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After The Move

By: Reshbod



We had finally finished helping my friend Dave move into his new condo. Most of his friends had already left and it was just the three of us. I was standing with Susan kissing her goodbye. She needed to get her brother's pickup back to him before it got too late. It was just beginning to get dark and she had to drive across town. As she climbed into the truck, she waved and reminded me to call her tomorrow. I gave her a big thumbs up as she drove off smiling. As I re-entered Dave's condo, he was picking up the pizza boxes and throwing the empty beer bottles away. I started hooking up his TV and getting all the equipment put in the right places. Fortunately most of his furniture was small and not too difficult to put back together. He believed in living fairly simply, something I wish I could do...

It was now about 9:00 and we had been at work for three hours. Sitting on the couch rather tired, I grabbed my water bottle and chugged down what remained. Flipping through the remote, Dave said,

"Well, Mark, the cable won't be hooked up until Monday wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure...what have you got"?

"I think that box has some movies," He said pointing to the box beside me.

Reaching in, I pulled out several of his gay porn movies. Exaggeratedly I rolled my eyes, as he self-consciously laughed. 

It really wasn't a big deal to me that he was gay. We met in college and it was over 2 years before he even told me. As we hung out, I got more and more comfortable with the idea of men being together until it almost seemed natural. I was never interested in being with a man and neither he nor his friends ever came on to me. Sometimes a couple of them would playfully flirt, but it meant even less than when I do it with Susan's friends.

We were finally able to relax and neither of us felt like going through any other boxes. I tossed one to him and said, "Put it in if you want, I don't care."

I had never seen a gay porn before, but I figured it would be something to do, and besides, its not like it would excite me or anything. During the sex scenes I could just look at a magazine or something. 

In the meantime, Dave grabbed the tape and looked at it. Looking up he said, "Hey, this is a good one, it has a plot and everything."

"That's wonderful." I said. 

The plot, what there was of one, involved some guy looking for his cat. Each door had a rather muscular man, who would invite him in, and then they would end up in bed, on the floor and in a hot tub. The first couple of scenes, I pretty much avoided, but the last one in the hot tub, I found kind of interesting. I must admit both men in the scene were quite attractive and I couldn't help get a bit aroused.

The movie ended. I looked at Dave and saw that he was looking at me, with an odd look in his eye.

"What?" I asked

"So, what'd ya' think?"

"It had certain flaws, the acting was sub-par and the dialog was atrocious."

"No, really." He insisted. 

"I don't know, it was interesting, I guess."

Looking at him, I suddenly saw him in a different light. He was quite attractive with his dark hair and his muscular physique. He's 6'2 inches with a very commanding presence. I am slightly shorter at 6 even. I have always been thin, but lately have been trying to build more muscle mass, to limited success. 

Unfortunately, my hair is already thinning at the tender age of 32, while his is not even gray for an old man at 33. We have seen each other naked at the gym, but I never really paid much attention. While lengthwise we were probably in the average range, his did have more girth. Since he was physically bigger than I am that only seemed natural.

We both worked out weekly, but I have never had much luck building up much past where I was. I felt myself getting hard, so I tried to angle myself so Dave wouldn't see. Unfortunately, it didn't work. He got up, walked over to me, and sat down. Aware of how close he was I squirmed a bit and looked back to the blank TV screen. 

"Want to watch another video?" He asked as his hand lightly landed on my leg. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice cracking. I'd never really thought of him like that, or any man for that matter. My heart was beating very fast. I was getting a little scared. 

Leaning into me Dave kissed me, softly at first. I couldn't resist and when I didn't, he kissed me harder. I don't know how long we kissed, but I pushed him away, breathless. 

"Stop, we can't," I stammered. Though my brain was saying "no", my body was shouting, "YES!" 

"I can't do this to Susan, I...I." Dave didn't let me finish. Instead, he kissed me again. I know it was wrong; I'm in love and probably going to marry Susan. Unfortunately we were so busy moving, and doing other things we hadn't made love for a couple of weeks, and now I realized that I needed release, bad. I knew it was wrong, but when Dave began massaging my cock through my pants, I didn't stop him. I didn't want to stop him. The way he was touching me and kissing me made me want him badly. In fact, I helped him by unbuckling my belt and shedding my pants and underwear, freeing my rock hard penis. 

After he removed my shirt, then undressed himself, he stood up, took my hand and led me into the bedroom, where the mattress had been placed on the floor. Looking around the room, he walked towards one of the smaller boxes, opened it up and pulled out a small jar of something and set it by the mattress. Confused, I looked at Dave as he turned around and kissed me again, passionately, as I reached around to massage his perfectly round ass. He then dropped to his knees on the mattress and hungrily put my cock into his mouth. It only took a few licks of the head for me to shoot the biggest most intense orgasm of my life. Susan had never been able to get me off that quickly or powerfully. Collapsing onto the mattress, he got on top of me and kissed me some more. The taste of my cum in his mouth almost made me rock hard again. Turning him over, it was my turn to make him feel good. His cock was nice and big. I only had it in my hands for a couple seconds before I stuffed it in my mouth. Though I had never really thought about sucking off a man, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world right now. I sucked and licked the length of his shaft, massaged his balls and tried to do everything I like having done to me. It must have worked because he began moaning loudly. As his climax began building Dave pushed my head off of him, to my big disappointment. 

He then positioned me onto my hands and knees and quickly got behind me. Rubbing his drenched cock on my asshole, I was anticipating and fearing what was going to happen next. Noticing him reaching for whatever he had put by the mattress I looked around and saw it was a jar of Vaseline. I had never had anything in my ass bigger than a thermometer from when I was a child. Susan once asked me if I would be interested in being fingered, but I told her in no uncertain terms that I was not. Now I was going to be penetrated by something much larger. As he scooped out a large gob of the gel, he smeared it all over his cock, and then rubbed some on by ass. Instead of being scared, I was even more turned on. I started gently rocking my backside wanting him to hurry up. He then grabbed my hip with one hand and positioned his well-lubed dick at the entry point. Slowly pushing into me, I felt it slide further and further. He was going interminably slowly, though fortunately it was much less painful than I had expected and went in with much ease. As he picked up speed he pushed further into me, further than I thought possible. My girlfriend was good at pleasuring me, but she was no match for my friend. He was making me crazy! 

Pumping faster and harder, the pain began to subside. Letting out a long, loud moan, he cried out then emptied himself into me. Thrusting into me a few more times until his orgasm subsided we both collapsed onto the mattress. Out of breath we stayed like that for a while. 

Rolling off of me, I then turned to face him. "Jesus, Dave that was fucking incredible." He just looked at me, and then looked at my softening penis. Reaching over and grabbing it he said, "nope, not finished with you yet." Getting me hard again, he then proceeded to look around the room. Finding the lube again, he grabbed it, got a handful then began stroking my cock getting it hard and slippery. He then got up and straddled me as I helped guide myself into him. Slamming myself into him as he bounced on top of me, I felt my orgasm begin to well up. I again came inside of him while I rammed myself into him furiously. He collapsed on top of me and we just stayed there holding each other, kissing occasionally. 

Lying in bed caressing each other, we eventually drifted off to sleep. Waking up to the clacking of metal pots in the kitchen, I looked around the room for some clothes, then remembering they were still in the living room. Finding a box with some leftover pizza, I sat down and began eating. Dave, noticing me walked into the living room came over wordlessly, grabbed a slice and sat down next to me. Not knowing what to do, I sat there eating. 

"So, How'ya feeling?"

"Tired and sore" I cracked. "And you."

"Great! If I had known how good it would be, I would've done you ages ago."

Putting my pizza down took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. For a brief second, he flashed a nervous look, waiting for me to speak.

After a long pause I finally said, "well...looks like we have a lot of catching up to do."

He let out a large chuckle as I leaned towards him and began kissing him passionately.

After the Move...



They were bringing in the last few boxes from the truck that they had driven across a few states. Jane stood at about 5 foot 3 with an athletic frame, beautiful 34C tits, and a wonderful ass. She had shoulder length chestnut hair that seemed to tinge reddish in the right lighting. Right now she looked exhausted, a little sweaty, her hair was messy, with loose strands going every which way. It had been a long few days, but she felt good to finally be in a home, all that had to be done was unpacking now.

After setting the last box down Dan closed the rear door of the truck, the sun just barely visible as it slid beneath the edge of the horizon, the sky darkening bit by bit as night began to slide over the world. The stars slowly blinking to life like so many candles being lit in the sky. Dan was 5 foot 8 inches, with a barrel chest, semi-cut arms, close cropped dark brown hair, and very hazel eyes. There was always a smile ready to light up his face.

Dan laughed at Jane a little as she came in, looking disheveled and upset, complaining about how she was all sweaty and grimy. Dan quickly replied ,

"You should just hop in the shower while I order some dinner for us."

"That sounds like a good idea, I feel so grimy like this." Jane replied, moving acroos the room to give Dan a hug and a lingering kiss before she set out for the bathroom.

Dan picked up the phone and ordered some pizza and buffalo wings from the local pizza place. Dane heard the water from the shower turn on shortly before hanging up the phone. After hearing that the pizza place was busy and that it would take upwards of an hour and a half for the order to get there Dan said that was fine and hung up the phone.

