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Midnight View

By: standingstones



My nephew Rick was starting to check into a university he wanted to attend. He called me and asked if he could spend the weekend at my place. This school he was interested in was in the city where I lived. Rick arrived that Friday evening and got settled in. We went to dinner and then watched a movie afterwards. Rick said he was somewhat tired halfway into the movie and said he was going to bed. I finished up watching and then decided to turn in myself. 

Walking down the hallway, I thought I would just crack the door and make sure Rick was alright. I am not sure now why I did this. Rick was now eighteen, perhaps I still thought of him as a young kid. I peered in through the door. The room was completely dark. Only the moonlight through the windows revealed anything. I could see Rick lying on top of the bed. He was nude. What little of light there was had highlighted his naked frame.

Rick was tall, blonde, and almost hairless on his body. His long cock was flat on his belly. He was much bigger and thicker than I was. I had my eyes glued to his man meat.

"Is that you Uncle Ken?" Rick called out to me.

I was a bit embarrassed to be caught there, staring at my nephew's cock.

"Yes Rick, it's me," I replied.

"Can I ask you something?" Rick asked.

"Sure," I replied back.

"Have you ever been with a man before?" He asked me.

"No never," I said.

Rick then told me of his first experience with another male. It was an old friend of his. Rick opened up and told me how he sucked his friend's prick and now he was confused about what he had done.

I tried to be open with him and said it was ok to be attracted to men as well as women. Rick asked me if I had ever been attracted to another man. Rick had taken his cock in his hand and began to stroke it. Perhaps he didn't think I could see him. My own cock was starting to rise in my pants. I was getting a bit uncomfortable.

I replied that I had been attracted to another man once but nothing had ever happened between us.

Rick then asked me the loaded question.

"Do you think I am good looking, Uncle Ken?"

I almost didn't want to reply. His cock was standing straight up. Rick had it gripped in the palm of his hand.

Yes Rick, you are a handsome guy," I told him.

I took a few steps closer to the bed. I guess I finally lost my control. I climbed onto the bed and took Rick's cock in my hand and began to stroke it. Rick moaned as I pumped his cock. I lowered my head and took his mushroom head into my mouth.

I could barely fit him into my open mouth. Rick pushed his hips up and tried to fill my throat. I was gagging on all that hard meat of his. My eyes began to water. but I kept sucking him down. I worked lower and lower, almost to his root now. Rick had his head thrown back and was moaning and urging me on.

There was no need to urge me. I wanted this almost more than life itself. I went up and down that shaft, using my throat to milk his bone. I was massaging his big sacs as well. I knew he was completely full of cum. After a few minutes of my sucking, Rick erupted in my mouth. I couldn't believe how much manseed he was squirting down into my belly.

I just kept milking his rod and all its liquid until Rick was finally spent. I couldn't imagine how much of his cum I had drunk down. It felt like a gallon of it. 

My cock was still hard as a rock. Looking down at my nephew with his legs spread apart, just turned me on even more. I stood up and shed my shirt, pants, and underwear. My cock was standing straight and proud. Rick turned his head and was staring at my erection. He then lifted his legs and took his ankles in his hands. He was inviting me to take him.

I knelt between his legs and took my cock in my hand. I began to rub the head up and down his asscrack. Slowly I put my head at his opening and I pushed. Rick was extremely tight. Once I got my cockhead wedged into his hole, I place my arms on either side of his body. I began to pump my throbbing cock into my nephew's tight hole.

Rick was nearly begging for me to take it out. I had no plans to remove my cock. I kept feeding him inch after hard inch. I would pull back then give him more of me. This went on for maybe fifteen minutes before I felt my sacs resting on his ass.

I looked into Rick's face. I asked him if he wanted to to stop now. I knew he wanted it so bad and would never have me remove my dick. He told me to fuck him as hard as I could do it. I then started to plough his bottom with my dick. Rick now threw his legs around me and I took his virgin hole.

I loosened him up by stirring my cock around inside him. All this time Rick was crying out to me. Begging me to fuck him hard, then telling me how much it hurt. My nephew's hole was very tight. I gave him the longest, deepest strokes I could deliver. My nut sacs were beating him on his cheeks. The slapping noises nearly made me cum. I had to control myself from cumming prematurely. 

It seemed like we had fucked for hours, but I knew it hadn't been that long. I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was close. I told Rick I was going to breed his ass. Rick practically begged me to seed his bottom. It was then I shot one of the biggest load I had ever produced. I just kept pounding into Rick and not letting up. I think we were both in an altered state by then.

Rick's ass muscles surrounded my shaft and went into a spasm. He milked all my love juice from me. After the minutes it took to shoot my cream, I collapsed onto Rick's chest. We both were trying to catch our breaths. That was the first time I had ever kissed a man. I found Rick's open mouth and my tongue slipped inside. We tongue kissed one another until my cock finally fell out of his hole. 

The rest of the weekend was much of the same. Rick and I made love after he had finished visiting the college campus. Rick took my virgin ass that Saturday evening. I never thought he could feed me all of that thick meat, but he eventually did get it all in me. Rick fucked me raw that night and fired his man load into my stretched hole.

As a matter of fact, he fucked me three times that night. I never imagined I could hold so much cum inside me. I did fuck Rick again later after we rested. I didn't have the stamina that my nephew did. He could fuck all day and night if need be. 

Rick did decide that the university here was the one for him. It didn't hurt matters that his uncle was close by for some hot loving whenever he wanted it. 

It is almost the end of the first year for Rick at school. We fuck at least three times a week and weekend are spent in my bed exclusively with Rick. If you ever have the chance, you need to have sex with a young man, preferably your own nephew.

Midnight: Vision



"Midnight ..." A Chain Story.

Introduction:

On March 1, 2007, fireyjen posted a thread with her idea for a chain story, soliciting interested authors. Shortly afterwards, fieryjens' ISP started giving her problems and she cannot get online, so on her behalf we thought we could give her a hand. The premise is that in each story the main character awakes at the stroke of midnight, or around that time. It can be a creaking floorboard, a rattling doorknob, a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning or just a feeling of unease and dread.

From this common beginning, each author is free to weave his or her own storylines culminating at midnight after 24 hours. Each story will be in a different Literotica category, with virtually all represented. All stories are titled "Midnight: (and the author's story identifier). After the initial New Story posting, all submissions will be in the Chain Story category.

We hope you enjoy this varied selection of stories by Literotica authors and your votes and comments are welcome. Below is an updated schedule of the stories. 

TE999 & geekychick_76 on behalf of fieryjen

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Midnight: Vision

It was odd, not because I woke up during the night, I had been doing that a lot, but for some reason I awoke with a start exactly at midnight. Again, I am used to waking during the night, but that normally didn't start until two am or so. Anyway, after blinking my eyes several times I glanced back at the clock and confirmed it was indeed midnight.

I remained on my stomach, first of all, because I must have been having an erotic dream and the feeling of pressing my cock onto the mattress was nice. Hoping to fall back asleep and back into that dream, I tried not to move, but the longer I remained there I began to sense something was amiss. It was like I could feel a presence in the room. I mean it was completely dark, so I know my door wasn't open and as cold as it was outside, there is no way a window was open, but somehow I didn't feel alone.

Turing slowly on my bed, I rolled onto my back and since I sleep in the nude, the first thing I saw was my erect cock. But as I continued looking toward the foot of the bed another image seemed to flicker in the distance. I blinked my eyes yet couldn't quite focus on what it was. Closing my eyes I remembered that my doctor had changed my medications just that day. Tonight was the first night I had tried the specific combination of cholesterol pill she recent prescribed. She didn't mention any odd side effects, but she never was very thorough. Normal visits were barely long enough to get my weight, blood pressure and draw some blood. She would then breeze in, write a prescription, and then breeze out.

Anyway, I figured it was the medication playing with my vision until I opened my eyes once again. This time the image was very clear: there was a naked woman sitting at the foot of my bed. I couldn't see her face, but from the back I could see she was unlike anyone I currently know. She did remind me of a girlfriend I had in college, say thirty years or so ago. Light hair, narrow shoulders and a tight waist, yes, it did look a lot like her. 

I moved a bit, sitting up and she then turned in the bed and began crawling up toward me. Wiping my eyes I stared, still unsure of what I could possibly be seeing. I mean I haven't had a woman this young and attractive in my bed since my college days, and even then there weren't a lot. She seemed to pause and I noticed her breasts seemed larger, at least larger than the woman I remembered from college.

"Who... who are you?" I whispered.

She looked at me and smiled. I didn't recognize her face, but I could see she was trying to say something. Moving a finger to her lips it appeared she was telling me to be quiet.

"But why..."

I stopped when I felt her fingers touch my lips. They were so soft and warm I knew she was no spirit, this was, are at least felt like a flesh and blood woman. I wondered if perhaps my daughter brought a friend, perhaps told one she could sleep on my couch. That had happened before but she always let me know when she did that.

"Do you know my daughter," I whispered.

She shook her head back and forth, she then pointed to her lips and shook her head back and forth.

"You can't speak?"

She nodded her head.

"But why are you here, what do you want?"

She smiled and then pressed her palm against my chest firmly. She pressed hard enough that I fell back onto my pillow. The then began kissing my thighs, slowly crawling up my legs and as I spread them open, she settled in between my legs and then ran her hands over my cock, touching me just with her fingertips. The sensation was wonderful so I simply leaned back onto my pillow and enjoyed.

After a few minutes, she took a firm hold of my shaft with one hand and as she began sliding it up and down, she moved her other hand to my balls, gently kneading them as she handled my cock. While she caressed my cock I reached down and ran my hand over her shoulder and then ran my fingers through the strands of hair that dangled down onto my chest. Although she felt so soft and her hair was so beautiful, I had only touched her to convince myself I hadn't slipped back into my erotic dream.

