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October

By: forbidden_dreams



The stress had been mounting. This rehearsal had not gone as planned and now he was under the gun. Not enough night's sleep was beginning to stir the pressure within his head. Thoughts ceaselessly swirling in his mind, he walked to his parked vehicle not giving notice to the footsteps behind him. 

"I forgot how chilled the air gets here at dusk," spoke a soft voice. Craig froze momentarily, and without looking, continued to load his gear.

"I suppose if you're from the desert, this might seem cold."  

"I suppose," came a sultry response. He finally turned to see her. She stood before him...his mind attempting to reconcile present with past. The years had filled her out, but she remained the mercurial visage he remembered. "I know this isn't the best time. I know you're unimaginably busy.  I know you battle within yourself. But I came for a taste. Say the word, and I'll leave. Say the word and I'll st...."

Before she could end her sentence, he slipped one arm around her waist and pulled her to him. His free hand slid to the base of her neck clenching a fistful of black hair and brought her mouth to his. The wedding band on his left hand shone in the light. His haste was greeted with equal ardor as she fell into his kiss.

The heat of his lips warmed the cold of hers. Her tongue found his with ease. He kissed her as he'd kissed her so many times in his memories and fantasies.  His hands clutched her face as if trying to import her thoughts into his.  They understood each other without words or promises of tomorrow.

"I didn't think you would come again," he breathed in her ear.  She had visited him once before.  But the responsibility that came with her ring had made her leave.

   "Why? You miss me?" she began.  He covered her mouth with his to answer the question she had begun to ask. His hands desperately slid to her breast cupping and kneading. Her moans begged him not to stop...to send her to that place in her mind that only he could reach.

  Dark had now descended upon them and with it came the chill of an autumn night. His hands were icy in stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. He opened her jacket to slide his hand up her shirt. She gasped as the need overcame the shock of the cold. 

  He pressed her against the cold of the truck--his hardness evident as he pulled her hips to his. His hands sought the warmth of her ass. She inhaled deeply as his hands caressed her. There was power in his hands tonight as he alternated between her breasts and her ass. 

  He gently pulled her away from the bed of the truck and lowered the tailgate. She neared him again and he picked her up and sat her on the edge of the tailgate. He hiked one hip and pulled himself up next to her to stroke her lips with his finger. She closed her eyes and allowed her senses to guide her. Parting her lips, she pulled his finger into her mouth with her tongue and gently sucked the tip of his cold finger.  

  His eyes fierce with want, he could no longer restrain himself from the desire that had taken over his body. He laid her body down in the bed and laid himself next to her, hands desperate to please her. Alongside her, he began to unbutton the shirt kissing the space between her breasts. She sighed in utter pleasure. 

  He had awakened her. The person she thought no longer existed began to surface because of him. She felt the commanding force of her spirit swell and erupt because of him. She was now the creature that he had so many years ago helped her to become. She wanted him and would take no refusal.

  Her hand stretched over her head and laid her fingers on a material that felt much like nylon. She looked over her head as he kissed her stomach to find the tie downs within her reach.  She forcefully pushed him onto his back and lay on top of him, kissing his neck while her hands searched for the would- be restraints. 

  She didn't ask. She didn't have to. She pulled his arms over his head and secured one tie down to the anchor and followed by placing his wrist in a loop fashioned from the strap. The other arm was restrained in a similar manner. His arms were now tied over his head and laid waiting in absolute need of her. 

  "You could always make me into this," she said to him and her hands slid down his torso.  Her fingers expertly grazed the formed bulge near his pocket. 

  "If you don't untie me, I won't be held responsible for what I will do to you if I break free." His eyes burned with heat in the misty lighting. 

  "Really," she coyly asked. "I think I would quite enjoy that." 

  She bent over his mouth and leaned as if to kiss him. As he reached to meet her, she pulled away ever so slightly. A teasing smile broke across her face. "I love that the teacher is now the student."  

  She straddled him and kneaded his chest with her hands. "Have you ever watched a women masturbate in front of you?"

  His voice was lost in his throat, "No," he managed to croak. In his mind, he had pictured it a million times. A show that would be just for him, but he never dreamed that someone would be as willing or daring to try. 

  She elongated into a tall kneel and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She sat and pulled off her boots before removing her clothes from the waist down. She unbuttoned the white shirt and unclasped the front hook of her bra. Her breasts spilled forward from the cups. She crossed her arms over each other and fondled herself.  "I wish it was your teeth pinching," as she pinched her nipples between her fingers. 

  Fire. That's the only way he could explain it to himself.  He burned inside for her. He was desperate to touch her and feel her against his skin. He watched as she leaned back and gave him a view of her wet lips.  She lay on his legs on her back. Her knees bent and fallen slightly open, he could see her. Her hand began to feel for the nub he wished was on his tongue.  

  It was her, but not her. This woman was brazen and wonderfully uninhibited.  She was the extension of the girl he had deflowered. She was curious then...naively so...but always ready and willing to please him. She was lost in her own pleasure. It was intoxicating to see her so lost within herself. Her fingers deftly touched and stroked the areas that brought her closer to orgasm.  He watched intently, as her pussy became shiny in the light. 

She quickly changed rhythms and her breathing became shallow. She wouldn't last much longer. Her eyes closed as if to focus. Quick shorts breaths escaped her lips as she neared her climax.  Before she could finish, her hand was suddenly seized and she was forcefully pulled up into sitting. He quickly sat up to meet her and planted his mouth to hers. She fought to remain in control but he had become unleased. 

With his one free arm, he hugged her around the torso and quickly flipped her onto her back. The force of the movement had caused a thud against the lining of the bed.  He kneeled over her chest pinning her arms against her body while he removed the second restraint and placed the loop over her wrist. 

"I'm sorry to have interrupted you," he politely started, "but I suddenly feel very bossy." He had ended his thought with a tone that suggested dominance.  He had every intention on keeping his promise to her about what he would do if he broke free from his bondage.

She began to struggle beneath him but his legs were like vice grips against her arms.  His breathing was hungry but calculated. Without warning, he flipped her on to her stomach and pulled her arms behind her back. The nylon straps found themselves being wrapped around her wrists. 

"Get onto your knees," he ordered.  He helped her transition into a tall kneel. Her eyes were suddenly obscured by cloth. She was still like a statue and naked from the waist down. She felt him jump off the bed of the pickup and heard the door of open and close. The next sensation was that of her being covered by a blanket and lifted out of the bed of the truck and into the cab. "We'll be going for a little ride," he announced. The engine roared with ignition and her heart pounded with fear.

The ride wasn't that long and he didn't utter a word or turn on the radio. She only heard the automatic transmission shifting along the drive. Was it 5, 10, maybe 15 minutes? She had no concept of time. She heard the slowing of the engine and felt a turn. Slow downward grade and the engine was shut off. Where were they?

She heard him exit the truck and she waited for him. Her arms were beginning to fall asleep from the awkward position she had maintained throughout the drive. Her door opened and still without a sound, he lifted her onto the ground and led her.

She could hear the rustling of leaves in a breeze.  The smell of decaying leaves on the ground reached her nose. They were in a wooded area somewhere. She heard the jingle of keys and a lock being turned. The creak of a wooden door announced the arrival to their destination. 

It smelled of dust. A cabin? A shed? She heard the strike of a match and the smell of kerosene. She was suddenly cognizant of the fact that she was almost nude and still wrapped in a blanket. She felt the blanket being removed and laid across a wooden floor. 

"On your knees," came his voice. She did as she was told and her reward was having the nylon straps removed from her wrist. Her arms tingled as the circulation returned to her wrists. 

She had expected a hard surface underneath her knees but instead felt something like a thin foam mattress. She felt a shove which knocked her off balance onto her back side and a hand that pressed her toward the floor.  She heard a zipper being undone. 

He was on her, over her and covered her. She reached for her blindfold and felt his strong hand push hers down and heard him say, "Leave it." His fingers reached for the inside of her thighs. She felt his hair drag across her belly as his face made its way down between her legs. She shivered with the anticipation of his tongue on her. A yelp escaped her lips as the expected sensation gave way to shock as she felt his teeth clamped on the flesh of her right inner thigh. His teeth did not let go, but she felt the sensation of his tongue flicking the center of his bite. Oh, god! What beautiful agony!

By the motion of his arm, she could tell that he had been stroking himself.  The relief of him inside her was coming, she thought. She felt herself being pulled up into sitting and heard him say, "Open your mouth."

She parted her lips and felt him shove his cock inside her mouth. She nearly gagged as the movement caught her off guard but she adjusted and felt her jaw relax as he began fucking her mouth. 

"Take it," he instructed. She wasn't sure if he was asking her to take his cock in her hand of if he was demeaning her. So she opted for taking his warm dick in her hand and would gladly suck him off.  It had been the correct action and he placed his hands on the back of her head as she slid her mouth repeatedly over his cock. 

He was in complete control.  He was throbbing and hard in her mouth but not a hint that he was ready to end this experience. He pulled himself from her mouth and stated, "I think that deserves a reward." He put his mouth to hers and felt his tongue envelope hers.  She was lost in him and as she was kissing him and thinking that he would certainly end her want she heard the creak of the door. 

The wind opened the door? No. She heard footsteps on the floor. He pulled away from her face and explained, "We have company." 

Her heart pounded? "What?" she heard herself say.  The footsteps neared and she felt someone kneel next to her. 

She felt a finger trace down the side of her face to her breasts.  "Nice," came a male's voice. 

Her voice trembled, "Who are you?"

"You'll be ok. Better than ok, actually. But if you need a name, you can call me Keith" 

A familiar kiss eased her anxiety. "It will be ok," Craig whispered as he gently bit her lip.

She nodded as if in a daze. What was about to happen? She was laid down on to her stomach and felt two pairs of hands begin to rub her back. The circular motion of the massage caused tingling to begin on her skin. She quickly discerned Keith's hands. They were unfamiliar on her skin and were not as strong as Craig's. 

The soft massage gave way to lustful strokes between her thighs and yet neither one would touch the area she was aching to have hands on. She was turned over on to her back and the strange new sensation of Keith biting her neck caused a gasp deep in her throat.  

She felt her body being lifted as if onto a table and arranged in a "crucifix" position. She felt the course fibers of the rope being tightly wound around her wrists. She knew that she would not be in control and she found it strangely erotic. 

"Tonight you are our whore," Craig informed her. "Keith gets to start."

She felt the blindfold being removed from her eyes.  Keith began at the top at her lips. He didn't kiss her. He inhaled deeply as he trailed his nose down to her torso. He took in her scent as if to divine her points of weakness. He paused at her shivering belly and licked her navel. She felt his hands go to her tits and squeezed firmly. He lingered at her navel and licked her as if to show her what he would do to her pussy. 

A quiet moan escaped from her as he placed his hand on her right tit. She then felt Craig's mouth on hers from above her head. He coiled his tongue against hers and found it generously rewarded. She suddenly let go as she felt Keith between her legs. He took his time circling her clit and tasting her before he clamped to her. His tongue caressing her, she heard Craig say, "Be careful. We want this drawn out a bit. She'll go quickly that way." She felt Keith slow his pace and felt Craig's hand caress the side of her face.

   "We're in no hurry," Keith finished. 