Dan moved off in the direction of what was going to their bedroom. He stepped into the room ans quickly opened a box that was similar to all the others, except that he had put a very special object in there that he had bought just for Jane and it seemed like the perfect time to give it to her. He reached into the box and pulled the object out of the small case it had come in and headed towards the shower, discarding his clothes on the way.

Dan heard Jane humming to herself in the shower as he quietly snuck into the bathroom, it was easier now that he had left all of his clothes in the other room, his manhood standing out rigid in front of him with the promise of what was to come.

He swept the shower curtain aside and stepped in behind Jane, his hand covering her eyes while he moved his other hand behind her back back. He moved his lips to the nape of Janes neck, sweeping aside the wet hair sticking to her skin. Kissing, sucking and gently nipping at the soft flesh there. 

He murmured quietly into her ear,

"I have a surprise for you, keep your eyes closed."

Jane let out a little moan that he took to be an acknowledgement as his hand slid down her face, then to the back of her shoulder, under her arm, then caressed the side of magnificent breast, the fingers brushing along the gentle curve. Then slowly sliding inward just lightly grazing the nipple, causing it to perk slightly, a small gasp emitting from Janes lips.

Slowly his hand drifts down further, he could feel her breathing quicken as it inches down her stomach until he can feel the short coarse hair rubbing against his hand as she thrusts her hips forward trying to push his fingers into her wet pussy. He let his index finger slip inside of her and she let out a low moan as she pushed back against him. His shaft pushing into the small of her back. 

The feeling of Janes wet folds was almost making Dan lose control, he could feel his balls tighten and thought he might burst unto Janes back. He took a few short breaths to calm himself down and withdrew his hand from her now dripping pussy lips and slowly slid his other hand around her body.

Moving it down to her wet opening, he slowly slid the object that was in his hand inside of her. Jane let out a high moan as she felt it enter her swollen pussy. Dan flicked a switch on the base of it and it began to vibrate. Dan had to throw his arm around Janes waist to keep her from collapsing as the orgasm washed over her body. Dan slowly withdrew the device and set it on the floor out side the shower.

Placing a hand on her head he pushed jane forward. She bent over at the waist, allowing dan to take a second to admire her form, his eyes running over her smooth, musuclar back and the swell of her tight buttocks. Slowly he pulled them apart and looked at the little circle of skin that that stood out a little. Letting his finger run down and around that little bud, inducing further moans with his slow expidition. 

He slowly pushed his finger into her ass, only a little bit then quickly he moved on, placing the head of his hard member against the opening to janes wet lips,moving it up and down a few times, rubbing her clit with it until finally he thrust into her, slowly at first. Moving in a precious little at a time, the pulling out just as slowly. Leaving her sputtering and begging for him to fuck her.

"Please Dan, OH PLEASE FUCK ME!! Your cock feels soo GOOD in my Pussy. OOOHH GOD! DEEPER PLEASE!"

This continued for a few minutes, letting her body begin to build up towards a wonderful orgasm. He began to thrust faster and harder into her. Grinding his hips against her as she pushed back into him. Finally he felt the familiar pressure as his seed was about to spurt forth, quickly he pulled he swollen member out of her puffy pussy, pushing the head of his penis against her asshole, he pushed inside of her. Jane cried out in surprise as he entered her.

Janes back arched in pleasure as he thrust into her hard, his load spilling into her bowels. As the liquid sped from his body into her, he thrust two fingers into her pussy hard over and over, as quickly as he could, feeling the muscular walls contract and tighten around his fingers as another orgasm swept over her. So was moaning and mummbling incoherently now, her words habing little meaning besides the occaisonal fuck and oh god.

Dan slowly withdrew his fingers and pulled Janes body up against his, his softening member slipping out of her as he did, and pulled her mouth to his for a kiss, the water of the shower running over the. He pressed his lips against hers, loving the feel of her body pressed against him. He opened his mouth a little, his tongue rushing out to move over her lips, relishing the little gasp or breath she let out as he did so, then pushed his tongue into her mouth to roll around hers.

It was then they heard a few swift knocks on the door, reluctantly Dan pulled himself away and grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt and moved through the house to the front door. Grabbing the pizza box and bag of buffalo wings and taking them to the living room floor, the house was still devoid of furniture, and sitting down. 

Dan heard the shower still running and figured Jane was still cleaning up, he set about rummaging through the boxes for a couple plates to have dinner on. A few minutes passed as he did so, eventually he found the plates and as he sat down he noticed Jane coming out of the bathroom, a blue towel wrapped around her otherwise nude body, lovingly molding to her lovely curves. Just enough to suggest all of the features of her amazing body but none of the details he so craved.

Jane clutched the little vibrator in her hand, a little grin on her face. Dan moved to get up as she approached but she pushed him back down, 

"You can watch, but no touching, no go sit down."

With this he sat back and settled in as she sat down on a sturdy box with clothes scrawled across the side in black marker. As she sat down the towel slid away from her chest, fully exposing her breasts to the air, the nipples starting to harden as the air touched them.

Much to Dans disappointment the towel had bunched around her waist, granting him no clear view of the beautiful mound that lay beneath, almost as if she were able to sense his discomfort at this she slid a hand down between her legs, and slid a finger inside of herrself, letting a little gasp escape her lips as she did so.

Dans hand quickly moved down to the front of his shorts and the bulge that was appearing there, rubbing it up and down as he watched Jaane pleasure herrself. Setting down the vibrator she began to massage her breast with her free hand, still teasing him by assuring that he could not see anything going on under the towel except the movement of her hand as her fingers pushed in and out of her pussy, along with the slight squishing sound that accompanied that action.

She could see he was getting more and more turned on by this and moved her fingers faster and faster. Her other hand teasing her nipples, squeezing them and rolling them back and forth. Dan could hardly control himself watching her, finally she couldn't handle the pressure and your orgasm rushed forth, moaning out as it passed over you.

Jane could see that Dan was close himself and told him to stop and just watch her. Reluctantly he pulled his hand away from his throbbing member and watched as she pulled her hand up from between her thighs, her fingers glistening with pussy juices, she beckoned him to come just within reach and thrust her hand into his mouth, allowing him to savior the taste of her dripping mound. 

He sucked on each of fingers, moving to each one lovingly, running his tongue up and down the length of each. The taste of her skin and juices mixing into a taste that seemed to hold infinite pleasure for him. Jane slowly pulled her hand from him and told him to go back and sit down, that now she had a surprise for him. He reluctantly scooted back across the floor, folding his legs under himself and leaning back, the bulge in his shorts showing prominently.

Jane reached down and picked up the vibrator, a little reddish cylinder that rounded off to a tip. perhaps 4 inches long and an inch wide. Then she rotated around on the box so that her side was facing Dan, she pulled the towel away, leaving herself completely unclothed, slowly she spread out her legs, assuring that Dan could still not see that most intimate part of her, then, leaning back she ran the vibrator up and down the slit that parted her puffy lips. Dan started to move but she looked at him quickly and said to stay where he was, reluctantly he settled in to watch her.

Jane then reached down and with one thrust of her wrist took the whole vibrator inside of herself, thrusting it in and out a few times, moaning Dans name and gasping as she impaled herself on it time and again, this was beginning to become to much for dan to bear, then she turned to him, and he saw why she had taken so long in the shower after he had left for the pizza..

The short curly hairs that had surrounded her pussy had all been shaved away, leaving it completely bald. Dan was completely amazed, he could not take his eyes off of it, the little vibrator thrusting in and out of her pussy, the juices running down her thighs as her moans became more urgency, then she reached down and nudged the little stud that turned on the vibrator.

Jane nearly screamed as the orgasm tore through her body, the sheer sexuality of the moment adding to the experience as he sat watching her, mesmerized by her performance. Dam could stand it no longer and moved to her, a sense of primal urgency taking control of him. He quickly moved Jane down to the floor having her lay on her back. He took the vibrator from her hand and turned it off, and began to rub it up and down her super sensitive lips and clit, then he thrust it inside of he, latching onto her clit with his lips and sucking on it as he did so.

He thrust the small rod in and out of her over and over as he ran his tongue around your her, she was no longer moaning but screaming his name as she washed into another orgasm, she seemed so close to blacking out and pulled Dans head and hands away from he now ultra sensitive pussy.

Taking a few seconds to breathe and recover she quickly pushed him onto his back, she then grabbed the waist band of Dans shorts, pulling them down and off his legs, leaving his penis standing free and erect, the veins standing out against the skin. She quickly took it in her hand, pumping on it a few times, the she used her thumb and forefinger to grasp the base and ran her tongue all the way up his length and back down the other side, running her tongue back up his length she then took him all into her mouth.

Jane bobbed her head up and down on Dans engorged cock, forcing him to moan and whisper her name, his hands gripping the sides of her head, wanting to spill himself into her loving mouth but wishing that this feeling would go on forever. Slowly she released him from her mouth, pumping her hand up and down his shaft, her saliva covered his length. Dan began to buck his hips and pulled Janes head back towards his aching member

Jane eagerly took the cock back into herr mouth, running her tongue over the head rapidly willing him to let the liquid spill over into her mouth, then with one last buck of his hips he grasped her head, the semen spilling into her mouth in spurts, she swallowed all of it and ran her mouth up and down his length a few more times, ensuring that she had let none be wasted.

