaty (my favorite kind), which caused a gorgeous cleft (also known as a cameltoe), and her snatch was completely bald; obviously waxed. There was no immediate sign of her inner lips peeking out, but as I spread her legs wider her crack split and I got my first gander at the thin, slightly wrinkled brown lips hidden within. And between those was a glistening glimmer of light pink flesh; my cock twitched instinctively. God, what a fuckin' sight that was. 

"Such a pretty pussy Monica," I murmured and looked up into her eyes. Though her cheeks were already tinged with a rosy red from the heat of the room and the heat of our encounter, she flushed a deeper red at my words. 

With a shy smile she whispered, "Thank you." She might have wanted to say more, but I wasn't planning to let her. 

It was probably more aggressive than I had planned, but I quickly shoved my face down between her thighs and inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy. This close up I could see how much her cunt was drooling from its tight pink hole, and I stationed my tongue there first, taking a long slow lick to eat up all the juices I could. Once she felt my soft, slimy flesh stroke its way up her gash she let out an explosive, "Ooooh!" and attempted to climb backwards up the couch. 

I had to grasp her hips and pull her back to my face in order to get her to sit still. My tongue went back to action once she was seated and found that hole again, lapping at it quickly now. Still holding her hips with one hand I took my other hand and used it to pin back her thick, bald lips. This allowed some more access and I pressed my face forward more, my tongue pushing its way inside of her and my nose pressed firmly against her clit. Wagging my tongue and face back and forth like this really got her going; she was nearly screaming and her thighs were contracting around my head while her hips bucked into me. 

For a while I didn't want to stop ravaging her tasty tunnel, it was so good, almost sweet, and very hot. Eventually, however, my tongue began to tire and I removed my face from her crevice; I looked like a glazed donut I'm sure. She probably thought I'd finished because she let out a low groan, but I dove back down momentarily and began to munch on her sexy lips, nibbling and suckling lightly. This sent her back up the back of the couch, so I held onto her with both hands once more and worked my way up her delectable pussy lips, gnawing as I went. When I made it to her fat, juicy little clit I licked it tentatively and watched her body jump. Three more times I licked the sensitive bud and she convulsed with each tease. 

Then, without warming I sucked the nub between my lips and began rolling them around it while flicking the tip of my tongue across the available flesh. She went fucking wild. She was bucking and screaming, her hands reached down and now instead of pulling away she had my hair grasped in her fingers and was pulling me closer. I dared to nibble while continuing to lick at the tender flesh and received the results I'd expected, though perhaps multiply my expectations by ten. 

I could feel her body tense, her knees locked on my shoulders, her thighs tightened, and I quickly glanced up at her face between those two lovely brown tits, one of which she was squeezing firmly in one small hand. Her face was full of ecstasy and as I watched her, her mouth dropped open and began mouthing silent gasps while her eyes began to roll. Then her head jerked back against the couch and her body convulsed. 

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She was howling her curses, but her voice was dripping with lust and I knew she was having her first orgasm ever. I continued my attention on her clit, careful not to hurt her as she began to buck, riding my face while still holding my hair with her free hand. Suddenly, and to my great and pleasant surprised, a hot gush of fluid blasted my chin and throat. In my surprise I released her clit and backed away a bit, catching a second hot gush in the face. I realized immediately that the clear liquid she was firing at me was her cum and without missing a beat after my initial shock I reached forward and began rubbing her cunt back and forth firmly. I provoked a long spray of cum that I attempted to drink as it came and then two short bursts to end her body-racking orgasm. 

As she came down from her orgasmic high Monica let out a low, satisfied sigh. She began to weakly sit herself up once more, having flattened out on the couch during her convulsing. As she laid those beautiful blue eyes upon me I was smiling fondly at her, but the look in her eyes was one of horror. 

