0 comments/ 66703 views/ 3 favorites On the Line By: cybaby78 The clock seemed to be stopped, it wasn't. The thought of going to Yesterday's after work was wearing on my mine. The last time I went there I got so drunk that I had to be helped to the car. Not tonight, I hope that Karen meant it when she said Mark wanted us to go to his house after the club. I had met Karen on the job. We worked on the same line and got to visit while we worked. Since we were both single and were not attached we often went for a drink after work to unwind. If either of us got lucky we made other arrangements for a ride home. Now we shared an apartment to save money, it worked too. When ever one had company the other either stayed out or stayed in their room until the company left. Not that we had a lot of company. Tonight was supposed to be special. Mark had asked Karen about me and then invited us to his place after the club closed. Since we were not working this weekend and could sleep in I had agreed. I was not gonna have too much to drink, I wanted to be in control of my senses just in case. Karen was a little gal, 5'4" 110 soaking wet. Her hair was ash blonde and with her green eyes lighting up her face she drove more than one man crazy. She liked to dance and when she got on the dance floor she put her body through a routine that made me hot. I had thought about hitting on her but didn't want to lose the living arrangement. We finally got done cleaning up and were headed out the door when Karen caught up to me. "There has been a change in plans, I hope you don't mind." She told me," Mark asked if we would mind not going to the club, he has some beer at the apartment." I was all for it. I didn't want to drink much and I would prefer the quietness of the apartment to the rowdy noise at the club. So Karen gave me directions to Marks place and off we went Marks apartment was part of a complex like the one we lived in. It was in a building with three other apartments, they had a swimming pool and excercize room. His apartment was a single bedroom unit, with a small kitchen and the living room served as the dining room as well. He had it sparsely furnished with a couch, easy chair and TV. The bedroom had a queen size bed, a dresser and a small closet. Your typical male apartment. Karen and I sat on the couch and drank a beer while Mark put on some music, then he took a seat in the easy chair. The first beer went down fast, for us all. When we had each gotten another beer Karen spoke." You know we have been friends for a while now, but there is something you don't know about me. I'm a BI-sexual female. The first time I saw you I wanted you. When we moved in together I wanted to tell you, but was afraid of being rejected. Mark agreed to help me lure you here tonight to see what your reaction might be. If it turns out bad, I'll stay here and you can stay at the apartment. We can still be friends I hope." I didn't know what to say. Was my dream of a relationship with Karen going to become a reality? How ironic, here I was concerned about how she would react and all along we both felt the same way. I guess the look on my face and the smile was all she needed for reassurance. Before I could reply Karen was hugging me and then she gently kissed me on the lips. It soon turned to one of passion with our tongues sliding in and out of our mouths, and our hands caressing and searching each other's bodies. As we kissed we groped each other, when her hand touched me I opened my legs, when she squeezed my breast I sighed. When we broke apart I saw that Mark had left the room. He returned now and suggested we use the bedroom, he would remain in the living room and drink another beer. When we were both standing next to the bed I began to undo the buttons on Karen's blouse. When it fell away revealing her firm perky tits with the nipples standing erect I could no longer wait. I took a breast in each of my hands and held it firmly squeezing it as I placed my hot mouth on each nipple in turn. As I suckled and nibbled on her sweet tits Karen undid her pants and let them drop to the floor. I released her tits and stood up. While she removed her panties and crawled on the bed, I took off my clothes and let them drop at my feet then joined her on the bed. We began by holding each other close. Her breast still wet from my mouthing pressed against mine. Our legs intertwined pressing love nest to love nest. The feel of our bodies touching exciting the fire in us both. I wanted to explore every inch of Karen's softness. I turned her on her stomach then I laid on top of her rubbing myself against her. As I slid down her back with my tits I followed with my tongue. Licking and nipping her soft skin. When I reached her ass my tongue split her cheeks as my hands squeezed them. Then I rolled her over; I wanted to attack her puffy pussy. Then when I looked up, there was Mark. He was watching from the doorway, he had removed his cloths and what he had seen had excited him. He held his swollen cock in his hands slowly rubbing his hand up and down the shaft. Karen saw where I was looking and she smiled. "Mark come and join us, you deserve part of this too." Mark came over to the bed as Karen now sat up on the edge. When Mark was standing in front of her she took his cock out of his hand and wrapped her lips around the shaft and began to bob her head up and down on him. Mark placed his hands on Karen's head as she sucked and licked up and down on his big cock. Watching this made want to be part of the action so I stood up and went behind Mark and put my hands around his waist. As I nibbled his ear and neck, my tits were pressing against his back. My pussy was rubbing his ass. The excitement of both of us working on him brought out a groan of pleasure. I stepped away from Mark and pulled him away from Karen's hungry mouth. I told Karen to kneel on the bed with her sweet little pussy sticking out. I moved Mark over and let him guide his big swollen cock through the lips of Karen's wet pussy. When he was in all the way he began to rock back and forth, his big cock sliding in and out of her pussy as she moaned with the pleasure. Mark placed his hands on Karen's hips and as he drove deep in her pussy he pulled her back against him his big balls slapping against her ass made the sound of meat on meat. With Mark fucking her pussy I was left to suckle her tits. I worked my head under her and took each nipple and bit it softly. Then messaged her tits and sucked the nipples as she moaned louder with the added pleasure being forced on her. Mark kept a steady driving action plunging his big swollen cock hard into Karen's hot pussy. Karen let out a muffled groan as she was overcome with her first orgasm. I felt the tension in her body as she jerked her head back again and again. Now it was my turn. I slid out from under Karen and told Mark to pull out. He looked at me as if to say no, but thought better of it as Karen fell forward on the bed. I told Mark to get on the bed with me and I laid back and spread my legs wide. He moved between my legs I held his big