Finally she curled up next to him, he pulled her lips to his, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the slightly salty after taste of the seed he had spilled into her. She slid her hand back down to his softening shaft, trying to coax one last performance out of it. He pulled his head back and told Jane to get on top of him, eagerly she did so, but as she did he grasped her hips and pulled them up to his face.

Dans tongue darted out eagerly to lap at Janes moist folds, he loved the taste of her and thrust his tongue inside of her pussy. He moved his tongue in and out of her over and over. Then he sucked her puffy lips into his mouth, running his tongue over them, savoring every taste that he experienced.

Finally he could take it no longer and pushed her hips off of him, and pulled himself up so he could align his throbbing shaft with her wet opening. He pushed up into her violently, bucking his hips back and forth, relishing the moans she let out, the feeling of her nails running across his chest, digging in almost to the point of drawing blood.

Her body collapsed down unto his as yet another orgasm forced her body to give out, she pushed her hands behind his head, forcing her lips against his almost painfully, the salty taste of his seed and her sweet fluids mixing beautifully in thier mouths as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, then sucked his tongue into hers so she could roll it around and suck on it.

Suddenly his thrusts began to move faster, deeper, the urge to loose his seed deep inside of her becoming his only desire. With one last violent thrust he ground his hips into her pelvic bone, forcing his cock deep inside her. She let out a scream as yet another orgasm washed over her sex racked body. He felt as if he was pouring himself into her as spurt after spurt of his come erupted into her, his balls sucking tight into his body. They slowly came down together collapsed in a puddle of sweat on the floor, Dans cum seeping out of Janes pussy with her juices, his cock slowly reducing in size.



After The Movie



You pretend to shiver and say with badly hidden excitement in your voice "please master, don't do it, I'll do as you say". I tell you it's too late now, and that you should have thought about it earlier.

You then feel me start to spank your ass with my hand, gently at first, but slowly spanking harder and harder. Suddenly you feel that it's not my hand I'm using any more, but something slim and hard. You don't know it, but it's a wooden coat hanger that I'm spanking you with now. I'm spanking the back of your thighs as well as your ass, and I can hear you moan in both pleasure and a little pain, as your ass and thighs get redder and redder.

I tell you that I'm going to loosen your ropes, but only because I want you to turn around on your back. But before I do it, I slap each buttock hard twice with my hand, saying to you that it's so you remember to do as I tell you. After I have untied you, you quickly turn around on your back, and spread your legs and arms again, so it's easy for me to tie you up.

When you're tied up again, I kiss you with passion, and you kiss me back with the same force and emotion. This convinces me that you like what I'm doing to you. To be sure I gently let a finger slide down between your pussy lips, and I can feel you're slowly getting moist there.

I let my hands and mouth start to play with your breasts again. I take one nipple into my mouth, suck on it, letting my teeth dig into it a bit. I'm playing with the other nipple with my hand, and suddenly I take it between my fingers hard, and at the same time lift up on your nipples, stretching them, lifting your breasts with them. You moan in both pain and pleasure, and I know you're really turned on by now.

I then walk out of the room a few minutes, and when I come back, you're wondering where I went. Then you suddenly feel an ice-cold feeling on both your nipples, and you realize that I went to get some ice. Your nipples get incredibly hard, and I let the ice slide all over your body, closing in on your clit and pussy lips. As I let my mouth cover your clit, I push the rest of the ice cubes into your hot pussy. You shiver a bit as I do it, but at the same time you moan in pleasure. I let my mouth slide down and cover your pussy, and I can feel a bit of juice flow into my mouth, as the ice starts to melt.

I then move up next to your head on the bed, and I tell you to turn it to one side, so I can stick my hard dick into your mouth. You do as I tell you, and as you are sucking my cock, you suddenly feel hot drops land on your breasts and nipples. As you suck me deeper, I let hot wax from the candle drip over your breasts, down your belly and a few drops on the inside of your thighs. You moan in pleasure again, even though it's not easy with my cock in your mouth. And I can feel that you're getting more and more excited. I then get down between your legs again, and start to eat your pussy. Letting my lips and tongue suck on your clit and you pussy lips. I bury my tongue in your pussy, penetrating it as deep as possible, enjoying the taste of you. My hands are playing with your ass, and I know that even though it's somewhat sore, you do like it, because you start to moan more and more.

I stop eating you, and move up so I can suck on your nipples, and play with your breasts at the same time. I place the tip of my cock between your pussy lips, and slowly start to let the tip slide in and out and up and down between your lips. Suddenly I thrust my cock all the way into your pussy, I can feel it slides into you so easy, because you're wet with your juices. I start to kiss you deep as I fuck you slowly to start with, letting my cock move all the way in and out with each thrust.

As we both moan in pleasure, I start to move faster and faster, thrusting harder and harder in your pussy. I have untied one of your hands, so you can play with your clit as I fuck you, knowing that it makes it easier for you to climax. Suddenly I feel you climax around my cock, and as I thrust deep you can feel me shiver between your legs, as I'm getting ready to climax. Suddenly I thrust all the way into your pussy, letting my cock stay there and I come in a very intense climax, moaning deeply. I fall down into you, and lay still there for a few minutes, before I roll down of you, and untie you. When you're untied and the blindfold is removed, we get under the covers together, and cuddle up real close. Feeling completely Satisfied we both drift off into dreamland.



After the Movie



The movie ends and the lights spring to life in the theatre. You casually stand and stretch, looking around at the milling crowd for some sign that we've been caught. You draw looks, but that's not new. People can't help but notice the large muscular man standing full height with his arms over his head, muscles tensed. You are like a god, blessing the now empty theatre seats in front of you. This is the reason you draw stares; some longing, some mocking, some in silent awe. The sheen of sweat on your brow and the goofy grin are overlooked as part of the norm, part of the great god's visage. If anyone had known, discretion won out.

I was slower to rise. My legs were pleasantly weak but sitting through the rest of the film had frozen the muscles in place. I turn and start towards the aisle that will take us out into the world. I stop to let others pass by and I feel your hands on my shoulders.

I love your hands. Large and solid, like they could hold up the world, yet so gentle when they touch me. I turn my head and kiss your finger. It smells like musk, like me, and like popcorn. I can't resist giving it just a playful lick, a quick touch with the tip of my tongue. I'm sure your face remains impassive but your hands squeeze tighter and your thumbs rub my shoulder blades, out of view of the passing crowd.

When the aisle empties, I move forward and follow the slow march to the door. Night has fallen. The air is cool. A quick breeze sweeps up from the sidewalk and touches me beneath my skirt, testing for the wetness of our games in the theatre. It finds some, and I shiver.

You reach down and drown my hand with your own. You touch me with your eyes, and I fall into them. Suddenly you stop on the sidewalk, a towering mass that forces the stream of people to part around us. With one smooth movement, you turn me towards you and pull my chin up with your fingers. Your mouth presses to mine, dry and warm, soft and sweet. I don't close my eyes for the sheer wonder of being kissed by you. Your eyes close, but I can see them smiling. And then it's over and we're moving with the thinning crowds. Had I shut my eyes, I might have thought it was a dream.

We reach the car and you open my door. I climb in and feel your warm hand on the small of my back. As I sit, you step up onto the running board next to me and I barely hear you whisper, "In back." I stare wide-eyed at you. You can't hide the look of liquid passion that crosses your features. You don't even try. I stay frozen in the headlights of your eyes until you lean forward, draw in a tortured breath and whisper again, "In back."

I slip back between the front bucket seats. You follow me, pulling the door closed behind you with a slam and diving into me head first in the backseat, now dark as a theatre.

This time your mouth isn't dry as your greedy lips devour mine. Already I can feel a flood of wetness beneath me. You kneel on the floor of the car and pull me towards you, one hand entangled in my hair holding my mouth to yours, the other squeezing the roundness of my ass, pulling me against you by the soft flesh.

I pull at the hem of your shirt to free it from the confines of your blue jeans. Once done, I slip my arms under the cloth and hold you with the entire length of them; brushing your sides from under your arms to your waist.

Your tongue assaults mine and my body responds as if it were another place that had received you. I taste the inside of your mouth and slide my thumbs over your hardening nipples. A moan escapes your throat around our dueling tongues. With both hands you reach out and grab my ass with cruel impassioned fingers and pull my wet center against the mountain of your crotch. My skirt doesn't allow my knees to part enough and the fabric tears under your fingers. Lightening strikes me as your rough denim meets the delicate lace and flesh between my thighs.

I slide down the seat towards you, hooking my legs around your hips as you grind yourself into me with powerful strokes. Your mouth leaves mine and I moan my disappointment until I feel your warm tongue at the hollow of my throat. The second moan is pure pleasure as you nibble at my chin and up my jaw to my ear. I feel you hold your breath as you lick the rim of my ear, working your way into every groove, then thrusting your tongue in and out of the hollow center in concert with the rhythm of your pumping hips.

