11 comments/ 112571 views/ 14 favorites Daniel & I By: KMRoberts You just never know about people, what secrets they conceal. I knew Daniel was Bi, but he didn't know I knew (long boring story). I was just plain kinky, but Dan didn't know that. We were long time friends and I sensed he was attracted to me, but I wasn't ready to let him (and everyone we knew) know I was as wild as I was. I have to confess, I enjoyed teasing him; making statements that could be construed as advancements, then immediately closing the door, watching his confusion and frustration. I was living in a nice apartment at the time and they had an indoor swimming pool facility. One night, Dan and I were watching TV and getting a little buzzed and I suggested we go for a swim. I told him I had a pair of trunks he could wear, and I led him into the master bedroom and tossed the trunks to him as I casually stepped out of my clothes and put on mine. He seemed a little uneasy, but I went right on like it was just two guys in a locker room, no big deal (what a nasty tease!) and Daniel relaxed a little and stripped himself. I couldn't believe the size of his cock. It was dark, compared to his pale skin, circumsized ( I like that) and though flacid, it had to be two inches across and four inches long. I guessed when it got hard, it was amazing. His balls were also large. From what he'd told me about his relationship with his girlfriend, he wasn't getting much, and his engorged scrotum confirmed this. We went to the pool and had a good swim, then back to my place and smoked a little more and he went home. That night I lay in bed thinking of Daniel's beautiful cock and how it would feel down my throat, or rubbing between my ass cheeks, or gliding in and out of my ass. I got so horny, I got into my toy collection and selected the largest one I had. As I reamed it in, I thought of Dan between my legs. I wound up taking that enormous toy farther than I was ever able to before, and cumming as hard as I could remember ever having cum. Instead of release, though, masturbation only left me with more desire for the real thing...I wanted Dan and I wanted his cum. Since I knew of his problems with his girlfriend, I figured I could have as much of him as I liked. Little did I know how much I was actually going to get! My plan was simple: invite him over, get him nice and buzzed and then..(deep breath) tell him how much I wanted his root. No, that wasn't going to work. I wanted him to think he was initiating me, turning me into something, making me his, while I (innocently, Ha!) went along. I hatched a brilliant plan. We frequently would rent and watch together "Adult films." The place we rented from was uptight about their approach: Patrons would leaf though binders of titles with some descriptions of their content and then ask the clerk for the corresponding number. For instance, 11670 would be Filthy Cum Whores IV and 10432 would be Blow Job Vixens II. I went to the store and rented 11279, Slutty Co-Eds XIX. Then, I went back later and rented 90943 Butt Guys V. Then I switched the boxes. When Dan came over, I popped in "Co-Eds", and we settled back and watched the first scene. These two studs got right to business and I glanced over at Dan and he wasn't saying a word. "What is this?" I asked innocently. "This is supposed to be Co-eds. God, look at that guy's cock." Dan looked at me. I looked at Dan. "I never tried that," I said, "Have you?" "In college," Dan confessed, "I experimented a little. It was the thing to do at the time." He was sheepish, almost apologetic, cute. "Did you like it?" I asked, all curious like. "It was ok. I got off on the kinky aspect, it being 'wrong' and all." He was looking at me strangely now. The video was showing two hunks in bed sucking each other in a 69, not that we were paying any eral attention to it at this point. "I don't know if I would be any good at it," I lied, "Giving a blow job, I'd be all teeth. But I know I could get fucked. I've always been anally-oriented...I might get into it, I think..." The guy on the screen shot a load all over the stomach of his buddy who immediately added to the mess with his own spew. I looked at the video and said, "I really think I would get into it...with the right guy." I looked into Dan's eyes and he was looking right back into mine. He was sitting on the couch, and I was across the room in a chair. The lights were already low. Dan was sitting with his feet on the floor and his legs apart. I could see a major bulge in his jeans. We kept looking at each other. Without a word, I moved from the chair, across the floor and into a kneeling position in front of Dan. The look on his face was priceless, half terror, half hungry. I wasted no time, I didn't want to break the spell. I reached up and undid his belt buckle and opened his fly. His erect cock was sticking out above the waistband of his bikinis, pressing into his flat hairy belly. I pulled the elastic out and down and revealed an at-least 9-inch erection. It jumped a little as I freed it from the elastic. "Wow, Dan, you ought to be in pictures," I said smiled, and before he could react, put my mouth around the cock I'd been fantasizing about for a week. Dan moaned softly and gently shifted his position on the couch so that he could rock up and down, gliding his erection in and out of my mouth. I picked up his rhythm and slid my tongue under his head and down his shaft and bobbed forward to meet his thrusts. I slid my hands up the outside of his thighs and wrapped my arms around his waist, moaning softly. I felt my moan vibrate his stiffness. I pressed forward and felt his cock going down my throat. I was determined to give him the deep-throat experience. I raised and lowered my head, taking more and more of his fat cock into my mouth and throat and soon I felt my nose in his pubic hair. I opened wider and forced the last of his joint down my throat, while I moved my right hand down and gently stroked the underside of his large balls with my fingertips. "Oh god! Oh god damn!" He sighed, "No one's ever....oh god, yes!" I pulled back to let myself breathe, but didn't let his hot, sweet meat get out of my mouth. His shaft was slick with my spit and I took my other hand and started furiously jacking him off from the base to my lips, all the while playing with his sack too. I was in heaven. All I wanted to do was make him cum. I sucked and licked his penis like a starving man. I teased his head and his glans with my tongue, and glided my lips along his fat shaft. I pressed the tip of my tongue into his cum hole and lapped out his pre-cum. I stroked him with my hand and sucked him with my mouth and moaned deeply with his organ in my throat. His gentle rocking up and down became more furious and I met his every stroke. "Oh Ken! Oh Ken!" He breathed, "I'm going to cum!! Ken-" It was all I wanted. "MMM," was all I could say with my mouth stuffed. Dan gasped a couple of times and then I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth and start to pulsate. I pulled back slightly because I wanted to fully taste his load. Both my hands were busy, jacking and tickling, and I pursed my lips tightly around his head as he unleased a thick stream of sperm across my tongue. I immediately tasted the sweet-acidic, thick creaminess. Pulse after pulse his balls delivered into my mouth and I held my lips and tongue there until he had pumped every drop into my mouth. I pulled my head back and looked up. Dan was looking down at me with amazement in his face. I met his eyes. I raised the tip of his cock, leaned my head back and opened my mouth, showing him his load. Then I closed my lips, swirlled his semen around my mouth, closed my eyes, and swallowed Dan's awesome sweet wad with a heavy gulp. I licked my lips and opened my eyes. Dan was staring at me in amazement. I smiled up at him and then, for measure, squeezed my fingers around the base of his prick and milked another large drop of cum out of the end, stuck out my tongue and sensually lapped it away, savoring it too, before again swallowing. Now it was my turn. I wasn't about to let him run out the door after a blow job, so I quickly tore off my shirt and pulled down my jeans and underwear. I hadn't let go of his deflating cock and I wasn't about to. "You have a beautiful cock, Daniel. Sucking you off has really turned me on," I began as I was kicking off my jeans. I reached for a jar of vaseline I had under the end table and scooped up a generous three-fingers full. I let him see me do this, as I continued to gently stroke him. He didn't go limp completely and was in fact stiffening again as I shifted from a kneeling position amd into a half-reclining one. I kicked a leg up and rested it on the seat cushion of the couch, spreading my ass cheeks, and smeared the gooey vaseline recklessly all over my crack and hole. I leaned up and licked his shaft again and sucked his ejaculation-sensitive head into my wet mouth, holding it there while it grew. I looked again into his eyes and smiled around his dick, making a dirty chuckling sound, as I slid three of my fingers up my asshole. He watched me with his jaw dropped. The vaseline made crackling sounds as I worked it in. I reached for more and lubbed the hell out of my ass while still sucking on his rod, which was once again, hard as steel. I closed my fist around his thick shaft and sensuously jacked it. "Now I want you to screw me, Dan," I breathed, "I never wanted anything like I want this now." I removed the three glistening fingers from my ass and reached up and gave his cock a generous coating of ass-warmed vaseline. "I want to be on my back, ok?" I moved up next to him on the couch, never letting his cock go, and layed back and spread my legs around him, shifting around so he had a close-up view of my hard cock and slippery ass. I let go of his erection and put the same fingers back between my legs, rubbing up and down, spreading my thighs wider apart and scooting closer to him. He immediately shifted around and got into a kneeling position, his cock waving stiffly, glistening with my spit, his cum and vaseline. I lowered my legs around his waist and opened my arms. As he leaned forward on top of me, my arms went around his shoulders, my hands on his back and the back of his neck, then down as far as I could reach to his ass cheeks, pulling him against me and down on top of me. "I know you haven't been laid in a while," I whispered, "Empty it all into me, Daniel. I know you are attracted to me. I'm on fire for you. I want you to screw me babe, screw me good." Dan leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. Involuntarily, I grabbed at the back of his head and pulled him down on top of me, spreading my legs for him. I felt his hot cock touch my asshole and reached with both hands and spread my cheeks apart, still locked in a deep kiss, our tongues exploring each others mouths. I could still taste his cum in my mouth and wondered if he could taste it too. He shifted his knees one last time, I could feel his cockhead presed firmly against my slippery ass. Daniel pressed forward and his beautiful cock slid effortlessly inside of me. He held it there for a second as my ass gripped him tight, then let out a deep sigh and broke our kiss. He had a strange look on his face. "That feel good to you?" I asked, with my eyes half closed. "Your cock is inside my asshole. You're huge. God, you're so big. Screw me, Daniel, screw me good. I'm so ready for you. Come on. Give me that big cock. I want it all the way inside me." Daniel pushed all the way into me in one motion, until lube squished out around the base. I felt his balls against my ass, then felt him grind into me a delicious fraction of an inch more. I felt completely stuffed full. His cock was fat, hard, throbbing and hot inside me. This was a thousand times better than any dildo could ever be. I went wild. All I can remember is grabbing at him, begging him to fuck me, to stroke it to me, to screw me, screw me, screw me. I whispered dirty things bewteen gasps of breath, how available I was, but for him alone. How I wanted to be his receptacle, how he could use me any time he wanted, how I was his personal slut. I told him I loved his hot, bare cock inside me, how good his cum had tasted and how I wanted more. I told him how reamed out I felt from his fat cock, how open, how slutty he was making me feel. I thought about screwing him in a car, in the woods, in a bed, in a motel room. He was sweating now and I lapped it it, wanting him completely. I thought of how nasty I could be for this unbelivable fucking stud. I kissed and sucked his mouth and his nipples, grabbed his ass