She felt Craig pull her to the edge of the table and her head hung off the edge. She felt his hands go to her tits and heard him say, "Open your mouth." She did as she was told and she felt him slide in again. He fucked her mouth in standing while his hands kneaded her tits. 

  Keith had spread her legs and pushed her knees toward her chest and let them fall out. He tickled her clit with his fingers and eventually pushed two into her pussy. She cried out with the sensation and Craig covered her noise by filling her mouth with his cock.  Again, she felt him swell and knew he was getting close, but he groaned with self discipline and pulled himself out of her mouth. 

Craig walked away from them and she watched to see what he might do. In a gym bag, he pulled out what looked like a vibrating dildo and handed it to Keith. He then pulled something that looked like a 6 inch rod made of glass. Her knees still open and bent, Keith neared with the dildo and kissed her as he pushed it into her pussy. The clit stimulating nub vibrated against her. She was so close...she could hear her juices being pushed back into her with the dildo when she felt Craig gently push open her ass cheeks and gently pushed a pre-lubed crystal into her asshole. 

It was torture. These two men knew exactly how to tease without release. Keith pulled the rabbit away from her if she got too close. Craig would stop the pumping of the crystal as well. She was sweating from the heat. And they knew they owned her. Craig then pulled her to the edge of the table. His hot, swollen cock about to impale her and Keith walked around the table near her head. 

  Craig entered her. She was so wet. She couldn't say anything because Keith was standing over her face with his own swollen member in his hand. Craig pumped and slowed when she got too close. Keith did not take his face away from the cock that plunged into her, and he began rock on the balls of his feet as his jacking became quicker.  The yell pierced the air as she came with such violence that he thought she might fall off the table.

  Her orgasm pleased them, but Craig wanted one more thing.  He wanted her sweet ass. He pulled out of her pussy and gently lubed her before pushing into her asshole.  Her eyes close as he eased his entire length into her. The strokes became shorter and harder as did Keith's. He pulled himself from her ass and unloaded his cum onto her stomach, pussy and as far up as her tits. Keith watched as he rubbed cum into her navel and then he blew his own wad onto her face. Craig pushed his cum covered fingers into her mouth as Keith squirted the last of his load into her mouth. She sucked Craig's fingers while lying with her face covered with Keith's juices.

They sat her up on the table, carried her onto the makeshift bed and Craig said to her, "Make sure to get some rest. The appetizer was good but nothing compared to what's coming in the main course..." 

October Assault



This is another fictional story, in as much as it didn't happen to me. It is based on the facts relayed to me by a friend, and I have taken some liberties in the telling. I hope you like it, "Amy!" (BTW: my friend ended up with doing post-graduate work with one of the males in this story, and they still see each other occasionally, though she is now married. 

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Amy rolled her battered Corolla to the curb and looked at the apartment building. It was old, nestled under a canopy of oaks, but not without a certain charm. "Well, I guess this is home," she muttered, glad to be on her own after 18 years of living under her parents' roof. College! The great liberator! She laughed at her own naivete'. 

Dianne pulled the borrowed F-250 in behind her, nudging her bumper. "Sorry," she yelled. Dianne was a freshman, too; a kind of clutzy, second-term science major, whom Amy had met while signing up for classes two weeks ago. They hit it off right away, and Diane volunteered to help her move in, since she was already settled. Good thing, Amy thought - it was either that or ask her father to drive up and help ... and that was not going to happen! Diane had begged her boyfriend for his truck, a hulking, rusty behemoth with oversized knobby tires and a rebel flag across the back window, but it had been up to the girls to load and unload it. He was laid up with a broken foot. 

"Hey, this isn't bad," Diane said, looking toward the building. "It's got a kind of middle-class retiree feel to it, but hopefully it's clean..." She laughed. Amy had to agree, but the rent was reasonable enough, especially for a college town. 

"C'mon, let's get this over with." Amy pulled the tailgate down and grabbed her little Swiffer, a must-have for any college student, then headed for the apartment. It was ground-floor, also a plus. 

They had gotten most of the small stuff into the building when the two guys showed up. They looked older than either of the girls by a couple of years. Both were casually dressed in shorts and t-shirts, and looked like they'd been working out. They were attractive, both of them. The blonde one extended his hand toward Amy. "I'm Brian," he said. "You must be Amy." She was surprised. She hadn't met him before. He was beach-boy blonde enough and muscular enough that she should have remembered that, she mused. "I'm the building super," he explained. "Well, that and the maintenance man, the postman, the rent collector, and the guy who keeps track of who's moving in and who's moving out." He smiled, and Amy noticed his white teeth. And a hunk, she thought, as she shook his hand. 

His friend, who was already chatting Dianne up, introduced himself to the girls as Jack. They all shook hands. Jack was, if anything, even better looking than Brian, tall and thick-chested, with black hair and piercing blue eyes. He set his paper Starbucks cup down and asked, "Can we give you a hand moving in?"

"Wow, thanks," Amy said, grateful for the help getting the bureau and bedframe off the truck, and perhaps more than a little anxious to watch all those muscles get put to work. She glanced at Dianne, who gave her a wink. 

"Paydirt!" Diane sang, in a falsetto voice, and high-fived Amy when they guys weren't looking.

After the truck was unloaded and the furniture situated, Brian went back to his apartment and returned with a 12-pack of beer. "House-warming gift," he said, handing Amy a cold one. She didn't drink, normally, but it felt good in her hand. They were all sweaty. A toast was made. "To many happy days ... and especially nights, in Amy's new abode," Brian joked. Dianne said, "Here, here!" a little too loudly, prompting more laughter.

By the time dusk came, the four of them were still sitting around Amy's un-decorated, rapidly darkening living room, talking about their lives to that point and drinking now-warm beer. Dianne had been teasing her new friend shamelessly with her little comments about Amy's being single, and how lonely it must be for a girl on her own. Amy liked the attention. At one point, they let the guys talk them into kissing each other on a dare, and Amy had to admit she enjoyed that, too. Now Dianne was leaning into Jack, and Brian's arm had found its way around her shoulder. She thought about kissing him. She wondered how those lips would feel on hers, but she wasn't quite drunk enough to initiate anything, and he seemed hesitant, as well. 

When Brian and Jack went upstairs to unlock the electrical box, Dianne walked unsteadily over to Amy. "Omigod, Amy!" She slurred her words. "Do you believe these guys? I'm in fucking love!" The mousy blonde's nipples were very prominent beneath her thin top. Neither girl was wearing a bra, and she was sure the guys had noticed, early on.

She laughed at Dianne. "Easy, sister," she teased. "What about the boyfriend back at your apartment? The one with the broken hand?" 

Diane laughed loudly. "Who? Oh, 'whats-his-name?'" She pfffffttttted, sending a plume of beer-laced spittle into the air. "Hell, baby, he's laid up. Damaged goods! Jack's in perfect shape! And I mean. perfect!"

Amy had to agree. Brian was no slouch, either, but the little voice in her head kept saying that she didn't really know either of them that well yet. She was infatuated, for sure, and horny as hell, but she knew better than to be taking any guy at face value. She tried to tell Dianne that, but her friend was too far gone. Now Amy started to long for the peace and quiet of her own place. The light in the little kitchen came on. 

"You're in business," Brian said as he came through the door. He resumed his seat on the floor next to Amy, and took a long swig of his beer. 

"Where's Jack?" Dianne sounded disappointed. 

"Oh, he'll be along in a while," Brian said. "He went out for more beer." 

The little voice sounded off in Amy's head again, the one that sounded just like her mother. Reluctantly, she decided she'd better put a stop to this, now. She had her first class early tomorrow, and didn't want to end up hung over in the morning. 

"Oh. Well..." she said. "Dianne, don't you have to get Ol' 'what's-his-name's' truck back to him?" she prompted. Amy hoped she'd take the hint, or at least notice that it was getting late.

Surprisingly, Diane got it. "Oh, crap!" she said suddenly. "You're right. Steve's gonna kill me!" Reluctantly, she grabbed her beer and walked to the sink, where she poured the rest of it out. Then she gazed wistfully at Brian and asked him to tell Jack she was sorry.

Amy walked her to the truck, whispering "Well, at least you remembered Steve's name!" 

Diane laughed. Then she looked over her shoulder at my building. "Yeah, I'll bet you won't forget his name, either," she teased. "You know, I think you just want both of them for yourself!"

"Oh, please!" Amy laughed and called her a slut, then waited while she maneuvered the big truck out into the street. She waved a goodbye and told Diane to drive safely. As she returned to her apartment, she directed her thoughts toward her guest. How do I get rid of Brian gracefully? she pondered. She really needed to call her mom and then get her bed made up to sleep in. It had been a long day. 

As expected, Brian was still sitting on the floor when she returned, but he stood up as she set about picking up Jack and Dianne's discarded cans from their side of the room. "Well, I guess I'll have to throw you out," she joked. "I really need to get some sleep."

"So soon?" His voice had a definite edge to it, and Amy wondered briefly if it came from disappointment or anger. He warned, "Jack's gonna be pretty upset, you know. He wanted for us to keep the party going." 

Amy turned to him, suddenly serious. "Listen, Brian," she said, "I really appreciate you guys helping out, but it's late. Can I look you up tomorrow after classes?" She walked over and dropped a handful of cans into the paper sack that would serve as her trashbin until she got one, then turned back to gather up the others. Brian was standing directly behind her as she turned, and she almost walked into him. 

"Just like that," he whispered, taking her forearms in each of his hands. 

His voice was tense, too tense. Amy looked up into his eyes. There was no mistaking the desire there. She felt it, too, to be honest, but it was too soon. He was gripping her arms with his hands, his foot between hers, so close that she could feel the powerful heat of his body. 

"Bria..." Then his mouth was on hers and they were kissing, and it wasn't upleasant, even though he still had her arms pinned to her sides. He was a great kisser. She relaxed slightly as his tongue touched her lips, and she felt his grip on her forearms loosen. I could melt into him, she thought, as their kiss lingered. Let him take me away for a night... It would have been so easy.

Then her reason returned, and she pulled back, breaking the kiss. She frowned at him. "Brian, I really, really am sorry, but this is a little too soon," she told him. His face fell, and she could see the disappointment there. He probably thinks I'm nothing but a tease, she thought. 

Jack returned at that moment. "Hey, where's the party?" he asked in a jovial voice. Then he noticed Amy and Brian, in their weird embrace. "Oh," he said. "Looks like my date cut out. I guess the party's over, huh?" 

Amy started to pull away, but Brian's grip on her forearms tightened again. He looked over at Jack, grinned, and said, "No, no. Not at all." Then he looked at Amy as he said, "That other bitch left, but Amy's in the mood. Aren't you, babe?" There was definite malice in his words, and she didn't like the sudden turn this was taking. She again tried to back away from him, but he wouldn't let her. Instead, he pulled her into his embrace again, and this time he forced his lips against hers. 

Amy turned her face, but he turned with her, and pasted his lips against hers. Forcing her head back with his, she was throw off balance. He held her there, bent backwards, and kissed Amy intently while she struggled to pull her arms free. Then Jack was behind her, and any help she might have imagined from him dissolved when his hands went to her breasts. 

"Mmmmmm, nice tits," he said, as he groped at them through her tank top. "I've been wanting to see these all afternoon." His hands yanked the hem of her top upward, baring Amy's breasts as she groaned and tried to free herself from Brian's commanding grasp. 