I run my hands over your shoulders, gently scratching with my fingers as you slide your tongue down my face and throat, igniting the wet trails with your warm breath. You reach the neck of my blouse and edge it aside with your chin, never letting your mouth lose contact with my burning flesh.

You kiss as far down as the fabric will stretch, then lick the inside turn of my breasts with strong broad strokes. My hops are no longer passive and carve lazy circles on the seat, meeting your rocking movements. You hold me at the small of my back, high enough so you don't interrupt my movements.

One hand pulls the hem of my blouse from the waistband of my ruined skirt and reaches below the fabric to cup my breast in your palm. You knead the soft flesh gently, like a ripe piece of fruit, then the nipple with your thumbnail. It responds in dramatic fashion, stiffening until I am almost in pain with it.

I lock my ankles behind your back and run my hands up your neck and fondle your scalp, pulling you down. You are eager to oblige me and grip my breast tight, taking the swollen tip between your lips. I gasp as I feel the strength of your tongue, and a wave of passion floods me.

I need to taste you.

Grabbing your shoulders, I try to urge you up, try to free myself from beneath you. This only increases the fury of attention you lavish on my skin. You pause only long enough to nuzzle the other breast before devouring it as well.

I reach into the collar of your shirt as far as I can and draw my nails up your back, somewhat less than gently. You throw your head back with a growl and I take full advantage of the movement to rip open your shirt, heedless of the flying buttons. I rush forward and take your skin in my mouth at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

My hips squirm back out of reach of your rocking motions. I keep you from pulling me forward by placing my hands on your chest, but it is merely a gesture. You could crush me. The thought is exciting. All that power, all that strength you hold back, trembling at my touch. 

I lick slow, lazy trails across your throat, pulling your skin into my warm, wet mouth. You sit back farther as I work my way downward, sticking your chest out to meet me as I explore your salty skin. I flick the tip of my tongue over your nipples, one after the other in rapid succession until you are panting in anticipation. Then I slide one into my mouth, pulling the flesh with cool lips, tasting you with the flat of my tongue.

I sweep across to repeat the attentions on the other nipple. Your hand cups my head and tries to urge my downward. But I will not be rushed. I nip lightly at the sweet flesh in my mouth. A warning, but it too is merely a gesture. You obey anyway. You know I won't disappoint you and you feel really good.

I sweep my tongue down your chest, swirling the hairs in warm moisture, and then cooling them with my breath. Lower, lower, I move slowly, steadily downward. I nibble across your ribcage, stopping to pull the soft furry skin above your navel into my mouth before moving down again to sink my tongue into that aperture, deep inside it until I touch the back of it and pull away with a wet sucking sound.

Your stomach heaves with your gasping and you brace yourself against the seat behind me. I circle your naval again as I undo your belt, then the button on your jeans, and slowly undo your zipper. Tooth by tooth your zipper slides down, each click a sharp sound against the background of your breathing.

I slide down off the seat and guide you into it. With firm hands I press your shoulders back into the plush upholstery, then scratch a straight line down to your legs and push your knees apart.

You're torn between the instinctive need to let your head fall back as you give yourself to me and your rampant urge to watch me as I hover over your lap.

I stroke your turgid member through its cotton covering, slowly, firmly. I lean forward and exhale deeply into the taut fabric, feeling you jump at the rush of warm air. My fingers knead the strong flesh of your inner thighs as I lean forward and slip my mouth over your throbbing member, feeling you harden further through the wet cotton. You moans tell me you are enjoying this but your pleading eyes tell me you are greedy for more.

I bite the firm flesh of your inner thigh as I pull down your waistband with sure, quick movements. A sigh escapes you as your massive cock pours forth. Running my hands over your legs, into and out of your open jeans, I lean forward to taste the salty skin below your stomach, carefully avoiding the tower of flesh pulsing before me.

You've chosen to watch, so I give you a show. Arching my back, I push towards you, capturing your cock between my firm, full breasts. You reach down to squeeze my flesh tighter around you and attempt a stroke, but I pull your hands away.

I am in control here. This is my domain.

I pull you forward by your knees so you are reclined in the seat and your towering cock strains upward, as if it were trying to escape your body. Dipping my head, I reach out and cup your balls with my tongue, fluttering the hairs with my breath. I bathe you with my warm saliva, reveling in your musky smell. I kiss your scrotum and gently, so gently, pull one of the firm fruits into my mouth and suckle at it.

A low growl starts deep in your throat and you can't stop yourself from wrapping your own fingers around your towering flesh and squeezing. I release the delicate morsel from my mouth and reach up to replace your hand with my own.

Letting your wet sac nestle warmly between my breasts, I draw the flat of my tongue over your shaft from base to just below the purple head. I repeat the action, wrapping my tongue around your throbbing shaft, feeling the blood pumping beneath my lips.

Raising myself up on my knees, I hover over your cock. A liquid pearl has escaped the end and I lap it up with a purr. I kiss the head of your prick gingerly as my tongue forages the small opening, drawing out the passionate fluid seeping from you.

Slowly I drop my mouth back over your cock, squeezing the tip between my lips. Inch by inch with excruciating caution, slowly, tightly until I feel you bump the back of my throat, then up again, never changing speed, slowly pulling my mouth over your solid flesh.

A wounded sound, half growl, half whimper grows from you as you desperately fight the urge to thrash your hips.

Not yet. Not quite yet.

With a firm grip on the base of your member I lower my mouth again, pumping you in that same slow languid motion -- once, twice, three times -- until that tortured sound escapes you again. I release your shaft from my fists and draw away, allowing my teeth to scrape the soft heated plum.

I slide my hands under your ass and grab the waistbands of your clothing. You raise your self slightly, giving me room to pull your jeans down, out of the way.

I squeeze your ass in my hands and rake my nails across your skin as I lower my mouth to your cock again; bowing deep like a servant to a king, like one deep in prayer or worship, paying homage to the god of my deepest desire.

This time, I am neither gentle nor slow. With one quick thrust, I engulf as much of your stiff shaft as I can, pumping you in and out of my mouth with heavy strokes, tracing patterns over the heated surface of your hard, warm flesh. Now you move, your hips jumping to meet me, driving your shaft to the back of my throat, warm saliva dribbling down my chin, over your balls which start to draw up tight.

I feel your stomach tensing as I suck fiendishly, noisily. You cup the back of my head in your hands and I grip the base of your cock to keep you from tearing me apart with your violent, desperate thrusts. "Oh, baby...Aw, baby..." you mutter hoarsely, barely able to draw the breath required as you pant and writhe against the dual assault of my mouth and hands.

A fractured growl builds low in your throat. Unrelenting, I take you harder, pulling tighter with my lips, until I hear the telltale catch in your breath. Gripping you firmly, I brace myself against your knees as you roar in victory and fill my mouth with your seed. You hips continue to pump as I keep still, allowing you to spend yourself completely in wave after wave of release, while I bathe your straining cock in the glistening juices.

I climb over your lap slowly and wetly posses your mouth. Another low moan rises in your throat as your tongue probes the contours of my mouth, tasting yourself in me.

You hold my waist and remove the pieces of my skirt with a final rip as I straddle your knees, my bare thighs caressing yours in the flood of my excitement. Already I can feel your cock rising against me, rushing blindly to nestle against my wet core. 

With a deft move you draw my blouse up over my head. Before I can draw my arms away, you trap my wrists, twisting the fabric into restraining knots, forcing my shoulders back and my chest out.

Now we play your game. I am on top but you call all the shots.

I close my eyes and submit to the glorious sensations up and down my spine as you ravish first one breast, then the other. You pull my hair, bending me backwards to lick the sensitive skin under each breast, tasting me with broad, flat strokes.

Your cock is throbbing between my legs. I moan softly and try to inch closer, closer to your iron shaft. My body cries out for you as you tease me mercilessly. Soon I cry out with it as you brush your solid cockhead against my swollen clit. :"Oh yes..." I sigh as you repeat the movement, coating yourself in my juices, never letting your tongue off my breasts.

"Yes," I moan, "Oh, please..."

Around a mouthful of my flesh you tease me, "Please what?" Then you leave me no breath to answer as your hands grip the round flesh of my ass and draw me closer to your turgid member, pressing me achingly. Your grip keeps my hips from reaching you.

You kiss up my throat, tracing patterns on the side of my neck and sucking gently on my earlobe. "Please what?" you whisper as I tremble. "Say it. Tell me."

At last I can wait no longer and I whimper, "Please, Fuck me..."

With a hoarse growl you pull my hips to you and impale me with one swift movement. The length of you fills me completely. I try to rock forward, to be closer, to impossibly feel more of you, but you hold me back and begin a slow, lazy fucking motion. In and out, in and out, brushing my clit with each stroke until I'm shivering with need and lust.

"Fuck me, " I cry. "Fuck me harder."

You continue slowly for a moment just to torment me, but the moment proves too much for you as well. You hold me hard against your thrusting cock and pound against my thighs, each stroke deeper, harder as my sex tightens around you.

Suddenly I am awash in a flood of fire as my climax engulfs me. You tense as my pussy spasms around your member. A few quick strokes spill your warm seed deep into my body, sending another delicious wave through me.