"Oh my God, Jack! I peed on you! Oh my God, oh my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't know what that feeling was, I thought it was an orgasm, which I guess it was, but I peed too! Oh no... This is horrible." She was sitting up now, her cheeks flushed deep red and her body language was frantic. 

Calmly I grabbed one of her wrists. "Mon, that was just a plain old orgasm. Okay... not plain, it was special. And that makes you special. You're able to squirt naturally. A lot of girls have to work for that." I took one finger and swabbed my skin with it and then sucked said-finger dry. "See? It tastes good, even sweeter then your lube juices." Once I'd seen the relief flood her face I leaned toward her and planted a firm, wet kiss on her lips, which she returned. 

Once our kiss was broken we sat there quietly for a moment just looking at one another, she was still breathing somewhat hard. Monica broke the silence, "That was really amazing Jack. No one has ever made me feel like that, nor made me comfortable enough to want to do those things with them." She smiled at me sweetly, "But you haven't even gotten to cum all this time. Why don't you bring that big hunk of meat over here, huh?" Her sweet smile had faded now and that familiar mischievous grin and twinkle in her eyes had returned. If my dick had lost any of its hardness during this entire interaction it had regained it at that request. 

I didn't need any more coaxing, with a grin of my own I took my meat into my hand and got up off of my knees and moved closer to the couch. Quickly I undid my belt and jeans and stepped out of them and my black boxers. I had to kneel on the couch, creating a shadow over Monica as I did so, in order to level my cock with her cunt. Suddenly I thought of something very important and reached awkwardly for my pants to retrieve my wallet. 

Monica read my mind, "Fuck a condom. I've been regulating my period with birth control for like two years. We should be good, baby." I grinned down at her and then pushed my dick against her soft, smooth brown lips for the first time. She gasped audibly and I could see her shiver and then tense up. 

Reassuringly I reached to stroke her face softly. That same hand then moved down her body, stroking over her throat, then up and down her soft breast, gliding over the nipple and down to her rib cage, around her hips and down to her steaming cunt. Gently I used two fingers to pry apart her thick brown lips and looked down at the beautiful pink entrance my cock was kissing. I eased my hips forward, lined up with her tight little hole. 

The hot moisture of her insides greeted my dick warmly and I groaned; she tensed further. I knew she was worried about it hurting, but with all of the lubrication she's exerted today I was sure she'd be fine. I pushed more, I could feel the tightness pressing against my head, I pushed a bit harder and it gave way slightly, hugging just the tip. With another light push I was able to slip half of the head in and felt her stretching against the pressure. She was stretching easily, allowing my dick to invade her velvet tunnel, and by the moan mixed with pleasure and relief I knew she was happy there was minimal, or no, pain. 




The Sleepover



Just a bit further, I thought as I pushed forward some more, and, with a lewd slurp and plop, my head was swallowed by the slick pink entrance. I groaned with pleasure, fuck it was tight. It felt like her pussy was strangling my dick. It was truly about as tight as Ashley's asshole was, but it was warmer, slicker, and more accepting. After resting my head inside for a moment I could feel her muscles working, guiding me in; almost begging. Monica wanted this as much as I did, and I wasn't going to let her down. 

Releasing her pussy lips I used my fingers instead to rub firmly at her exposed clit, while using my other hand to support my body over her. Slowly I pushed myself further and felt her muscles stretching around my shaft as I began sinking another inch into one of my girlfriend's best friend's hot twat. She was rocking slowly now, apparently trying to keep herself from attacking my cock, and the moans rumbling from her throat were pushing me forward. Another inch sunk into the depths of that clinging love tunnel and her walls hugged tighter than ever as the broadest portion of my thick cock began penetrating her.

To my surprise Monica interrupted my slow approach to our love making, "Please just fuck me Jack! Oh, fuck Jack!" She cried out as I slid in further and she rolled her hips on me. "God, I need this big white dick in my tight little black pussy. I need you to fill me! You make me feel so good baby!" She reached up to draw me into a passion-filled kiss and doing so thrust herself onto my dick. I was more than halfway in now and when our kiss broke I looked down and nearly shot my load.