Just as that thought passed through my mind, she moved her head down, touched the tip of her tongue to the tiny hole in my cock. She slurped up the bit of precum, made a face at the bitter taste and then smiled at me. Opening her mouth, she then lowered it over the head of my cock and began sucking as she quickened the stroking of my cock.

Watching my glistening cock slide in and out of her mouth was incredible and the sensation of suction of her mouth and the stroking of her hand had me just about to come. My muscles began to tense and I started arching my back when suddenly she pulled her mouth away. "Oh damn," I moaned. Was this some nightmare? Was she going to leave me dangling on the edge like this.

Looking at my face she seemed to sense my discomfort. She looked at me wantonly and then climbed back up onto her hands and knees. Turning her head toward the foot of the bed I quickly realized what she wanted. Seeing her kneel before me, I quickly got onto my knees and moved in behind her. 

I noticed as I moved closer to her that she had already started rubbing her clit in preparation for me. I moved my cock in between her legs and she quickly took hold of it and guided it into her pussy. As I mentioned before, it had been some time since I had been with a woman as young and beautiful as this woman, well it had been some time since I had slid my cock into as tight a pussy. The wet warmth slid over me, slightly squeezing me as I pushed it in to the hilt. 

I had to pause a moment or I might have come right there. Trying to keep myself distracted I glanced back at my clock but then noticed the numbers had not changed. If I was reading it correctly, it was still twelve midnight. As I continued thrusting into and then easing out of her pussy, I let myself wonder why the clock hadn't changed. It was baffling, baffling enough to distract me until I heard the woman moan loudly. I immediately pushed my cock in as far as I could, holding her hips tight I kept myself shoved deep into her while her pussy convulsed over my cock again and again.

When the pulsations subsided I slowly withdrew and then plunged back into her, this time concentrating only on her, only on how wonderful her pussy felt on my cock, on how she now tickled my balls each time I thrust deep inside her. With that combination of sensations I immediately began feeling the pressure building inside me. I grasped her hips hard and shoved into her, my muscles tightening as I got closer and closer. Finally I felt a wave of pleasure shoot though my cock. I arched my back, pushing as deep as I could into her soft and then quickly withdrawing.

The cold air on my cock was shocking and disappointing, but if this was a friend of my daughters, I had no business coming inside her. Instead I slid my cock up over her ass and came, spurting my white cum over her back again and again. I watched the sticky liquid pool on her back as my cock slowly softened. Grabbing it, I rubbed it over the soft cheeks of her ass as I milked the last of the cum onto her.

All I remember after that was falling back onto my pillow and then glancing over at my clock. It read one minute after twelve pm, one minute after I first noticed the woman in my bed. I looked back to her, wanting to ask about the clock but she was gone. My cock still glistened in her juices and a bit of cum oozed from the tip but she was gone.

I remained in bed and fell asleep trying to figure out what could have happened to me. The next morning I walked through my house but all the doors were locked from the inside and there was no sign that anyone had been there. I called my daughter and asked if she or any of her friends had been by the house recently, but she said no.

I did get an urgent call from my doctor who asked me to come in immediately to see her. She asked me to bring my new prescription and then immediately took it from me. Mentioned that they had made a mistake, she handed me two months worth of free, trial pills of what was apparently the correct medicine and then sent me home.

Just as I was leaving I asked her, "Just what was wrong with the other medicine?"

"Nothing was really wrong with it, it just wasn't supposed to be used together with the blood pressure medicine you are taking."

"I took the pills last night, what are you so worried will happen?"

"Well, in a small percentage of patients, hallucinations are possible."

"Hallucinations?"

She nodded, "Nothing major, some patients mention seeing things, flickering images that quickly face, nothing earth shattering. Why, did you experience a problem?"

"Well, I thought maybe I saw something. I just figured it was a dream."

"With your new pills you won't have any more trouble with that. The effects of the first dose should wear off in twelve to twenty-four hours."

I thanked the doctor and headed home. That night I took the correct medicine and climbed into bed, a bit disappointed that everything that happened the night before was just a hallucination. I dosed off quickly but awoke not a lot later. I glanced up at my clock and it read exactly twelve midnight. Looking down to the foot of my bed I saw her.

It was just like the night before, the same beautiful young woman, her hair was a reddish blonde. Her light skin seemed to shimmer in the faint light in the room. I knew better than to speak, I just waited, expecting her to crawl up to me like the night before, but instead I noticed a shimmering as she seemed to fade a bit. 

I sat up and stared as she continued to fade, slowly, slowly into the darkness. I blinked my eyes and she was almost gone. I stared and stared into the night, stared at the foot of my bed as her image seemed to hover, a moment, a moment more and then suddenly she was gone. I looked at my clock. It read one minute after twelve.

I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. The last thought I had while falling asleep was how glad I was that I took out a handful of those pills before taking them back to my doctor. Yes, I would be seeing that woman again soon.



Midnight Visit



I was working late one Thursday night, trying to get a little bit ahead of the game so that I could enjoy a long weekend. I work from home, and while you'd think that would allow for as much free time as I care to take, that's hardly the case. I'm a freelance writer, and there are always deadlines I need to meet, and they usually all come at the same time.

So, this particular Thursday evening, I was burning the midnight oil, finishing up a rough draft of a piece that was due early the next week. Just as I was shutting down my laptop for the night, my doorbell rang. I jumped. My house is at the end of a dirt road, and though I have a few neighbors within walking distance, I've never had any of them visit at this hour!

I rose and peeked through the curtains at my front window, my heart still racing. I had my cell phone in my hand, just in case I found myself in need of making an emergency call to the police, but realized that it was my neighbor's son, Mark. He was a few years older than me, probably in his late 30s, and he was fairly good looking. I'd only met him casually a few times when he was visiting his dad, so I was surprised to see him on my doorstep at midnight.

My next thought was that his dad, Mr. Carson, had been hurt or had a heart attack. I flipped on the porch light and quickly opened the door. 

"What's wrong? Did something happen to your dad?" I asked. Mark smiled, his dark green eyes glinting in the porch light.

"No, sorry to bother you so late. Dad's fine. He's asleep. I, uh…well, this is kind of lame, but, I was up and saw your light on and thought I'd stop down to see you, that's all. Dad always tells me how you check in on him and all. I appreciate that. Just wanted to thank you in person."

"Oh, well, you're more than welcome," I replied, at the same time wondering why his thanks couldn't wait until the next day. I didn't have time to ask.

"Um, mind if I come in for a bit?" he asked. He was tan and I could tell he took care of himself, his full chest rippling against the navy t-shirt he had on.

"Well, um….no, I suppose…"

He came in at that, brushing against my arm as he passed by. I felt an involuntary thrill pass through my body.

"So, Carlie…that's your name, right?" I nodded. "Carlie…you look like you were working," he said, nodding toward the now shut down laptop, papers still spread over the table nearby. "Am I interrupting?"

"Oh, no…just finished up. I was going to be heading for bed soon," I said, putting all of my papers together, feeling just a little invaded as he glanced over them.

"Hm," he nodded, looking around my simple living room. The house was small, but cozy. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "It's too quiet here for me to sleep well. I'm used to the city noises, I guess. Maybe you could help me out?"

"I'm not following…how?"

Mark walked over to me now, standing directly in my personal space. His eyes were fastened intensely on me now, roaming from my face to my hair and back down, across my ample chest…

"Maybe you could…make some noise with me, Carlie…help me get to sleep?"

He leaned over at that, put a hand behind my head and drew my mouth to his, kissing me deeply, his tongue roaming freely against mine, grazing my teeth for a long, passionate moment. My heart raced with both fear and arousal, as my hands pushed back against his hard chest in an attempt to free myself from his grasp.

"No! Mark, no!" I said, finally freeing myself. He wasn't to be daunted, though. He followed me as I backed toward the kitchen. "Mark, my boyfriend, he'll be….here soon…"

"Funny," Mark said as he backed me into the corner by the sink, "Dad tells me you aren't dating anyone. Are you lying to me, Carlie?" Both hands were now tangled in my hair behind my head, and his was pushing his pelvis into mine, allowing me to feel his hard member straining at the zipper of his jeans.

"No, I don't think there's a boy friend coming over, Carlie…but I'm here. Let's play…."

I tried to let out a scream but Mark's mouth covered it over and his tongue quickly pushed into it again. Now his hands were freely roaming my body, working their way up under my black, v-neck shirt, over top of my silky bra, rubbing the tips of my now hard nipples with his thumbs. He gently pressed in on them, causing me to squirm.

"Getting excited?" he growled, grinding his still-restrained hard cock again into me, bending his knees slightly to align it with the crotch of my pants. Suddenly I felt his hands up under my bra, lifting it over my tits, and his mouth went down and began to suck on my left nipple. His tongue grazed the tip as his mouth sucked hard on my whole tit. His hand was rubbing my quickly moistening crotch.

"Mark…I…"

"Shhhhh…" he said, raising his mouth to mine again, this time working my jeans button and zipper. He eased my pants down part way and then lifted me up onto the kitchen counter, pulling them the rest of the way off and discarding them on the floor by the fridge. My underpants had come off with them, so my lower body was now completely exposed to this man.

"Mmm. Carlie…you smell so hot…do you liked having you cunt licked, Carlie? How about you let me lick it for you? Hm…?"

My breath caught, and I couldn't answer, not that an answer would have mattered. He'd already eased my legs apart and brought me to the edge of the counter where his mouth went down to meet my now dripping wet hole. The man had the most incredibly long tongue, and he used its every inch to explore my private area, alternating between licking my clit and invading my throbbing slit. I couldn't help but moan in ecstasy.

"Oh…oh, yes…" I said, running my fingers through his short, black hair. I didn't know much about this man, but I knew that I needed him to keep doing what he was doing.

He continued sucking me and tonguing my cunt as I moaned my enjoyment. Then he stopped, but only long enough to lift me from the counter and carry me through the living room into my bedroom. Laying me on the bed, he stood back long enough to unzip his own pants and remove them, tossing his t-shirt aside as well. 

