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Parties

By: starsinger



ALL characters are 18 or older. I graduated from high school when I was nineteen. 

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Sex is a relaxing activity, not to mention enjoyable. The day of Eli's company's party, he picked me up after school, and we drove back to his house. We were going to shower and change, I had brought a blue dress that showed off my fantastic legs and curves. It had spaghetti straps, and was fitted down to the waist. The skirt flared out to my knees. I looked good in it, and it was young. Eli had other plans.

Eli, on the other hand, had other plans. Turns out, he'd had a long day. He had to let go several employees, including his own assistant. He shut the door to his house, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. "At least I won't fire you," he whispered in my ear. He led me through the house pulling off his coat and tie. He wasn't muscled, but he was in good shape, and I loved to look at his toned body. I was wearing blue jeans and a pullover sweater, and a pair of sneakers. I carried my duffel bag and a gown bag, to keep the dress from wrinkling. I hung it up on his bedroom door and kicked off my shoes. 

I looked up to see Eli standing in the doorway as I pulled off my sweater. I winked at him as I stood and pulled off my jeans. I gave him a saucy wink as I turned my back and unsnapped my bra. I glanced back as I slowly slid the straps down my arms. I grinned as he leered at me. The bra came off and I reached down and slid my panties down and off my body. That was it, he was done. He tackled me onto the bed before I could fully sit down to pull off my socks. He lay on top of me, the only thing between us were his clothes and my socks.

I relaxed into his kisses. He stood up long enough to remove his clothes, and my socks. I moved over far enough to let him lie down. I got between his legs and proceeded to worship his cock. I love Eli's cock. I love to kiss it, suck it (now), and play with it. I worship at its altar. Anthony's cock is long. Steve's has character. Eli's is alive. I love the way it responds to my very touch. My hand stood it straight up as I licked, or slobbered, all over it. He closed his eyes and moaned as my mouth lowered to his sack and sucked. "You're getting adventurous," he breathed. My mouth traveled back up, kissing his cock and sucking the top. I was hot, and I was wet as my mouth descended down his shaft. I wasn't quite relaxed enough to take all of it, but I was getting closer and closer with each bob of my head. I pulled my head up and licked the head of his cock, chuckling as he moaned.

He was hard, and I was loving it. My mouth once again swallowed his penis, making him shudder. He was getting close, I could tell. At that moment, I looked up and saw the time was 6:30. We had thirty minutes to get showers, dressed, and to the party. We were going to be late. I got up and straddled him. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Well, we don't have much time. I thought I'd satisfy us both, and get us out the door," I said as I slowly impaled myself on his hard cock. He felt so good. I just relaxed, closed my eyes, letting my hands fall between my legs to his chest, and let him set the pace. Despite the time, he was in no hurry. Our hips met over and over again as we slowly built to a climax. I felt his hands playing over my breasts, my nipples hardened under his expert hands. He was apparently unsatisfied with my adjustments to his pace, since he cupped my buttocks and guided me into the rhythm. He refused to be rushed. I felt him filling me up and then slipping out. The pace eventually picked up and I found my breath coming in short bursts as we finally hit the climax. I collapsed as he poured himself into me.

He caressed my hair, "Let's skip the party."

"Hey, I brought my best dress. You either take me to this party, or we go out someplace fancy!" I told him. As I said this, I got up and looked at the clock. It was seven o'clock. "We're late already!" He laughed as I headed into the shower. When he got out of the shower, I had dressed, fixed my hair, and was applying the bare minimum of make-up. I'm extremely low maintenance. 

He dressed and walked over to kiss me, "I'm going to eat your pussy when we get back."

"Promises, promises," I murmured before I stood up to grab my clutch. We headed out the door. I wasn't the sexiest, or the most voluptuous woman there. Someone who is a G cup should never wear a strapless dress, really! She was falling out of the dress! Then, I met her husband. He was Eli's boss, Adrian. He was a younger man, just a few years older than me. He complimented me on my dress, and his eyes lingered on my legs. I smiled and flirted with him as I noticed Eli talking with several women. I was having sex with other men, I wouldn't begrudge him another woman.

I was young, and learning about the world, I played the part well. Laughing at jokes that weren't funny, allowing a lecherous older man to run his hand up under my skirt at dinner, and I was shocked when several women gave me their numbers to give to Eli. Apparently, he wanted my approval before he took another lover. I told him he didn't need it, I didn't get his approval before sleeping with Steve or Anthony. One girl shocked me by coming over and kissing me. I was too surprised to do anything. She turned around and left and I lifted my hand to my mouth. I was shocked. I liked the kiss!

"Let me guess," Eli whispered in my ear as he dropped my wrap around my shoulders, "You liked Sienna."

"Is she bi?" I asked.

"Yep!" he kissed a bare shoulder. He handed me several numbers, "Some interns asked me to give you their numbers." I laughed as I handed the numbers of the women I'd collected for him.

We returned to his house and were not in any particular hurry for sex. We both ended up on the couch, naked. He sat in the middle of the couch and I sat at one end with my legs draped over his lap. We watched television as he indulged in a fetish. He picked up a foot and started to suck on a toe. Each toe got equal attention as we idly watched television. Then, he kissed my ankle, and slowly worked his way down. I watched with a smile on my face, remembering his earlier promise. Soon, he reached my crotch and buried his face in my pussy. I gasped as I felt his tongue slide up my clit. It teased the top and slid back down it. Then he teased open the folds where the pleasure nerves were located. I moaned and wrapped my hands in his hair. My left foot landed on the floor as he nuzzled my womanhood. I let my head fall back to the arm of the couch as he sucked and licked it. Soon, his fingers penetrated my pussy, not letting that go to waste. It was moments before my body seized up and I moaned through an orgasm. 

He got up and leaned forward. I could see his hard manhood right in front of me. I reached for it, "Uh uh uh!" he said grabbing my hand. "You just lie there and take it, let me do all the work." He sat back, lifted my legs up by the knees, and plunged into my pussy. I went for the ride. This time, he was fast and furious. Not wasting any time before building to a climax. When he was done I smiled at him. He picked me up, carried me into his room where we made love the rest of the night.

I got home the next day after we finished my homework. Steve greeted me at the door and told me that Mom was asleep. I knew that was a sign to be quiet. That was okay, I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and intended to head for dreamland myself. I pulled off my clothes and crawled into bed. Homecoming was that night, and I needed my rest. Anthony would be picking me up at six, and I wanted to look my best. I sighed as Steve joined me. I glanced at him with an irritated look. "You're Mom's not feeling well. Spent some time at the toilet this morning. Need some place to sleep."

I watched with concern as he did just that. I fell asleep as well, Steve was nice, he didn't snore. When I awoke, Steve still slept. It was four and I needed to eat, and start to get ready for the dance. I went downstairs and found some leftover spaghetti. I threw it in the microwave, and soon sat down to eat. I wish I could say I was one of the popular kids, but I wasn't. I was a nerd. My favorite class wasn't lunch, it was Astronomy. My school had its own Planetarium. I had no chance at Homecoming Queen. I was fine with that. I had a friend, Leslie, who had a real shot at it, and she deserved it. The first time in four years, I had a date. That meant a homecoming mum, and I was excited. I even had a space on my wall cleared out for it.

At five-thirty I pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt for the game. It was chilly, and I was determined to be comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you can be sitting on metal bleachers! Anthony arrived promptly on time and escorted me to his car. He even opened the door for me. We found two prime spots on the bleachers where Cindy joined us. Her new boyfriend, Bo, was the center on the team, and she had to wait until after the game. We cheered and went wild as Leslie was, indeed, crowned homecoming queen at half-time. Anthony and I left after the third quarter, assured our school would come home with a win.

I got home and took a shower. Afterwards, I changed into a mint green dress with a floral print. It came with a white jacket. The mum that Anthony brought had three silk mums arranged in the shape of a heart. Green and gold streamers, our school colors, blossomed around and down from the mums. Bells, whistles, a teddy bear, and our names decorated the area with the streamers. Steve took pictures, before escorting us to the limo he owned. "If you're going to a party, you're going in style!" he had announced. He firmly donned driver hat and we climbed in. We looked and found apple cider chilling in an ice bucket with glasses in the compartment.

Anthony retrieved the glasses and filled them with the cider. He handed me one and we clinked them together, "To a good Homecoming!"

I laughed and returned the toast. He kissed me. He put his arm around me and we sipped our drinks as we went to school. We met Cindy and Bo outside school and went in together. When you're a 5'4" tall and your date is 6'2", you stand out. We congratulated Leslie and we danced. Unfortunately, it became obvious somebody brought alcohol. I was in the girl's room with several other girls when one of the football players walked in. We didn't have any female football players. He had his cock out, jerking himself off, and asked who wanted a piece of male meat. We looked at each other and nodded in agreement. I opened the door while the others grabbed him and pushed him out the door and right into the arms of one of the vice-principals.

"But they were in there having sex with each other," he slurred out to the Vice-Principal."

For his part, Mr. Brown looked us over. Our clothes weren't mussed, our hair and make-up were perfect, his lie was blatant. "Come on son, you need to come up with a better excuse than that," he led the boy away.

"Wasn't that the Quarterback?" someone asked.

"'Was' is the key word there. Drunkenness and lewd conduct..." I replied.

Anthony and I stopped for something to eat before heading home. When we got back in I noticed the window between us and Steve was rolled up for privacy. I looked at Anthony who gave me a deep kiss and cupped one of my breasts under the jacket. I grinned and pulled off the jacket, so the mum wouldn't get messed up. Anthony reached down and pulled off my shoes. He reached down and pulled off one of my knee high stockings then the other. Then he reached over and pushed the spaghetti straps of my dress down and exposed my strapless bra. He reached in and pulled out one of globes and started to suck.

For my part, I leaned back, giving him better access to the parts that he wanted. I then reached around and unhooked the back. He obligingly pulled it away and played with the other breast while continuing to suckle. Even after spending the better part of last night fucking, I was horny. I wanted this gorgeous piece of black meat right here and right now. My dress came off and he discovered that I hadn't worn any panties. He buried his face in my pussy and nuzzled it. Soon, his tongue was playing with it. The limo stopped, and soon Steve joined us in the back. This excited me, a threesome was not something I tried. It also frightened me, I'd never tried anal, and this would be a prime opportunity to give it a go. 

Anthony let go of me and pulled his cock out of his pants. I got down on my hands and knees and wrapped my mouth around it. Anthony reached under and played with my breasts as my mouth descended the length of his shaft. I soon felt hands on my buttocks as Steve played with my ass. Soon, I felt the head of his cock in my pussy. I spread my legs further, allowing him greater access, as I continued my attentions on Anthony's meat. The motions of my head soon matched the rhythm behind me. I gasped and moaned around his shaft, unable to do anything else, even to stop. Steve's cock was pressing against a particular section of my walls and felt different, better. My moans would have turned to cries if my mouth and throat wasn't stuffed full.

I exploded and my mouth stopped on Anthony's cock. Then, something amazing occurred. I relaxed so much I found my face in Anthony's crotch. His entire cock was down my throat without gagging. I pulled my head up halfway and went back down. Excited, I went all the way back up and back down. I deep throated his cock until I could tell he was ready to cum. Instead of pulling out, I planted my face in his crotch again and let him pour himself down my throat. I couldn't taste the cum because it was away from my tastebuds. I stood up and straddled his lap. I impaled myself on his cock. Then, I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned forward. Steve took this as an invitation and pressed his cock into my ass. I relaxed as much as I could as he continued to push into my hole. I sighed as he managed to complete the maneuver. I just held on, this was awkward in the back of a limo, and there was painful pleasure in my backside. Steve's thrusts rubbed my clit against Anthony's skin as I bounced up from both men's rhythm.

My mind went blank as I enjoyed myself. Steve reached around and played with my boobs after pulling me away from Anthony slightly. Time seemed to stand still as I came, and so did they. I slumped forward, wanting nothing more than sleep. Steve lifted me up and pulled me outside. Anthony followed, putting his cock back in his pants and zipping them up, "I do have to go through my front door." He said with a laugh. Steve put me to bed, and I slept the rest of the night. 

Parties Bore Her



Carlos knew when they got out of the car and started heading towards the house where the party was he was in for a rough night. He should have given in to her and fucked her instead of teasing her while they were getting dressed at least she would be satisfied and content until they got back home.

He slides his arm around Cyn's shoulders and pins her close to him, like a naughty little girl she keeps trying to worm away, he grabs her hand and drags her from one group to another. When he reaches out to shake hands with a friend he had to let it go, that's when she was able to slip away. 

Cyn begins walking around slowly, greeting people, grabbing another drink from the passing waiter, feeling very agitated, no not agitated just fucking horny. 

She can feel Carlos's eyes on her watching her every move. This only gets her hotter knowing she is driving him crazy. Looking around the crowd she finds what she is searching for, makes her move.

Cyn can feel Carlos glaring at her as she walks toward her target. Feeling his stare burning holes in her back she turns and looks directly into his dark eyes, smiles and blows him a kiss.

The guy she targeted is good looking, young and wearing nice tight jeans advertising his crutch. She walks up to him and casts her eyes down, licking her lips and smiles this is all the encouragement he needs. He grabs two more glasses of wine from the passing waitress and passes one to her.

Seething and mad as hell Carlos knows trouble is brewing, he knows she will push him to the limit again.

He keeps watching her every move, making it so obvious to the guys he is standing with, this draws their attention to her. Carlos doesn't need to hear their snide remarks about his sluttish wife, he knows its harmless teasing just for him, but watching the young guy slip his arm around her waist and lower his hand to her bum is just going a little too far.

Cyn leans into him clearly pushing her breast into his chest, her hand snaking down and cupping his bulge as he leans down and whispers something in her ear. She laughs out loud but is silenced when his mouth covers hers in hungry kiss. His hand is rubbing small circles over her bum getting lower till he has her ass cupped and lifts her against his hardened crutch.

This is enough to freak Carlos out. He pushes past his mates and walks up to his wife and grabs her arm so hard it makes her cry out. The guy knows better than to stop him and watches her mouthing back at Carlos as they head towards the house.

Carlos has had enough. He doesn't care who is watching. He just drags Cyn inside.

Hell! they have all seen this happen before, it ads spice to their boring social lives.

Some smart mouthed guy makes a comment as Carlos drags a protesting Cyn past him.

"Show the bitch who is the master, it might tame her". 

Carlos turns back to him, 

"Maybe your right", hating this guy for being such a jerk.

When they walk into the house and start heading to the front door he stops for a second and replays what that jerk just said, maybe he is right, maybe this bitch needs to be taught a lesson. 

Cyn not wanting to leave starts struggling now that they are away from the staring eyes of the crowd, she starts thumping Carlos's arm tell him to let her go. Yelling at him for always stopping her harmless fun.

She keeps hitting at him as he walks her backward gradually manoeuvring her into the lounge room where the curtains are drawn back and the party crowd in full view.

