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Blackout

By: MWMottawa



It was 1987 and at 36 I was between marriages and my mind once again began to think of cock in a big way. Having a child at home I did not however think it was appropriate to bring a man home and was not sure what arrangements I could make so I jerked off a lot hoping that something would show up.

One day while ready the men seeking men personals in the newspaper I noticed that a club in town was holding a blackout party in a weeks time. I don’t know why this interested me as I had no idea what it meant but curiosity got me to phone the club and ask. 

Simply this was a club in which men could go, pay for a locker, be given a small flashlight and towel and then enter the club proper where no lights would be on. Other than music nothing else was provided and no rules would apply. As the week went by I argued back and forth over the event. I liked the thought of going but was afraid of being seen entering or leaving a gay club or worse, meeting someone I knew inside. I finally decided that the threat to my career and 12 year old daughter was too much and I would stay home.

Saturday rolled around and I spent the day nervous and on edge, dreaming of what could have been. At nine as my daughter headed for bed I could not help but think that the blackout was now starting. By eleven I was pacing the floors wondering and finally decided that I could at least drive down to see where the club was. Twenty minutes later I was driving a small Ottawa street in front of the club. The first thing that hit me was how quiet and dark it was. Certainly no one would recognize me at this time, why not just walk by the club and check the entrance.

Well I must have walked up and down that street a dozen times before getting the courage to open the door. A dimly light room greeted me as I stepped in and a young man wrapped in a towel asked if I would like a locker for the evening. Saying yes and handing him twenty dollars I was given my penlight, a large towel and directions to the shower/locker room.

The locker room was also dimly light and that helped me to relax a little although I raced to strip down and get into the dark clubroom out of fear. I could hear the showers running and men speaking and moaning as I went by and found my locker. As I stripped down I was a little amused to find a small tube of lube and some condoms on my locker shelve. Not having pockets how did they think I was going to carry this with me? As I turned to head for the clubroom I stopped long enough to squeeze the lube into my fingers and apply it.

I had expected that by opening the door the light behind me would at least give me a sense of the room as I walked in but instead I entered a small screened area as the door closed behind me. Pushing the curtain aside I could see nothing ahead of me but did notice a small red light on the wall directing men back to the entrance. Entering the room by feel alone was a little daunting and exciting. Hand out before me I stepped off and immediately bumped into my first body. Saying excuse me I stepped back only to bump into another man. His hand brushed across my toweled ass and then as I turned slid over my cock and balls causing and instant hardon. I reached out in turn to find a hard cock and big balls in my hand but no towel. After stroking me for a few moments he removed my towel and told me to keep it on my shoulders. His only other words were top or bottom. When I said bottom he stepped away from me into the dark. The next number of minutes I wandered around feeling dozens of cocks and being felt in return. Although not the biggest cock in the world my 8” cut cock seemed to be well appreciated and I certainly loved the feel of so much hard meat of different lengths and thicknesses. A few of the men would take my cock in their mouth for a few seconds before moving on and I was more than happy to reciprocate but I was hoping for a lot more, as every one seemed to be moving around sampling but not settling for more than a minute or two.

I had finally moved around to the opposite side of the room based on the position of the red light. Those few times that penlights were turned on seemed to be limited to getting a quick view of cock. Stepping around a table and getting a nice 7” cock in my hand the man flashed his light at my cock and then my hand. I flashed mine in return and noticed his wedding ring. As I bent to taste his cock he asked if I was bi or gay. Divorced and thought it was a good time to try this was all I said as I continued to suck his cock. Pulling me from his cock he took my arm and led me into the back corner telling me he was with a friend and had a table.

At the table another quick flash of light revealed a very thick 6” cut cock on another married man. Without another word I again bent to taste the cocks of my two new friends, running my tongue over the two cocks in front of me and stroking them in each hand. I knew that it was well after midnight now and that the club closed down at 1:00 so I dropped to my knees and took the head of the fat 6” cock in my mouth and slid my lips down the shaft of his cock taking as much of it as I could. The feel of that fat cock head sliding across my lips and along my tongue was incredible. The thick vein was beating against my lips, his cock pulsing in my mouth along with his heart. A hand slid down my back and across my ass as I sucked his friends cock. Fingers probed my ass slowly finger fucking me, moving along with the cock in my mouth.

I broke contact long enough to get to my feet and moved my friend with the fat cock over to the edge of the table. Then reaching over for the 7” cock at my side I moved him behind me. Placing my hands wide on the table and spreading my legs I bent and opened my mouth around 6” of fat cock again. Hands on my head started slowly moving my lips up and down his fat cock while his friend rubbed the head of his cock along my ass. I was pulled forward hard, swallowing as much cock as I could, when I felt a cock head slide into my ass. In one steady motion he feed his 7” cock into my ass until he was buried deep into me while I groaned around the cock in my mouth. Once into me he dropped his hands to my hips and pulled me even tighter down on his cock and sliding most of his friends cock from my mouth.

Standing, bent over between them, they slowly rocked me back and forth, cocks sliding in and out of my mouth and ass. Neither was in a hurry to blow his load and seemed to settle into a comfortable rhythm allowing me to enjoy the full effect of the cocks taking me. Hands gripping my hips pulling me slowly back onto the cock in my ass, pushing deep into me; then pushing away, hands on my head pulling me forward, driving that fat cock into my mouth, both men silently fucking me. A few times lights would wash over us as other men paused to watch, stroking themselves. After about 10 minutes the man in my mouth said he was getting close and the other said hold on a minute. With that He held my hips steady as he started fucking my ass faster and harder.

I kept licking the head of the fat cock in my mouth as the other cock started slamming into me. I could feel the full 7” cock sliding into me hard, his hips slapping into my ass, using me. When he yelled I’m ready his partner made a few short hard strokes of his own in my mouth. I could feel his fat cock swell even bigger in my mouth, forcing my lips to stretch around it and then the first big spasm and the taste of his cum pouring into my mouth. The cock in my ass started pulsing hard, shooting cream deep into me, filling me as I pushed hard into him, squeezing my ass and milking his cock.

After about 5 minutes the two men pulled soft cocks from my mouth and ass. I thanked them for a memorable time and grabbing my light and towel from the table staggered back to the locker area. I thought about a shower but at the same time loved the taste of cum in my mouth and the feel of cum dripping from my ass. Dressing quickly I returned my lock, light and towel as I left.

Driving home with the feeling of cum in my ass and the taste of cum on my lips was I dreamed about a return visit. By the time I did go back the club was closed and I have not found any blackout nights advertised in Ottawa since.

Blackout



Tara Pennington glanced up from the huge pile of notes and forms on her desk and sighed. The office was almost empty; everyone who could afford too had already left for the evening. Tara was staying till five today because she had already used up a lot of her sick time and it wasn’t worth it to leave early and get stuck in traffic anyway. The only other people left in the office were Ronnie and Tab. 

Ronnie was a supervisor and the most hated person in the office. She was tall and thin with angular features and way too much muscle for a woman. She had long legs, dark hair and dark eyes. She was also an out lesbian and she made no bones about it. She constantly tried to flirt with the married women in the office and took great pleasure in embarrassing them. Tara was one of her favorite targets because the small woman was very shy, retiring and she was physically intimidated by Ronnie. She was also pretty naïve and from the Midwest, having moved to New York only three short months ago. Ronnie seemed to take sadistic glee in affronting her Midwestern values and seeing her blush.

Tab didn’t work in the office and was Ronnie’s partner in crime. She worked three floors down as a security guard in the claims department and was only up here to screw around with Ronnie until they could split. Tab was a big woman, not just tall like Ronnie, but big and she was ugly where Ronnie could at least look attractive when she wanted too. Tab’s face was flat, her nose had been broken a few times and her eyes were a strange shade of green. Her big hands were rough and her knuckles were scarred. She wore her red hair in a severe buzz cut that left her looking like her scalp was rusting. She simply scared Tara to death and the small blonde avoided her like the plague.

They were both standing by the water cooler and Tara watched as they both took some pills. Tara wondered what they were taking and then decided she didn’t want to know. She was alone with them and they weren’t harassing her so she was happy. The small blonde had no interest in drawing attention to herself, especially when the three of them were alone in the office. Tab and Ronnie did everything together and one of the most embarrassing things in her life had been the day in the cafeteria when they sat on either side of her and discussed the woman they had picked up and taken home to “double team” the night before. Tara blushed just remembering it and went back to her paper work. A few minutes later she was startled by a knock on her office door. She looked up to find Tab and Ronnie standing there.

“Come on girl, let’s blow this place,” Ronnie said. They both seemed to be in a good mood and Tara was glad of that. Ronnie could be a bitch when she was in a bad mood and Tab was just plain scary. She glanced at the clock and saw it was five till four.

“Y’all go ahead, I really need to stay ‘til five,”

“Fuck that, I gotta close up tonight,” Ronnie said amiably. 

“I’ll do it,” Tara said.

“Screw it, I’m already signed out at five, just leave your time-card blank. When numb-nuts comes in and asks, I’ll tell him you left when I did. He won’t buck me,” Ronnie said.

“I really shouldn’t,” Tara began but Tab interrupted her.

“Get up bitch, that X is going to hit soon and I don’t want to be stuck in this shit hole when it does,” Tab ordered. 

Tara reluctantly rose, grabbed her purse and followed the two of them out, it never even occurred to her to not do as Tab ordered. Ronnie stopped to lock up and Tara hurried to the elevators. She was glad Tab had stopped with Ronnie and she pressed the call button several times. The elevator seemed to take forever and she found herself pushing the button again and again. She didn’t want to have to share an elevator with Tab and Ronnie, especially if they were taking drugs. 

She breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang and the empty car opened, she had just stepped in and was about to hit the button when she heard Ronnie shout.

“Hold it!”

Tara hesitated only a second, but moved her finger from the ground floor button to the door open one. She probably could have gotten off if she had pressed the button, but she didn’t want to have the two of them angry with her. She could stand their company for the ride down, after all, what could happen in that short a time, she thought? 

The two of them ran to the car and once inside Ronnie pressed the button and the doors slid shut. Tara moved to the back corner of the car and hoped someone would join them soon. The two gay women made her extremely nervous. 

The elevator began a smooth descent when the lights suddenly flickered and they were plunged into darkness. The lights came back on and the elevator began to move again. Tara barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief when the car shuddered to a stop and they were again plunged into utter darkness.



“What the fuck?” Tab’s disembodied voice called from the front corner of the elevator.

“Terrorists!” Tara blurted out in abject fear. She had always hated the dark and was mildly claustrophobic She could see nothing at all in the inky blackness and felt her skin crawl.

“Relax chicky, it’s just a brown out. Lights will be back on soon,” Ronnie said confidently.

Tara shrank into the corner, where she could feel the walls on either side of her and sank down to the floor. Nameless dread washed over her and she fought to keep from vomiting. Her skin was clammy already and she started shaking.

“How long is this shit going to last?” Tab’s voice seemed to echo in the small chamber.

“Relax bitch, what’s the matter? Afraid of the dark?” Ronnie called.

“Fuck you, I ain’t afraid of nothing and there ain’t but one bitch in here,” Tab said. Her voice was different, higher pitched and surly. At least it seemed so to Tara.

“How bout that, Tab thinks you’re a bitch Tara, what do you say to that?’ Ronnie’s voice called. 

“I’ve never been mean to anyone,” Tara said. Her voice sounded very small and fearful. Ronnie and Tab both laughed.

“She didn’t mean a bitch like that,” Ronnie said. Tara was starting to shake harder, she could feel the rising panic and tried to fight it down.

“I don’t understand,” she said. At least their voices let her know she wasn’t alone. If she had been she knew she would be in real trouble. 

“Well, it’s like this. Me and Ronnie are butch, a lipstick lez is a bitch. So you’re a bitch, ‘cause you sure as hell ain’t a butch,” Tab said.

Tara was slowly getting her fear under control. She chose to ignore the comment, and concentrated on breathing deeply. Her breath came in shuddering gasps.

“You alright?” Tab asked.

“Yes,” Tara said with difficulty, “I’m just a little claustrophobic,” 

Tab started to say something derogatory, but Ronnie interrupted her.

“So, where ya wanna go tonight?” Ronnie said. Her voice had moved to the front of the car, near the control panel.

“I don’t care. We just need to get there soon; this is good shit and something is getting fucked tonight,” Tab said and laughed.

“Yeah, my pussy is already tingling,” Ronnie said. 

Tara blushed furiously and for a few moments forgot her fear, but it welled back up as soon as the silence came again. The dark she could stand with effort, but when coupled with silence and a small space it was terrifying beyond rational explanation. She always remembered the time as a child of six she rode out a tornado alone in an abandoned storm cellar. It had been filled with bugs and rats, unseen scurrying in the absolute darkness. They had crawled over her and bitten her and she had screamed until her voice cracked. She was nearly catatonic when her father found her and it had taken years before she could even manage to sleep without all the lights in the house on. Even now she had a nightlight on her nightstand at home.

“Mine too, could use a little tongue action to sooth the itch. Hey bitch, come on over here and give me some head,” Tab’s voice called. Tara felt herself blush from her head to her feet and Ronnie burst out laughing. She was lightheaded and dizzy, a feeling similar to vertigo. She knew she was loosing her grip and she prayed the lights would come on soon.

“Yeah, when you finish with her my cunt could use some attention too,” Ronnie said. 

“How ‘'bout it? Ever tasted fresh pussy?” Tab’s voice said.

“You two are terrible,” Tara managed and giggled. The overwhelming panic always did this to her. Her best friend called it a ‘runner’s high’, when the panic became so strong that her body began to release endorphins. Tara compared it to being really buzzed, a kind of strange feeling where her inhibitions were lowered and her judgment became increasingly impaired. God, please let the lights come back on, she prayed. Tab started to say something but Ronnie shushed her.

“Earl? Yeah, it’s Rhonda, what’s going on?” Ronnie’s voice said.

“You’re fucking kidding!! How long? Son of a bitch!” Ronnie shouted, causing Tara to start. 

“No, were all right. Huh? Oh, Me, Tabitha Hunter and Tara Pennington,” Ronnie said. Tara finally realized the tall woman had found the emergency phone in the elevator. She would never have remembered it. She was still scared, but she felt a little better with Tab and Ronnie there. At least she wasn’t alone. She thought back to the decision to hold the door and smiled, sometimes little acts of kindness came back to you in a big way, she thought.

“Yeah, Fuck you very much,” Ronnie said and slammed the phone down.

“We are so screwed.”

“Why? What’s up?” Tab’s voice sounded in the darkness.

“Power’s out all over the Northeast. It could be days before they get it back on.”

“We could starve to death!” Tara blurted, her imagination running away with her and the unreasoning panic welled up again until she felt her chest would burst. 

“Relax baby, you’ll have plenty to eat,” Tab said and snickered. 

“Yeah, survival rations of pussy,” Ronnie laughed. Tara shook her head. The two city girls and their banter embarrassed her, but they gave her some comfort. She knew she would be going insane by now if she were alone. At least at this rate by the time they did get out she wouldn’t blush so much, she thought. She felt a silly smile on her face and knew she was coming unglued. The darkness would always win over her, she thought. At least she wasn’t alone, the silence in that darkness would have killed her, she just knew it.

“So how long are we stuck here?” Tab asked.

“I don’t know, Earl said he called 911, but there are thousands of people trapped in elevators, I wouldn’t bet on getting out tonight,”

“What the fuck are we going to do?” Tab said.

“Don’t know about you, but I am going to shuck these panties and let my fingers do the walking,” Ronnie said.

“Guess there ain’t no other option,” Tab said glumly.

Her voice faded away and the elevator became as silent as a tomb. Tara was fighting back her panic again as the silence stretched on. Eventually her ear caught a sound from the front of the elevator. It was a kind of wet, squishy sound. Tara couldn’t believe it and the sheer audacity of if cut through her panic. Surely they were just joking with her? They couldn’t be seriously…masturbating in the elevator!!

“Ohhhh…” a quiet moan came from the corner of the elevator where Tab had been standing when the lights went out. Tara swallowed hard. She was still in shock that anyone could be so brazen. The soft wet sounds were in stereo now. The darkness had a strange effect, it seemed to sharpen her other senses. She wrinkled her nose as she began to detect a faintly musky odor. 

“Oh my god!” 

“What?” Ronnie’s disembodied voice called.

“You’re really masturbating!?”

“Of course, unless you have a better suggestion?” Ronnie said sardonically.

“I do, you can crawl over here and give my hand a rest,” Tab said.

“Not in this life,” Ronnie said.

“Wasn’t talking to you,” Tab grunted. Ronnie chuckled. For a while there was silence again. Tara was still fighting her panic, but she was surrounded by the smell and sounds of sex. Despite her wishes to be disgusted she felt herself getting damp and becoming aroused. Her senses seemed so acute in the inky blackness and any sound, even that of the two women stroking their pussies was welcome.

“Ever tried it, Tara?” Ronnie asked. Her voice sounded normal, but a little deeper.

“No, I never have,” Tara said.

“Ever thought about it?” Tab grunted.

“I guess so,” Tara admitted. 

“So why haven’t you ever?” Ronnie asked.

“I don’t know, I guess I never had the opportunity,” Tara said thinking about it. That wasn’t really true. In college her roommate had offered, but Tara was too shy to make the first move and Nancy hadn’t pushed it. 

“Well, opportunity is knocking girly,” Ronnie said with amusement in her voice.

“Oh no… I couldn’t,” Tara said quickly.

“Why not?” Tab’s voice said. Was it her imagination or was the voice closer to her?

“I’m married for one, besides it would just be wrong.” 

“Why would it be wrong?” Ronnie’s voice said. It seemed closer to her too.

“I don’t know, it just would be,” Tara said. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Tab spoke again, the big woman’s voice was right in her ear.

“Bullshit, if you ever got a little taste I bet you wouldn’t go back to your husband,”

“I don’t think…” she began, but gasped when she felt a hand brush her calf.

“You’ve got nice legs,” Ronnie’s voice said from somewhere in front of her.

“Thank you,” Tara squeaked.

“I’ve daydreamed about having them wrapped around my waist,” Ronnie said conversationally.

Tara didn’t know what to say, she felt a hand caress her bare arm and jerked it away. A finger traced lightly up her shin and over her knee.

“Wait, I don’t…”

“What?” Ronnie’s voice said. The finger on her leg traced slowly up her thigh, stopping only when it reached the hem of her dress. She felt unseen hands grab her hand and hold it. Soon a second finger slowly traced up her arm.

“Yeah, what?” Tab said. Tara swallowed hard. The finger on her thigh was making small sensuous circles and the one on her arm had traced up to her sleeve. She felt funny inside, all fluttery and tense. This was getting out of hand fast, she thought. She cleared her throat and tried to speak assertively, but her voice was tremulous.

“Really, we need to stop,”

“Stop what?” Ronnie asked innocently. 

“Oh my god,” Tara groaned when she felt a warm wet tongue run along the crease of the inside of her elbow.

“That didn’t sound like you wanted it to stop,” Ronnie said. She felt a hand on her other thigh, slowly stroking her leg through her stockings.

The soft lips and tongue were moving slowly up her arm following the trail blazed by the finger. That finger sent shivers through her body as it slid along her shoulder blade and up her neck. She gasped when the two hands moved up her thighs, carrying her skirt hem with them.

Tara swallowed hard. She tried to find her voice, but it wouldn’t come. She tried to move away, but her limbs seemed like lead and refused to obey her commands. She felt a knot in her stomach that was strange and insistent, not like the fear and panic, but disconcerting nonetheless.

Two women, in total darkness and yet they seemed to be able to see. Maybe they just knew each other so well or perhaps it was just fate. Tara opened her mouth and started to just say stop, but at that exact moment, the lips jumped from her shoulder to her neck and the long hands crossed her stocking tops and caressed the bare skin of her upper thighs. Instead of a command to stop, a low moan was all that escaped from her lips.

It felt so good, she could feel her breath catch in her throat and her heart was hammering in her chest. She had to put a stop to this, but how? Her body was betraying her and she felt her will to stop it slipping away.

The hands slid further up her thighs, the long fingers sliding under the leg-bands of her panties and the thumbs bumped against her crotch. An electric thrill passed through her and the knot in her stomach exploded in a warm euphoric surge.

“You’re wet baby,” Ronnie’s voice said, it seemed to be right in front of her face. Tara was so embarrassed, but she moaned softly when those thumbs began to stroke her slick panties. The tongue had reached her ear and was gently flicking along the outer edge. A soft warm breath was exhaled that sent a shiver of pleasure through her.

“Relax, you’re gonna love it,” Tab said in a breathy whisper.

“L.l.love what?” Tara stuttered.

“This,” Tab said and Tara felt lips pressed against her own. A tongue probed at her lips and they parted of their own accord. The tongue thrust into her mouth and Tab began to french kiss her. Tara had never been kissed like this, the woman’s tongue seemed unusually long and active, caressing her teeth and sliding over her own tongue. The hands on her thighs slid out of her panties and gently pushed her legs further apart. Involuntarily her legs gave in to that gentle but firm pressure. She felt her dress slide up and bunch around her waist.

The searing kiss continued and Tara felt helpless as two hands moved to either side of her face and held her head while the tongue continued to ravish her mouth. She felt a thumb hook into the leg-band of her panties and pull them to one side. The air felt cool on her hot and damp pussy. It was hard to try and protest with Tab’s tongue shoved down her throat, and when the jolt of pleasure from Ronnie’s fingers rubbing along her lips hit she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

“I think it’s getting hot in here,” Ronnie said.