For a moment, neither of us moves, lost in blissful haze. I move first, freeing my arms and wrapping them around your neck, dropping my head onto your shoulder. Your hands slide across my back, my hair, my ass, my shoulders. I sigh at your touch. I feel your breathing slow beneath my breasts, crushed against your chest. I don't want to move, afraid to lose the feel of you inside me. You wrap your arms around me and I am content.



After the Movie



Ed and Tina have been friends for years. Neither one knowing they both wanted each other. One night after drinks with friends Tina invites Ed and his friend Tom back to her apartment to watch a movie. The movie starts to end Tina notices Tom has fallen asleep. Tina, with the help of the liquid courage she consumed earlier in the evening, leans over to Ed and whispers in his ear "I want you, now." As she leans away Ed grabs her by the back of her neck to stop her and says, "I thought you'd never ask." 

Tina takes Ed's hand, stands, leads him to the bedroom and shuts the door so they don't disturb Tom. As the door shuts Ed pins Tina to the wall and begins to nibble her ear and kiss her neck. He kisses his way along her jawbone, nipping her here and there. He gently bites her lower lip as her hands slide under his shirt and lift it over his head, at the same time he's removing her shirt. He leans forward and licks her lips with the tip of his tongue. 

Ed pushes his tongue thru her lips and past her teeth as her tongue matches his, massaging it. The kiss deepens in intensity and unable to bear it any longer their hands move frantically up and down each other's bodies, removing pants, underwear, and cupping breasts and balls. Ed lowers his head to Tina's left breast and flicks her dark red peaked nipple with his tongue. Tina arches her back and gasps begging for more. Ed begins to suck her breast as she wraps her legs around his hips using only him and the wall for support. 

His cock dances in anticipation as he carries her to the bed. He lays her down and she kneels pulling him to her mouth. Ed pushes her backwards and spins so his head is at her perfectly trimmed patch of hair. Tina flicks her tongue across the tip of his cock as he lowers his head to her wide spread thighs for a view of heaven. Tina runs her tongue along the length of his cock as he kneels above her and begins to lick her pussy. His fingers separate her light pink pussy lips and his tongue flicks her clit as she sucks the head of his cock into her mouth running her tongue under the crest making him moan. 

Ed gently slides a finger between Tina's pussy lips, amazed at how wet and slick she is. Tina begins to massage Ed's balls as she sucks harder and harder on his cock, turning it red with pleasure. She runs her tongue along every bulging vein gently scraping with her teeth from time to time. Ed moans as Tina arches her hips silently begging for more. Suddenly Ed stops and turns to look at Tina. 

Without a word he slips his finger, covered in her juices, into her mouth. Tina closes her eyes and licks herself from him. At that moment Ed slides the head of his engorged cock between the pink puckered lips of Tina's pussy and begins to enter her. Both moan in pleasure as he stretches her tight pussy making sure she feels every inch of him as her pussy walls close around him like warm satin. 

She wraps her legs around his hips and hooks her ankles at his lower back as he pumps in and out of her, faster and faster while sucking her breasts and nibbling on her nipples. Her fingernails rake up and down Ed's back as the pace increases. Tina can feel his cock throbbing, wanting to cum but she's not done yet. Tina rolls him over and straddles him, giving him a look of pure pleasure. His hands cup and massage her breasts as she begins riding him, grinding her hips up, down back and forth. 

At that moment they realize they are not alone. Tom has woken up from their moans and screams. He steps up behind Tina and she allows him to bend her so her chest touches Ed's. Tom anxiously waits and soon both Tina and Ed are smiling and agreeing. Tom slowly removes his shirt, pants, and boxers. Tina watches and grows wetter at the sight of Tom's cock already engorged and standing at attention. Tom kneels on the bed behind them and spreads Tina's cheeks to reveal her tight little ass. 

With Ed's cock still inside her pussy Tom slides his cock into Tina's ass, stretching her tight and closing her pussy muscles tighter around Ed. Tina gasps as her head begins to spin with pleasure. As Tom and Ed begin their rhythmic pumping Tina screams with pleasure begging them to go harder and faster. Tom grabs Tina's hair and yanks her head back holding her shoulder with his other hand. Ed sucks her breast and grabs her hips to drive himself deeper into her. 

Over and over again both Tom and Ed pound their throbbing cocks into Tina as deep and as fast as they can. Tina cums once, triggering Tom's release. As Tina feels the hot bursts of Tom's cum in her ass she climaxes again. Her pussy muscles clenching and milking Ed. She triggers Ed's release and feels his cock throb with every spurt of him into her. They all collapse on the bed, flushed from head to toe and sweaty, knowing this will happen again. 



After the Movie



He backs her into the room the minute they get in to the apartment. With one hand he unzips her jeans and tugs them down. The other hand slides between her legs and unsnaps her bodysuit, caressing and undressing in one swift motion. 

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to do this?" His voice is quiet but intense. His eyes are locked with hers. She loves this part. Nothing needs translation here. They feel exactly the same way.

He peels her pants and shirt off of her ravenously. He is barely in control of himself and she loves it. 

Once he's stripped her, he pushes her down on to his messy single bed with his body. He stands above her, drinking her in, taking his time. His devilish smile and intensity bore down into her as he gets down to his skivvies. She beckons with her expression and he dives in next to her. His hands are everywhere at once, greedy and searching. His kisses taste like cigarettes and spearmint. It has become her favorite flavor. 

He breaks his lips away from hers and bounces on top of her. Poised on his arms, he pins her hands down. She cradles him between her legs, arching up against him. He presses his forehead against hers, she's still trapped in his gaze.

"All mine?" he asks, grinning.

"No one else's."

His eyes, so proud, so happy. 

He releases her and rolls on his side, kissing her deeply. His hands become more focused, pulling her closer, unhooking her bra. It's off in a minute and then he's back on top of her, kissing her neck lingeringly, descending until he reaches her breasts. She gasps and reaches down for him. He firmly pins her wrists against the bed up near her head, his mouth continuing to suckle her greedily. Not yet, he tells her without words. 

It seems he'll stay there forever, pressing her arms into the bed, getting his fill. It feels heavenly but she wants more. Her body twists under his, straining against him, struggling to move with him. He releases her hands and maneuvers his body scant inches away from her hips. His lips and tongue work their way down the length of her, lingering on her belly. His thumbs hook the sides of her panties and pull them off effortlessly.

He continues down kissing, sucking, licking, at a slow, almost reverent pace. Her hands stroke his hair lovingly as she moans out her pleasure. She is almost paralyzed by it, she can't move. She doesn't have to. His fingers part her, moving slowly, rhythmically inside of her as he continues to use his tongue so well outside. He doesn't stop until he feels her body go rigid with her climax, hears her cries.

He kisses his way back up to the pillow as she moves drowsily down his body. He's already ready for her. She loves how her pleasure excites him. She takes him in her mouth all the way down to the back of her throat. He calls out her name like a dying man. 

She works her tongue over his length, rapidly toying and sucking until she tastes the alkaline. She knows he's on the verge. And then she stops. He whimpers high in the back of his throat. Then she goes back and does it again. And again. His breath comes in gasps, whispering her name over and over. His hands tangle and twine in her hair, frantic but never rough. 

She slides up the length of him, guiding him up to a sitting position. He follows her blindly, reaching between her legs, rubbing and pushing inside of her with trembling fingers. She lets him linger there for a delicious moment and then gently moves his hand away. She straddles him and guides him into her. He fills her up and they both gasp. He kisses her, his face abject, desperate. 

He clutches at her as they rock together, she riding the waves of her last orgasm to a second. His arms crush her body onto him, he's suckling at her breast again. She grips the wall behind them to get greater control of their motion. She is dizzy; full up with sensation. There is nothing for her but the feeling of him inside of her, the smell of him surrounding her, the taste of his skin on her lips, the agonized sound of his voice. 

Her climax shatters through her body, extending out to the tips of her extremities. He groans out his last, his body shuddering violently. He waited for her. He always does.



After the Movie



He could overlook her finding reasons to pop up at the grocery store, where he worked nights, restocking the shelves and unloading trucks. He could almost chuckle at the times he had caught her riding by his house, staring straight ahead as though she were unaware of him outside washing his car or mowing the lawn. But, the one thing Matt could absolutely not forgive Elizabeth for was when she plopped down in the seat next to him at the crowded movie theater, holding a huge box of popcorn and a large soda. Her crunching and slurping, though certainly not loud by any stretch of the imagination, were enough to keep his mind off the antics of Bill Murray and the gopher, and on the slender girl with the strawberry blonde hair sitting next to him. When she offered him some of her popcorn, holding the box out to him while keeping her eyes glued to the screen, he could have cheerfully choked her. She was acting like they were on a date, for God's sake. His first impulse was to scoot in his seat as far away from her as possible and pretend she wasn't there. But when she laughed at the candy bar floating in the pool and turned to him and smiled, as if to share the joke, something inside him shifted and he found himself leaning to her and whispering fiercely in her ear, "After this, you and I are going to have a talk."