By the time Brian's mouth left hers, she had started to cry. She was scared. "Brian, please," she begged as they lowered her to the floor, "Not like this." Neither man spoke. Brian positioned himself atop the writhing girl, his knees forcing her own apart, as Jack held her wrists above her head. He then ripped at the neckline of Amy's flimsy top, tearing it most of the rest of the way off before reaching for the snap of her shorts. She tried to kick, but his weight was too much for her, and with a couple of tugs, her shorts and panties were around her thighs. 

"Now let's see what this pussy feels like," Brian grated, as Jack held Amy's arms out straight above her and put his weight on her wrists. She felt like a butterfly pinned to a board, naked and vulnerable. Brian tugged her shorts down past her knees, then put his own knees on them, trapping her legs. His fingers worked their way roughly between the lips of her pussy and inside her. It hurt. "This little piggy's wet," he said teasingly, and Amy knew it was true. She could hear the sounds his fingers made inside her, and cursed herself for the secretions he'd discovered.

Amy strained uselessly against the two of them as Brian's fingers left her pussy and he settled his weight over her. And then, with one savage thrust, she was impaled on his throbbing cock. She screamed. Jack's hand went to her mouth. Amy heard his voice above her asking tensely, "Is it tight?" as if it wasn't her there; just her pussy.

Brian groaned, then answered. "Tight as hell." 

He thrust again. She could feel the thickness of his cock, and tried to clench herself closed to him. He was boring into her, opening her. Stealing my dignity, she thought for one self-important moment. In reality, she knew better. She was wet inside; sloppy wet. Her own body refused to support the lie her mind was telling her. Now, as he began to pound in and out of her, she gave in and let herself go away, to a fantasy she'd had for years. 

Amy had dreamed about being taken forcibly many times. It was a recurring source of pleasure, and thoughts of her submission provided the boost she sometimes needed when she masturbated. Now it was really happening, and she found herself giving into the fantasy turned reality, willingly. The apartment seemed full of the wet sounds of their sex, and it turned her on. Brian was talking, telling Jack what a tight piece of ass she was and how much he loved feeling her pussy wrapped around his cock. He called her a slut and a tease. He told Amy how he loved her little titties. And with every degrading word, she was drawing closer and closer to a climax. 

When she fell over that abyss, Brian knew it. He yelled, "Goddam! She's cumming! Oh fuck, yeah!" He renewed his thrusting as Amy's cunt gripped and caressed his cock, and it wasn't many strokes before he groaned and began to shoot his load deep inside her. She came again, and then again, crying out into the palm of Jack's hand. 

When Jack released her wrists, Amy clutched at Brian possessively, pulling him tightly into her. He laughed and shoved her back against the floor, then pulled from her and rose to his knees.

"Your turn, buddy," he said casually, and Jack scrambled to position himself between the girl's thighs before she began to fight again. He needn't have worried. Amy wanted him, too. She wrapped her ankles behind his knees as he settled over her, and when he entered her, Amy sighed with the pleasure of his cock. 

"Oh, fuck yeah," he groaned. His big balls slapped against her ass as she hiked her hips upward, taking him as deeply as she could. Glancing upward at Brian, Amy saw his slimy cock hanging over her face, still half-hard and dripping with their combined juices. He was smiling, watching Jack's hips as he thrust into the girl. If he had knelt over her, she would have taken his cock in her mouth and cleaned it of cum. She was that aroused.

Jack was even thicker than Brian, and his cock was longer. It filled Amy in a way no boy ever had, and she groaned with a combination of pleasure and pain. He stroked smoothly, long full strokes that brought him nearly out of her, and then deep inside again. His cock head nudged her cervix with every stroke, making her gasp each time it did. Amy's nails found his back beneath his shirt, and she dug them into his skin. He didn't seem to notice, he was so deeply embedded in her belly. 

"Good pussy, right?" It was Brian. Amy opened her eyes again to see him stroking himself hard, and at that moment she started to cum again. Knowing that Brian was going to fuck her again as soon as Jack had planted his seed alongside his, drove her lust to new heights. She wanted to be fucked all night long. If this was going to be the start to her college days, she was ready to plunge in, head-first! 

Tiring of the missionary position, Jack pushed Amy back against the floor with his big hands and grabbed her around the waist. With her ankles locked around his own waist, he rose up, until the only thing touching the floor was the top of the girl's head. Her tank top hung in tatters around her neck as he held her there, his cock buried deep inside her. Amy flailed at the floor with both hands. Jack growled like a bear; a gutteral claim of ownership, as Brian urged him on. Then, holding onto her hips, he fucked her like a porn star, while she tried to protect her head from being split open on the floor.

By the time Jack came, Amy was dizzy from the pressure of the blood in her head. She could feel his load coating her urethra and sliding deep inside her. Her legs gave out, then, and she slid to the floor, her pussy grasping uselessly at his still-spurting cock. 

Now it would be Brian's turn again. Amy smiled wanly up at him.

Around two A.M. they were finished with her, but lingered long enough to pour a can of beer over her face to wake her up. The refrigerator had been working; the beer was now frigid. Amy sat up, gasping. She watched them as they dressed, and couldn't believe it was her voice asking, "Ar... are you coming back?" She had been on her back on the bare mattress for the last hour, her ass in a pool of their fluids.

Brian walked over to her and stared down, then nodded. 

"Oh, yeah," he said softly, "Every day. And maybe we'll see to that little friend of yours next time, too." Then he laughed, and out they went, without even looking back at her.

Amy lay back on the mattress, smiling dreamily, anticipating.



October River Walk



Old River Walk.

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Friday.

Here again at this time of night with these same noisy, drunken fools. Why at 11pm every Friday night do I find myself sitting at this same stupid, crowded horrid little table with a the same damp beer mat covered bar jutting in to the back of my head? Three pints down and straining over the alcoholic hubbub to hear Steve telling me about the Hammers chance for glory this season. Steve has never played football and doesn't know anything more than what he gets off the telly. I can't stand football chat but nevertheless I sit with my plastic smile and mild mockney accent listening to my boss waxing lyrical. At least we are not talking programming, I think Steve knows less about his second favorite topic of C standards than he does about football which is a shame because we are both professional programmers. 

"Gotta go", I mouth across the table, tapping my watch as an afterthought as if to intercept any incoming protests. It was sort of true, if I missed the next train then I would find myself on the last one. The last one of a Friday night is essentially a moving cage of drunks, suddenly deprived of the diversion of holding a bottle to their lips and faced with a choice of either general social abuse or entry into the first stages of the hangover. Neither are pretty, you don't want to get the last train.  

I push myself up from the table and turn towards the door, gaining a wet sleeve in the process as I steady myself with the bar. A portly guy leaning against the door staggers out of my way to let me past. He seems cheerful and red faced in spite of apparently having poured a pint of something brown over his Italian cotton piqued shirt. Really, a bib would have been a better choice.

As my footsteps hit the cobbles outside the pub, a sobering draft of cold London air hits my face. Suddenly the world feels a little bit better, the noise has gone and this little bit of Finch lane is as it has been for hundreds of years; cold, hard, a little damp but seemingly tolerant of those who pass through it. A beautiful little stroll past the Bank of England for a few moments and I find myself descending deep into the earth to find my way to the deepest part of the station from which my train will depart. There is a tiny queue by the lifts but the spin down the almost spiral stairs with sprightly dodges to avoid the little pools of vomit and general rubbish left by the last travelers is a marvelous treat.

The train seems pretty deserted and is leaving almost immediately, excellent. I pop in my IPod and stare at the black reflective window until we pop out of the ground and the panorama of East London starts to unfold. Not long at all until I am above ground and walking away from the lights of the station down towards the river path. I have taken this route more and more since Stephanie left. She used to hate it late at night, especially after I was mugged that one time. For me, I much prefer the mildly uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I take the very old, very dark, exposed path by the river to the alternative choice of the well-lit but scummy little road with its parade of hooligan pubs and fast food joints. 

The path is well cobbled, a few meters wide flanked by a guard rail to stop accidental river access on one side and a very high spiked fence on the other. Nobody else comes this way and it is an ill-advised route so I take it.

It is turning into a rotten night, there is light drizzle as I get to the waters edge. The top of the black iron railing stopping unwary travelers toppling into the fast moving muddy Thames is sodden and I take delight in whipping my hand along it as the band in my head and I change key. I am getting wet rapidly but home and a nice pot of tea are not far away. 

Looking across the river on clear nights you can see the sky-scrapers reaching up to the clouds, constantly illuminated up with all sorts Banking adverts. I often wonder if someone is really doing a decent costing of the amount of extra custom these guys get compared to the amount they burn in electricity 24/7. I have a sneaky feeling it is the same sort of money that buys Italian cotton double-cuffed bibs. However tonight is not a clear night and I can't see anything, not even a faint glow, that is pretty rare actually. 

Damn London river fog. Fight the creeping feelings. Why am I still here in this job? I was excellent at math at school, why am I working in a shitty computing job? 

Pay the rent is the answer. Why didn't I travel, I did when I was younger, I even spent a year in Spain, why am I in the rain alone still in London? 

I kicked a stupid rock that bounced down the path, enveloped itself in the fog and then made a clang as it hit the river railing. Shit, alone in the fog, middle of the night next to the river, ah crap. 

The self deprecating thoughts were getting rapidly chased out by the more sinister memories of getting mugged not far from here. Slammed against the stone cobbles from behind, the bang loud inside my head as my skull hit the ground. The freezing steel of the blade pressed under my ear against my neck and the vicious winding punch that drove into my rib, delivered by the same fist that then pulled my wallet out of my pocket. 

My IPod stopped, out of juice or wet, I don't know. Either way it left me all alone in the eerie foggy darkness with just my thoughts tumbling around me.

I shuddered as I walked, pushing the thoughts out as best I could. The grey green fog now really coming in quickly, starting to obscure even my feet was not helping. I could no longer see the path in front of me at all and would have been utterly adrift save for the railing which I knew ran almost all the way home. 

Every now and then something in the river moved or splashed. In the dearth of vision my other senses heightened and so each bump shot nerves down my back and added a little sweat to my already soaked palms. Little noises from the river, probably birds but also things floating with the tide, jostling each other in the current. 

Don't think of the barges. Don't think of the barges. Every year many tens of people drown in the Thames. Most are drunk and either fall or dive in, not realizing the power of the deep water flow. For others, it is serves as a somewhat romantic method of removing oneself from the rat-race. Many are washed out into the Channel, but even more are trapped by the barges. Ancient creaking steel monoliths anchored in the side stream, serving to catch whatever detritus London drops into the murky drift. A swimmers nightmare, the currents towards the inflows increase and funnel and the underwater filters prevent even large fishes escaping. 

Stop thinking, stop thinking, stop winding yourself up, drunken twit. I resolved to stride forwards into the gloom, one hand tightly gripping the icy railing as I heard a sob.

A cry.

Fuck Fuck Fuck. No, I didn't hear it, I can't have, not here, not tonight, I told myself, my heart pounding in my chest. Then, again, as if for clarification, louder this time came another sob. I saw her, a long black figure emerging out of the rolling fog. She was sitting on the steps down to the river that mark the access to the beach and the half-way point of the trip along the path. Ideally I wanted to pass on by but the guide railing along which my hand had been running came to a brief gap, filled by her body. 