The kiss broke and Tab’s voice said “Yeah, it is kinda stuffy, what do you think, hot stuff?”

It was blatantly obvious where this line of questioning was leading, but Tara was still grappling with conflicting emotions and her body was overloaded with the intensity of the sensations she had just experienced. Ronnie’s fingers still stroked her sensitive lips and it was kinda stuffy in the car. 

“It is kinda stuffy,” she said. Her voice was husky and she almost didn’t recognize it.

“Well, we better do something about that,” Ronnie said and chuckled. Tara was unprepared when a pair of hands caught hers and pulled her to her feet.

“Wha..?” she started, but her voice trailed off when she felt fingers fumbling for the zipper of her dress.

The hands, which were holding hers, tightened as she tried to stop the others from undoing the zipper. 

“Wait, I’m not…”

Her arms were pushed apart and lips pressed to hers, before she could assimilate what was happening a tongue was deep in her mouth, cutting off her words. This tongue was different, it was thinner and more agile, but Tara lost her train of though when it began to forcefully fuck her mouth. She felt the cool air as the zipper slid down to her mid back. The noise was unusually loud in the darkness.

Hands were tugging her dress down and the ones on her wrists released their grip. Those hands moved around her waist and held her tightly while the others pulled her dress off her suddenly limp arms. She panicked for a moment when she felt the dress catch on her hips and realized she was nearly naked! Then another tug and the dress moved past her hips. She felt the expensive silk pool at her ankles and knew she was now standing in the middle of an elevator in just her underwear. She was terribly embarrassed, but also very turned on.

A pair of arms slipped around her body and she felt them pressed onto her thighs. She felt Tab’s wide body on her back as the woman stood up from her semi-crouch. Tab kept her hands open and her fingers spread as she dragged them up the inside of Tara’s legs, over her mound, up her tummy and then cupped her breasts. She began to squeeze the sensitive orbs and Tara moaned into Ronnie’s mouth when she felt a warm tongue flick over her ear. 




Blackout



Some people might think of it as a crime of opportunity. Others might consider it a case of positioning yourself in a position of maximum advantage so that if an opportunity arose, you could seize it. 

What happened was this.

It was a period of industrial turmoil. You know the sort of thing that happens at times. You get a weak government that's pro-labour and at the same time you get a strong union with leaders ruthless enough to take unfair advantage of the weak government.

Right now it was the Electrical boys who were on the warpath. They were after big pay-rises and a lot more say in management decisions that impacted their union, etc. etc. The sort of deal that has been known to drive some manufacturers out of business. Good short term for the union, but fatal in the long run.

The government was trying to stay out of it, claiming it was purely a matter to be sorted out by the unions and the power companies. Weak bastards.

It had now reached the stage where the unions were, while not actually striking, working to rule, and they were determining the rules. Overtime was banned and Health & Safety issues seemed to crop up on a daily basis, resulting in walkouts until the 'problems' were fixed.

A stage had been reached where the power companies couldn't guarantee a continual supply of power. They decided that their choices would be to go with brown-outs or rolling blackout, certain facilities exempt, of course.

The last time they'd tried brown-outs they'd been swamped with insurance claims afterwards, with people saying the reduced power supply had caused all sorts of damage to electrical appliances. Some of the claims were even genuine.

As a result of that mess the power companies decided this time they'd go with rolling blackouts. If the power supply got too dicey they would just cut sections from the grid for an hour, switching sections every hour until things stabilised. A pain to live with, but at least you knew where you stood. 

On this particular Friday night it was heavily overcast. It occurred to me that if a blackout struck our area, it would literally be black. A night with no moon, stars or lights? People wouldn't be able to see a foot in front of them.

In my mind, an ideal time for a possible adventure. I headed down the street to stroll through the local shopping centre. Not a mall. Malls tend to have emergency generators; they'd just switch to them and keep right on going. But the main street shops were just a series of independent stores. They wouldn't have any generators. Not worth the expense, as every shop would have to have their own. 

So I was strolling around the local stores, window shopping and checking the local talent. 

Even though it was heavily overcast it wasn't a cold evening. It was actually quite warm and muggy, and the potential storm would be a relief as it would clear the air.

I mention the weather conditions as they had a direct bearing on the local talent. The sweethearts were dressed for the heat, light tops and skirts and shorts predominated. Too hot for jeans, which pleased me, for while jeans will nicely frame a girls figure a pair of tight shorts does an even better job.

It was getting late and the shops would be closing soon and I was just about ready to give the whole thing a miss when I spotted these three young ladies having a natter. Two of them were very nice to look at but the third was stacked. A lovely set of boobs on that one. I just sort of settled back to watch and admire for a short while before heading home.

And that was about the time that the lights went out. Did I say it would be dark? Was it ever? In an instant the area changed from a well-lit strip of shops to the bottom of a coal mine. Startled screams rose from all around the place. Don't people read the papers? They must have known this was a chance.

A chance was right. I had an hour to get up to mischief. For a start, those three young ladies weren't far from me. I took a few quick steps in their direction and then reached out. I touched someone and moved closer, my hand running over her until I found her breasts and checked them out. A quick apology (wrong woman) and my hands were gone before she could do more than give a startled squeal.

Feeling around, my next contact was much better. My hand landed on a much fuller breast and closed over it for a second. Another apology and I let go, ignoring the woman's protest. (She was protesting the touch, not the letting go.) She was going to have a lot more to protest in a few moments.

Knowing roughly where she was I moved quickly to where I would be behind her then moved forward until I bumped into her. One hand went around to grab her breasts (making sure it was my selected new best friend) while the other clamped over her mouth.

Then I started speaking very quietly into her ear.

"You will move aside with me for a few moments. Behave yourself and stay quiet and no-one will get hurt. Don't try to attract your friend's attention or I will not be pleased with what I have to do."

That's for sure. If she kicked up a stink I'd have to make a run for it in pitch blackness. Easy enough to get away, but rather humiliating.

The idiot didn't even try to struggle. She just moved with me as I pulled her to the side. Not far. Just a few paces and we were next to the wall of one of the shops.

"No-one can see you and if you yell, they won't know where you are. All sorts of things could happen to you while they're looking to find you. So are you going to be a good girl and not struggle? Just nod."

I could feel her trying to nod, so I continued.

"OK. All that's going to happen is that I'm going to lower your panties and we'll have a little fun. Afterwards, I'll vanish and you can pull up your panties and wait for the blackout to finish."

"You're mad," she whispered, as soon as I took my hand away from her mouth. "You can't expect to rape me in the middle of the street. The lights will turn on and everyone will see what you're doing."

"Don't you read the papers?" I asked. "The blackouts run for an hour apiece. We have plenty of time. I have no intention of keeping you entertained for the full hour, so I'll be long gone when the lights come on. Now be quiet and enjoy."

I lifted her dress and eased her panties down, making sure my hand rubbed over her pussy as I did so. 

"Put your hands flat against the wall here," I instructed her, "and lean forward onto them. Keep your legs spread. Pretend I'm a cop about to frisk you."

I unzipped and took out Percy and pressed him against her bottom, just as a sort of introduction. She gave a little squeak and tried to pull away a little, but relaxed again when I made a growling sound. Then I pulled away slightly to give myself room to play with her lovely mound.

I started off by just cupping her mound and squeezing slightly, then gently rubbing it. I kept this up for several minutes, letting her get accustomed to my touch. Soon I was tracing a finger up and down her slit, pressing slightly but not invading. Yet.

I could feel her trembling slightly as I touched her, but she wasn't resisting. Actually, from the scent of her, she was getting worked up, like it or not. 

I had her bend over a little more, easing her slightly further from the wall. Kneeling behind her I eased her lips slightly apart and then started using my tongue. She shuddered, and I heard her bite of a squeal of shock (or pleasure?).

I spent a bit of time teasing her and she was starting to writhe under my gentle administrations. It's always flattering to have your work appreciated.

"OK, sweetheart," I said, standing again. "Now I'll come in nice and easy, but I expect you to work with me here."

Now my erection was pressing against her slit. Reaching past it I eased her lips apart slightly and she gave a choked cry as I slid neatly into her. She was hot and wet and tight, and I could feel her passage giving reluctantly to the slow pressure I was applying.

Inch by inch, I sank deeper, making her mine. Finally with one last little rush I was home and ready to play. I just stayed there for a moment, listening to her gasping slightly, while I reached up her top and unclipped her bra. My hands reached around until I had her lush breasts in the palms of my hands and then it was time.

I started pumping into her, moving slowly at first so that she could match my movements more easily. She needed a prompt before she realised what she was supposed to do, but some women are like that. Then we got serious.

I pushed in slightly faster and she stayed with me, meeting my thrusts. Again I moved faster and again she stayed with me. She was doing a terrific job and I told her so. Funny creatures, women. You pay them a sincere compliment and they're rude to you. I ignored that and continued to pleasure her.

By now we were coming together quite fast and forcibly and I wondered if anyone could hear us and guess what was happening. Not that it worried me. Even if they did guess, why would they come looking? And if they did come it was too dark to see who I was. So I continued on my merry way.

I was banging her hard now and she was gasping and pushing hard back against me. Curious, I paused for a moment, and grinned to myself as she continued to bounce back and forth on my erection, carried away by her own feelings. I picked up again, driving in harder and faster than ever.

I wanted this to end now and I came at her hot and hard with that end in view. She was reacting to me and I could tell that she was reaching for her own climax. As I went surging towards the end it occurred to me that she might just be a screamer at the end. To be on the safe side I reached up and covered her mouth with my hand as I gave that last hard thrust and presented her with my seed.

There was a muffled wail from around the sides of my hand and then she was shuddering under her own climax, shaking under the force of her orgasm.

Satisfied that everything had finished satisfactorily for both of us I dis-engaged, gave her a friendly slap on the bottom and complimented her on her natural talent. She hissed something rude to me but I'd already faded into the darkness.

I found my way to my car quite easily, got in and was driving away when the power came back on. That wasn't a fucking hour. Thirty minutes, if that. You can't trust anyone these days. Any earlier and I might have been embarrassed.



Blackout



Mia took a deep breathe, trying to calm herself down. "You can do this. Get on the freaking elevator, Daniels." She muttered under her breath. "Millions of people use them everyday and nothing happens. You're more likely to die in a car crash. It's just a sixty second trip." Another deep breathe, but it did little to calm her nerves.

She was standing in the lobby of the office building, lecturing herself. She was already running late for an important job interview and the stairs were currently being worked on and not to be used unless there was an emergency. Mia personally felt that it was an emergency and tried to argue her point to the workers but the men working did not feel the same apparently. Instead, the men decided to just stare at her, especially her breasts and legs, which made her back down pretty quickly.

Which brought her to where she was now. She ran her damp hands down the sides of her new black work skirt. She missed the admiring glances sent her way by the various men passing by, as well as the catty glances sent her way by women. Although, even if she did notice them she would have ignored them and kept going. She reached forward and jabbed the up arrow before she could stop herself. As soon as the arrow lit up she began to hyperventilate. 

"Deep breathes, deep breathes. In and out." She chanted under her breath, trying to remember what she saw on TV. She looked up and caught sight of her reflection in the silver metal before her. Her green eyes were wide and frantic, her bottom lip red, damp and slightly swollen from her constant nibbling on it. She brought her shaking hand up to push her long honey blonde hair out of her face. Her hair stuck to her damp face not only because she was panicked but also because it was so humid out. They said it was one of the worse heat waves in the history of the town. She was dressed in a formal skirt suit, but the sheer stockings and long sleeved jacket seemed to be slowly strangling her. She knew she looked great this morning. That was until she pushed out into the hot summer morning and the humidity starting destroying her work.

The elevator bell rang and she jumped in surprised panic, momentarily forgetting her worries. She blindly moved into the elevator, her eyes unseeing in her panic. She turned around without looking at anyone and frantically jabbed at the buttons so she couldn't rush back out. The doors slowly closed and encased her in a metal prison. She kept softly chanting to herself, over and over, to take deep breaths. Her eyes stayed on the numbers that were painstakingly moving. "1...2...3...4..." She counted under her breath in between chants.

She was vaguely aware of deep voices talking in the background, but she couldn't concentrate on anything besides getting to the 15th floor. "5...6...7...8..." She continued her counting. 

Just then the elevator shook and groaned to a halt. She stumbled forward and caught herself against the wall. The lights flicked on and off until they finally flickered out leaving her in complete darkness until a dim emergency light came on. Mia began shaking violently until she finally saw nothing but the ground coming up to meet her.

Mia awokened slowly and felt a hand stroking her hair back off her forehead. She tossed her head away. "No, no..." She murmured, not wanting to get up. 

"Yes." An unexpected reply came from a deep, amused voice. "You have to get up, princess."

Mia's forehead scrunched up trying to place the voice. She couldn't place that voice. It wasn't John's, her ex boyfriends voice. She had dumped him over two months ago when she caught him cheating on her. She kept thinking as the hand continued to stroke her hair from her forehead. Just then a flash of memory came and she finally remembered what happened. "No!" She moaned again, this time with panic. Her eyes opened and she gazed up into an unfamiliar face. A very handsome, masculine, unfamiliar face.

"The elevator..." Her voice trailed off as she stared up into the man's eyes.

"Yes, it's stuck." This from another voice. She tore her eyes from the man holding her and turned her head and caught sight of another just as equally handsome man crouching beside her, his face only inches away. 

"You fainted. We assume you aren't fond of elevators considering the way you got on and your reaction to it stopping." The man's voice was gentle as he spoke, looking concerned for her.

"No, not fond." Mia replied absently, staring into the man's bright blue eyes. She ran her eyes over the strong lines of his face. He was one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. His lip were a full off pink color and his jaw was perfect and squared. Her eyes ran down his body and she saw he was wearing an expensive tailored suit that fit his muscular body perfectly. She heard a throat clear and Mia felt her face flush as she realized she had been staring for a couple minutes in silence. She pulled her eyes up from her inspection and saw that he was smiling at her, his eyes knowing.

"It's alright. I caught you before you hit anything." She brought her eyes back to the man holding her. His eyes were a beautiful golden color and again she caught herself staring. He was just as delicious as the first man, if maybe a bit more muscular and broad. She mentally smacked herself for staring at these two men when all they probably wanted to do was get her off them.

"I'm Gabe and this is Dean." The golden eyed man offered.

"Thank you. Both of you." She softly said, looking back and forth between them. Gabe and Dean were both sexy and muscular, but while Gabe had longer black hair slightly spiked up, Dean's hair was blonde and buzzed short. 

"No, problem..." Dean's voice trailed and his head tilted. She just stared before realizing she hadn't told them her name.

"Mia." She blurted out, blushing at being caught staring yet again. She hoped they just thought she was still disorientated rather than an idiot.

"Beautiful name." Gabe said, his arms tightening briefly around her.

"Well, Mia, it seems it may be a bit before we get out of here." Dean said. Mia sat up and reluctantly pushed away from Gabe's hard embrace, and began to stand. Dean gently reached out and grabbed her arm, helping her stand. She stumbled slightly because her legs were shaky and fell against his hard body. He steadied her and she reluctantly pulled away. She looked up then and blinked when she realized how tall they both were compared to her. She stood at a petite 5'1 while they both towered at least a foot over her. She always loved tall men, men who made her feel small and protected. She flushed when she felt her nipples harden. She hoped they couldn't tell through her suit jacket.

She dragged her eyes away from them and it suddenly hit her again that she was stuck in a tiny place. The two large men crowding her did not help. She began to pant, backing slowly away into the corner. She hunched over once her back hit the wall.

"Hey, princess." Gabe said gently, coming over. He knelt down, bringing himself to her eye level. "It's ok, we'll get out of here soon." 

"No. We're stuck!" She argued, blindly staring at him.

"No, we're not. Just an hour or so. That's all. We will be ok. You're ok." He tried to reassure her but she continued to panic. She was struggling to breathe, rambling on under her breath. Neither of the men could calm her, even though they both tried for a few minutes.

"You're fine. We won't let anything harm you." Gabe continued to say, stroking her hair back gently. 

Just as she began to calm, letting his hands soothe her, the elevator started to move and then jarred to a stop again. She stumbled forward against his hard body. 

"No!" She cried, pushing against him and begin panicking again.

"Look at me." Gabe commanded firmly. 

She looked up, surprised at the hard tone of his voice. His voice was different. Before it had been calm and gentle, soothing her. Now it was hard and brook no argument. His rough fingers stopping stroking her hair and moved to grip her chin and forced her eyes up to meet his. Her panicked eyes met his, her breath erratic. His jaw clenched as he saw her panic. He cursed softly before suddenly bringing his mouth down hard on hers.

She jerked in surprise at the contact. His mouth opened against hers and his thumb, still on her chin, pulled her mouth open for his assault. His tongue thrust its way into her mouth without asking. She couldn't help but moan at the contact and the taste of him. His mouth didn't ask, but rather took. So different then her ex. She was in a daze, still scared from her ordeal and turned on by the man before her. He was taking control and she couldn't help but response. 

She moved without thought closer to his body, bringing her small, curvy body against his more fully. She had to go on her tiptoes to even wrap her arms wrapped around his neck. Gabe growled deep in his throat when he felt her response. His hands moved down her back and stopped to cup her ass through her skirt. He squeezed and rubbed and she moaned, shifting and encouraging him to continue as she felt her nipples harden against her blouse. 

His fingers bunched in her skirt and slowly began to pull her skirt up as his tongue conquered her mouth. She moved restlessly against him, wanting him to move faster and harder. Wanting him to expose her body. She moaned at his touch, her panties becoming soaked as his huge hands finally pulled her skirt up and around her waist. Those big hands now cupped her bare ass. He groaned and gripped her ass tighter when he realized she was only wearing a thong and a pair of sheer thigh high silk stockings.

He shifted and insistently pushed one rock hard thigh between her smooth legs. She gasped as he lifted his leg up, forcing her to her tiptoes and to straddle his muscled thigh. He then began to move, rocking her pussy slowly against his thigh. She couldn't believe how good it felt as he continued to ravage her mouth. He kept going until she was close to the edge. She pulled her mouth away from his and arched her back up, exposing her neck.

"That's so good, Gabe. Keep going. Yes!" Mia moaned. "Oh...oh..." She was going absolutely crazy for him, rubbing her pussy against his thigh. He brought his mouth to her neck, licking and nibbling. He lifted his eyes slightly and saw Dean watching, his cock hard and straining against his pants. Mia didn't even remember they had an audience. She was so submissive and primed she didn't even hesitate when he began to dominate her. He couldn't wait until Dean joined in and they both could play her sweet body. 

"That's it, princess. Fuck, you're so hot. I can feel your wet pussy through your panties." His erotic words had her panting and getting so close to coming. He reached down and pushed a hand into her blouse, popping a couple buttons off her shirt. She didn't care though because his thumb found her hard nipple and he rubbed and then pinched hard. With the pleasure pain she was coming hard against his thigh, crying out and clenching his thigh tightly with her legs, bucking against him. 

She finally collapsed against him. Gabe caught her, murmuring against her ear soothingly, still rubbing her nipple. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her away, lowering his leg and letting her feet touch the floor. 

"It's getting hot. Strip off those clothes." It was a command but she didn't care. She obediently allowed him to pull down her stockings and strip off her jacket and white blouse, leaving her bare except her bra and a tiny red, lace thong.

She looked up and blushed realizing Dean was still there. His hot gaze was watching as Gabe stripped her almost naked. She realized he had watched the whole thing. Her eyes dipped down and she saw that his hard cock was pushing against his pants. Her embarrassment didn't stop her though from watching the two men pulled off their clothes, stripping to their boxer briefs. She swallowed hard realizing they both were tattooed up and their bodies were toned and muscular. They both turned to her, their gazes running over her semi naked body. She started to cover herself, but Gabe grabbed her, making her stop. He leaned down to capture her mouth again. He pulled away slightly. "Feel better?" He questioned against her mouth.

She nodded, blushing. "I'm sorry....I don't know what came over me. I don't ever -" She was cut off as he kissed her hard.

"Princess, no excuses. I wanted that. You responded." He stared down at her hard, refusing further argument.

"Yes, but it won't happen again." She said firmly.

She blinked when Gabe just grinned and said, "Oh, it will. And soon." With that he brought his mouth back down. She moaned and, unable to help herself, responded.

Gabe crushed her against his bare chest. He pulled his mouth away to whisper against her neck, "I think it's time that Dean got in, don't you?"

Before she could react she felt Dean come up behind her and his hands slowly ran up her bare sides. She shivered when his hands brushed the swells of her tits. She began to pull away, about to stop it, thinking it was wrong to have two men touch her when Dean nudged her legs apart and without hesitation pushed her thong aside. He then stroked a finger against her wet pussy. She couldnt help it and moaned against Gabe's mouth, shuddering with pleasure. She was powerless to stop it.

"You like that, baby?" Dean said, kissing her neck. He bit gently down and sucked at her skin, leaving a red mark. "Oh, you like that." He laughed with pleasure. "You know how I can tell?" He didnt wait for a response and said, "Your pussy just clamped around my fingers." 

He bit down lightly again and she moaned. Her head fell back and Gabe's mouth followed it, kissing and licking his way down her throat. He pulled slightly away and his tongue moved further down and encircled one of her nipples and sucked hard. Mia cried out in pleasure.

"Yes!" She screamed. She briefly thought she should be embarrassed that she was letting two men pleasure her, but there was no way she could stop. They overwhelmed and overpowered her in a way she never felt before.