cheecks and ground my ass into him. My ass opened up quickly and soon he was pumping in and out of me, our bodies were bouncing up and down on the couch. I was holding my thighs wide open and his weight was on his toes and arms as he thrust, balls-deep and withdrew to the tip, again and again and again. I really was being reamed out, I was so opened up he was having no trouble sliding into me faster and faster, the friction of his pumping was heating the inside of my ass. I felt like I could take on him and several others. I had never in my life felt this way. This was a completely new experience and I knew I wanted more. I never wanted Dan to stop fucking me, but I wanted him to shoot his cum inside me too. Suddenly, he stopped. His rock-hardness was jammed into me to the hilt. He shifted his weight and relaxed, lowering on top of me. He stayed all the way in and I reached around him with my arms and again wrapped my legs around his hips. We kissed deeply and passionately. I felt my heart beating strongly in my chest, I held him tighter. Then he slowly, very, very slowly, withdrew. My gaping ass grabbed at him tightly and I felt every delicious inch of him pulling out of me. He pulled back until only the head was inside. I could feel his heartbeat through his cock. He slowly pulled back some more and completely withdrew and I felt this great emptiness and my heart leapt. I held on to his waist tighter with my legs. "Oh yes, lover," I begged, "Oh God, yes, make love to me." He pressed forward gently and slowly, and fraction by fraction filled my emptiness again. After the furious pounding he had been giving me, this was absolutely delicious. This man really knew how to fuck, and he was giving me the "A" game. I just plain melted with lust. I was already looking forward to fucking him again - the night's possibilities stretched out before my imagination. Daniel was far better than any fantasy. He slowly and gently screwed his cock in and out of my ass for what seemed forever. Our breathing returned to normal and I was kissing and licking his face and neck, sucking gently on his nipples, loving him, loving him. Loving what he was doing to me. He stopped his slow-motion grooving and looked down into my eyes, then rocked forward until he was again buried to the hilt in my spread open ass. He let out a long, deep sigh. I felt his shaft pulsing deep in my ass, and I knew he was ejaculating. I spread my legs wide and pulled my knees up toward my chest so he could be completely inside of me. I reached down and stroked his balls gently as they tightened and he pumped his sweet load deep, deep inside of me. I closed my eyes and kissed him passionately as he came. The look on his face, the feeling of his dick spasming and the sheer thought of Daniel fucking me on my couch pushed me over the edge. My straining hard on, untouched so far, erupted and a stream of hot cum shot up and hit the underside of my jaw, then shot after shot coated my chest. I had never cum so hard or so much before in my life. My ass clenched around his still jerking cock and I millked his cock with my ass. Daniel kept kissing me as he slowly deflated. My own cock lowered slowly into a puddle of cum on my belly. Daniel's shoulders relaxed and he gently withdrew from my fucked-open ass. I curiously reached down with one hand and two of my fingers slid effortlessly into my hole. I slowly toyed my fingers in and out until a flood of Dan's semen gushed into my hand, which I quickly smeared all over my balls, ass, inner thighs and cock. Then I licked the rest of him from my fingers. He was sitting back on his haunches, watching me with a bemused look on his face. "You're wild, aren't you?" he asked. "Only for you, Stud," I answered. I then scooped my own cum from my chest with a palm and smeared it on his flaccid penis, then leaned forward and took it into my mouth. We moved into the bedroom shortly thereafter. Daniel & I * The Beginning: Nine years ago * I suppose I should start at the beginning. Well, it was the beginning even though I didn't know it at the time. I was eleven years old and like any other child that age, terribly upset when mom decided to marry Jonathan. Looking back at it now I think it was really childish of me to be so upset. After all, mom had waited almost 10 years after dad died before she took the step. I know now that it was because of me that she waited so long but at that time it seemed to me that she was being selfish. She and Jonathan had found love almost as soon as they met but dated for almost five years before mom said yes. And, a few months later I was so happy that she did. An eleven year old has a right to change her mind! Not that I ever had anything against Jonathan - I should call him Dad now. I remember seeing him often when mom and he were dating. He came home sometimes and was always caring and affectionate. The affection was real and he wasn't just pretending to like me to impress mom. I discovered how much after he married mom. I've grown to love him deeply and he's "Dad" with no reservations or qualifiers. I don't think my real dad would have loved mom and me any more. Which is what makes this whole thing so difficult. I first met Daniel a few weeks before mom and Jonathan got married. He was 19 but looked older. I remember there was a lot of tension around the table that evening. Jonathan was angry for some reason, mom was apprehensive and Daniel's expression ranged from indifferent to uncomfortable to angry. The dinner ended with him and Jonathan arguing about something and mom trying to mediate. I didn't understand the reason for the fight. It just kind of erupted. On my part, I liked Daniel. He had this amused smile on his face that made you feel he could look into your soul with his deep green eyes. He was tall, about 6' 2", and with his long brown hair and stubble he looked like a rock star. I remember being fascinated by the tattoos on his arms that disappeared over his shoulder and under his shirt. Mom said later that he had turned out bad but I found that difficult to believe. Even in the middle of being angry with dad he managed to smile and wink at me. After reconciling to getting a new dad, I already liked the idea of having an older brother, especially one like Daniel. The next time I saw Daniel again was at the wedding. He had shaved and groomed his hair and looked strikingly handsome. I remembered hoping he would remove his jacket and roll up his sleeves so I could see his tattoos again, but it didn't happen. I had told all my friends about his tattoos, and we all stared at Daniel throughout that day. We were constantly breaking into giggles because he knew and he often looked at us and winked. I saw the older girls look at him with bright flirtatious eyes; I know now what that look really means. At that moment I was just so proud that he was my brother, even if only a step brother. I didn't see Daniel much even when mom and I moved into Dad's house. He was rarely at home although I saw him hanging around in the parking lot outside Sainsburys with his friends. I had heard enough about him by now, most of it pieced together in snatches of conversation between mom and dad, that I was wary of climbing the flight of stairs to his room at the top level. He always had a pack of gum or candy to slip into my, his baby sister's, hand. He never ever called me "Sam" like Dad and mom or "Sammie" like my friends, it was always "baby sister" and although I didn't like being referred to as a baby it felt nice, special in some way. Daniel was always nice to mom too but somehow Dad always managed to get him angry. I never understood it then and still don't now. Jonathan is the most loving and caring parent one could have but Daniel resents him with a vehemence that shocks me. I loved him even more when he came to my defense that awful day. It had been raining and was getting dark when I walked back from school. I was shocked when something wet struck my face. It stung and I looked around to see a used condom lying near my school shoes. I felt something sticky coat my fingers as I rubbed my smarting cheek. I was still shocked by the unexpected violence of being smacked on the face, when I heard the laughter. Two older boys, who I knew vaguely from school, were standing there and laughing. "You fucking Paki," yelled one of them. I began running, as fast as I could. I turned the corner and ran past the Sainsburys parking lot, tears in my eyes, sobbing. I didn't notice Daniel and his friends until he ran after me and caught me. My body was racked with sobs when he asked me gently, "What happened baby sister?" I couldn't speak for a few seconds and he hugged me all that time , whispering gently. "Easy baby girl, easy," he stroked my hair. "Tell me what happened." I gathered my voice and pointed down the street behind us and mumbled, "Those awful boys .. called me Paki .. threw a condom." I burst into tears. Daniel just nodded but there was a hard expression on his face that scared me and sent me into another burst of crying. He hugged me close and walked me home. Mom and dad were not home and he helped me wash my face. He made me a cup of hot chocolate while I changed my clothes and sat at the edge of my bed until I fell asleep. Daniel was arrested a few days after that. Neighbors looked at me and whispered as I walked home after school that day. There were cars with flashing lights outside our home and cops in the living room. Mom rushed me into the kitchen and made me a sandwich and then went out to console dad whose voice was choked. I woke up early the next morning, to read the paper before mom and dad woke up. Daniel and some of his friends, the paper called it a gang, had beaten two school boys to pulp. One of them was in hospital fighting for his life with broken ribs and a collapsed lung. The other had a splintered jaw. I trembled as I read the news story. There was a picture of Daniel in handcuffs and a big bruise on his face. His friends were never identified but Daniel had just kept punching the boys even when the cops arrived. Daniel never told dad, or anyone else, why he had done it and the secret of my involvement in the episode remained buried deep in both our hearts. I went to see Daniel in prison a few years later. I wanted to say something to him, tell him that unlike dad and mom I hadn't written him off. But no words came out. We sat together in silence for 20 minutes, holding hands. I was crying silently, and he sat there with a stern, slightly embarrassed look on his face. I knew he understood what I had meant to say. I never went back to see him, partly because he asked me not to but also because it was too painful to see him in those prison clothes surrounded by claustrophobic steel bars. We never wrote or phoned. I wouldn't have known what to say to him. * Five days ago * I came back from college for the holidays. I worked out an extended break with my doctoral guide and planned to spend time catching up with mom and dad. I love coming home and I know they like it too. But I wasn't prepared for what happened on Friday night. Daniel called one night from prison to say he was being released early and asked if he could come and stay in his old room for a week while he looked for a job and another flat. Mom and I stared at Dad not sure of who he was talking to and why his face had turned white. Dad mumbled into the speaker, incoherently, "Yes." He sat frozen for a few seconds after he hung up. "Danny's coming home," he looked at mom and said in a choked voice. Mom got up and sat next to dad holding him. I couldn't even begin to describe my own feelings. A crazy mix of excitement, overwhelming guilt and a warm feeling of love. I gave dad a hug, leaving him and mom to gather themselves and went up to my room to be with my own thoughts, glancing up the stairs to the locked door to Daniel's room. * Yesterday * I woke up late after a wonderful night out with friends. I had gone to the theatre with Karen and her husband David. They are older but treat me as equals. David is a brilliant city analyst and loves to make fun of my impending doctorate. I'm proud of being one of the youngest ever PhDs but Dr Sam (as David loves to call me) still leaves me flustered. Anyway, we chatted and we drank and David called a taxi to drop me home at some 3 am. The first thing that entered my mind when I awoke was that Daniel was coming home today. I knew I was going to be alone when he came. Mom had suggested that dad stay home but he gruffly said that it wasn't important enough for him to rework his calendar. I stretched languidly, thinking of Daniel, his lazy smile and the way he used to call me baby