"Let me go!" she screams

Carlos is pushing at Cyn making her madder, egging her on. When she takes another swing at him he reaches out and puts his hand around her head grabbing a handful of hair.

"On your knees bitch" and forces her down onto her knees.

Again she screams out as he forces her down, still not giving up she strikes out at Carlos hitting anything in her reach. The pain from her hair is enough to slow down her struggles, she watches his hand on his fly undoing his zip, struggling again she knows what he wants. 

"No, no not here Carlos, I wont do this here" she yells.

She tries shaking her head but the grip in her hair really hurts. All she can do is plead as she watches him release his throbbing hard cock. Cock in hand he presses it onto her mouth, gripping her hair harder making her cry, the second her mouth opens enough he forces it in.

Pushing it fast into her mouth she feels it hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. As if reading her mind he tugs her hair harder and warns her not to bite.

Watching her mouth fill with cock turns him on more, her eyes seem to bulge out each time he squeezes into her throat. She's never had so much of his 9-inch cock in her mouth before, time things changed.

He pulls her head back and forth, fucking her face hard like he watched on the porn movies. He closes his eyes for a second, enjoying her warm wet mouth. He can feel her tongue dancing around the head of his cock each time he withdraws. 

She feels the grip in her hair relax and pulls her head back. His cock falls out of her mouth. Carlos opens his eyes, grabs his cock and slaps her face with it repeatedly leaving wet spots on her cheek, across her nose, chin and mouth.

Picturing globs of cum splattered instead of salvia trails spurs him on. She has never allowed him cumming on her face. He slaps it harder over her mouth till she opens it again.

This time he starts to fuck her face harder, angry that he let his guard down for that second. She gags each time his cock squeezes into her throat, not caring he holds her there feeling the tight pressure on his cock, pulling her head back fast when he thinks she needs air.

He looks up and notices some guys watching, they can't take their eyes off the aggressive face fuck happening in the lounge room. Carlos just sneers that awful smile and bottoms out on the next thrust into Cyns mouth, making her gag again. Gripping her hair tight he holds her there till he feels her struggles for air.

She starts thumping his leg, not enjoying this one bit. But realising the only way for it to end is to make him cum.

Carlos doesn't notice the change in her straight a way. Instead he is picturing himself in front of cameras face fucking some porn queen. Only she is enjoying this face fuck so much that she if fingering her cunt, adoring his cock instead of fighting it.

No longer fighting against his tugs Cyn raises both hands onto his firm butt, digs her nails in and pulls his hips into her. Pressing her tongue on his cock underneath and letting her teeth graze the top each time he withdraws, then swallowing his cock as he thrusts back in and then doing that thing she does on the end that always drives him nuts.

Looking up she sees his closed eyes, even hears him moan. He is lost in it again, slowing down his movements enjoying the play of her tongue. Cyn slips her mouth off the end of his cock and licks down his shaft, her hand pumping up and down firmly not breaking his rhythm. She runs her thumb across the knob and spreads the slippery precum all over it.

Licking down to the base of his cock Cyn licks between his balls wishing her mouth was wide enough to take them both in. She sucks one into her mouth and rolls it around with her tongue, the urge to bite it hard is so overwhelming, but she manages control and gently bites. Even she is getting lost in the pleasure of the act, lets the ball fall from her mouth and licks the other.

Sucking it in as far as she can, her nose is pressed hard into the base of his cock. Trying to swallow it into your throat, her hand wanking his fat cock faster, she can tell by his breathing that it wont be long before he shoots his load.

Letting the ball fall out of her mouth she heads towards the top, greedily sucking his cock back into her mouth, sucking the precum, moaning, Carlos feels the vibrations along your cock. He too moans out loud. One of her hands has crept up under his shirt and is pinching his nipple hard, knowing how much he loves this.

He opens his eyes and looks down, sees her smiling with her mouth stretch and filled with cock.

"You bitch!"

He jabs his hips forward shoving more cock down her throat, making her gag. She almost made him lose total control.

Again he tightens his grip in her hair and drags her up, turn her around and force her to bend over. He lifts her dress and smacks her arse so hard it makes her scream out. He slaps it hard again, gives it a slight rub, another slap in the same spot makes her scream louder.

She is pleading with him to stop, she struggles against him, and then feels another rub and then a harder slap follows. Carlos watches the imprint of his hand covering her soft white mounds. He rubs over them and works his fingers lower to her pussy lips. He can see them protruding between her thighs and traces a finger up and down.

Suddenly he slaps her thighs and moves his hand to between her thighs motioning for her to open them, she does and feels his fingers tracing her slit, he can see the glistening moistness seep out, dipping his finger in her spreads it upwards between her bum cheeks. Again his finger trails down and dips in deeper and he follows the wet path back up.

Playing with her tight bud he feels her clenching her cheeks together, another restriction on their sex life. Knowing things are about to change he moves back to her pussy and dives in with two fingers twisting and curling them inside her tight love tunnel. 

This causes her to moan and arch her back. He doesn't stop; he keeps fucking her hole with his fingers, knowing how much she loves it. He has her twisting and pushing, fucking his hand, he can feel her insides quivering, knowing if he keeps this up she will cum.

Not wanting her to cum yet he suddenly stops. She is panting hard moving her hips, wanting the fingers back in, pleading with him to continue, she turns her head to look at him.

This is when she sees the crowd outside, people are watching, some discreetly, some keep turning back to look and others just staring. This is not Cyn's scene. She struggles to straighten up but he has a firm grip of her hair, pushes her forward till she feels the back of the lounge chair. Bends her over it and places his hand in the small of her back. 

Pinning her there.

She kicks backward and swings her hand back trying to connect with any part of his body, she is furious; he has her on public display.

"You jerk let me up, this is going to far!" She screams at him.

She is so pissed of at him knowing these people watched the face fucking and fingering.

"Sure I'll let you up, when I am done" he says as slaps her bum so hard again making her scream out 

Cyn doesn't stop struggling, she reaches behind her and pushes at his body when she feels it getting closer, and it may as well be a brick wall. He doesn't budge.

She feels his cock jabbing at her cunt, looking for the way in. She is making it difficult for him by twisting and struggling. He leans over getting close to her ear.

"Keep still bitch or it goes in your ass".

Cyn stills her self; she couldn't bare that kind of humiliation. Arching her back she parts her legs a little making it easier for his cock. He wastes no time, he slides his cock up and down her slit till he finds the way in. Holds himself still for a second, looks up and searches the crowd for the jerk that made the comment.

Sneers at him, grabs her hips and pulls back as he thrusts forward burying himself to the hilt. She screams. He is sure that it could be heard all over the neighbourhood. 

He begins to fuck her like a mad man, long deep hard thrusts, grinding each time he hits her cervix, the only sound being made are his thighs slapping into her fleshy butt.

The more she struggles the more he loves it. He always wanted to fuck with an audience but that's another thing Cyn wouldn't allow. Seeing the envy on the men's faces just spurs him on. Checking out the women makes him wonder how many wish they were in Cyn's place getting fucked.

He starts twisting his hips, screwing his cock in, reaching under her and finding her clit, pressing and rubbing it, knowing this is her weakness. He feels the change in her almost instantly. She begins meeting his thrusts, moaning uncontrollably.

He looks down, love the way her lips are wrapped tight around his tool, sees how wet it is from her cunt juices. He looks up and finds the smart ass that made the comment and sneers at him.

"This is how I tame my bitch" he mouths.

Feeling Cyn submit he begins to fuck her hard again, grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto him. His cock has never felt this hard before. He straightens up and lifts her up and down on his cock like a rag doll, not being too gentle.

Hell! she doesn't deserve gentle. So many times before she has prick teased him in public and he has never retaliated.

He continues fucking into her like a wild man, faster, harder. He hears her moaning and grunting from the hard thrusts, knows she is enjoying it now as much as him.

He knows it wont be much longer his balls are tightening, he feels Cyn gripping his cock and fucking back hard. He looks down and watches her ass jiggle after each thrust. Next time it's her ass that gets it.

He can feel the contractions starting deep within Cyn, her pussy is gripping his cock in spasms, and the heat from within her is just too much. Carlos reaches around and grabs her breasts, straightening her till she is upright, never missing a beat, his cock still pumping into her hard.

She closes her legs trapping his cock and arches her back. She begins trembling and moaning, reaching up behind her head she grabs a handful of his hair pulling his mouth down to hers, kissing him hard. Carlos kisses her back, he is on the verge of cumming, he thrusts so hard it lifts her slightly off the ground, again another hard thrust and then another, this one lifts her off the ground and he holds her there. His cum bursts into her cunt, spraying the hot sperm so deep inside her.

Feeling his cum flooding her sends her over the edge. Moaning into his mouth. She becomes incoherent when she feels the heat of his cum, mixing with her own, her body shuddering and twitching.

His arms go around her holding on so tight. Catching his breath, his legs feel like jelly. His cock throbs, spraying the last drops of cum. She can feel it begin to leak down her inner thigh.

They hear the people cheer and clap.

"This is too fucking much, I am so embarrassed" she says and turns her face into his chest.

"Take me home".



Parting



The basement was our refuge. It was dark, cold, and filled with all the odd bits of furniture from over the years. In the corner was a blue chair, the back of which was decorated with hand embroidered roses and daisies. A coffee table with one leg nearly chewed through by a relative's dog, and a glass top that has years of scratches and marks sits in front of the most used piece of eclectic style in the entire basement. It was a yellow couch that seated two and a half people. Three people will find that there is no room for comfort. Two people will find that there is just a bit more room than is truly needed to seat simply the pair of bodies. Therefore, it is, as it has come to be known, the two-and-a-half seater. The yellow is consistent with frozen lemonade concentrate. The fabric - miraculously the original - is soft and looks like puckered skin.

This is solely the property of the children of our family. Mom and dad never seem to venture down into the room for anything but a yearly inspection to determine if the CDC needs to be contacted. Admittedly, an omni-present scent of pizza and something yet unidentified permeate the subterranean hideaway, but that is the extent of the problems with the space.

I was sitting in the blue chair, wondering what it was going to be like to go to college. I didn't know anything about it. I was the oldest in the family, and as usual, was the guinea pig for anything new. My sister was likely not going to college at any rate. She despised school with a loathing that I had only ever seen reserved for fascism and state sponsored canings. I could not tell what she would eventually do, but I had little doubt that it would be far removed from any form of institutionalized learning. 

Jamie, three days past her birthday, and still unsure and excited about her new-found status, was sitting in the yellow couch, reading and listening to some horrific new singer while tapping her tiny fingers along to the simple beat. I looked at her and was hard pressed to see in her the 18 year-old that I knew she was. She still had a little girl's body. Like our mother, she was tiny. If she was more than five feet tall, I would be shocked. Her face was so bright and full of wonder about anything that was new; it was impossible to believe that she was old enough to vote. 

Jamie and I had always been close. We shared a bedroom until we were too old to do so with any comfort. Dad had moved all my stuff into what was his study when I was at school one day.

"Boys need their space, Les. You'll see." He was right, of course. I was getting to that age where it wasn't comfortable to change clothes with her in the room. She was still my sister, and nothing had changed the fact that we were like best friends, but she was also a girl. No mater what you think at the time, that still matters. 

They seemed quite pleased with our relationship. They both came from family environments where it was the natural order to torment and harass anything in the house that was younger than you were. To them, our loving and close relationship was very nearly a miracle. What they did not know, however, was how much we did love each other.

We had never done anything about it, but it was always there. Sometimes, we would act perfectly normal even when alone. Nevertheless, there were many times when it was a chore not to give in and cross that very dangerous line. I was the hold out of the two of us. Jamie had several times made the very eloquent case that what we felt was perfectly normal, and if she were not my sister, I would have expressed that feeling whenever I could. 

She was, without a doubt, correct. However, the fact that she was my sister gave me pause. This did not mean that I didn't lust after her every chance I got. I would spend all night watching her as she read in her chair, or dozed in front of the television on the yellow couch. I admit it, I wanted to be with her whenever I could, and I was tiered of not being able to hold her, or kiss her small, soft lips. I wanted to act, and I knew that I could not. I cold not condemn her to a kind of life from which she would garner noting but sorrow. I could not do something like that to someone I loved so deeply. 

But, how long could I hold out? I knew I could not do it forever. In the meantime, we had resigned ourselves to time spent together. That was - in the absence of true displays of affection, and in the presence of my overwhelming fear of screwing up her life in ways that would only be evident in years to come - that was as good as it got.

"You've got everything all set?"

"Pretty much. I'm not taking all that much with me. Just enough."

"So I can raid your CD's Wile you're gone?"

"That's all I am to you? I'm just a bunch of free CD's?"

"I suppose. You have your good qualities, as well."

"Really? Do tell."

"Well, you're handsome. There's always that." Her voice no longer had that playful, teasing edge to it. "I love the way you hold the door for me, and I know you do it for everyone, but it still makes me feel good."

"Jamie, don't -"

"When you laugh," she started to say as she leaned forward on the edge of the couch to face me. "When you laugh, it makes my stomach tighten up." She put her balled up little fist against her smooth belly. "It makes my head swim when you smile at me. I makes my knees weak when you say my name when we're all alone." She pulled her tanned legs under her body. "Those are just your more obvious qualities."

"Jamie, how many times are we going to go through this?"

"Until you figure out that I'm right."

"I love you, Jamie. I love you more than anyone I could ever know."

"Don't say it, Les. If you're not going to do anything about it, don't say it. It hurts too much." The sadness in her voice made me cold. She turned back to the television and we didn't say anything the rest of the afternoon. 

"I don't want to go this way, Jamie. Please, try to understand why this just could not work. Please."

"You're going away anyway so it really doesn't matter, Les. You were right. Let's just forget it." She stretched her lean legs out and then curled them under her again as she sank down into the cushions of the couch. Her hair was bathed in changing and flickering light from the television. Her skin looked like milk in the light.

"That's right. That's right, I'm going away in two days. Two days, and I don't want those last two days to be like this. I don't mean to hurt you, Jamie, but you have to understand that what you want, it just would not work. Please, talk to me."

"You keep telling me that we can't work. If that's true, then why are you so set on talking about it? Don't' you understand that it rips me up to talk about this if all it can be is talk?" She looked over her shoulder at me and fixed me with her big, gorgeous eyes. "Are you arguing with me, Les, or with yourself?"

"I'm arguing...I'm just saying that we have to come to an understanding about this. I don't want to go and leave you feeling this way. I don't want to go and leave ME feeling this way."

"How do you feel, Les? Tell me."

"Stop it, Jamie. Just stop." I wanted to say so much more, but I couldn't manage the words. I didn't know what it was that I wanted. I just stopped talking and tried to forget the whole situation.

It was my last night home before I left for school. I was driving up with a friend the next afternoon. My family had given me a nice going away dinner, and all their well wishes. The only thing left was Jamie.