"I think she likes that." Dean told Gabe, smirking against her neck. He continued to stroke her pussy. "No coming, baby. You come only when we say." His voice held a command that told her he meant it. Both of these men were dominant and she couldn't help but submit. 

"Please." She begged, "I'm so close. Please let me come."

"Did you hear her ask so nicely?" Gabe said, moving his lips from her nipple, but still stroking with his thumb. "She needs to come."

Dean laughed. "So I heard. No, coming, baby. you already came once against Gabe. That was hot as hell watching him pin you up against that wall and make you come, but if you come again before we say you will be punished. Hard." His voice made it sound like he would enjoy that. 

Mia shivered at the subtle threat. "Please..." She pleaded with Gabe, her green eyes meeting his.

"No. Like Dean said if you do you'll be punished. Although you may like it. I know we would." Gabe said, smiling.

The men then went back to pleasuring her. It seemed that with Gabe's last comment they doubled their efforts, purposely pushing her toward the edge.

"I'm going to come. Please! Please, can I come?" Mia cried out.

"No coming." Dean said, rubbing her clit and then flicking it.

"I can't stop it! Please!" Mia was pleading, shaking with the effort to obey.

"Princess, if you come you will be punished. Just hold on a bit more." Gabe's rasping voice came. Gabe and Dean had played this game before and he knew exactly what to do to win. He moved his mouth down her body, kneeling. His tongue worked its way to her pussy, where Dean was still stroking. She screamed when Gabe's tongue started to stroke her throbbing clit at the same time Dean's fingers thrust deep. She could feel that Gabe's tongue occasionally ran over Dean's fingers and that caused her pussy to clench even more.

She couldn't stop it and came, shuddering and trapped between two bodies. They didn't stop but continued to pleasure her, making her scream. She collapsed back weakly against Dean. He held her close, moving his hands up to stroke her hard nipples. Gabe stood up and leaned down to kiss her.

"Princess, you tasted so good. Your pussy was so wet." He murmured. They both continued to stroke her body, letting her come down.

After a few minutes Dean whispered in her ear, "Now though you must be punished, baby." His voice had changed, warning her of what was to come.

"Please, I couldn't help it!" Mia whimpered, scared of what he meant.

"No excuses. We both warned you." Gabe said, his voice becoming hard. "Do you want us to stop this? Say the word and we will not touch you again." She swallowed hard, looking at both of them. Her mind was racing. She was scared by what they were making her feel, but she didn't want them to stop.

"No. I want you." She decided.

Dean kissed her neck. "Good. Hands up."

She hesistated and he slapped her ass hard. She jumped and he said, "Obey. When we say something you do it, no hesitation or the punishment will be worse."

She obeyed him, holding her hands above her hand, shivering. Dean bent and grabbed his tie that he had thrown on the ground. He wrapped it around her wrists and then pulled it up. She stretched to her tiptoes as he pulled it through one of the metal ceiling pieces and back down. She looked up and saw that now it was holding her in place securely. She was on her tiptoes, stretched and exposed to their eyes. She shivered, remembering that she didn't know these men.

"You look so beautiful, Mia." Gabe whispered, kissing her neck. "You are totally exposed and vulnerable. In our control. We could do anything. We could touch you, spank you, fuck you. You have no control...no say. How does that feel?" As he spoke he touched her body all over.

She shivered at his words. The words frightened her but also turned her on. "I'm scared...but hot." 

Dean put his hands on her shoulders and roughly spun her around, twisting the tie. "Why are you being punished, baby?" He demanded, his eyes hard.

"Because I came." She said, licking her lips.

"You will call us both Sir."

"What?" She cried out when Gabe slapped her ass.

"You will call us sir when addressing us."

"Yes...sir."

He caressed her face. "Good girl." He lowered his hand to her neck, gripping her throat firmly before he kissed her, then before he spun her towards Gabe again. Her head swirled at the movement until Gabe stopped her, his hands holding her in place.

Then she felt a hard slap against her ass. She gasped as she realized Dean spanked her. Her eyes raised to Gabe's and she saw how aroused this made him. 

"Ask for it." Gabe said.

"Wh-what?" She said.

"Ask for it. Ask for the spanking. beg for it." She shivered and then another blow came. This one harder. 

"Please...please spank me." She said.

"Why? Why are you being punished?" Gabe asked, his large hand cupping her throat.

"I came when I was told not to." She said, her voice muffled by his hand. She swallowed against his hold.

"Good girl." He whispered, kissing her before releasing her throat. After another blow Dean stopped and stroked her ass gently, erasing some of the sting. He turned her so she was facing him. He brought his mouth to hers, kissing her gently.

"Good girl. How'd that feel, baby?."

"It hurt...sir."

"Good. You are to be punished. Soon you will begin to like it. I can tell you are a true submissive. Now, quiet as Gabe takes his turn."

Gabe then spanked her ass. Five blows fell before he too stroked her ass gently. They did this two more times, sharing in her punishment, before Dean cursed and lowered her hands. She looked at him in question and saw he jaw clenched tight, his cock straining against his briefs. She realized her punishment was not over, it had just changed. He untied her hands, but then retied them behind her. He then forced her to her knees. "On your knees, baby. Your punishment isn't over yet."




Blackout



"Yes, sir." She replied. She faced forward and realized that Dean's thick cock was right in front of her. He had stipped off his underwear. She licked her lips looking at him.

"That's right, baby. You like that, dont you?" He questioned, gripping her hair so hard her eyes watered. His other hand was grasping his cock, moving up and down. She nodded, and he continued, "While Gabe continues your punishment I'm going to take your mouth. Don't fight as I have control. Your hands are tied. I will take your mouth however I want. When I finish then it's Gabe's turn. You will swallow every bit or the punishment will continue." The words turned her on, knowing the two men before her had all the power.

"Yes, sir." She murmured, lowering her eyes.

"Good girl." Dean stroked her hair, before gripping it hard and pulling her forward. "Mouth wide." She obeyed and he pushed his thick cock in her mouth. "Yes! That's it, baby. Take it deep. Fuck, Gabe, her mouth is hot." 

"Looks like it. You should see her ass. She's bent over and it's such a pretty shade of red. Would you like to be spanked, princess?" He asked, his hand running over it. Mia nodded her head. She couldn't believe how hot this made her. Her pussy was dripping.

Dean laughed, "That's a yes." Gabe brought his hand down and Mia cried out. Dean groaned as Mia's cries vibratated against his cock every time Gabe spanked her. He gripped her hair hard, thrusting deeper. She gagged, but he didn't stop, only going deeper. This was her punishment. "Im going to come. Swallow every drop." He growled. She nodded and he began to thrust in and out fast, fucking her mouth until he pushed in deep and came. She swallowed every bit and he pulled free.

"Fuck, that was good." Dean said, twisting her hair until her eyes met his. His cock hardened when he saw her swollen red lips. 

"Now it's my turn to fuck that pretty little mouth." Gabe moved in front of her and Dean behind, switching positions. 

"Damn, Gabe. Her ass is a pretty shade of red. You went to town, I see your handprints all over it." He rubbed her ass. "How's it feel, baby?" Dean said.

"Ok." Mia panted, kneeling before them. She shifted, aroused. Her ass stung but it turned her on when he rubbed it.

"You ok for some more punishment?" Dean asked.

"Yes, sir." Mia said shivering, staring at Gabe's thick cock, which he was stroking.

"Good girl." Dean said. "Open that pretty little mouth up for Gabe. I want to watch him fuck that swollen mouth while I spank you."

She obeyed, and Gabe pushed his cock in in one thrust. She gagged and he swore, "Sorry, princess, but I can't stop. It was so hot seeing Dean fuck your mouth. Seeing your ass turn red under my hand. I can't be gentle." He continued to fuck her mouth, gripping her head between his big hands to keep her where he wanted. At one point Dean helped hold her head in place because his thrusts were so hard.

Dean brought his hand down. She jerked and moaned. "Fuck, her ass is hot. She likes it. She's such a hot piece. The perfect sub." 

"Her mouth is so fucking wet." Gabe panted. His hands buried deeper in her hair, holding her head still. "I'm almost there, princess." Three more thrusts and he was coming. "Fuck, Dean. Her mouth is sucking me dry." He pulled free and yanked her up into his arms, kissing her. 

"Here, baby, lets untie you." Dean carefully kneaded her wrists, making sure any feeling came back. "How was it?" He asked.

"Hot." Mia whispered tiredly. 

"Good, because we aren't done with you yet. I think you deserve a reward." Dean whispered. The two men then worked together to bring her to another climax.

As she was coming Gabe pulled her on top of him. "Princess, I'm going to fuck you now." 

Mia eagerly nodded, moaning as his thick cock pushed into her soaked pussy. "Damn, you're tight." He groaned, bringing her mouth to his for a kiss.

Dean stroked her ass before slowly pushing one finger in. She gasped, arching her back. "Shh, baby. Relax, I'm just getting you ready." He pushed another finger in and she cried out. Gabe brought his thumb to her clit and stroked. She moaned, so turned on regardless of, or maybe because of, anything Dean was doing. 

Dean pulled his fingers free and then kissed her neck. "Baby, relax." He waited until she came against Gabe's hand before he pushed into her ass. She cried out with the pleasure and pain they made her feel.

"That's it, baby. Take me deeper. Let Gabe in that pussy." Dean rocked against her, pushing deeper into her ass. "Damn, you are tight. Have you ever been fucked here?"

"Once. In college." She panted, moaning at the intense pleasure that bordered on pain.

"Who was it?" Dean growled in jealousy. He spanked her ass when she didn't reply fast enough.

"A guy at a party. I was drunk and he took me upstairs. He turned me around and fucked my ass."

"Fuck." Gabe said, listening. "Did you like it?" 

"It hurt. He was rough, but I liked it. That's when I first knew."

"Did he fuck you again?"

"A few more times."

"Tell us." Dean demanded, getting harder.

"He tied me up once and fucked me. He left me there all day and came in to fuck me whenever he wanted."

"Fuck, princess. I think we may do that too. Dean, I can feel you thrusting into her." Gabe growled and began to move harder. They worked her body together, their movements becoming rougher as they neared their climax. Dean reached between her legs and stroked while Gabe played with and kneaded her nipples. Then they all came together.

"Princess, you ok?" Gabe said, helping her up. Dean was using her stoking to clean her up. 

"Yes, just tired." She said, leaning against him.

"We better get cleaned up. The elevator will be fixed soon. We don't want anyone else seeing her like this." Dean said, helping Mia into her skirt. 

Gabe helped snap her bra and together they put on her blouse. As she was buttoning it they each pulled on their own clothes. Just then the lights came on and the elevator began to move. The doors opened and Mia saw a group of firefighters.

"Ma'am, you ok?" The firefighter questioned, holding out a hand to help her out. Gabe brushed his hand away and helped her out himself.

"Yes, sir." Mia blushed, realizing what she said. Dean chuckled behind her, bringing his hand up to rub her back.

"You sure?" The firefighter questioned, watching her. "You look a bit flushed." He looked at the two men and then smirked, as if he knew. He looked back at her and his eyes wandered down her body.

"Yes, just thirsty." He pulled his eyes away and nodded. Hewalked away and then came back bringing them all bottles of water.

The paramedics checked them all out before allowing them to leave.

"So..." Mia said. She turned to face the two men uncertainly.

"Come home with us, Mia. We are not done with you." Gabe's voice came out hard. She realized that this was a command.

She looked at them and nodded.



Blackout



“You got nice tits babe, how big are they?” Tab said in a sexy whisper. Ronnie’s lips moved from her mouth to her throat and Tara moaned as the tall woman’s hands moved to her ass and began to squeeze. Tara moaned again and her hips started to jog softly. Her mind tried desperately to cope with the influx of sensation. Lips and a tongue were licking and sucking her neck, moving up towards her jaw. A soft tongue traced along her delicate ear. A large pair of hands was fondling her breasts, pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples through her silky bra. Another pair of hands was squeezing her ass through her panties. She felt like she was going to explode from the myriad of sensations.

“How big are they, you sexy little bitch?” Tab’s voice demanded.

“36-C,” Tara gasped.

“Mmmm, nice,” the voice purred.

Ronnie’s hands moved into her the waistband of Tara’s panties and the contact of her rough hands on Tara’s smooth skin added another jolt to the confused woman’s system. Tab was tonguing her ear and really working her tits over. She didn’t even notice that Ronnie was pushing her panties down until the little scrap of silk was already falling down her legs to join her dress. Ronnie’s hand pressed between her legs and cupped her pussy. Tara groaned and unconsciously spread her legs as much as her dress and panties would allow.

“Ohhhhh,” She moaned when a long finger pressed between her lips and deep into her tunnel.

“Tight pussy,” Ronnie commented. She began to forcefully thrust her finger in and out. Tara’s hips soon matched her rhythm, pushing forward to meet her thrusting finger. 

“I feel that tight little ass moving, you’re loving that finger aren’t you?” Tab hissed. When Tara didn’t respond she pinched the girl’s nipples hard.

“Don’t you slut!” she demanded.

“Yessssssssssss,” Tara hissed. 

“That’s a good little fuck toy. That’s what you are, aren’t you? Your just a little fuck toy for me and Ronnie to play with aren’t you?” 

Tara was shocked by the words. They were so mean, so dirty, but she was too far gone to feel anything other than a sharp spike of pleasure. She was shocked to realize the humiliation was turning her on even more than the hands and fingers.

Tab’s hands left Tara’s breasts for a moment to unhook her bra. Once it was undone she was standing there in just her garter-belt, stockings and heels. Tab’s hands returned to her breasts and continued to expertly manipulate them. The little blonde felt her pussy clenching and unclenching. She was about to cum and a shuddering moan escaped her parted lips. The hands suddenly stopped all movement.

“Noooo,” Tara whined and tried to move her hips, but Ronnie’s finger slipped out of her hot pussy leaving her feeling terribly empty and wanting.

“You want some pussy?” Tab crooned in her ear. Tara didn’t answer.

“Come on baby, tell mama you want some pussy,” Her fingers were now lightly circling Tara’s aching nipples. Ronnie’s hands were stroking her hips, occasionally bumping her sopping pussy, but not enough. Tara realized the teasing could go on forever, there was only one way to end it and she knew what that was. 

“You do don’t you? Ask nicely and Ronnie will give you what your hot little pussy needs, Come on, ask mommy for some hot wet pussy,” Tab whispered. For a brief moment Tara’s pride fought, but it was lost in a whirlwind of arousal and a budding discovery of her submissive nature.

“Can I please have some pussy?” Tara asked in a little girl voice. She flushed with humiliation, but that very humiliation was a powerful aphrodisiac that was almost enough to make her cum by itself.

“Sure baby, there’s plenty of hot creamy cunt for you,” Tab said as her hands moved under Tara’s arms and pulled her down onto her back. She felt the rough carpet of the elevator floor on her back and ass. For a brief moment there was nothing and the darkness and silence closed in on her with a vengeance. The spiraling fear and panic overwhelmed her arousal and threatened her sanity. Then she felt firm hands push her thighs apart. They lifted her legs until her feet were flat on the floor and drawn up, leaving her pussy exposed. Tara was grateful for the contact; she realized these two women were the only thing keeping her sane in the stygian darkness. She knew she would do anything to know she wasn’t alone in the dark.

“How you want to work this,” Ronnie’s voice said. Tara could hear zippers coming down and cloth rustling. 

“I don’t know, lets ask her,”

“How 'bout it Tara?’ Ronnie said gently.

“How 'bout what? I don’t understand,” Tara whimpered.

“Who’s pussy do you want to eat, and who do you want fucking you?” 

Tara thought about her choices, she could just say stop it now, but if she did they might quit talking and touching her and she desperately needed that reassurance. She could do what they wanted, it meant having sex with them, but that didn’t seem like such a bad thing. Or was that her fear talking? It was so hard to think. The inner conflict died as the two women waited for her to speak. The silence and darkness were too awful to face, Tara knew she would have to deal with the guilt later, but that was later, this was now.

“I…I want to eat Ronnie’s pussy,” Tara murmured, her cheeks burning with shame.

“You get all the breaks,” Tab said.

“A little kindness goes a long way, you don’t have to be such a bitch to be a top,” Ronnie said.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I think its just cause I’m so fucking ugly.”

“All right sugar,” a disembodied voice above her said. She felt the smooth skin of someone’s legs on her ears. At the same time she was aware of someone moving between her legs.

She felt a heavy body settle between her legs. After some adjustment she felt Tab’s kinky pubic hair pressed into her own soft, downy fuzz. 

“Aww, come on and give the looser a break, at least wrap your legs around me and act like you want it,” Tab said. Her voice carried a false bravado, but Tara realized that the big woman’s feelings were hurt. Despite the awkwardness of the situation she suddenly felt like a terrible person. She wanted desperately to make it better. Tara was a kind and gentle soul and she couldn’t stand to cause anyone pain. Tara mustered up her courage and spoke.

“I don’t have to pretend, I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” she said in the sexiest voice she could manage, as she wrapped her long legs around Tab’s waist and locked her legs at the small of the big woman’s back. 

“Really?” Tab asked. The hope and need for approval she heard in that voice made her feel like her heart was being ripped from her chest. It was almost childlike in it’s need for affection. She felt Ronnie’s hand on her cheek, gently stroking her skin. Somehow she knew that hand was giving her encouragement, she could almost feel Ronnie willing her to respond affirmatively. Tara felt a tear on her cheek. 

“Yes, really,” she said in a voice so quiet she wondered for a moment if the others had even heard it.

“Hear that Ronnie? She wants me! Baby, I’m going to fuck you like no one ever has before!” Tab crowed. The hand on her cheek moved to her shoulder and gave her an approving little squeeze.

“Now who gets all the breaks?”

“Hey, some of us just got it, what can ya do?” Tab said in a voice filled with happiness.

“You going to brag all night or give the poor girl a fucking?” Ronnie said. Her words sounded like their regular banter, but Tara could hear the smile behind them.

“You ready baby?” she asked Tara.

“Yes!” Tara said with far more enthusiasm than she felt. She was still not sure about this. Tab began to jog her hips back and forth. At first there was a delicious friction as their lips rubbed against each other. Soon their juices mingled and the friction dissolved into a smooth, incredibly pleasurable gliding. The woman’s hips stroked up and down, the lips of her pussy sliding along Tara’s slick lips. It was a sensation like nothing she had ever felt before and she quickly found her hips responding, moving with Tab’s to keep the silky contact contiguous throughout the big woman’s entire motion.

“God I wish I had my strap-on,” Tab said. She was breathing heavily and her voice was thick with lust.

Tara let out a long moan and arched her back. Ronnie seemed to have been waiting for that because she chose that exact moment to let her knees slid outward and drop her pussy onto Tara’s open lips. Her hands found Tara’s bouncing tits and began to roll the stiff nipples.

Fire! Liquid fire burning through her veins. A massive contraction deep in her pussy followed by pulses of utter bliss. A thick, musky taste filling her mouth as she screamed into Ronnie’s soaked pussy. Jagged bolts of pleasure coming from her nipples. Tara’s hands dug reflexively at the carpet and her whole body shook.

“Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah, cum baby,” Tab was chanting as her motions continued to deliver that unbearably intense pleasure. 

Tara screamed again and her hands shot to Ronnie’s hips, digging into the flesh. Her back arched higher and she felt her nails digging into Ronnie’s soft skin. She was sure she was going to go insane, the pulses of pleasure were stronger than anything she had ever felt. Her mind seemed to be disintegrating, flying off in a thousand directions at once. She fought through the bursts of euphoria and tried to bring her thoughts into focus.

“Ahhhhhhh,” Ronnie groaned and Tara’s mouth was suddenly full of the thin woman’s cream. Tara swallowed and began to lick wildly. It tasted like nothing she had ever had in her mouth and she just couldn’t get enough. Ronnie responded to the unexpected stimulation by jogging her hips and soon she was riding Tara’s face in a frenzy of need.

Tab was still rubbing herself frantically against Tara’s quivering pussy. Tara suddenly tensed and cried out as another monster orgasm rocked her world. She suddenly went limp and Ronnie raised up off her face. Tara was panting, the strong soporific effect that she usually felt after an orgasm began to pervade her system as her heartbeat slowed and her breathing returned to normal. 

“Damn, you’re a hot little number,” Tab panted.

“Natural born muff diver too,’ Ronnie said with an amused chuckle.

“You Okay, baby?” Tab asked. 

“Mmmhmmm,” Tara responded.

The two women crawled off her body and Tara curled up into a fetal position. Pleasant little after shocks were still coming from her pussy, but the darkness and silence were still there, even in the afterglow her panic began to assert itself once again. A hand griped her shoulder and rolled her back onto her back.

She was vaguely aware of her legs being parted and jumped when Ronnie’s wet pussy bumped against hers. The tall woman’s left leg was lying next to her and Ronnie’s right leg was across Tara’s body. Their pussies were pressed tightly together, but it was radically different from what she and Tab had been doing earlier. Ronnie’s long fingers spread Tara’s lips wide open and she adjusted herself so the contact was shockingly intimate. Tara moaned when Ronnie found just the right angle and began to jog her hips. It was slow, sensuous and languid. None of the urgency she had experienced with Tab was evident. She realized that Ronnie wasn’t going to try to fuck her silly; the tall woman was using a terribly sensuous and distracting motion that was calculated to bring Tara off again and again. 