I've mentioned that Monica is a small girl, and she had an extremely pretty, tight, and petite cunt. I also mentioned that I'm a rather big guy, but what I have yet to mention is that my dick is just over nine inches long and with a four inch girth. So seeing that tight little virgin pussy speared on my dick had me wanting to empty my balls inside of her right then and there.

I watched myself as I pushed in another inch or so, and then I looked up at Monica who was biting her bottom lip and staring down at her impaled pussy as well. "God you're so fuckin' huge," she groaned when she caught my eye. "You like fuckin' this little black pussy? Mmmmmm... Come on! Fuck me baby, I wanna know what it's like to get fucked. Make me a woman, fuck yeah." She hissed her pleasure as I finally jabbed all of what I could fit inside of her. Impressively only about an inch was left once I'd hit her back wall.

Our lips locked again as I drew my meat out of her chamber and then thrust it back in quickly. She moaned into my mouth and I slid back out once more and thrust in. Soon I found my rhythm and picked up speed. Our kiss broke as I began to pump her pussy in earnest. To my intense pleasure Monica's pussy barely lost any of its tightness as I began fucking it harder and harder, the walls clung to my flesh and she'd even gotten the hang of working her muscles in unison with my thrusts.

Soon the air was filled with my grunts, her moans, and the hot, lewd sound of her pussy squelching as I pounded it hard and fast. As I fucked her, I watched her: the pleasure playing across her face, the cute furrowed brow she got when I hit a really good spot and then the relieved gasp of joy when I found a new spot. I was in paradise.

I didn't want it to end. In the back of my head I knew we couldn't have too much longer before Ashley returned home and caught us (and consequently ripped my nuts off), but I couldn't let this stop. Ironically the only way I could think to keep it going was to stop. I slowed my work on her cunt and then began pulling out completely. When my head finally plopped out her pussy squelched wetly from being so stretched, but I didn't even care. I barely took time to appreciate her gaping hole or notice the disappointed look on her face.

With cock in hand I moved up on the couch a bit and smacked her plush titty with my thick meat and she gasped. The grin on her face told me it wasn't a bad gasp. Like a horny little slut her reaction was to grasp both of her brown breasts and push them up for me. Playfully I slapped them both with my cock and then took the shaft against her cheek. The humiliation seemed to fuel her lust because she just moaned and grinned wider. I smacked her again it my dick and she retaliated by licking at it. Another smack, but on the other cheek, and then she opened her mouth, perhaps to say something, but I shoved my meat inside instead and her jaw stretched low.

Grasping the back of her head I began fucking her face with a bit of force, "Pull your teeth back sexy, don't hurt your friend here." I grinned and she obediently pulled her teeth back a bit as I continued to fuck her. The sexiest part of the whole interaction for me was that she kept eye contact the entire time. It almost seemed like she wanted to obey me and read my instructions through my retinas. If she could read me then I must have been able to read her because in her eyes I saw only two words, "Use me."

I thrust harder, and the tip of my dick entered her throat for the first time. I expected her to gag and she did, but Monica recovered quicker than any girl I'd ever face-fucked. The next time I pushed my dick into her throat she braced herself and the muscles clenched against my head. She was fucking good. I decided to test her and thrust harder, she took it and I sank two extra inches into her throat. She could see the praise in my eyes and moaned her pleasure back at me. Deeper was my next thrust, and I held it. I'd speared my dick deep into her throat, there was no way she could breathe with my fat cock filling her mouth just like it had filled her pussy moments ago. She didn't react, she held the position obediently and I pushed forward again without withdrawing until her nose was pushed into my dark brown bush. Her neck was straightened now because a white dick filled it completely; it took all I had not to spill my load into her belly right then. I could see where my dick swelled her throat a bit. Jesus-fucking-Christ. Reluctantly I pulled back and she gasped for air and shocked slightly, slurping up extra saliva that was dripping from her mouth and some snot that had run from her nose when her air was cut off.