swollen cock, throbbing from the fucking he had given Karen and I guided it between my waiting hot pussy lips. As his cock filled my pussy I raised my hips up to give his cock more room to go deeper inside me. Now he held my hips up and began to fuck me hard and fast, bouncing against me with each thrust. I felt the big cock fill me up and then pull out and each time he reentered I shivered with the pleasure. I didn't want him to finish to soon; I wanted him to bring me to a full orgasm as he had Karen. I was so hot and ready that I was soon on the brink and then I was there. All the fore play with Karen and watching him Fuck her made me ready all to soon. Marks body became tense and I knew he was about to let go with his blast of hot chism. I yelled at Mark to shoot his cum on me, let it cover my body. Mark pulled his cock out of my pussy and began to jerk himself. I quickly grabbed his hard swollen cock and jerked it hard to help him get off. He began to jerk and shiver and his load of white hot cum spurted out onto my stomach and my tits. The force of it sent some up to my face. Just as he was about to collapse Karen took his cock and put it in her mouth to suck out the last drops of cum. Mark fell back on the bed, his energy spent for now. It had been a lovely start to what was to become a long night. Mark lay on the bed panting; his once swollen cock now limp. He would recover soon. I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and to clean the cum from my body. I thought of a shower but decided to wait. I wanted to finish what I had started with Karen, and I knew she was ready for me as well. When I came out of the bathroom I found Karen, still naked, sitting on the couch drinking a beer. I got a beer from the fridge and joined her "Well a good start, but I think we have a little unfinished business don't we?" I kidded her. She laughed as she put down her empty can. "Yes, and now I'm gonna finish it." She said as she grabbed my legs and pulled me to the couch edge and knelt before me. As I laid back against the couch she lifted my thighs high and wide and buried her face between them. With her fingers she parted the lips of my pussy. Her tongue entered in and found my clit. Her tongue flicked at my clit and I moaned with the touch. Her tongue began darting and lapping at my pussy and my hips rose to greet the thrust. Now her fingers began their drive as she slid three small fingers in and out of me maintaining her licking on my clit and wet lips. I grasped my nipples and pinched them causing pain to shoot through them. I moaned and urged her to go on saying, ”Yes, Yes, Yes ooh baby yes." Over and over. Karen's fingers and hand were now saturated with my juices as I spurted forth with each orgasm. She withdrew her fingers and licked the juices from her hand, taking each finger and sensuously sucking and licking them. She really knew how to tease. I heard the sound of a beer can pop open and there was Mark emerging from the kitchen, "you girls can wear a guy out like that" he said. He had put on his under shorts and sat in the easy chair. " I'm gonna need a couple of beers to refill my tank" he kidded. " Well you'd better hurry, there are two hot wet pussy's waiting for more of that big cock of yours" I prodded him." You have time; I was just about to have a little fun with Karen. You can watch maybe you'll learn something." And we all laughed. I wish I had a toy to use on Karen. As she sat drinking another beer I decided to have a drink as well only I was going to have it on Karen. When Karen put her empty beer can down I asked her to lay back on the couch. Then as she lay there I poured some beer on her tits. As it was running off of her tits I lapped it up. Then I poured more over her tits and her belly letting it run down to her pussy. I licked furiously to catch every drop. She was ready and hot. I laid down on the floor and had Karen to squat with her pussy on my face so I could enjoy her more. And still have her tits to play with. Then I began to tease the lips of her pussy darting in and out, followed by long slow licks the length of her lips. I knew she was enjoying it when I heard her gasp and then start to rock on my face as she let out a whimper to go, go, go. The action was too much for Mark. He put down his beer and got down on the floor where he parted my thighs and began his own assault. He opened my lips with two of his big fingers. His tongue found my clit and he alternated between flicking on it and lapping my lips. Then he drove his tongue deep inside me. Touching the walls of my gaping pussy. I was soon wet and my juices covered Marks face as he continued licking and playing with my pussy. Now Karen was leaning back her hands on my hips thrusting forward ready to explode. I held her ass in my hands as I sucked her pussy and when she let go with her orgasm her body jerked slamming her pussy against my face. Sensing her release I too let loose as Mark chewed on the swollen clit his fingers tweaking the inside of my hot wet pussy. Mark finished licking the juices from my pussy and returned to his chair. Karen sat back on the couch and I went to refill our beers. I needed something to wash the juices down. When I handed mark his beer I couldn't help but notice he had fully recovered. His shorts were bulging with his throbbing cock. After taking a few swallow of beer i looked at Karen and nodded toward Mark. She understood and together we left the couch and knelt before Mark's chair. With out a word we pulled his shorts off and as Karen started to stroke his big throbbing cock I began to tickle his balls. Then I wrapped my mouth over his cock and began to rake my teeth up and down the shaft of his cock, licking the purple swollen head. Karen joined in and together we licked up and down on his cock as he laid his head back and moaned with pleasure. Karen and I took turns sucking on his shaft bobbing up and down on his cock until he was ready to explode. We jerked him off as we kept sucking to get hi to explode in our mouth, I wanted to feel the rush of cum shooting deep down my throat. When he was ready I took as much of his big cock as i could and jerked the shaft and then he went off, spasm after spasm of hot cum shooting filling my mouth until I could hold no more. It seeped between my lips and down my chin, dripping on to my tits. Karen rubbed it around on my tits and then she began licking it off me giving me another warm sensation. It was too late now to go home so we decided to spend the night. We all washed up and then crawled into Mark's bed. Curled up together we were soon asleep. What the morning would bring we would have to wait and see On the Line He was the first thing I noticed as I walked through the door of the truck stop where my friends usually met to drink coffee and goof off late at night. He was on the phone and obvious unhappy about something but it was not the aura of aggression that surrounded him that caught my attention. He was tall, well over 6 foot and well built, muscular but not bulky, his dark Native American features had a quite