"Take off your shirt, Carlie…" he commanded. I did as he said. "Now the bra…" I cast that aside as well.

"Carlie, move over to the edge of the bed now…" I did as he said, unsure if I could refuse even if I wanted to. He caressed my head again, and gently guided it to his long, stiff cock. Using his other hand, he placed his cock next to my mouth. "Suck me off, Carlie…suck me like a little slut…"

The words shocked me for a minute, but suddenly that was exactly what I wanted to do…be his little slut. I opened my mouth and took his thick cock in, sliding my tongue over the tip, causing his to groan in pleasure. Then I wrapped my lips around its girth and began to move back and forth, sucking and slurping, tasting his pre-cum as it oozed out the tip.

He continued to hold my hair as I sucked his massive member, and it wasn't long until I could feel that initial twitch that told me he was going to cum. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and squirted his huge load of white cum all over my chest. After releasing his load, he pushed me back onto the bed and, reaching for the flashlight I keep on my nightstand, he whispered huskily in my ear, "Now its your turn…"

The flashlight was about eight inches long with a smooth, round barrel. He began rubbing it along my wet slit, causing me to groan. He worked it around my clit and down to my swollen pussy lips and then with one motion, he plunged it into my sopping hole. I gasped, both at the thought of this foreign object being imbedded in me and the full feeling it gave me, being close to two inches in girth. 

He began pumping the flashlight in and out of me in a steady rhythm, causing my vaginal muscles to close around it. It felt so good and I didn't want it to stop. Mark had reached down and was now sucking one of my nipples again as he fucked me with the flashlight, his thumb just grazing my clit enough with each stroke to quickly bring me to my first climax.

"Oh! Ooohhh! I'm cumming!" I cried, spasms seizing my cunt, which grasped the flashlight harder. Mark stopped sucking my tit and roughly pulled the light out from my pussy it with his tongue. "I want to taste you coming, Carlie…mmmmm…"

I ground my aching pussy into his face, the first wave of pleasure subsiding slowly, when I realized his cock was once again hard as it pushed against my leg. 

"I want to fuck you, Carlie…you're nice wet cunt needs to be fucked," he said, and he rolled me over onto my stomach. "Get up on your knees."

I obeyed. On my knees, I rested down on my elbows, my full tits swinging below me, the nipples just grazing the bed sheet below, offering even more stimulation to my already roused body. Mark nudged my knees apart a little further, leaving me wide open and fully exposed.

It only took a moment when I felt the head of his massive cock being run against dripping snatch. He pressed it inside me just an inch or so, and then removed it, repeating the process a few times until he suddenly rammed it fully into my cunt. It was huge, and like the flashlight, it left me with a wonderful, full feeling inside me.

He pumped in and out of me vigorously, and then suddenly, slap! His hand came down hard on my ass. I jumped, and let out a small cry into the pillow, but he slapped me again as he pumped away. The sensation was incredible, and I couldn't resist reaching one hand down to play with my clit while he was fucking my cunt and abusing my ass like that. Once he quit slapping me, he started inflicting another erotic tactic. He began pressing his forefinger, wet from the juices coming from my cunt, into my ass hole. He worked it in and out as he pumped his big, stiff rod in and out of me. Then I felt a second finger enter me, and I thought I'd go crazy, it felt so good.

I could feel myself heading toward another major orgasm, when suddenly his cock left my cunt and his fingers left my ass. Then, just as quickly, I felt his big wet cock push into my ass where his fingers had been! "Oh my gosh! Mark…ahhhh!!!"

"Like that, Carlie? Feel good?" he said, as he slowly went in and out of my ass, forcing his prick further and further into me until it was completely buried in me. I was going insane from the feelings I had…my full ass, the feelings of his balls slapping up against my now oversensitive pussy…

"Oh yes, Mark…fuck my ass…fuck me!"

"I'm gonna fill up your ass with my cum, Carlie…I'm going to shoot it in you…"

He pumped faster, his large hands holding my hips as he banged into me, and I rocked back to meet each push, my hand still rubbing my hugely swollen clit. His pace quickened to the point of no return and his movements got harder and more determined. He bent over me enough so that he could grasp one of my swinging tits in his hand, squeezed it and pinched the nipple to make me gasp.

With a few last violent strokes in my ass, he rammed in as far as he could go and held it there, letting out a loud groan as I felt another load of his hot cum squirt up inside of me. Just as he began to come, my clit spasmmed and I experienced the most rocking orgasm of my life.

His semi stiff dick was still inside my asshole when we rolled over together and lay on the bed, spooned together. I was exhausted but couldn't help to think that a short time ago, I had only known this man in passing. 

When he withdrew his cock from inside me, he reached down and gently massaged my cheeks. "Did I hurt, you, Carlie?" I shook my head in the negative. "Good…I didn't want to hurt you…" His strong arms wrapped around me and held me close. "Carlie?" he whispered, "Did I mention I'm going to be staying at my dad's house for a few months?"

I closed my eyes and smiled. Somehow, I knew a few more midnight visits were going to be in my future.



Midnight Visit



You're sleeping on your front because its warm out and the cool night air feels nice on your naked back. The sudden whisper of your curtains wakes you and you blink into the darkness, deducing that it must have been the breeze from the open window that made them so noisy. You lay your head back on your pillow and close your eyes, only to have them snap open again when you feel the cover at your waist being pulled away, down the rest of your nude body, tickling the backs of your thighs and shins until you're completely uncovered. 

You start to rise in terror only to have somebody straddle your ass and hold you down with one hand over your almost screaming mouth. You buck your hips, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge your attacker but all you hear is a chuckle. A familiar, sexy chuckle that makes your skin crawl in the most delicious way, and then a warm mouth is at your ear. 

"Shh,", she whispers, her tongue tracing the outline of your ear and sending shivers down your spine, "its just me," she purrs, and you don't need to ask who because you'd know that voice anywhere. 

"And I'm so frustrated," she continues, grinding her crotch against your ass as if proving her words. You buck your hips again, albeit for an entirely different reason this time. She chuckles again and straightens up, her crotch still doing that slow grind. Only she's pressing harder now and in turn your sex is being pressed into your mattress. You can already feel a wet patch gathering there and it feels so messy and naughty but you love it, your own pooling wetness is turning you on and you groan into your pillow. 

She hears and you know she is smiling. She moves then, pushing your thighs apart and lifting until she can slide her knees under them and rest them on hers. It gives her access to your front and you feel her hands caressing your sides and stomach before they're on your breasts, kneading and squeezing and pinching your erect nipples. 

You moan louder this time and she rewards you with a roll of her hips, her jeans clad crotch sliding against your centre and making you shudder. She kneels and lifts your back end higher so you're on your knees with your face still buried in the pillow. One hand remains on your breast whilst the other strokes your belly in tickling but arousing circles. Then she's leaning over you, sliding her fingers into your soaking wet folds and pressing hard, wiggling the tip of her index finger under your hood and burrowing until she's touching and rubbing your concealed little clit. 

You rock against her hand, moaning your pleasure and hugging your pillow tight. When she has you more wet than you can ever remember being, the hand on your breast disappears and in the next second you hear her zip being lowered and you think she's going to make herself come too until you feel a smooth hard head being stroked up and down your slit. 

She holds the shaft against you and pumps it back and forth, covering it with your natural wetness and making your body spasm at the same time. She pulls back again and rests the tip at your entrance. The fingers on one hand continuing their torturously slow dance on your clit. 

"I desperately want to fuck you," she whispers, and there's a smirk in her tone, "but the question is, do you want me to...?"

You groan your assent because fuck yes, you want it inside you, deep inside you and to make your answer clear you spread your legs a little further. She chuckles and caresses and squeezes your ass with one hand whilst her other hand strokes your clit and her hips push forward. The head slips into you with little resistance but you jerk all the same and groan loudly, unused to feeling so full. 

She pauses and strokes your side, your back, your ass soothingly until you're used to it and then she pushes a little more, watching as the strapon disappears slowly inside you and enjoying the view. In a moment of impatience you throw yourself backwards and force the whole length of it inside you and you almost come right there and then, the feeling is so intense. 

She doesn't give you time to adjust before she's thrusting back and forth, slamming her thighs into the backs of yours and stroking your clit hard and unforgivingly. Your muffled moans fill the room and only become louder when you're coming, spasming around the length inside you as she slows it down and draws out your orgasm until you're panting and collapsing onto the bed. 

She slides out of you and strokes the back of your thighs tenderly, going higher and higher until shes touching your shoulders. The last things you remember are the sound of her zip going up and a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. 

And then she is gone.



Midnight Visit



Emmy had suggested we spent the evening watching a film, and I was happy to go along with her plan. I'm fairly open-minded in what I watch, and cope readily enough with most things she chooses. I might object if they were sappy romances time and again, but—to be fair to her—they're no more common than any other genre, so it works out ok.

Lazily, we'd picked up a take-away for dinner, and, once we'd finished that, I rummaged around in her cupboards and found popping corn. It's a guilty pleasure of mine, if I'm watching a movie at home.

With an attractive girl on the sofa with me, my attention was easily distracted, you might argue; I'd claim that the plot started to drag around the halfway mark.

"Oi," muttered Em, as she gently pushed my hand off her bust, "I'm trying to watch this."

Undeterred, I stroked her arm for a couple of minutes, before edging back to caress her breast.

"Give over! Later."

That was me told: I went back to trying to concentrate on the film. 'Later', however, was earlier than I reckoned, and about ten minutes later, Emmy's hand wandered up my thigh, and lazily grazed over my crotch. Innocently, I shifted my hips slightly, and she giggled at me, before leaning over to kiss me.

I cupped the breast I had been dismissed from, and kissed her back. Her attention, though, was short-lived, and she turned back to the screen. A finger ran, slowly, along the stiffening length under my trousers, though: and my hand was not sent away. I tickled a finger where I knew her nipple must lurk. After a moment, it sprang to attention, just discernible beneath her top, and Em gave a little sigh.