I couldn't even wait for her to recover before I smacked her face with my shaft again and she smiled at me. God, she smiled at me; the fun me and this beautiful girl would be having for years to come would be wondrous. Before I moved on I knew how to fuel her fire even more, I smacked her face again and then drew the tip of my saliva-soaked dick up her face until my balls were resting on her forehead. I had a pretty big set of nuts and they drooped across her skin, then I drug them down over her eyes, onto her nose, and finally in front of her mouth. Without missing a beat she gobbled one nut into her hot mouth and began suckling it tenderly. I groaned loudly and reached down to squeeze and pinch one of her big brown titties.

Once she'd released my ball I slunk my cock back down her body and leaned down to give her a strong, messy kiss, swirling my tongue around hers. The kiss broke quickly though because I had plans and not a lot of time. I grasped her hips firmly and with a slight twist told her to flip over. In such a short time she'd become and expert, she knew what she was doing. Flipping over on the couch, Monica climbed onto her knees and gripped the back rest with both hands before jutting her tight little ass back at me.

Because her ass wasn't a typical black booty I could already see her tight, puckered hole winking at me as she bent over, and briefly I dipped down to kiss it once and then lick her crack thoroughly. The tight body beneath my tongue quivered at my touch and I heard Monica moaning erotically once more. I knew she'd be an ass whore as well, but I didn't have the time to warm that sexy backdoor up now. I was positive I'd stretch that hole sometime in the future though.

Pulling my tongue back I took hold of both of her firm caramel cheeks and squeezed them a bit. I pulled them apart some more and saw the sexy slit bellow her asshole peek open once more. With one knee I pushed her legs apart some more and it split wider. I was too hot to waste anymore time, my cock was soon sliding its way through that lovely pink tunnel. Monica gasped sharply as her pussy let out a loud slurping sound at my penetration, but then she rocked back against me, twisting her hips and grinding her pelvis back into mine.

My head was bury to her wall in no time and I began my fervent fucking of that perfect pussy once more. In and out, in and out, faster and harder. She was moaning with every thrust and my grunts kept getting louder. I smacked her ass and she yelped but twisted her hips harder. This was it, fuck, I could feel my orgasm building in the tip of my cock. Then another lewd slurp penetrated the air and Monica slid away from my thrusts. I literally grabbed after her but she was quick.

I was almost pissed, how did she know? That devilish smirk melted away any anger though as she turned around to look at me. "Lay down," she commanded me. Suddenly the tables were turned and I had no choice but to obey.

I hadn't seen this coming int he least, but apparently little Monica was full of surprises. I did as she'd said and moved onto the couch beside her, laying down on the cool leather and shivering a bit as my cock shot straight up like a mayflower pole. It didn't take long to see what she was planning.

Aggressively, Monica crawled forward and over my body until her cunt was just above my rigid pipe. I grinned at her and she smiled back before plopping her hips carelessly down on my dick. "Shit," I groaned and she rose her hips up and slammed down again. Several more of these quick slams, then she began smaller bucks that drove the tip of my cock wild. Her hands scaled my body and planted themselves firmly on my chest.

She swirled her hips and bucked at the same time; she was riding me like a pro. My balls were aching with the need to release and then she leaned back, no longer hunched over my body, and the sensation in my cock changed. Supporting herself with her hands beside my thighs now she began riding up and down the length of my shaft, back arched, hips no longer rotating, and this caused my head to rub against the front wall of her cunt. Her tits jiggled sexily with every bounce on my dick and suddenly she cried out, fingers clenching at the leather couch.