power about them, he filled out the black jeans and a form fitting black T-shirt amazingly well. At first it was his long black leather trench coat that grabbed my focus, it looked butter soft and seemed to flow around him as he paced and turned away from me and the front door. I caught my breath, I had never really cared about long hair on a guy but his was a thick, perfect curtain of black silk that flowed strait down his back to his waist. To be honest I seldom really pay attention to a man's appearance beyond a simple "Oh he is cute" or "Wow nice shoulders." Classically handsome model type guys don't usually catch my attention or end up in my sketchbook. I am always looking for personality in people features and this guy had it in spades. I hate to admit I was staring at him as I walked into the restaurant until I saw my friends all sitting at one of the large corner banquets as usual the ragtag bunch of night owls I call my friends had tons of sugars and creamers in those red plastic baskets usually reserved for fries and were laughing and goofing off. Kim and Joe were playing rummy, the only game they will even try to play though I have tried to teach them spades, hearts, poker and a few others. Amy was laughing at something Lance or Bobby had said and checking her watch, everyone smiled and scooted in to make room for me on the end. I dropped my backpack on the floor and slid in next to Joe grabbing his cup and taking a drink of his unsweetened coffee. Everyone laughed as I made a face, Joe poked me in the arm and said "Lola you do that every damn time and you know I don't put sugar in my coffee, can't you just wait for the waitress to bring you a cup?" Pulling out my sketchbook and pencil case I waved the waitress over, "Ah you know I just adore you so much I can't resist." I doctored up my own coffee and drank half of it while Joanne the waitress filled everyone else's, use to my habits by now she refilled my cup before leaving. I mentioned to Amy that I had not seen her car in the parking lot and asked if I was going to have to play taxi so she could go pick her girlfriend Becky up from the strip club she waitressed at. "Thanks Lo but Bobby is going to run us home, Joe and he are trying to fix the Blue Beast." Amy told me. This of course brought on the usual arguments about wether Amy and Becky should give up on their old blue caddy and get a new one and about how much longer Joe and Bobby could keep fixing it. I half listened as I watched over Kim's shoulder to the hallway where the Phone Guy was still pacing back and forth, tethered to the phone. I began sketching him in quick lines, my friends paying it no attention, use to me sketching people around me. His movements and the supple flow of the leather duster brought to mind a panther pacing back and forth in a cage. 'Damn wouldn't I like to free him?' I thought. For the next thirty minutes or so I managed to carry on a reasonable conversation with everyone on a wide range of topics while still stealing glaces at my fantasy guy. By now the desire to run my hands through his hair was intense and more then anything I could imagine wrapping my hands in it and pulling him close for a kiss. My hair might only be half as long as his but I know I love having it grabbed and carefully pulled when I play. Kim started giving us the newest episode in the soap opera we call her place of employment which sounds more like Jr. High then a clothing store to me with all the backbiting and I was actually paying attention to her drama instead of the Phone Guy for a few minutes. Which of course would explained my surprise in looking up and seeing him standing beside me. Before I could make a fool out of myself and say something totally dumb Bobby introduced Chris Wrenweaver to all of us and I found myself scooting in and giving him a place to sit. I didn't even notice my friends looking at me strangely since I have always gotten out of the booth and had others scoot in so I could sit on the end. I did notice Kim nudging Amy and would probably have wondered about it if I had not been paying attention to Bobby and Chris talking about having gone to high school together. Chris' voice was as silky and as full as his amazing hair and I felt myself getting damp just listening to him talk. Bobby asked him how the call had gone and I listened as Chris told us all how he dated a girl for two and half weeks a few weeks before and then realized that she was freaking insane. "I don't mean a little manic, or a bit depressed, not even a bit nutty, this lady was insane, she was convinced that the aliens wanted to abduct her and get her pregnant and she told me that she was half alien because they had abducted her mother. She started calling me at all hours to tell me about her newest conspiracy theory so I finally told her it was not going to work for us. Then yesterday I go out to my car and it is gone and there is a note from her saying she 'borrowed' it to fool the aliens and was heading to Nevada to Area 51 to get the government to admit she is part alien." Chris was sort of laughing about this but it was pretty obvious that he was not happy about it. "Anyway I finally got her to answer her cell phone and I was trying to convince her to turn around and bring the car back, if she does I will drop the charges but if not the Nevada police will find her, with my luck they will find her after she gets to Area 51 and is busted by the feds." Everyone started laughing and talking about aliens and the nut job we had each dated at one time or another. I could feel Chris' leg warm against mine as I turned to talk to him about what kind of car he had. When he admitted that it was a black Camaro he had rebuilt a few years before I found myself telling him I wished he had his car so he could take me for a drive in the desert since I love muscle cars and that I was paying Bobby and Joe to slowly rebuild the GTO my uncle had given me. Chris gave me this amazing smile and I felt myself melt even more as he said, "Do you like to go fast, to really feel the power under you?" Could he possibly not be flirting or was I just wishing? I realized that he had said it low enough that only I heard him so I leaned towards him and told him, "I love it fast, the wild feeling of riding with someone who is really knows what they are doing. Knowing you are going to fast, feeling like you might lose control any second and wondering just how far they will push it. I love to feel the wind and the roar of the engine." I knew that my leaning towards him was giving him a hell of a view of my cleavage and I was hoping he was enjoying it. He gave me this wicked grin and said, "Trust me I would take you anytime." I was about ready to drag him out of there right there and then but made myself behave. Before our flirtfest could go on any longer Bobby mentioned that Chris was a computer programer and that he did video games and then told Chris that I designed websites. "Would I have seen any of them?" Chris asked. The guys and Kim started to laugh and Joe said, "Well I guess if you check out paysites." They