It was around two in the morning. I was agitated about my situation with my sister, and a little anxious about going off to school so far away. I was sitting downstairs trying to watch TV to settle my nerves. I heard the door open at the stairwell and waited to hear my mom tell me to turn the television down. Then the door shut, and I heard the soft steps of feet on the thick carpet stairs. Jamie came around the corner and sat down, reclining into me, worming under my arm. This was how we used to sit and while away the time. She hadn't done so for a week or better, and it felt wonderful to have her body against mine for the last time in a long while. 

I started to say something but she put her finger to my lips and told me to just relax, and watch TV. She told me we would have plenty of time to talk, and she just wanted to be with me.

I don't remember what we watched. It was some movie about a singer and his almost predestined fall from grace. I remember hearing her tell me that it was no wonder he couldn't have sex, he'd been drinking a bottle of whiskey. I heard what she said. I remember every word she said, I just didn't care what the movie was doing.

I was slouched down in the cushions, and she was sitting up on her legs as they folded under her, so she was almost up at the same level as I. I sat there and stared at her face. I wanted to burn her into my memory - just as she looked right then. I wanted to remember her eyes, wide with interest as she watched the film. I wanted to remember her lips, slightly opened, occasionally wetted by her tongue. I wanted to see in my mind the way her hair fell around her tiny ear. Her ear was a singularly beautiful thing. It was elegant, and so soft.

Jamie and I had never touched each other in any way that could be deemed inappropriate. Not so much as a tender hand in mine. Not so much as a kiss that wasn't on the cheek and in full view of another member of the family. I knew that if we were to stretch the line of acceptable behavior just the tiniest bit, that we would plunge headlong into a very strange darkness. I had been so careful to avoid everything I had ever wanted to do with a girl when I was alone with Jamie. I don't understand what I did or why I did it.

My hand, with no real though on my part, came up, and with the backs of my fingers, I brushed the side of her warm cheek. My thumb strayed out to feel her hair. I felt her head press gently but firmly into my touch. I felt like I was falling. I felt hot inside. My heart was cooking in my chest. My lungs didn't know how to pump. I tasted that same feeling on the back of my tongue as I tasted when I was afraid. 

She turned and melted into me. Her arms, sliding around my body, tightened and held me, as much, I was certain, to keep me there as to feel my body against her own. My head was filling with all sorts of impulses. Run, stay, touch, kiss, escape, feel.

She lifted up and pressed her soft lips to me, shocking both of us with the sensation and opening a floodgate that couldn't close again. 

She was heat and silk and intoxicating. Her breath came hard and made my skin tingle as she moved over me. I slid my fingertips along her neck and over her shoulders. The feeling of her skin was making me crazy. My hands shook as I ran my fingers into her hair. It was hitting me all at once.

We laid there for what seemed the whole night. We kissed slow, fast, whatever we could think of. We had years of experience to get through in one night. We would never be able to do it. We settled for what we could.

"I don't want to have sex tonight. I don't want to hurt. Later, for that, alright?"

I just kissed her. She slid down and knelt between my legs on the floor. I was swimming in a cloud. I couldn't think. I wanted it, and I wanted it so bad it hurt, but I didn't want her to do it just because she thought she should do something. I started to tell her that she didn't have to do that. 

"Shh. I want to. Now, lie back, and don't speak. Don't speak at all. We don't need to." Her little fingers worked at my belt buckle, and then to my pants, and then my zipper. She pulled the pants by the waistband, slipping her fingers in and catching my underwear too. I lifted my hips to allow her easier access. She pulled it all away and slid them over my feet. I felt incredibly exposed. Not just my nudity, but in all the time we had loved each other we had never so much as skinny dipped. Suddenly, we were taking that big step to something more. We couldn't turn back now.

My penis was sticking straight up. I don't think she had ever seen one before, and she looked uncertain as to what to do. I pulled off my T-shirt and threw it in a pile with my jeans. She stood up and slowly took off her nightgown. She wore nothing underneath. Her tiny, elegant body was magnificent in the low, flickering, blue light of the basement. Her breasts were small, teardrop shaped handfuls, and her skin was intoxicating. I could have stared at her forever. Between her legs, I had expected a thick patch of dark hair, only to see a tiny run of fine hair that may as well have not been there for all the good it seemed to do.

She stood there, almost shy, waiting as I looked at her lovely body. I just smiled. Words would have ruined it. She blushed and gave a tiny laugh at my approval. She moved again between my knees, knelt down, and placed her hot hands along the tops of my thighs.

After a moment, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock. I almost jumped from the couch. She looked worried at my reaction. I smoothed her hair with my hand and smiled again. She felt more confident and slid her hand along my dick. Her other hand joined the action, and started rubbing the underside of my cock. I was breathing hard thorough my nose, and wasn't sure how long I could take her attention.

I felt her hot breath on my dick before I felt the warm, moist tentative touch of her tongue on my skin. She started at the head and twirled around it, and then down the length of the shaft. When she engulfed the whole thing in her virgin mouth, I nearly cried out. She went slowly, and it was a bit awkward at first. She didn't know what to do with her tongue once I was inside her. But it felt like heaven. I wasn't about to criticize her technique. She moved slowly up and down, finally using her tongue on every motion. She sucked on it until her cheeks caved in, and occasionally she would let it out completely, making a tiny popping noise.

I let my hands run through her hair, feeling its silky texture and the warmth of her skin underneath it.

She was really getting into the blowjob, moving her head around, letting it slip out of her mouth and then back in. She ran her tongue all along the shaft, sliding down, letting her tongue trace around my balls. It was all very new, and at the same time, it was completely genuine. It was for her benefit. It was for my benefit. It was a way to give pleasure and to a way to be closer at the same time.

Jamie put her mouth back over my cock, licking it first, finding a rhythm she liked. We moved together, my hips raising every so often, her mouth moving up and down, warm, and wet on my dick. Jolts of pleasure shot through my body, threatening to end it all far to soon. I pulled her off me before I lost it.

I guided her back on the floor and gently spread her legs. She understood what I was going to do, and took a deep breath as her fists clenched at her sides. She bit her lip, and pulled her feet in close to her body.

I lay down on the floor, situating myself between her thighs, letting her legs drape over my shoulders. She was warm and smelled like clean peaches. I looked at the small slit between her legs, never having seen it, and ran my fingers along the smooth plump lips. She twitched, gave a small squeal, giggled, and let my fingers continue their exploration. She was moist, and her skin was starting to sweat. I licked the inside of her thigh and she moaned, her body relaxing as she drifted into the same state of pleasure I had just been in.

I lowered my head and let my tongue run the length of her pussy. I pushed in just a touch, and she moaned. She ran her hands up her naked belly and massaged her tits. Her legs twisted around on my back, and her heels dug into my spine. I moved my tongue around inside her, tasting her, smelling her. I flicked my tongue over her clit, causing her to jump a bit. I kept my tongue in her pussy, and brought my thumb up to work her sensitive button. She was getting wetter, grinding her mound into my face, making noises that almost sounded like she was in pain. Her legs clamped around my neck, pressing my face to her cunt, and I felt her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. She came hard, surprising me, but flooding my mouth with her climax.

She let her legs slide down off my shoulders, and sat forward as I pulled myself up to face her. We sat together, her legs over mine, and our bodies nearly touching together. She stretched up as best she could and I leaned down to meet her in a slow, burning kiss. She ran her tongue along my mouth, tasting herself, and licking what was left of her orgasm from my lips and chin. Small, doting kisses covered my face. I felt her hands slide down between us and gently grab my still hard cock. She ran her hand along her pussy, dipping her fingers inside, scooping up what juices she could, and slathered my cock with them. She slowly gave me a hand-job, letting her fingernails play up along the sensitive head. Both hands were working me, up and down, slow then fast, making it feel better than it had ever been.

Her mouth was back to mine, tasting and licking. We kissed like lovers. We moved slowly in that. Her tender lips rubbed against mine, and the tip of her tongue would dart out and graze my mouth as we broke for air.

Her small breasts pressed against my chest. Her nipples were hard and she moaned when they rubbed along my skin.

Her hands were still moving on my dick. I was getting close. I broke away from her mouth and threw my head back to hold my orgasm off as long as I could. I felt like I was on fire. Jamie realized what I was doing and slid off my lap, setting her self in front of me, still holding my cock.

She put her entire mouth over my dick, swallowing it as far as it would go. Her nose bumped my pelvis. Her throat pulsed around me, swallowing out of reflex, or instinct, or nervous reaction. It was all I could take. I felt my balls tighten up and I came hard. She had me partway into her throat, nearly gagging herself until she started to inhale through her nose. I shot spurt after spurt into her, until she had to pull off me to breathe. A last spurt hit her on the cheek as she pulled away. She jumped at the sensation. Her hand came up and wiped it off, and then she licked it clean.

I sat there catching my breath and trying to take it all in. Whatever line I had been afraid of crossing had been completely obliterated. I didn't know what to do. We didn't simply succumb to impulse. That was a product of the pent up feeling of years worth of need. We did what we did because we wanted to, not because we just felt like it. But that didn't tell me what to do after that. How were we supposed to act after that? How were we supposed to treat each other? We couldn't just keep going as we had over the last few years, and we couldn't just leap into something more.

"We'll just take it as it goes, Les," she said. She had been staring at my face and, apparently, it was easy to read. Though, she might have been thinking the same thing.

However it would go, we would deal with it. I loved her, and that wouldn't change. As we lay there, that last night at home, we made plans. We would have to be careful. It would destroy the family if anyone was to find out, and we didn't want that.

Laying there, holding her body against mine, I knew it was right. It fit. We fit. It was that simple.

END

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Thank you for taking the time to read "Parting". I would invite you to read my other stories, and as always, feedback is both welcomed and encouraged. 



Parting Gesture



In the June when Melanie Johnson was twenty, she moved from the little mining town in western Pennsylvania where she was born to Washington, D.C. The jobs up her way were few and poor, and she hoped that she would be better off there. 

She was wrong, at least in the short run. The work wasn't all that steady then, with a lot of federal cutbacks throwing everything off. Even so Melanie thought she would have made it, if it weren't for a couple of robberies and her own bad judgement in picking boyfriends. She had not in any sense had much experience with men before she moved to D.C., but she learned a lot in the year she was there. Some of it too late. 

Melanie Johnson met Frank Taylor at about the time she first moved down. He was introduced to her as a friend of somebody who worked with her in her first job, and he kind of crossed her path time and again; parties, the neighborhood supermarket, just seeing him on the street. He was always polite and friendly, and a couple of times -- well, it's like this. 

Most of that year she was living with a man whose name doesn't matter here, because Melanie worked on forgetting it herself. He was the first man she ever lived with. He moved in with her halfway through that year and he locked her out of the apartment near the end of it, after a fight. 

Melanie knocked on Frank's apartment door at one o'clock on the Monday morning in April that the fight took place and she stayed there for three days until she could get her (now-ex)boyfriend thrown out of the apartment. 

Frank loaned her the money to buy a new lock then. Earlier in the year he had come in and identified what was wrong when the toilet acted up. At the end of that year he helped her pack and ship her stuff back to Pennsylvania. She had given up on living alone for a while and was going to move back in with her parents. It takes much less money to starve up there. 

While Melanie was packing up she was thinking that Frank had been such a good friend that she wished she had money to buy him a nice something for a going-away present. Silly, of course, since if she had any money she wouldn't be going away. Melanie was just thinking that thought as she set down a box of clothes and turned around. 

Frank had been placing books into a carton while he admired the way Melanie's boobs filled out her t-shirt and her legs moved so nicely in her shorts, and was a bit embarrassed that she caught him at it.

She smiled at him, and suddenly realized that she certainly did have something that he liked, which it would cost her no money to give to him if she wanted to. She had never thought of him that way, but she could have done worse. She damn well had, for most of this year. 

When they took the last boxes into the Greyhound station to ship north, Melanie told him that she was going to turn in the apartment keys to the landlord on Sunday morning, the next day, and she asked him if he would be home in the afternoon. He said yes, he usually was on Sundays. 

Melanie went back to her apartment that night and slept on an air-mattress. It was kind of strange and bare; what hadn't been shipped had been sold or given away, except for what would fit in one suitcase. She lay there before drifting off to sleep thinking about Frank and wondering whether she really should follow her impulse toward him. He was considerate in many other things; how would he be where it could count the most?

She showed up at his place about one the next afternoon with her one suitcase in hand. She greeted him with a kiss -- the first time she had ever kissed him -- and Melanie said: "Frank, you've helped me a lot this past year. You've fed me at times. You put me up the time John locked me out of my apartment. Maybe more important, you've given me someone to talk to, and given me a lot of good advice -- I wish I'd had the sense to take more of it." 

"I don't think I've done any more than common decency requires," he told her. 

"Frank, you just don't know what you are talking about! It's nowhere near common in this world. I couldn't pay you enough money for what you've done for me in this past year. I don't even have the money to buy you a proper gift, but I can certainly give you one thing that you haven't had, which I could plainly see that you wanted, and that's my body. That's what I came here for today." 

Frank was kind of taken aback by this. 

He said after a bit: "You're right in thinking that I have admired your body at times. You have a very nice figure and a cute face. The only thing that has kept me from trying to go after you is that you were hooked up with John pretty much from the time that you moved down here. 

"But do you really think, Melanie, that you want to do a thing like this? This seems, well, too much like a business deal. I'd wonder about your self-respect. Or have you really been wanting me yourself all this time?" 

"Yes and no," she replied. "Yes, I really want to do this. No, I haven't really wanted you all this time, or at least I haven't been thinking about it all this time. But the more I think about it now, the more I think I should have been wanting you. You are a good man, and I want to say goodbye in a way that we both will remember." 

"Well," Frank said as he pulled her to him, "I can think of possibilities there..." 

Over the next few minutes they carefully undressed each other. They were both a bit nervous and excited; the nervousness may not have shown much, but the excitement had its physical aspects and that was a plus, probably. 

The signs of Frank's excitement became very noticeable in a short time. While Melanie would not claim that she'd seen a lot of erections, his was thicker than any she had ever seen before. She had a lot of trouble looking at anything else once the bulge started showing, and even more once it was exposed. 

When they were both naked, Frank spread a towel across the bed and turned on the shower. They stepped in it together. When they had washed clean, with only a few touches and fondlings to detour them, he took Melanie in his arms and held her close. They kissed each other, long deep kisses, until they felt the log of flesh hot between their bellies. She reached down to touch it and said, "This is certainly nothing like a business deal now. Maybe it's a challenge. How do you keep from being talked about with something like that going for you?" 

"I try to stick to women who keep their mouths shut," he told her mock-sternly. 

"Oh, my, shutting my mouth on that would be a very nice idea!"

Frank groaned at her joke. She dropped down then and shut her mouth for a while, stuffed it and stretched it really, and soon he groaned again for different reasons. 