I felt her tight twat clench, and short brown legs flexed against my sides. I felt her body begin to convulse on top of mine. The vacant, sex-crazed look on her face at that moment was more than enough to set me off, and being so close to cumin already my balls exploded uncontrollably. "Fuck!" I shouted as my cock erupted inside of my girlfriend's friend. I began filling that black cunt with pure white spunk. She was grinding again and as I felt load after load empty inside of her belly I could feel another pressure against my cock's head and realized just as she leaned back further that she was squirting again. By leaning back she released my spewing cock from the confines of her clenching pussy. Cum went everywhere, my cock was covering her cunt and my belly and as she sped her hand back and forth on her lips like I'd done earlier she covered me and the couch in her own hot jism.

Her orgasm didn't last as long this time around, but mine was done before hers, and for a while we just laid there on the messy couch breathing hard, both completely exhausted. My memory at that moment is slightly foggy, but I recall stroking her hair for awhile and then almost as if we'd heard someone coming we both jumped up and began tugging on our clothes. Once our pants were on we looked at one another and began laughing.

It only took a few minutes to get ourselves presentable again and then Monica began cleaning the sofa to the best of her ability and I went searching for some kind of disinfectant to spray the air with and cover the scent of sex. Then we both went into the bathroom and washed our faces and tried to cleanse as much of the sex from our bodies as we could. By the time we felt like everything was straight it was nearly seven thirty and still no sign of Ashley. I grabbed my phone and texted her to make sure she was okay before Monica and I curled up in each other's arms to watch some more of 'The Game' before my girlfriend returned.



*Please be sure to leave me some feedback and let me know what you think. I started a second chapter to this story but ran into a mental block, hopefully some good feedback could change that. I hope you enjoyed yourself.*



The Sleepover



A few years ago, I broke a lot of taboos for my own pleasure when I got a surprise request from a friend.

I was putting away some dishes in the kitchen one Thursday night in late November when the phone rang. I answered it.

"Hello Frederika, it's Angela. Can we talk for a minute, dear?"

"Sure. I haven't seen you since the fundraiser at the Indigo Cafe last month, and we barely had a chance to chat." Angela, a well-known local real estate agent, and I had both volunteered for a committee rustling up private donors for new diagnostic equipment for the city's general hospital, and had hit it off in the two years we'd known each other.

"I know, it's been crazy. Look, I need to ask you a favour."

"What's going on?"

"Well, I promised Sophie a sleepover with Tessa on Friday. You know, this is their last year at Cavendish House together before Sophie goes to Yale on her English scholarship. And they're both so busy -- Tessa's captain of the volleyball team again this year -- so it's been hard to find the right weekend."

"Oh, I know what you mean about busy," I said. "I was hoping to get away for some skiing with the rest of the clan this weekend, but I fell off my bike on Monday and banged up my knee a little bit. Nothing serious, but no skiing for me. I'll be alone for the next three days."

"You poor dear!" said Angela. "These icy roads are so treacherous. I wonder if I should ask someone else..."

"Angela, just tell me what you need."

"Well, Dan Horvath from my office came down with pneumonia and can't go to the Property Realtors of North America conference in Toronto this weekend. They're pulling me in to do his presentation. In and out. I'll be back Sunday afternoon."

"So, let me guess," I said. "You don't want to tell Sophie she can't have her sleepover, but you also don't want to leave the girls unsupervised."

"Would you be a dear? Come over on Friday at 5:30. Sophie will let you in. I've made vegetarian lasagna and left it in the fridge. Oh, and it's just the one night. Sophie will stay over at her father's place on Saturday."

"Any house rules, Angela?" I inquired with a smile in my voice. I was starting to get excited about the opportunity in front of me.

"Oh, the usual," she said. "No boys. No alcohol. Lights out by 11. I signed Sophie up for Saturday morning yoga, and she needs to be there by 7:30, so ..."

"I'll take care of everything," I said. "Have a safe trip."

My heart was pounding and my cunt was clenching with excitement as I hung up the phone. It wasn't simply the prospect of spending the night at Angela's new, three-bedroom West End house with two beautiful 18-year-old girls. It was the memory of what had happened at the fundraiser lunch last month.