sister. It brought a smile to my lips. But then I thought of how I had seen him last surrounded by guards and bars. I wondered what he looked like now, what 8 years in her majesty's prison had done to him. And whether he held me responsible for the waste of his life. I shook my head clear and kicked the covers away. Jumping out of bed, I immediately began my 15 minutes of yoga. I slept in the nude and often, like today, chose not to dress up before my yoga. I am not the kind of person who works out vigorously but I like to stay in shape. I am naturally petite, about 5'4 and less than hundred pounds with brown skin typical of my Indian origins. I do have uncharacteristically small breasts, 32b, but I've never been ashamed of them. I cupped them casually, one at a time, as I brushed my teeth and was amused by the aroused hardness of my nipples. I noticed the sparkle in my eyes and realized how excited I was. I walked down the carpeted stairs quietly, caught up in my own thoughts and came to a sudden halt at the foot of the stairs. Daniel was here! Standing there looking out of the kitchen window with a cup of tea in his hand. He had obviously been at home for a while and had used the gym in the basement. I could see the sweaty sheen on his body. He wore nothing but a pair of denim shorts and his muscles rippled as he raised the cup to his lips, a half burnt cigarette in his other hand. The long hair was gone, in its place a short prison cut. The tattoos that started on his arms covered a large part of his shoulders and back. There was a scar on his side, a dark long mark that gave a dangerous edge to his perfect body. His firm ass filled out those tight shorts in a highly sexual, almost obscene way and my eyes lingered. I was distracted, disturbed by the feelings that rose in my heart. They were sensual, not entirely sisterly. And then he turned, our eyes locked and I stood there frozen, almost guilty, and overwhelmingly shy. I saw his eyes move and take me in. They made me aware of myself. I had worn a loose T before coming down, hadn't bothered with a bra, my legs were bare but for a pair of very short shorts, barefoot, no make-up except dark painted nails and toes. I felt a turmoil inside me and then he spoke. "Care for a cuppa baby sister?" he took a step towards the counter and began to pour me a cup. I walked up slowly, struck by the almost matter-of-fact way he spoke to me, as if this was just another day, as if the last eight years had not happened. He handed me the cup, and he had the same familiar amused smile on his lips. I was standing barely a foot away and I could see that it didn't extend to his eyes. Our fingers touched as I took the cup from him and looked up into his face. "So how've you been sis? Are you a doctor yet?" he asked. Daniel stepped back from me and leaned back on the work-top, lighting another cigarette, his biceps flexing as he brought it to his lips. I played with my cup, my eyes constantly drawn to his bare chest, to the scar on his left side that extended to the front of his body, to the way his tattoos rippled as he lit his cigarette. "No, not yet," I replied. He put his own, empty, cup of tea down in the sink and reached out and touched my hand holding the cup. "Your tea ok?" he asked. "Yes. Perfect!" I said automatically. I hadn't even touched it to my lips. It felt weird to be talking like this. Like two characters in a bad play. "I know mom and dad are out till the evening. Do you have any plans for today?" he continued talking. "Perhaps I can cook you breakfast? I learnt to cook in prison and I bet prison food is better than what you students eat anyway." His words sounded rehearsed and once again the grin on his face wasn't reflected in his eyes. "Breakfast it is baby girl," I heard him say with a smile. I must have responded with a yes to his question but I didn't remember having said it. He busied himself immediately scouring the fridge for food. I wasn't prepared for the small talk. I wasn't prepared to see him, period. So I just stood there and stared. My lips trembling as my brain tried to sort out the confusion of emotions and thoughts in my head. He grabbed some eggs and butter from the fridge and walked back towards the stove. His hip brushed mine in the confined space. As his body touched mine for the second time this morning I felt a reaction in my body. It took me by surprise. And suddenly the sense of confusion overwhelmed me. A tingling of my skin, a hardening of my nipples, a moist warmth between my legs, a loud drumming in my ears. My mouth hung open as I struggled with this crazy, weird, forbidden emotion. I wanted to object to his calling me baby girl but I realized I kind of liked him calling me that. At the same time I wanted him to know that I was no longer a baby. No longer someone he needed to protect. "So baby girl, you got a boyfriend then?" he glanced at me mischievously. "Or do you perhaps bat for the other team." I glared back at Daniel, refusing to answer the question about a boyfriend. I have one, but right then the sight of him was overpowering my senses. There was a sudden sexual tension in the air, I didn't know whether he felt it too, but his reference to me being a possible lesbian did little to lighten it. He saw my dark look and grinned again. "Sorry, just being silly, prison humour." I watched as he moved around the kitchen. I'm really clumsy around the kitchen, and with most things in general. I was fascinated by the way he knew his way around the jars, pans and knives. I leaned back in my chair, aware that my nipples were sticking out through the thin fabric. A perverse version of me wanted him to look at me, see that I was no longer the eleven year old girl, even to see my arousal. I had seen his eyes look at me earlier. I had recognized that hungry look, had seen it infinite number of times from others. Somehow, getting that look from Daniel didn't shock me. It warmed me. I remember wondering idly if 8 years in the prison create all this bottled up male sexuality. I could almost smell it in the air. I barely tasted my tea. My senses were focused on his body, so much masculinity, so close. "Stop it sammie," a voice screamed in my head. "He's your brother." But it did nothing to the increasing moisture between my legs, to the racing of my heart, the heaviness I could feel in my breasts. And then I began to cry. The bottled up guilt of years combined with the confusion of emotions in my head made me vulnerable. I sobbed softly, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. Daniel turned then and looked at me. The expression on his face was one of deep pain as he stared at me and in a few quick steps he had flung his arms around me. I buried my face into his chest and wrapped my arms around his bare back, my hands gripping his muscled shoulder and lower back. I looked up at Daniel through my tears. I can't remember a word of what he said to me but I remember each twitch of his lips, the musky male smell of his body filling my nostrils, the protective feel of his strong arms around me. I don't know how long we held each other before his lips pressed against mine. I remember I gasped and he pulled away in alarm, a haunted expression in his eyes. But I pulled his face back to me and we kissed again. It was a kiss of deep love, of shared need, of desire. I knew it was wrong but it felt right. More right than all the boys, and some men, that I had kissed. I realized in that moment that I loved Daniel. Loved him more than anyone else in the world and it wasn't the kind of love a sister should feel for her brother. I felt elated that Daniel shared my love. Our kissing was full of desperation, of years of want. We kissed and we cried. We kissed again and we laughed and our hands groped each other. I pressed myself into him, crushing my hard nipples against his chest. My hands felt his strong muscular back and his hands fell to my arse. I moaned with each kiss gripping him with even more desire. Daniel's grunts released his pent up frustration and desire as our tongues met and wrestled with each other. My slender fingers wrapping themselves around the back of his neck and his big hands slipping under my bottom. "God! You are beautiful, baby girl," I heard him whisper as he lifted me off my feet. I don't know how he carried me into the living room and lay me down on the sofa, his own body following, resting his weight on his elbows and engulfing me as he kissed me again. I felt him then, his crotch against mine and I moaned my need as I ground back. I had never felt so out of control, so wanton, as I pressed myself against him. My lips felt as if they were on fire, sucking hungrily on his. I was highly sensitive to his hands exploring me. I saw the lust in his eyes as he looked at me and felt it in the throbbing hardness inside his shorts pressing against me. I felt beautiful, desirable and even in my aroused state I noticed how gentle he was. I remember wondering if it's because it was me, his baby sister, or if he was like that with everyone. I remember experiencing a storm of jealousy for every girl he had ever been with. And I remember lifting my head and kissing him with passion, moaning deep inside my throat. He kissed me again and then slowly and with almost extreme delicacy he began to peel off my t-shirt. My body twisted and writhed on the sofa as he undressed me. He kissed my skin as it became exposed and moved to my breasts, taking the dark nipples in his mouth and kissing them gently, rolling them to a painful hardness between his lips and tongue. The expression in his eyes was soft as he looked at me just before his lips closed around my nipples. His touch was gentle, playful, arousing and liberating. I watched with growing love as my nipples disappeared inside his mouth. His hands moved downwards and slowly tugged my panties down. I suppressed a guttural moan as his coarse hands tugged at my panties. I felt a moment of panic as I saw him release my nipples and pull away. It subsided as I watched him draw my panties down my legs. His hands caressed my thighs, and he kissed my knees. As he tugged the panties off my feet, a voice danced inside my head, "Ohh my God! I'm naked. Naked in my big brother's arms." He sat at the end of the sofa holding my feet in his hands and looked at me, my dark body naked and exposed. I looked back at him and I felt no shame. I was fascinated by the contrast of his white skin against my dark brown, reminding me that he was only my step brother but I knew even that didn't make our love right. I extended a hand to him and he took it as he bent his body over mine. His lips kissed my tummy and then I saw him, felt him, press his lips against my mound. His tongue tracing the lips and the moist crack. He entwined the fingers of our hands and I watched as his tongue darted out to lick my labia, my body tensing as his tongue flicked out and teased my clit. I arched and shuddered as he licked it. Daniel and I Steven stood up. "Right, that's me done for the afternoon, I'm going to go and get some tea. I'll see you down the pub later, Daniel?" He was already halfway out the door when Daniel decided to get up and see his friend off. "Yes, definitely. Is The Duke alright with you? I have to pop in to Auntie Jen's beforehand, I left my wallet there after the party yesterday." I could hear them both laughing about the previous night down at The Duke. Having turned 18 the day before I didn't feel brave enough to join them down there without being challenged by the landlord for identification, despite Daniel's insistence that it would be just fine. By some crazy coincidence, Daniel's birthday had also been the day before but, as he'd just turned 21, he celebrated with a night at the pub with his mates whilst I stayed home with my friends and enjoyed a meal from the local Chinese take away. Between the three of us, Steven, Daniel and I had decided to have a celebration of our own at Daniel's grandmother's house the following day with a bottle of champagne left over from the party and some drink taken from Steven's parent's alcohol cabinet. I took my friend Laura along in the guise that it wouldn't be fair on Steven to the be the gooseberry between Daniel and I but the truth was that I was so self conscious around the opposite sex that to go without a friend in tow would have me reduced to a quivering pool of anxiety. "See ya later then, mate.... Yep... About 8 o' Clock. Yep. Bye!" The door clicked shut and Daniel appeared around the door giving me the cheesiest smile I ever did see. "I can not believe Steve-o only went down to his boxers. I got it all off, did you see?" Of course I saw, I couldn't