Matt stepped over Elizabeth as the closing credits rolled, not even bothering to see if she was following him. He nodded goodbye to the friends he'd come with, refusing their invitations to head over to Pizza Hut after the show and check out the local talent. He knew, without looking, that Elizabeth hovered behind him, a green-eyed wraith with a halo of reddish gold hair. He headed to his car, opening the passenger door and then slamming it shut after she slid onto the seat. He drove toward the highway without speaking to her, not stopping until they were in the parking lot of a truck stop about ten miles out of town. He parked in a dark corner, away from the glare of the fluorescent lights and finally turned to her. His gaze darkened when he saw that she didn't even seem afraid of him or his mood. Instead, she simply smiled and said, "Did you like the movie?"

"What the hell are you doing?" He bit out each word, emphasizing the third with particular relish. "I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to see you again."

That was a lie, but, Matt wouldn't admit it to her. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to see her again, as that he didn't want the responsibility of seeing her again. Playing with a girl like Julie, who slept with pretty much anything with a cock between its legs, was one thing. She knew the score. But, Elizabeth was different. Matt was no dummy. He knew how to spell trouble. And , in this case, he sensed that trouble began with the letter "E".

"You're lying," she said. Matt sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair, making it stick up in front. He looked into her green cat eyes and thought, not for the first time, that behind them lay a witch or, at the least, a minor psychic.

"I'm not lying," he lied, running his hand through his hair again. "I have no interest in seeing you."

She leaned close, her lips still shiny with the grease from all the movie popcorn she'd consumed. When she dropped her hand on his upper thigh, the heat nearly singed him. "That day in the park. It was . . . . "

Matt closed his own eyes to block out the expression on her face. Jesus. One orgasm in the woods and the girl was acting like a sex-starved beast.

"I'm not playing with you again," he told her firmly. "You bring along way too many complications."

She pondered that silently, twisting away from him to stare across the parking lot at the eighteen-wheelers that lined the pavement. "Is it because I'm a virgin?" she finally asked.

"Yes," he answered bluntly. "Among other things."

"What other things?"

What other things? How could he explain that he put girls into two groups. Play partners, and nice girls. And, despite her behavior in the woods, he instinctively knew that Elizabeth was a Nice Girl. Capital letters. And he sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to lure her to the dark side. Let some other sorry son-of-a-bitch deal with the tears and recriminations when she realized that her virtue had been snatched away. Or the angry parents when she ran to them for forgiveness.

Elizabeth's hand tightened on his thigh. "What other things?" she repeated.

The twitch in his groin made him angry and he batted her hand away. He threw the car into drive and maneuvered out of the parking lot and back on the highway toward town. "I have my limits," he finally said.

She peered out of the window. For one guilty minute, he thought she might be crying. He clenched his fingers on the steering wheel, resisting the urge to put his hand out to her in comfort. When he stopped the car just down the street from the theater, he turned, ready to offer a brief apology, some reassurance that she was a wonderful girl who would find a nice guy. But, to his surprise, she was out of the car and heading down the street before he could even speak.

Heading down the street, he realized uncomfortably, in the opposite direction of the theater and her house. He swore, yanked the keys out of the ignition, and went after her. When she heard the footsteps behind her as she headed along the darkening street, she turned. He knew she saw him, knew exactly who was behind her, but she broke into a jog.

"Damn it," he muttered, loping after her. He was closing the gap when she started moving faster, turning down a residential street that ended in a dead end. He saw her pause, glance back over her shoulder, and edge into the trees at the end of the street. He could have sworn he saw a stubborn, defiant look on her face in the glow from the streetlight just before the trees blocked her from view. He ran faster and steeped into the wooded area, then paused, listening for any sound that would reveal her whereabouts.

"Elizabeth," he said. "I don't have time for this crap. Where the hell are you?"

"Go away," came a faint voice, somewhere on his left. "I offered it, you didn't want it. You can just piss off."

"Elizabeth, don't be stupid." He slid to his left.

"Bite me, you arrogant prick."

His hackles rose at her defiance, and he continued to move silently toward her voice. "Come here," he commanded. The tone in his voice would have brought even Julie to heel.

"You had your chance. You can't boss me around."

"You're acting like a baby." He lowered his voice so she would think he hadn't moved from the edge of the woods.

"Fuck you." She enunciated each word carefully, and she must have tossed her head in emphasis, because he suddenly caught a flash of silvery red in the faint moonlight that streamed through the trees. He held his breath and eased toward her. Yes! There she was, her back to him. She had reached the creek, and she must be trying to figure out how to get across. He was trying to figure out how to get to her without her hearing when she added, "You stupid asshole."

He moved quickly, slipping up behind her and clapping his hand over her mouth before she could react. He trapped her arms and hands tight at her sides with his left arm, and twisted her body so her legs were pinned between his. Then, he took a deep breath to clear his emotions before he spoke.

"Such terrible language for such a sweet girl," he murmured. "Been taking lessons from Julie?"

Elizabeth wiggled in his arms, her voice muffled by his hand. Matt pressed his lips against her ear. "No, I'm not letting you go. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

She gave a grunt, which he decided to interpret as "Yes, Sir," even though the cadence was more reminiscent of "go to hell".

He kept his grip tight as he thought about his next move. If he lifted the hand covering her mouth, she might scream. He was pretty sure no one would hear, or care, but he didn't want his eardrums burst. And, if he took his left arm away long enough to bind her, he ran the risk of having his face scratched.

He finally lowered his right hand long enough to clamp his lips over hers. He twisted his fingers in her hair, pulling the silky strands taut against her scalp as his mouth devoured hers. His tongue slipped between her lips and explored the soft, warm, popcorn-salty recesses of her mouth. Her right hip pressed against his crotch and as his cock began to fill with blood, he rubbed against her, heightening his arousal. When he finally lifted his mouth, she was breathing heavily, but was otherwise silent. He kept his hand twisted in her hair and his eyes repeated his verbal warning. "Don't make a sound."

She opened her mouth to say something, but saw the look in his eyes and her mouth clapped shut. Her gaze raked over her, looking for some hint of fear that might have weakened his resolve to teach her a lesson. Instead, he took in the set of her lips, wondering if that was a trace of smugness there. He yanked hard on her hair again, and saw her wince.

"Good," he muttered. "I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're going to get exactly what you've been wanting."

Again, he examined her for signs of fear, but found none. His irritation grew. Was she stupid, or just foolishly brave?

'"We're going to the clearing." He told her. "You first."

"But I don't—"

He shoved her, catching her by twisting her arm behind her back. "I told you not to talk. Just keep your legs moving."

With that, he began pushing her through the woods. His left hand held her twisted arm against her back, and his right hand moved back over her mouth. As they walked, he kept one knee almost pressed between her thighs, lifting her and hurrying her along. He shoved her along, following the creek, until they came to the clearing that he and Julie and Elizabeth had played in a few weeks before. 

"If you scream," he whispered into her ear, "you will be sorry you were ever born."

She nodded and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth, poised to slap it back over her lips if need be. 

"First rule," he told her. "My sluts don't wear clothes when they're alone with me."

He twisted her left arm harder, so she wouldn't wiggle, and managed to yank her t-shirt off her right arm and over her head. He unsnapped her bra and pulled down the right strap. Then, he reversed his hold, pinning her right arm and stripped her shirt and bra away from her left side. The moonlight glowed on her pale breasts, making her areolas and nipples stand out darkly. The tips of her breasts were so hard and tight, it looked as if an invisible hand had squeezed them and pulled them away from her body. Matt felt his cock swell and he rubbed himself against her as his hand slipped up to knead her breasts. Her head dropped back against his chest and her lips parted on a silent sigh.

He released her right hand so he could use both of his own to massage her and play with her nipples. "Unzip your shorts and take them off," he muttered. "Panties, too."

She kicked off her sandals and worked open the button at the top of her denim shorts. Matt sucked and kissed her neck until the rasp of the zipper stopped and he felt her shorts fall from her. He groaned and slid his left hand across her firm belly and down into the soft curls that covered her mound. Her cunt was soaked with her arousal.

"Fuck," he whispered, his fingers sliding against her slippery nub. He felt her sag back against him, her legs parting to give him easier access to her clit. He continued to tease her nipples and clit until he felt her tense against him, signaling her imminent orgasm. Reluctantly, he withdrew his fingers.

"Rule number two," he whispered. "You don't cum until I say so. If I say so. And if you want to cum, you'll behave. Remember what happened to Julie."

Elizabeth nodded, no doubt recalling how the other girl had been left tied to a tree and moaning in frustration after her disrespectful lack of manners.

He held her slender body tight against his chest until he felt his erection begin to ease a bit. Then, she moved against him and he felt himself began to rise again. "Hold still!" he snapped.

She stopped squirming.

"Sorry," she whispered.

"Sorry . . . .?" he prompted. 

"Sorry, Sir," she replied. And then, to reward her, even though it made him ache, he slid his middle finger back and forth against her until she was nearly sobbing for release.

"Not yet," he growled. "Not till you've been punished." 

He stepped away, panting a little. "Rule number three. What I say goes. No pouting, no displays like the one this evening. When I say no, I mean no. Don't argue."