I am not a brave or particularly generous soul and in London, as with other big cities, it doesn't pay to be one. The general rule is that you don't get involved if it doesn't concern you. I hoped to pass behind her as if I had never been there but as I grew close the vision with which I was presented slowed my pace until I was at a standstill, transfixed and gripping the last piece of iron.

She was young, no more than 30 I guessed. Long, straight, jet-black hair swept back over cream shoulders, tumbling down the back of a long, full-length ball gown. Her face white, almost as alabaster, but punctuated with dark eyes and full, apparently black lips. She was tall and slim but not thin, her body stretching down to delicate polished shoes that rested several steps below. Her arms, exposed from the shoulder down crossed in front of her as she peered out over the invisible expanse of water.

"Hey", I stammered which came out somewhere between a word and a clearing of my throat but did indeed serve to announce my presence. 

She didn't start but did turn quickly to face me. Touching her eyes, she looked up at me and smiled, "Hi". An accent, but I don't know what. 

"Are you ok", I asked, looking down at her flawless oval face, peering into her dark eyes. 

"Yes, fine thank you. I am enjoying the night". Eastern European I think or maybe Scandinavian?

"Ok", I responded, as she turned back to the river. 

Not knowing what to do, I started to shuffle past behind her. Obviously she was cold, it was late and raining and even I was cold with my 3 layers of suit and coat. I wanted to say it but the adrenaline building inside me told me that I was going to stutter. 

"Are you not chilly?", I shot out as I rounded her. 

She looked up at me again and this time smiled up at me properly. "Why no, would you like to join me?" 

She was stunning; her soft, full lips parted just a fraction to reveal gleaming white teeth. I had to tear my eyes off her stunning mouth, only to fix them back into her gaze.

I took my coat off and draped it around her shoulders and moved to sit down on the stone step next to her. She giggled a beautiful silvery laugh, again showing brilliant white teeth, I don't know why I fixed on them. As I alighted next to her she shuffled close to me. 

"Have you come to save me dear knight?" 

"Yes, perhaps", I whispered. 

I looked down at her long legs, our bodies close but not quite touching. It did feel warmer down here, somehow the wind had died down and that drizzle had gone with it. Maybe we were in the shelter of the old college behind us or perhaps the alcohol and the beauty of the lady was dulling my senses, either way the tea could wait. 

She held out her hand, long, pale and delicate. As I took it, I was hit by an electric excitement. I gently grasped her freezing cold fingers and said "Chris, how do you do?"

"Mircala" she responded, "enchantee", her eyes dancing with fire held me transfixed. She shuffled yet closer to me so that now our bodies touched. Everywhere we made contact, her skin was as soft as snow and just as cold.

I think we made small talk but I really don't remember well. What I do remember was admiring her face as she talked, the way it morphed through expressions and how it lit up as she smiled. The rise and fall of her chest as she breathed and spoke, the beauty of the curve of her bust, the way her nipples jutted through the fabric of her dress and the silky smooth plunge down from her neckline. My hand certainly smoothed up from her hips around her delicate waist and gently cupped her bosom in my palms as they passed. I think she smiled and purred but maybe I am filling memories with fantasy. 

We sat by the river, quietly whispering to each other until the first signs of light started to appear in the distant sky, that far I remember. I remember leaning in close in eager anticipation of the first time I would graze those full, dark lips and then the ecstasy as we kissed and our fingers grasped the back of each others necks and ears. I remember her clean, slightly citrusy scent and the touch of her nose on my cheek through which emitted little sniffles and moans. I remember the hardness building in my silky work trousers as I ran my tongue over her front teeth, delving deeper into her soft mouth and the shock as it rounded her sharp eye-teeth. 

I think I remember drawing back, still holding her head in my hands and brushing my thumb down her cheek to the parting of her lips where I gently peeled back her top lip. Her front teeth beautiful and gleaming were flanked by almost animal like canines. She did not have fangs per say as they were not long but they were extremely pointed. "Like a moth to a flame", she giggled covering her mouth coquettishly. 

The next thing I remember was waking with my face on the cold stone in blistering sunshine as I was prodded by the broom of the guy who wheels a little bin along the pavement while sweeping the rubbish into the river. "Bank twat" he stared down at me as the full force of my hangover hit me. He jabbed me with his smelly bristled broom. Thankfully home was not far away and I stumbled easily to my door.

*

Saturday.

I didn't see much of most of the next day. It started with a hangover and horrid blistery warm sun trying to creep through my curtains and eroded into a trashy horror-flick fest in the dark of my living room. By Saturday nightfall I was pretty much back to normal and happily busied myself cooking up a lump of fish having cried off another pint in the pub with the lads.

As the chubby bit of bream sizzled away, I took a cup of tea out onto my balcony and stared back down the river. Last night and the darkened stumble home seemed distant now the weather had cleared up. I can see the path from my flat and could make out the spot that I had wasted away a few hours with Mircala. 

My booze impaired memory of the evening was sketchy but little by little bits were coming back. I felt a spurt of excitement as I remembered kissing her but it was matched by a pang of frustration at not having exchanged any details. Jeez, I meet so few really nice girls and then one comes along and I pass out before working out who she is. Argh. 

The bream was done and I settled down to do my best internet-google stalking in front of the TV. After a few hours, I had simply drawn a blank but then I didn't have much to go on, just a weird name that maybe I had muddled up anyway.

The evening film finished just before midnight and I was turning in. As I shut the curtains and turned out the lights, I fancied that I heard a soft lilting voice drifting up and over my balcony. 

"Chrstopher.. oh Chrstopher...", it tinkled through the night air. A soft chiming call up to my window, surrounded by girly giggles.

"Christopher, are you coming out for me?" she cooed as I stepped out onto the wooden decking to look down onto the street.

There stood Mircala, a dark slender shadow under the street lamp. Her beautiful oval ivory face looking up at me and calling me.

My heart missed a beat as I grinned down. 

"Why don't you come up?", I called.

She shook her head, "no, I want to dance. Come out to me".

I mumbled an agreement and a promise to be down in a few minutes and stumbled back into the flat. I removed my fish-stained jogging pants and pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt in the blink of an eye. In a few more seconds I had on my special dancing trainers and a jacket and was out of the door.

I burst out of the front door to see her standing still, waiting for me, stunning in the moonlight. She had a tight silky blue cocktail dress on that finished just above her knee. Her hourglass silhouette was breathtaking in the half-light.

I stopped just short of her, "hey".

She beckoned me over and drew me into her, again the citrusy perfume tang and excited electricity through every bit of me that touched her.

Mircala led me up through a funny bit of town that I don't know very well. It is where civilisation stops for a little bit, giving way to an area filled with parks woods and long sloping drives up to fantastic, giant old houses.

It is all a bit of a whirl but I think I remember following her down into the basement of one of the mansions.

It was an incredible bar.

I couldn't believe it was so close to my place but yet I had never heard of it. Dark, with blue neon glows from the lavish cocktail bar ended in a two-tiered dance floor. A deep, low thunderous base rhythm filled every bit of me as we drifted down the last few steps into the warm interior. 

I gestured to Mircala, motioning towards the bar, quizzing to see what sort of drink she wanted. I saw her tip her head back in the flashing UV and laugh a no as she pulled me towards the dance floor. As she laughed I caught a glimpse of her super sharp eye teeth again and remembered back to our kiss from the night before. She quickly covered her hand over her mouth as she yanked me by the wrist onto the wooden sprung floor.

The vibrations of the base through my body and the gyrations of Mircala in front of me served to settle me into a half-eyes closed trance-like dance state. For a while there was nothing but the music and the girl attached to my hips and chest and face. I don't know how long we writhed in the sweaty crowd moving in unison but for a while time stood still for me as we locked as one into a single body.

I felt her hands snake up around the back of my head as she pulled me into her own nape. My cheek squashed against the back of her jaw, I kissed her flawless skin running up to the lobe of her ear. My hands pulling her close and running down the small of her back to her perfectly rounded bum, I held her tight, pressing my hardness against the risen mound between her hips. 

Mircala pushed herself hard against me, grinding roughly against the front of my jeans. She grasped the back of my neck hard and pulled me into her waiting lips. I felt her warm mouth against my shoulders and fell passionately into her as she ran her tongue up from my exposed shoulder over my neck, licking the salty sweat off me roughly as she did. Pressing against me I felt her exhale deeply in pleasure, almost growling as she teased my ear with the tip of her tongue.

Then she broke from me,

"enough"

she pulled me, her thin hands cuffed around my wrists, almost vice like, off the dance floor and out into the chilly night air. 

As we burst out into the street, she whirled and pushed me back against the damp Georgian brickwork. She kissed me deeply, her tongue snaking forcefully into my mouth, forcing mine back behind my teeth as she probed me. Her body pressing me hard against the wall, I could feel her hard nipples through my t-shirt and make out the opening line of her pussy as she ground against my hard member locked in my jeans. She kissed me hard and ferociously, pausing only to let me gasp breath every now and then. 

Then she screamed an aggressive, feline, animalistic growl and pulled me back off the wall and broke into a laugh, almost a cackle.

Mircala half dragged, half jogged with me back down towards my place, her intentions clear as she marched in front of me, giggling and panting as she went. We were at the front door to the block of my flats in what seemed like only minutes and as we got there, she again rammed me against it, kissing me hard and pulling my hips against herself.

"Well are you going to let me in?" she panted breaking the kiss, nipping at my chin. There was a quick flash of teeth and we both paused a moment. She allowed me to peel back her top lip to reveal her canines which appeared to have extended a little. She broke into a grin and in front of me her two eye teeth slid out of sheathes to at least a couple of centimeters longer than usual. They then slid back in a little but not all the way. I was dumbfounded.

Mircala giggled, "they do that when I get excited".

As I put the code into the outer door, all semblance of the meek, petite girl I had met by the river the night before had departed in lieu of the predatory sexual animal standing in behind me, starting to grip my shoulder and quake with little shivers of excitement.

As the lift opened to let us into the dull steel interior, Mircala pushed me from the back, turning me against the back wall, again letting out a little shriek of animalistic desire.

"I want you now. I can't wait" she panted. 




October River Walk



Shoving me against the back wall, she tore through my shirt, the buttons popping off and bouncing around the lift with little metallic pings. 

"Hey", I started to complain, wanting to make love to such a gorgeous creature but not wanting to get beaten up or have my clothes trashed doing it.

I had hit the button for 6 as we came in but she now slammed the stop button and the lift jarred and went silent.

She ignored my protests as I started to push back against her, ramming me twice as hard against the back wall, her strength completely shocking me as her lithe, slender body had not belied it.

My shirt open she pinned me with a hand on my chest and slid down my front onto her knees, her long, dark hair whipping round and caressing my bare stomach . A super fast, dexterous hand unclipped my belt and pulled it out of the rings, smashing it on the floor with a leathery slap. The same hand in an instant unclipped my jeans and pulled them in a swift move down to my ankles.

My cock burst out of the gap in my boxers and she grabbed it with her chilly free hand, immediately plunging it into her open mouth and sucking deeply.