have always found my job funny but of course they still use the free access to the sites I have given them and I have yet to tell them that I can track their viewing and know just how much time they spend on each site. "Jackasses." I sighed, "They mean I maintain the sites for a couple of paysites as well as a small local record company and a radio station, also some random contracts. The paysites are my biggest contracts though, and the most work I have to do." "What do you have to do for them?" Chris asked "Trust me it sounds a lot more fun than it is. Both sites have multiple models and guest models and most of them have no idea about computers beyond chat. They take digital pics, sometimes hundreds at a time and send them to me and I format them, same with AVI video. The models always get pissed if I can not use every single one of their pics cause the lady who runs accounting on the sites pays them per pic used on the site. A lot of them have no idea how to take a really great photo even when we send them articles on it so instead they take tons of them. Trust me you can get awfully sick of porn after a while especially if you have to edit out the crappy pics. I do work for a BBW site and a fetish site, that one can get a little weird at times and I have to keep an eye out for any pics that break the law." "Are you on the BBW site?" I was surprised to hear Chris ask. "You are definitely sexy enough for it." Who knew I could still blush at 28? "No, I am a size 20, that is a bit small for that site." Amy got out of the booth followed by Joe and came over and gave me a hug. Bobby looked at Chris and said, "I have to go pick up Amy's girlfriend, maybe Lola can give you a ride, you only live about half a mile apart." I couldn't be sure but it seemed like Bobby was trying to hold back a grin as I told him it would not be a problem. Joe grabbed Kim's hand and said, "Come on babe, I want to go play." Kim blushed as always anytime Joe made it obvious he wanted her but squirmed out of the booth so fast we all had to laugh. Watching them all head out the door I felt like asking if he thought we had been set up but wasn't sure how he would react. After the waitress came over and cleared off most of the mess and filled our cups we went back to talking, I should have moved in to the booth a little but I was enjoying the feel of him next to me and I figured I would leave it to him to change places if it made him uncomfortable. "So you really get burned out on the photos and stuff after a while?" Chris asked leaning back in the booth. "Oh hell yeah, after the first six months my libido sort of went numb, in fact it is only very, very recently that I have been getting horny again." I stirred my coffee and looked to see how he took that. A slow smile was creeping on his face. "Really? How recently?" "Oh about an hour now." I said as I felt his hand start to play with my riot of red curly hair where it laid on the back of the booth. I wanted to start purring but instead I sort of arched my back and pushed my head against his hand. "Just about five seconds after I walked into the place." He looked deep in my eyes and wrapped one of my curls around his finger. "Well then I guess I better see what I can do to make sure you don't get numb again, don't I?" I started to nod as he leaned in and slowly kissed me. What is it about that first kiss? It is the same with flirting with a guy the first time, it totally sets the mood of the entire relationship for me. Chris' kiss started slow and tender, probing my lips with his tongue and then he nipped my lower lip with his teeth and sped the kiss up, his tongue slipped between my teeth and gently teased my mouth. I sighed and flicked my own tongue against his and the kiss became a little deeper and fiercer. After what seemed like hours and only seconds all at the same time I pulled back and looked at him, his eyes were so deep and dark but also so full of fire that it took my breath away. "You want to go for that ride? We could drive out to the bluff" Chris asked as he leaned in for another kiss. The bluff was a lookout well off of the interstate about 20 miles from here and classic makeout place. I laughed, "Oh man I have not done that since high school, sounds good to me" I figured that since it was now around 3 am it would be pretty deserted and the idea of driving fast through the night with the windows down and music going and this amazingly sexy guy next to me had me even hotter then ever. Chris dropped enough money to pay for both out our coffees and a great tip and we headed out to my car. Sadly my Goat was still in Joe's garage and I just had the Skylark, a very comfy car, all the bells and whistles but not a GTO by any measure. We got in and I pulled out on the Interstate heading west and brought her up to speed. The air was warm even this early in the morning and I flipped on a CD. I put the car in cruise at 80mpr and drove with one hand, my right hand I placed on Chris' knee and began to lightly stoke his thigh. Chris was playing with my hair again and told me he could not believe how bright red it was, of course one look at my eyebrows is enough to convince anyone that new penny copper is my natural color. My hand stroked just a little higher as I breezed the car around a semi. "That is funny 'cause your hair is one of the things that made me stare at you first, I have never seen such thick hair, made me want to bury my hands in it." Chris laughed that wicked deep laugh of his and gave my hair a tug, I gave a little gasp and arched my back again. "Oh you like that huh? Do you like having your hair pulled?" He asked and I nodded. He gave it another light tug and I moved my hands up to his crotch and began to play with his zipper. I could feel this very impressive bulge under his fly and I wanted to play with it. After struggling with it for a minute Chris reached down and helped me release his erection from his jeans, he must have been going commando cause it popped right out. I could not see his hard on in the dark car but man could I feel it filling my hand, long and thick it was built similar to Chris himself. I continued to drive as I stroked him and enjoyed the feeling of his hand in my hair. "The first thing I noticed about you was your chest, then your hair and then how beautiful you are." Chris told me. "Bobby had told me to come there cause he wanted me to meet you, he had told me about you, he knows I like plus size women and he told me you would take my breath away. He was not joking at all." His words thrilled me, the note of honesty in them an amazing turn on. His hand had slid down my shoulder and was teasing my nipple through my light top as I blew past our exit. "I will hit the next overpass." I told him. I knew the next ten miles to the next exit would go by in a second but the feel of controlling the car, the wind and the feel of holding him my hand all a the same time was too arousing to give up so fast. Chris chuckled and pushed against my hand. "No hurry, oh man you are good at that." "Driving or touching you?" He moaned, "Both, if