stop looking at my new boyfriend's body. And not just my new boyfriend's body, my first *proper* boyfriend's body. He was about five feet, eleven inches tall, average build, brown hair that he held in place with hair gel and bright blue eyes. It was those eyes that caught my attention in the first place. At five feet and six inches tall and carrying what my parents affectionately referred to as 'puppy fat' I was sure Daniel was looking at my friend and not me. Unlike my pretty, blonde and blue-eyed friend, both my brown hair and brown eyes never seemed to stand out for me, I was never the focus of anybody's attention. "Yeah, I saw. That was so funny!" I tried desperately to sound as excited and amused as he clearly was but the truth is I was still so very shy despite the 2 glasses of champagne and 2 vodka shots I'd downed only a half hour earlier while the guys we're stripping. It was easier to feel more confident with Laura sat beside me but now that she and Steven had both gone I felt more than aware it was just me and Daniel in the house alone. I wasn't afraid of him by any means, he was sweet and thoughtful but he was still a hormone-driven young man and as he walked over to the sofa where I was sitting, I saw his eyes glue themselves to the generous breasts that I had been teased mercilessly about since I began developing aged just 9 years old. The kind of teasing that left me wondering if I was abnormal or whether I would repulse people for the rest of my life. But Daniel had made me feel at ease all week. He'd escorted me home from school every day, proudly draping his arm over my shoulders or around my waist, pulling me in closer and planting kisses on my head. For the first time since I hit puberty I felt normal. And now sat in front of Daniel I felt desirable. Wanted. He stopped right in front of me, my eyes level with his belly button. Light wisps of hair trailed downward in to the top of his tracksuit bottoms and I smiled to myself as the thought of how I got lucky enough to have this fine specimen stood before me entered my mind. Daniel bent over and took my hands from their place in my lap and pulled me up to my feet. He planted a kiss full on my lips and pulled away for a brief second to gauge my reaction before going in again for a full on passionate embrace that ended with the pair of us falling back down on to the sofa, locked at the mouth, pulling each other as close as we could. "Let's go back upstairs, Baby. The bed is far more comfy than this." Daniel said, nodding toward the sofa I was pinned down on. Again, Daniel pulled me up to my feet but this time I felt the alcohol in my legs and held on to Daniel's arm to steady myself. "Okay then..." I whispered. A small voice in my head told me that if I did go up there right now, I wouldn't be a virgin when I came back down and as I walked past the front door a million excuses to leave ran through my mind. I headed to Daniel's bedroom while he took care of locking the doors downstairs. As I sat down on his bed my stomach was doing flips and my pussy was getting wet. While I was a virgin and generally shy around the opposite sex, I was by no means frigid. I had been sexually aware of myself for a long while now, frequently masturbating with phallic-shaped objects for the last 8 years at least. I knew how to get off, how I liked it and often treated myself to it whilst home alone. It wasn't long before Daniel had made his way up to the bedroom, he was still topless from the stripping earlier and his tracksuit bottoms made no secret of the incredibly generous package he was concealing inside them. He was raring to go already. He took a seat beside me on the bed and kissed me again, his left hand cupping my cheek and his right hand on my shoulder gently pulling me towards him. My cheeks flushed slightly from not knowing where to put my hands before I made a quick decision to place one one on his thigh and the other on his chest. He felt slightly clammy, I briefly allowed myself to think maybe he was as nervous as me but remembering his enthusiastic striptease earlier wasted no time casting doubt on that. Daniel mirrored my hand on his chest by placing his on mine which then slid slightly over to the uppermost fastened button on my shirt and unfastened it then went on to unfasten the rest. In a rare display of initiative, I swung my legs around to get myself in to a kneeling position and Daniel followed suit, taking the opportunity to peel my unfastened shirt over my shoulder and toss it on the floor. Face to face and still kissing, Daniel slid his hands around my waist and rested them on my ass and pulled me in closer. I could feel his hard cock pressing in to me as his tongue explored my mouth. Taking his hands from my ass, he placed them over mine and guided my hands to the drawstring cord holding his tracksuit bottoms in place. "Untie them, Baby..." He breathed in to my mouth. I had to break the kiss completely to look down to where my hands were, a mixture of the alcohol from before and the anxiety of I was doing and what was about to happen made simple tasks seem impossible. Ah, success! "Now take them off for me. Please." My head was swimming from excitement and vodka as I thumbed at the waist band before pulling them down to the knees he was still rested on. I wasn't surprised to find he was wearing no underwear, he'd obviously not put them back on after the strip. I stared wide-eyed at his cock, fairly certain that all the inanimate objects I'd used to get myself off in the past were not nearly that big. Daniel's hands at the button of my jeans snapped my attention back to my current situation. I looked back up at him, straight in to his blue eyes. "It's OK." He soothed. I hadn't told him I was still a virgin, maybe he had sensed my nervousness and made the assumption. Maybe he didn't know at all. Maybe I was thinking too much and... Daniel had unbuttoned my jeans now and had his hands on my hips inside the waistband. Oh God, how was it possible to be to excited yet so terrified all at the same time? The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end as his hands ran down my thighs pushing my jeans down to my knees. His right hand moved to the inside of my right leg just above the knee and he ran his hand all the way back up the inside until his thumb met my panties. A shiver ran right through me as Daniel's hand turned to cup my crotch. His fingers brushing at my pussy entrance through my underwear and the heel of his palm pressed up against my clitoris. Without fully realising it, I began grinding down on to his hand and he responded by pushing upwards. After a few delicious minutes we pulled each other in close, locking lips again. Daniel's cock now pressing right up against my mound. There was absolutely no denying my readiness for this, my pink panties with a glitter heart-shaped motif were soaked at the crotch. I laughed nervously when Daniel moved my panties to one side and confirmed that I did indeed feel "very ready". Taking my lead from him, we both removed our bottoms fully and he guided me down on to my back while he stayed up on his knees. Self consciously I had kept my legs bent. Daniel placed a hand on each of my knees and pulled them gently apart, exposing my pussy and the giveaway wetness that proved my wanting. He touched my pussy and covered his fingers in my juices, paying special attention to spread it all over my clit. As his fingers danced over it, my back arched involuntarily, silently begging him to press harder on me as he had done while we were kneeling. Daniel had positioned himself between my legs to gain full access to my sopping wet pussy. Using two fingers now, he spread more of my juices over my clit and began to pay it more attention. I pushed myself up on to my elbows to watch what he was doing to me. He trapped my clit between his two fingers and squeezed them together causing me to call out. "Oh my God, Daniel!" "It's OK baby, I'll be gentle." "No, you don't have to be gentle... I mean..." I trailed off, suddenly shy again. "Tell me what you want, baby." Daniel urged. I laid back down again and looked at the ceiling, not wanting to catch his stare. "I like what you're doing to me, don't stop. And you don't have to be so gentle, it feels really good." Daniel went back to my clitoris, rubbing it and pinching it between his fingers and occasionally dipping back down towards my hole to keep me lubricated with my own juices. I couldn't help but call out with lust every time his fingers brushed over my opening without exploring the inside of me. I wanted it so much and Daniel knew it. He also knew exactly what he was doing. "You're so ready baby. You're so wet." And yet for another few minutes he fucked with my mind and not with my pussy. Bringing me to the very brink of orgasm and gently deflating me. And again. And again. All with the clever use of two fingers and my own personal brand of natural lube. Feeling that familiar tingle in my hips for the fourth time, my back arched and I pressed my mound in to Daniel's hand, silently urging him press harder on my clitoris. Instead he dipped back down toward my pussy and lubed up his skillful fingers once more. Lingering at my opening for longer than before, I got up on my elbows again and looked at Daniel. He caught my glance and locked on to me with his eyes and he pushed his juiced up fingers right inside me as far as he could and stroked as much of the inside of me as he could before pulling them out again and repeated the delicious process over and over. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I fell back as my first orgasm from somebody else crashed over me. I felt completely inhibited and called out to Daniel, to Jesus, to God with each wave of pleasure. The orgasm subsided, leaving a throb in my pussy as a reminder of what had just happened. Daniel looked suitably pleased with himself too and crawled over me and put a long and lingering kiss on my lips. "That sounded like fun, baby." Another nervous laugh escaped me. "Yeah... Wow!" Daniel's hard cock now was pressed between my mound and his pubic bone. It slipped nicely between my outer lips and Daniel was now grinding it against my sensitive clitoris. He kissed me again, presumably to distract me from the longer grind downward he took which set his cock free from between us so it could slide nicely down to the entrance of my still throbbing pussy. My eyes gave me away as a flash of anxiety made it's way through my entire body. Daniel must have realised so he kissed me again and pressed his cheek against mine. "It'll be OK baby. Ready?" I nodded, my arousal taking over fully now. "Yes. Please, Daniel. Now." Having been masturbating with inanimate objects for a few years, there was no pain. What felt strange to me was the warmth of a real flesh and blood cock filling my pussy. Daniel held his cock inside me for a while, kissing my head and making sure I was ok. I obviously hadn't told him about my years of pleasuring myself and but I considered it in that moment. Instead I just nodded. So he withdrew fully and then re-entered a little harder. "Oh my God, Daniel yes!" Daniel took my encouragement as a sign to treat me a little less delicately and began thrusting in to me at a good pace, withdrawing fully with every stroke and pushing slowly and firmly as far in as I could accommodate. He positioned himself so that his pubic bone pressed firmly up against mine, my swollen clit taking the full force of the friction we created. It wasn't long before I could feel a familiar ballooning sensation as my pussy went in to spasm and I started orgasming for the second time. "Oh shit, oh shit baby. It feels like you're sucking me in." Daniel was very obviously about to cum. His breaths were short and he started to call out. "Oh my God. Baby, I'm coming... I'm coming..." "Me too..!" My pussy clenched around Daniel's cock, milking every drop from him that he could offer. His cock swelled and throbbed with every wad he left inside me. Then his arms relaxed and he sank down on top of me, breathing hard. "...Fuck. That was amazing." Daniel spoke in to my shoulder where his head was rested. I was too scared to speak, overwhelmed with emotion and not wanting to give my secret away. I turned to face the wall as a tear rolled down my cheek and seeped in to the pillow. I closed my eyes and drifted off in to a light sleep with Daniel still inside me. Daniel & Janet This is a story of my own experience. It is how began to love older women. Older women, you simply cannot stop loving them once you get started. By the way, my name is Daniel and I live in Singapore and probably the only one from