She turned and though he was surprised by a look of pain in her eyes, he knew immediately what she was thinking. Shaking his head, he managed to smile. "No, little one, we're not done for the night. I'm talking about later. There may be times you will have to wait. You have to learn to be patient and accept the word no."

"There'll be other times?" 

He smiled at the need for reassurance. "Yes, my hungry little slut. There will be other times." Then, he sighed dramatically, "God knows, if I don't Master you, what you'll do to get your hunger satisfied."

He saw the corners of her mouth twitch. Then, his expression turned serious. "Now, come here and get on your knees."

She obeyed, wincing a little as her bare knees came into contact with the rocky earth. Matt looked down on her shining hair. "Apologize for making me chase you for four blocks," he ordered.

"I'm sorry, Sir." 

He was pleased to see that she kept her head bowed. Submission almost seemed natural to her. He lifted his foot and pressed to the back of her neck, lowering her head until it rested on the dirt. "Hips up."

She complied, arching her ass into the air. He put a little more force against her neck.

"Spread your thighs." 

Her upper legs parted and she wiggled to find a good position. He lifted his foot and walked around her, examining her from every angle. Her cunt gleaned wetly and he swallowed hard. He wanted to kneel behind her and bury himself balls deep in that tight cunt. But, not yet. Not tonight.

"Show me how hungry you are to cum, my slut."

She hesitated before tentatively pressing the fingers of her right hand between her thighs. She rubbed against her fingers, and after a few moments, he saw her hips begin to shift and squirm.

'"Good girl, " he whispered. He tore his eyes away from her and his gaze settled on a heavy log that sat at the side of the fire circle. "Stand up and follow me."

Matt seated himself on the log and pulled Elizabeth down so she lay across his lap. He caressed the firm, warm skin of her ass, watching with pleasure as her thighs parted under his hands, giving him another glimpse of her wet, swollen cunt. Occasionally, he dipped one finger into her opening, watching her buttocks tense and try to push her hungry cunt on to his finger. He teased her for a long time, rubbing and touching, until she rocked her hips against him, greedy for release. Then, without warning, he lifted his right hand and brought it firmly against her ass.

"Ah!" Elizabeth gasped and jerked against his hand. He didn't give her time to recover, but struck her again and again. Although the light was dim, he could see a shadow of pink stain her round ass. She whimpered.

"Tell me rule number three," he ordered as he continued to smack her.

"Please stop," she begged. "That hurts."

"Too bad," he replied, smacking her a little harder. "Rule number three.

Her flesh quivered beneath his hand and her voice quavered. "Don't make you chase me three blocks?"

The next swat was harder than the others. "Try again."

He thought he heard a sniffle. "Uh . permission to cum. No. Ow! Damnit. " Yes, definitely, a sniffle. " That was number two. Uh . . . . no means no."

Even though she was right, he smacked her ass again to underline his dominance. "Don't swear. It's common and unnecessary."

"Julie swears." Her voice was teary, but he caught the underlying tone of contention.

Smack! "Arguing, pet?"

A quiet moment, then a muffled, "No Sir."

Matt dropped his hand to the heated flesh of Elizabeth's ass and rubbed it. She had her head dropped down, and he could hear her gulping back tears of pain. "Your first full spanking," he whispered. "You did well, my pet."

He turned her in his laps, the heated flesh of her chastised bottom warm through the fabric of his jeans. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, brushing away the tears on her cheeks with his lips. He kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, then finally settled his mouth over hers. "Soon," he murmured, "The pain will become pleasure, and the spanking will only leave you hungrier for my touch."

He began to toy with her nipples again, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger and tugging at them until she cried out against his mouth. The soft sounds of pleasure coming from the back of her throat aroused him and he began to imagine all the wicked and wonderful perversions he could practice on her soft and willing body. He held her tightly on his lap as he slipped his hand between her legs and eased a finger in her. She jerked in pain against him, but he continued to kiss her and embrace her until she relaxed under him. 

"Unzip me," he whispered against her mouth. As her small hand began to work at his fly, he stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb, while keeping his finger buried in her. Her thighs fell apart and her hands stilled. He stopped stroking.

"My zipper, pet." Her hands resumed their fumbling, and his thumb continued its slow, tortuous caress. Whenever he felt her slow, he stopped rubbing. When she finally freed his erect cock, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

He removed his hands from her long enough to tug his t-shirt over his head. He dropped it at his feet. "Kneel, pet," he ordered.

She dropped between his thighs. Her knees rested 0n his Star Wars T-shirt. He spread his legs a little and twined his fingers through her hair.

"Have you ever sucked a cock, little one?" he asked, a little surprised at the rough tone to his voice.

She shook her head "no". He gave a growl of satisfaction, pleased to be her first.

"Don't be afraid of it. Hold it firmly. Suck hard. Play with my balls." He barked out the commands, eager to feel her mouth against his flesh. Enough today to give her the basics. Time for refinement later.

She lowered her mouth to him and he felt her tongue flick against his swollen flesh. She ran it over the head of his cock, and he felt her pause, then dip it into the weeping eye, scooping up a drop of his pre-cum. He began to breathe a little harder. 

Next, she took the head in her mouth entirely, and gave it a tentative suck. His moan seemed to embolden her and she sucked with more confidence, not resisting when he arched his hips and slid another two inches into her mouth.

"Grab it," he ordered. "Stroke it. Squeeze it."

He wrapped his hand over hers and her slender fingers grasped his shaft. As he showed her the movements that gave him the most pleasure, she continued to suck and play her tongue against the head and first few inches of his shaft. His fingers tightened over hers and he felt his balls constrict as his orgasm approached. A tingle ran up the length of his shaft and suddenly he was spurting into her mouth, hot ropy jets of cum that nearly choked her. She tried to pull away, but he pushed her further down on his cock, using her mouth as a receptacle for his cum until, drained, he released his hold.

She rocked back on her heels and regarded him warily while he tried to catch his breath. Finally, he was able to deepen his ragged breathing and fill his lungs with enough air to speak.

"It was supposed to do that," he reassured her.




After the Movie



We've just spent two hours in the movie theatre playing - you, me and my roommate. That story is for another time. Let's talk about what happened thereafter.

It's the hardest thing you've ever done. But you must put your penis back in your pants. Almost impossible to get the zipper over your raging erection. But this sexy woman has said that she and her roommate want to leave the movie so we could be alone and we could all cum. 

It wasn't exactly easy to my zip up my pants either, I think to myself, since I am so incredibly wet after being finger fucked for I don't know how long. But we are all horny as hell and wanting and squirmy and we can't stay here another minute. 

We brave the cold outside. That puts a damper on your erection immediately. Almost reading your mind, I wrap my arm around your elbow and lean in to your ear, "Don't worry, we'll get you hard again." We smile a huge, knowing smile to each other. Where to? Your place, we say in unison. 

Your place isn't far. A nice apartment walking distance from the theater. I'm excited to see your place for the first time. You've been to our dorm many times now and done all manner of things in our room. Now we want to see what kind of fun we can have in your room. 

Your place is great. Clean, organized, comfortable. And a nice big leather couch in front of the TV. My roommate and I glance at each other. Great minds think alike. You take our coats and throw them on the bed down the hall. Being the gentleman, you offer us some refreshment. But the only thing I want a taste of is your cock. We both sit on the couch and beckon you to join us. You do. So comfortable. So, you ask us, is there anything you'd like to watch? 

I look right into your eyes. You know what I whispered to you right before we left the theater? How could you forget, you reply. The image of me riding you in front of that huge movie screen nearly made you cum beforehand. Well, I say, I want to do that. But I want us all to watch some porn while I'm doing it. 

You're elated. How often have you watched porn in your apartment, wishing you had a partner to join you? And now you have two. Unbelievable. 

Two sexy, sexual women who want to enjoy me and each other. You can't grab the remote fast enough. Being the organized one, you already had several movies in your library. 

You ask what our preference might be. But we are more interested to see your preferences. I have a feeling that if it turns you on, it will turn us on as well. You pick a tried and true movie that you've watched many times. It's a hot movie about group sex. You ask if we mind watching something akin to an orgy. We don't mind, we say. Sounds exciting. 

You dim the lights slightly and close the shades. After all, we did leave the theater to have some privacy. The movie begins. There is some plot but it doesn't take too long for several couples to find themselves having a fantastic weekend at a resort in the woods. 

We are all so amazingly horny. We all agree we have way too much clothing on. The question is should we just strip immediately or drag it out, make it interesting and build up the intensity. We all agree we will try to play but we reserve the right to abandon ship and just strip if it becomes too torturous. We each pick a body part. Whenever we glimpse something a piece of clothing has to come off. You pick nipple. My roommate picks cock and I pick a hairy pussy. We all begin to watch. 

Four couples feel like the luckiest people in the world to win a vacation weekend away in the mountains. All four couples have been friends for years and all liked group action. The setting is so beautiful. 

"What should we do first," a wife asks. 

"How about the hot tub," another husband offers. 

Everyone agrees and all go to their respective rooms to change and all agree to meet at the hot tub. One particularly organized wife managed to call ahead and reserve the hot tub for privacy and to have some wine waiting. 