When Melanie broke off to smile up at him, he pulled her to her feet to kiss her again. Then he put his hand between her legs and used his fingers until she was as wet inside as she was out. He finally inserted a finger and ran it around to feel the ridges inside of her. Then he leaned back against the wall, put his hands on her behind, and lifted her. Melanie put a hand down to guide him, and she took a long breath in as his long tube went up and up.

The force of gravity drove him into her as far as was humanly possible, a little more than was possible any other way. Then Frank stood up straight and lifted and lowered her on his pole, with her legs wrapped around him and her mouth open slightly. By a paradox, gravity gave them the closest thing on this earth to sex without gravity, and Melanie was thankful that she was small and light enough and Frank was strong enough for it to work. 

But his muscles grew tired in time, and they moved to the bed -- she now saw why he put the towel down -- where they continued with a long strong stroke of re-entry. It wasn't clear how long they continued, but he plainly was trying to make it last, and Melanie climaxed several times before that last exhausting rush of pleasure. Later he got up to turn off the shower. 

As they lay there drying, before they dozed off for a while, Melanie said to him: "Those people doing the fireworks on the Mall on the Fourth should come to you for advice..." 

Frank took her down to the Greyhound station when it got close to the time for her bus to leave. She told him that she wanted to write to him, and he promised that he would answer. It was slow and irregular on her part, but they both lived up to our promises. After another year she moved to D.C. again; but Frank was then involved with another woman. He was a wonderful man, Melanie felt, and she wished him happiness wherever he found it. 

When they walked into the Greyhound station, they went across the little park in the middle of the street and a street-corner shouter was holding forth. 

"And remember that the BIBLE tells you that the WAGES of SIN is DEATH!" 

While that preacher would certainly not approve, Frank thought maybe Melanie demonstrated something about the wages of virtue. The virtue of charity, at least.



Parting Gift



The sensation of her pussy stretching around the hard rod buried inside her was pure ecstasy. It was slightly thicker than her husband's dick and about two inches longer. Her new friend filled her up like she had never been filled before.

It was only a week ago that her husband had introduced her to this new friend. He was gone on a business trip and here she was in the living room riding this tool like a wanton slut.

She rocked back and forth driving the length deep inside and then slowly drawing it out to the tip before diving down again. Leaning back supporting herself with her arms behind her, hand planted firmly on the coffee table, she was able to see the full length of the shaft appear and disappear. Her juices were obviously visible as it ran down the length of the shaft and rolled off the balls at the base.

Throwing her head back and closing her eyes she thought to herself how naughty she was fucking her friend while her loving husband was away. She felt somewhat guilty for her actions but it was his fault bringing this friend into their relationship.

It had been five days since her husband left on his trip and the last sex she had was that morning. She normally had sex at least once every three days when he was home but that time frame pasted two days ago. She needed it and wasn't going to be denied the pleasure that sex gave her.

With her pleasure raising and her need for release soon approaching she reached up with one hand and started fondling her breast pulling, pinching, and flicking her nipple increasing the electricity flowing through her body.

As her climax drew ever closer she didn't hear the front door unlock, her mind was elsewhere. When she opened her eyes moments latter she saw her husband standing there next to the coffee table with an astonished look on his face. 

There she was completely naked, legs spread wide, feet planted on the edge of the table, one hand holding her up as the other manipulated her nipple in full view of her husband.

The first thing that went through her head was "I'm busted", but her body wouldn't let her stop the sexual action she was displaying. Her moment was so close and her sexual needs overrode her mental judgment to stop.

As she looked upon her husbands face she saw a change in his demeanor. He was becoming aroused seeing his wife act like the little slut that she was at that minute.

Before she knew it he ripped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and quickly as possible removed his pants and shorts in one move.

Now he was standing next to her naked with only his socks on pulling on his growing hard on. The sight of this sent her to the mountain top as her climax teetered.

She looked into his eyes and saw the desire in them as she continued bouncing on the hard rod between her legs.

Before she could formulate a good response to what she was doing he climbed up on the coffee table straddling her and her friend with his cock staring her in the face.

Without hesitation she leaned foreword taking his manhood into her mouth. This was new for her having a cock in her mouth as she fucked another. The rhythm of both cocks driving into her was awkward at first but soon she found the right motion to handle both with equal pleasure. As her orgasm hit, her moans vibrated through her husbands shaft deep down into his balls causing him to tremble as he lost control. His climax hit, releasing a fountain of hot cum splashing all over her firm breast.

Smiling at her he leaned down kissing her passionately as she collapsed all the way down the tool deep in her slippery folds.

As he climbed down from the table she took her free hand and scooped up some of his cum on her finger and tasted it. It was just like she remembered it, sweat and salty at the same time.

As she slowly stood up on shaky legs he helped steady her as he kissed her again telling her how much he loved her.

Like a true gentleman he helped her to the shower so she could clean herself off. As she climbed in he smacked her on the ass and said he loved his new naughty little slut.

Once she was finished with her shower she wrapped herself in a robe allowing him to jump in for a quick scrub.

As her husband showered she walked back out into the living room past the coffee table where she had just been fucked and coated in cum. Looking down at her new friend she reached down and tugged hard on the cock that she had just rode like a rodeo whore and popped it off the table.

She knew that her new best friend would be well used in the future.

Who would have thought that a dildo with a suction cup on the end would be such a great gift as a loved one goes away for a while?



Parting Gift



I hung up the phone a moment ago. It was the concierge calling; my car is downstairs.

I took a long, jasmine and vanilla scented bath this morning, easing the soreness from my body. Heels are fatiguing, and Anatoly's party kept me mostly on my feet for ten hours. I ordered a lumberjack's breakfast from room service. I only taste when I hostess here; I am always ravenous by morning.

This particular car, these moments alone in the suite, they are Anatoly's parting gift to me. I have played the part of his mistress for five years, but as we speak he is on an international flight, and it's not likely our paths will ever cross again.

I collect my garment bag and my big, slouchy leather satchel. I take a long look around the room, but it's only a hotel suite. There is nothing here to be nostalgic about.

Inside the garment bag is a red dress. Anatoly liked me in tight red dresses and big hair.

To be fair, Anatoly liked me in his Armani dress shirts, but the men he entertained in his hotel suite liked me in tight red dresses and big hair. They liked my tits spilling out of my tops. They liked my bawdy laughter and glossy lips. They liked that Anatoly was willing to share.

They liked that for Anatoly, for the price he was willing to pay for my time and affection, I would be their fantasy for a few stolen moments at one of Anatoly's lavish parties. Anatoly and I had many understandings during our five-year arrangement, and this was one: if I liked, I could entertain his friends and associates in various ways, and he would reimburse me for my efforts. It made him a popular host, and greased more than a few wheels.

Just last night, a young man, a newcomer to Anatoly's circle, shyly asked me if I would consider two men at the same time. I was nursing a glass of champagne after dinner, observing the assembly. There was a diplomat and his wife, both in their sixties, a cluster of younger, hungry-looking men, Anatoly's poker cronies, several notable bankers and lawyers, a state politician, one or two other girls I recognized--every world has its own smallness.

Anatoly woke this morning full of melancholy, forgetting as he thrust into me, his big hands palming my breasts, that his feathers lined my nest. He fucked me like a soldier leaving for the front lines. I rocked my hips up to meet him, taking him in as deep as I could, wrapping my legs around his barrel of a torso and holding tight to his arms.

He stopped just as the rhythm began to take me out of myself. He could feel the muscles in my cunt flex.

He rolled over on his back, cock hard and glistening with my wetness.

"Take your pleasure, my dear. I want to watch you come one last time."

I lowered myself over him, taking him in, knees pressed into the bedding; I held him there, feeling him stretch me, fill me up. I took his hands, placed them on my hips. With one hand, I rolled my nipple between two fingertips, the other hand I slipped between us, pressing a finger to my clit.

Anatoly never took his eyes off my face.

I held myself still until it was too much. I know myself well enough. Almost as soon as I began to move, the orgasm rolled over me. I rocked myself over the edge. Anatoly bucked his hips beneath me. I dozed afterwards; when I woke he was gone. He left a note:

Take your time, darling. A car is coming for you at noon. Take the necklace to a jeweler. It's as ugly as sin, but the stones are real. Do svidaniya, A.

I opened the velvet box under the note. The necklace was far uglier than sin.

The bellman who loads the car as I am leaving Anatoly's apartment reminds of the sharp-chinned young man who propositioned me last night.

"Excuse me." The young man was deferential as he approached, like a tentative greyhound, all long muscles and quiet power. "Miss Noire. I am Val—Valentin. Anatoly tells me you are open to sometimes other company?"

"Please, Val," I said with a smile and flutter of lashes, "call me Bianca. And yes. I am." I sipped at my champagne.

When his eyes came to rest on the bodyguard who loitered by the drinks cart, I admit I was surprised. 

"Would you consider ..." Here he paused. Here was a boy who loved his mother, or his sisters perhaps. He couldn't quite come out and say it to someone who looked like a lady.

"Only two?" The curve of my lips gave him permission to go on. He nodded once. I took his hand, turning it over. I stroked the fine skin on the inside of his wrist. "Come with me."

I led him to a spare room. My room, I suppose. Anatoly had no wife, and no desire for a live-in girlfriend. He liked his books and his cigar, his vodka and his peace. He kept me on a retainer to be his hostess and his lover when he needed me, and he preferred I keep a separate space for my extra-curricular activities. I brought Val through the door, stopping to almost close the door. 

"Take this." I handed him my champagne flute. He looked like he needed something to do with his hands. "Set it on the dresser."

I sat on a nearby chaise, crossing my legs to reveal a glimpse of stockinged thigh and gesturing to the chair at my dressing table. Val lowered himself gingerly, unbuttoning his suit jacket and plucking at his trouser legs.

"Tell me what you want." 

He drew a breath. "I want you to suck my cock while Dmitri fucks you from behind."

"Now," I say gently, "Was that so difficult?"

He laughs unsteadily.

"Text your friend. Ask him to join us." The door opened before Val cold even take his phone from his jacket pocket. Dmitri filled the doorway. He was built like a linebacker, a huge wall of muscle. I stood, smoothing my dress over my hips. "Welcome."

I gave my attention to Val who only nodded. I knew what they wanted, they needed me to make it happen.

I reached back for the zipper of my dress, but Val held up a hand. "Dmitri?"

The larger man moved behind me and pulled down my zipper, but his touch didn't linger.

I slipped the straps from my shoulders and shimmied the dress down over the black satin corset and garter I wore beneath. Val's eyes sparkled with approval. I held out a hand, which Dmitri took to steady me as I stepped out of the dress. I bent to retrieve the dress from the floor, giving them both a view of my bare ass under the garter.

Again, Val held up a hand. "Dmitri?"

The big man took the red dress from my hands and laid it carefully on the chaise. I ran a finger through my naked wetness, then sucked it clean.

A sheen of sweat broke on Val's brow. I crossed to him, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock was already hardening as I stroked him. I took his hand and led him to the bed. He knelt amidst the pillows and the downy comforter. I crawled to him, kneeling face to face with him and pushing his trousers down over his hips and his suit jacket back from his shoulders.

Behind me, I heard the clink of another belt and the easy rasp of a zipper.

Spreading my knees, I leaned over a pair of throw pillows and braced my elbows on the mattress. Val's low moan when I licked the underside of his cock was enough encouragement. With the tip of him resting on my tongue I drew him into my mouth as far as I could, letting him rub against the roof of my mouth. I sucked slowly, rolling my tongue under the head.

Val's hands dug into my hair, but he didn't pull. I could hear Dmitri working himself as I sucked. I found a gentle rhythm, using my lips to create the delicate friction I needed to keep him going. These two deserved to enjoy themselves. Val's fingers in my hair felt incredible; his cock twitched when I sighed against him.

I felt Dmitri's weight dip the mattress. Val's obvious pleasure was an aphrodisiac, and I knew I could take Dmitri whenever he was ready. His rough hands slid between the garter straps and my skin as he reached around my legs to pull my ass towards him.

He rammed his cock into me hard. The force pushed Val's cock deeper into my mouth and he groaned. I felt Dmitri swell inside me. Val reached down to flick my nipples. They were achingly tight and his touch flooded my pussy with fresh wetness.

Dmitri began to fuck me in earnest then, driving the tempo of Val's blow job. Val continued to work my tits, and the heat streaked straight to my clit. I moaned around Val's cock, sliding wetly in and out of my mouth, when Dmitri pressed a thick finger against my slippery flesh. 

I let the pleasure wash over me, reveled in their strong bodies. I became a vessel of desire, filling with a thrumming, shaking need for release. Val tensed and grunted, and the two men came together. My own orgasm broke like a tidal wave as they withdrew. 

It was Val who, after shrugging into his clothing again, offered me my champagne. "That was exquisite, Miss Noire." His respectful tone made me smile. I still lay over the pillows, my soaked cunt exposed, Val's juices on my lips. "Thank you, and my thanks to Anatoly as well."

Rolling over and sitting up, I took my glass. The big man was already gone. "You're very welcome, Val." I swung my legs off the bed and left him to tend to repairing my hair and cleaning up a bit. My return to the party was uneventful, except for an extravagant and knowing wink from Anatoly.

Pulling away from the hotel this morning with the velvet box in my bag, the memory sends a shiver shimmering over my skin, and I close my eyes.



Parting Gifts



Work had been difficult today, it seemed as though everything that could go wrong went wrong, and Luke felt like he was on the very edge. Angrily, he kicked the door shut and pulled at his tie, tossing it on the kitchen table before opening the refrigerator to pull a soda out. 

Scowling, he glared at the contents of his refrigerator, noting the week-old spaghetti that hadn't tasted right the first time around. Cursing, he tossed the bowl and its contents into the trash and slammed the door shut, feeling his anger mount. Man, he needed the feel of pussy, he thought, reaching down to rub his swollen cock through his pants. Smiling wryly, he picked up his cell phone to call Annabelle.

Fifteen rings later, Luke was even more furious. The bitch wasn't home. Picking up his keys, Luke left his apartment and headed over to see her.

The compact house sat on the end of a quiet street, surrounded by a colorful flower garden and neatly trimmed grass. Everything about Annabelle's house was like her—warm, inviting, and pretty. Luke smirked to himself as he pulled into the driveway next to her sedan and unfolded his long legs. Glancing in the mirror, he admired his profile and the icy blue of his eyes. Annabelle would do anything for him, he knew. It was nice to be adored.

The solid oak door seemed to mock him, and briefly Luke hesitated, his finger poised over the doorbell. Usually Annabelle was already at the door when she heard his car. Luke frowned, his quick anger beginning to mix with an unfamiliar dawning panic that made him even angrier. Feeling weak, instead he struck the door with his fist three times, the sharp rap startling his own ears.