There was a terrifying ferocity in her eyes as she looked up at me, a hand firmly gripped on the base of my dick, passing the head between her full lips and threading it straight between her front teeth, avoiding the sharp fangs on either side, still semi-extended. I was terrified and desperately wanted to escape but the incredible feeling of her soft warm sucking mouth and swirling soft tongue round my shaft meant that even if the opportunity to escape had presented itself, there was no way I could have taken it.

Mircala's head bobbed quickly backwards and forwards, each stroke seemingly trying to engulf me further, flying deep enough that her tongue lapped the bottom of my balls as she pushed down. Her spare hand left the base of my cock and shot between her legs. As it found its target, she let out a little squeaking growl, her front teeth biting down on my shaft, not enough to draw blood but enough to stop her head bobbing.

She rubbed herself furiously, my cock popped out of her mouth and she fell back against the door on her back. Completely out of control she rubbed and squeezed her clit, it popping out of a gorgeous little swollen pink shaved pussy that I saw for the first time and almost came with the sight as I did. As she came closer and closer her vigor increased and she screamed at me through clenched teeth to fuck her.

Almost every part of my body bade me to plunge my cock deep into her beautiful swollen pink pussy but the fury in her eyes and more the clenching and clamping of her deadly now fully extended fanged jaws kept back a tiny bit of self preservation. It was this last bit of the wish to live and some sort of sheer luck that drove me as the lift doors unexpectedly opened and spilled her out onto the carpeted floor behind her. In one, I vaulted her and sprinted down the corridor, pulling up my jeans as I sped to the front door of my flat.

I knew she was behind me, half running, half flying, screaming and growling banshee-like all the way down the passage. Had I hesitated for a moment as I unlocked the door then I knew her deadly teeth would be on me. My skin prickled in anticipation but I refused to look, preferring to concentrate on unlocking the door and escaping. I made it just in time, falling through my front door but not managing to slam it in time.

I think what happened next shocked us both equally. She, perhaps having not clicked the this was the real entrance to my flat and I, lying with undone jeans on my back on the carpet just inside my flat hallway as I looked up to see this fantastic demoness take a final leap towards my throat, fangs bared, lightening quick -- but then slam against some invisible barrier, as if I had a piece of perfect glass across my doorway.

She bounced and fell back into the corridor stunned. We both stopped in silence for a moment, dazed and looking at each other. I took a final glance at her beautiful thighs, revealed by her bunched skirt. She caught me for a moment and grasped the bottom of it, pulling it up, but I, in a final self preserving move refused to look at what she revealed as I chose instead to slam and lock the door.

We sat in silence for a few moments then I heard a soft girlish sobbing coming from the other side, all traces of venom gone from her pleads.

"Chris, please Chris. Chris, I love you."

"Chris, I know you want me."

"Chris, I am so hungry."

I went through into my bedroom and covered my ears with a pillow.

"Chris, I will come back for you."

"Chris, I know you will come back to me."

After a while, the sobs stopped, I don't know when, I just remember waking up the next day.

Glorious sun streamed in through the bedroom window and for the first time in years I was out of bed and to the Sunday Service without hesitation.

*

Sunday

Church was a little bit weird Sunday morning. You see, I am not religious so it was all a little bit awkward. I enjoyed the singing and the general chubby middle-class jollity nonetheless.

I have to admit to wandering the graveyard after the service was over, looking for Mircala, or anagrams thereof, Carmilla, Marcilla, Mirlaca. It was all a bit hammer-horrorish and I was starting to feel really really dumb, not to mention a little bit frustrated at having failed to score with the most beautiful and apparently horniest girl I had ever met. Needless to say, unsurprisingly I did not find any sort of freshly perturbed grave of my previous nights dance partner.

I dithered my way home in the sunshine, stopping at the shop to get some spaghetti Bolognese ingredients. Lots of garlic, but there's nothing silly about that surely ..no? Well, ok, the hot cross bun perhaps made its way in thanks to the little cross on the top so I was not entirely back to normal. 

The afternoon was beautiful, I spent it pottering in the days heat. Little by little unease remaining from the night before abated. Nonetheless as evening drew in I double-bolted my door, bubbled up my garlic and resolved to ignore any sexy girls passing on the street below. 

I sat for a few hours watching TV as darkness fell, the initial feeling of trepidation and excitement giving way to a mild lull of disappointment as Mircala failed to show up. To be honest, I had not really expected her to, having indeed left her weeping at my door the night before.

Then the tap came.

It was followed by a scrape down the balcony door.

I froze, I had made sure the front door was firmly locked but I had not even thought about the sliding door out to the balcony, which was wide open behind the curtain. I had not worried since it is 6 stories up from the street and the only access is though my flat.

I peeled back the curtain that was blocking the way to the open door, hearing her nails tap again on the glass. I was face to face with her again. Her high aquiline features were striking in the moonlight. We stood there in silence looking at each other and she broke a smile. A gorgeous, beautiful girlish smile, her thick, full lips cracked into a half grin. 

I stumbled back a few paces, my days rationalizations of the previous nights events were apparently smashed by the lady standing on a balcony 6 floors up on a London tower block.

"Oh don't be scared Chris", she purred, "I'm sorry I got carried away last night but I thought we could try again, I know you like me."

"Please may I come in?"

I instantly desperately wanted to give way and let her in, to grab hold of her and wrap my hand round her beautiful figure again. She wriggled a little bit like a cobra in the open doorway, slinking a slow S-shape with her hips. She appeared again to be stuck fast behind an invisible barrier, filling the balcony passage but not able to come into the room.

"I promise to control myself, I don't know what happened last night", she started. I listened to her, watching her gorgeous red lips seductively moving to convince me to let her in. I certainly wanted to be persuaded as I watched.

I felt myself being drawn in to her remonstrations until I cracked and got up from my perch on the edge of the sofa.

I still don't really know why I did it, a little bit in order to test her but probably honestly more to induce the reaction that I was sure was coming. 

I got up and went over to the kitchen surface in plain view of the door. I took a knife from the board upon which I had been chopping onions and pricked the end of my finger. A little ball of blood welled up.

Mircala went quiet and stood still transfixed at the door. She looked at me through prettily blinking eyes and gasped as she put her hand in front of her mouth as if ready to stifle a cough.

I approached the open door and as I got close she removed her hand and almost seemed to press her body flat against the invisible barrier. Her lips parted to reveal her elongated fangs and she emitted a breathy moan and she focused on my finger.

"Oh please, please" she swooned against the flat invisible barrier, mouth open tongue almost out begging me, her eyes closing in anticipation. I flicked the little drop of blood on the end of my finger to her lower lip, drawing my hand away lightening quick so she couldn't grab me. She let out a little involuntary scream as I did so and her pale skin suddenly flushed pink.

"Please Chris, please."

I was torn with desire but had not lost all sense of reason.

"Mircala, I would love you to come in but I just can't le.."

and with that she half fell in, half flew through the door.

She fell on me with a little shriek, pushing me back to sitting on the sofa and straddling me in one move.

"Oh you can't add clauses Christopher, It's not allowed", she smiled down at me, vicious teeth just denting her deep lips. " I won't hurt you but I do want to play with you".

I was stunned, terrified and shocked at the slip that had probably given my life away in one fell-swoop. That, however, didn't stop me wanting her with all of my body, especially my cock that was now rock solid.

Fixing me with her eyes, she slowly brought my pricked finger up to her lips, paused and kissed it. She smiled, parting her pretty lips, revealing her stunning white razor teeth. She popped my finger in and closed her luxurious lips around it. Her mouth warm and soft, she didn't bite down but proceeded to suck my finger hard, swirling her tongue around it. As she sucked she closed her eyes and started to gently rub her hips back and forth. Her dress had ridden up and I watched her slick silk black panties stroke up and down my rapidly hardening jeans-bound cock. Mircala seemed passionately lost in gently teasing out a few drips of blood from the end of my finger while I relaxed back into the sofa, the adrenaline from the shock of her entry abating to be replaced with the butterflies of sexual excitement.

She took my finger out and got off my lap. Keeping hold of the finger she led me out of the front room and back into my bedroom. Spinning around as we entered she shoved me gently back onto the bed.

As I lay back flat, she crawled up me, a flash of a cat slowly stalking up its prey, I fancied that I saw her lick her lips and clean the tips of her sharp teeth as she came. Lying down on top for me gently she kissed me deeply, her tongue pushing softly into my mouth. I kissed her back softly licking her teeth, trying to keep my tongue away from the pointed ones.

She broke the kiss and started down my body tracing kisses. Softly touching down my throat and collar and then pulling off my shirt. Mircala's kisses grew deeper as she worked down my chest, sucking little folds of skin into her luxurious mouth. 

As she bent down past my belly she stopped to remove the rest of my clothes and then stood up to pull off her dress in one movement. Dropping her panties to the floor she stood naked, tall, poised in my room. 

The sight of her was absolutely shocking, she was far and away the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, let alone tempted into this room. In the pale moonlight that filtered through my windows, I gazed down her long, white slender, dark hair framed neck to her ample breasts, gently curved up at the end with large hardened dark nipples. Her boobs gave way to a perfectly flat belly that ended in her slightly rounded hips centered with a beautifully smooth rounded pussy. Any resistance I had to her withered away in an instant as she once again crawled back up over me, her boobs hanging down, nipples gently teasing up my legs as she came towards me.

Mircala stopped at my now rock solid erection, pausing briefly as she opened her gorgeous mouth and took me in at once. It felt soft, wet and inviting as she slowly sucked down my shaft, I closed my eyes and rocked my head back against the pillow in ecstasy, trying not to gasp each time her lips touched the very base of my member. 

Looking back down, I watched her slowly, deliberately push all the way down me and then twist her way back up my length, wrapping her tongue around me as she did. Her eyes locked on mine, enjoying watching me watching her as she bobbed slowly. Every now and then she smiled a half-smile, showing me her extended teeth running either side of my cock.

She moaned as she sucked, starting to lose herself in the pleasure. Still focusing on my dick, she shuffled round so as to straddle me in a 69 position. I gazed up at her wonderfully rounded, perfectly smooth pussy. Propelling myself up a little bit, I ran my tongue slowly down the length of her slit and back up, not yet parting her but savoring the rub of her soft but firm outer lips. Pushing in gently, I slid my tongue between both sets of lips and repeated the long stroke, looping gently around her clit as I did. I felt her moan a guttural low note that resonated from inside her throat and through the head of my dick. Her movement stopped for a moment and I felt the base of my dick gripped lightly between sharp teeth and a sudden extra suction. The fear of knowing exactly where my dick lay only served to heighten my heady excitement.

Building into a rhythm I gradually increased the pace of my oral ministrations, licking into her soft warm slick interior, delighting in her sweet unusual scent. As I did so, I felt her suck me harder and pick up the pace of her ever-swirling tongue. My cock becoming absolutely rock-solid, I could feel myself starting to tense up. 

Mircala started to push and grind herself into my face, rubbing her slick smoothness up and down my chin and over my nose. I started to push two fingers inside her while rapidly spinning my tongue around her clit. She pushed back down hard on me. Drawing out my fingers, I saw a sudden little drop of blood appear on the one I had pricked earlier. Ignoring it, I pushed it back inside her and nipped again at her clit. As the finger went in, she screamed a little, letting my cock pop out of her drooling fanged mouth. Her pussy suddenly started to convulse as if experiencing an intense orgasm. I could see it actively sucking my finger in.