When they all arrive, the scene couldn't be more romantic. The mountains, the snow, a fabulous indoor hot tub surrounded by windows letting all the breath taking views in but keeping the cold out. The couples arrive one after another. Robes come off and everyone eventually settles into the hot tub. In between sips of wine, couples start to kiss and fondle and rub and start to take off bathing suits. 

As the suits come off, so does our clothing. With every glimpse of a nipple, a penis or a pussy, our clothes go flying. It takes both too long and not long enough for all of our clothes to end up on the floor. The anticipation heightened all of our senses and it was agonizing to watch you take off one piece of clothing at a time. But so good. The first glimpse of your chest made my head start to feel woozy. And when your pants came off I was ready to just push you to ground and mount you right there on the rug. But that's not what I said wanted to do. 

Now all naked, we sit on the couch and continue to watch the movie. All four couples were going at it. Some with their own partners. Some with different partners... And it kept changing. 

It was the hottest movie I had ever seen. Boy, can he pick them. I'm going to let him recommend all of my porn selections from now on. :-) As we watch, our hands start to move. I spread my legs and begin to run my hand through my hair. My roommate shifts to face me slightly, while still having a good view of the movie, and begins to rub my nipple. Your hand went to your erection immediately. The effects of the cold completely gone. That cock was back up and ready for action. 

We watch and play. And watch some more. Our hands get lost in each other. Everything I see you doing to yourself, I want to do. I inch toward you and take your cock in my hand. I slowly stroke you and you let out a tremendous gasp, everything you had held in at the movies but we're free to unleash now. 

I drape my leg over yours so I'm spread out even more. I stroke you a little faster now. My roommate inches closer to me. She pulls my knee toward her and runs her hand down my body. Over my stomach. Through my fur and over my lips. She can feel how wet I am. Still wet from our time in the theater. She inserts a finger and I let out a moan. And now, fantastically, we are all in the same place we were in the movie. Me stroking you. My roommate finger fucking me. And all of us watching these couples in all manner of positions in and around the hot tub. What could ever be better than this. 

I look at you and remind you that there's something I wanted to do. You smile. You can't wait for me to ride you. 

"Get on me," you say. 

Not quite yet. There's something I've been craving for hours. I get on my knees in front of you and put you in my mouth. This is the best thing I could ever think to put in my mouth. Sexual sustenance. I bathe your shaft getting you nice and wet. An occasional swirl of my tongue around your head. 

I lap you up. I focus my tongue on the sensitive part of your shaft, right below your head. I suck on you for awhile, thoroughly enjoying every minute. My roommate doesn't know what to focus on... Me sucking on you or the movie. Both are driving her crazy. I can feel her need while I'm blowing you. I stop briefly and look up at her. 

"He likes to be stroked and licked at the same time," an invitation she can't refuse. She slides right over to you. She grabs your cock, completely lubricated by my tongue, and begins to stroke you. You moan very loudly and hope your neighbors are away for the holidays. 

She strokes you very slowly. When her hand reaches the very bottom of your shaft, against your body, she stops. I then put my mouth around your head. We slide up and down in perfect synchronicity. As she strokes your shaft up and down, I follow her with my mouth. You've never felt anything like it. Ever. She puts more pressure on your cock and your nerve endings flare. You are one raw nerve at this point. Having gotten so close to cumming in the theater, this feels like a new kind of torture. Exquisite. Ecstasy. You tilt your head back and close your eyes briefly, wanting to be aware of everything in this moment. My roommate lifts herself onto her knees without missing a stroke. 

She leans toward you putting her breast so close to your face. They are fantastic. What an offer. You greedily lunge toward her nipple and suck it into your mouth. You have a very skilled tongue. And she feels immense pleasure from what you're doing. We continue to work on you until I begin to feel you engorge. If I don't stop now I'm not going to get to ride you. 

So I pull away. And my roommate does the same. You want my pussy on your cock so badly. So I stand up and turn around to face the TV. I spread my legs and slowly ease myself onto your shaft. You are completely lubricated from my blow job and I am dripping wet myself. It is effortless. I slide down on top of you and we both let out noises, practically howls. It feels so good. 

I put my hands on my knees for support and I begin to lift myself up and down your cock. I feel your skin brushing against the walls of my pussy. I grind my hips down because I want you in me as deeply as possible. I feel your head brush against my g-spot. It's insane how good this feels. 

You remember what I described in the movie so you put your hands on my hips and control my pace. You lift me forward and then slam me back against your lap. Which each slam, I feel every inch of you. It's too much. I want to open my eyes to watch the movie but, really, no further inspiration is needed beyond the incredible sensations I'm feeling. I can't hold out, I tell you. 

"Not yet," you say to me. I want you to feel more. You look at my roommate. 

"I think we can make this sexy woman feel even better, don't you?" She smiles. She gets on the floor and slides up next to me. She follows your rhythm and manages to get two fingers on my clit. She begins to rub my clit mercilessly. On top of the incredible, mind blowing feelings I'm getting from having your hard cock dive deeper and deeper into me. 

"I'm going to explode," I say. 

"Good," you say. 

But there's just one more thing. You manage to sit up just enough to reach around and grab my breasts. You feel for my nipples and tweak them between your fingers. It's more than I can take. And then I hear your voice and it's all I need. "Don't hold back." 

With your voice in my ear, your fingers on my nipples, your penis deep inside my pussy and my roommates fingers on my clit, I unleash an orgasm unlike any I've ever known. I squirt all over my roommate's fingers, which she loves. 

She takes some and rubs her own nipples... A sight that turns you on immensely. The waves of pleasure shudder through me and are relentless. Just relentless. I don't know if it was one massive orgasm or several all strung together, but it doesn't matter. It's the most incredible I've ever felt. Ever. 

I slide off of you, unsteady on my feet. You get up and ease me onto the couch. I immediately begin to fall asleep. But right before I do I manage to say something. 

"Don't you two go anywhere. Because when I wake up, I'll be ready for round two."



After The Movies



I'm walking home from the show, its late, almost midnight. I'm wearing a little black skirt, white blouse and red strappy heels. You can vaguely see my black bra through my shirt, and a little of the lace framing my cleavage. the street is empty and dark. I notice someone following me. I look back and see you a few feet behind me. I'm scared being a vulnerable 19 year old alone at night. I cross to the other side of the road and start walking faster. You cross behind me. I walk faster. So do you. I can feel my heart start to race. You walk even faster and come up beside me. All of a sudden you push me into an alley. I scream and try to resist you as you push me up against the cold brick wall behind a dumpster. Covering my mouth with your hand I feel you press the cold blade of a knife against my thigh. 

"Make any more noise, and I'll cut you, bitch."

I nod my head, tears running down my face.

You rip open my blouse. The cold air on my skin makes me get goose bumps. You take the knife from my thigh and cut my bra open in the front. My tits fall out and I cringe. You begin to kiss my neck and chest while running your hand up the back of my thigh and feeling my ass. You pull down my thong and shove two of your big fingers into my tight pussy. I whimper in pain. 

"I said shut up!" You push me down to my knees. "Now suck my cock, slut." 

I look up at you with tears running down my face, scared. You flash me the knife again and I cautiously raise my hands up to your pants. I unzip your jeans and slowly pull them down with your boxers. Your hard cock stares me in the face. You grab the back of my head and push it onto your cock. I gag and try to push away but you're too strong for me. You grab my hair and push and pull my head on your cock making me gag with every thrust. 

You pull my head off your long cock. It's slathered in my drool. "Get up. Now you whore." I do as I'm told. I stand up and face you covering my chest with my hands. You push my ripped shirt and bra off my shoulders and it falls to the pavement. I stand in the alley naked from the waist up, thong around my ankles. You look me up and down and smirk. 

You push me up against the brick wall and fondle my tits as you kiss my neck again. "You like this, don't you? You want my cock."

You bend me over the dumpster and raise my skirt over my ass. You smack it over and over again. You run your hand between my legs and feel my wetness. "I knew you liked this you slut. You want to be taken, don't you?"

I look back at you over my shoulder and shake my head no. "Please. No. Don't." I plead.

You slap me. "I told you to shut up!" 

You step behind me and I can feel the warmth of your body. You softly run your hands over my ass and without warning you shove your cock in my tight teen pussy. I moan in pain, trying to take all of your cock. You pound my pussy hard and long. Grabbing my hips and pulling me into you with every thrust. I can feel your cock swell and twitch inside of me. You go harder and faster, your balls slapping my ass. You pull my hair back hard as I feel you squirt your hot cum into my pussy. 

Relieved, you pull your cock out of me and stand me upright. "Good girl, now lick me clean." I kneel in front of you again and take your cock in my hand. I lick it up and down, tasting your cum and my pussy juices mixed together. I take your cock in my mouth and suck every last drop of cum from it. When I'm done I stare up at you. You moan softly and pull up your pants and boxers and zip up. "Now pull yourself together and get the fuck out of my sight." You pick my thong up off the ground and put it in your pocket and walk away smugly.

I stay in the alley, scared, looking around for my shirt. I pick it up and put it on, buttoning the few buttons that are still attached. I get up and walk out of the alley, your cum dripping out of my pussy and down my leg. I walk home scared, and oddly turned on.