you are as good at doing other things to me as you are at driving and giving a handjob I will be in heaven." I dropped out of cruise control and whipped up and over the overpass in one smooth move, blowing the stop sign on the dark country road. Thankfully no cops were around as I came off the ramp heading back to town already doing 85. "I want to do a lot of things to you sugar, I want you to do as much to me." I told him. He pinched my nipple good and hard, "I will do anything to you that you can handle babe." I slowed down to take the off ramp down to the road that leads to the bluff, never once taking my hand off of his cock. "I can handle anything you can think of, maybe we will have to see who can handle what." I had to drive a bit slower since the access road to the bluff was dark and winding but still I held onto my prize. I slipped my hand lower and cupped his balls as we turned onto the dirt road up the hill letting the motion of the car do the work for me. The Bluff was a historic marker that had to do with the pioneers and there was a little park with restrooms and grass and all kind of signs about what it was like to travel in covered wagons and about the first people to come over the ridge and decide to make a town by the river. Named after one of the explorer no one I knew called it anything other then Buff Bluff due to all the times people came up here to make out and get each other in the buff in the backseat. Thankfully the Bluff was empty for once as I pulled up to the edge where we could see the city sprawled out before us. I finally had to remove my hand to turn off the car and before I could reach back for it Chris had grabbed me and started to kiss me senseless. I returned the kisses with just as much passion, thinking about how few men I had known really knew how to kiss a girl's socks off. I had finally gotten a chance to wrap my hands in his hair and it was as smooth and thick as it looked, my own hair is light even though there is so much of it but Chris' hair seemed to weigh heavy in my hands. We sat there necking for at least 20 minutes until both of our lips were slightly bruised and we were out of breath. Chris had slipped one hand one hand under my shirt while the other was as wrapped in my curls as mine were wrapped in his long ebony hair. My bra hooked in the front and he had gotten 4 of the 6 hooks undone and had manage to lift one of my big soft breasts out of the cup. I broke the kiss with a gasp as he gave my nipple a hard twist. "Oh yeah." I sighed and reached down to pull my top over my head and undo my bra. There was enough moonlight to let Chris get a really good look at my boobs and I was a little afraid he would be disappointed that they were not as firm as some women's or that they did not sit high up on my chest the way they looked in the bra. I had never actually had a guy complain about my breasts uncovered but it had always been a fear. Chris stared intently at my chest for a minute and then sighed, "Oh man they are amazing." as he reached out and began to feel them, lifting them and feeling the weight of them in his hands. He tweaked my nipples and I gave a little gasp, hoping he would realize that I love having them played with hard. I am not afraid to admit that or anything sexual to a guy but there is something so sexy about a guy figuring out what you want by instinct. His finger tightened on the nipples and gave them a good hard pull and twist and my back arched as I moaned. "Yes." I said throwing back my head. Chris leaned in and began to nibble on my neck as he twisted my nipples more. "You like that don't you, having me play rough with your great big nipples?" He asked with his mouth nuzzling my ear. I nodded and he nipped my earlobe, another thing guaranteed to drive me insane. "Lets get out of the car." He said opening the door behind him. I just about cried as his hands and mouth left my body but before I could get out of the car he had come around and was opening my door for me. I took his hand as I got out and he shut the door and leaned me back against the back door. I was there standing half naked with him pressing his nearly fulled clothed body against me. I could feel the heat of his hard on pressing against my stomach and the soft leather of his coat as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again. His mouth began to roam, along my neck to my ears, nipping and licking, driving me insane. I felt him open the back door and move me away from it so he could sit on the seat and pull me standing in front of him. Chris began to tease my nipples while he stared at them and then looked up into my eyes watching me to see how I handled it as he slowly increased the pressure. I felt the game and would not say anything, instead using my body and my eyes to implore him to tweak them harder. Many men have become uncomfortable at how much pressure and pulling I can take, hell that I want, on my nipples. They are so afraid to hurt me they can not understand that for me it is not a pain but a pleasure. Finally I reached down and put my hands on the back of Chris' head and pulled him to my right nipple, he opened his mouth and flicked it with his tongue and in the same breath took it in his mouth and sucked it hard and strong. I wrapped his wonderful hair around my hands and pulled him tight to me, enjoying the feeling of his lips and teeth on one nipple as he twisted and tweaked the other with his fingers. On the Line His other hand began to slide under my long full skirt and that was when he realized that he was not the only one going commando. "Ohhhh you naughty girl, no panties huh?" He asked as his fingers began to tease my pussy lips. I smiled and pulled his mouth to my nipple again and moaned loudly as his fingers finally found my clit. I had been turned on since the moment I saw him and the drive had gotten me even hotter so it only took a few moments of diddleing to make me cum. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face tight to my breast and began to buck and thrash as his fingers kept playing around my little button. As I stood there limp I saw he was staring at me, for a moment I was worried he was shocked but he just looked amazed. "Do you always cum like that? So hard and wild?" I nodded and told him that that had actually been a pretty mild one for me, it was not till my third of forth that I totally lost control but that thankfully I cum easily. "I think that is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen, and I know for a fact you are the sexiest woman I have ever met Lola." Chris sounded so serious and sexy that I nearly came again as he stood and wrapped his arms around me. He reached back in the car for the blanket I always keep folded on the backseat and taking my hand lead me to the grass that was planted around the various monuments and I stood there as he spread out the blanket. I reached out and slipped his coat off his impressively wide shoulders and started to work his t-shirt off as well. His boots would have taken a bit of effort so I just pushed his pants down his legs and