"Harder Harder More", she screamed, arching her back and ramming her clit against my lips.

I could feel her pussy almost milking my finger with little muscles rippling up and down it. Then I felt something hard brush against the end of my finger deep inside her pussy. My first guess was cervix or contraceptive implant but then as I ran my finger over it further I realized what it was, a tiny hard tooth. Then I felt another, opposing the first, just brushing on either side of my finger, then a third, fourth and I realized that Mircala had a whole other couple of rows of teeth, sheathed and covered deep in the folds of her pussy.

I pulled my fingers out and Mircala screeched.

"Put it back, put it back, don't stop, I won't bite you".

She fell back onto my dick, sucking me in hard. I arched back up into her, the pleasure tearing through my body as her mouth went down.

I returned the favor by sucking hard on to her clit and pushing my fingers back into her rippling pussy, feeling again her little inner sets of teeth.

With a final push of her clit over my chin, I felt her cum, the orgasm crashing through her body. With a breathy shout she half jumped, half flew off my face and span around to face me.

I looked up at her gorgeous face hovering just over mine, glowing down at me with an other-worldly ethereal beauty in the moonlight. She paused to pick up my finger that had been pricked. As she did so, I realized that it was bleeding freely and was covered in tiny lacerations. I clicked that her tiny inner teeth were clearly much sharper than I had known and had been gently bleeding me towards orgasm.

Mircala took my bloody finger into my mouth, almost as if to make it better but then moaning in pleasure. As she did she dropped her pussy smoothly down the length of my cock.

She rocked quickly up and down my shaft and I could feel the little constrictive muscles almost flying up and down my length, milking me hard into her.

In virtually no time at all, I felt myself harden. I tried to hold back to prolong the pleasure but try as I might as I started to come into her. As I did so, she pulled my finger out of her mouth, baring her catastrophically sharp row of fully extended unsheathed fangs. I felt her little inner rows of teeth press all along either side of my shaft.

I could do nothing but come as she pinned my shoulders down and bit hard into my throat, gulping and gurgling as my blood flowed freely down her throat. At the same time, the tiny inner teeth clamped down and her pussy drank from me in much the same way. Her entire body convulsed against me and kept on rippling and pumping certainly at least until I passed out.

It was a great way to go.

*

Today.

I am sitting by the river. It is a pretty dark foggy night with a little bit of drizzle. That doesn't bother me and more, I can't really focus on the damp or the cold now. All I feel is the hunger. 

I can hear voices coming towards me in the dark. They sound soft, warm, inviting --full of life. 

I am so very hungry. 



October Rust



It was a beautiful October day. The sun was shining and there was a cloudless blue hue in the sky.

We walked through the crackling leaves breathing in the crisp fall air. The trees were stark naked for the coming winter and a solitude Cardinal cried from a scraggly Pine answering the Blue Jay's scolding. I am enamored by the cold which always has a profound effect on my libido.

It was Saturday and we had decided to take a break from school for the day. Ross and Brad had invited me to accompany then on a impromptu hike into the wilderness surrounding the university campus.

Ross and Brad are good classmates of mine. We have chummed around since the beginning of the school year.

Ross is a Chemistry major, a big clumsy oaf with a heart of gold. Brad is the suave one. A handsome star player on the school's football team he fancies himself to be a lady's man.

We are dressed in blue jeans for our expedition into nature's playground. I am hardly a fashion plate in my hip-huggers and woolen sweater that Aunt Shirley had knitted for me. 

There was something intoxicating about the crisp clean air and the absence of civilization. I felt as if we had entered another world, one where "things" didn't matter and it was all about experiencing wonderful new sensations.

The guys were in a lighthearted mood and I honestly didn't believe they had any intent on seducing me and in fact it was I who initiated what was to follow. 

I was a good thousand yards ahead of the guys and out of their sight. Impulsively I pulled off Aunt Shirley's sweater and dropped it on the trail to be discovered by the guys when they came along.

With only my bra for cover my perky young breasts tighten up I the cool air.

Another five hundred feet I stepped out of my jeans. I giggled to myself picturing the guys when they found them

Next it was my bra and panties to go. The chilly air immediately stiffens my nipples as it caressed my naked body. I am a natural girl with a luxurious pelt of curly pubic hair covering my beaver.

I hasten my pace to maintain my lead on the guys who I imagine have come upon my discarded sweater by now. 

I never considered what I would do if I happen to meet someone while walking nude thought the woods. I imagined I would just have to act indifferent as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. 

Suddenly as I entered a small clearing confronting a doe deer startled me. No more than fifteen feet from me she stood with her big brown eyes locked on me. For an endless moment we stood frozen, two vulnerable free spirits alone in our world. Eventually she indifferently bounded off into the surrounding bushes not detecting any threat to her safety. 

Figured I better stop and wait for the guys to catch up. It was time for the showdown. I found a nice grassy glade and set myself down on the cold ground. I positioned myself so the guys would get an eyeful when they emerged from the bush.

Ross was the first to see me. He was looking right between my open legs.

"Holy crap!" he exclaimed eyes popping out of his head.

Brad was right behind his carrying the rest of my clothes.

It's about time." I greeted them, "I'm freezing!"

"We can see that." Brad said staring at my stiff nipples.

"Well, c'mon, get your duds off." I boldly ordered.

The guys looked at each other bewildered knowing they would be physically challenged in the cold air.

"Don't worry, I'll keep them warm for you." I promised. 

They gaze at my breasts, my belly and my own little furry forest. I envision their desires as they check out my cute little rounded ass. The temptation is too great.

Ross begins peeling off three layers of sweaters revealing his hairy chest. I watch mesmerized as he unfastens his belt and unbuttons his jeans. Slowly he tugs his jeans and shirt down together allowing his semi-aroused cock to flop out. I am impressed, he is wielding at least ten inches of grade "A" cockmeat.

Brad was not far behind Ross. He had already freed his erection from its denim prison. His cock was different than Ross's, not so long but with a pronounced curvature. Both appeared to be circumcised. 

I could see the guys were struggling against the frigid air. They were both stroking their members in a valiant attempt to maintain their size. I had promised to help them against the cold.

I do not have a lot to offer in the breast department but I invited Ross to shelter his cock in the valley between my 36B tits. I lay back in the grass and allowed him to straddle me. With his cock in place I squeezed my mounds together forming a warm sanctuary for his sensitive meat. Ross begin tit-fucking me as I felt the helmet of Brad's cock press against my lips.

Opening my mouth I took Brad into my head while Ross's cock slid back and forth between my soft fleshy mammary glands. I sucked hungrily expecting to be rewarded with a double portion of salty sperm.

Ross ejaculated first spurting strings of milky white liquid onto my neck adorning it like an elegant pearl necklace. Brad followed filling my mouth with an abundance of his pungent cum.

Greedily I swallowed Brad's issue and with my fingers I squeegee Ross's sperm into my mouth making a heady cocktail of their jism. 

Having serviced the guys they turned their attention to me. I felt Ross's mouth close over my open pussy. A shiver shot up my spine as his tongue contacted my clitoris. My hips involuntarily bucked upwards pressing my wet flesh into his face. 

Brad was occupied caressing my sensitive breasts with his tongue. Swirling around my erect nipples he playfully nipped them between his lips and gently tugged on them. His tongue must have detected the residual from Ross's cock's recent presence?

My orgasm was manifold, stimulated by both tongues lashing my nerve endings. I moaned softly as I yielded my nectar to Ross's sucking lips. 

Without needing to be asked the guys respected my desire not to take their cocks into my love tunnel. We all had been satisfied without the need to be fucked. 

For the remainder of the year we remained good friends. I routinely performed fellatio on the guys as they performed cunningness on me. 



October Sky



The invite came in a little late. You had to hurry to find costumes. There wasn't much left in the stores in the way of decent costumes this late in the season. You ended up working with what you had at home to make the best of it. Maybe next year you'll get more of a warning but for tonight these will do. You're lucky it's a warm night for October. Since you lost that bet earlier in the day the normal fall temperatures would cut right through your outfit chilling you to the bone.

Your husband parks around the corner from the address on the dashboard GPS and you both make your way to the front door. He's looking good in his suit. He doesn't wear it often and he even took some time with his hair tonight. He mostly gave up caring about his looks when the kids came into your lives preferring to put that time and attention into them. You realize you've both outgrown the need to worry about how you look everyday but it's nice to see him clean up and make an effort for you once in a while.

Leading you by the small of your back he says in a low voice, "Your rear looks great in those pants, honey." "How many guys at this party are going to be staring at your ass tonight?" he asks.

"I know you think you're funny but you're not!" you reply. He laughs and kisses your cheek.

He reminds you about your promise to not stay at the party for long and you agree to keep it. It's nice to meet new people and get to know co-workers so you were glad when your officemate mentioned her annual Halloween bash and extended an invitation to you. You told your husband about it thinking it would be a nice, quiet night away from the kids. After all your co-worker is older and older people don't really know how to party, you think to yourself. He agreed to go but wants to get home early to 'celebrate' the holiday with just the two of you behind a closed door.

"Just tell me it's not going to be fifty old women quilting and knitting while talking about their favorite flavor of tea?" he pleads.

"Just be nice! I have to work with these people."

You head up the cobblestone walkway. The house is beautiful and a lot larger then you expected. There are fake bodies covered in sheets hanging from the trees in the front yard and very real looking gravestones off to the left. You're a little surprised by the volume of the music you can hear as you walk up to the large double doors to ring the doorbell. When your co-worker opens the door you're blasted by the music. She greets you both warmly and invites you inside.

"Enter freely and of your own will." she quotes Dracula with a laugh. "And leave behind a little of the happiness that you bring with you."

You're impressed by the tight prom dress her body is able to pull off. She looks great. The blood dripping down her exposed cleavage from a 'slashed' throat is very life-like. The wound on her throat is almost disturbing in its authenticity and she's wearing a white corsage freshly spattered with blood. All together she makes a great prom-night murder victim.

The house is packed with spooks and goblins and is decorated better than a set of a horror movie. There is a fountain on the center of the table off to one side that looks like its spouting blood. Cobwebs are everywhere as well as life-like skulls and black lace adorns everything. The house is creepy yet tasteful, no cheap dollar store decorations or cheesy, fake heads can be seen. 

Costumed party goers are everywhere. You start to regret taking such little time to make your own. You excuse yourself past a man dressed as Mount Rushmore. He's got three head attached to his shoulders and his face is painted gray to make the fourth president. It's a great costume and you wonder how much time he spent constructing it. You see Star Trek uniforms and super-heroes all over. The Scarecrow and Dorothy complete with Toto are hanging by the fireplace. The house is packed and everybody is involved in polite conversation. 'Thriller' from the late, great Michael Jackson is currently blasting away on the sound-system and a few people are dancing. At a coffin made into a min-bar your husband gets you a beaker full of some kind of neon-green alcohol. It tastes like green-apples with about three metric tons of sugar but it's fun to drink and goes down smooth. You'll be having more of these.