The silence seemed to echo even louder than his knocking. Luke was about to leave when slowly the door began to open. Luke's eyes narrowed and he felt mystified as he took in Annabelle's pale face. Her silence lingered, and irritated, Luke responded in the only way he knew. "What the hell is going on?" He growled, pushing his way past her.

He heard the door close behind him and her footsteps following him down the hall. Her silence seemed as abrasive as her voice had seemed two weeks ago when he had last spoken to her. She was punishing him, he realized, infuriated. She was angry that he had not called, but what had she expected, pressuring him like that?

"Annabelle, knock it off. I hate when you get so fucking moody." Luke snapped, glaring at her. He raked his fingers through his dark hair and began to unbutton his shirt. "I feel like shit today. I need you," He continued, walking over to her couch and sprawling back on it. He reached down to lower his zipper and then reached out his hands to her. "Come here." He said.

Again, silence. Luke hesitated and then looked at her. She had not moved, her face, so delicate in the soft light, was pale but filled with resolve, and her gentle green eyes seemed vacant to him. She stood silently, her arms crossed protectively over her small but perfectly formed breasts.

"Annabelle." Luke repeated.

Those eyes rose to meet his, and Luke inhaled sharply, feeling as though she had slapped him. Gone was the look of longing, the soft admiration, the slow and loving smile. Annabelle looked back at him with eyes that told the impossible—she had let go of her passion, her desire. 

"Why are you here?" She asked, her voice lower than he remembered. Her tiny hand reached up to cover her eyes and he saw her brace herself and then lift her shoulders back. A small smile came to his lips as she drew herself up to her full—if diminutive 5'1. "I told you I don't want you here anymore." She whispered.

Luke sneered, his handsome face twisting into an ugly look as his eyes raked over her, the denim cutoffs, the white shirt, the pale blond of her neat braid. Her feet were bare and she wore no make-up. He had never seen her look this way, so unready for him, so unadorned. Still...she was even more beautiful then he remembered. Something stirred within him. Slowly, he smiled, feeling the rage coil dangerously within him, but carefully he concealed this.

"Annabelle, Annabelle..." He murmured, looking at her closely. "You didn't answer the phone, you haven't called...and here I am, and you act like it's nothing. Don't you love me?" He asked, his voice smooth, controlled, and very, very dangerous.

"It's never been about my love." Annabelle denied her voice soft, aching. "You don't love me, and you never have." Her eyes filled with tears and she shook her head. "I need more than this, it isn't enough, has never been enough."

"That's a lie." Luke said, flatly.

"Everything about us is a lie." She answered, crying. "I can't, anymore. Everyday I think to myself I can't, that you are killing me. I love you, I let you take me, and every time you leave me with less and less for myself." She turned from him, pressing her hands to her face. "I want you to leave me alone, I want it to be over. You are killing me." 

"Stop this bullshit." Luke snapped, feeling impatient and irritated by her dramatics. He stood and crossed the room quickly. He grabbed her arm and lowered his mouth to kiss her but she turned from him, pulling away briefly. Her eyes were fearful but determined, and her voice was hoarse as she yanked away from him. 

"No more." She said, fiercely. "I've had enough."

Luke studied her face for a moment, stunned by the rage in her eyes. Fear seized him, and he fought the unfamiliar emotion by tightening his hand on her arm. "I haven't.' He answered, just as fiercely, furious at his own weakness.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then Annabelle jerked, trying to free herself. Luke smiled grimly as he held fast to her, and then, slowly, he reached up to stroke her cheek. "Beautiful." He murmured, meaning it. She truly was, he realized.

Then, he slapped her.

Annabelle reeled back and fell to her knees, her expression stunned. Before she could get up, Luke grabbed her by her shirt and hauled her to her feet, feeling his heart race. He had never been as hard in his life! Laughing, he kissed her, crushing her mouth beneath his and forcing her mouth open with his tongue. She fought him, her movements suddenly panicked, and Luke felt himself grow dark as something primitive and intensely male seemed to take over his soul.

With one movement he tore her shirt from her, revealing her smooth white flesh. He lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking at her nipples as she struggled beneath him. Her fists work spastically, beating fiercely at him, but he held her beneath him easily, tearing her shorts from her body despite her desperate struggle to fight him. Hundreds of times she had give herself willingly to him, allowing him to use her over and over again. Images of her trembling and wet beneath him filled his mind, and the memory of her tight pussy wrapped around his cock made him ache with desire for her. He remembered her soft hair on his belly as she took him in her mouth, the soft cries as he rode her...

Luke felt himself swell, and brutally he tore the plain white panties from her, yanking them down her beautifully shaped legs and throwing them to the floor with the rest of her tattered clothes. His hands moved over her, seeking out the tight and secret places of her, the gentle curves of a body he had enjoyed any time he chose, a body she would now deny him.

"You belong to me, Annabelle," he murmured into her ears, licking at her tears, "You don't get to say 'No'."

Luke jabbed his knee between her legs and forced her open, exposing her body to him. She jerked, crying out as he lowered his hands to stroke her glistening lips. Her nipples hardened in response and she began to cry pitifully, closing her eyes and shaking her head pleadingly. Luke laughed and began to rub her, feeling her wetness spread.

He smiled to find her ready for him, and turned to kiss her again, feeling her go limp beneath him as he forced himself into her. She seemed tighter than he remembered, and he groaned as he brought himself into her until he was buried in her as far as he could go. The walls of her pussy seemed to pulse and the trembling of her body sent jolts of pleasure through his cock.

"You can deny me forever, but I will always possess you." He whispered, thrusting into her, feeling his pleasure mount and he stroked her softly.

He rode her gently, easing his hips into her in a way he never had before. She kept her face turned from him but he kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids as he made love to her, taking her with a gentleness he had never offered when she had given herself willingly. Her body was sweet and offered him a release from his anger, and Luke felt love for her unlike what he had known before as he sought to give her the pleasure she had always given him.

Her face was strikingly beautiful and drenched with tears. Despite himself, Luke felt his heart falter and he paused, groaning as he stared down at her face and at her tightly closed eyes. It was no use. "Annabelle..." He whispered, feeling suddenly ashamed, cursing himself.

Her eyes opened to stare sorrowfully at him, and Luke turned away, withdrawing from her body with a groan of disappointment. His cock burned, and he tried to ignore the intensity of his desire as looked down at her crying beneath him. Tears filled his own eyes and he covered his face. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, meaning it. "I didn't know I really loved you."

The silence between them lengthened and then her hands were on his arm. Luke looked up at her tear-stained face and felt his heart seize. "I hate how you've treated me, what you have done." She said.

"I know."

"I hate you as much as I have loved you." Her voice broke, "I hate that I want you despite this..."

Luke reached out to embrace her and she took him into her arms and drew him down and into her. "I hate you..." She repeated, and both them cried out as he made love to her for the first time in all the time had known her.



Parting Has Never Been So Sweet



Donna and I had been dating off and on for four years. We'd been though just about everything together. Everything from her divorce, infidelity, cheating on both sides, and yet we still loved or thought we loved each other. I was tired of feeling like I was doing all the work in the relationship and tired of dealing with her issues. I have my own but I didn't think that they were as bad as hers. 

I was sitting on her sofa thinking about one of my favorite subjects, sex, and how I was unsatisfied with the fact that sex had fallen off to once or twice a month. I'm a twenty-five year old male with a strong libido and sex twice a month doesn't cut it. 

"How about a quicky?" I asked. 

"You don't do quickies." She laughed not even taking her eyes off the television. It was true, we didn't do quickies. Donna had only one orgasm during sex and I wanted sex to be fun and last a while for her. She said that she felt too sensitive after the first orgasm to have another one. 

I thought about this for a few minutes and then responded. "How long is a quickie, five, ten minutes?"

"Between five and ten."

"Okay, seven minutes, average?"

"Yeah, okay." She shrugged.

"Okay, if one of us has an orgasm within seven minutes, I get to have sex with you whenever I want for the next two weeks."

"What do I get?"

"Whatever you want sex wise."

"No more sex."

"Okay." I shrugged. I had this one. I could masturbate in less than seven minutes and I could use her body to get myself off. I got off the couch and went to the kitchen and found a timer. I set it for seven minutes and headed for the bedroom. "You coming?"

"You mean right now?"

"I hope someone cums."

She smiled following me to the queen size bed where we began to shed clothes. I punched the button on the timer and we collapsed on the bed. I slipped inside of her and nestled her body under mine. My left arm cradled her shoulders and head and my right hand grabbed her ass lifting her to me. I pistoned in and out of her little sex box pressing myself to orgasm. She was moving quickly towards her own climax or at least it sounded like it. I felt the cum pulse in my vein and I pulled from her pussy to rub against her pubic bone and shoot long spurts of cum across her belly. 

"That was fast." She said looking at the timer with a minute left to spare. I turned it off and pulled on a condom over my half erect cock. She eyed me coyly. 

"What are you doing?"

"We're having sex again. Remember the bet?"

"Yes," she said somewhat deflated. "I want to be on top."

"Be my guest." I climbed on the bed and stretched out allowing her to straddle my hips and slowly lower herself onto my cock. She looked good there with her shoulder length black hair clinging to her tan, sweaty skin. Her B-cup breasts turned slightly upward making her erect nipples point more towards the ceiling than straight forward. I ran my hands up and down her sides feeling her muscles ripple and move as she swiveled her hips on top of mine. I was going to enjoy this two weeks. 

She leaned forward, putting her hands on my chest to support herself as her rhythm became more of a study in and out with my hips rising to meet hers. She rode me like that for a very long time enjoying the sensations of skin on skin, the feeling of me inside of her, my hands roaming her body from her breasts to her tight little ass. 

We made quite the pair, her at five feet tall and me at six feet three. Her blue eyes were closed tight against the world feeling the rise of her orgasm increasing speed and intensity crying out in low moans and groans. I held her hips down with my hands thrusting into her at the same speed she was rising and falling. My mouth found her little nipple sucking it in. Her pitch and tone increased as her orgasm overtook her. She collapsed on my chest panting hard. I let her lay like that for a few minutes, still stroking into her pussy. 

She pulled off of me and lay on her back. I rolled her onto her stomach and penetrated her from behind. I pinned her legs together under mine making her pussy feel even tighter and I began the work of getting myself off for the second time. I stroked against her and we worked together our bodies sweating and glistening in the low light from the street lamp filtering in through the venetian blinds. I shot my load into the condom stroking with fervor until I was done feeling the enormous release. I slid from her body and pulled off the latex sheath. I tossed it into the trash can and we lay naked beside each other. She was nestled against me, her head on my chest and her leg curled up on my stomach. She seemed to fit so perfectly against my body and I wondered again why we couldn't get through our problems. 

In the morning, we made love again. Well, it wasn't really love, more like she obliged me while I sweated out an orgasm using her body instead of my hand. At least that's what it began to feel like as the week rolled on. 

I worked, prepared of my cross-country move to Seattle, that is why I could take the no sex bet, and met a very nice girl by the name of Julie Triano. Julie stood five foot seven, had red hair that curled naturally around her shoulders and part way down her back. She looked at the world with brilliant green eyes and strutted her way around on impossibly long legs and show cased her c-cup breasts in low cut shirts. At first Julie and I talked about our current love interests and the more we talked the more disgruntled we both became and we both realized that we wanted the same thing, an uncomplicated fling. It was perfect, I was leaving in a month and we decided that we would have a secret affair. 

Julie had an incredible body that I fell in love with the moment her clothes came off her lighty tanned skin. She had a light smattering of freckles across the tops of the breasts and they dotted the rest of her body in various places. Her pussy was shaved completely bald. The only hair on her body was her eyebrows and the thick red main cascading over her shoulders. 

She helped me out of my clothes because I stopped undressing to watch her and was completely enthralled by the sight of her getting naked. Her hands stroked my penis gently as we stood chest to chest. My head bent and we kissed gently our lips never parting. It was deep and full and wonderful. We kissed for a long time holding each other tight and stroking the smooth warm skin of our bodies. 

Julie finally pulled me to the bed and laid down spreading herself wide. I knelt on the floor between her legs and slowly kissed from her knee to her thigh blowing warm air onto her glistening pussy watching the lips swell. I ran my tongue along the right lip and down the left stopping just above her anus and then running it up parting her lips, pressing deep into her. She moaned and pulled my head into her pussy. My mouth opened on her clit and I began to suck and run my tongue around her hardened clit. She tasted so good and the more she moaned, the more I wanted to please her. 

I worked my tongue around her clit writing the alphabet in cursive while humming the little A-B-C song. She began to buck and thrust by the time I got to H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P where the tone goes into a more of a bass or baritone part of the ditty. 

"Oh, shit, Ryan, I'm gonna cum, don't stop, don't stop!"

I didn't, I stroked her lips with my tongue, shoving it into her pussy and then went back to licking her clit humming the low H through P part of the song, mimicking the cursive slant of the letters. My hands were full of her breasts, fingers rolling over her nipples. My big hands palmed her breasts, the fingers caressed from her shoulder down and back up feeling the hardness of her nipple on my palm. 

"Yeah, baby, that's it! That's it, don't stop! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, I'm cumming!!" Her hips were off the bed filling my mouth with even more of her mound, forcing my chin into her pussy. I groaned into her humming and moaning, flicking, licking and sucking all at the same time. 

When she relaxed, I grinned up at her and she stroked the back of my head with her long fingers. 

"Did you like that?" 

"You can do that all night long, sugar!" 

I bent my head to her pussy and it wasn't long before she began to shudder in another orgasm. I couldn't get enough of her pussy. It was so clean and smooth; it tasted so fresh and sweet. I stroked her through several more orgasms before she wiggled away from me giggling. 

I climbed up on the bed and lay beside her as she calmed and caught her breath. I stroked her breasts, cupping them and running my fingers from her shoulders all the way down to their base. I ran my hands over her taut stomach, down to her pussy and along her legs and back up again. I wanted to own her, posses her, to fill her with such passion and to bring her to ecstasy again and again. I loved to hear her moan, I could tell when she was about to cum just by the tone of her voice, that and she would begin to tell she was going to cum.

I moved down and nestled my head on her shoulder and took her nipple into my mouth gently sucking on it and rolling it in my mouth. I would let it slip out grazing it with my teeth, then flick it with my tongue and she would moan in passion, her breath coming in sharp little inhales. I slid my arm under her and cupped her butt cheek. My left hand trailed to the mound of her pussy pressing my fingers into the folds and slipping inside her pussy. Her back arched as she took me in. I squeezed her ass hard and let my ring finger press against the brown rose bud of her anus. Her right hand moved to her clit and she began to gently rub it as I stroked her pussy with my finger. It didn't take long for her to climax. It was over stimulation in so many places. I stroked her pussy with my finger and she immediately climaxed again. Her hand reached for my cock and began to stroke it. 