Tara whimpered and tried to shift her body to ease the white-hot contact, but Ronnie’s strong arms held her in place and the subtle, but maddening motion continued. She was vaguely aware of Tab moving somewhere nearby, but her mind was drawn back to her pussy and the soft motion that was driving her towards madness. Tara understood now how the two women were so successful at seductions. Tab was coarse, unrefined and simply elementally sexual. Ronnie was refined, gentle and very subtle. Tab could fuck a girl into oblivion, but Ronnie would orgasm her to insanity. Tara wondered how anyone the two went after could not end up addicted.

Tara began to moan as the sweet torture continued. She felt Tab’s heavily muscled thighs as the big woman straddled her face. Tara was surprised to find she was anticipating licking the woman’s pussy. If she tasted anything like Ronnie did, Tara knew she was going to love it. Tab’s pussy settled onto her face and she felt the big woman’s hands cover her breasts. Tab’s pussy was wetter and fleshier than Ronnie’s had been. The taste was altogether different, a kind of smoky and salty flavor that Tara didn’t like at first. As her tongue glided over the silky inner folds of Tab’s labia the flavor changed subtly, becoming sweeter and less salty. 

Tara’s tongue was moving across the soft flesh when she encountered something hard, she found her tongue playing with it and Tab began to groan. Ronnie was moaning too and Tara felt like she was about to explode. A single thought managed to penetrate her lust fogged brain and she knew she had found Tab’s clit. The little blonde went wild, licking the small nub with total abandon.

“Oh fuck,” Tab shouted in a horse voice and her hips went wild. Tara’s mouth seemed to be filled with the flavor of the big woman’s thick cream and she loved it. Her own orgasm burst up on her just as Ronnie moaned and came.

----

“How long we been here?” Tab asked.

“I don’t know,” Ronnie replied in a dreamy voice.

“Sounds like she’s getting the hang of it,” Tab said in an amused tone.

“Yeah, she’s getting pretty…Oh!.. yeah, just like that baby,” Ronnie groaned.

Tara felt Ronnie’s long fingers grab her head and hold it right where she was. She had her tongue partially in the woman’s tight canal, with it curled up and was undulating her tongue. She felt Ronnie’s hips begin to jog and licked faster. Tara had lost all sense of time and reality in the continuing darkness. She knew Ronnie and Tab were both sitting with their backs to the back of the elevator. She had been alternately servicing the two of them for what seemed to be hours. She couldn’t explain it, but she had to have the contact and words. The terrible darkness held no power over her as long as she wasn’t alone.

Ronnie’s body shuddered and Tara pushed her face down, she had come to know the signs and she wanted to be ready for the luxurious burst of girl cream that was just seconds away. She had heard of it before, but had never met anyone who claimed to be a squirter, but Ronnie was.

“Fuck,” Ronnie moaned and bathed Tara’s face in her sweet juices. Tara finished cleaning her and moved over between Tab’s legs. She felt the big woman’s hand on her head as it guided her down to the satiny haven between her stout thighs.

“Ever met a girl like this?” Tab asked as Tara’s tongue burrowed into her still damp pussy.

“Like what?” Ronnie’s voice asked.

“I dunno, I mean, well, before the lights went out she was little miss innocent, now she’s been giving us both head for hours. What gives?”

“It’s called an epiphany,” Ronnie said chuckling.

“A what?”

“An epiphany. It means a sudden discovery of a cosmic truth, or some shit like that. Our little Tara has had one,” Ronnie said.

“Oh, did you have an epi-fanny, or whatever-the-fuck darling?” Tab asked. The little blonde was to busy licking and sucking to reply.

“Sure she did,” Ronnie said.

“What was it?” Tab asked. She sounded a little confused and whenever that happened she sounded angrier. Tara had discovered this too over the long hours. Tab felt more comfortable being mad than being unsure.

“She discovered she was put on this world for a purpose and her purpose is to eat pussy, isn’t that right baby?” Ronnie said. Before Tara could respond the lights came on and the elevator started to descend. 

“Fuck me running!” Tab exclaimed as they all made a mad scramble for their clothes. Tara had a fleeting impression of Tab’s naked body and thickly furred pussy before she joined the mad dash. Tara found her dress in the center of the elevator and struggled into it, there was no time for her bra or panties, they were already at the fortieth floor and still descending rapidly. As the dress settled around her hips she snatched up the pretty blue bra and shoved it into her purse. She was frantically tugging the zipper up while she searched for her panties but they were nowhere to be seen. Ronnie had her blouse on and was buttoning it as quickly as she could and Tab was pulling her pants up. Tara grabbed Ronnie’s blazer and helped her into it while Tab vehemently cursed the buttons on her uniform blouse.

When the elevator reached the ground floor the door slid open and Earl, the maintenance man was waiting for them. They all looked disheveled and Tara was blushing crimson. The old man looked them over and smiled. 

“You girls all right?”

“Yeah, but it was hotter than hell in there,” Ronnie said while fanning herself. Tara marveled at Ronnie’s coolness and quick thinking. Obviously she mentioned the heat so Earl would have no questions about their relative states of dress and Ronnie could only be doing that to protect Tara. 

“Imagine so, guess I’ll go call the cops and let 'em know we don’t need 'em no more,” the old man said. 

“Earl?” Tara called as he turned to walk away.

“Yeah?”

“Are they running late trains to get us home?” she asked. The old man snorted and laughed.

“They ain’t running shit, Mrs. Pennington. Heard on the radio that they were trying to collect all the folks from up north at the Meadowlands, but a lot of streetlights are still out. I don’t think you’ll be seeing home tonight,” he said, and then moved off towards the small office he had in the basement.

“Well shit,” Tara exclaimed, embarrassing herself with the expletive.

“What ya gonna do girl?” Tab asked.

“I guess I can just sleep in my office, if you’ll let me back in?” She said turning to Ronnie. Now that she could see and the terror of the dark was fading she found herself becoming more and more embarrassed by her actions in the elevator.

“I could, but why bother? Tab and I only live a few blocks away, why don’t you just call your hubby and tell him you’re staying with some girls from work?” Ronnie said and winked.

“Yeah!” Tab seconded.

“I don’t know,” Tara began, but Tab scooped her up in her arms and started towards the front doors.

“Tab!” she shouted, but she was also giggling. Tab was smiling at her and somehow she didn’t seem menacing any longer. Tara found herself looking closely and was surprised to discover that Tab wasn’t ugly. The red head’s face hadn’t changed Tara realized, but her perceptions had. Big, bad, mean, foul mouthed, nasty-minded Tab…it was all bullshit. This was a woman who wanted, even needed to be loved and appreciated. The big woman put her down once they were out on the muggy street and they began the long walk to their place.

----

“Michael?”

“Oh my god, Tara are you all right? I’ve been worried sick,” her husband’s relieved voice came over the phone. She was seated on the sofa at Ronnie & Tab’s apartment. The two women were in their rooms, so she had privacy to place the call.

“I’m fine, was stuck in an elevator, but no harm done,”

“Thank god,”

“How are things there?” 

“Power is still out, but the phones are working. How are you going to get home? Need me to come pick you up? I heard the trains aren’t running,” Michael said.

“I’m just going to stay here tonight,” Tara said.

“Where?” Mike’s voice came back. Tara could hear the suspicion in it. Mike was terribly jealous of her and very possessive.

“Over at Ronnie’s,” Tara said.

“The bull dyke?”

“She’s not that bad. I was stuck in the elevator with her and Tab. I know I have said a lot of bad things about them, but they are really nice people once you get to know them,”

“I don’t want you staying with no dykes, I’ll come get you,” he said resolutely. Tara wasn’t sure about it herself, but the way he said it got her dander up.




Blackout



“Oh, quit being silly, they aren’t going to do anything to me I don’t want. We need to change our attitudes, this is New York, not Peoria, they are just people and very nice people at that,”

“No, I forbid it,” he said. She could almost see the pout on his face.

“What are you going to do? It’s past eleven here, you won’t get into the city until three in the morning. And that would put us home by what? Five? I wouldn’t even have time to shower before you had to bring me back in,” Tara said. Part of her wanted to take her husband up on it, but a stronger part of her wanted to stay.

“Get a hotel room then,”

“Oh for Christ’s sakes. What? Do you think I am going to be seduced or something?”

“No, I just don’t want you staying with that kind of person,”

“What kind of person?” Tara said angrily. That really wasn’t fair and she knew it, until a few hours ago she thought of gays in the same way her husband did.

“You know…gays,”

“I’m not going to discuss this any further. I’m going to go take a shower and curl up on their sofa. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Tara said and hung up the phone. Clapping broke out and she turned to find Tab standing in the doorway to her room. She was naked and had a strap-on dildo around her hips. Tara froze and stared. This wasn’t an elevator, it wasn’t to hide from the terror, she was making a conscious decision here. 

The big woman’s body was a pale white color; it was obvious she got little sun. Her breasts were large and full, but sagged under their own weight. Her waist was thick and so were her hips, but her heavily muscled thighs were her most outstanding feature. They looked to be as thick as tree trunks and Tara shivered when she imagined the power they could deliver. The harness covered her pussy, but a forest of red curls was still visible. The dildo was a pinkish color, large and smooth with a funny curve near the tip.

Tab approached her and smiled. Tara smiled back uncertainly, she felt a little like bolting from the room and a lot like pulling her dress up. She felt her nipples hardening and her pussy lubricating in anticipation. The hours in the dark hell of the elevator had changed her. Perhaps Ronnie was right and she had experienced an epiphany. Tab’s naked body turned her on more than her husband’s ever had and the loving, but hungry look in the butch’s eyes sent a shiver of pure desire through the small blonde. Tab didn’t speak, she seemed to know instinctively now wasn’t the time for words. She just picked Tara up in her arms and carried her to her bedroom. 

The room was fairly spartan, but Tara had no time to really examine it because Tab laid her gently on the bed and fell on top of her. Tab began kissing her and it was wonderful. Somehow Tara lost track of time in the comforting safety of the big woman’s arms. Her dress was gone, but she didn’t remember it coming off and at some point Ronnie joined them on the big king sized bed. For a while there was a lot of kissing, touching and gentle caresses. Tara felt a joy she could never have imagined.

Now she lay on her back while both women stroked strap-on dildos and eyed her. Ronnie’s body was lean and tight, her breasts just flat disks on her chest. The big black strap-on she wore didn’t even look incongruous, save for the color. Her body was simply not very feminine, but that didn’t make it less attractive to Tara.



“Who first?’ Ronnie asked.

“Oh hell, why worry about it?” Tab said and smiled.

“All right, front or back?” Ronnie said.

“What?” Tara blurted out in alarm.

“Hush baby,” Tab said.

“I’ll take the back, unless you have any objections?” Ronnie said.

“Fine with me.” Tab said and jumped on the bed. She caught Tara in her arms and pulled the smaller woman on top as she rolled over. Tara felt Tab’s strong muscles and the long pink cock between their bodies. Tab reached down and caught the base and Tara knew what she wanted. 

“Go ahead beautiful,” Tab said with a twinkle in her eye. Tara and her husband only had sex in the missionary position, but she had heard of fem-superior. It wasn’t lack of knowledge, or even unsurety about how to proceed that stopped her.

Up until this point there was a logical explanation for her actions that wouldn’t force her to admit she was at least bi, if not gay. She had a phobia and people who had phobias often did uncharacteristic and even irrational things when confronted by their fears. Now there was no darkness, no silence and no excuses. If she didn’t stop this now she was going to become a willing participant in lesbian sex. She wouldn’t be mounting Tab’s cock for security or to save her sanity, she would be doing it purely for the pleasure. She realized she anticipated pleasure, even though she had never tried this. Tab and Ronnie had taken her body to heights she had never dreamed possible and Tara wanted more of that. For at least ten of her twenty-six years she had thought of sex as a chore, something to be endured not enjoyed. She rarely masturbated because it was so shameful, but the most powerful orgasms she had given herself paled to insignificance compared to the ones she had experienced in the elevator.



Here, at the moment of truth, a good woman with strong conservative values faced an elemental woman with a frightening hunger for pleasure. The contest was short and the results weren’t even close. Tara grasped the dildo and raised up on her knees until the plastic cock was directly beneath her. She brought it to her pussy and then slowly settled on it. She felt it pushing past her entrance and sliding into her silky cavern. The plastic was cool, but the sensation of being filled gave her the impression of a rising heat in her pussy. It was shaped oddly and when her golden triangle settled onto the black leather of Tab’s harness she felt a strange sensation deep inside, something she had never felt before. Like it was pressing against a part of her that she never even knew she had.

Tab smiled and moved her big hands to Tara’s hips. She began to undulate her hips, opening the gap between their bodies a few inches and then coming back together. The effect was to slowly fuck the pink dildo in and out of Tara’s pussy. To the small blonde it felt incredible, somehow it was massaging something inside her that was building a strange tension in her body. She couldn’t explain it, but she could feel it. Tab pulled her feet up until they were flat on the bed and used her lower body to fuck Tara with more power. Soon the petite blonde was moaning and begging for more like a trollop, but she didn’t give a damn. The tension in her body was piling up and she felt like a coke bottle being shaken on a warm summer day. The pure pleasure was so astounding that she knew something had to give soon. When it did she nearly fainted.

One moment she was going mad with the strange tension and the next she was screaming and riding down hard on Tab’s cock. Tara was experiencing her first g-spot orgasm and her life would never be the same. She felt a rush of something from her pussy and then a swirling escalation in the pleasure she felt that simply overloaded her head. Euphoria on a level she never dreamed of assaulted her so strongly that she would forever remember it and afterwards nothing else would compare in intensity, not even the pain of childbirth.

Tara was barely aware of Ronnie climbing onto the big bed. Her first real notice came when she felt the woman’s long fingers prying her ass cheeks apart. She was still panting and her body was twitching. When she felt the head of Ronnie’s strap-on pressed against her rose bud she yelped. 

“No, please Ronnie, don’t,” she managed. The tall woman stopped and held still.

“Why not?” she asked.

“It’s so…” Tara began, but she couldn’t find the words. Tab stroked her hair and kissed her nose.

“Relax honey, you are going to love it,” she said.

“But,” Tara began, but Ronnie cut her off.

“Have we done anything so far you didn’t enjoy?” Ronnie asked softly. 

That stopped Tara in her tracks. Nothing the two butchs had done to her had felt anything other than wonderful. She had always thought of anal sex as perverse, but then again she felt the same way about oral sex. Now she knew that she loved eating pussy. If she had been so wrong there, wasn’t it possible she was wrong about this too? she thought. Deciding to leave herself in the hands of her more experienced lovers she decided not to question them, but one thing did stand out. From whispered conversations she had always heard that anal hurt.

“Will it hurt?” she asked in a small voice.

“A little at first, but not much if you just relax. Trust us, you are going to be seeing stars and Aztec temples in a few minutes,” Ronnie said. Tara nodded and tried to relax as Ronnie forced a slippery finger into her rectum. She probed carefully and made sure that she got plenty of the lubricant worked into Tara’s tight ass before she withdrew her finger and brought her dildo to the puckered entrance.

Ronnie held Tara’s hip with one hand and used the other to keep the black dildo online with its target. She used her hips to slowly increase the pressure, watching closely as first the tip and then millimeter by millimeter, the fat head sank into the girl’s up-thrust bottom. 

Tara groaned a she felt herself being lewdly stretched open. She already felt stuffed full, but each second brought more into her quivering ass. When the widest part of the head passed, about two inches sank into her in a rush. Tara groaned and gritted her teeth, but didn’t cry out. She forced her body to relax and tried to breathe deeply. More and more of the fat cock sank into her and she felt it sliding against the still dildo in her pussy. It seemed like she was going to be split in half and for a brief moment she felt a surge of panic. Ronnie’s hips bumping gently against her cheeks let her know she could relax even before Ronnie grunted.

“In,”

“How ya feel, baby?” Tab asked.

“Stuffed,” Tara grunted.

Both women laughed and Ronnie began to withdraw her cock. Slowly she moved it in and out, building speed as Tara’s body adjusted to the intruder. It did hurt at first, but after a while the sensation became mildly pleasurable. Tara was actually starting to enjoy it when Tab began to fuck her too.

“Ohhhhh, God,” she cried. She could feel the two cocks scraping against each other through the thin membrane that separated her two tunnels. It feel incredible and soon she was humping back against Ronnie and down on Tab. It took her a while to get the motion down, the one that let her thrust back on both cocks but once she did something inside took over and she just went wild.

“I think she likes it,” Tab said smiling.

“Yeah,” Ronnie grunted as she drove into Tara.

Tara was unprepared for the orgasm that followed. It was simply too divine and she was too worn out. Sweet oblivion came in its wake. 

----

Tara awoke to find herself alone in the big bed. She got up and stretched, feeling her muscles protest. Her pussy was sore, her ass was sore, her arms and legs were sore and.. God she felt wonderful!

She walked into the living room to find Ronnie sitting on the sofa reading the paper and Tab cooking breakfast. They were both still naked and Tara felt her pulse quicken. Ronnie looked up and smiled.

“Hello, sleepyhead,” she said. The clock read nearly noon and Tara’s face showed her displeasure. Another day off meant she would be totally out of sick leave.

“What’s the matter?”

“I really wish you had woke me up, I can’t miss anymore work,” she said with a frown. Ronnie laughed and Tab joined her. 

“Relax, sugar-panties, the office is closed today,” Tab said from the kitchen. Tara breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. 

“Guess I had better call Mike then,” she said.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and you have such a busy day ahead of you. Why not just leave him in the dark?” Ronnie said, laughing at her pun.

“Busy day?” Tara asked. Ronnie smiled, put down the paper and spread her long legs, revealing her beautiful pussy.

“Yeah, you’re going to get fucked silly, all day long. Unless you have other plans?” she asked. Tara could only smile and shake her head.

“Good. Now come get your breakfast; every girl needs a good breakfast before she starts her day,” Ronnie said. Tara moved quickly to the sofa and fell to her knees between Ronnie’s legs. 

“Don’t get too full, you have seconds waiting on you,” Tab said grinning. Tara looked at the two women who, until yesterday, had been so menacing. Now she saw them as two lovers who would make her cum all day long.

Every girl should be so lucky, she thought as she lowered her face to Ronnie’s waiting pussy.

Finis



Blackout



I sometimes don't know whether it really happened or whether it was a dream. The flashing lights of the tunnel walls as the subway train rockets past make the entire memory surreal. I am standing as usual, clutching the strap and swaying slightly to keep my balance. My fellow commuters stare blankly into space and I feel in the slack muscles of my face my own vacuous expression. There is a bovine placidity and sameness to this routine. We are cattle, transported from barn to pasture to barn, day in and day out. I am sick of this unending boredom and pray for something, anything, to happen to defibrillate us all into coming back to life.

Each time the train sways or rounds a bend, the man clutching the strap behind me bumps gently into my back. His body is firm and somehow more real, more solid, than everything around me. I begin to realize that his movements are more...intentional...than the movement of the train would suggest. My knee-jerk reaction is to want to turn around and glare at him. Pervert. But there is something pleasant about the rythmic thump of his weight against me and I close my eyes briefly, savoring for a moment the touch of another human being.

The lights stream past the windows of the train, alternately illuminating and obscuring the riders as if they are the subjects of a time-lapse photography experiment.

The man is rocking harder against me. I begin to discern the distinct sensation of something rigid pushing against my ass. My eyes fly open as I realize that the hardness is his erect cock. But instead of moving quickly away, like any good cow, I find myself pushing my ass back against him. There are so many people on the train that our closeness goes unoticed. He has placed a hand on my hip and is subtly grinding his cock against my ass. I can't believe I'm allowing this. Have I gone crazy? Or am I so starved for something, something unidentifiable, that it compels me to allow this man to continue?

I am wearing a short skirt and I am acutely aware that the man is now running his hand up my bare thigh and under the hem of my skirt. I'm about to turn around and stop this when suddenly the train lurches to a halt and we are plunged into darkness. The man and I are able to keep our balance and his cock is still pressed firmly against my backside. There is relative calm in the train car – this happens sometimes. We know we only have to wait a few moments before the power will be restored and we will begin moving again. The man knows this too and takes advantage of the opportunity.

He leans forward and whispers into my ear, his breath hot.

"Spread your legs."

I know I shouldn't. I can't be doing this. I move my feet apart slightly.

"More."

I obey, widening my stance. He slides his hand under my skirt and reaches to the front, slipping his hand down my panties. My cunt is dripping wet, has been for the last 10 minutes. He finds my hard clit with his finger and begins to caress it. I gasp and lean back against him, allowing him to support my weight. My legs are weak as waves of pleasure begin coursing through me. He rubs my aching clit for a few delicious moments and I am thrusting my hips, moving in rhythm with his stroking. We're still completely in the dark but the other passengers are not talking loudly. I bite my lips to keep from moaning out loud. Suddenly he removes his hand from my panties and I almost cry out, No don't stop!

I feel him doing something behind me and I realize that he has unzipped his trousers. He lifts my skirt and pulls down my panties. He fingers my wet pussy again, this time from the back. He is dipping into the juices pooling in my cunt and rubbing them on his stiff cock. I shift, spreading my legs even more and bending slightly over. I feel the head of his prick probing the moist lips of my pussy, seeking entry into the opening. It suddenly finds its prize and I feel the length of him suddenly thrust into me. I choke back a gasping cry as he begins to pump his throbbing cock in and out of my cunt. He is holding onto my hip with one hand while with the other he has reached around and is once again manipulating my clit. I have forgotten where I am, forgotten that we are in the dark surrounded by strangers. That he is a stranger. All I can focus on is his cock pistoning in me and the waves of pleasure breaking against my consciousness.