Messing around with Em is a delightful experience. Half absorbed by the film (I maintain it warranted only this much attention), half distracted: the minutes flew past. I'd edged under Emmy's t-shirt, hiking the hem up to get my hand up. I managed to slide my hand into her bra from the top, cupping a small, perfect tit, and slowly, deliciously, rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

The film segued into what promised to be a dialogue-rich scene, and Em shifted over, to sit straddling me. I was only briefly saddened to lose my handful of breast, though, as her groin pressed down on mine. Her mound rubbed on my caged cock, as she kissed me deeply, as my hands holding her waist.

When the characters stopped talking, I edged Emmy's long auburn hair out of the way in order to sneak a glance at the screen. Em twisted round, still on my lap. I rested a hand on her crotch, feeling the heat of her through the fabric, as we silently watched.

Sadly—depending on how you look at it—the film improved from about that point, and the messing-around-on-the-sofa diminished. As the credits ran, and I tidied up our glasses, plates, and such in the kitchen, Em checked her phone.

"Mel's delayed, but on her train: she reckons she'll be back around midnight," she called. I checked my watch: half-ten. I went back through.

"Long day for her. Do you want to wait up?"

"Nah, it's not like she doesn't have a key," she rationalized, finishing her drink. "To bed!" she commanded, handing over her glass and unfolding herself from the sofa.

As I cleaned my teeth, my mind drifted back over events, and a tingle in my pelvis presaged a nascent erection. I went back into Em's bedroom, my pyjama trousers beginning to tent.

Em, lying in bed and reading a magazine, glanced up as I made my way to my side of the bed, a small, knowing smile on her face. Nonchalantly, I got in to bed, and edged over to her, wrapping an arm over her stomach, and playing with her hair with my other hand.

"Hello," she murmured, still looking at the article, "what do you want?"

"I thought we could pick up from where we were distracted, earlier?" I proposed, my fingers dancing down her midriff to drift lightly but meaningfully over her crotch.

"Did you?" Em smiled at me, but closed me off with a "How about in the morning?"

The weight in my groin would, I knew, be frustrating overnight: but—on the other hand—if Em was more enthusiastic in the morning, it would make a great start to my day. I'd take the delayed gratification, I decided, and not push my luck.

"Fair enough," I concurred, "You reading for long?"

"Nope, just 'til you got to bed," she said, leaning over to turn off her light. "Sleep well, love."

On her side, Em wriggled back towards me. Frustrating? Awfully so, as my stiff cock was nestled by her buttocks pushing into my crotch. I didn't help myself, by winding an arm around her to rest my hand in her cleavage, under the sheer silk of her cropped top.

It was going to be hard, I reckoned, to get to sleep.

I dozed off, eventually; I must have done, because I was woken by Mel getting home: I heard her coming in the door, and relocking it. Blearily, I peered over Em's shoulder at the clock (about quarter past). Mel's heels tapped past the ajar door, towards her room.

I lay in the gloom, and listened to Em's slow, regular breathing for a few minutes. Through the thin stud walls, I listened to Mel's shower start up, and rolled over to get back to sleep. I tried futilely to ignore the dull ache in my balls, as I heard Mel get out of her shower. Em stirred: she must have been disturbed by the noise, or my restlessness, and slipped from the bed. She padded, silently, to the en suite.

Closing my eyes once more, I tried to think calm, sleepy thoughts. I felt the duvet lift behind me, as Emmy got back into bed. Reversed from my position of earlier, her hand snaked round my waist; over a hip; to rummage in my crotch. I grunted, shifting my hips to move away, slightly: I needed no further tantalizing.

But then I came suddenly awake, for I heard the tap in Em's bathroom run.

Rolling over, my suspicion was confirmed, for on the pillow beside mine was the little blonde head of Mel, her eyes shining.

"Hello," she grinned at me, "Did you have a nice evening, just the two of you?"

"Yes, thanks," I instinctively replied, before my brain caught up, "What're on earth are you doing?"

Mel propped herself on one elbow as she casually explained herself.

"Coming to bed, obviously: surely there's space, and I'd otherwise be all alone," she purred.

"I can't claim to be insulted that you think of us as a bedwarmer, but don't you have a boyfriend? Tall, known me for years, admittedly not here," I extemporised, "but you can't possibly have forgotten him."

"Andy knows what I'm up to, don't worry," she reassured me, as Emmy emerged from the bathroom.

"Smooth journey?" Em asked, climbing under the covers and pushing Mel further in, towards me. I knew, instantly, that—once again—I was an unknowing participant in one of her plots.

A small, detached part of me marvelled briefly, at Em's reaction to finding me (unwitting, I swear, milady) in bed with another girl.

"Not bad," confirmed Mel, ignoring me while apologising to Em, "Sorry it got late, things over-ran. Not too late, I hope, if you're both awake?"

Ignoring me superficially, that is, as her hand crept, unseen, to trace the length of my rigid dick. I knew that, as Em said, Mel and she sometimes like to share. So why would I object?

"Not at all. Perfectly timed, in fact, 'cos I think I wound Chris up a bit, and then put him off until the morning," said Em, glancing at the clock, "Which it now is, technically."

As if I needed another indication of Em's forward planning.

"Perfect," Mel grinned. She darted forward and planted her mouth on mine, kissing me hard. Almost before I could respond, she shoved her hand down my waistband, rapidly located my balls, and gave them a quick squeeze. I gasped, muffled by her mouth, and pulled my head back.

"You never muck around, do you," I asked, almost plaintively. Em just chuckled; Mel had the grace to look slightly bashful.

"Nope," she admitted, pulling out her hand, and straddling me with one leg as she climbed nimbly over me. I glanced down, as she passed, and saw a flash of dark clothes on pale skin, before she was hidden from sight again. Intrigued, I reached past her head to the switch, and flooded the room with light, and tugged down the duvet to examine her.

Mel's a small girl: cooperatively, she stretched her slender length out for me to see, arms reaching above her to free her blonde hair. My gaze roved over her, displayed beautifully. Not as pale as Em, her skin was slightly flushed from the warmth of her shower, and contrasted with the sheer black of her lingerie. Mel's breasts, no more than mounds, were as prominent as they could be, gently pushed up by a lace-edged bra, and I leant in to trail kisses cross their tops. I leaned back, and my eyes travelled over her narrow belly to the low cut filmy black triangle that covered her crotch, and the slender legs extending towards the edge of the bed. Mel gave a low chuckle at my obvious pleasure, which in turn made Em laugh silently, pressed behind me.

Em, too, had looked Mel over, and while I was distracted had reached her own hand round to my pyjamas. Loosening the tie, she pulled the waistband down, freeing my long-suffering cock. Wrapping a hand around the shaft, she slowly stroked.

I sank onto my back, and lifted my hips to allow me to discard the trousers, and then pulled Em to me. Her mouth melted under mine as she rubbed me, and I traced my fingertips down her sides. I laid one palm on her mound, and she pushed her hips forward, onto me, as my middle finger rested on her cleft. Never one to ignore a pretty girl, I reached the other way with my free hand, and located Mel, who had sidled closer to me. A second hand joined Em's, and cupped my ball-sack, tugging them slightly: I knew it must be Mel's. My hand found her pussy, smooth beneath the encasing fabric, and I nudged it aside to run a finger, delicately, across from her thigh and onto the lip.

Em broke off our embrace, and knelt aside me. Grabbing the hem of her short silky top, she pulled it over her head, her boobs jiggling slightly. I pounced one them, nipping the smooth surface gently between my teeth, before pulling on a taut pink nipple with my mouth. She gasped, and it was my turn to chuckle. One handed—lest I neglect Mel—I tugged on the shorts she wore, and forced them down to her knees. My hand was at her pussy immediately, as I kissed and licked her tits. Splaying her inner lips with my first and last finger, I could run the other two up from her hidden orifice, drawing wetness with me. I sought her clit in the fold at the top of her slit; finding it, she quivered slightly. Her hand returned to encircle my cock just as Mel abandoned me to pull off her own knickers, interrupting my handiwork only briefly.

I now had a pussy in each hand: both warm, and increasingly moist as their excitement grew.

"Lick me," begged Em, and she pushed me back and straddled me, facing my feet. Inches above my face was the neat pink slit, with its tidy auburn patch on the mound. Her lips were flared, slightly, and the little nub protruded slightly. I wasted no time, but parted her labia with one hand, and ran my stiff tongue from the opening to her cunt forwards. A little moan came from above. I felt Mel shifting, as she, too, straddled me, facing Em. I felt the warmth of Mel's pussy resting on my chest, as she embraced her room-mate.

"That's not fair," she teased, "I wanted to get eaten out."

"Should've been quicker," muttered Em, concentrating on the sensation of my lapping at her clit.

"Well, you can always help," said Mel, slyly, and I felt her weight lift from me. As she moved, I felt her feet aside my chest, and then her hands came next to my hips. I knew what was coming, and lifted my hips to help. Sure enough, Mel stuffed a pillow under my butt, then took the head of my cock into her mouth. Running her tongue around the sensitive rim almost made me lose my rhythm on Em's pussy. Sixty-nine always causes me delight in equal amounts with distraction: the sight, scent and touch of a quim in my face fighting the pleasure of the mouth on my cock. This, then, was greater delight and distraction, knowing that the pussy I serviced was not that of the girl swallowing my dick.

I was suddenly diverted by understanding what Mel had meant, and that she was mooning Em: her arse would be straight in front of Em's face.

"Oh, alright," sighed Em, "just this once."

Several things happened at once, then. Em must have spread the cheeks of Mel's butt, and plunged her tongue forward onto the naked cunny. In turn, the invasion of her cunt made Mel's arms suddenly weaken, and she sank onto my cock. The combination of Mel's tongue fluttering over my frenulum, and the knowledge of Em's cunnilingual activity, almost made me come, and my cock throbbed.