Your suit pants are making you itch in a very private place. You made a stupid bet with hubby earlier in the day over the name of an actor in an old movie. The price for your lack of trivia knowledge on that old film cost you the right to wear any underwear to the party. You know he's thrilled with himself for thinking of the bet and even more thrilled that you're actually going through with it. Your silk top is showing off your nipples to everybody who bothers to look and his hand keeps touching and squeezing your ass every chance he gets. You like the attention from him but you are very aware of your lack of under- clothing and it makes you feel a little nervous. It's a good thing you don't know too many people here.

You eventually move on to chatting with other people in the room, enjoying the fun atmosphere. It's funny how Halloween can bring out the childish, mischievous side in adults. You notice lots of people drinking and having fun. There are even a few couples off in corners talking quietly and making out. If you blink you might think you've leapt back in time to a party in high school. This is definitely not the party you expected your co-worker to throw. Usually she's so reserved you expected the party to be dull. You are very pleased to be proven wrong.

You mention to your husband that you're having a nice time and he leans in to kiss you and says, "Maybe we can stay a little longer?"

You head outside to find a large backyard and more decorations. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows abound. Party goers sit upon stacks of hay around a bonfire. There is another dance floor out here on the deck with the music pumping from speakers hidden inside of the biggest pumpkins you ever seen. The party is really raging here in the backyard and the energy is starting to work its magic along with the green stuff you've been steadily downing since you arrived. You make your way to a small bar off the side of the patio, watching the dancers move and grabbing another beaker of green goo when you find yours empty. You open a conversation with another couple nearby while you start to munch on the peeled grape 'eyeball' snack offered on the counter.

"I can't believe they used the old peeled grape trick." Your husband says to them gesturing to the snacks on the bar.

"To make them look like eyeballs? I know. My mother used to do that for us at Halloween," the other woman replies.

"What are you wearing?" the woman asks, looking up and down each of you.

"The real question is 'What am I not wearing?'" you think to yourself.

"We didn't have much time to put together costumes so we're dressed as a divorce!" your husband explains. You are each wearing a business suit with small pieces of yellow legal paper pinned randomly to your clothes. 

"I'm a Law Suit and she's a Counter-Suit, get it?" he asks.

She laughs when the joke hits her and says, "Lord, I hope there's no real divorce to worry about!"

"Not at all, not at all, this is just what we could come up with on short notice," your husband says.

The couple is younger and attractive and can't seem to keep their hands off of each other. She's dressed like Catwoman and he's dressed as the Joker. He's got white makeup and a really loud purple suit. Her outfit is so tight it must have been painted on. You have your suspicions about her sharing your lack of underwear. There's no way even a thong could fit inside of those pants. You talk for a good hour and the conversation moves from old trick or treat stories to kids to jobs and eventually to sex.

"I just don't understand why all men want is sex, sex, sex," you say to her.

"I know. It can be annoying but you have to admit it's nice to be able to get whatever you want just by offering a roll in the hay!" she says with a laugh. 

The men commiserate with each other over how much work has to go into getting sex. You're having a great time and really enjoying how your husband keeps moving his hand from the small of your back down to your ass, grabbing a cheek or sliding a finger deep into the folds of fabric to tickle the sensitive treats he finds there. It's very distracting but it feels nice through the thin pants you're wearing. You can feel your face getting flush and your groin getting warm. Some of that is the drink but you know his attentions and the idea of wearing no panties in front of all these people are the real culprits. The other husband orders shots for all four of you from the zombie tending bar. He lines them up for the four of you and offers a toast.

"To Halloween memories and new friends! May they both last a long time." 

With that, you all down the shot. It's like fire on your throat and it makes your eyes tear but the warm feeling in your belly almost makes it worth it. The other woman suggests leaving the men behind to hit the dance floor.

"My man hates to dance," she explains.

"Mine too, so forget them and let's go!" you say.

A familiar guitar riff hits your ears and you scream with joy as you recognize 'I Want Candy' from Bow Wow-Wow.

"I fucking LOVE this song!" you yell.

"Me too!" she yells back. 

You join some other dancers on the floor. The two of you spend time dancing and singing along with the music at the top of your lungs when the chorus comes around. You each take turns shaking in front of your husbands, enjoying how they ogle and smile. You each get more daring as the music continues. You grind into each other and take turns smacking each others' asses playfully. You've never behaved like this before, but something about this night and especially this lively, vibrant woman is making it all seem perfectly natural. The guys are laughing and having a great time watching you both dance. Your new friend moves in behind you and you can feel her leather-clad body mold into yours as she grabs your hips, teasing the boys as they hoot and holler for more. You notice your husband's pants are popping and that makes you dance and misbehave even more. You try not to notice your friend's husband is having the same problem but it's pretty hard to avoid peeking.

Sweaty and tired you come off the floor with your new friend and grab a drink. 

Your husband whispers in your ear, "How does all that smacking feel with no panties on underneath?"

You elbow him in the gut in way of a response and laugh. You haven't had this much fun in a long time. You're very shocked at your behavior on the dance floor. Maybe it's true what they say about masks and costumes allowing people to feel free to act out their carnal instincts. A mask can make you feel safe enough to go wild and become someone else for a short time. It would certainly explain the raunchy behavior that you're noticing all over the party in dark corners and sometimes even in the light. It takes you a minute for your brain to process what you're seeing but you finally realize that your new friend is subtly rubbing her man's hard-on. 

"My God," you think, "how can she do that right here?" 

It makes you uncomfortable but it's still arousing. You've had a few drinks tonight so you decide it's time to get brave. You lean back into your husband's arms and put pressure on his hardening cock. Quietly you move your ass left and right, slowly in a small pendulum motion. He's got a hand on your hip. You feel him gently guiding your hips. His fingers squeeze you in appreciation of how good it feels. You're doing your best to hide your actions from everyone but a part of you doesn't think any of them would care if they knew.

"Hell, I'm a grown woman and this is my husband. Why should I care if anybody knows?" you think.

The men are talking about the latest video game they are into so you look at the other woman. You roll your eyes and she smiles at you. Her hair is in pig-tails and tucked under a leather mask shaped to look like a cat. You get a flash in your mind of her using the whip tied around her hips for more than just teaching criminals a lesson. Does Catwoman carry a whip? Your husband would know but you don't want to ask and possibly embarrass this nice woman after only just meeting her.

She's still quietly moving her hand back and forth on her husband's thigh. If you hadn't seen his cock bulging in his pants when on the dance floor you might not realize what was really going on. You hope she isn't noticing the rocking of your ass against your man. You mention how bright the moon is tonight. 

You wonder if maybe the old-wives tales about a full moon is true. Maybe the full moon is turning everybody into sex-starved werewolves. Her magical light is changing everyone at the party; forcing their animal passions to the surface. Making what was human into some kind of raging beast in heat. What if this party is really just an excuse for a pack of werewolves to trap and mate with human women? What if this entire field behind the house is about to explode into a blood soaked orgy of sex and violence?

You blink your eyes and realize that you've got to stop watching so many cheesy horror flicks during October!

The boys are still talking but you can't get your mind off of animal-like fucking images in your head, especially the images of men fucking women from behind and howling at the moon. From the corner of your eyes you watch her hand stop and squeeze what you imagine to be the head of his cock. You start to wonder if he's going to fuck her tonight and if he does will he use that whip on her first? Will he let her take the leather off of her body before driving into her? Or will he just cut a hole in the tight fabric at the crotch big enough for his cock to slide in? You can feel the fire stoking between your legs as you imagine him sliding the tip of the whip down the crack of her ass before snapping it to life, leaving a long, angry welt rising off of her ass. The feel of your husband's cock pushing against your bottom is getting your heart beat up. Being wet without panties to soak up the juice is definitely not a good idea at a party with your co-workers.

You are about to excuse yourself to disappear to a restroom where you can wipe dry the flood that's starting when a naughty thought occurs to you.

"He made this mess, he should be the one to clean it up," you think to yourself.

You interrupt the conversation and explain that you both need to be excused to call the sitter and say goodnight to the kids. 

"Hurry back and make sure you don't leave before we exchange phone numbers!" your new friend calls out as you take your husband by the hand and pull him towards the house. "Don't worry, we'll be back," you call out behind you.

"Where are we going, babe?" he asks.

"To call the sitter, like I said."

"No, we're not. We never call the sitter and the kids should already be in bed."

"Well, I need your help fixing something."

"Fixing what? Why can't I just hang out with those guys? They were a lot of fun."

"You need to help me fix the mess you've made in my pants, idiot!" 

He's quiet for a moment then he grips your hand tighter and smiles. 

"So dancing like that with another chick really got your juices flowing, huh?" he asks with mischief in his eyes.

"You wish! But my choice in panties tonight is very distracting," you throw back.

"Where are we going to be able to do the kind of fixing you need?" he asks.

"Bathroom," you say quietly to him, "a bathroom with a lock! Let's be quick before I lose my nerve."

You make your way up the stairs past a Frankenstein's monster who's hitting on Red Riding Hood. You're not quite sure if Red from the story ever had that much cleavage. Of course, Frankenstein's monster was never that short either. You find one bathroom but it's occupied. Besides, that room is right off the landing and wouldn't afford much privacy. You find another bathroom off the master bedroom but you pass by looking for quieter digs. Feeling like Goldie-Locks you find bathroom number three to be just right. 

You find a small guest room at the end of the hall that has its own bathroom with a shower and large sink. The bright light of the moon provides enough light so you leave the overhead lights off. You slip into the bathroom and close the door. You kiss your husband deeply, running your tongue over his and caressing his cock through his pants.

"So what seems to be the problem, miss?" he asks.

"I've got a leak that I need you to look at, sir," you reply, joining in his game.

"Well, I'll be happy to take a look but repairs like this can be expensive."

"Oh, well I don't have much money but I'm sure we can figure out some kind of payment plan."

He lifts you onto the countertop and unbuckles your pants. You stop his hands and tell him to close the door. He looks over and pushes the door shut. It falls open again. "What the Hell?" he complains. He fiddles with the knob for a minute or two before declaring that it's broken and won't stay shut, let alone lock. He kicks off a shoe and drops it at the bottom of the door to hold it closed.

"Hey, that's not going to keep people out," you warn.

"It'll be fine. I'll hold the door shut if somebody comes by. Now where were we?" he asks as his hand grabs the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss while the other makes a sneak attack on your breast. 

As he teases your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt, he tells you how much he loved watching them nipples popping through your shirt all night. This is not helping to dry things out down below and you tell him as much. He goes back to work on your belt and pants. You lift up so he can pull the pants off and the cold of the marble counter on your ass is shocking to say the least. You suck in your breath against the chill while you wait for your body heat to warm the stone. He doesn't hesitate for a moment to push your legs wide and plant his face between them. His tongue is lashing your clit like he's trying to punish the little sailor for rousing a mutiny in its tiny boat. You bite your lip and start to breathe deep as you realize the only thing preventing someone from walking in on the two of you is one shoe. Luckily he's really good at eating your dripping box because it feels good enough to almost make you stop caring if somebody walks in. That's when you hear the voices outside the door.

You grab his hair and push him away from your body. He starts to complain but you put a finger to his lips to quiet him. You can feel how wet his face is. "Lord if I'm that soaked I might have to find a blow-dryer to fix the crotch of my pants before I go back to the party!" you think.