there in this site. This is my first time writing to Literotica and will continue to write, depending on feedback. I love to writ, so give me tips on how to write good stuff. My name is Daniel and I live in Singapore, which is a small country in Asia but modern enough to be a well-known country. Mainly urban area, my country has more apartment style homes due to its small size. My experience happened during the time when I was 19 and was serving my country in the army as a National Service (it is compulsory here for guys who turn 18 years old to be enlisted in the army for duration of 2 and half years. I am quite a good looker. Standing at 6 feet tall with 160 pounds, I made up for my small size with the help of my charms. I have been trained from young to talk with women as my Mom has many sisters and I grew up among them. So, flattery came naturally to me. But it didn't get me anywhere, as the society I live in is conservative. Getting it on with girls my age posed as a problem at that time. Often I used to watch my female neighbor change in her room (when I use to go her home) and then run off to jack off in my room. I was quite horny at that time. I spent my time with my pals going to the discos here drink my head out till the morning sun comes up. That was I met her. One September night, there I was partying with my friends at the disco. At that time I didn't have a girlfriend, so I was alone. My sex life was even more pathetic as I did not have a girlfriend, besides, I did not even know how to have sex, apart from the regular jack-off sessions I had from watching porn or spying on my neighbour (which is a totally different story altogether) I saw this small sized woman, sitting at 2 tables away from us. She was watching us or more like watching me. I saw her smile when I looked at her, so I smiled back. Then, she got up walked towards me with the grace of a leopard stalking its prey, with confidence so strong. No doubt she was small, she had a body to die for. She stood at 5 feet 3 inches and had 36c boobs; slim at the waist and nice round ass to go with. She has legs that you can lick forever and still cannot get enough of. Her lips are small and pouty that is meant to suck serious cock to give you the ultimate blowjob. She was like a dream come true. All of a sudden, I lost all my confidence that I naturally had, to the sight of this woman, this goddess. I didn't know what to do. She was approaching me and I had little time on my hands to think of what to say to her when she comes to me. All this nervous breakdown and the sight of body coming towards me, gave me an instant erection, which was quite obvious because my cock stands at 8 inches when erect. It was quite a show. She came to me and said, "Hi there." Her voice was seductive. "Hi. Are you new here?" I asked. "Yes. This is my first time to this place. Normally I wouldn't go to place so crowded", she said coolly. "Well! This is the place to be, if want to be noticed." I said, with a brave front. "I seem to see that clearly, especially in you." With that her eyes moved slowly down to my crotch, smilingly. Then it struck me that she was looking at my cock, which was now at full mast and being all of it's 8 inches showing, I suddenly was dumbfounded, unknowing what to do. I didn't know what to say. Then, in total surprise to me, she slowly used her hand to stroke my cock. I thought I would cum right there and then. Her hand moved slowly up to the tip of my rigid pole and came back down to rest and cup my balls. Then she said, "I always like a man to express himself without words and right now I definitely love what I see." With that she lightly gripped my mast, which sent a million shockwaves to my head, which was already swimming. I thought I was cumming already. "Come, let's leave this place now and go somewhere private, like my place." There I was, following her, like an obedient child, and leaving my friends. We got to her car, which was a bright yellow Porsche 911, and within minutes we were gunning down the highway to her place. On the way, she asked me, "How old are you?" "Nineteen", I said. "Do you know how old am I?" she queried. By looking at her height, I said, "Maybe you're 25 years old." She laughed in a seductive way and said, "You really flatter me. Actually, I'm 35 years old." "You got to be kidding. It must be a mistake." She looked at me with such longing eyes and there I knew that she wasn't making fun of me. This night was turning out to be something different after all. Here I was, with the most beautiful 35 years old, who has a body that any man will kill to have. And there she chooses to be sitting next to an inexperienced teenager. After a half hour drive, we arrived at her house on the eastern side of the island. The house was as beautiful as it's owner. A three-storey mansion with a pool, drive-in porch and the works. I stood there admiring its beauty when she said, "Let's go inside. I went in with her, holding her hands and was struck by the even beautiful interior. Later I found out she was an architect, which explained the perfection of her house. I went over to the couch at sat down. She went over to the bar and brought me a drink and poured one for herself. As she was walking to the bar, I watch her full ass moving sensuously, which made my cock jump to attention. From where she was standing, as she was mixing us drinks, I noticed that she was looking in my direction. She then walked over in the in the most seductive way, with her hips swaying from side-to-side and stood in front of me, leg apart. As I was leaning back in the couch, I could see pussy as she was wearing a mini-skirt. That made my cock, which was at half-mast, stand up even straighter. I saw her smile and she said, "You know. You are really tempting me with you cock standing up like that. I think I should do something about it." With she knelt down, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants in the most erotic way imaginable. That alone was very mind-blowing. After removing my pants, she pulled down my boxers and my 8-inch weapon sprang out, pointing skyward. Looking up to me, she licked her lips and kissed my circumcised head. She licked the length of my cock upwards. Her tongue traced my contours down to my balls and she sucked on them. As it was my first time that I screwed someone, let alone give me a blowjob, I was squirming in ecstasy. She went back up to my cock head and slowly put her slick, wet mouth on to it and slowly made my cock disappear into the sweet mouth of hers. As she was moving up and down my shaft. I began to feel my brain telling me to cum. She sensed this and moved off me dropped beside me on the couch. I was bewildered on what to do next. She asked, "What are you waiting for?" "What do I do?" I asked "Don't you know?" I looked down to floor, clearly embarrassed on not knowing anything. "Is this your first time?" "Yes and I have not been with a girl this close." With that answer, I thought that that's the end of my great night with a woman. So, I hung my head in shame. She held out her hand and touches my face and smiled and said, "Kneel between my legs." So I knelt and saw for the first time a pussy so up close and personal. There was a sweet musky smell that made my head swim. I getting erect the sight of the pussy. She smiled, "Now, lick me like you would an ice-cream when you were a child." So I proceeded to lick her cunt slowly. After few minutes she began to squirm in her seat and said "Faster! On my clit!" Then, the next few minutes I spent fervently licking the tiny love bud that was erect like my cock. As I was licking her faster, my cock began to twitch harder and spew out the first pre-cum of the night. "Oh, yes, baby. That's it! I almost there. Faster! Faster! Yessss! Yesss! Oh! Oh!", she screamed. I thought she was in pain. So I stopped abruptly. "Don't stop now! Carry on! Hurry up!" Hearing this, I continued with what I was doing. The she exploded, "I'm gonna cum soon, lover! I'm gonna cum! Cummmmming now! Ugggggh yesssssss! Oooooh yesssss! Fuck!" With that she arches her back and pulled my head, burying my face in her cum soaked pussy, with me still licking her. Quickly she pulled me up and said, "Shove it in me, now! I want that 8 inch pole of yours now!" I got closer to her on my knees and aimed my love pole towards her pussy. Ever so slowly I entered, cautious of not doing any harm to her. She sighed in the most sensually and that got me braver. Then I inched my way in her cunt and brought to the hilt. She was rotating her hips erotically. With the current sensations rocking my mind, I started to rock my hips back and forth like a piston charged up with energy. She was moving to the beat of my pistoning and I was going crazy with the thought that I was fucking this woman old enough to be my mother. She reached out and pulled me on top of her and searched my lips. Together, we locked lips and kissed madly. Her tongue darted back and forth into my mouth, finding my tongue, entwining. I squeezed her breasts, which were like round globes, so soft to the touch. I brought my mouth to her breasts and sucked on her nipple, which made her arch her back. All this time, I was fucking her, my balls were building up the tension that ached for release. I knew what was coming and that would be soon. I was rocking back harder against me. Somehow, I knew she was at her peak too. The she exploded, "I'm cumming, CUMMING, ahhhhhhhhhhuuugggggh!" Seeing her come a second time was too much to take. I pulled out my hot rod and began stroking vigourously. Spurts and spurts of thick white cum spewing from my cock came flying out. The first string of jizz landed squarely on boobs. The next one landed on her face, which she took with her fingers and put it in her mouth. She then took my still spurting cock and started to suck like there was no tomorrow, cleaning up whatever that was left in me. I was really exhausted. By the time she finished sucking, I was like beat up. Both of us curled up against each other and drifted of to sleep… (Part 2 to come) Daniel & Melissa Daniel sat on the plane, unable to concentrate on his book or the in-flight magazine the airline supplied. He was just far too excited – or was it nervous - to think about anything but the fact that he was finally going to meet Melissa in person. He and Melissa had met through the internet, and had been e-mail buddies for three years. They had exchanged hundreds of mails and pics over that time, and knew each other as well as any of them knew their best friends at home who they saw daily. They also knew things about each other that not even the closest of their respective close friends at home knew about them. Daniel had always liked writing, and one day while searching the internet for new websites related to writing, he had found a site dedicated to erotic fiction. Through that website, by submitting stories to its archives and chatting to other authors and readers, he had made a few friends and contacts. None of them had had as significant an impact on his life as Melissa. He and Melissa had just clicked when they started communicating; they had an understanding of each other that neither of them could find with anyone else, they had much in common, and they both shared their innermost thoughts, worries and fantasies with the other. In Melissa, Daniel had a friend he could turn to whenever he wanted to talk about something, anything, and be safe in the knowledge that he would get understanding and intelligent feedback. He felt that he provided the same sort of friend to Melissa. Because erotic fiction was the theme of the website they had met through, sex, desire and fantasy took up a lot of their conversation. They shared their most secret and basic fantasies of sexual pleasure with each other, and they discussed what they liked and disliked about sexual matters. Daniel understood more about Melissa's sexual preferences and wishes, and she about his, than any of them had ever done with a real, physical, partner. None of them had ever been able to commit to a long term relationship, because none of them could find the security or satisfaction that they desired sexually. And when one of them needed to talk about a problem or worry sexually, or just share a fantasy or describe a desire or new experience that they had enjoyed, the other was always there. Daniel and Melissa had a special bond, unlike any other two people. Eventually, the question that they had both wanted to ask, but were afraid to, had come up in conversation. Why didn't one of them fly across the Atlantic and meet the other in person? They both saw it as a risk; each of them