Suddenly, the train car shudders to life and we begin to move forward, although the lights are still out. But I know that soon, too soon, the lights will come back on and all these people will see our fucking. I don't care. In fact, the thought of us suddenly being exposed excites me even more and I begin to grunt softly with his thrusts, not caring if anyone hears. His mouth is next to my ear and I can feel him panting. He is whispering things in my ear, filthy things. It only makes me push harder back against him.

As the train picks up speed, so does he. He is stroking my clit urgently now and thrusting in time. My orgasm starts to build and I'm praying he doesn't cum before I do. I push his hand harder against my clit and he increases the pressure. The train is rocketing forward, mirroring the onslaught of my orgasm. Suddenly I gasp and I feel him go rigid and groan. I begin to climax, throwing my head back and biting back at the last minute on my scream. I feel him ejaculating inside me, his cock and my cunt pulsating together. He has buried his mouth into my neck and I can feel him screaming silently against my skin. His arm is around my waist and he is holding me up, my knees having turned to jelly. The train car is moving normally now and the lights are beginning to flicker. We are recovering and I feel him ease his cock slowly out of my aching cunt. I feel bereft of him. My cunt feels open and sore and I feel his sperm dripping from me. As the lights flicker back on he quickly pulls up my panties and lowers my skirt, moving slightly away from me.

The train is pulling into my stop. I want to turn around but I can't bring myself to do so. I brace myself as the train comes to a stop and I sway slightly to regain my balance. The doors open and the mass of humanity surges forward, impelling me toward the exit. I struggle then to turn around and catch a glimpse of my lover. But all I see is the retreating back of a trenchcoat. I watch him reach the back of the train car and slowly turn around. His eyes lock onto mine and we stand for a moment, alone but for the two of us. We are locked into this time and it feels like minutes tick by. Then he smiles briefly and turns away, melting into the doorway and disappearing into the next car. I am carried by the other commuters from the train car and out onto the subway platform.

I stand there as the train pulls away and I catch a glimpse of him looking at me from another car, his hands pressed to the glass. He watches me for as long as he can, until the car rounds the curve and is sucked into the tunnel. I turn and walk home, my cunt sore and well-used, with a tiny smile playing about my mouth.



Blackout



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Blackout

by Stephanie Rose

(Two multicultural beauties create sparks during a citywide power outage.)

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"Ooooh! Hot and sexy. Just like I like it!"

Stacy Reynolds smiled as she sat at her computer typing her first lesbian erotic novel, Carnal Passions. Her deadline, just days away, loomed in her head.

As she read the last paragraph, she noticed that it wasn't flowing as well as she would have liked. She sat back, picked up her pen and tapped it against her temple, deep in thought.

However, the sweat beading on her mocha-colored skin distracted her from reading the words she'd just typed.

"Man, it's hot in here," she said, fanning herself, as she quickly saved the last hour of work she'd just completed. The once warm summer was now a hot, muggy mess as the Atlanta temperature rose into the triple digits. 

The window next to her desk was open, but no breeze flowed through. As such, her tiny apartment was nearly smoldering with the intense heat. It was Saturday night, just after 9pm, and the nighttime air was thick and hot.

Stacy kept fanning herself, desperately needing a relief from the rising temperatures.

Her mocha skin glistened as she got hotter and hotter. Her long, dark braids were pulled into a thick ponytail and a few tendrils had escaped, creating a beautiful frame around her pretty face. However, the heat, coupled with her sweat, made the tendrils stick to her face and neck. 

To beat the heat, she skipped a bra and panties and just wore a light tank top and tiny shorts. The scant material displayed her dark, toned limbs perfectly. Her full breasts strained against the thin material, and the imprint from her dark, rigid nipples could clearly be seen. She had an hourglass figure, made up of a trim waist that sloped deliciously into rounded hips and curvy thighs. 

Because she was a budding novelist, she spent a lot of time seated at her desk. As such, she worked out as often as she could to keep herself in shape. She'd even planned to pop in an exercise DVD a bit later. However, all thoughts of working out left her as multiple beads of sweat dotted her skin.

"I need something to drink," she sighed as she rose and headed to her kitchen to peek in the refrigerator. She scanned it quickly, spying everything from the fruits and vegetables, to the Chinese takeout she ordered earlier. Then she spotted the bottles of apple juice on the lower shelf.

"Here we go," she said as she grabbed a bottle, opened it and took a long swig. "Mmmm. Delish."

Then she glanced over to her open bedroom door and looked at the neatly made-up, but empty bed inside.

"This juice is good, but what I really need is that Latin hottie down the hall, Arianna."

Arianna Santiago was a 5'9" beauty with long, silky chestnut-brown tresses that reached down to the middle of her back. Her smooth buttermilk skin, a perfect complement to Stacy's dark complexion, her warm expressive eyes and pouty lips framing a bright smile gave Stacy a delicious tingle every time they met. Sometimes Stacy caught her in a pair of shorts and she was forever amazed at Arianna's long, luscious legs. 

Stacy's heart beat faster at the thought of the Spanish beauty. They'd only spoken briefly, mostly while waiting in the hallway for the elevator. However, Stacy was so fascinated with Arianna's accent that she often asked more questions than necessary just to hear more of her romantic dialect.

As Stacy took another sip of juice, she chuckled. "If Arianna were here right now, she'd only bring my temperature up, not down." She shook her head at her attraction to the Spanish beauty. "I normally don't do one-night stands, but in her case, I'd definitely make an exception!"

She sipped her drink as she stood in front of the open refrigerator door, enjoying its coolness. Then all of a sudden, the refrigerator motor cut off.

Then all the lights went out.

"What the hell?"

She set her juice on the counter and felt her way into the living room. "I paid that electric bill last week, didn't I?"

She carefully made her way over to the window and looked outside. She quickly saw that all the streetlights on her block were out, as were the neon lights on the grocery store across the street.

"What is this? A blackout?"

She went to her desk and felt around until she found her cell phone. Opening it, she was grateful for the small ray of light from the display.

"Ok. First things first. Do I have a flashlight?"

She used the light from the cell phone to look inside the desk drawers. After a minute of searching, she pulled out a pink penlight attached to a long cord. She smiled when she saw the rainbow embossed on the front.

"Yes!" she exclaimed as she clicked it on. "Thank goodness I went to the Gay Pride parade last weekend!" she giggled as she shined the thin beam of light around the apartment. "Pride parade swag always comes in handy!" 

She used the tiny penlight to light her way around as she looked for the power company bill. Finding it, and seeing that she had, in fact, marked it paid, she sighed. "Well, at least let me call them and report that my lights are out."

A few minutes later, she'd used their automated service to report the outage. The recorded message said that the power would be restored in approximately ten hours.

She sighed again. "Saturday night and it's bad enough that I'm at home working. Now it's a blackout. Some luck."

She sat at her desk for a few moments, staring out the window at the groups of people that began to congregate on the street below.

"Even though it's dark outside, at least they're not alone," she mused, as she put her elbows on the desk and rested her chin in her hands. "Not like me," she said as a wave of loneliness gripped her and made her heart sink.

Suddenly, she thought she heard voices in the hallway, and she immediately grew nervous. She'd only lived in this building a matter of months so she didn't quite know all her neighbors yet.

"I hate being here by myself," she muttered as she used the penlight to guide her way to the front door. "Especially in a power outage." She leaned against the doorjamb, straining to listen to the voices outside. 

Then she thought she heard a familiar voice. A light, feminine voice with a distinct Spanish accent.

"Is that–" Stacy opened the door a crack and peered into the darkness. Then she heard the voice again.

"Is everyone else's power out too?" the voice asked.

A wide grin broke out over Stacy's face. "That's Arianna," she whispered. She opened the door a bit wider. "Yes!" she called out. "My power's out too."

"Who's that?" the voice asked.

"It's Stacy. From down the hall." 

"Hi. It's me, Arianna."

"I thought that was you," Stacy chuckled.

"Hold on," Arianna said. "I'm on my way down there."

A few seconds later, a bright light moved toward Stacy. Then the light shined in her eyes and nearly blinded her.

"It is you," Arianna laughed.

Stacy held her hands up to block the light. "Yes, it's me. But I think I may be blind now," she laughed.

"Oops. Sorry," Arianna said as she moved the light down. Then she shined it on her own face. "See. It's really me. Can't be too careful when it's dark like this."

Stacy saw that Arianna wore a loose T-shirt with a pair of skimpy shorts. Stacy's heart began to pound as she got a glimpse of Arianna's deliciously long legs.

"Oh, you're fine. But thank goodness you have a flashlight, a big one," Stacy said as she grabbed Arianna's arm and pulled her into the darkened apartment and closed the door.

"Yeah. I always keep one in my place, along with fresh batteries. And I always have candles and matches too."

Stacy smiled. "You're a regular Girl Scout, aren't you?"

"Hey, I always come prepared."

Then Arianna's stomach grumbled loudly. "Too bad I don't have any food," she laughed. "I meant to go to the store earlier."

"Oh, I've got that covered," Stacy said. "Seeing as how you've brought the light, I've got some Chinese takeout that I ordered earlier. I haven't eaten any of it yet. I have some cold bottles of apple juice too. Does that sound good?"

"Actually, it sounds like we were made for each other," Arianna teased.