Fortunately, Mel realised, and slowly regained control of herself; I did the same. I knew, from previous conversation, that this was out of the ordinary for both girls. Nonetheless, Em clearly knew what she was about, because Mel's coordination was suffering. She whimpered slightly as she took my length deep into her, lips perfectly sealed around my shaft. Keen to prolong things, I distracting myself my concentrating on Em's pussy. My hands above me on her hips, and with her tilting her pelvis perfectly, I had her cunt spread before me. I circled the delicate nub with the tip of my tongue, then laved from across the hood of her clit back between her minor lips. Thanks to the hands on her hips, I could stop her bearing down too heavily on my jaw, though she tried. I refocused on her clit, aiming to get her off before she crushed my face.

Mel's moans were recognizable, now, for someone who'd heard her being eaten out. A two-tone 'oh-oh' was muffled by my shaft, but discernible all the same: she was close to a climax.

"My turn," announced Em, "I don't want to be the only girl here with her face full of pussy, Mel."

Em lifted herself off me, and settled herself next to my head at the top of the bed. Spreading her knees, she presented her pussy perfectly to Mel as she came off my cock with a long last suck and turned round.

"Grand," said Mel, flushed of face, as she examined her exposed friend. "It'll be easier than last time; you've even less hair."

(I knew I'd want to follow that particular revelation up later.)

Perching herself on one arm, Mel dropped her face to Emmy's crotch: Em's gaze followed, and latched on to the sight. Mel took a first, long, lick: right from Em's taint, up over the wet entrance to her cunt, between the lips, to tickle her clit. A gasp broke from Em, as she bit her lip.

"Fuck..." she muttered, and dragged her attention to me, "Don't just lay there, Chris," she smiled. "Get on and give it to her. I want you to destroy her: she's very demanding."

Mel, her face buried between Em's pale thighs, obviously acquiesced with Em's suggestion. As I knelt behind her, she cocked her hips to spread her cheeks and show me her pussy. Her hand was already there, a finger working her clit furiously as she licked Em out.

The petite blonde's slender frame didn't give me much to grab, but I held her by the waist as I lined myself up. Under Emmy's proficient mouth, Mel's labia had flared, the introitus opened slightly, welcoming. Mel herself had slicked my shaft with her own saliva, and Em and her juices left her bare pussy wetly lubricated. Carefully, I nudged the tip of my cock to rest at the entrance to Mel's passage. I took a moment to ready myself.

I drove into her cunt.

Piled in: one long, merciless impalement. Forced forward by my cock bottoming out in her twat, Mel's face was pushed into the pussy she was eating. With the finger already on her clitoris, my shaft jammed into her was enough, finally, to trip her over the edge of the abyss. A convulsive tattoo wrapped my shaft as her stretched vagina contracted on me as she came, and a drawn out moan drifted from Em's groin.

The contractions; the heat; the wet grip on my erect cock; I savoured them for the moment I allowed Mel.

But Em's command couldn't be ignored. In control, now, of the pace, I knew I could take my time and enjoy the nailing I would give Mel. I pulled out, risking coming out of her entirely, and instantly rammed back in, balls-deep.

Again.

I set a steady pace, not yet frantic, but using the full length of my shaft to split her open; stretching her pussy as far as I could with every stroke.

Again.

Em, captivated, watched with her eyes half shut, a growing flush spreading across her smooth tits as she held Mel's head close with one hand, and tweaked her own nipples with the other.

Again.

Another moan came from the sleek blonde head trapped at Em's pussy, as I slowly, surely, steadily increased my rate. Holding her by the hips, I had complete control, and could keep Mel's face up against its target, while ensuring I was ploughing her with my full length on every plunge. Even so, the concussion of me driving into her was rhythmically pushing her mouth and nose into Em.

Again.

Mel's index finger was flying across the sensitized nub between her legs: no need to help her, I could focus on my plundering. Her moans broke into a long, drawn-out squeal as she came again, followed swiftly by a gasp from Emmy. A convulsive shudder went through her loins, she grabbed Mel's head and arched her back as her orgasm overtook her.

I was torn between continuing to fuck Mel senseless, and a growing need to screw Em. I slowed my pace, slightly, without shortening the length of stroke. I guessed that in the same way, Em would want the stimulation of a filled cunt: as she'd said before, she does like a cock involved—although Mel's mouth seemed to have been pretty good.

A tremor passed through Emmy, and she opened her eyes once more, and watched me with a small smile. I grinned back.

Mel came up for air, and rested her head on Em's thigh, a little gasp coming from her every few strokes.

"Looks like Mel's been well used: can I have a go?" asked Em, hungrily.

"Mm-hmm," murmured the slender girl. I released my grip on her hips, and allowed her to slide off my shaft. She collapsed, almost, to one side, but with a finger slowly, delicately probing her flooded pussy. Em shuffled down the bed, and I quickly advanced towards her. She guided my stiff cock to her slippery opening, and her head went back with an 'oh!' as I slid, luxuriously, into her tight embrace.

A few long, slow strokes let my girth expand her cunt: Emmy wrapped her long, slim legs around my back, which helped lengthen the passage to accommodate me. Her pussy twitched as I slowly fucked her, the muscles in my legs bunching and relaxing as I revelled in the close fit of her tissue around me.

Wordlessly, I rocked to one side, so that we lay on our sides, Em's legs still round me. With slightly more space, she wriggled one hand down to where we joined, and pressed her clitoris against my pubic bone. Em's face buried in my neck, I felt Mel nestle behind me, the firm nipples on her almost flat tits pressing into my shoulder-blades. The knuckles of the hand buried in her pussy rubbed against the small of my back, as she slowly constructed another lazy orgasm.

Ever attentive to a naked girl in my bed, I reached back, over both our bodies, to Mel's butt. My fingers traced over her taut buttocks, towards the juncture of her legs. Instantly, she raised one leg, gifting me access. My fingers groped forward, grazing her delicate anus, and finding the sopping entrance to her well-fucked cunt. I sank two fingers in, and softly gyrated them. A hiss broke from Mel, as her cunny clenched around me, and Em emitted an answering moan.

I rocked back and forth, my dick sunk deeply into Em, and deliciously sandwiched between their beautiful bodies. Mel pushed her crotch against me, insistently. The heaviness of my balls, and the increasing throb in my shaft couldn't be staved off for any longer.




Midnight Visit



Holding Em tight to me with one arm, and clasping Mel behind, I dug my cock as far as it would go in Em's loving cunt, and allowed the sharp release of my orgasm. As the waves of fluid spurted out into Em's pussy, I could feel her muscles answer with a shudder, as she closed her eyes and surrendered in a final climax. As we juddered to a halt, one last groan came from Mel, her face buried in the back of my neck, and her hand jerked to a halt.

As I regained my breath, I contemplated.

"I'm glad you told me to wait 'til morning, now, Em."

Came the throaty reply, "You should always do as I say," she chuckled.

"Well trained," murmured Mel, sleepily "Mind if I doze a while?"

Still buried in Em, and with a hand resting on Mel's arse, I couldn't think of a reason to object to staying between the two gorgeous women for as long as possible.



Midnight Visitor



I am waiting outside my dorm for you, early in the morning hours. I know that it is against the rules to sneak a guy in, and if caught I could loose my RA job, but I don't care about that. What makes it so arousing is the danger of being caught. 

Soon, I see your car come easing up the road, and I walk to where you park your car. I am there as you open the car door and feel your arms engulfing me in its warm embrace, as well as your lips on my forehead. I lean up, and kiss you gently yet insistently and feel your response to my kiss.

I take your hand and lead you to the side door, take a quick look, and lead you up the stairs that is next to my room. I open the door quietly, and let you in. The room is lit with candles of various sizes, their different smells lingering in the air. I had set up a pallet on the floor, as my bunk beds are too small.

Soft music fills the room, and I feel your hands move to my shoulders. I feel them move up to my hair, and feeling the familiar wetness begin below I make a soft sigh of pleasure. I can feel your lips on the nape of my neck, making me shiver. Then you remove the clip that holds the long blonde hair up, and brush it with your fingers. My mouth opens slightly as I sigh again.

I turn around and look up at your eyes in the dim candlelight, seeing them glitter with desire and passion. My eyes are locked with yours as you lean down slowly and begin to place kisses at one corner of my mouth, then the other corner. My eyes close voluntarily as I feel your soft full lips take possession of mine and I wrap my arms around your neck. 

I feel your hands move over my back and over my sides. You then move back, remove your jacket, and toss it carelessly on the bottom bunk of my bed, then take mine off to join yours on the bed. Again I am in your arms, and your lips on mine again, only now taken with passion. 

I move my hands up over your sweater, feeling the muscles ripple underneath my hands. Moving up, my hands cradle your face as I return your passionate kiss, moving onto your hair. Your hands, run up my sweater to the warm skin of my back, the coldness of them making me gasp against your mouth. Feeling your hands tug at the clasp of my bra, I move my hands to help you. I step back, and look at you as I reach down and pull off my sweater. I then remove my bra, noticing your eyes darken as they see my breasts and the tightened nipples. 

I then reach out for your hands and place them on my breasts, tossing my head back in pleasure. Your lips travel along the exposed flesh there, as I grab your head to keep you there. You pull me closer to your body, making me feel your desire for me. I move my hands to take your sweater off, and greedily seek for your nipples, as your hands work their magic on my breasts. Your hands move down to the front of my jeans, and down over my pussy, feeling the heat emanate from there. I move to unbutton them, and you move your hands, shaking your head. You then proceed to remove my pants, sliding them as well as my panties down over my legs. I step out of them, and look down at you, as you kneel, watching and waiting.

As we are looking into your eyes, I can feel your hands sliding up my legs, over my thighs, hips and down back down to cradle my extremely wet vagina. You smile at me, and I give a laugh, knowing what you are thinking. You were always amazed at how wet I can get, but my laugh soon turns into a moan, as I feel your index finger slowly slide from my swollen clit to my asshole.