I gasped as she touched it and then she moved and was on me. She was between my legs and her mouth devoured my cock. I could feel the head pressing on the back of her throat. Oh, she was going to make me cum. Her hands stroked my saliva covered cock as her head continued to bob up and down. She pulled me from her mouth and ran her tongue around my swollen head and licked the area where the head meets the shaft. My hips arched up trying to force myself into her mouth again. My fists were wadded in the sheets of her bed trying to keep me from floating off into heaven. 

Her finger nails grated the skin of my hips just as she took me all the way into her mouth and my hips bucked up forcing me deeper. I wanted to cum so bad. She sensed my urgency and began to steadily stroke me using her hand and mouth. Her fingers fondled my balls, scrapping against the skin with her nails. She pressed against my anus rubbing gently, all the time sucking on me. I bucked into her as she moved up and down again and again until I felt the cum begin to rise and finally I groaned I was cumming and released my seed into her ready mouth. Julie stroked me until I was limp and then released me from her mouth. 

"I've never had a woman get me off while giving me a blow job." I said. It was true; I'd never had a woman make me cum while sucking me off. I just couldn't relax enough to do it and here was a woman that clearly knew the way to my loins. 

She smiled a grin of lust and self assurance before sliding up to kiss me. We lay there kissing, our bodies cooling off, rebuilding strength for the next round. Julie felt me growing under her, pressing against her thigh like hardened steel. I held her loosely, stroking her back, rubbing her small ass, feeling it in my hands, so small and firm, running my fingers along the crack and rubbing the spot where the two cheeks joined her lower back, a small triangle of sensitivity. 

Julie shifted her legs, spreading them down over my stomach and then pushed herself backwards until the head of my cock was pressed against her pussy. She reached back, grasped my cock and rubbed the head along her slit, around her clit and slowly began to slide it inside of her. She felt so good, just being barely inside, I couldn't wait to be all the way in but she took her time not rushing the feeling of impaling herself with my cock. She slid in and out, gradually taking me deeper and deeper inside until I was all the way in. 

She let out a long sigh and then pressed herself up so she was sitting on my hips. She pulled me up so we were sitting together. She wrapped her legs around me and I scooted to the edge of the bed where I could spread my legs wide apart so she could drop between them and I would penetrate her as deeply as I could. She leaned back putting her hands on my knees feeling my cock head press against her g-spot. 

Julie's head rolled back on her shoulders. He eyes were closed feeling the intense pleasure of two bodies working together towards ultimate climax. I leaned back on one arm and reached with my right to caress her breasts. I took a nipple in my fingers and pulled, gently twisting it before letting it slide from my grasp. Her moans told me she liked it and I massaged her breasts and nipples more, running my hand over both her breasts, spreading my hand wide so my fingers touched one nipple and my palm touched the other. 

Her thrusts came faster and her gyrations harder as the orgasm swept over her body. She reached up and wrapped her right arm around my shoulder, her back bowed out and her left hand massaging her clit as we rocked together again. I leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth. The bouncing movement of bodies prohibited me from keeping it in my mouth so I stuck my tongue out and each time she moved, her nipple flicked against my tongue driving her to the edge again. She pulled herself tight against me clutching me to her breasts as she came.

She held herself there for what seemed like a long time. She finally pulled back and kissed me.

"You're pretty good at this."

"You're pretty damn good yourself." I said as I rolled her over onto her back. My hips began a fast paced thrust pushing me towards climax and she joined with me working herself to another orgasm. It took a few minutes but I was finally there feeling the cum rise from my balls. I pulled out and doused her belly with shot after shot of my juices. After a few minutes, I grabbed a towel from her laundry basket and wiped away the stickiness of our love making and then lay back down beside this incredible woman. 

It was Julie's idea to take Donna down a different and darker road of sexuality. I was leaving and Donna knew that we weren't going to be together very much longer. Julie outlined what I was to do to Donna and then she led me step-by-step exactly what I was supposed to do. We acted out the parts on her bed pressing each other into intense orgasms. Then we made plans one step further. If Donna didn't freak out over the first night, then the second night would be more devilish fun. 

I worked on Friday and got off at three-thirty like normal. I went home, showered and shaved my pubic region removing all traces of hair from my balls and lower abdominal region. I normally keep this area well trimmed but at Julie's encouragement, I shaved it. She didn't like being pricked by my short hairs and she thought it was more arousing with the skin on skin sensation. 

After a shower, I waited until Donna got off work at five and arrived home at five-thirty. When she arrived home, she freshened up and we went for a drive for supper. We had a favorite BBQ joint off the beaten path that served up great ribs, pulled pork, fresh brewed sweet tea and collard greens among other favorite dishes. We ate and talked about what had happened in the last week. I hadn't been around as often as I normally was. I told her I was busy preparing to move.

With dinner complete, we went back to her apartment. We sat down on the sofa and she cuddled up to me while she flipped through the channels looking for something interesting. My cock was hard because I wanted sex and I began to massage her shoulders, rub her stomach and then in frustration of having to warm her up, I reached under her shirt and loosened her bra.

"You're moving fast tonight." She said raising her arms above her head as I slid her shirt off. 

I could feel her muscles straining against me, flexing, convulsing, and her whole body shaking on top of mine as I held her tight against me. She let out animalistic groans and moans with each buck of her body. I thrust against her, pressing up as she came down driving myself further inside of her making her moan and scream in passionate ecstasy. I was afraid someone was going to call the cops she was so loud.

Her back was pressed against my stomach and her hands cupped her breasts, rolling, squeezing, twisting, at her nipples trying to pleasure herself in ways she never before imagined. My cock was buried in her backdoor, covered in lubricate, sperm and the flood of her juices. My right hand had two fingers buried deep inside her pussy, my fingers ached and were beyond cramped but I was afraid to stop. Never before had this woman experienced such intense orgasms. Never before had she had more than one during sex. Tonight she had more than she could count. My fingers were like pistons slamming in and out, my cock ached for release and our sweat mingled and ran from our bodies into sheets already soaked with our bodily fluids. 

A half hour ago, I had lubricated my cock and her backside generously and penetrated her from behind in doggy style and then without warning, I had slipped myself deep into her backdoor. I pressed her to the bed, holding her still listening to her whimper and cry, begging me to pull out. Gradually she became use to me inside of her and then I began slow thrusts. She was so tight and I came inside of her asshole. I held her down, letting my cock gather strength and it never went limp as I continued to stroke inside her.

I rolled over so she was on top of me and I began to massage her pussy and her tits until she was overcome with an orgasm so powerful that I thought she was going to break in half. I placed her right hand on her breast and her left hand on her clit. My right hand buried itself into her snatch with my left on her other tit and we began a rhythm that had yet to stop. 

I twisted, catching her nipple in my mouth sucking on is as hard as I could and then flicking it with my tongue. She came again, her body so stimulated that it was impossible for her not to react. I felt the boiling of my balls again and I told her I wanted to cum again. 

"Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy with your cock, please!" She begged. 

I pulled out of her and she guided me into her wet snatch. I fucked her hard pounding up against her writhing body willing myself to cum. 

"Do it, baby, fuck my pussy. I want to watch you cum! Pull out and shoot it all over me!"

I'd never heard her talk like this before. I must have flipped the right switch. I slammed harder trying to get myself off, forgetting all about her and her delicate body pressing myself to the edge. I felt the first wave of cum course up through my vein and I pulled out shooting a geyser up into the air. The white ropes of cum lay across her glistening body, a stark contrast to her tan skin. Her pussy rubbed my shaft up and down bringing her to a final climax. 

We lay there breathing hard. She rolled off of me and cuddled up beside me smearing my skin with the stickiness of cum. 

"You going to lick that off of me?" 

She twisted and began to run her tongue along my side taking in the large drops of cum that had transferred to me. She showed me the spooge on her tongue and then swallowed. Then she lapped up the rest of the cum from my side and then ran her fingers over her belly coating them into a cumsicle before licking them clean. 

I lay on my stomach between her legs and began at her anus, licking up over her pussy, cleaning our juices from between her legs and then up over her pubic bone to her belly, along the outlines of the ropy cum lines and then to her nipples. I licked and sucked on each feeling my cock hardening again. I pressed it to her swollen lips. She tried to push me away but I held her down. She begged me to stop and not to fuck her again but I couldn't help myself. I was swollen and hard again. I needed the relief. I penetrated her pussy and stroked to my relief dropping more cum on her belly. This time she didn't climax but lay passive as I took her body and used to for the sole purpose of getting myself off. 




Parting Has Never Been So Sweet



We lay there panting and sweating, our bodies cooling in the dark room. I heard the neighbor in his bedroom through the wall. He must have enjoyed our performance, he was flying solo tonight. I looked at Donna and we both started laughing. 

In the morning, we showered and then decided to go to Virginia Beach. It was a beautiful spring weekend and the sun was shining and a breeze was slack off the ocean. She packed a bag and then we drove over to my place so I could change clothes. Donna waited in the car while I threw on cargo shorts over swim trunks, a t-shirt and sandals, then grabbed a towel and called Julie. I told her we were headed to the beach. Julie asked how things went last night and I told her that Donna was very receptive. Julie said with a smile in her voice, "so we're on for tonight?"

"It's a go."

"Good, I think I'll head for the beach and watch for you guys, maybe we'll accidentally run into each other."

"It would be a pleasure." I said and then we said good bye and rang off. I skipped back to the truck and we headed for the beach.

"You're in a particularly good mood today." Donna commented as I shoved the transmission into second gear. I let the truck wind up and stabbed the clutch as we rolled to the end of the road and stopped for the sign. Then we were out on Ocean View Drive headed for Virginia Beach. 

I parked and we found a spot to spread our blanket near the pier and I texted Julie where we were at. I couldn't wait to see her in her bathing suit. Donna was stripping off her shirt and shorts to her blue bikini that I'd helped pick out last summer. She looked good in it even if she had a bit of extra weight on the hips. 

I went for a quick swim while Donna lathered suntan lotion on her body. When I got back, she had me spread lotion on her back.

"Can I borrow you to do my back too?" I heard Julie ask. I glanced up. She was in a tiny brown bikini. I looked at the little tie straps on her hips and wanted desperately to loosen them. 

"Sure." I said. I finished Donna giving her a nice little massage trying to cop a feel while not bringing attention to it so everyone on the beach could see.

Donna rolled over and I walked over to where Julie was laying on her towel. She had a bottle of fifty proof sun screen and a Nora Roberts paperback laying beside her bag. She sat up and handed me the bottle of lotion. I spread some across my hands and began to work it around on her shoulders and back. 

"She is cuter than I had imagined."

"You think I would date an ugly girl?"

"No, I didn't think that. You're going out with me and I'm much prettier than she is."

This is true and she was. I wouldn't kick either of them out of bed for eating crackers.

"Anyways," Julie continued, "I'm really looking forward to tonight now."

"You and me both." I finished coating her back. Donna was watching us closely. 

"You know she is staring at us, right?"

"Yes, I think she is jealous."

"Then let's make her really so." Julie wiggled her body around so she was lying on the towel and then slid her bottoms down so that the tops of her cheeks were showing along with about an inch of her crack. "Lather me up, baby."

I squeezed more lotion on her skin and then worked it in with my thumbs smearing it across the top of her cheeks and into her crack massaging the little triangle of skin at the base of her spine and the tops of her cheeks. She moaned. 

"Okay, I'd better stop or she'll know something is up."

"If you must, I expect a very nice massage this evening."

"I'll call you when I'm set up."

"Looking forward to it," I skated away to Donna again.

"Do you know that girl?"

"I've never met her before."

"You looked awful chummy." She rolled onto her back and I leaned over and kissed her. 

"Don't worry."

"I should be." Her hand was gripping my erection.

"Don't make a big deal about it, Donna. I'm here with you and that's what matters. I'm going for a swim." I jumped up and jogged to the water and dove in. The coolness didn't drive away my erection. I let the waves roll over me while my eyes bounced between the two women in my life. 

It was late in the afternoon when we packed up our gear and headed for the truck. We stopped at the Jewish Mother and had sandwiches for supper and then walked back up to the beach and got ice cream at the Dairy Queen stand. We watched two bums get into a fight. 

We drove back to my place and I grabbed a change of clothes and then headed for Donna's apartment. Donna didn't like my roommate and so she never spent much time there. Back at her place, we showered to rinse off the sand and lotion. I texted Julie while waiting for Donna to finish her shower.

She got out and we helped each other dry off and fondled our bodies. I set her down on the toilet and produced a razor and shaving cream. I used a wash cloth with very hot water to wash her pussy and then spread the cream across her scruff. A few minutes later, I had her pussy bald as the day she was born. I used the hot wash cloth to again wash her pussy and clean away the shaving cream. I was eager to begin feasting on her sweet slit but there were other things to be done first. 

I led her into the bedroom and had her sit down on the edge of the bed. I then produced ropes that I had tied to the bed earlier and secured her legs so that they were spread wide and dangled over the edge and then I made her lay down so I could secure her arms in a spread eagle position. I pulled a silk scarf from her dresser drawer and used it to make a blind fold. She was nervous but I reassured her talking to her, stroking and caressing her body. We talked about last night and how much fun it was. I slid between her spread legs and could feel the heat from her pussy. It glistened in the low light and I blew gently on it watching the lips swell and her clit protrude. I bent my head to her lips and ran my tongue from her anus to her clit listening to her moan at the sensation. I licked and sucked on her pussy for a while, grinding my chin into her hole as my mouth sucked on her clit. She wanted more and my cock was raging hard. I stood and slipped it deep into her pussy feeling the relief of having it buried inside her. 

I slipped out and kissed her on the mouth letting her taste her juices on my lips then rolled off the bed. I went to the door and slipped it open. Julie was standing outside. I let her in and we fell into each other's arms. We kissed while she stroked my cock and I worked on undressing her.

"Ryan?" 

"Yeah, baby, I'll be there in a sec."

Julie finished undressing and she grabbed me before we went back to the bedroom. She pulled me to her and stuffed my cock inside her pussy. I fucked her hard on the counter until she came biting my shoulder to keep from making any noise. 

Back in the bedroom, she ran her hand over Donna's body feeling her breasts, touching her nipples and then knelt between her legs and began to sweetly lick the swollen clit. 

"I don't know what it is, but that's different and I really like it." Donna said. 

I reached up and cupped a breast rolling the hard nipple in my hand and stroking my cock with my other. Watching Julie eat the pussy of my girlfriend was turning me on in ways I never knew existed. I needed to screw something. My hand was what I was getting right now. Julie looked up at me and saw the difficulty I was having and raised herself up so I could slip into her from the back. I penetrated her feeling her wet tightness slip around me and instantly calm my ache. Now a new ache grew it was the the need to cum. I pressed against her harder and harder driving her mouth deeper and harder against Donna. 

Donna was straining against her bonds feeling the stirrings of an orgasm. Her arms were flexed against the ropes straining and pulling as she stroked against Julie's mouth. She groaned and cried out that she was cumming and Julie's body shuddered in response to my urgings. I felt the cum begin to rise just as Julie pulled away from me. The cum settled back in my balls like lead. 