Stacy was grateful that her blush wasn't visible in the dark.

~~~

Thirty minutes later, the two women, seated next to each other on Stacy's couch, got better acquainted over a cold, yet delicious meal by candlelight. 

Arianna had gone back to her apartment, grabbed her candles and matches and set up the living room while Stacy prepared their plates and their drinks. Arianna had then turned her flashlight on its end and sat it on the coffee table so that more light illuminated the small space. 

As they chatted, they discovered that they both were twenty-six and had moved into the building at the same time, almost four months ago. Further, Stacy was a native Georgian while Arianna was a transplant from New York City.

Arianna entertained Stacy with stories about her life in the Big Apple. She was a successful graphic designer, after having been an art major in college. After graduation, she worked for a major design company for a few years. However, six months ago, needing a change, she decided to start her own company. Finding that Atlanta was the home for several entertainment companies, she moved into entertainment design work, relocated to Atlanta, quickly formed her own company and was already quite successful. 

Arianna also told animated tales of her large, Puerto Rican family and the traditions they held while she still lived in New York. In turn, Stacy spoke about her African-American family, and how several generations were born and raised, and many still lived, in Georgia. 

They found that their families had several things in common, such as traditional Sunday dinners and spirited family reunions.

As she listened, Stacy found herself inexplicably drawn to the Latin beauty. She loved listening to Arianna's accent, and, again, asked more questions than may have been polite just to hear more of it.

Eventually the conversation lulled. As it did so, Arianna noticed the rainbow penlight that was now hanging around Stacy's neck. 

"Oh by the way, where did you get that penlight?" Arianna asked. "It's cute."

Stacy paused. Then she decided to be honest about herself. "At the Gay Pride parade last weekend," she said casually.

"You were there too?" Arianna asked. "I didn't see you there! I hate that I missed you."

Stacy gulped. She was at the parade? Is she–? Stacy shook her head. First of all, Arianna probably wasn't even gay. Second, even if she were, she'd never be interested in a plain girl like herself. Suddenly nervous, Stacy decided to play it cool.

"No big deal. Anyway, have you had enough to eat?" Stacy said as she changed the subject. "There's plenty more."

Arianna looked at her curiously, but the darkened room hid the expression on her face. "No, I'm full. But let me throw these paper plates away." 

Arianna leaned in and slowly lifted the penlight from around Stacy's neck, gently stroking her soft skin in the process. Then she collected the trash and used the penlight to find her way into the kitchen. 

As Stacy sat there, her body tingled from Arianna's touch. Her temperature began to rise even more at being around such a warm, lovely woman.

"Thanks for the meal," Arianna called out from the kitchen. "Chinese is my favorite." She cleaned up a bit, then walked into the living room and sat back down on the couch next to Stacy. "Anyway, what were you doing when the power went out?" Arianna asked.

Stacy hesitated. "Um...just some work on the computer. Nothing important."

"Oh my," Arianna said. "I hope you didn't lose anything when the power went off?"

Stacy panicked for a second, then she calmed down. "No. Thankfully, I'd just saved everything. But what about you? What were you doing?"

Arianna stood up and stretched. "I should have been working on this new design project, but I was actually lying on the couch watching TV. I had the air conditioning on and it was sooo comfortable!" She glanced out the window as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "This heat is killing me."

"You have air conditioning?" Stacy asked incredulously. "Wow. I must be broke. I can't even afford a paper church fan."

Arianna laughed as she sat back down on the couch, noticeably closer to Stacy. "I'm kinda fortunate. But I'm sure you're ok too. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a writer. Well, an aspiring writer." Stacy blushed. "Actually, more of a starving artist."

"I'm impressed," Arianna smiled. "What are you working on?"

Stacy paused, then decided to tell the truth. "My first novel."

"Congrats! What's it about?"

Taking a look at Arianna's smooth legs again, Stacy decided to risk it all. "It's about lesbians. It's a lesbian novel. An erotic lesbian novel."

"Interesting," Arianna said as she moved in even closer. "But this is the second time you've mentioned something about gay pride or lesbians. You must not know, do you?"

Stacy was confused. "Know what?"

"Know that I've been watching you, Chica. For a few weeks now."

"Me?" Stacy squeaked.

"Yes, you. I used to see you down in the courtyard typing on your laptop like crazy. I could see you from my window. You were so cute! Especially when you used to tap the end of your pen against your temple, like you were deep in thought. You looked adorable!"

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Arianna laughed. "And I used to see you at the coffeehouse up the block too."

"Really?" Stacy blanched at her one-word answers, but the thought of her crush crushing on her too was almost too much to bear.

"But let me ask you something," Arianna said as she reached out to stroke a lock of Stacy's hair that had escaped from her ponytail. 

Stacy held her breath. "Yes?"

"Why are you single?"

"Who said I'm single," Stacy stuttered. She was flustered as her heart beat out of control. "I could have somebody."

"You don't," Arianna said boldly as she twirled Stacy's hair in her fingers. "So I ask you again: Why are you single?"

"I...I..."

As the moonlight streamed through the open window, Arianna leaned in close. "Mi amor?" she asked as her lips hovered dangerously close to Stacy's.

Stacy paused for a second, then decided to throw all caution to the wind. "Te quiero," she whispered as she pressed her lips to Arianna's.

Stacy's mind began to swirl as they kissed. Their kisses were tender and gentle at first. Then, as their passion increased, they became much more intense.

Emboldened by their mutual passions, Stacy made her move. "Arianna, come with me," she said as she rose from the couch. She took Arianna's hand and led her to the bedroom.

Arianna felt her way to the bed, then sat on the edge. "I need you, Stacy," she whispered as she pulled Stacy in between her open legs. "I've dreamt of this moment so many times!"

She lifted Stacy's tank top and the light from one of the bedroom windows shined on Stacy's body, giving her dark skin an erotic glow.

Arianna admired Stacy's rounded breasts, her smooth stomach and her tantalizingly dark skin. She leaned forward and lightly kissed Stacy's heated flesh.

"Ooooh," Stacy moaned as Arianna took soft, gentle nips at her skin. 

Arianna wrapped her arms around Stacy's waist and pulled her in even closer. Then she hungrily licked and sucked the warm flesh, licking the sweet skin until Stacy wriggled in her grasp.

"You taste so good, baby," Arianna moaned against Stacy's skin. "Delicioso."

Stacy threw her head back and enjoyed the erotic sensations coursing through her body. Arianna's oral ministrations lit a blaze in her and she needed to have it quenched as soon as possible.

Stacy wiggled herself out of Arianna's tight grip, laid down on the bed and pulled Arianna up and into a heated embrace. "I want you so bad," Stacy said. She pressed her lips to Arianna's and sighed at the passionate feelings that raced through her.

As they kissed, the moonlight streamed through the windows and illuminated their intertwined bodies. They quickly undressed, then went back to stroking and caressing each other.

Arianna gently licked and nipped at Stacy's lips until Stacy squealed in delight. Then Arianna moved lower, desperate to taste the full, rounded breasts and hardened nipples she'd gotten a glimpse of seconds ago.

Stacy shivered as Arianna leaned in close and blew gentle breaths on her heated skin. Arianna's deliberate teasing threatened to send Stacy over the edge. 

Then Arianna drew Stacy's taut nipple into her mouth. She rolled the hardened peak between her lips and moaned softly. Then Arianna opened her mouth wider and sucked on the rigid nipple even harder.

"Ooooh!" Stacy cried. "Oh, Arianna! Yessss!"

Arianna continued her oral assault on Stacy's full breasts. She licked the dark skin until it glistened as she palmed the soft, supple flesh in her hands. She rolled Stacy's nipples between her fingers, then she licked the firm peaks until Stacy's sweet taste was firmly imprinted in her consciousness.

Then Arianna got on her knees and turned until she faced Stacy's feet. She continued kissing Stacy's breasts but soon needed so much more. She started trailing hot kisses downward, covering Stacy's smooth stomach and slender waist. She licked and kissed lower and lower until she was just above Stacy's soft, hairless mound. As Stacy spread her legs, her scent was warm and sweet and it drove Arianna wild with raw, unbridled passion.

Meanwhile, as Arianna knelt, her full, rounded ass was directly in Stacy's view. Needing much more herself, Stacy used her hand to rub and caress Arianna's smooth hips and thighs. She gripped Arianna's ass, loving the feel of the soft, pliant flesh. When Arianna spread her knees apart, Stacy got bolder and swirled her finger around Arianna's taut rosebud. Then she rubbed lower until she felt hot, slippery juices flowing from Arianna's erotic core.

"Yesss, Stacy," Arianna moaned. "Do that, baby!"

Excited by Stacy's forwardness, Arianna couldn't wait any longer. Positioned right at Stacy's jewel, she bent her head down and slid her tongue deep into Stacy's wet pussy. "Mmmm," Arianna moaned as the honeyed taste registered in her brain. Her long, dark hair cascaded over Stacy's thighs as she devoured the sugary wetness that lay within.

"Ahhhh," Stacy sighed as her mind burst into a million pieces. "Arianna, yes!"

As Arianna drank the delicious juices that flowed freely into her mouth, her hands were busy too. She used her fingers to spread Stacy's pussy lips open to get at more of her rosy pink gem.

Stacy, while in the throes of her own passion, desperately needed Arianna's erotic nectar as well. She pulled on Arianna's legs until they moved into place on either side of her head. Settled into an erotic sixty-nine, they lapped at each other's pussies with a vengeance, tasting and teasing each other into a carnal bliss.

"Oh yes," Stacy moaned into Arianna's wetness. "You're so sweet, baby!" she said as she licked and sucked Arianna's pink jewel and plump nether lips as Arianna wriggled over her.

"Ohhh," Arianna groaned as she hunkered down over Stacy's undulating form. "Stacy! That feels amazing! Don't stop, honey!"

Stacy had no intentions of stopping as she drank more of Arianna's honey. She took long licks from Arianna's firm ass to her wet, juicy pussy. Stacy's mind was in a state of complete bliss at how delicious Arianna tasted. She continued the long licks until Arianna began to tremble.

Arianna, sensing her impending climax, licked harder and faster to make Stacy explode at the same time. She used her fingers to spread Stacy's pussy even wider and attacked her clit with a vengeance.




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"Oh, oh, oh!" Stacy screamed. "Now, baby! Now!"

Unable to wait any longer, Arianna's entire body tensed up, then she cried out. "I'm cumming, Stacy! Cum with me baby! Cum with me now!"

The two women burst into orgasmic ecstasy together, each one straining against the other to extract more of the delicious pleasure they were sharing. Together, they tumbled into a cavern of sheer delight at the orgasms that were racking their bodies. They held on to each other tightly as they rode the delicious waves of rapturous enjoyment.

After several long passionate moments, their movements finally began to slow down and eventually stopped. Arianna lifted herself off of Stacy, then collapsed on the bed next to her. Stacy immediately wrapped her arms around Arianna and put her head on Arianna's chest. She felt Arianna's heartbeat racing and she smiled. 

Once her breathing returned to normal, Arianna sat up and nuzzled her face in Stacy's neck as she gently twirled Stacy's braids around her fingers. "Are you ok?" Arianna asked.

Stacy sighed as she moved even closer. " I'm wonderful, baby." Then she was quiet.

"What are you thinking, Chica?" Arianna whispered. "Is everything ok?"

"The truth?"

"Yeah," Arianna said.

Stacy grinned. "I'm thinking that I hope these lights stay off for a while!"



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Blackout



Everything went pitch black. I stopped tossing the salad and waited for a moment, thinking the power would flicker back on at any moment. It didn't. I rested my hands on the edge of the kitchen counter and tried to remember the layout of the rooms I had walked through. 

I had decided at the last minute to accompany a friend to small party. There were about a dozen people gathered in the backyard. I didn't know any of them. But in the first few minutes after I arrived, I felt very comfortable and was glad I'd decided to come. I was helping with the food when everything went black. The power must have gone out in the whole block because there was absolutely no light coming from outside. It was completely dark and very disorienting.

As I was trying to decide what to do, I heard someone walk up behind me. Before I even had time to be afraid, their body was pressed up against mine. I felt a hard, flat chest at my back; slow, tender hands on my waist and a rigid erection pressing into my ass. I wasn't scared, but irresistibly aroused.

We stood there in the dark for a few moments and I tried to remember the guys I'd met when I arrived. There was a very good-looking one with dark curly hair and another with a killer smile and green eyes. I couldn't recall their names. I had spent a few minutes talking to a guy named Jim who was clearly very intelligent and yet very easy to talk to. He was a little nerdy, but in a cute way. I tried to remember if there were any other guys present, but the one currently driving me to distraction started to move his hands and I couldn't think about anything else.

He pressed his hips more tightly against me and I couldn't help but move my ass against his cock. He ran his hands up my stomach and took a breast in each one. Slowly kneading and rubbing. I was becoming increasingly wetter by the second. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and I turned my head to find his mouth. He met me halfway with a kiss so intense I had to brace myself against the counter to stay upright. 

Then his hands began to move slowly downward. I wanted to make his go faster, but I was afraid if I spoke, somehow I'd ruin it. So I let him dance his fingers over my belly and waistline. He moved lower, brushing softly against my clit. I couldn't stand the barrier of my jeans and I hastily unbuttoned them. He took the hint and plunged a hand inside my panties. He rubbed my clit lightly, teasing it. I moaned and leaned back against him with abandon. He pinned my against the counter and continued. He briefly dipped his fingers into my juices and brought them back up to my clit. I moved my hips back and forth against him. He then pushed a finger inside of me, so slowly I nearly cried out. Then a second finger. I couldn't wait any longer. 

I pulled my pant and panties down in one swift motion. He quickly did the same. I felt his hot cock against my naked ass and moaned again. I bent over the counter, opening my aching pussy to him. I felt his erection at my entrance and I pushed back to take it inside of me. When he awfully s sheathed in my wet pussy, he continued to use his fingers on my clit. I thought I would faint with pleasure. He moved inside of me, pumping in and out.

He began to thrust deeper and faster, at the same time rubbing my clit more and more frantically. I felt the mounting pressure in my whole body, I was shaking. I lost control and cried out, he continued to drive his cock into me faster and faster and then he came. He didn't make a noise. He just wrapped his arms around me and sighed. A moment later he was gone. 

I pulled up my pants and tried to figure out what just happened. My eyes suddenly stung as light flooded the house again. I looked around me, I was alone in the kitchen. Outside I could hear people talking and laughing. 

I stepped outside with the salad and looked around. No one seemed to be acting strangely. I spent the rest of the evening having a good time, and wondering. But none of the guys gave me any clues that they might be my secret lover.



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I made my way through the pitch-dark streets, using my pocket torch to light the way. It was 1942, and the blackout was rigorously enforced.

I was stationed at the barracks on the other side of town, and I should have been on duty, but Ginger Williams, a mate of mine, wanted to swop passes with me -- his sister was getting married at the weekend, and he'd fixed it with the Duty Officer, and I had no objection.

I was nearing home -- Mum would be surprised to see me, but Ginger had fiddled some extra rations from the cookhouse, which I knew she'd welcome.

It was a cloudy, moonless night, and I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. The few cars on the road all had hooded headlights, and the odd pedestrians I passed were, like me, groping their way along with the help of their torches.

Torches had another use, though: the prostitutes would hitch up their skirts and shine their torches on their bare legs to advertise their wares ... there weren't many of them around tonight, but suddenly a pair of legs flashed into view, and a husky voice said 'Fancy a good time, darlin'?'

I hesitated -- I hadn't had a woman for a while now, and she'd hiked her skirt almost the tops of her thighs, and her bare legs looked very appealing.

'How much?'

The voice named her price, and I laughed sadly.

'Sorry, dear -- that's more than I can afford,' and I started to turn away.

'Hang on, darlin'! I'll do it for ten bob -- I -- I need it real badly!'

Ten shillings still made quite a hole in my pay packet, but the woman groped for my hand and put it on her breast. It felt soft and yielding, and I squeezed it, feeling my cock starting to stiffen.

'That's just a sample, darlin' -- do me, please! You won't be disappointed, I promise!'

I made up my mind quickly, still fondling her breast. 'OK -- where do we go?'

'Well, the park's quite a long way away -- we could go round the corner and do it in a doorway,' she said, and I felt her hand on my cock through my trousers.

'Right -- let's try the doorway,' I said, and she squeezed my cock before taking my hand and leading me to where she wanted to go.

'It's all right here -- nobody comes this way,' she breathed. 'I come here a lot.'

She fumbled with the buttons of my battledress trousers, and struggled to get my stiff cock out. 'You feel lovely, darlin',' she whispered. 'Here -- let me put this on!'

I felt her deft fingers rolling a Durex on me, easing it down, and then fondling my balls.

'Feel me!' she whispered.

I I pulled her skirt up and put my hand between her legs. She was very wet, and I fondled her cunt, rubbing it with the palm of my hand, and then slipping two fingers deep into her vagina, and she gasped.

'I don't normally let clients kiss me, but you can, darlin'! -- I want a man to kiss me, and feel his 'ands on me, and -- fuck me!'

I kissed her, and she responded eagerly, and I pushed my tongue in her mouth as I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, slipping my hand inside and pushing my fingers inside her bra to ease her breast out of its cup. Her breast felt wonderful, soft and warm, and I fondled it, playing with her stiffening nipple, and then I lowered my head to kiss it. I gently tugged at her nipple with my teeth, sucking it as I put my hand between her legs again ...

She swayed against me, kissing me feverishly when I raised my head, and she squeezed my cock, rubbing it briefly, and then she hauled her skirt up and wrapped one leg around me.

'Put it in me, darlin'!' she said, and I could hear her breath rasping in her throat.

A car drove slowly by, and in the dim glow of its hooded headlights her bare leg gleamed softly for a moment, and I slid my hand up it from her ankle, over her calf and her soft thigh, until I gripped her bare bottom, pulling her against me as I guided my cock into her.

The woman gasped. 'Ooh, that feels lovely!'

I eased my cock back and then pushed it in her, and she threw her arm round my neck and kissed me wildly.

'Don't hurry, darlin' -- make it last!' she panted.

I fucked her slowly, gripping her bottom with one hand while I put the other one back inside her blouse to fondle her bare breast, and she squirmed against me.

I fucked her steadily for several minutes, feeling her excitement mounting, and then she shuddered. 'Now, darlin'! Finish me!'

I started to fuck her harder, and she rammed herself against me, meeting me as I slammed my cock into her repeatedly, until finally she gave a muffled scream as I exploded, feeling my semen spurting uncontrollably, and then she sagged against me, sobbing, gasping for breath.

I think she would have slipped to the ground if I hadn't been holding her, and she clung to me, digging her fingers into my arms as she kissed me frantically, making little choking noises in her throat, and then a door opened across the street, and in the momentary ray of light I saw the woman's face, and I froze.

'Mum ...' I croaked weakly.

'Oh, Christ,' she whispered.

I was still holding her bare thigh up around my hip, and I released it to let her leg slide slowly down as I supported her with my other arm round her. She was still shuddering violently, and I felt her sliding the Durex off my cock.

Neither of us said anything, and I pushed my cock back inside my trousers and did up the buttons, still able to hear her panting for breath.

We just stood there, and then I said 'I don't know about you, Mum, but need a drink. I think there's a pub along here somewhere.'

She took a deep breath. 'I could do with one too -- I need something ...'

We found the pub, walking in silence, both of us preoccupied with our thoughts. I pushed aside the heavy blackout curtain, and we went inside.

The pub was crowded, full of servicemen of all nations, with their girlfriends -- some of them may have been wives, but I doubted if anyone other than me were with their mothers ...

I ordered a pint of weak wartime beer, and by some miracle they had gin, and I ordered a double for Mum. There were no free tables, but we found a shelf against the wall we could stand. Next to us were a bunch of Polish soldiers, and I thought we'd be able to speak freely without anyone understanding.

Mum took a long sip of her drink, staring at me, her eyes brimming with tears.

'I -- I don't know what to say, dear,' she said.

I squeezed her hand. 'You don't need to say anything, Mum.'

She held onto my hand, and I couldn't help thinking this was the hand that had just rubbed my cock ...

'No -- I want to tell you everything, and try to make you understand,' she said urgently.

She took another mouthful of gin.

'When your Dad was called up into the army, I -- I was terribly -- frustrated. He used to -- give me what I needed ...'

'I know, Mum -- that wall between your bedroom and mine is paper-thin, and I could hear you ...'

She looked at me uncertainly for a moment. 'I -- I was unfaithful to him a couple of times -- I couldn't help it ... waiting for him to come home on leave ...and then when he was taken prisoner last year I -- I nearly went mad. Then I went to a dance at the Town Hall, and met this man ... we danced, and he felt my tits and kissed me, and we went outside, and he fucked me up against a tree ... I was afraid of picking up men at the dance in case someone who knew me saw me, and it was safer to -- go on the street.'

Mum stared at me, watching my reaction, and I squeezed her hand again. 'It's OK, Mum,' I said encouragingly, and she smiled gratefully.

We were standing on the way to the toilets, and as people passed by they forced me against her, and Mum's eyes widened. 'You're -- you're still hard, darlin'!'

'Do you mind, Mum?'

'No -- no -- but let me finish ...'

'Wait while I get us another couple of drinks,' I said, and we emptied our glasses and I went up to the bar.

I studied her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Her lipstick was smudged, and I looked at her bare legs, remembering how they'd gleamed when she hoisted her skirt to the tops of her thighs and shone her torch on them ... I could hardly believe I'd been between them, fucking her ... she had a good figure, and she got a lot of glances from men around, and then I took our drinks back to her.

'I was just thinking of the way you kissed me,' she whispered. 'It was special -- as if I knew it was you ...'

I pressed myself against her and kissed her lightly, and she pushed back against me.

'Wait, dear -- let me finish telling you ... I've been going out every two or three weeks, when I can't wait any longer ... sometimes there are three or four men in one night, and I've got a couple of regulars, but tonight -- you were the first ...'

She drank some gin and took a deep breath. 'Your Dad wrote to me, asking for a photo of me naked ... I went to that photographers in the High Street and said my husband wanted a picture of me with nothing on ... he took several snaps of me, and I didn't have to pay for them, and I got a good fucking in the bargain ... but it made it worse, somehow, thinking of your Dad wanking, looking at that photo.'

'I'd like a picture of you like that if you've got one, Mum.'

Mum looked at me in surprise. 'I -- I thought you'd be disgusted with me, darlin',' she whispered.

I put my hand inside her coat -- her blouse was still unbuttoned, and I touched my mother's breast, slipping my fingers into her bra.

'I couldn't be disgusted with you, Mum. I've wanked hundreds of times thinking about you. I used to hear your bed creaking, and you moaning, and Dad grunting, thinking about you naked, and imagining what he was doing to you ... if the wall hadn't been there, I could have reached out and touched you ...'

She touched my face. 'I wondered, sometimes, seeing the way you looked at me. It gave me a nice thrill! But let go of me for a minute -- I'm just going to powder my nose, dear. Shan't be a tick!'

I drank my beer, remembering how it felt fucking her ...'

Then she was back, squeezing herself between me and the wall. 'There! I wasn't long, was I, darlin'?'

She pressed herself even closer to me. 'Put your hand back where it was, dear ...'

I slipped my hand back inside her coat and her blouse, and discovered that she'd taken her bra off, and I caught my breath as I fondled her naked breast.

She sighed, and slid her hand down to squeeze my cock.

'It felt nice before, in the street, but it feels even better now, knowing it's you doing it!'

We stared at each other for a long moment, and then she giggled. 'I'll go back to the photographer tomorrow and get you a photo -- but I wonder what I'll have to do to get it!'

She put her hand in her coat pocket, and withdrew it, holding something. She opened her hand, and I saw that she'd knotted the Durex we'd used. 'I was keepin'it as a souvenir,' she whispered, and kissed it.

'There's plenty more where that came from, Mum,' I said.

'Let's go home, darlin',' she said, and I reluctantly withdrew my hand after giving her breast one last squeeze.

Outside in the street I took her in my arms and kissed her, pushing her back against the wall. I put my hand up under her skirt and felt her -- she was dripping wet, and she squirmed against me.

'Stop it! Or I'll make you fuck me here and now! That's if I don't go down on my knees and suck you!'

Somehow we got home. We went straight up to her bedroom -- she'd already shrugged off her coat, and I undressed her quickly. It didn't take long -- just her blouse and skirt, and then my mother was naked for me.

She sat on the edge of the bed and watched me as I tore off my clothes, and she leaned forward and kissed my cock.

'I want it so bad again, darlin',' she whispered, pulling me down on the bed beside her.

But suddenly I was in no hurry -- I started to kiss her beautiful body, her neck, her throat, her breasts, her belly, and then her thighs, working my way down to her feet and then up again, and she parted her legs and I went to work on her with my mouth.

I think she was already on the verge of an orgasm, because she started to moan as soon as I pushed my tongue into her -- I found her clitoris, licking and sucking it, sucking the lips of her vulva, and soon she was shuddering.

But I'd only just started -- my mouth worked its way up her trembling body, and I kissed her as I put my cock in her. She was sobbing as I fucked her, and then fucked her again. Her body was soaked with perspiration, and her hair was plastered over her forehead as she bucked beneath me, and she screamed the second time I erupted inside her ...

'Keep fuckin' me, my dearest -- fuck my mouth, and my tits, and if you want to you can fuck my bottom ...'

I wanted to -- I fucked her from behind, reaching under her body to grip her heavy hanging breasts, fingering her between her legs as I buggered her ...

I had ten years of wanting her to make up for, and I wasn't going to waste any time. I don't know how many times I fucked her, until at last we fell asleep, exhausted.

I had to leave early in the morning, and I was up and shaved before it was light. Mum was still asleep, and I looked down at her naked body, wanting to imprint every detail on my memory.

I bent and kissed her breasts, and she woke up groggily as I kissed her mouth.

'I've got to go, Mum -- but I've got some leave coming, and we can pick up where we left off ...'

'Soon, please, darlin' -- but I can't promise I'll wait for you and be faithful ...'

I grinned, and squeezed her breast. 'Starting with that photographer today! I don't mind, Mum, as long as you leave some for me!'

We put our arms round each other, and holding her naked body I almost succumbed to temptation and fucked her again, but I reluctantly broke away and made for the door.