You reach up to take my hand, and gently pull on it, wanting me to join you on your knees. I kiss you gently as your hands then move to my shoulders, pushing me back onto the floor. You continue to kiss me as your hands run over my body, from my face to my thighs, over my breasts and down my arm. Moaning softly, I run my hand over your face, and down over your chest, playing with your nipples. You moan in response, and move your mouth over my neck, to my collarbone. Then over my upper chest, then to my breasts, one hand gently squeezing one and teasing the nipple, as the other is give attention with your mouth. I arch my back, wanting more of this loving attention. Your lips move down over my stomach, your tongue dipping into my belly button, making me giggle. I feel your smile as you kiss me, knowing that this was a ticklish area for me. 

You then move your lips down to my wetness, and I gasp as I feel your mouth take my clit. I can feel your tongue slide up and down over my clit, and in my tight hole. I quickly come to a sweet orgasm as you continue to slowly give attention to my sweet pussy. You then stand up, towering over me. I watch you as you slowly remove your pants, revealing your thick hardness. You move down beside me, and I am lying on your chest, as my left hand moves down to gently squeeze your hardness. I look at your face as you moan your pleasure at this movement. I kiss your nipples, and kiss my way down to your hardness.

Licking the tip, I slowly take your cock in my mouth, tightening my lips around you. Moving my head up and down, I feel your hands on my head encouraging me, and guiding me. I move my head up and kiss the tip softly, and move my hand to stroke you, only to remove it after a few strokes, and take you back between my warm lips. I again move my mouth up and down your hardness, and move it back up to graze my teeth lightly across the top, making you moan and squirm.

When you can no longer take my task, you gently move me onto my back, and grab my ankles to place them on your shoulders. Moving into position, you slowly enter me inch by inch, making me moan in pleasure. Loving the feel of you in me, I move my hips some, but you murmur, "No love, nice and easy...hmm yes that is it....yes" you encourage me, moving slow, making me feel every inch of you. Having become aroused from sucking you, I came again, feeling the world spin out of control. To ease your desire to join me, you wait until I calm down, and continue your slow and steady thrusts. I moan, loving the feel of you in me, like always. You continue this slow and steady pace, making me moan with pleasure, until I came again. Your own passion ran rampant as you feel me grip you tightly in my pussy. You begin to stroke faster and harder as you came closer and closer to that point where there was no turning back. 

Feeling you swell as your orgasm became imminent, I orgasm again, feeling you pour your hot juices in me. You collapse beside me, and gather me close in your arms. We close our eyes, and sleep for awhile, waking up before the sun came up. I sneaked you back out, with no one to see us. I kiss you passionately goodbye, and watch you as pull off, heading back home. I then return to my room and lay back down until I had to get up and get ready for my morning class.



Midnight Visitor



Taryn sat by her window, her naked body resting against the ledge. She stared anxiously out into the street, wanting and needing someone to tease her, to torture her and make her beg and plead for more. She had moved to a new town only months ago, and had not found anybody to drive her senses wild.

She stood up and sighed, closing the windows and refusing the world a second glance at her nakedness. AS each second passed, her arousal grew inside of her. Wild images entered her mind sending her senses slowly into overdrive. She could feel her former lover's touch on her skin, with their fingers entering inside of her and playing with her till she came.

Without warning, her hands flew to her breasts with her fingertips closing around her nipples as she remembered their last encounter. Every detail remained vividly in her mind - all the touching, all the holding and all the torture that was inflicted upon her body. She wished she could relive that, if only just once.

Taryn sat on her bed, facing the mirror and spread her legs. All ready her body was full of heat. Reaching down in between her legs, she began to play with herself. She took her clitoris and held it against her fingertips and lightly rubbed it. Watching her reflection in the mirror, she could see herself turning red from the orgasm that would inevitably come to her.

Taryn was about to enter herself when she heard a noise behind her. Before she had a chance to turn, her lights went out and cold hands clamped around her mouth, dampening out the scream that stuck in her throat.

"Don't be afraid," the voice whispered in her ear. Instead of fear, a sudden rush of electricity coursed through her body and she filled with a greater need for this person's touch on her body. 

"Lie down," she was ordered and she did so. Her visitor took her wrists and tied them to the bed head. Turning around, Taryn's visitor turned on the lights once more and arranged a variety of objects on the table. From the corner of her eye, she could see candles, rubber bands and a knife spread out before the visitor.

"Joe, is that you?" Taryn asked, her heart beating faster then before. Inside, her excitement was rising, her body filled with more heat from before. The visitor looked back at Taryn and removed her mask, revealing her former lovers face. Taryn squealed with excitement before Joe leaned down and kissed her.

"Let me get to work," she said, picking up the knife and holding it in her hands. She spread Taryn's, running the blade against her clitoris before inserting the blade inside of Taryn. S he moaned as Joe closed her legs. Joe could see and feel Taryn's wetness, sliding her fingertips just inside of her and tasting Taryn's pleasure.

Moving up Taryn's body, Joe began tracing her way up Taryn's body, licking and biting her way up to Taryn's mouth. Reaching to the table, Joe picked up the rubber bands and joined them together.

Taking one of one of Taryn's nipples in her hands, she tied the nipple tightly. Sensations that Taryn hadn't felt in a long time flew up and down her body as she tried resisting the orgasm was that mounting inside of her. This time she succeeded but she wondered how long she would last before coming all over the place. Joe took her other nipple in her hand, forcing her breasts together and tied the band around it. The sudden lack of blood to Taryn's nipples made her wetter then before.

By now, Taryn wanted Joe to stop teasing her and suck her until she came. She spread her legs in hope that Joe would take her pussy and lick it. But Joe just smiled at her and closed her legs and picked up the candle.

Lighting the wick on the object, Joe held the candle upside down, letting the wax drip onto Taryn's body. Taryn moaned and begged for more. She went down Taryn's body, covering her skin and her pussy with the candle remnants.

Joe smiled at Taryn as she opened Taryn's legs, leant down and removed the knife with her mouth. She looked back at her and smiled licking her lips. Blowing out the candle, Joe pushed it inside of her pussy, the heat from the flame that had been there only seconds before being put out by her wetness. Taryn held her breath as Joe rammed the candle inside of her pussy.

By now, Taryn was on the edge of exploding. She wanted Joe to taste her more and make her cum. But Joe had one last trick up her sleave. Removing her clothes, Joe slid her hand between her legs and started fingering her pussy in front of Taryn. She watched Joe like a hawk as she grabbed her breasts and began playing with them.

Taryn could see that Joe's deisre for pleasure was burning inside of her as much as Taryn. Joe bought herself to the edge of an orgasm, but stopped. Removing her fingers Joe walked to the bound Taryn and placed her fingers in her mouth. Taryn licked every inch of her fingers, tasting her pussy on them.

Joe sat on top of her and leant down and gave her a long hard kiss. Moving down her body, Joe stopped at Taryn's purple nipple and began to bite them. Taryn moaned, looking in anticipation to what she would do next. Joe turned around and faced Taryn's pussy.

Placing her legs on the side of Taryn's shoulders, she moved her body down so that Taryn's mouth could reach the pussy that was being offered to her. Taryn began sucking on her clitoris with Joe's moans filling the air. She could feel her lovers wetness and taste her pussy on her tongue.

Joe leant down into Taryn's wetness and began licking, tasting her pussy. Her tongue explored a familiar territory as she slid her tongue inside of her. Taryn arched her back offering Joe more. Taryn and Joe licked and sucked on each other, tasting each other, until they both orgasmed, sending streaks of desire through their bodies. Joe sat up and turned herself around, kissing her way back up to Taryn.

"Thank you," she said, kissing Joe on her mouth. For a brief moment, Taryn closed her eyes, thinking about the ecstasy that she had felt only moments before. She sighed loudly and opened her eyes and found that she was alone in the room.

There were no traces of Joe ever being in the room. Her hands and nipples were unbound and there was no wax on her body. She placed a hand in her pussy and felt that she wasn't wet, but partially damp. It had been a dream. Only a blissfully wicked dream...



Midnight Visitor



She crept into his room, the moonlight slanting across the bed as he lay there sleeping. His breathing slow and quiet as she stood next to the bed, gazing down with dark eyes. The sheet was slung low on his hips and her eyes wandered down to where it outlined his manhood. 

One arm rested above his head and she licked her lips nervously as she reached into her back pocket. She closed one ring of the handcuffs around an iron bar in the headboard and slowly closed the other ring around his wrist... listening to each soft click. She slid her clothes off leaving just her bra and panties on. 

His other hand rested next to his hip and she quickly closed the other set around his wrist and one of hers, shackling them together. He stirred but did not fully waken, then eventually settled back into sleep. The tension left her body and she gave a crooked, wicked little smile knowing what was to come. 

She sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets cool and soft against her legs. She pulled their joined hands to her body, resting hers against her breast and using her free hand to put his on the other, holding it there. Slowly she began to squeeze them together, heat pooling between her legs making her panties dampen with moisture. Her nipples hardened as she caressed her breasts with his hand and hers. 

A soft moan escaped her lips and she reached behind her to release the catch holding the material together. She needed to feel his hand on her hot skin. Black lace slid from her shoulders and caught on the chain holding them prisoner to each other. She moaned again, a little louder, as she settled their joined hands back on her now bare breasts... rubbing lightly. 

He stirred and his eyes opened slightly at the motion and sound. As his eyes slowly focused they widened, not believing the vision in front of him. He grunted in confusion and tried to sit up but realized he was also chained to the bed. 

"Where did you come from?" he asked, not understanding how this could be happening. But she just smiled and gazed into his eyes. As he stared back, he could see something familiar in the dark eyes gazing at him... comforting, yet exciting... and dangerous. 