She guided me down to Donna's pussy and I slid inside of her. I pressed hard and deep, stroking towards my release when Donna cried out again that she was about to cum. I saw Julie climb onto the bed and then take one of Donna's nipples into her mouth. Donna's body arched upward as the orgasm washed over her and I stroked a few more times before pulling out. 

"I'm cumming!" I groaned and shot rope after rope across Donna's body from her tits to her clit. Some was running down to her neck and Julie bent her mouth forward and licked it off. She ran her tongue over the lines of cum pulling them into her mouth and swallowing them down. 

Donna's head pulled up. "Ryan, what's going on?"

"Are you having a good time?"

"Who's here in the room with us?"

I looked at Julie and she shrugged. I reached up and pulled off the blindfold for Donna to see Julie cleaning off her cum covered skin and me lying beside her.

"You." She said to Julie.

"Yes, me." She said lifting her head and swallowing the last bit of cum. 

Donna struggled against her bonds as Julie bent her head to one of the nipples that was beginning to soften. She popped it into her mouth and Donna couldn't help but let out a loud long moan. I leaned down and took the other nipple into my mouth and slipped my hand south to her pussy. Julie had beaten me to it. Her hand was massaging Donna's clit. I slid my hand down further and played my fingers across her slick, wet pussy. My ring finger was on her right lip, my middle finger in her slit and my index finger on her left lip. I played my fingers up and down her pussy listening to her moan, feeling her body thrust and rise. I slipped a finger into her juicy pussy as deep as I could and then slipped a second finger inside coating it with juices. I pulled out the second finger and then placed it by her anus and used the juices to lubricate my finger as it slid inside her. Donna bucked hard feeling all the attention on her body, the over stimulation of her senses. Her hips danced in tune with the movements that Julie and I choreographed with our fingers. It didn't take long for her to climax. 

Julie pulled her fingers back and I followed her. She leaned across Donna's body and kissed me on the lips. When she pulled back, she said "I want you to lick my pussy."

Julie turned and straddled Donna and placed her pussy down in Donna's face. I maneuvered around back to watch the action. Donna began to tentatively lick the sweet cum from Julie's pussy and then she began to get more and more into it moving up and down the swollen slit, licking the clit and thrusting her tongue into Julie's pussy. I got in close and licked her pussy and Julie moved so the Donna could suck on her clit and I could lick her pussy. Together we brought Julie to orgasm. 

I got to my knees and slipped inside Julie's pussy. I felt my balls scrapping across Donna's forehead and then I felt her mouth on them as I pushed in and out of Julie. Donna alternated between my balls and Julie's clit. I could watch Julie leaning down to lick between Donna's legs and then cup her own breasts teasing the nipples. Julie released another orgasm. We moved like this for a while longer, Julie eating Donna, me inside Julie and pulling out so Donna could lick my shaft and suck on the head of my cock. 

Julie and Donna both came again and then Donna asked if she could be untied. Julie and I released her from the bonds. She stretched her cramped muscles and then smacked me hard across the face.

I rubbed my cheek from the stinging blow. "What the hell?"

"That's for lying to me on the beach and then tying me up and having the balls to let HER in here."

Julie, who was sprawled on the bed looked at Donna and asked, "Did you have a good time?"

Donna grudgingly admitted that she had enjoyed herself.

"Good, because our boy hasn't cum a second time yet and I know that he is still raring to go. Look at that cock, stiff as a flag pole and you only fucked that thing twice a month?"

"It was getting boring and I wasn't into it."

"I hear it's been getting much better."

"Yes, it has." She looked at me like I wasn't supposed to be spilling our intimate secrets to this woman she didn't know.

"Come lie on the bed." Julie said to me and I complied. She crawled between my legs and began to lick my cock. She was right, it hadn't been down yet this evening, even after cumming, I'd stayed hard. I guess that is what having two women will do for you.

Julie turned to Donna and motioned for her to join her. Donna climbed on the bed and the two started licking and sucking on my shaft again. Julie went down on my balls and then Donna swallowed me whole almost choking as the purple head pressed into her throat. They took turns working on me and I propped a pillow behind my head so I could watch. 

After awhile, I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to be in a pussy. They were great at what they were doing, but it wasn't the same as being wrapped in the velvety tunnel of a pussy. I pulled Donna up to me and we began to kiss and I fondled her breasts. I motioned Julie to come up and she nestled on the other side of me and I alternated kissing the two girls. Julie leaned over and surprised Donna by kissing her then she relaxed and the two began to make out. Not what I had planned but it was fun to watch. I maneuvered Julie's body onto mine and then guided myself inside of her. We both groaned in satisfaction. Exactly what I needed.

Julie sat up and began to gyrate her hips. Donna snuggled up close to me to watch the show and I fondled her breasts and Julie's at the same time. Donna decided that she needed to help with Julie and she sat up so she could take a one of Julie's delicate pink nipples into her mouth. Julie let out a loud moan as Donna worked the nipple in her mouth. I pulled Donna's leg across my chest and then slid her back so I could begin to lick her pussy. She let out an animalistic groan as my tongue pressed open her slit which made Julie groan even louder and gyrate harder. Soon both women were cumming again. 

Donna and Julie traded places and worked themselves into another orgasm. I was really feeling the need to cum but just couldn't. When Donna finally climaxed, I slid Julie off my face and pulled Donna down to me. I rolled her onto her back so I was on top of her. I pressed her legs together so mine were straddling hers making her pussy seem even tighter. I slipped a hand down on her ass lifting it to me as I stroked towards my own release. I felt Julie's hand on my balls and her finger massage my anus and then I was pumping harder feeling the tension mount. The cum shot out of my cock dumping white hot shots of cum across her belly, smearing across my own skin as I pumped against her wet mound. 

The relief was so sudden and powerful that when I finished the climax, I collapsed on the bed. Julie cleaned us off with her tongue, sharing with Donna the sticky juices before getting a warm wash cloth from the bathroom. She washed us off and then herself before settling in beside me. I was higher than I'd ever been before. I had Donna on my left and Julie on my right, two beautiful women who let me make love to them at the same time. Now I hated to leave because both women were staying behind and I was going to start a new life in Washington State. I wanted both of them to come with me and both had declined. All I would have would be the memories of our time together. 

The neighbor was in the troughs of his solo act again and Julie began to moan and groan along with him. It wasn't much longer before he was quiet again which made the three of us laugh. 

The movers had taken all my gear, packed away my truck and my sport bike with my furniture, kitchen supplies, clothing and anything else I wouldn't need until I arrived in Seattle. I'd packed several bags and planned to ride my Honda XR650 across the country on the Trans-American Trail taking my time. As I looked around one last time and then mounted my bike to head west, a BMW pulled into the apartment lot and Julie got out. We stood awkwardly looking at each other, we'd said our goodbyes earlier and I didn't expect to see her again. Then she was wrapped around me, her eyes wet with tears. 

"We haven't known each other that Long, Ryan but I'm going to miss you."

"I'm missing you already, Jules."

"What if I changed my mind and I want to go with you?"

"Have you?"

"Yes," and she kissed me hard. 



Parting With Jess



Off to Canada for three years late the next morning, last family get-together, all of us suitably sentimental. The parents left us alone at eleven, with the television going and the last of the wine before us. Mother wanted to make up our beds before she went, but we waved her away. The spare room had a truckle bed and in a cupboard blankets enough for that and the couch in here. We hadn't actually agreed who would have the couch and who the bed, Jess and I, but as she'd spent the previous night in the spare room I presumed I would stay in here.

Poor little Jess had broken up rather nastily a few weeks before, and in the day and a half we'd spent together, the first time we'd seen each other much in about two years, she'd got weepy several times and then got apologetic, and I had cuddled her. It was nice holding my sister. After the first awkwardness it was just like holding another girl: she wasn't angular or brittle, but soft and solid the way a beautiful woman should be. Her faintly freckled cheeks cried out to be kissed, not once but often, and her hair was lustrous and fragrant. Once when she had gone up north to live with Bob, back so long ago, we had kissed on the lips. I still remembered the specialness of that, and earlier today I had tried it again, for no reason, other than that she was in my arms and we were alone and she had said she'd missed me. She returned it threefold and we walked away to dinner.

Since then, conversation, and television unregarded, and good wine and a glass or so of champagne. After a while we all settled into silence mostly, and watched, nothing very rewarding, and when the killer killed again and the constable was chastised by his inspector and the credits rolled, our parents gave up the attempt to keep us polite company, and went off to bed.

We were left alone, Jess and myself, she leaning on my shoulder and me with an arm round her. We were not cuddling, exactly, merely close and content. We had been like that for an hour or more, interrupted only as I leant to pour or accept another glass for us both. Her dark hair was a river over the palest pink mohair jumper; beneath it she had a denim dress that at the moment just exposed the first contours of her knee. My hand rested on the jut of her thigh, palm across her midriff. From time to time I let it ride up a little and my thumb stroke her, and in doing that I could feel the roughness where her bra started. It was innocent.

After a few minutes of this she craned a little and kissed my neck. This we couldn't have done while anyone else was here. When she turned back to look at the screen I examined her profile, the elegant prominence of her nose, and dropped a kiss on it. She turned to me and our lips met; we lingered in this affection, then she reached for her glass. There was only a little left: she drained it.

'Do you want to open another?' she asked. My glass was only half full, and that was all there was.

'You up for it? You look tired. We should make the beds.'

'I'm okay. Do you want to? You don't need to be up early. How long's the flight?'

'Oh, five hours or something. Plus all the airport stuff.'

'Well you want a good time now. I hate airports. Let's open another.'

For this I had to remove her entirely from my body, and really regretted losing that warm companionship. She lay down fully on the couch where I had been and seemed to close her eyes: I wondered whether she could take much more. I poured her a small glass and refilled mine after hastily finishing it. It was Father's good stuff and I didn't want to do them the injustice of mixing them. She rose up to an alerted, seated position and looked into my face as she idly retrieved the cork from the corkscrew.

'I'll miss you so much.'

'You said that before,' I smiled. 'You're very sweet.'

'I didn't realize how much before. Just lying here thinking, about not being able to do this for three years.'

'We've never done this before though.'

'But I know we can now. I didn't know it felt so good. It's like the good bits after sex, but without the... the hurt and risk.'

'You'll meet someone,' I sighed heavily.

'I know,' Jess answered in a small voice. 'But I miss...' she added, trailing off so that I wasn't really sure what she missed. We'd talked about relationships a little but never about sex as such, so it has hard to know how specific she was being.

'Companionship?' I tried, then casually went on, 'Love, sex?'

'All of them. And trust.'

'Someone will come along.'

She sighed and looked out into the distance. The bulletin of international news had come to an end, monsoon floods and presidential primaries and the Horn of Africa, and now they returned to home news, cockle pickers and media frenzy and ramblers' rights, none of which we paid any attention to. We left it on for company. A film came on, and we still hadn't said much. I felt unsatisfied sipping wine and seated upright beside her, after the intimacy of earlier. Our last night seemed to be slipping past.

'Did you say you might be able to come out?' I said at length.

'After I graduate, why not? If I get a job. Can't go overseas on student grants.'

'It'd be wonderful to see you.'

'Might get some proper cuddling.'

'Who, you or me?'

'Both of us!' she laughed. 'We've only got each other at the moment. I wish I'd known how soft you can be.'

'Brothers and sisters don't usually get on that well.'

'Oh, when they're kids growing up. But we've been really good friends since we've been adults.'

'When we're together. I wish you hadn't been in Edinburgh all that time.'

'I enjoyed it a lot first, so much. And it's a beautiful place, fantastic to live.'

'Do you want some more cuddle?'

'Oh yes please!' she eagerly responded. We scrunched up together and I draped an arm over her; she snuggled in tight and I kissed the available patch of neck. Then she settled in quietly to watch the film, and after a minute I realized why. There was rather a powerful, sensual scene at the beginning, and I was uncomfortably aware of my body stirring as a handsome, lightly-bearded youth ate out an attractive young woman. Jess wriggled and made a happy noise as she watched. I looked down at my little sister's face and jutting bosom, and something else stirred within.

'What is this?'

'She's Betty Blue and he's, um, Zoot, or Zop or... whatever. Do you like it?'

'Er, yes... makes you want to... be there.'

'Oh god yes! But we can't watch it all, I hate the way it ends, it makes me sad.'

For answer I hugged her closer and stroked her hair. When the sex scene ended she looked up at me requesting a kiss. I obliged and this time our lips were parted and our tongues touched and probed. It was, in its way, the most marvellous kiss I had ever had, combining so many emotions, strong among which was frustration.

Once we were watching the film again she began, 'That's the only scene I've--', but broke off. I waited for her to finish and when she didn't I prompted her. 'Um... that I've ever come during,' she finally said in an uneasy voice.

'Oh, sorry,' I whispered, meaning sorry for pushing her into saying it. She flashed a smile and kissed me on the cheek.

'There's a bit later where she kisses up and down his penis,' she said. 'But he's asleep so it's not so arousing.'

'Do you want to watch that far?'

'No. Look, we've seen the good bit, we could just turn it off now.'

'You want to get to bed then.'

'No no, just turn it off,' said Jess, exerting herself to reach across to the remote control. In a moment the room was still, and it was dark everywhere but the pool of light over us, two wine glasses and a section of indigo couch. After another sip she leaned back into me, back against chest, and tucked her head under mine. My two hands closed around her waist and sought a comfortable position on her belly. We sat like this for a while.

Her breathing became regular and audible. I would have thought she was dropping off if she hadn't from time to time addressed a remark to me in a clear voice. We spoke little for some time. My right hand was easing over a little section of belly in a slow rhythm, caressed by the mohair. My left sat on her thigh, where if she hadn't been wearing a dress the thumb could almost have shuffled up to touch her labia. When that thought entered my head I shifted it a bit nearer. A smile flickered on her faraway face.

In this position I could kiss her temple and upper cheek. This was enough for the long, contented silence we sat in. I indulged occasionally. After a while I bent down and sought her lips. The rearrangement was awkward, but the reward was that she opened her eyes wide and fiercely, and thrust her tongue up into my mouth. As my breathing became juddering and heavy my right hand made wider circles, pressed harder, and crawled up onto the hillock of her right breast. At her sharp breath I eased off and dropped lower. She picked up my hand, eyes still fixed to mine, and returned it to her breast.

This time I explored the whole thing, top and peak and sides, carefully kneading and pressing it, feeling the bra cloth and the nipple below. Once again she picked up my hand and guided it down to her belly again, laying it by the waistband. As I resumed my stroking she was unsatisfied, and with her other hand tugged up a bit of jumper. Taking my cue from her I inserted my fingers under it, and had two fingers on her blouse and two just resting on the sliver of flesh where it rode up from her skirt. Again she tugged her clothes and gave me more access, and I slid my hand in until it was covering her bare belly under the clothes. We kissed once more then she leant back into me, cheek by cheek, eyes shut. So I caressed my sister's skin, while she sighed.