The organizers had provided an assigned seating plan, and Angela, as a gold-level donor, was seated at the long central table. By chance, I wound up at a back table, nestled in between Sophie and Tessa, both of whom had helped out at the flower basket sale in September.

During the five-course meal, Tessa told me she wanted to be a nurse when she finished her university sports career, and put her hand on mine when she was talking to me. Sophie told me she loved my new black silk dress from H&M, and took multiple photos of the three of us squeezing together with her iPhone.

Frankly, I was so utterly turned on by the feel of the girls' soft skin, the scent of their freshly shampooed hair, and their young, firm breasts pressing up against me that I didn't care much that Angela and I only got to speak briefly afterwards. My mind was consumed and my pussy was soaked with the thought of fucking Angela's daughter and her best friend.

When I got back into my car afterwards, I pulled up my dress, yanked aside my panties, and frigged off to a raw climax in the front seat, in broad daylight, not caring if anyone saw me.

Now, I wanted to teach those two young flirts a thing or two, and I had a plan to carry out -- if all the signs were right.

On Friday evening, I stood at the kitchen island in Angela's house, sipping a glass of red wine and watching a light snow fall on the backyard. The girls were chopping up cucumbers and carrots for the salad. Tessa was in blue silk pajamas with three buttons undone at the top, while Sophie wore a long, lace-fringed pink nightie. I'd turned the heat right up when I got in since it was well below freezing outside.

I wore a tight, low-cut green rayon blouse, which, along with my underwire bra, emphasized that I had the biggest, most perfectly shaped, and most desirable breasts in the room. I also had a pair of new Levi's jeans that made men and women alike stare lustfully at my ass whenever I walked past. I'd caught Sophie looking at it in the mirror right when she let me in.

My knee was a little bruised, but feeling much better. I wasn't limping anymore. In fact, I felt really good. Ripe. And ready.

"Hey, I'm not going to yoga tomorrow," Sophie said. "They cancelled it because of the snow."

Tessa -- tall and brash with shoulder-length brown hair and sparkling eyes, looking closer to 25 than 18 -- came over to me, extending a spoon toward my mouth. "Wanna taste this cherry tomato vinaigrette I made? It's pretty awesome if I do say so myself."

"I'd love to." I opened my mouth -- and then Tessa's hand fluttered, drizzling the vinaigrette across my cleavage.

"Oh shit! I am so sorry, Frederika," Tessa said, not entirely sincerely.

"That's all right, we're all staying in tonight," I said, meeting her eyes with a firm gaze.

"Here, let me help you clean that up," Tessa said. I sat down on a nearby chair and Tessa brought a warm, wet towel, running it slowly over my breasts -- just the way I wanted -- to get every drop. But there were still a few stains on the blouse, and some vinaigrette had gotten on my jeans as well.

"You know, Frederika, my mom keeps two spare dressing gowns in the guest bedroom," said Sophie, putting the salad on the dining room table. She was as slim and elegant as Tessa was robust. If it hadn't been for her curl-strewn hair being blonde instead of red, she could have been a lookalike for the model in Louis Smith's Holly, a painting of a nude woman chained to a rock that I'd once seen at London's National Portrait Gallery.

"Go get me one, honey," I said, finishing off my wine. "Why not? This is a sleepover, isn't it?"

When Sophie came back with the dressing gown, I slowly and calmly began to remove my clothes in front of the girls. They needed to see what the body of a mature woman, free of inhibitions, looked like.

I handed Sophie my blouse and jeans. "Put these in the laundry hamper." She went off.

I wasn't going to keep my bra and thong panties on, not with Tessa watching me lustfully as she stood next to the oven where the lasagna was heating up. I unhooked my bra casually and cupped my tits in front of her, my nipples aroused from my natural exhibitionism.