He flexed the fingers on the hand held to her breast, caressing slowly.. softly. His skin began to heat and he felt his cock stir as he rolled her hard nipple between his fingers. She sighed and arched back slightly, still watching him, her blood heating as he stroked his fingers across her of his own free will. 

He began to knead the soft flesh harder, mimicking her own hand on the other breast, occasionally pulling back to pinch her nipple. Sometimes hard.. sometimes soft. Her back arched each time, the breathe hissing through her lips as she felt the electric charge shoot from her nipple to her pussy, causing the juices to flow, soaking the triangle of silk between her thighs. 

She guided their shackled hands down, rubbing his hand across the wet fabric covering her mound, letting his fingers feel her moist heat. She moaned and rocked against his hand, trying to relieve the burning ache low in her belly. He slipped a finger beneath the silk of her panties, the honeyed juice from her cunt dripping onto his finger as he slid it across the slick heat. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the sweetness from his finger, then returned their hands to her hips and slid her panties off. 

Once more reaching between her thighs he plunged his finger into her. Slowly pulling it out and then plunging it back in... over and over. Soon he felt one of her fingers join his in the hot wetness... her hips rocking with the force of their fingers. He watched as she reached up with her other hand and began to knead her breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers. As their fingers pushed inside of her, he rubbed his thumb across her clit, circling it rapidly until finally, with a long gutteral moan she arched her back and froze... straining wildly as he felt the muscles deep inside her clench and release. Her cum ran down over their joined hands, soaking the edge of his sheet. As she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, she raised their hands and they both leaned forward and began to lick the sweet wetness off of them. The sight of her pink tongue lapping up her own cum caused him to harden almost painfully. 

"Please," he begged pulling her hand down to his hard cock and wrapping her fingers around it. Covering her hand he began to slowly stroke her fingers up and down the length of his shaft. 

He watched as her eyes darkened and her tongue ran across her lips. The ache in his groin intensified as he imagined those full lips wrapped around him. He stroked their hands faster pumping his hips up... frustrated by his other hand still shackled to the bed, wanting to wrap his fingers in her hair and push her head into his lap. The time for gentleness was long past... he wanted to plunge his hard cock into her mouth and down her throat... fucking her face until he exploded. 

But she drew out his torture, slowly lowering her head to his chest, running her tongue along his pecs, sliding her teeth gently across his nipples. As her tongue slowly wound down his stomach, he lost control and pulled their hands off his rod and gripped the back of her head pushing down until the head of his cock rested against her wet lips. Her lips parted on a soft gasp, and he plunged his dick deep into her mouth. He groaned aloud as he felt the heat and softness of her tongue begin to stroke up and down his shaft. 

He held her head fast as he pumped his hips up and down, stroking deep, feeling the back of her throat closing around his hardness. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer and brought her hand down until his balls were resting on her palm wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock tightly. 

He looked down and saw his hardness sliding in and out of her pretty lips. Her eyes raised and stared deep into his, fire burning deep in the darkness of her irises. He felt the cum boiling in his balls and she moaned as she felt them tighten up and his cock swell. She plunged her mouth down over him faster, pulling him in deeper. With a hard moan, he began to shoot his load into her. 

The first blast went down her throat, the second hit the roof of her mouth and she held steady as the rest pumped her mouth full. She kept her mouth around him and slowly swallowed his cum, loving the salty, sweet taste. 

She slid up the length of his body and smiled at him, wrapping her free arm around him, settling in and waiting for him to rest up for the next round.



Midnight Visitor



He loved to just sit and watch her sleep. She was so beautiful and peaceful. Her skin looked like porcelain, and tonight he just had to touch her...

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I woke as the dark figure sat on the edge of the bed. It took a couple of seconds to register just what it was that woke me. To realize someone was sitting next to me. The room was so dark, not even moonlight to illuminate his features. I gasped, and my heart began to race. I could not muster a scream, and for some reason I didn't feel afraid. He must have heard me gasp, and slowly reached and touched my hand. Who was this gentle stranger? This mystery man? And how did he get into my room? As soon as the thought registered in my brain I felt a breeze across my face. I turned to see the curtains billowing from the open window. The fire escape; my private "balcony." I sat out there almost everyday and watched the world go by. Had he seen me there? Had he been watching me?

I felt his fingers massage my hand, then slowly lift it to his lips. His kiss was so sensual on my hand. As he kissed each finger tip and lightly touched it with his tongue. I felt warmth in my stomach, spreading lower. When he finished kissing my hand, he touched it to his cheek. I could feel the stubble of a day's growth on his face. I brushed my thumb across his lips. I heard him sigh, and felt him tremble at the small touch. For some reason I felt suddenly empowered. I sat up, with my hand at the back of his neck. I found his lips. We kissed. A slow sensual kiss. When it was over I was trembling. He tasted so good. His arms, now around me, felt so strong and protective.

I felt his hands, warm on my back. They moved to the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled back instinctively and raised my arms. With that the shirt was gone. If only I could see his face; look into his eyes. What did he want? Why was he here?

He pulled me to him and kissed my neck as his hands found my breasts. He smelled so familiar. But the thought left me as I moaned when he teased my nipples into hard peaks. He leaned into me and I laid back on the bed. His mouth was on one breast as his hand continued to massage the other. The sensations were wonderful and I arched up against his mouth. Electric shock shot to my sex each time he took a nipple into his mouth or rolled it between his fingers. I plunged my hands into his hair, which felt curly to the touch. His hands began to move down my stomach. Very slowly he made his way to the waist band of my shorts. My fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair, over and over again. His mouth soon followed the trail his hands had made. I felt his hot lips and tongue on my stomach. His fingers grazed lightly over my thighs and under the hem of my shorts. There was nothing stopping him from feeling how wet I already was. As his fingers touched my wetness I could feel his deep moan vibrate across my stomach. My hips bucked at his touch as if they had a mind of their own. I sighed. His touch was so light I wasn't sure if I was imagining it. I just wanted his fingers to touch me, to push inside me. I was urging him, lifting my hips to meet his hand. He was just out of reach. Finally I reached down and pulled the shorts off. I couldn't take any more. 

"Please touch me." I whispered. As his fingers moved into me I cried out. It felt so wonderful. 

I could feel his breath on my thighs. I anticipated his tongue on my clit. My mind was running wild with anticipation. He lightly kissed my thighs. With my fingers in his hair I tried to pull him up to my wet cunt. He didn't move until I cried out for him.

"Please taste me. Touch me with your tongue." I begged. I could feel my orgasm so close now. It was building with so little touch, just with anticipation and need. His fingers found my g-spot as his tongue found my clit. My world exploded as I rode my orgasm on his face. It was so wonderful. I was so engrossed in the wave of climax, I barely registered as his weight shifted off the bed. 

"Please don't go!" I called. 

Then he was above me. I could feel his erection probing me. I spread my legs to welcome him in. So slowly and gently he entered me. Kissing away my cries of joy as each blessed inch filled me. He shifted his weight onto his elbows. He leaned down and took first one nipple then the other into his mouth; giving me a minute to get adjusted to his size.

I reached down and put my hands on his perfectly shaped ass, urging him to move inside me. I wanted, and needed to feel the movement. The wonderful friction. He began slowly. Pulling out to the tip and then back in slowly. It was as if every nerve in my cunt was newly awakened. I could feel every sensation so intensely! I arched my hips up to him, urging him to thrust. Finally he indulged me and began a faster pace. After a few minutes I wrapped my legs around his waist to take him in even deeper. Oh, god, it felt so good. 

"Faster." I whispered. He did. 

"Deeper." I urged. With that he flipped, and I was on top, coming down on his cock. It was so deep. I could almost feel it in my throat. He lifted me with each thrust. He lifted my hips up and brought them down against his up-thrust. I leaned down and he took my nipples in his mouth one at a time. I could feel another orgasm building.

"Oh, mercy." I gasped as it began to sweep over me.

He reached down with one hand and touched my clit and I spiraled over the edge. My body quaked as it took over me. I could feel my sex muscles spasm around his fullness. I heard myself screaming. He bucked up into me faster and harder with each thrust. I thought my body would come apart. I had never felt anything so intense. I collapsed against his chest. His strong arms encircled me and held me tightly and tenderly until my breathing returned to normal. Then he very gently turned us on our sides and took my hands and placed them on either side of his face. He began to move again. His hands on my hips held me close until he was ready to come. I never heard a sound. He leaned forward and buried his head in my breasts and I could feel his body trembling. He breathed a deep sigh and stopped. It was so tender. I held him to my chest until I fell asleep.

I awoke as sunlight spilled thru the window. I sat bolt upright in bed. Had it all been a dream? No, it couldn't be. It was all so real. I looked at the window. Closed. My clothes were off. The t-shirt on the floor and the shorts bunched up in the sheets. I looked around and then I saw on the nightstand: an empty condom wrapper and a single white rose.

Now I just wait for my midnight visitor. I will gain his confidence and his identity.



Midnight Visits



My stories tend toward the nonconsent/taboo side, but I want to be clear that I'm in no way suggesting that the acts in my stories are okay. Forced sex is a fantasy I enjoy and I write for other similarly minded people. Real rape is ugly and sad, and if it's something you're considering acting out you should seek help.

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Just a quickie. Hope you enjoy. All characters are 18+

I stare up into the blackness of my dark room, listening to the horrible sounds from down the hall. I hear the shuffling of the bed against the wall, the grunts and sighs...Sometimes I plug my ears, but never for long; some masochistic part of me needs to hear.

"Fuck me harder!" she moans loudly. 

The walls are just not thick enough in this house. I wonder if she has any idea that I can hear every moan, every scream, every filthy thing she cries.

Probably not. My dad's wife - I never refer to her as my stepmother, even in my thoughts - is an egocentric bitch, and consideration of me is not something that appears to take up much of her time or energy.