'Wait a minute, darlin'!' she cried. ''You haven't given me that ten bob for the first fuck yet!'



Blackout



And she saw him sitting there, just a few barstools away from her, sipping on scotch-on-the-rocks as the piano man played a soft tune in the lounge of the luxury hotel. Karen had been watching this man ever since the night she checked in. The man she had her eyes on was a young-looking guy, he looked about ten years her junior. He had short dark hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen. All day she had watched him and fantasized about this young good-looking man. 

At another time, she would have never looked his way. Karen was once a happily married woman to her husband for ten years, until she caught him having an affair with his colleague at work. Now that she was happily divorce, reliving the single life had become the greatest challenge to her. She could just go and say hi to anyone, but she felt she had too much grace for that. She really wanted to know this man who sat a few bar stools away, but couldn't figure out what to say to him.

Since the moment she checked in at the luxury hotel, she had set her eyes on this man from the moment he stood in line of the reservations desk. Her first time alone with him was at the pool and spa on the fifth floor.

She wondered why a young, attractive-looking man would come check in at a hotel alone. Every woman that passed by him he ignored. At first, she thought he was gay, but apparently wasn't. There was no male company beside him, nor one that ever approached him. That thought stayed in the back of her head, why did he come here alone?

Karen's story of coming here alone was to celebrate her divorce. She was interested to get to know him, but never worked a nerve to say hi, until she saw him sitting alone at the bar in the piano lounge. He displayed an expression of grief or sadness. Whatever it may be, she had to ask if he was okay.

Karen moved a couple of seats down, carrying her cosmopolitan drink with her and sat next to him to say hi. She hoped to get to know what his problem was and hope she could be any help to him. After all, she was attracted to him. 

The young man didn't pour out his feelings too easily, but he didn't push her away. He held in his sorrow and explained that his wife had passed away a couple of months ago and now he is learning how to start his life without her. He told her that for the first time in months he had gone somewhere, but being able to enjoy it alone wasn't fun for him.

Karen really sympathized with the man. She checked in her hotel suite to stay for a couple of days, and having to enjoy it alone really sucked. She explained to him about her lonely situation. However, she hoped she wasn't being inappropriate about celebrating her divorce, but he was laughing about treatment her ex-husband deserved. The two later changed their subjects to keep their minds away from sorrow and break-ups, but overall they really enjoyed each other's company. 

The two took turns buying each other another round of drinks. By now, they were laughing and their night was set at bliss from all the alcohol in their system. They weren't drunk, but tipsy enough to enjoy their night together. When they offered to go somewhere else, other than staying in the lounge, Karen told him she needed to go to her room to get a better pair of shoes, because the ones she was wearing were hurting her feet.

The young man was a real gentleman, kindly escorting her to the elevator. Without even realizing it, when they stepped in the elevator he pushed the third floor button. Karen's room was located on the top floor. He apologized, realizing it was a force of habit, but as the elevator reach the third floor, the doors opened and everything went pitch dark in front of their eyes.

The two remained still as they tried to make sense of what was happening, but the emergency backup lights went on in the hallway and the two stepped out together. All access with the elevators were restricted. The doors closed behind them and returned to the ground floor for safety reasons.

The hallway was completely dark, but dimmed with emergency lighting. Whatever was going on was strange to say. Karen was a bit frightened, but at the same time she felt safe in the arms of the young man.

"Maybe pushing the third floor button was a good thing," he joked. "Besides, my room is not far."

"Then why don't we stay in your room until the lights come back on?" she suggested, resting her head on his arm.

"It's fine with me. I really enjoy talking to you," as he led her to his room just halfway down the hall.

Karen got a whiff of his cologne and immediately there was something turning her on. She just wanted to extend her tongue over to his neck and lick the fragrance of him. She realized it was the alcohol making her feel this way.

The young man stopped in front of his room, inserting his key card in the slot to get access of his room. Once he opened the door, his room was pitch-dark. The only thing illuminating his hotel room was light coming from the smoke detector. It was beeping, but for now it wasn't really any of their concern. 

They let the door close behind them and instantly they were holding each other intimately. 

The young man took appreciation of running his hand around her beautiful curves. She was no petite woman, but a classy-like, voluptuous woman with a body that made his cock grow hard under his pants. Even though the hotel room was entirely dark, their senses of touch, smell, and taste became their guide.

Karen, on the other hand, couldn't recall the last time she was being held. Definitely since her husband, but it had been years since she was held in a way like the young man did. She also felt his hardness pressing against her body, leaving a twinge building inside her body. She enjoyed the way his body felt in total darkness.

The young man whispered, "Ma'am, may I say you look very beautiful tonight?"

"Thank you," as she moved closer to give him a kiss.

Despite the darkness, the young man was able to sense her closeness of her face moving towards his. He moved closer, letting his mouth finding hers'. When their lips touched everything fell into play to their kiss. They explored each other's mouths as the young man moved his hand further down her back to caress her beautiful bottom. 

Karen held on to him close. Her heart had never beat with such desire. The way he kissed her made her feel like a young teenager coming home from a hot date. She was really enjoying the way he moved his tongue inside her mouth. The moisture began trickling down her panties as she thought of him inside her. 

Did it feel right for her to just go inside this young man's dark hotel room and immediately have sex with him, especially if she didn't know what his name was? The feeling in her body was yes, but her mind was telling her to first play it safe. She was willing to have him inside her, but not without protection.

"Oh baby," she said between her kisses. "I never got your na—"

His index fingers found her lips through the darkness as he placed it over them and whispered, "Shh! No names yet. Let's get this off our chest first and then get to know more about each other later."

She licked his finger, leaving the wetness of saliva to marinate it. Then she asked, "Do you have any protection?"

"Always, It's in my wallet."

Karen was very happy to hear that. She was fine not getting to know his name yet, but to have sex with a stranger she met without a condom was a big no-no. 

The young man reached behind his pants for his wallet to get his condom out. All through the darkness, he felt his shirt slowly getting unbuttoned and pulled down, while at the same time, his pants were getting unzipped by her. The feeling of her hand reaching down his shorts to feel his cock was making him groan, while his neck was being licked in dangling motions of her tongue. The feeling of her sensuality through the darkness has never made him feel harder for her. Once he managed to get his condom packet out of wallet, his pant fell to the floor and he quickly opened it with his teeth and held her hand, placing the lubed condom in her palm.

"Here, I want to feel you put it on," he whispered.

Nothing made her feel wetter than caressing a man's cock in the darkness, while putting on his condom. She carefully held the condom in her hand, hoping that she wouldn't lose it in the darkness. One wrong move, and it's lost somewhere on the floor. She was able to apply the condom on his shaft, without letting it slip off as she worked the condom over his hardened member with her sensuous touch. 

She whispered, "You feel huge. I wish I could see it."

She felt his breathing grow heavily as the sounds of his soft groans and the feeling of his hardness were making her panties drenched with madness of pleasure. She could feel his heat as she gently stroked his cock with her soft hands. 

He whispered, "Take off your clothes and let me feel your body."

Karen wrapped her arms around him for support as she was able to kick off her heels. She managed to take off her night dress as her body got caressed by the very hands that led her into his dark hotel room. Every touch he gave her caused her nipples to harden under her bra. 

His hands found its way to her busts and gently pinched her nipples through her bra. He then encircled his arms around her back, carefully unclasping her bra, at the same time kissing her passionately.

The room may have been dark, but thanks to the little green light from the smoke detector they were able to see where the bed was. The young man gently bended her backwards as he helped taking off her panties, when he raised her legs over.

His cock ached for the moment to be inside of her when he climbed on the bed, spreading her legs apart as she grabbed a hold of his member. If only the lights were on they could see the expressions on their faces, but the darkness gave them a different sense; just letting their animal instincts take over.

Karen pointed his member between her legs as she rubbed it up and down her fold, at the same time tickling her slit together.

The young man's excitement began to build as he felt his cock being rubbed against her clit. Her button was rubbing against its head of his shaft, and her body felt hungry for his push. She was willing to open her waters for him.

The two let out a gasp when he pushed inside her. He mounted on top of her and felt his way though her hair. They began kissing and gently overpowered each other's mouths with lust. Karen encircled her legs around his back as she felt his body pumping inside her. She really wanted him so much and was not willing to let him go. 

"Oh baby," she whimpered.

Karen was gasping out of pleasure as she moved her hand across his back, gently pressing her nails down. Their carnal desires were taking over and the pitch darkness heightened their senses of desire.

The young man rolled her over so she could be on top of him, but his cock suddenly slipped out of her. He felt her raise herself a little as her hands reached for his latexed member. When she guided it under her slit she slid down, engulfing it entirely as she against her hips against his body.

Karen was enjoying the deepness of his cock inside her pussy. She felt his hand touch her from her waist on down to her thighs. The way his hands moved around her lower body made her feel very erotic. She then felt his hands move around her tummy, on down to her pudenda and then upward to her beautiful large breast. She could feel his hands squeeze them firmly, while she moved her hips on his body.

Karen was screaming out of pleasure, her nipples remained super hard from his touch. She enjoyed the way he squeezed and pinched them. She couldn't deny the great feeling he gave her in the darkness. Sweat was slowly drenching her body as she bucked herself harder and faster on his cock.

The young man could feel her sweat on his chest. The sweat of her body left a cold-like perspiration on her tits, but every thrust she was meeting caused her tits to jiggle. If only he could see them bounce from the fucking, but he was able to hear her tits crash against her body as it turned him on even more. 

Then suddenly Karen leaned her body on top of his, letting her body get held by his manly strength. She felt her body being wrapped by his arms and his thrusts growing rapidly inside her. She felt compelled to share a ravenous kiss, but a sudden urge to touch herself stood in her mind. She raised herself up, gently pinning him down to the bed with one hand, while rubbing her clit with the other.

The young man couldn't thrust inside her much, but he enjoyed the feeling of her fingers touching his latexed shaft and her clit. At the same time, he felt her body humping all over his cock and that gave him more excitement. But with all the excitement, he worried that the condom holding well, because a sudden feeling was building from his balls and it was a matter of time he was ready to release himself.

"I'm cumming," he whispered. "Uh... I'm cumming!"

She could feel his hands gripping on her thighs. At the same time, an explosive feeling was building inside her body. She wanted to lose control. 

She leaned forward and grinded him uncontrollably as she whimpered out, "Oh god, I'm cumming too. Oh fucking cum –"

The young man held her close as he gave on last thrust inside her and filled his condom inside her body. His breathing grew ragged and harsh, but he evened out breathing once his orgasm passed.

Karen could feel his cock pulsating inside her pussy, but no cum; too bad. If only she had known him better, she would let him cum inside her without a condom, just so she could feel his juices hit inside her walls. But for now, she will have to play it safe.

She breathed over him, catching her breath and said, "You were amazing."

He replied, giving her a kiss, "So were you. I'm Jason and you are –"

She rolled off him and rested her head next to him, replying, "Karen."

"Karen," as he paused. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Karen, I really enjoyed your company and I'd like to get to know you more. Please say you're not going anywhere if the lights came on"

"Jason, I'm so glad we met. I'm not going anywhere either"

"If I could only see your beautiful face again, in the light."

"Me too" she replied. "Me too."

The two laid together in the darkness as they let the room get filled with the passionate smell of wonderful sex.

THE END



Blackout



We'd been watching some chick flick. I couldn't tell you the name of it: something with Sandra Bullock, though the probably doesn't narrow it down much. Chick flicks makes girls feel all cuddly, which is the only reason for them to exist.

My buddy Dean and I had been going out with a couple of roommates, Carrie and Beth, since the beginning of our sophomore year. And now here were on a nasty January night, me and Carrie snuggling in one oversized beanbag, and Dean and Beth in another (their third dorm-mate, Amy, was away on a ski weekend), watching Sandra Bullock sorting out her love life. Or at least the girls were watching: I was more interested in moving my hand onto Carrie's breast or her upper thigh as often as possible in the very dim light (and across the room I was sure Dean and Beth were doing the same).

Hey, it's not as if the girls minded: before we came over they'd cranked up the thermostat so they could wear t-shirts and shorts (Carrie wasn't wearing a bra; and as far as I could tell without staring, neither was Beth).

"Stop it," Carrie said, not at all meaning it, as I kissed her neck. We both knew that gets her hot. I was finding it very difficult to wait for the movie to end so we could go into Carrie's room and... you know.

And then the power went out: lights, television, everything. Not unheard-of during January snowstorms, of course.

This was total darkness: there wasn't even any light coming in from outside, because all the streetlights were out, and the storm was covering the moon and stars.

"The good news is," Carrie said, "I'm pretty sure Sandra gets the guy in the end."

"Well, so everything's okay then," I said.

"Guys," Beth said, "the bad news is, if the power's out, so's the heat, which means it's gonna get really cold in here really quickly."

"I think I can make it to the linen closet for the heavy blankets without killing myself," Carrie said. "But Beth, can you come with me so I don't kill myself if I trip over something?"

They left the room. As soon as they were out of earshot, Dean said in a loud whisper, "Alan, speaking of that..."

"Speaking of what?"

"Do you want to try something that'll get us killed if the girls ever find out?"

"Um..."

"Switch places with me."

It wasn't just the matter of the girls killing us if they found out: we were sort of serious about Carrie and Beth, and I wasn't sure how I felt about anybody, even my best friend, cuddling with my girlfriend.

Still, it would be kind of exciting, and at age 19 that was a good enough reason to try almost anything, and hopefully the girls would never know. And honestly, I planned to be with Carrie for the foreseeable future, and this might be my only chance to cuddle (or maybe make out with) another girl.

"Okay," I said, "but I swear to God, if the girls ever find out, I'll kill you before they get the chance to do it first."

"Deal," Dean said. We both got up and, slowly, managed somehow to make it to one another's beanbags.

We were barely settled in when the girls came back (though if we hadn't heard their footsteps on the hardwood floor, we'd never have known -- it was that dark).

Beth climbed onto the beanbag next to me, and threw the blanket over us. "Shhh," she said softly, and wrapped my arms around her, resting my hands on her breasts. I was right: no bra.

This was already getting more serious than we'd planned.

I was kind of conflicted: was I worried that Dean was doing the same thing to Carrie across the room, or hoping that he was so I wouldn't have to feel so guilty about it?

Guilty or not, I closed my fingers around her nipples and pinched them lightly. She responded by turning her head toward mine and kissing me, and then stroking my cock through my jeans.

I wondered how far she'd go with "Dean" while Carrie and "I" were in the same room. It was pitch dark, of course, and we were completely under the blanket, so maybe she thought it would only be mildly embarrassing if the lights suddenly came on.

Of course if the lights suddenly came on and she saw who was under the blanket with her, things would get pretty ugly. All the more reason, I thought, to move things along.

I slipped my right hand under her t-shirt and cupped her bare breast. When she didn't object, I lifted the shirt over her breasts and took both of them in my hands. I wished I could see them, but of course that could never be.

I heard a very faint moan coming from across the room, so I knew something was going on between Dean and Carrie; but before I could consider how I felt about that, I felt Beth squirming about and soon realized that she'd worked her shorts down her legs.

This had definitely gone way beyond anything we'd expected -- and was, apparently, about to go a lot further. I knew I should put a stop to it, but... based on what I was hearing from across the room, Dean was having no such attacks of conscience about Carrie.

And what could I say, anyway? "Beth, I'm Alan, and I've been kissing you and feeling you up without your knowledge or consent, but now we have to stop"?

So, resigning myself to an eternity in hell, I undid my jeans and pushed them down past my knees.

Beth climbed onto my lap and kissed me deeply, then shifted down closer to my knees so she could pull my underwear down enough to expose my cock.

I could feel her raising herself up a bit, and of course I couldn't see what she was doing, but apparently she was pulling the crotch of her panties to one side. She lowered herself onto my stiff cock, and I felt it sink deep into her pussy. "Shhh," she said again -- not that I had any intention of speaking -- and she began slowly bouncing on my cock. Beanbags are the not the quietest places to fuck, and I don't think Dean and Carrie could have had any doubt what we were doing. I was beyond worrying about how Dean felt about it; and this was all his idea to begin with, anyway.

I was fucking Beth. In the back of my mind, I guess I'd always wondered what it would be like, but of course I never thought it would happen.

I put my hands back on her breasts, which she seemed to like.

Oh, shit... I was about to cum, but I had no idea whether it was safe to cum in her. I'd never given that sort of thing a thought before, since Carrie was on the Pill before we'd even met -- but was Beth? Guys don't discuss their girl friends' birth control methods.

And I sure as hell couldn't ask her now, could I?

So praying for the best, I started cumming inside her: filling her with enough sperm, it felt, to conceive a small army.

She clasped her lips against mine, muffling out sounds as she started to cum as well.

About 30 seconds later, we heard similar noises from across the room, and I knew Dean had filled my girlfriend's pussy as well.

I wondered whether this was going to start bothering me later on. For now, though, I was catching my breath after fucking the hell out of Beth.

When Dean and Carrie were done, Beth pulled her shirt back down over her breasts, felt around on the floor for her shorts and put them back on, then headed for the bathroom. I could hear Carrie putting herself back together as well, and she followed Beth.

When they were out of the room, Dean said "You two did it too, huh?"

"Yeah," I said. "There was no way I could stop without, you know..."

"Sorry, Alan," Dean said. "Fucking stupid idea. Are we okay?"

"I guess. This definitely goes into the 'let's never speak of this again' bin, though."

"Bet your ass. And more importantly, the girls can never find out."

"No shit," I said.

We returned to our original beanbags, and tried to act innocent when the girls came back.

The Next Day

"Anything interesting happen while I was away?" Amy asked her roommates.

Carrie and Beth exchanged glances.

"What?" Amy asked.

"If you tell anybody about this, we're going to have to kill you," Carrie said.

"Seriously," Beth answered.

"Okay, fine, out with it."

"Well, you know there was a blackout here last night, right?"

"I'd heard. So?"

"So the guys were over," Carrie said. "we were watching a movie. Alan and I were in that beanbag, and Dean and Beth in that one."

"Fascinating," Amy said. "So?"

"So since it was pitch black," Beth said, "we left the room and before we came back, we decided to switch places without telling the guys. And, um..."

"We ended up fucking them," Carrie finished.

"No shit!" Amy said. "How was it?"

Carrie and Beth exchanged glances. "Hot as hell," Carrie said.

"Definitely," Beth said. "I came like crazy, and it was killing me trying to be quiet about it."

"It'll never happen again," Carrie said.

"Right," Beth agreed.

But they were both thinking, maybe, though... 



Blackout in the Quarter



Cold rain, wind and hail pummeled the city. The power had been out for some time. Jeanne didn't know the exact reason why. She didn't care. She was just pissed. 

The entire city had shut down, traffic had come to a complete stop, she'd missed her meeting, and she was soaked to the bone. Jeanne could do nothing but shiver in her flimsy business suit as she scurried down the murky, old brick street of the French Quarter. She held her briefcase over her head as if that would somehow protect her from the driving rain. 

Finally, she found shelter in the broken tile alcove of an old building that appeared to serve no other purpose than to set an example of how quickly neglected buildings deteriorate.

The woman dried her face with her sleeve, though that accomplished little. Her clothing was saturated. She brushed her short blonde hair back with the palms of her hands. Excess water ran down her neck and back giving her chills. She straightened her dripping garments, and then reached for the door hoping this run down old building was open to the public...and warm!

As she took the old iron, door handle in her hand, she noticed movement near the far wall of this decaying, old storefront. The movements were unmistakably familiar. She paused, and watched, suddenly spellbound by the hypnotically rhythmic motions within. 

The dark, nebulous outline of an embracing couple stood out against a dingy white wall. A small, feminine form straddled the hips of a much larger masculine form. The woman's arms wrapped about the man's neck for support. His hands cupped the smooth, dark globes of her ass. They kissed passionately. 

The man held her easily as he walked a few steps forward until the woman's back was pressed to the wall. His hips thrust forward and upward in time with their own sultry dance of desire.

The dark skin of the couple stood out from the graying walls, but the murky glass of the door window, and the low light kept Jeanne from seeing any detail. Yet, she stood there--transfixed, as if she were mesmerized by the couple's graceful motions. She could do no more than stare, torn between her desire to turn away, leaving these lovers to their private pleasures, or to indulge her own voyeuristic longings.

Finally, Jeanne pulled her eyes away from the couple. She looked back into the street. The rain continued to pour down obscuring all but the nearest objects. Nobody could be seen on the street even if there were someone to be seen. She wondered where the next nearest storefront was.

Jeanne reached out into the downpour. A small hailstone stung her palm. Her fingers felt numb. Never the less, she struggled to summon the courage to dart back out into the frigid tumult. But vague, sensuous images burned into her mind. She looked back to the sultry scene within. 

Something obscure, intangible like the images themselves, held her in this cold, forlorn, little alcove. 

Shaking, not so much from the cold as from an uncanny feeling of taboo, Jeanne returned her full attention to the impassioned silhouettes. Her hands began to drift slowly up her shivering sides until they came to rest on her full breasts. She rubbed and caressed each. She let her right hand drift inside her prim but drenched business suit and beneath her sheer bra. She cupped her left breast, and tweaked her nipple. Her hands responded to powerful desires arising from vague, mysterious compulsions that Jeanne couldn't quite pin down. 

The couple inside had begun to move in faster, more persistent movements. They seemed to Jeanne as dark wraiths wavering indistinctly through the foggy, grimy, window glass like two exotic apparitions locked in a passionate embrace. Jeanne was swept up in their wantonness, and their yearning. Their carnal dance aroused a primal hunger within her. The pressure between her legs built. She rubbed them tightly together squeezing her seething sex. She felt the moisture collect as a single drop of her excitement oozed out, tickling her vaginal lips. With her left hand, she raised her short skirt, and rubbed her vaporous vagina.

Jeanne watched the big man swing his lusty lover away from the wall. He moved into the middle of the room, and lowered his petite companion to the top of a table.

Jeanne massaged her pussy lightly, but an even more demanding compulsion within her simmering sex needed to be satisfied. She pushed her damp panties aside. Her fingers slid inside. She continued to caress her breast as her right hand explored her damp crevasse slowly. The ball of her hand pressed firmly onto her swollen clitoris.

Her body reacted to each touch of her hands, and to each movement from the pair within the building in ways she had never before imagined. Despite the fierce cold and the driving rain, she felt a strange, calming warmth from within. 

The dark woman inside lay back on the table with her legs high in the air. The man's chest and shoulders pressed against the back of her calves. His hips pulled back and thrust forward in short, quick strokes. 

A low moan escaped Jeanne's lips when suddenly... 

Another face appeared in front of her. Jeanne's moan turned to a gasp. Only the grimy glass and a few inches of empty air separated Jeanne's face from the handsome and distinctly masculine face of a smiling, middle-aged, black man. 

The man pulled the door open. 

Jeanne fumbled with her clothing trying to appear casual. She knew she had been caught, but still tried to hide her actions. This only made the man's smile broaden.

He held the door open. 

Jeanne stood speechless. She didn't know what to say, or how to act. There was a beautiful couple moaning in the throes of ecstasy just a dozen feet away. An attractive, dark-skinned man held a door for her opening into warmth and shelter. The man never stopped smiling. Everything seemed so surreal.

The man gestured for her to follow. "Why don't you come on in here, girl, out of the cold?" His voice was deep, and as warm and inviting as his broad smile. 

Jeanne nodded and stepped past him into the small barroom. Anything was better than the winter storm raging outside. She thanked the man in a quiet voice as she finished straightening her skirt. She began to re-button the top button of her suit. Then, she wondered why it mattered. She was sure the man at the door had seen quite enough, and that the couple at the table really wasn't interested at the moment.

The amorous couple looked over at the commotion by the door as the other man pushed it closed. The big, muscular man turned back to his lover as if nothing had changed. The woman smiled suggestively at Jeanne while she ran her hands across her lover's body as if to show off her prize.

With her new vantage point, Jeanne could now see the couple clearly, despite the wavering candlelight. She was struck by how exotically beautiful the woman was. Jeanne returned the woman's suggestive smile. 

The old barroom itself wasn't much to write home about. The place seemed old and neglected. The floor was well worn hardwood. The masonry walls were cracked and dirty. An old Wurlitzer juke box stood out darkly from the yellowing wall on the far side of a small, parquet dance floor. In the dim light, the bright neon colors of the juke box were no more than gray hints of their true vibrancy. 