had trouble bonding with another person in a relationship, and both of them had someone they could talk to about anything, but by meeting and taking their friendship to a more personal level, they might risk loosing what they had through their internet relationship. They had finally decided it was worth the risk, and Daniel had booked his flight over to America. The whole flight had been one of nerve wracking anticipation and anxiety. Finally, he was going to meet the one girl on the planet who he had managed to get close to, trusted and felt comfortable talking to about anything. The plane descended towards the runway, and Daniel looked down at the airport terminal building, knowing that somewhere in there, Melissa was waiting for him. *** Melissa paced up and down in the arrivals lounge. Daniel's flight had been delayed by an hour, and in that time she had sat here getting more and more worked up about meeting him. She was a natural worrier, and she was nervous about the potential hazards of actually meeting Daniel. What if they completely destroyed the relationship they had? But she had decided the risk was worth it, and in the deepest caverns of her imagination she wanted him to be her perfect man. She had tried to stop herself from getting too hopeful or expecting too much, but she knew herself that she had already fallen into the fantasy that Daniel was going to arrive and solve all the problems in her life, as far as finding a partner was concerned. An hour of worry and apprehension finally ended when the doors opened and the stream of arrivals started pouring through. In the crowd she picked him out without difficulty; he had sent enough pictures of himself through the internet that she recognised him easily, and he was so tall – 6'4" – that he stood above most of the crowd anyway. He was dressed in black jeans and a grey t-shirt, and had a large bag in each hand. She knew he had saw and recognised her also; his grey eyes were fixed on her as he strode towards her, a look of mixed happiness and nervousness on his face; exactly how she was feeling inside herself. She noted happily that he was as handsome in person as he looked in digital picture. She stood waiting for him, her arms hanging loosely at her sides. She fought down an urge to run forward and throw herself at him, greet him like a husband or boyfriend returning home, but she resisted the urge. She wasn't sure yet how things were going to go, or even how she wanted them to go. He stopped in front of her, looked down into her eyes as they made their first close physical contact. "Hi Melissa." She had often tried to imagine how his voice would sound, usually as she was living through a sexual fantasy in her mind in which he featured, but it was softer, more gentle and even than she had imagined. His voice was out of balance with his appearance; he looked like a huge, powerfully built monster of a man, but he spoke with the voice of an intelligent and thoughtful man. She restrained herself for only a heartbeat before she moved forward, closing the final two feet of distance between them, stepped close, raised her arms around his neck, and pulled herself to him. She felt his hands on her back as his arms closed round her. "Hi Daniel," she said. "It's nice to see you at last." "Not half as nice as it is to see you," he whispered into her ear as they stood holding each other in their first physical embrace. His body felt as strong and solid as she had imagined it to be. Not too bulky, just tough and manly. She didn't ever want to let him go; in these arms felt like the safest and warmest place in the world. *** Daniel stood and breathed in the smell of Melissa. He had often wondered what kind of perfume she wore, and he now knew it was soft and sweet, a beautiful fragrance that he found quite arousing. Her long curls tickled his chin as they stood in their embrace, her arms round his neck and his hands on the small of her back, holding her close. In all the pictures he had of her, and in all the times he had imagined her beside him, he never truly appreciated her full beauty. She had a natural quality that digital reproduction could never convey, and the softness, yet firmness, of her body against his was warmer and more arousing than he had thought it possibly could be. In order to save any of them embarrassment or awkwardness as his loins started to react to her closeness, he pushed her out to arms distance, held her there to look at her face. Her deep intelligent eyes regarded him in return, her hair framed a pale skinned face, and her white toothed smile was the most dazzling thing he had ever seen. So many times he had dreamt of kissing those lips, so strongly he wanted to, that he held back no longer. He bent forward and guided his lips to hers. They kissed for the first time, long, soft and delicately, their tongues darting in and out just very slightly, enough to touch and make it more than the lips-only kiss of lesser friends. He ran his hands up her flanks, tracing the curves over her hips, into her slim waist and up her ribs, back down again, felt her hands run over his shoulders, biceps and chest. When they eventually parted, he looked up and saw that everyone else had left the lounge. They stood alone in the large room, none of them having been aware of anything except each other. "Guess we better get going," he said to her. "Where are we going to anyway?" Her already huge smile got even bigger and more beautiful, as she replied, "Straight to my flat I think. I was going to show you some of the city tonight, on the way there, but I think that can wait until tomorrow." His heart leapt and his breath caught at the implication he hoped was carried in that comment. Melissa didn't want to waste any time in public; she wanted to be alone and in private as soon as possible. With a tremendous amount of willpower, he removed his hands from her sides. "Lead the way," he said as he bent to pick up his bags. She slipped her arm through his, and stood as close as the baggage would allow, as she guided him through the airport. Outside they got a cab, and Melissa gave the driver the directions to her flat. They sat close, their legs pressed together, and their hands found each other to clasp. They sat, her pointing out landmarks and significant buildings as they passed through the city. All Daniel could do was sit and admire this girl. She was the most beautiful and desirable woman he had ever seen. But she was also very intelligent, shared more common interests with him than anyone else he knew, and he wanted to make love to her more than he wanted, or ever had wanted, anything in his life. He knew what her sexual desires and preferences were, and he wanted to provide her with everything she wanted and needed. His breath was getting short and his pulse racing as he sat there gazing adoringly at Melissa. Eventually, the cab reached the flats where Melissa lived. *** Melissa talked for the entire cab ride. It was the only way she could stop herself from touching and kissing Daniel. Desire was overcoming her, the urge to just grab this man and do everything to him that she had ever wanted to do to a man. Often in the height of passion she had been too afraid to ask her boyfriends of old about certain things, too unsure to suggest some new exciting sexual activity, but she knew Daniel understood and agreed with all of her passions and desires. In him, she could have the ideal sexual partner she had wanted for so long. She had intended keeping him at bay at first, taking things slowly and waiting until she was sure that sex was the right way to go on his visit. But that initial embrace and kiss in the airport had settled her mind; she wanted him and she wanted him badly. Tonight, she would have her perfect lover. When they reached the building in which she lived, she paid the driver as Daniel retrieved his bags from the trunk. She led him into the building's foyer, up the elevator to her floor, and to her door. Her hand shook as she unlocked the door, opened it and led Daniel into her hallway. She stepped aside and let him in, then closed and locked the door behind him. "Just dump your bags there Daniel," she told him, "we can unpack your things later." She waved at the corner of the hallway. As he lowered the heavy bags to the floor, she stepped closer to him, and was standing right beside him when he turned back to face her. She wasn't sure who moved first, who reached out first, but suddenly they had their arms around each other again, their bodies close once more, their lips and tongues finding each other with unhindered enthusiasm. Gone was the delicacy and gentleness of the airport and their first meeting, gone were the worries of whether it was right or safe to go this far this fast. There was only her, him, and the passion and security they gave and shared with each other. He was so strong, so powerful, yet also gentle and precise. His lips kissed her with careful control, and his tongue probed and rolled around her own mouth tenderly and softly. She felt the enlarging of his dick through his jeans, felt the hard bulge press against her own loins, arousing her even more, starting the engorging and lubricating of her own sexual organs. She ran her hands up and down his chest, appreciating the size and strength of his body, felt his hands do the same to her, his huge hands with their contradictory gentleness, massaging her buttocks, pressing their lower regions together harder, running up her sides, under her top and onto her skin. She started to rub herself against his swell, moving up and down on her toes, feeling the sensation of his swollen dick push into her through their clothing as she ran herself along its solid bulge time and again. "Let me show you around," she said to him, pulling away and taking him by the hand. She led him straight up the hallway, past all the doors to the last one. Melissa opened that door and led Daniel into her bedroom. "The four poster bed," Daniel said with a smile as he looked around the room. That bed had been one of the things they talked about in their erotic e-mails, and the fun possibilities of its four posts. *** Once he was in Melissa's bedroom, and saw the four poster bed, the bed that had featured in so many of his private fantasies, Daniel gave up all desire to see any of the city on his one week stay. He wanted to stay in this room for the entire time. Melissa propelled him towards that bed, shoved him down to sit on the mattress, the mattress that was a little softer than he had imagined it would be, but was still quite firm. She stood over him, looking down at him, a contemplative look on her face. He knew some of the options that would be running through her head right now, knew what she liked to do to a man once she allowed him into her bedroom. But rather than wait for her to decide what she wanted to do to him, he grabbed her by the waist, pulled her down towards him. Her legs fell to either side of his, and she knelt on the edge of the bed straddling him, her chest at his head height; perfect. He pushed her top up, and she grabbed it with her own hands to lift it over her head. As it fell to the floor she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. Daniel looked on in amazement and awe as this woman before him uncovered the most perfect pair of tits he had ever seen. They were just the right size; big enough to have some substance and cushion, but small enough to be manageable and fondled by a single hand. Her nipples were hard and erect, large and pointing straight out. He ran his hands up her body to cup those breasts, felt the delicious shape and weight of each in his hands, tweaked her nipples between fingers and thumbs, drawing a small moan of pleasure from her lips, heard her breathing grow in rapidity, then he pulled one of those nipples to his mouth. He massaged the hard point of her breast with his lips, rubbed the tip of it with his tongue, and nibbled gently with his teeth. After a moment he switched to the other side, giving that nipple equal attention. As his mouth worked on one, his fingers worked on the other. Melissa was obviously enjoying it, as her breathing was getting louder and faster, and she had lowered her hips to rub herself against the bulge of his hard dick again. Without warning he stopped, released her tits and fell back to lie on her bed. Her face came up in surprise, her eyes wild and questioning. Then as quickly as she had been deprived of pleasure, she sought a new source. She slid off of his legs and dropped to her knees on the floor beside the bed, between Daniel's legs. He could only see her head and shoulders from his current position, then her hands came into view working on the button and zipper of his jeans. With one move she removed his denims and boxers, pulled them down his legs to allow his hard dick to stand straight up into the air, where it throbbed in anticipation. He closed his eyes and laid his head back, giving Melissa the freedom to do whatever she wanted to his exposed cock. He felt her hand wrap around his shaft, gripping him tightly, them start slowly and powerfully to pump up and down. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stroked at him, her pace gradually increasing and her grip staying steady and strong. It felt wonderful, lying there having a beautiful girl whom he had only met in person for the first time less than two hours ago stroke at his dick with such carefully measured movement. The fantastic tingling tickle that ran up and down his dick with Melissa's hand sent waves of pleasure pulsing out through his entire body, and the tension began to build in his balls as she drew him ever closer to coming. He started to move his hips up and down in time with Melissa's strokes. Then she stopped. Just when he was on the verge of firing his load all over her hand, Melissa released his dick, leant back away from him. His dick throbbed, pulsed in a vain attempt to finish the job itself, but achieved nothing more than to send a dribble of pre-cum out of its head and running down the shaft. The major load of cum that Melissa had built up in him stayed locked away inside. *** Melissa sat back on her heels, gazing at Daniel's dick, waiting patiently. She had nearly lost control and drove him all the way, but she wanted to draw this out as long as possible before letting him come. It was something that she really liked about sex, the one aspect of lovemaking that could make the difference between a good or a great night of passion. She liked to play as much as possible, to really extend the foreplay as long as she and her man could stand it. She liked to slowly torture her man by teasing him and bringing him to the brink of ejaculation, then slowing down or stopping altogether, and letting him calm down a bit before starting again. She looked at the pulsating shaft of his cock, standing upright in all its glory, saw the little stream of pre-cum sliding down its length. She leant forward again, extended her tongue to its full length so that she could touch him with only the very tip. She started at his base and ran the point of her tongue up his shaft, as slowly as she could go, heard the satisfying groan of pleasure from up where Daniel's head lay. She ran her tongue back down again, leaning in closer and pressing more of her tongue against him, feeling the throb of his muscles and the pulse of his blood vessels as she slid down him. She licked back up again, listening carefully to the speed of his breath and the urgency of his moans, decided that she could do some more before he came to the verge of climax again. She reached the head of Daniel's dick, opened her mouth farther and closed her lips over him. She massaged the sides of his dick with her lips as her tongue worked in circles round the head, then she lowered her head, allowing him to slide into her mouth, ran her lips down then back up him, felt his hips push up in response as she went downward again. Several times she slowly ran her lips and tongue down and up him, then she sensed he was getting close again. She slid her mouth off of his dick, sat back again, watched in pleasure as his cock throbbed and his balls churned, listened in glee to the tormented moans coming from his lips. "Stay there," she said. "Don't move." Daniel's head came up to look at her questioningly as she stood. She simply pointed at him and repeated her order as she walked out of the room. In the kitchen she opened the cupboard, rummaged to the back to find what she knew was hidden there, what she knew would bring both her and Daniel a new height of pleasure. It was something they had communicated a mutual desire to use sexually in their internet conversations, and she had made sure she had a tub of it here waiting for his visit. She found the tub of Hard Shell Body Chocolate that she had purchased from the joke shop yesterday. It was one of those things that was meant to be bought and given as a funny or embarrassing present to somebody, but Melissa had long fantasised about the fun she could have with it. She returned to the bedroom, where Daniel still lay where she had left him. His dick had lost some of its size and hardness in the wait. That was good; it meant his climax had subsided a bit so she could now have more fun again without risking going to far. Daniel & Melissa "Take your clothes off," she ordered him. She saw him look quizzically at the tub in her hand, saw him smile as he realised what it was. "Only if you do too," he replied, already sitting up and pulling his t-shirt over his head. Melissa placed the chocolate tub on the dressing table as she kicked off her shoes. She unbuttoned her trousers, pushed them and her panties down past her hips, allowed them to fall to the floor, throwing them aside with a flick of her foot as she watched Daniel pull off his boots and remove the jeans and boxers at his ankles. He turned to gaze at her, his eyes running up and down her body, the pleasure at what he saw undisguised. She found his naked body to be equally appealing and pleasing on the eye. "Lie back down," she said, "I've not finished with you yet". "So when is it my turn to get to touch you?" Daniel asked as he lay back down, turning his body this time so that he was spread down the length of the bed. Melissa considered for a moment, and then said "Well I suppose you could have a little shot just now." She decided that it would be good to let Daniel please her for a while, to let his oh-so-near climax subside a bit. *** Daniel lunged forward and grabbed Melissa, pulled her onto the bed and rolled her over onto her back. He leant over her, lay with his nose touching hers, letting his hand run up and down the length of her body for a while, just enjoying the simple pleasure of lying here beside her, looking into each others' eyes and basking in mutual happiness and trust. He kissed her once on the lips, then started to make his way down her body. Over her smooth cheeks, onto her elegant neck, round her delicate shoulder, and back to those perfect tits. He kissed and sucked, licked and nibbled at the hard points of her breasts until Melissa was moaning in pleasure again. Then he continued his journey down her beautiful body, across her side and into the curve of her waist, back up onto her flat stomach and down to her hip. Then down to her thigh and inwards towards the beautiful centre that waited hot and wet for the touch of his lips and tongue. He could smell her eagerness and willingness as his mouth drew close, heard her pant with anticipation, felt her hips lift ever so slightly upwards to meet him. He turned aside from that final destination, continued to kiss her down the inside length of her leg, came over onto her knee then started up again, nuzzling and licking at her smooth shaved leg, ran his hand up the inside of her other leg, reached out with a finger and traced a slow line up the inside of her thigh. His finger touched the first of her hair, ran slowly across the surface of her pussy, not penetrating or applying any pressure, just grazing the surface enough to let her know it was there. He could feel the heat and moisture building in her, could almost taste the desire emanating from her, wanted nothing more than to pull his body up and thrust his dick deep into her, but he was determined to make this last as long as he could. He wasn't after a quick fuck like most guys would be in the company of a beautiful young lady as hot as Melissa was just now. He wanted this to be an experience that both of them would remember for the rest of their lives. No, there would be no rushing in or submitting to primal urges here. This would be slow lovemaking at its finest and most controlled. He worked his kissing mouth back up onto Melissa's stomach, then spent as long as he could just tracing the curves of her body with his mouth and fingertips. He explored every square inch of her body, kissed, licked, sucked, nuzzled, tickled, tweaked and massaged her whole body, got every nerve ending in her tingling. She writhed and wriggled under his treatment, giggled and moaned, taking great pleasure and getting more turned on by the second. Her body was flushed and glistening with sweat by the time he returned to the so far only bit of her body he hadn't paid any attention to. He pushed her legs apart and descended with his mouth. The tip of his tongue worked down through her hair, found the engorged flesh at her centre and ran over her lips in slow strokes, up and down, round the edges, taunting her even more and drawing more gasps of pleasure from her mouth. He spent a few minutes just running round the edges of her outer lips, merely grazing her more sensitive inner area with the very tip. Then he lifted his head away from her, heard her groan a complaint. He paused only a moment, reached out with both hands and pulled her pussy lips open with his fingertips, extended his tongue to its full extent, then plunged back in, driving his tongue right into her centre, forcing it as far into her opening as it would go. He rolled his tongue in circles, sucked, and massaged with his lips as he did so, felt her juices run down onto his face, pushed and twisted his tongue until it grew painful, managed to keep it up until he felt her body tense and tremble with ecstasy. Her hands came down on his head, pushed him farther down into her, and forced him to administer his treatment for a while longer, as her body wracked with orgasm. Then she went limp, as though every muscle in her body had suddenly gave up and fell into unavoidable relaxation. He drew himself up, kissed her on the stomach, and made his way kissing back up her body again. She moaned and laughed simultaneously under his kisses, wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he drew his head level with hers again. Looking into Melissa's glazed over eyes, Daniel ran his hand up the hyper-sensitive skin of her side, tickling with his fingertips and scratching with his nails. "My turn again," Melissa said in a soft voice, full of pleasure and desire. She reached up to Daniel's shoulders and pushed him over onto his back. *** Her body still alive with the pleasure of Daniel's touch, her skin tingling and her centre burning, Melissa kissed Daniel once on the lips then descended down the length of his body. She kissed and licked, stroked and gently scratched him as he had done to her, determined to make him feel as good as she did, to bring his entire being to the same level of smouldering desire and delight that she was at. When she reached his erect cock, she kissed it, sucked it, ran her lips up and down its length, licked it, but never closed her mouth over the top to allow him back into her mouth. She wanted to tease him more than that would allow, dragging out the pleasure giving. But she was going to enjoy it as much as she could herself as well. She left him, stood and went over to the dressing table. Daniel's voice rose from the bed, a pleasure-weak moan, questioning her whereabouts. His objection to her absence stopped when he saw her return with the hard shell chocolate tub. "Stand up," she ordered. Daniel obediently, but with a questioning look, pulled himself to his feet, and stood before her on the bed. "Put your hands on top of the posts," Melissa directed him. Daniel reached out with his hands, grabbed the top of the bed's head posts. "Now you have to stand there," Melissa instructed. "You're not allowed to move, not aloud to take your hands off the posts until I say so. Okay?" "Okay," Daniel replied in a voice that was weak but accompanied by a knowing smile. He probably knew what she was about to do, because she had described this simple fantasy to him in their email communications. She crawled on her knees across the bed to kneel before him, looked up at his face once to make sure she had his full attention and that his hands were firmly planted on the posts. His cock still stood out hard and straight. Good. Melissa opened the chocolate tub and began to spread its contents over Daniels dick. She covered his shaft from its base to just short of the head with the chocolate, then settled back to let it harden. She lay back on the bed, lying with her legs spread and her hips raised to point her exposed pussy at Daniel. She saw his knuckles whiten as he gripped the posts harder in the strain to