dropped to my knees before him. I looked up at him, barely able to make out his face in the darkness with the moonlight shining on his back and into my face. I laid my hand on his hip and reached for his cock marveling at how dark he was and how the moonlight made me seen even paler in contrast. I kept looking him in the eyes as I moved to take his swollen cock into my waiting mouth, I could feel him gasp and I sucked harder as I felt his strong hands grab my hair and hold onto me. I sucked him deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue as I drew back to the head and then quickly swallowed him deep again. Finally I was so deep into the feel of him in my mouth that I closed my eyes and just went with the flow. I sucked and teased and held his balls in my hand as I swirled my tongue around the glands at the top then sunk my mouth to the base of his cock. He was shaking as he stood there and moaning. I would feel him getting close to losing control and then I would change the pace, slowing down or taking him all the way out of my mouth for a minute to lick the head. Over and over I brought him to the edge, driving him insane for at least 30 minutes until he pulled my head away and let his knees buckle out form under him. "Oh my god, how long can you keep doing that?" He asked, catching his breath as he held me close, both of us on our knees. "Another good 20 or 30 minutes, I love doing it, it is a feeling of control and submission all at once. And of course as long as you play with my hair I am happy." He kissed me deep and long and then leaned me back so I was laying on the blanket as he began to kiss my neck again. His hands were roaming my body, pinching a nipple just long enough to have me arch my back then as his mouth took the place of his fingers on my nipples he began to slide those wonderful hands down my belly. His touch was light, not quite tickling and it was an amazing contrast with the strong sucking and hard little nips of his mouth at my breast. His fingers slid across my belly showing me an erogenous zone I never knew was so sensitive. He replaced his hands on my soft full belly with his mouth as his fingers slid down to my thighs. I began to stroke his hair as it fell around his bare shoulders and cascaded onto my breasts. I held my breath hoping he would move his hands to my poor tender pussy but instead he stroked my thighs as he had my belly. He moved his hands and pushed my legs apart and lifted until my knees were slightly bent. I knew that any second he would realize just how sensitive the back of my knees were and I stopped breathing for a few seconds as his fingers finally touched the soft plump skin there. I gasped and he looked up and smiled then moved between my legs. I wanted to pull him between my legs and have him sink deep into me but instead he began to lick the skin on my thighs and tease the back of my thighs with his fingertips. Chris lifted one of my legs u and lowered his head to the back of my knee and I felt the soft rasp of his light whiskers. I was shaking, knowing that any second now he would find out my secret. I began to moan and thrash and cum again. Only one other time in my life had I cum from someone playing with the back of my legs and he had had me on my knees and was really tormenting me. Chris had just barely teased me there with his lips and stubble and I lost control. As I stopped shaking and could look at him again I saw him staring at me again with that same look of wonder on his face. "You're amazing, I wish you could see yourself right now, you are pale as the moon and you just glow with passion." Damn this guy has a way with words. Before I could say anything, before I had fully stopped shaking Chris kneeled between my legs and buried his face in my soaking wet pussy. I groaned loudly as his tongue found my clit and nearly screamed as he sucked it deep and hard. I reached down to were he had flipped his hair onto my belly and wrapped my hands in it. My pale hands seemed to be pure white in contrast to his black silk hair. I pushed his head against my pussy, pulling his hair every time he began to let up suction on my clit and grinding my pussy against his face. In the past it had been hard for me to really let loose with a guy in this position since I know that I get so wild and can not hold still but I could tell that my wildness and my thrashing was turning Chris on more and more. His fingers found my hole and he began to push one in as I thrashed, as the second finger worked it way into my cunt I began to cum and cum but Chris never let up sucking on my swollen inflamed clitty. I was moaning and crying, thrashing under his touch. All it took was one good nip on my clit and I was shaking and cumming again. I had always cum easily but no one had ever made me cum like this before Chris. Finally I could not take it any longer, there were tears running down my face and I could barely breath. "Stop, oh god please stop I can't breath." I pulled Chris' head away from my poor abused clit by his hair and pulled him up to cover me with his body and hungrily devoured his mouth to get my taste off of his lips. I grabbed his shoulders and rolled him off of me and in one move I had slid down his body and taken his cock deep into my mouth. There was no teasing now, no games. I sucked him as if my life depended on it. I took his hardness deep into my mouth, swirled my tongue around the head and then pushed my lips to the base of his cock and sucked hard. Chris grabbed at my hair and tired to pull me back. "Oh God Lola I am going to cum if you don't stop right now. I can't control it you are driving me insane." He howled as I sucked him even harder and cupped his balls. His hands stopped trying to pull my head away and instead just grabbed my hair and held my head in place as he cried out and came deep in my throat. I pulled back just enough to let him thrust his hips up to fuck my mouth as he came torrents of shockingly hot cum into my mouth. I slowly sucked my way to the head and caught the last drop on the tip of my tongue and swallowed the salty liquid as if it was coffee. Now it was Chris who laid there shaking and he who was pulling me up to lay with my head on his chest. He looked me deep in the eyes and stroked the side of my face. "I don't know how many ways I can say this but you are amazing." We laid there for a moment and then he lowered his head and kissed me. "Are you worn out?" He asked. "Oh sweetie I am a night owl I have a good long while before I fade." My response brought a smile to his face. "I want to take you to my house and not let you out of bed for the next two days." I smiled and sat up reaching for his hand. "I think that can be arranged." I said. On The Line (Pre Match Rituals) The final preliminary match up had now ended; and the crowd was red hot! They all knew in just a matter of moments, history would be made! Every man and woman in the arena had a prediction. Some were obviously right. The rest were, obviously, wrong---but that night, the crowd was split 50/50, in hopes that their choice in contender