He told me they were close to divorce a year after they married, which was when he started visiting my bed at night. I was young and naive then; I'm almost twenty now, and though he still tells me he plans to leave her, I finally know better.

"Like that, baby! Fuck my cunt!"

My cunt clenches in response.

That's one of the worst things about it all. As much as I hate the sounds of him fucking her, I can't help but imagine it, his broad shoulders rippling as he clenches her hips, his thick cock driving in and out...It's my nightly purgatory. There is almost never a night where they don't fuck and I don't lie here, torn between bitterness and arousal.

I hear the frantic sounds of flesh slapping flesh, and the low, throaty moan that means she's coming. I envision her cunt convulsing around him, greedily milking him for his cum. A moment later comes the grunt of my father reaching his own orgasm. I imagine his seed spurting from his cock, and my womb tightens in response.

I glance at the clock.

What feels like an eternity later - but in reality is 28 minutes - I hear the quiet sound of my door opening and closing.

I roll over and face the wall petulantly.

He climbs into bed and presses up against my back, dropping a kiss on my neck and encircling my stiff body with his arm.

"Sorry, baby. She took a while to fall asleep," he murmurs against my ear.

"You'd think she'd be more tired after all that fucking. You must have been pretty boring tonight," I snap.

I feel his smile before he nips the shell of my ear.

"Mad again?" His tongue plunges into the whorl of my ear, and I can't stop the gasp that escapes.

"I hate you," I whisper bitterly, but it comes out breathy. My hips rock back into his as he swirls his tongue around, in and out, tantalizing every nerve ending in my sensitive ear.

"That's too bad," he whispers, resurfacing. "'Cause I still love you, and I want to fuck your tight little pussy till you come all over my cock."

I clench again inside, and feel a rush of wetness. 

His hand slides under my now loosened arms, and he cups my breast, stroking his thumb over my nipple through my tank top. His lips drop back to my neck, whisperingly teasingly over my sensitive skin. My hips start rocking back against him rythmically. My body wants to be filled by him, the only man it's ever known.

"Tonight I'll cum inside you, and we'll make you pregnant. Would you like that? Hmm?" he asks, tugging the strap of my tank down my arm until my breast is bared.

I would love nothing more than to have this man's child inside me. I know he loves the curve of a pregnant belly, the swell of breasts full of milk - he's told me, just as he's told me all his filthiest secrets. I often imagine how I would walk around the house barely clothed, maybe naked, enticing him, and he could fuck me anytime he wanted.

The image is too much, and my hand shoots down between my legs to rub my clit. But he snatches my hand away and pulls it behind my back, tsking at me.

"If you want to come, I'm right here. All you have to do is ask."

I try to put up at least a token resistance, to act like he doesn't have all the power in our relationship, but he nips at my ear again, and I feel myself weakening. He nibbles along the shell of my ear down to my earlobe with its supercharged nerve endings, and another moment of his lips and his hot breath are all it takes to break me.

"Please make me come, Daddy," I moan quietly.

He slips his hand into my panties, and starts rubbing my clit teasingly. The pressure isn't hard enough. I reach my leg back over his hip and arch into his hand, demanding a firmer touch.

"So greedy," he laughs, pressing only a little harder.

I reach back and grab his hair, turning my face to press my lips to his. Our tongues find each other immediately, stroking against one another as I pant into his mouth.

I am so, so ready. My nightly purgatory also acts as a kind of foreplay, plumping the lips of my pussy and moistening my slit as I listen to the woman I hate get fucked by the man I love. Where he is sated and lazily gearing up for his second fuck of the night, I am starving for the feel of him inside me.

"Fuck me now, Daddy. Please!" I whisper against his mouth. I know what he wants to hear: "Fuck your baby girl..."

He kisses me again, long and deep, and his fingers slide into my cunt. 

"So wet," he murmurs. "No patience at all."

He rolls me onto my back and kneels between my legs, still lazily sliding his fingers in and out of me. He leans back down and captures my nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the tip. By now I am clenching desperately around his fingers, needing more.

He yanks down the other side of my tank top and moves to the other nipple, teething and sucking it while the first pebbles from the cooling saliva.

"Imagine these filled with milk." He presses kisses all around the curve of one breast. "I would drink from you every day. You could ride my cock while I sucked these sensitive little nipples."

He moves down to my tummy, trailing kisses as he moves downward. His tongue dips into my bellybutton. "And your belly, all round with my baby inside you. I would fuck you all day, and I still wouldn't get enough of you."

I am panting, unbearably turned on, but I am completely serious when I reply, "So make me pregnant, Daddy. I want your baby inside me."

His hand clenches on my hip. I know he loves that.

He yanks off my panties, and before I can even tilt my hips, he's slammed inside me, cock buried to the hilt. He begins long strokes into me, with the soaking wet walls of my cunt fluttering around him.

"I was gonna take my time, but you make me so fuckin crazy!" he growls.

I love that I make him forget himself, and I love the feel of his cock stretching me wide with each thrust. I was made to fit him. His is the only cock I've ever had, the only one I ever want. With each thrust of his hips, I ride higher, lost in the waves of sensation that only he can make me feel.

I'm ready to come, but sometimes he likes to tease me by denying me, slowing or stopping his thrusts when he can feel that I'm close.

So I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper, "I would let you make me pregnant as many times as you wanted, Daddy. I'd have as many babies as you wanted, so you could feel my pregnant belly all the time." The words come out throaty with all the longing that I feel.

That does the trick. He thrusts into me hard, and I imagine for one whimsical moment that I can feel my womb opening to him, readying for his seed. My cunt is tightening rythmically, trying to milk his cock for semen.

"I want your baby..."

He groans, twisting his hips against mine trying to get even deeper inside. "My sweet baby girl! Take it!"

I would give anything to bear this man's child, to be the only woman in his life and to be able to extend our relationship to every room of the house, not confining it to these midnight visits.

As he fucks me, I imagine myself heavily pregnant with my daddy's baby, sucking his cock while he works in his office; being finger-fucked while I make us dinner; going to bed with him each night and being able to SCREAM without fear of discovery.

My cunt clamps down on him and I begin to tremble as I come, jerking my hips up to meet his thrusts. My fantasies play through my mind like a video reel, and my orgasm goes on and on. I clench down on him over and over.

"Jesus!" he gasps, quickening his pace.

His hips are slamming into me violently when he groans and spills inside me.

I feel the sticky fluid pouring into me, and my pussy clamps down on him again. I want none of his sperm to escape. I want my chances of getting pregnant this night to be as high as possible.

He collapses against me, breathing heavily. Our bodies are slick with sweat, but he feels perfect against my skin. I hook my ankles over the backs of his thighs, enjoying the feel of him softening inside me. I want to sleep like this.

He lifts his head and presses a soft kiss to my lips. "What got into you tonight?"

"My daddy did, like he does every night," I answer mischievously.

He chuckles. He pulls out of me though, leaving me feeling bereft until he rolls to his back and tugs me over to curl up against him.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, baby," he replies, pressing a kiss to my hair.

"When are we going to be able to really be together? I'm tired of hiding."

"I am too," he soothes, "But it's not the right time yet, you know that. We'll be able to be together soon, but until then, we still have our mignight visits," he says mischievously, planting a wet kiss on my neck.

"But I want to have your baby, instead of just talking about it!" I sound petulant, and it annoys me, but this is what he reduces me to: a whiney little girl.

"You will, sweetheart! Just wait a bit, and then we'll be able to live together how we want, and I'll give you all the babies you want," he murmurs placatingly.

Once that would have soothed and reassurred me. But lately I've been starting to question his sincerity. 

On my worst days, I think he's using me. He knows I'll do anything for him, anything to please him. When I'm low and insecure, I worry that his talk of having a baby with me is just sex talk that he has no intention of actually following through on. He has, after all, had me on birth control since we started our nightly visits. In my darkest hour, I worry that he will never leave her. I worry that I will spend the rest of my life stuck in this nightly purgatory, waiting desperately for whatever he's willing to give me, and lapping it up gratefully because some of him is better than none.

Mostly though, I believe he truly wants to be with me, but that he's gotten complacent. He doesn't want to deal with the fallout of divorce, and, even though he loves me, he is also a man and enjoys fucking two women each night. Though I would never leave him, I've grown tired of putting up with his complacency.

As I lie there with my troubled thoughts, his breathing has grown deep and even. He's asleep. Sometimes he does this, and I love these nights the best. When I can spend a couple of hours curled up against him, pretending that she's gone and we're really together. He always wakes though, prodded by some internal alarm that allows him to wake before she does and be back in their bed. Leaving me alone.

I wish I could just arrange to have her walk in on us, but I know that she'd be a vindictive bitch and use what my dad and I do to destroy him. As much as I would love to have her gone immediately, I would never do anything to hurt him. My arm tightens around him at the thought, and his arm clutches me tighter in his sleep.

I drift off for a bit too. When I wake, dim light is creeping in around the edges of my black-out curtains, illuminating him as he rolls out of bed. I gaze up at him sleepily, sad but not surprised that he's once again slinking back to her before sunrise. 

"Hey, baby." He leans down and kisses me softly. "I've gotta get back to bed before my absence is noted. But, as always, you made my night." He gives me a melting grin.

"Can't you stay a bit longer?" I whisper.

"No, sweetie. If I do, I'll end up fucking you again, and you know she likes to fuck in the morning. Gotta have something left in the tank." His smile turns apologetic.

He kisses me again, then leaves quietly, heading back to his room and his complacent existence, confident in the knowledge that even though he will fuck her this morning and then again tonight, I will still be here in my bed tonight, wet and waiting for him. I've never given him a reason to think differently. 

He thinks I'll just wait around forever, allowing him to avoid the unpleasantness of divorcing her and to indulge in the fun of fucking us both. He placates me by saying he'll leave her "when it's time," but he's gotten too comfortable, and he doesn't worry that his adoring baby girl will ever rock the boat.

Well, the joke's on him. I stopped taking my birth control a month ago.