keep himself there. She raised a hand, pointing with her middle finger towards her pussy, slowly moved her fingers closer, knowing that Daniel gets incredibly turned on watching a girl finger herself, knowing that he would be getting excited and tense as her hand approached her own slit. Her fingers touched her soft flesh, traced the line around her outer lips, and sent tingles of sweet sensation up her spine. She started to rub up and down with her middle finger, feeling her own wetness run over her fingertip, pushed her hips up higher and prodded her finger into the opening of her hole, just enough to hide the tip of her finger, and then she started to twist that finger in small circles, at the same time turning her hand so that her thumb could gently massage the hard protrusion of her clit. All the while she gazed up at Daniel, watched in glee as his expression grew more lustful, more desperate. On his cock the chocolate was nearly hard, his arms shook with the force he was holding onto the posts with; he looked like he was fighting with himself to stay there and not drop on her to fuck her. She thrust her own finger right into herself, dragged it back out slowly across the roof of her inner pussy, thrust in and dragged out, thrust in, dragged out; she watched Daniel's rapt face the whole while. The contrast of straight powerful entry and slow delicate exit worked wonders on her body, sending waves of pleasure up into her whole torso. She knew how much this would be torturing poor Daniel, but she also knew he would be loving every moment of it. She picked up speed with her hand, finger-fucked herself with all the power she could summon, drove on and on against the ache in her wrist until she brought herself to climax. Her own juices flowed out onto her hand as she reached the end, spasms of orgasmic pleasure rippled out from her centre through her whole body, Daniel gasped, as though he shared in her pleasure through some telepathic bond. Melissa's finger ceased its motion, and slowly she pulled it out of herself. Daniel was leaning forward, looked almost ready to collapse. The chocolate on his cock was hard, that sweetness covered shaft was pulsing up and down, rising and falling in time with Daniel's breathing. How strained and desperate must the poor boy be right now? "Stand up straight," Melissa ordered him. Daniel composed himself, straightened his back, but still gripped the top of the bed posts with knuckle-whitening force. Melissa took a moment to gather her strength, then came back to her knees in front of Daniel, his chocolate coated dick waiting for her. She wasted no time with extra teasing - he had been teased enough - she simply opened her mouth and closed her lips over his chocolate shaft. Slowly she ran her lips down then back up, allowed her saliva to run freely and mix with the chocolate. The chocolate started to melt in her mouth, blended beautifully with the taste of Daniel, ran out of the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Her mouth was full of flavour, full of taste and sweetness, full of melting chocolate and her man's essence. She swallowed as much as she could, drinking the melted chocolate along with dribbles of Daniel's pre-cum. She knew that he was getting close again, so she stopped and released his cock. She lay back down on the bed. Wiped the chocolate dribbles off her chin with her hand, looked up at Daniel, into his pleading and frantic eyes. "Okay you can move," she said. *** Daniel released the posts with his numb hands, lowered his aching arms and fell forward. Almost before she finished saying he could move, Daniel was on top of Melissa. His mouth found hers, their tongues came out to meet each other and they kissed hard and passionately. Nothing was going to hold him back any further. He felt the head of his cock press into the soft flesh of Melissa's pussy. He adjusted his position to the correct angle, and thrust forward. His dick plunged into Melissa's soaking wet and burning hot hole, the soft flesh of her entrance giving way easily but then tightening round his shaft like a vice. He thrust in and out of her with all the strength his body could muster, drove his shaft as far into her as possible. Melissa groaned with pleasure and released anticipation, her hips thrust up against him to increase the movement of their bonding. Her legs rose, wrapped around his waist, her arms enclosed his shoulders and her fingernails scratched at his back. His hands were under her shoulders, his face beside hers, kissing her as he thrust and thrust. Before long he felt the rising backlog of cum building in his balls, felt all the tension Melissa had built in him draw to the fore ready to explode. The feeling paused for a moment, and then on his next thrust it erupted. His cock unloaded into Melissa, the amount of cum he was firing into her felt like it would leave his body a dried out shell. Melissa gave a trembling sigh as the warmth of his cum filled her; again and again his dick and balls tensed with the effort of forcing out his fluids into Melissa's pussy. He surged his hips forward as many times as he could bear the crippling tickle and muscle tensing that accompanied such a powerful orgasm. But eventually he had to stop, could bear no more. Melissa's body was rigid, her back arched and her hips raised; her eyes were open but rolled back into her head to leave only the whites visible. She released a slow sigh as her body relaxed and fell soft and weak. Daniel felt his own tense muscles relax in time with Melissa, and they lay there entwined in each other's limbs and aroma, neither capable of moving just yet. The sweat ran down Daniel's forehead and cheeks, drenched his torso and glistened on his arms and legs. Below him Melissa lay bathed in the sweat of both of them, her body trembling and flushed with a red rash of pleasure. Their eyes met, an unspoken communication passing between them that, no matter what doubts they had had before about doing this, it had been the right thing to do. They had both found their perfect partner, the person who understood their wants and needs better than anyone and could provide them with those wants and needs in a completely selfless and mutually giving way. Daniel rolled to the side, lay beside Melissa, with his arm still over her to hold her close. One of her legs moved to drape over his. Without ever speaking a word to each other, just lying and looking into each others' eyes, stroking each other with loving hands, and breathing in each others' smell, Daniel watched Melissa drift off to sleep with a contented little smile on her face. He closed his eyes and snuggled in closer to her warm flesh, allowing sleep to claim him also. Daniel and the Hot Blonde... Daniel and the Hot Blonde in the Elevator When Daniel stepped onto the elevator the first thing he noticed was the blonde, legs up to her armpits. Long, wild, golden locks cascading about her lithe frame. Wearing a short red skirt and cream silk blouse open just enough to allow Daniel a glimpse of firm, creamy flesh. Mmmm yes, she was fine. His cobalt eyes raked over her curvaceous form slowly, a hunger building within his gaze. The blonde winked saucily and leaned back against the wall of the elevator. She smiled openly at Daniel, for there were just the two of them. Daniel stepped toward her, given encouragement by the wink, and smiling lazily. "Hello Sweetheart" he purred as his hand rose to press against the wall of the elevator just over her right shoulder while he leaned toward her. Close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath steal over her. "Hello" She replied with a slightly southern accent. Her jade eyes sparkling brightly as she flashed another smile. "What stroke of luck was this?", Daniel asked himself as he moved a bit closer. His eyes dipping to get the full effect of her ample cleavage. "I’ve never seen you in this building before. Are you new?" His eyes devoured her as he spoke. She merely nodded, shifting a bit to allow her blouse to fall open a little more, giving Daniel an even better view. Daniel licked his lips. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for just a taste of the succulent flesh swelling out of the black lace fringe of her bra. His left hand rose as if of it's own accord, lightly cupping the voluptuous flesh of her right breast, his thumb teasing till he felt the nipple harden under his attention. He smiled as it did. His efforts well rewarded with a soft gasp, followed by a tender coo of pleasure as the blonde seemingly melted under his touch. Daniel turned slightly, removing his hand from her delectable flesh only long enough to hit the stop button. Halting the elevators descent. He turned back to her, seeing a reflection of his own desires within her soft green eyes. His hands nimbly unbuttoned her blouse, taking his time. His eyes savoring every inch of her as he exposed her satin skin. She protested not, nor did she move as He peeled off first her blouse and then her bra, exposing ripe full breasts with pink pert nipples. His mouth watered. His hands fondled those sumptuous melons of flesh, kneading them in his palms as his mouth descended to hers…capturing her velvet lips as he kissed her deeply, his tongue ravishing her sweet young mouth. She returned his kisses most willingly, pressing that willowy body against his as she whimpered beneath his mouth. Drawing her tongue back into his mouth he suckled upon it even as his hand roamed down the taut plane of her belly, till it felt the warm flesh of her upper thigh…then traveled higher beneath the hem of her little red skirt, disappearing beneath the material as she began to squirm, her coos and whimpers increasing as he smiled into the kiss. The tips of his fingers teased the damp spot on her panties between her lean thighs. She moaned low in her throat as she wiggled against his fingers, her body aflame with the sensations he aroused within her. "Please" She whispered breaking the kiss, her lips a hairs breadth from his, "Please" whispered again, in a pleading tone. Daniel didn't need to be begged, his cock was rock hard, straining against his pants as it pressed in against her flat belly. His own lust driving him to wrap an arm about her waist, hoisting her up against the wall of the elevator even as his other hand tugged her skirt up around her hips. She wrapped those tapered legs about his waist, grinding her sweet pussy against his throbbing cock as it was now Daniel's turn to moan. He grabbed at the flimsy material of her panties and with a swift tug, ripped them away. He then hurriedly loosened his trousers to allow his pulsing cock to spring free. The head swollen to the size of a small apple, beads of Pre-cum oozing from the eye. "Please" She begged again just before her mouth recaptured his, kissing him deeply. Her mouth tasted faintly of peppermint, yet warm and alluring. He thrust his hips forward and upward, sinking his thick cock deeply into her tender hot folds amid the muffled moans pried from beneath their kisses. He piston-ed his hips back and forth, alternately grinding up into her steamy cunt. It was pure heaven. She was so tight, so soft, engulfing his cock into her velvet sex. He rutted away, panting and moaning even as his mouth devoured hers greedily. She clung to him, wiggling and undulating her slim hips. She then broke the kiss as she arched her back, her head thrown back as she cried out, "Oh God, I'm going to cum!" At these words Daniel quickened the pace, fucking her mercilessly. He then felt the first contractions as her pussy clamped around his cock, milking at it. The sensation was too much to bear, he then let lose with a cry of his own and thick hot streams of sticky cum. Shooting deep inside her. The pace slowed….and then stopped. He released her. Gently buttoning up her blouse before straightening himself and retrieving her panties with a soft laugh. He held them forth to her with a lopsided smirk and a wink. She accepted them with a smile and tucked them into the bag beside her on the floor of the elevator. Daniel then turned and pressed the start button and the elevator resumed its downward descent. He turned to her once more and smiled. The elevators doors opened just as Daniel opened his mouth to speak. Several people stepped in, crowding between him and the blonde. The doors closed and Daniel looked around a tall brunette determined to get the blondes phone number, only to find her gone. She must have stepped out as the others entered the elevator. Daniel thought about her whenever he stepped onto that elevator, for he never forgot the wild ride with a blonde whose name he never knew. copyright '99