would be the one to take the fight! The mere thought of James Tovar getting his just revenge; destroying his enemy in the ring, had many women cringing, stirring in their seats; while others got a little hot and bothered with the thought of Richard Cuevas humiliating the champion for a second time, only now taking what should have been his to begin with! To say their own boyfriends or husbands were growing ever jealous, would be an understatement! The jealously would go down a little, though, when realizing just how easy it was going to be to take advantage of them that night... Arena staff came out to clean the ring canvas; as blood had been spilt in the last contest; and to do whatever other duties they could, to ensure a safe and fair fighting environment. Neither boxer, nor committee wanted any excuses. There was going to be a clear winner that night. Soon the referee made her way to ringside. At Richard's request, the traditional, older gentleman zebra was now replaced with an exotic, younger and sexy lioness. Her skin was tanned and unflawed; her hair was long and untamed; her lips, perfect with pout. She would have to, eventually, count one of these men out; and if that man had been lucky enough to still see, at least gazing at her undeniable beauty was the reward for losing. Their wasn't one hint of silence throughout the building. Only cheers. Only hollers. Only screams. Only one man didn't hear it though... The World Heavyweight Champion, James "Picture Perfect" Tovar, cut out all the noise and racket from his space; from his mind. The sometimes humble champion, even to the end, had been preparing, training and working his body and spirit to the limit. He knew that even though his opponent was arrogant and cocky in the ring, he could back it up. He would be no easy victory. To win this match, James Tovar had to be at his all time best! And so, without needing any more reason, he continued to lift his weights; lifting them high into the air, as if they weighed nothing. Suddenly, a knock at the door came; along with annoyance of now being interrupted. Surely, the press could wait for an interview! But alas, it wasn't the press or media, but lovely Izel instead. With relief, and a bit of suspicion, he would let her in... The champion went straight back to his bench and resumed his weight lifting; not seeming to care that his arch enemy's lover was now standing in his private dressing room; crossing into enemy territory. And nor did she. She spoke: "Are you sure you want to go through with this?", she asked. James, politely ignored her for a second, before answering, "Did Richie put you up to this? Is this some kind of mind game? It's not going to work. I'll tell you that right now..." She bent down, to stop him from thrusting another weight into the air and offered, "No. No, he didn't. In fact, he doesn't know I'm here. I kind of snuck out. I promise. I wouldn't lie to you. In fact, I've tried to talk my baby out of this whole silly mess, but his ego is just too big sometimes. You know how he is..." James smiled to those words; he, indeed, knew how Richard was and was hoping, in this case, he'd die by the sword he lived by. Izel continued: "Anyways, you're my best friend and I know you're not so hot tempered; you're a pretty mellow guy, you know? I just wanted to see if I could talk you out of this...but at the looks of things, I don't think I am going to be able to, huh Jimmy Boy?" Jimmy Boy got up from his bench; leaving his weights behind; and began to spar with an old, bruised up bag. Every hit connected, every hit that would be meant for Richard; stopping only to say: "Listen, Zelly, I know what I'm doing...and I have to do this. Your boyfriend is running his mouth; being nothing but sizzle and no steak! If I back down...if I let him get away with this...then I wouldn't deserve to have claim to this belt! So tonight, I'm going to lace up my boots; tighten my gloves and put him in his place once and for all!" Izel could see the determination; the passion in his brown eyes and the calm, confidence in his husky voice, as he returned to beating on a defenseless bag. He really had no fear whatsoever. And maybe, she thought, would also be his demise. But her mind had now taken another turn; and with her face growing again with shades of curious red, she reminded her best friend of another promise: "Well, I was also thinking...um...what if you win?" "Picture Perfect" was now perfectly confused, as he jabbed away. "Well, then I win. Still the champ! It's not that difficult to grasp Zelly." Izel, now getting aroused at the mere thought of finishing her question; or rather, explaining further, without time to react, grabbed James' arm and kept him from finishing off the poor bag... "I meant about what you said at the conference...about taking me home..." The champion then, stopped dead in his tracks; accepting her touch on his biceps; contemplating what might happen at that moment. True, he naturally did have feelings for this amazing woman, who had been his best friend, for now over three years; but could he be as low as Richard turned out to be? He thought as fast as he could and offered: "Oh, that? I just got caught up in the moment. I just wanted to hurt him real bad, you know? I didn't mean to disrespect you or put you in the middle of things. Don't worry, I wouldn't disrespect you like that. You are not some prize to me...like you are to Richard..." Izel pressed her body up against James'; her large breasts smashed against his chiseled chest; her fingers playfully dancing up and down his frame; to his neck, to his chest and to his stomach. She slowly kissed his lips and admitted: "Maybe I want to be your prize..." She had kissed his lips again; this time with a little more force; a little more passion. Letting James know she was serious; showing him how willing she would be, to be all his...and he wanted so badly for that to be so. His conscience called foul though... "Izel, that was the kiss of my lifetime. I've always wanted your kiss so bad...but not like this. And maybe you're right: The real prize tonight, isn't the title...it's you...so if I have to earn and fight for your love; for your loyalty and for your body tonight, then that's what I'm going to do! I'm going to take you from him tonight, and if I can't, if I lose...then I don't deserve you..." The World Heavyweight Champion then stormed out of the room; now more than ever, eager to start this fight and have the girl of his dreams at his side after it. But would he fulfill his destiny? Would he be stopped? Was Izel telling the truth? Or had she been working with Richard the entire time? On The Line (Tale of the Tape) It was on a Sunday night. A night when, usually, the City of Angels is alive and well. When all walks of life are intertwined as one; and the night seems to last forever. This would have been a night like that had it not been for the most anticipated World Heavyweight Championship fight to have ever been recorded! It was the night two friends became enemies; two brothers became strangers and only one of them