Sophie -- more innocent, more of a mama's girl than Tessa -- came back just in time to see me bending forward with my back toward her, pulling down my panties and giving the two girls a very nasty reveal with my asshole exposed -- it felt so good to show it -- and my completely unshaved cunt lips showcased perfectly between my thighs.

"You've got a great body, Frederika," said Tessa.

"Yeah, you totally do," said Sophie, helping me into the dressing gown. I barely did up the waistband, leaving my breasts and pussy half-exposed so that the girls could continue to get a good eyeful, which they clearly loved.

"Why, thank you, girls," I said. "I thought we made a pretty hot threesome at that lunch last month."

"You know what?" said Tessa. "I use one of the photos we took there as a screensaver on my iPad. And when Sophie's mom said she had to go to Toronto, Sophie said right away, 'Can Frederika come?'"

"I'm very glad I did," I said, gathering them into me for a hug and kissing Sophie on the cheek. Tessa, saucily, turned her kiss into a peck on the lips, and gave me a significant look.

I was so turned on by now. I knew exactly what I wanted to happen. But I had to make sure that they weren't just a pair of little cunt-teases. And I knew how to verify that.

A few minutes into dinner, I excused myself, went into the downstairs hallway, and adjusted the central thermostat several degrees lower. I came back and sat down next to Sophie, running my hand through her long blonde curls.

"So how did you girls get to be such good friends?" I asked. "When I was at school, Sophie, usually the English lit girls like you didn't hang out with the captain of the volleyball team."

"Well, we've been at school together for five years, and we just like a lot of the same stuff," said Sophie. "We both like Arcade Fire. Tessa comes to my yoga class whenever she can. We're into classic Hollywood actresses, you know, like Catherine Deneuve, Charlotte Rampling, and Catherine Zeta-Jones."

"Did you see The Hunger Games, Frederika?" asked Tessa. "We both think Jennifer Lawrence is pretty hot for a younger actress."

"Oh, I wouldn't kick her out of bed," I said with a wicked smile.

Sophie turned pink and erupted into giggles. Tessa said: "Wow, that would definitely have to be a big bed. To fit all four of us, I mean."

"Sounds like a dream come true," I said. "Jennifer should be so lucky." Now they both giggled.

We continued eating, and a few minutes later, I excused myself again.

In the hallway, I turned the thermostat down again, and came back. I could feel it starting to get a little chillier in the dining room.

But when it came to dessert, things heated up again. Sophie brought in a dish of fresh strawberries and with whipped cream on top. "I can't have any because my mom has me on a cleanse," said Sophie.

"I'll have just a little later on," said Tessa. "Frederika, I want to say again that this is just so awesome that you would come over to be with us. It would have sucked if we had to cancel."

The girls pulled their chairs over to me. Tessa got behind me and started kneading my shoulders and neck with her strong, athlete's hands, while Sophie spoon-fed me strawberries. My cunt was so soaked now that I knew that there would be a wet patch on my seat when I got up.

I dipped my finger into the whipped cream and held it out to Sophie. "Taste it."

"I can't, my mom said -- "

"What your mom said doesn't matter right now," I said. Tessa's hands tightened with unmistakable excitement on my shoulders and I felt her dark hair brush against my neck as she leaned forward.

I pushed my cream-covered finger into Sophie's mouth. She obediently took it, sucking off every drop of cream. Then I took her beautiful face between my hands and kissed her full on the mouth. Sophie put her arms around me, our tongues touching with urgent need. Tessa leaned further forward and made it into a three-way kiss, her breasts pressing up against me.

Finally, I broke away. We all gazed at one another.

"Have you noticed it's getting a little chilly down here?" I said.

Tessa laughed. "Why no, Frederika. But yes, maybe a little now that you say so."

"I've adjusted the thermostat but it doesn't seem to be working," I said. "We'll all be much warmer upstairs in your mother's bedroom, Sophie."