To Jeanne's right was a beautiful, but aging hand-carved mahogany bar. A dozen wooden barstools lined up unevenly in front of it. Behind the bar, a huge mirror stretched from one end to the other. A gold painted, ornate frame encompassed the wavy, bluish glass of the antique mirror.

Flickering candlelight gave the entire room an eerie, ethereal glow. Jeanne felt as if she'd stepped onto the set of an outdated film noir production.

The man at the door walked toward the bar. He spoke freely and casually as if they'd known each other for a lifetime. "You must be freezing," he observed. "Let me get you something warm...How about one of my special coffees. It's like a cafe au lait with a little bite." He smiled over his shoulder as he crossed through the service entrance, and behind the old bar.

Jeanne was confused. She had somehow found herself in a dark, little, bar in the middle of a terrible storm. She had spent several minutes watching a pair of total strangers fuck. In fact, Jeanne still had difficulty grasping the notion that she was actually pleasing herself when another man interrupted her indiscretions to invite her in for a cup of coffee with bite!

Everything seemed just a little too bizarre. She looked over to the man behind the bar, and simply said, "Coffee? Ah...That'll be fine." Jeanne thought of a thousand questions, but no answers.

The couple continued to make love on the table. Jeanne was still incredibly aroused. The man behind the bar spoke as if nothing was out of place. Bizarre was an understatement!

"My name's Jimmy. This is my place." He paused. "Jimmy's Place," he added as his smile stretched nearly from ear to ear.

Jeanne looked around to acknowledge that this was indeed Jimmy's place. "Nice," she lied. 

"Not really," Jimmy returned, "but thanks just the same. That lovely couple over there is Brian and Pam." He raised his voice a bit. "Say hi, kids"

Brian never turned around. He just raised his left hand to wave. Jeanne admired his firm flexing ass, rather than acknowledging the wave.

Pam cooed a bit. "Hi, baby," she said in a sultry, throaty voice as if they were longtime lovers. 

Jeanne half-heartedly waved back.

Jimmy pushed the coffee across the bar. "Here you go, young lady." 

Jeanne turned back to the bar, and sat down on a stool in front of her steaming drink. 

Jimmy never stopped smiling. He just smiled a little more broadly when the occasion called for it. Now, his smile was almost a frown of concern. He came from behind the bar saying, "Girl, you're shivering." He stepped right up to her, and began to unbutton her top. "Let's get you out of these wet things."

She surprised herself by not resisting. She let this man, whom she'd never even laid eyes on until about three minutes ago, undress her. She simply sat passively, wondering how strange this behavior was for her—for anyone! Bizarre rapidly merged into weird.

Jimmy pulled her jacket off. Jeanne felt the warmth from the big, gas heater hanging from the ceiling caress her shoulders. The man unzipped her skirt. She let him. He pulled it from her hips. She raised her butt from the stool to help. He pulled the skirt down her legs running his hands suggestively down the sides of her legs. The touch sent chills washing across her body.

The realization that she was in a public place wearing only a push-up bra, tiny satin panties and thigh high stockings with high heels made her feel deliciously decadent. She looked at herself in the mirror, and liked what she saw. She was in a strange place half naked, and a very attractive, middle aged, black man was taking his shirt off, and wrapping it around her shoulders.

The events of the moment seemed directed by an invisible hand, Jeanne did nothing. Things just happened, and she was powerless to stop them regardless of the fact that she had no interest in stopping anything. Jeanne wanted this odd situation to play out to it's mysterious conclusion. She was lost in a strange fantasy that had taken control of her senses, and her desires.

Brian had stopped driving into Pam. He moved around the table, and was feeding his rather prodigious tool into Pam's mouth. She still lay on her back, alternating between taking his manhood into her mouth, and sucking his balls. Pam's legs were spread, her knees folded, and her feet were on the table. Jeanne could see everything spread before her, and was surprised to discover how beautiful she thought Pam's pussy looked. She'd never been so attracted to a woman. She'd never even been with another woman, nor had she ever before been particularly interested—until now. 

Jeanne took a swallow of the coffee, and coughed slightly after the first sip. 'It did have bite,' she thought as she continued to stare intently at the couple on the table.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Jimmy interrupted her musings. 

She looked at him quizzically as if he might have known something she didn't. Then, she nodded, warily agreeing.

Jimmy stood in front of her. His right hand brushed her side, and settled on her hip. He gestured downward with a nod. Jeanne looked down to find her own hand massaging her cleft through her drenched panties. The bartender smiled, and took the coffee from her other hand. He placed the cup on the bar, and leaned forward to kiss her softly on the lips.

She let him!

'This has gone beyond bizarre,' Jeanne thought. It was like a dream--a chimera. She wanted to see how it would end even though she never wanted it reach that end--No matter how strange it got! 

She looked into Jimmy's eyes, and gave in to her unyielding desire. She surrendered completely to her new found needs.

He kissed her again, more deeply than before. Both of his hands were inside the shirt she wore. They caressed her sides, and pulled her forward. They moved up to her shoulders, and pushed the shirt off, again.

Their tongues danced and played in each other's mouths. Jimmy popped the hook on Jeanne's bra, freeing her full breasts. The warm air from the gas heater made her flesh tingle with excitement.

She showed her interest by letting her own hands move freely, frantically about Jimmy's firm body. She loved the feel of his strong back and muscular arms. 

Jimmy tossed the bra aside. He cupped her soft, pale breasts in his hands. Jeanne marveled at the contrasts. His dark skin and large muscular body was the exact opposite of her tiny, fair skinned splendor. The differences made her responsiveness seem even more vital than what normally should have been. 

The uniqueness combined with the heightened sexual tensions made Jeanne's body shudder and glow with the warmth of erotic desire. She moaned. An "Oh, God" slipped quietly from her lips as Jimmy kissed his way to her earlobe. He nibbled, and played there for some time before he kissed the side of her neck several times, across her throat, and up the other side of her neck to tease that earlobe.

She fervently ran her hands across his bald head, his broad shoulders and his strong back. She explored his sides and his well developed chest. She kissed her new lover where ever her soft lips happened to fall.

He kissed slowly back down her neck and down her throat to her chest. His hands cupped and fondled her tits firmly as he kissed the tops, sides and bottoms of her soft orbs until he finally came to her left nipple. 

The man sucked the nipple until it was fully engorged. Then, he nibbled softly, and sucked a little more before moving on to the other.

Jimmy kissed ever downward. He kissed her sides, her stomach and her hips. He let his tongue stab at her belly button before he dropped lower. 

In no time, it seemed, the bartender kissed her mons, and looked up into her eyes. Jeanne leaned back against the bar, spreading her legs even more, offering herself to him. He kissed her hot mound, again. 

In reply, Jeanne used her hands to press his head into her waiting, wet pussy.

His tongue instantly dove into her pliant folds. Soon, he was flicking it in deeply and across her g-spot before pulling it out again, teasing her.

Jeanne's moans joined Pam's. She looked toward the other couple to see that Brian was once more between his lover's legs. He was pumping furiously into her. Pam was falling quickly into an overpowering orgasm. Her moans were turning into words of encouragement. Pam prodded Brian on. "Oh, God...yessss, Fuck me, baby." She screamed out as she drove her insatiable slit down Brian's rock hard rod. "Gimme that big cock. Ooooohhh, yessss, that feels so good....Yes."

Her words of encouragement gave her paramour all he needed. He slammed his mighty cock into her like a man possessed.

Pam bucked, and gyrated wildly on Brian's throbbing bone. "Goddamn that feels Soooo good. Yes, yes , yyyyeeeesssssss...." She exploded in ecstasy. Brian exploded into her. His grunts blended with Pam's screams, pushing Jeanne further toward her own climax.

Jimmy sensed this. He cupped Jeanne's ass cheeks in his hands, and buried his face into her dripping snatch. His upper lip pressed against Jeanne's exposed clit. His tongue firmly stroked her g-spot. Fast and firm, he pushed her toward the edge.

Only a few minutes after Pam came, Jeanne was well on her way, too. The white woman felt the heat start in her pussy, and spread in ever expanding waves across her body.

She thrashed against Jimmy's tongue. He held her hips firmly in his hands never slowing the plunging of his tongue into her sweet sex.

He kept licking forcefully even after she exploded into his mouth. Not until her convulsions and her screams began to die down did he begin to ease off of her.

He kissed, and licked at her swollen pussy lips, careful to avoid her oversensitive clit, as she basked in the last few moments of exhilaration.

Jimmy stood, and kissed her deeply and earnestly. She could feel his compelling, carnal need. She reached down, and immediately found his massive manhood throbbing against the material of his slacks. She released the hook on Jimmy's pants, and deftly pulled the zipper down. 

Jeanne watched as a huge, black cock sprung like a jack-in-the-box from the falling slacks. His dick was just the right length to fill her without causing pain. It was also very fat. She didn't realize the true girth until she wrapped her hand around it. She was pleasantly surprised, to say the least.

The bartender stepped out of his slacks, and hopped onto the bar. After Jeanne had swung the barstool around, his cock stood straight out only inches from her face. She studied every line on it. This, she thought, was the most beautiful dick she had ever seen. At that moment, she wanted that cock more than anything else in the world.

Her hand shook a little as she wrapped her fingers around Jimmy's magical, monster cock. She lowered her face to it. She kissed the tip. She pumped it once, and watched a glistening drop of precum appear at the apex. Jeanne ran just the tip of her tongue up through the slit, taking the thick liquid into her cock hungry mouth. It was almost sweet, and made her want more. She pumped that big dick a few more times, and took it into her mouth, sucking out every drop she could--Every drop she craved.

Jeanne let Jimmy's massive meat spring out of her mouth. It bounced lewdly before her. She took it in both hands.

She stared as she stroked the voluminous shaft. Her pale, white hand was nearly lost in the dark enormity of Jimmy's huge, black tool. Oh, but she loved that contrast! Just the sight made her exhilaration rise. 

She craved the touch of his big hands, the scent of his body and the reward of his manhood. At no time in her thirty-three years had Jeanne been so excited--so insatiably horny.

She licked the bottom of his shaft. She sucked in his balls, one at a time. She nibbled softly on the loose skin of her lover's dark scrotum. She wished that someone were touching her. Jeanne didn't want to stop servicing this mighty dick, but she desperately needed attention for her own overwhelming desires. Her pussy ached for the touch of another.

As if in answer to her wishes, a set of big, powerful hands began to rub her back, her sides and her full breasts. Another set of smaller hands passed lightly across her hips. 

In response to these new sensations, Jeanne stood up next to her stool while she continued servicing Jimmy's steely shaft. The small hands at her hips traveled deftly to her round little ass. Jeanne felt Pam's luscious lips light delicately on her hip. Brian's cock pressed against her other hip as he caressed, and massaged her ample tits.




Blackout in the Quarter



Pam kissed, and licked, and even lightly bit Jeanne's silky, little rear. Soon, the black woman's lips and tongue fell into the crease of Jeanne's ass. 

Brian dropped to his knees, and somehow managed to move his large, muscular body in between Jeanne and the bar. He immediately buried his face into her sweet, sodden snatch.

Jeanne stroked Jimmy's rod as she buried her face between his legs. She let her tongue dart along his perineum and down to his tight hole. He leaned back on the top of the bar giving her more access.

Simultaneously, Pam spread Jeanne's small globes and began to tongue fuck her, too. This was more than Jeanne could stand. Another orgasm washed across her body almost immediately. There was little or no build up. Jeanne simply erupted in an overpowering sexual release. She screamed into Jimmy's balls as Pam and Brian worked her over like professionals. 

The more Jeanne screamed, the more passionately the two lovers pleasured her orifices. Finally, they stopped. Pam stood, and moved beside Jeanne. 

Jeanne missed her touch already, but was soon rewarded by a deep kiss from the other woman. They kissed fervently, and with a mutual hunger Jeanne had never thought two women could share. 

Pam's hand joined Jeanne's on the massive cock before them. They alternated kissing one another, and pleasuring Jimmy's pulsating pole.

Jeanne was lost in Pam's loving eyes, as she felt Brian's rock hard shaft pressing against the crease of her ass still wet from Pam's ministrations. Jeanne had been so wrapped up in kissing this beautiful lady that she had completely missed the moment Brian left her pussy alone. He started to push his fingers into her backside. Amazingly, Jeanne found this even more exciting than she'd imagined. 

Suddenly, Jimmy took Jeanne by the hands. He swung his legs up onto the bar as he guided Jeanne into the service entrance. He then reached out, and lifted her as if she were weightless. He laid back positioning Jeanne straddling his hips. His massive cock throbbed between their bellies as Jeanne leaned forward to kiss him. 

Brian had moved up behind Jeanne, and was working over her ass with his tongue. Soon, he had her entire backside well greased from her own juices and his wet tongue. 

Jeanne rubbed the top of her snatch back and forth across Jimmy's manhood until she felt the head begin to penetrate her sodden orifice. 

Then, it struck her. Another hand was guiding Jimmy's dick inside of her--A big hand, a man's hand.

The revelation made her crazy with lust. She slowly sat back on the fat cock entering her, and relished the feeling of a man's rough face and big tongue simultaneously kissing, and licking her pussy and another man's cock and balls. 

That's when she remembered the mirror. Jeanne looked over, and saw Brian's face buried in her ass, tongue fucking her tight little hole one moment, and the next that same tongue was working over Jimmy's tight asshole and pendulous balls. She let Jimmy's cock pop out as Brian sucked at her puckered hole. The big man never hesitated taking Jimmy's shiny, wet cock into his mouth. She felt his hot breath on her ass and pussy as Brian sucked Jimmy's prodigious prick.

After a few moments, Brian guided Jimmy's dick back into Jeanne's expectant muff.

Then, Jeanne noticed the small, graceful body of Pam in the mirror. Pam was climbing off of a stool, and atop the bar in front of her. Jeanne admired Pam's perfect little ass. 

Pam mounted the bar and squatted over Jimmy's face. She took Jeanne's face in her hands and kissed her with even more passion than she had previously. 

After they had broken the kiss, Jeanne noticed Brian's thick, white cum trickle from Pam's pussy. Jimmy rose, eagerly sucking the juices from Pam's freshly fucked pussy.

There was no describing the intensity Jeanne and the others seemed to feel. There was something about this situation that was almost supernatural. All four bodies had become somehow mysteriously joined in their mutual journey toward perfect bliss. Jeanne believed they were alive with some sort of magical fire that enveloped each of them in a blanket of irresistible lust. She felt a thirst, or a hunger--some sort of undeniable desire that could only be satisfied by unrestrained love making. To her, at that point in time, nothing was taboo...nothing was off limits...no desire would be, or could be denied.

Pam stood, still clutching Jeanne's face in her hands. She stepped forward, drawing Jeanne only inches from her dark, musky sex. 

Jeanne felt no apprehension. She wanted only to taste this other woman's sweet nectar. But instead, she paused to study this new object of her yearning. She took in the beauty of the other woman's dark folds. Pam's pussy was shaved. Her wetness had been smeared all about her genital region. Jeanne marveled at how Pam's dark skin shimmered. She marveled at how the candlelight danced from the moisture highlighting Pam's entire pubic area. Some of Brian's seed still oozed slowly from this dark woman's pussy like milky nectar on the petals of a flower only a breath away from Jeanne's pursed lips. She needed to taste that nectar with a fierce, nearly overpowering desire. She allowed Pam to draw her face in until her lips pressed against the flower's silky folds. 

Jeanne began to lick, and suck at the folds. She spread them with her tongue. The taste was strong, musky and absolutely exquisite. Jeanne licked, and sucked with every bit of enthusiasm and longing within her.

She felt Jimmy's huge dick now slamming into her own over-stretched cunt. He fucked her hard, and fast. His cock filled her pussy like never before. Her vaginal walls hugged tightly to the girth that penetrated her, brushing and caressing each nerve ending. Her pussy seemed alive, reacting to each mighty thrust with a new sensation of complete stimulation.

Jeanne loved the feeling of being so filled. New horizons of pleasure and sensation had been revealed to her. She doubted she could ever again be satisfied by her past conceptions of physical love.

She moaned into Pam's pussy as she felt Brian's fingers pressing ever deeper into her ass, stretching the slight hole into ever increasing dimensions. She would slide down Jimmy's shaft, then back into Brian's fingers.

Finally, Jeanne could take no more. She left Pam's pussy alone for just long enough to turn to Brian and demand, "Goddammit, fuck me. I want your big, fucking cock up my ass...Now!"

As soon as she returned to Pam's pussy, Jeanne felt the massive head of Brian's dick press against her back door. The head had only just penetrated when Brian took Jeanne's hips in his hands, and slammed the full length of his long shaft into her tiny ass.

The pain nearly overcame her. It was as if white fire radiated from her tortured rear throughout her entire body. She screamed into Pam's sweet muff. Pam held Jeanne's face tight to her sex. "Oh, yeah," Pam consoled her, "That's it, baby. That's all of it, honey. You took it all!"

Jimmy pumped slowly into Jeanne's tight pussy. Brian held still, his full length buried deeply into Jeanne's tight, little bottom. He waited until she relaxed before he began to pump again.

Pam ran her fingers through Jeanne's hair, and caressed her face and neck as she drove her pussy tenderly into her new lover's pretty face. Pam's knees began to feel weak as small electrical surges spread slowly throughout her body. She held onto Jeanne's head now, if for no other reason than to keep her balance. 

Jeanne could feel the changes in Pam's body. This helped her to relax more. In moments, Jeanne was thrusting forward onto Jimmy's monster cock, touching, stimulating completely her fiery, pulsating pussy. Then, she would slam her ass back down the entire length of Brian's steel rod. She bucked, and fucked like demon. These two huge cocks filled her completely. The smell and taste of Pam's dripping snatch drove her wild. Jeanne pumped, and thrusted ever faster and harder. She sucked the pussy before her with a renewed sense of urgency. 

She wanted them to come. Jeanne wanted to be filled by their juices. She wanted to feel Pam's nectar flowing into her eager mouth. She wanted to feel Jimmy's fat cock explode into her uterus. She wanted Brian to slam his blacksnake in for one last thrust deep into her ass sending his seed erupting into her.

She wanted these things terribly bad, and she wanted them all at the same time. She fucked furiously as she felt the tension in Pam's body grow ever tighter. Both cocks inside of her had begun to grow impossibly bigger, longer, fatter and so much harder. They throbbed and pulsated within her. 

Jeanne heard Jimmy almost plead, "Oh, yes...Oh, yes...Oh, fuck...Oh, fuck...fuck..fuck.fuckfuckfuck..."

Brian slammed his long cock even further than he had before. He slapped her ass cheeks hard, over and over. Finally, he took her hips back into his hands, and slammed his pole mercilessly all the way in. His hips slapped hard against her ass cheeks. A long, sustained "Aaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh'" rose up as he froze.

Jeanne could feel the long awaited waves of electric fire wash over her like an ocean with a storm moving ever closer and closer. The waves of tingling fire began slow and small. Then, they built steadily, one upon the other, higher and higher, faster and faster, stronger and stronger, building toward a peak somewhere over nirvana. 

Jeanne rode each wave ever higher.

Pam pulled Jeanne hard into her spasming cunt. Her body had stiffened. Her pussy thrust into Jeanne's burrowing tongue. Pam screamed up and into the ceiling over and over as her passion flooded into Jeanne's willing mouth. Pam would not let that pretty face go. She held tightly as spasm after spasm wracked her helpless body and mind.

Jeanne held on smothered by Pam's violent throes of ecstasy. The waves of delight carried her body and mind yet higher, longer and stronger into the land of perfect pleasure.

Brian's long rod erupted like a fire hose inside Jeanne's over-wrought ass. He held her hips and pressed into her with all of his might. Jeanne felt jet after jet of his man seed fill her. She could feel each powerful recoil of his dick as he emptied his load into her. 

Jimmy's fat cock throbbed tremendously as he slammed into Jeanne's tight cunt. Each time he slammed his fuck stick home another load of cum shot deep into Jeanne's pussy filling her with his thick sperm.

Feeling the hot cum of these two men spilling into her, Jeanne let go of any inhibition that may have remained. She drew in all of the passion and lust of her lovers. She felt their exhilaration as it seemed to converge into one massive release from the center of her being. 

She let her body go. The waves of erotic fire had built into one last tidal wave. Everything had gone black. Lights exploded in her head. The elation was primal--Complete.

Jeanne's body flew up and over that last, longest and biggest peak of orgasm into a perfect climax existing in a place of pure pleasure. She knew she wasn't breathing--couldn't breathe. She knew her mind had left her body. She floated somewhere over life, somewhere beyond simple delight. She had left the waves of physical orgasm, and rode the currents of pure joy—the tides perfect bliss.

She didn't want to return. She wanted to ride these waves of infinite ecstasy forever. But she had no choice. The currents carried her back onto the waves of physical pleasure where she slid regretfully back down to the real world.

Pam let go of Jeanne's head, and fell forward onto her. Jeanne could at last catch her breath as the two women embraced, and fell almost as one atop Jimmy. 

Jimmy, breathing heavily, embraced the two women, one on either side. Brian fell forward, too. His lips fell onto Jimmy's, and they kissed lovingly. To Jeanne, this now seemed very natural. Then, Brian turned, and kissed her in the same way. Jimmy's lips fell upon Pam. Finally, Jeanne was able to feel the soft lips of Pam press to hers one last time. 

They all embraced affectionately. The warmth of idyllic sexual satisfaction settled over the lovers like a soft blanket as lights flashed on behind the bar. Electronic gadgets beeped and whirred. The old Wurlitzer flickered back to bright neon life. The record arm rolled out, and dropped a disc onto the turn table. BB King's The Thrill Is Gone wafted out into the quiet air of the bedraggled old bar, drowning out the sound of four people's satisfied breathing.

They all smiled contentedly as they lay still kissing and cuddling peacefully.

 ***

The air outside was cold, crisp and clear. Night had settled in. The city had come back to life. Tourists once more milled about on the cold, wet streets of the French Quarter. 

Jeanne opened the door to the cab before turning back to the old, decrepit pub. A bright new sign hung from above the broken alcove. It read "Jimmy's Place." 

On the old, mortar columns at either side of the blighted alcove were other words chiseled into the concrete. Jeanne had to squint to read the worn lettering. It read "Marie Laveau's Voodoo Emporium, Est. 1832."

Jeanne shook her head, smiled and entered the cab.



Blackout Molestation



Stretched out upon the sofa, her head resting securely in my lap, she sleeps peacefully. Necessitating the dim candlelight, the blackout has actually resulted in a romantic setting, the gentle flickering of the candles seeming to cause her face to glow with the innocence of a newborn child. 

She sleeps, yet a soft smile gently tugs at the corners of her dainty little mouth. I am certain that she can feel my fingers gently toying with her thick red strands, or feel my opposite hand gently caressing her pale warm cheek. Yet does she present that Mona Lisa smile because of my loving actions, or because of something in her mind? Does she dream, and if so, does she dream of me, of us? 

My eyes focus on her eyelashes. Long and thick and painted in darkest black, they flicker slightly in her sleep, tempting me, beckoning me, demanding my attention. When we had first met while waiting for a computer programming class to begin, it was those very same eyelashes which had caught my attention, even moreso than her thick red hair. 

Her lips part slightly, the movement attracting my eyes. The red paint almost exactly matches her lengthy hair. Applied heavily, she still bears some lipstick upon those very lips, despite having covered my face and neck with the imprint of those lips earlier, when she had been in a very playful mood, just prior to the electricity suddenly cutting out. 

I can feel the slight rouge upon her cheek. It is still strange to me that she prefers to add a little rouge, given that she is such a shockingly-evident redhead. Yet that is one of the things which has endeared her to me: She likes to do the unexpected, just to surprise people. 

She takes a deep breath, inherently causing her feminine swells to rise even more upon her chest, the additional altitude drawing the attention of my eyes. While they are fully covered and thus socially presentable at the moment, her blouse has been unbuttoned just enough to reveal an ample amount of cleavage. From my vantage point, I can see well down the top of her thin white blouse to see the upper edge of each cup of her lacy white low-cut bra – any lower and her succulent breasts would spill out with any slight movement. 

I so desperately want to slip a hand down her neck and inside her blouse. I want to feel a breast slowly rising from her ribcage, and allow my fingers to slip inside her bra to lovingly tease a nipple, never stopping until she involuntarily gives me a soft mew of delight. 

But, I am good. Despite myself, I continue to caress her cheek and finger her lengthy red strands. She sleeps peacefully, her face glowing with the innocence of a newborn child. Her hands resting upon her stomach with her piano-lengthened fingers intertwined like a woven rug, she is clearly at peace, with nary a care in the world to mar her slumber. 

Yet, she continues to smile. As I glance once again down the top of her blouse and think naughty thoughts, I wonder if she smiles due to similar naughty thoughts. Does she imagine herself stretched out in the grass, staked to the ground, kissed by the moonlight as I adore her wonderful womanhood with my lips and my fingers and my tongue? Does she imagine us cuddling together by a small fire, trading fantasies that we both know will never be explored in reality? Does she picture herself performing a striptease for me while I take picture after picture after picture for her modeling portfolio? Does she imagine I sit behind her in a hot bubble bath, one hand lovingly kneading a breast as the other hand masturbates her slowly and reverently? Or does she perhaps picture herself kneeling before me once again, as secure in her nudity as the steel collar is securely padlocked to her neck? 

My desire takes control of my hand. I may as well be someone else, watching helplessly as my own hand lifts from her rouged cheek. My fingers alight at the center of her collarbone, then slowly trail down her pale chest, veering a little to the left, starting to ascend the gentle slope of a breast. 

A strange sound, somewhere between a happy mew and a contented sigh, escapes her slightly-parted lips. Her black-stockinged legs shift, her thighs sliding together underneath her blood-red skirt and producing a soft sound. My mind drifts to the previous evening, when I had been perched between those well-toned thighs, savoring the flavor of her liquid love and slowly causing her passion to spiral skyward repeatedly as she tugged at her secure bonds and cried sweetly into the darkness. 

Her eyes flutter open, the smoky gray colors focusing upon my face. "Do you enjoy molesting beautiful young women as they sleep?" she challenges quietly, her lips and her eyes both smiling at me. 

"Only those very few I have been privileged to love," I reply softly, squeezing her breast, my hand inside her bra. And I continue to molest this beautiful young woman well into the night, with neither of us having anything else to do because of the blackout.