would walk out with the satisfaction of being, indisputably, the best in the world! The arena was filled to capacity; maybe even a little passed in space; but for a rare spectacle, rules were broken, people found a way inside and money was made. If you weren't inside the building, you were at home or a bar, glued to the television set or computer screen. Nobody wanted to miss the Fight Of Fights, and if you did, people had every right to taunt your loss... As usual, there was an Undercard; but only this time, it would not go on to surpass the Main Event. The fans enjoyed their, seemingly, appetizers but all night, were hungry for the entrée. They had wanted, just as much as the contenders themselves, to find out who would be walking away and who would be barely able to walk at all... And as mentioned before, both competitors, at one time, had been the best of friends; closer than any blood brothers and also, a very successful team of sorts; even if they had been a little arrogant in their ways. But now, for James "Picture Perfect" Tovar and "The Big Deal" Richard Cuevas, all resemblance to closeness was now a memory. They were managed by a beautiful, busty and seductive woman only known as Izel; and also so happened to be Cuevas' lover on the side. Many speculators had considered Izel to be the real final nail in the men's friendship's coffin but was certainly not the first jab thrown, so to speak... No, the real trouble started as it usually does: With jealously. After years of training together; supporting eachother to the fullest and training their bodies to the maximum, Tovar was given a title shot against, the then, reigning champion, Chavo Becerra, an amazing yet extremely vain athlete from El Salvador. After only three rounds, the Salvadorian champion was defeated; knocked unconscious and his reign, over. That night, only Izel came to the ring to celebrate her friend's victory. "The Big Deal", was a no show. And the first jab connected... Being the more level headed of the two athletes, James decided against his suspicions and let his friend slide; maybe it had been just an off night for the younger Richard; after all, he had just finished winning his OWN grueling match moments before. An injury could keep even the most well meaning friend away. This was not the case though, as weeks went by and no congratulations, praise or acknowledgement was given. And thus, the second jab landed with precision... At the very next fight night, Tovar would defend his title belt in a rematch with Becerra; but this time, it would be without any support from his now distant friend. Wanting to keep her men together, Izel, who was as intelligent as she was gorgeous, offered to manage the champion that night; to show some unity; and had hoped her man would follow. This would not to be. After another five rounds with Becerra, Tovar was again victorious; undefeated and still the best in the business. The beautiful Izel wrapped the world title around her friend and temporary client; holding his arm up high and ended with a hug. Richard, outraged, jealous and bitter, ran to and into the ring, and without warning, without a word, sucker punched James; knocking his friend and their friendship out cold. And with that one punch, the punch heard around the world, things would never be the same again for the champion nor challenger... Things would only get worse, as soon "The Big Deal", was announcing himself as the real champion; claiming his knockout on "Picture Perfect" Tovar was legit; if only recognized by himself. Obviously, this was intentionally done, to get under the champion's skin enough, and be granted a title shot. And so, it had obviously worked, as James was more than willing to put his title on the line against his now fiendish and former best friend. But things had took an interesting turn at the official fight press conference, set up by the boxing committee, where both contenders were weighed in and asked many questions by the fans and press alike! Izel was put on the spot, when asked who she would be supporting that night: Her lover or her best friend? When Izel didn't answer fast enough; supposedly, the "correct" answer, Richard erupted yet again; dismissing her services; walking away, but not before promising quick and easy victory. Izel felt she had no choice but to follow her man. Had she been wrong to even think otherwise? Things were so out of control and she wished things would be back to the way they were; she wished their friendship---not some title---meant more. Before she could express her thoughts, the champion spoke up and asserted his defiant dominance to his worthy rival: "Yeah, run away. You're good at that. You're good at taking the easy, CHEAP way out, aren't ya? Now, ever since I EARNED this belt...you got that? EARNED!...ever since I've earned this belt, you've been real shady to me and to Izel...you're so in love with yourself, that any one of your friends does a little good for themselves and you fuss and whine and mope like a little child. Well, you know what? I'm not a child. I'm a man. And not just a bigger man; not just a better man...I'm the World Heavyweight Champion...I'm the best in the world...and if I'm man enough to put what makes me important on the line, then I think you should too! So after Sunday night, after the bell rings and you're eating the canvas...I'll be going home, victorious; undefeated with MY belt---AND WITH IZEL!...and believe me, I'll be eating something too!" You can only imagine how this infuriated the challenger to the throne; and even though he was a bit uneasy with this proposition, being in front of the press, the fans and the billions watching at home was too much for his ego; he accepted. Perhaps he baited his former friend into the match, but he realized his foe now had now tricked and baited HIM into accepting a stipulation that he had a chance of not winning. With the press and fans screaming questions, obscenities and cheers, Richard grabbed Izel, who was now filled with more anxiety; yet a new curiosity, as her face proved; as a lovely shade of red emerged on her cheeks. It was really over, she thought. There was no way back and only one man could rule the ring; the world and her heart and she knew exactly who it was going to be... So there you have it, boxing fans the world over! A fitting recap of the exciting match history of an exciting, never to be duplicated title fight that hooked and shocked the entire world! And with only just a few minor possible outcomes at hand, both these warriors knew they had to give it their all---but there was only one victor that night, as mentioned. Did James "Picture Perfect" Tovar, with his overwhelming power and very precise technique, have the tools necessary to remain the man and take away another man's treasure? Or was the unbelievable speed and unmatched, uncanny agility of Richard "The Big Deal" Cuevas enough to land him the victory, along with the World Heavyweight Championship? Who, indeed, had Izel already picked in her mind that fateful night, to win all the marbles? Read on to find out!