Minutes later, I lay spread-eagled on Angela's king-sized, four-poster bed, my dressing gown wide open, with the two 18-year-old girls lying on either side of me. Each of them was suckling one of my tits. Tessa made me moan with the way she sucked me in, nice and deep, while Sophie drove me wild with her tongue constantly flicking and teasing my nipple.

I masturbated eagerly as the two girls serviced me. I'd thought about asking Angela out on a date when we first met at the volunteer committee. But having sex with her daughter and Tessa in Angela's bedroom was even better. I love taboo fucking, and I love being desired so much by two willing young cunts like these.

"That's it, girls, suck me real good," I said in a low, urgent voice. "Show me how much you want to please me. Suck my tits."

"When Sophie and I have sex, we take turns pretending we're you," Tessa confessed. "Nobody knows yet that we like girls, except you, but one time my mom almost caught us masturbating together to that picture of you on my iPad."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I said. "Do you always play with each other's clits?"

"Uh huh," said Sophie, still sucking my tit.

"I want to teach you how to do something for me, girls," I said, running my hand over Tessa's curves. "Do you want to drink right out of my pussy?"

"Yes," said Tessa. "I love your pussy. I wish my bush looked like yours. I want to fuck you so bad." Sophie nodded in agreement and kissed me on the mouth.

I reached for my hand bag and pulled out a clear plastic bottle full of colorless liquid. "I don't even need this, but I want to teach you the right way."

Tessa lubed up her hand and listened to my instructions.

"Put a pillow under my ass, Sophie," I added commandingly. "And lay down a blanket in front of me. We don't want to soak your mom's quilt."

The whole room smelled of my aroused pussy now. The curtains were half-open and part of me wished I could be watched, getting my fuck on with these two young, pliable high school girls.

My clit was as engorged as it's ever been. I took Sophie by the hair and firmly pressed her face down on my crotch. "Lick my clit like a good girl. Do it!"

She obeyed. "Oh yeah," I gasped. "Oh fuck! That feels so good. Fuck! Now, put those fingers in my cunt like I showed you, Tessa."

Tessa slid two strong fingers inside me, firmly and easily, and began to fingerfuck me. She pressed up against my G-spot, harder and harder.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled. I could feel it building up inside me as my body stiffened. "Oh shit, I need this. Fuck me and suck me, girls! Get me off on Angela's bed. Oh, motherfucker! Yeah!"

Grimacing, I lifted my head just a little and saw the girls: Sophie lapping hungrily at my swollen clit and Tessa, so intent on pleasing me, her arm thrusting furiously into me, her tits bouncing.

"Oh, fuckin' fist me!" I screamed. Tessa inserted her entire hand into my well-stretched hole. I had such an overwhelming feeling of fullness. I had to let it go. As Sophie's young tongue flicked my bead to a huge orgasm, I let go, pushing out hard, and spraying Tessa as I ejaculated, and again a second time. I screamed out and pulled the girls' sweat-soaked, pussy-soaked young bodies up against me, just lying there in an ecstatic heap.

We stayed up all night long, fucking. I gave Sophie her first erotic spanking, while Tessa sat next to us, masturbating and coming loudly. We made a rule that nobody could eat anything that hadn't been in my cunt: Tessa ate her strawberries directly out of it.

Tessa had forgotten her vibrator at home, so we dug Angela's out of a chest of drawers, and she used it as we frigged off together in a circle on the bed, with Sophie and I sharing my Hitachi Magic Wand. And I ordered Sophie to get in front of me and Tessa to get behind me when we formed an anal fingerfucking chain.

There was a lot of laundry to do at 11 o'clock the following morning, but we got through it. After kissing Sophie goodbye, I dropped Tessa off at her house. We made promises to keep our secret and to get together again for another illicit rendezvous as soon as possible.

On Monday, I got another phone call from Angela: "Thank you so much for taking care of the girls, Frederika. Sophie said it was a wonderful sleepover. Dinner's on me next week at Morton's."

"The pleasure was mine," I told her.