You perk your ears up as you slide quietly off the counter. You definitely hear hushed voices in the bedroom outside the door. A man and a woman are whispering at each other. Their conversation is punctuated by stifled laughter. You grab your pants off the floor but before you can slide them on you feel a rough hand on your arm. You look up into your husband's face as he shakes his head no at you. 

You try to put your pants on again but he puts his lips to your ear and whispers, "Put those on and I'll yank that door open!"

You glare at him but stop moving. He smiles and whispers, "I think there's somebody out there with the same plan as us. Grab your shoes and your pants and get into the tub quietly."

Outside the door, the talking has stopped. You grab your shoes as he steps to the door and opens it by a small crack. He turns to you and smiles the widest grin you've seen on him. He signals for you to come have a look. You shake your head no. He lifts an eyebrow and motions pulling the door open. You glare at him with venom as you step to the door, very aware of your very, very naked ass. He opens the door a crack again allowing you to peer into the bedroom. The bed is right in your line of sight giving you a perfect view of your new friend's legs up in the air with her husband's face between them. With your nerves on high alert you get a full snapshot in your mind of the scene. Her panties are on the floor behind him. You can't see her face but you can hear her breathing loudly. She's holding her ankles high above his head giving him full access to her body. He must be sucking on her clit because you can hear slurping and see her toes curling. You jump back, afraid of getting caught.




October Sky



"How the Hell did she fit those panties inside of those pants?" you think to yourself in amazement.

Your husband motions you to get into the shower. You do your best to open the curtain without a sound as you step in. You feel nervous and excited at the prospect of getting caught. You can't help but admit to yourself that you want to see more of your new friends in the next room. Your husband moves into the shower next to you and tiptoes behind you. 

He grabs you by the back of the hair and whispers, "I'm going to fuck you while we watch them fuck." 

"No!" you mouth to him frantically.

"It's too late to stop now!" he whispers. "Do you want me to go open that door and just tell them we're passing through?"

With his free hand he moves the curtain to the side just a little bit. You realize that he's opened the bathroom door by a good foot. By standing right where you are, you can see the other couple across the room. The bed is only about 6 feet from the door of the bathroom. The moonlight is keeping things bright in the room but dark inside the shower behind the curtain. You are perfectly hidden. You feel his hands pull you up and start stroking your groin. He lifts one of your thighs, and helps your foot to rest on the edge of the tub. While one hand plays with your pubic hair and dripping lips the other is unbuttoning your shirt. His arm scrapes against one of the legal papers pinned to your blouse and you both freeze at the sound. Fortunately the other couple doesn't seem to notice the noise or maybe they just don't care. He continues his work with both hands now until your shirt is open and silently dropped to the ground leaving your breasts free for his touch.

Outside the man is standing with his cock outstretched before him. She's on her knees and sucking on his cock like she's deep underwater and his body is her only source of air. From the way they positioned themselves you think they must know you're watching. It's like they know exactly where to stand to give you the best view. You see him grab her by the hair and begin to really fuck her face. You know it's not very lady-like and women activists would scream in protest but you actually like when your husband does that to you. You love to feel like he's so into you that he can't help himself. It's primal and a little violent but it makes you feel really, really good; like a couple of animals without a care in the world.

Behind you, your own werewolf is reaching around and pulling on your nipples. He stretches them out as far as the flesh will let him. The tingle from the lovely, lovely little nerves in your hard nipples sings a song of love and anticipation down to your groin. Your pussy responds to the song by weeping soft tears down your thighs. You're not sure if you've ever been so turned on as to have your warm juice slip down your legs. You're enjoying this dangerous perversion more then you thought you could.

"It's a good thing we're in a bathtub," you think, "because I'm about to flood this man out if he's not careful."

"Look at her suck that dick!" he whispers in your ear. He's barely making a sound with his lips touching your ear but you still watch the other couple for a reaction; convinced they'll hear and discover you. That would definitely guarantee your new friend would no longer be a friend at all!

In the other room you watch the husband pull the other woman to her feet only to throw her face down on the bed. He kicks her legs apart and starts to hump her without hesitation or warning. Images of werewolves flash through your mind again; huge deadly beasts, primal animals, rough and violent and glorious as they hump and fuck in the forest by moonlight. In this position you can only see his ass hammering in and out between her legs but you know his meat is stabbing deep inside of her like a blunt knife. You can hear his body slapping against her with every violent thrust. If you didn't know better, you would think he was angry at her.

You turn away and look at your husband. He's staring at the scene in the other room and reluctantly pulls his eyes away. He looks down and slowly, quietly he pulls his cock out of his pants through his fly. He has a little trouble since the pole is at full staff but he manages without making a sound. You reach out to touch it but he stops you and forces you to bend over in front of him. He puts his cock to your sopping pussy and slides it home, pushing deep and hard. No hesitation, no time spent getting his cock lubed up before diving in. Your turn your head back to the show as he grips your hips and pulls you into his cock. He moves in and out of you with a frustratingly slow rhythm. Of course, if he were to hammer away at you the noise would alert the others and ruin everything so you bite your lip and enjoy the exquisite torture of a slow fuck.

Outside, the other woman is obviously having an orgasm. She has muffled her moaning with a pillow and she's pulling at the blanket beneath her in ecstasy. A fresh wave of excitement washes over you.

You hear him tell her, "Shush before somebody hears us!"

You turn your head again and smile at your husband. You share a silent laugh as his cock grinds into your g-spot. You can feel the familiar pressure of your own orgasm starting to build deep inside your vagina as his thumb moves from your hip to begin circling your ass. It feels like a bomb in the micro-second just before it explodes. The nerves in your asshole light up like a firework in a July sky and join the chorus of sensation in you groin. Each swirl of his finger on your hole makes the muscle open and relax a little. The feeling makes your pussy squeeze him tightly each time he gets balls-deep into you. You reach up and begin playing with your breasts and nipples since he's too busy to do it for you.

The other couple has switched positions. She's on top now with him lying on his back and letting her take control. You're not that close but even at this distance you realize you can see her pussy lips molding to his shaft like a wet vine wrapping around a tree. She's riding up and down on him and with each pump you can see how moist she's made the taunt skin of his cock. With her first orgasm over she's able to relax and fuck him slow. You can't believe that a woman you just met is now putting on a sex show for you and your husband.

"My God, if they find us here I'll have to quit my job!" you think.

You try to jerk back from the curtain and close it when you think you've locked eyes with the other man but your husband is pushing against your ass too strongly for you to move back. He grabs your hand before you can touch the curtain. You freeze as much as you can with a cock sliding in and out of you and fortunately the danger passes without incident. It must have been a trick of the light making you think he was looking at you but the excitement of being caught is bringing your orgasm closer and closer. You just want that cock to hammer into you. If hubby would speed up you'd be able to explode but he's still moving so very, very slowly.

The other woman is pumping faster now and moaning a little. You notice he's starting to thrust into her from the bottom and you like the way his balls move with each thrust. You can see his hands wrapping around to grab her ass and guide her up and down. She's sitting up now while humping away, grinding her clit down onto his shaft, digging for another orgasm. She laces her fingers on top of her head, thrusting her tits out for him. He rewards her by moving his hands from her ass up to her chest. She tilts her head back and starts to fuck him furiously. She drops down onto his chest as her body starts to convulse. You see a splash and realize she's squirting! You've seen that in movies but never in real life. Your husband squeezes you hips hard. Obviously he saw the squirt. It's his favorite thing to see when you watch porn and he tries to get you to squirt all the time, only succeeding once in a while.

You look up in time to see the other husband hug her tightly to his chest as he slams his cum deep inside of her. You can hear his muffled groans as he pumps her for all he is worth. Together they stop moving and collapse. You quietly pull the curtain across the shower to hide your own show from discovery.

You can't believe what you just saw. You can't believe your husband would take such a risk. You also don't care because you are so damned close right now. If only he would say to Hell with it and fuck you properly.

You hear whispers and quiet laughter from the door, and you realize she's coming into the bathroom to clean up. She walks right past you and your cock-stuffed pussy and a moment later you can hear her relieve her bladder in the toilet. If you weren't so busy getting fucked, you would feel bad for invading her privacy like this. 

"Come get some paper and help me clean up the puddle you made on the floor!" she whispers loudly.

The volume of it scares you. The shock makes you jump. Your husband responds by finally sliding his thumb into your ass. You bite your lip for what seems to be the thousandth time this night, almost blinded by the pleasure of his thumb and cock filling you up. 

"You made the puddle!" he accuses from the other room. You see a light come into the bathroom and realize he must have turned the lights on in the bedroom. THEY have no more need for secrecy.

"You made me make the puddle," she fires back and giggles.

You hear his footsteps come into the bathroom. She unrolls some toilet paper and he moves back out to quickly mop the carpet and bed of any stray fluids.

The toilet flushes and you hear the sink faucet turn on. You try to make your husband stop moving but he grabs your wrist and puts it behind you, forcing you to stay bent over. He takes advantage of the noisy running water to hammer into you hard and fast. The sudden change in tempo is all it takes to drive you over the edge. You're vaguely aware that he's cumming deep inside of you as you fight with every fiber of your being to control the scream you want to unleash. You hold your breath to keep from making any noise. The water finally shuts off and the woman walks past you two again. 

"Help me get my pants back on before somebody finds us! That nice couple is probably looking for us and I don't want to explain why I'm so sweaty," she says.

When you hear the couple open the bedroom door and shut off the lights, you finally allow yourself to take in huge gasping breathes as you collapse half naked onto the cool tub floor. When you're able, you step out of the tub and quickly clean yourself up. It takes a lot of toilet paper to soak up all the mess running down your thighs. Your husband must have really enjoyed the show as told by the amount of thick white fluid he left inside of you. A quick inspection of the medicine cabinet reveals some tampons. You quickly borrow one hoping that the manufacturer made a product that can absorb semen. It just wouldn't do to have a sticky mess trickling down your thighs as you chat with people at the party. This whole no panties thing was fun up till now! You punch your husband in the arm as he comments on how his 'manly load' is too much for any 'little-old' tampon!

With a quick kiss and a wicked smile from him you both sneak back into the hallway, checking to see if anybody noticed you coming out of the bedroom but all is clear. You find the other couple in the kitchen enjoying some snacks.

"Are you guys hungry?" you ask innocently.

You see them both go red in the face as they glance at each other.

"Just a little bit. It's been a long day. I feel like I've run a marathon," she replies.

"Yeah, I bet you do," says your husband under his breath.

"I'm sorry?" she says.

"I said, 'Yeah, I feel that way too'," he throws back.

You elbow his gut for the second time that night and exchange phone numbers with your new friend. You leave the party soon after and as you hug her goodbye all you can think is, "I watched her fuck!"

You're not sure if you'll ever be able to look her in her face without feeling strange, but the memory of your pussy sucking in a cock while watching her in action will give you masturbation ammunition for years.

"We are definitely coming back next year!" you tell your husband in the car on the way home. You're tired and drunk and leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Damned straight we are. Only next year, you're wearing the Catwoman suit and it's our turn on the bed. Those guys can fuck in the tub and try to be quiet!"

He laughs as you slap his thigh in mock anger. It just wouldn't do for him to know that you had the same thought. You lay your head back and close your eyes as the October sky slips by outside the car window.