Until now my penis had been too crushed into her coccyx to make itself a danger, but now it was grown stiff enough beneath her to need an adjustment. Jess felt and knew.

'Sorry, I'm squashing you.'

'It's okay.'

'We've got to get... where we can both be comfortable,' she said, and she moved around to face me. Our legs tangled, we embraced more like lovers than relaxing friends, and I found the loose entrance in her clothing again. From this angle it was better to move round and stroke her back, but I kept returning to her belly. Half her blouse was now loose from where it had been tucked in, and when once I swept blouse and jumper together up towards her bra I exposed a good part of her blemishless hip to glisten in the yellowed light. She bloomed in a smile of delight and my heart leapt with how lovely she was. The work of kissing her all over the face made my hand go still, and after indulging me she reminded me of its duty by placing it low on her belly again.

'You're enjoying this as much as I am,' I accused.

'Well I can feel how much you are.'

'Is that an invitation?'

Her eyes contracted. It was as if she had not yet considered where this would end. I don't suppose her brain really had been free of more lustful thoughts, any more than mine had, but we probably both assumed that we would pull back from some fairly safe limit quite soon. I shouldn't have said that when I did. And now I was awkward keeping my hand where it was, so I took it away. She pouted and put it back. So that was all right. Then I leaned in and licked her pouting lips, and after a moment she opened her mouth and invited my tongue in.

We sank down onto the couch, her backwards, me over here and crushing her breasts down, then rolling aside enough to keep my hand fondling her bare midriff as we kissed wetly. This put her in imminent peril of rolling off the edge and hitting her head on the coffee table, and I had one leg tightly pressed against hers to keep her in place. Not only the leg was pressing her. I cradled her head in my arm, and we separated and looked into one another as the only motion was other hand creeping across her belly, then at last tucking itself gingerly under the hem of her skirt. Nothing happened just yet, but I rested it there.

She noticed that despite my precautions she was going to tumble off, and with regret we untangled. Some more wine gave us a chance to breathe more normally. 'Let's get those beds made,' she said, so we trooped into the spare room at the far end. Our own old beds had long since been sold or scrapped, and this small room was now the only provision for occasional visitors. When she visited the city Jess preferred to spend the night at a girlfriend's who lived close by, and was only here tonight because it was my last night among them.

For some reason I had brought along both our glasses, and I set them on the bedside table. 'Good idea,' Jess averred when she noticed them. There was linen in one cupboard, and she found enough to cover the queen-sized but uncomfortable truckle bed, which required an extra duvet and blankets below it to stifle the springs. The upper duvet smelt of age. She turned it down and sat on the cream blankets, legs behind her. 'Now where were we,' she mused, after a mouthful of red wine.

'We were going to go to bed.'

'I thought you were going to console me. For not having you around.'

My sister's upper body was stretched out on the bed now, arms past her head behind her, inviting me in. I climbed across her and sought the tenderness of her kisses again. This time my other hand approached from the other side, loosening what little of her blouse was still tucked into the skirt. More blatant now, my fingers delved down and splayed half across her belly and half into her skirt, rubbing up and down. She was very obviously content to accept this, so while I held her eyes I edged further, caressed the pubic hair that silkenly graced my fingers, and felt the contour of her mound. My middle finger found her valley and eased into it, slick and wet and responsive. Jess whimpered briefly when I touched her clitoris, and began to strain towards me: both her mouth and her vulva together. My lower two fingers explored the deeps of her vagina while we kissed, and she squeezed my head onto her with an urgent hand.

I didn't want this to end. Dipping into her velvety depth was heavenly, watching the emotions play over her face. Sometimes she couldn't believe she was lying there letting her brother do this, or then she fluttered in bliss as a deeper or more angled stroke caressed something inside her I could barely imagine.

'Higher,' she whispered at last, emphasizing it with a tongue kiss that almost drowned me. I dragged my wet fingers up the length of her labia and felt the eager button at their head. Jess squirmed and pressed into me as I stroked, and when her vocal noises became sharper I stopped. 'Oh, don't stop!' she moaned in frustration.

'I want to see you,' I pleaded. This was naughty and calculated of me because I knew she would quickly do anything to have me resume, whereas before now she might suddenly have realized she wanted to stop it all. While her eyes were briefly glazed as she collected thought, I brought my fingers up and licked them. It almost made me come. My own sister's!

She flipped onto her back with a snort of annoyance, exposing to me the zip of her skirt down its rear. Annoyance was just the sort of thing to make people break off delicate encounters, unless their need was uncontrollable, so I smiled to myself as I slowly reached for the zip and undid it. She was much faster in her actions then, shucking off her skirt with both hands followed by a kick while she rolled back to face me. I had just a moment to waver between her coolly roseate legs and her frustrated face, till she arched up her bottom again and peeled down her pants. My heart was in my mouth as the thick dark triangle was revealed, and I hesitated a moment before taking the task from her and sliding her pants reverently all the way down her legs.

I held them up to my face, just near my nose, shuddering with pleasure, as she gazed up at me letting me do it. Then she uttered the word 'please' in a low tone, and spread her legs more. The hair ran only lightly and finely around her vulva, which was short and deeply enfolded, and pearly with need. Whether she still imagined I would be using my fingers, or what would happen now, I cannot say. I was transfixed, and she was still, waiting for me. She did not flinch when I leaned my face in slowly.

The taste was nectarous, she was soaked with wanting me there, and when I had drunk my fill and rose to suck around her clitoris she began her rhythmic moaning again, her shoulders jerking. As I glanced up to see her face, taking a break from the fantastic nakedness full against me, I saw her watching with an adoring smile, but I also saw clothes. Knowing she would understand the desire, I stopped again and clutched at the bottom of her jumper. She grabbed it from me and quickly wrestled it over her head, and in a businesslike way undid the blouse and bra and flicked them off the edge of the bed. Then she lay back, made her legs even wider than before, and with this gesture demanded her reward.

Eating out my little sister was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Jess was constantly slick and inviting, pushing herself into me and smearing herself over me when she could control herself, making wild ungovernable hums and whimpers, turning to bite her arm when the noise built up. I tried to prolong it with excursions all across her secret thighs and down to her anus and inside her, and several times she let me take her to the peak and deprive her, but her need for release eventually got command and made her grip me tightly into her as I licked her clitoris. She grabbed the pillow from underneath her head and clamped it over her face as she came. I could still hear a kind of stifled yell and hoped no-one else could.

She flung it off her and let out her breath very heavily. The taut flesh of her thighs fell away from me, and as she looked up at the ceiling and I admired her breasts with a little mole on each, I realized I should make the most of this incoherence before she had a chance to think of next things. I stripped fast. She noticed, she looked at my penis, she looked into my face, she protruded her lips for a kiss.

So I lay down on my sister's naked body and began a long and loving kiss with her. Her delicate breasts were pressed under me. Her hand found my penis and pointed it at herself, where she accepted me, felt me slide in, and we lay like that for a minute or so kissing hungrily and getting used to what our coupled bodies felt like. As I started to become less rigid, and I was still the hardest I had ever known myself, I began thrusting and pushing into her, savouring her vaginal grip as I dragged her out with me and plunged back in, over and over again. Our mouth passion became frantic and wet. I was squeezing one breast and occasionally dipping to suck the other, returning to her sensitive face with animal hunger.

Jess saw and felt me tense up, and pulled back to watch how her brother's face contorted as I came inside her. After I came once and thought I was empty I kept jerking hard into her for a few more strokes, and began to come again.

When I was spent I lay on top of her breathing, then after a minute rolled off and lay beside her on our bed. We kissed lightly. I couldn't remember the last time either of us had spoken words. Jess put her hand down and cupped my limp and sticky flesh, and we lay there.

'We should make up your bed, then mess it up a bit,' she said at last. Ever practical, she got up, found the blankets and sheets on the shelf, and went out into the living-room stark naked carrying them, but not before refusing to waste the residue on her hand, giving it a good satisfied lick. I heaved myself off the bed with a sigh of great contentment and followed her in. There was probably no danger of being caught: my parents had an en-suite so there was no need for them to be out here at night, unless noises woke them up. The place was a mess. We had not had a party, just a few drinks, but it looked so disorganized.




Parting With Jess



Jess shoved a few bottles and nut bowls away from my part of the couch, and threw together a pretence of bedding. 'Now to make it look used,' she said.

Distracted from staring hungrily at her arse I guided her down onto the couch, with me following. This time I concentrated on her breasts, sucking until they were sore and she made me stop, then deliberately moving over their region bit by bit using my teeth and suction to give her a whole pattern of speckled love-bites. 'They'll look terrible in the morning,' I told her, 'but I'll be gone so I won't have to see them.'

'As long as they're just tits and bum. Private. Sit up,' she added.

While I was mauling her she had been feeling me up, cupping my balls and tenderly stroking my shaft into rigidity. I sat upright and she dropped to her knees in front of me. Her hair flowed over my two legs. Her hot mouth took me in. The bliss was doubled because it took me a long time to come, and all the time her tongue was flicking round and above the glans, tracing veins, sweeping saliva around. If I hadn't just learned what her vagina was capable of feeling like I would have said there was no pleasure possible like these long minutes. She was a furnace, a flower, a deep well. Her dark long eyelashes fluttered over the rounding of her cheeks, flushed with passion, paled with effort as they drew in. My sister Jess was looking up at me with limpid brown eyes and her lips were stretched over my penis making it dance with flame, and I began to fill her mouth with semen.

When it was over she stood up and looked me over with a happy smile. I pointed out she was in danger of messing the carpet, and she grabbed a tissue from the mantelpiece and wiped up the glob that had begin sliding out of her and down her leg. She came back to me, and I dipped my head to lick away the rest of our combined juices from that soft slab of thigh. Then I began licking her in the vulva again. When I paused to spit out a pubic hair she hauled me up by the hand and said, 'Off to bed!'

We switched the living-room light off and went back to our first love-nest. There was a little more wine left, and we finished that while we smiled and cuddled and talked and waited for my limpness to become usable again. From time to time she would dip down and with winy lips take my whole member in her mouth, and both the balls together, and when she could no longer fit them all in she said mischievously, 'Almost done.'

From time to time I switched from one liquor to another, laying her out and roving her pink folds. She had another orgasm, unexpectedly quickly, and had to grab the pillow to stifle her cries. Then I turned her over and explored her backside, first caressing it with a finger or two, then planting kisses, then licking and pushing against the sphincter. Sometimes at moments like this I wondered what it would taste like if the ring relaxed and let the tongue in very far: I hadn't had it happen to me, either with my efforts or with that of girls who had done it to me. Probably for the best; but I wanted to be inside her.

'There's some vaseline in the bathroom cabinet,' she said, half guessing my thoughts.

'We can use that in the morning,' I said. 'If you still want to.'

'Oh I'll still want to,' she insisted, turning over and sitting up, looking at me very seriously. 'It's not this talking, you know,' she said with a wave at the empty glasses.

'I know, I know,' I reassured her. I had seen Jess drunk often enough before and this wasn't it. My own performance had not been much affected by the slow evening's progression of drinks, so I saw no reason why she should not be as confident as I was.

'When I come over and visit you,' she whispered, 'we can... Nobody will know us. I can spend the whole holiday in your room and we can have sex all the time.'

'You'll have someone by then.'

'I promise I'm yours while I'm on holiday.'

'What if I come and visit here?'

'Take me whenever... wherever we can find to do it.'

'Promise?'

'Any time you want me I'm all yours,' she said innocently and seductively all at once. 'It might be difficult... Like if I'm married or you are, we obviously can't have much time together.'

I was going to answer seriously but she distracted me by leaning right down and engulfing my penis. It was now hard. She released it after a short time and lay back. I got up, turned off the light, and got under the covers with my new lover. There in the dark we had leisurely intercourse once more, and feel asleep entwined together.

In the morning we awoke in the dawn light, cool and pale and rested after the hectic coupling of a few hours before; and after an exchange of tendernesses to confirm there was no regret in either of us, and a glance at the time, we arranged ourselves in sixty-nine. It had to be hasty, and we never did get the chance then to use the vaseline, because getting-up sounds from distant rooms curtailed our joy. When we came again and swallowed each other that was our last taste, and we both skipped breakfast to prolong the heady flavours. Sitting holding Jess's hand in the back seat on the way to the airport I hoped my beloved sister would be just as sure in a year's time that she still wanted me carnally, as sure as she had been when we made our final vows naked in our bed.



Partisan



The rapping on the door is louder than I intended but I have little time to waste. Just standing still, the cold, the wet chilled me. If this one isn't ready or prepared for the journey then I'll be glad of an earlier end to my piloting days. Sturdy I am, but the years of this war are wearing my body and tightening my nerves. Peasant I was and peasant I'll be glad to return to if I survive these troubles. 

The heavy door, a cautious face and I am swept inside. Patrols are frequent and these outlying farms are viewed with suspicion. A clasping of arms and then a nod to the creature warming at the fire, my neighbour indicates my next and last fugitive waiting for guidance over the mountains to freedom. 

Creature I say, but dismay enters my heart when instead of a healthy male, it's a female, young - I dearly hope strong but... looking her over there's worse to see - unsuitable shoes, flimsy dress, scarf and thin jacket - at least, everything is of a dark colour. 

A nod and a curt "Come on", and we are away into the sleet. She'll learn or die. I mutter instructions under my breath, 

"No talking, make little noise, shortly we'll have you suitably dressed. We have no papers so we avoid every contact. If I halt, you halt, if I wave you back, step behind me, if I wave you down, drop. Keep up, and if you obey orders, we both might live. "

Paying no attention to any response, scanning the gloom, listening, I start out upwards, for the pass, stepping beside the pathway already too worn by me and others before me. 

An hour later we have risen above all farms, I can hear her breath catching and see out the corner of my eye what's left of her shoddy shoes. Quiet she is, and stubborn it seems - should help us ahead, if it's coupled with fear. 

Turning aside, I make for the hut used for staging the refugees, away from the trail, buried in the trees. Checking for signs that others have found the place, I see none, so usher her inside, quickly shutting the door and by the light of a torch, find matches and oil lamp and light. 

Rummaging in a chest, I find the clothes I have in mind. Youth's clothes, woollen shirt, trousers and sturdy boots with socks. A coarse jacket and dark cap will keep her warm for the rest of the ascent. Dropping them on the table, I motion her to get dressed. She touches them tentatively, then looks back at me, while I wait with my arms crossed, leaning against the wall, grinning. 

Knowing she's in my power and that I hold the key to her escape, she turns to the clothes and peels off the female garb she's wearing. The soft light of the lamp shines on her emerging limbs and I enjoy her discomfort at having to change in front of me. I see she is from the south with her golden skin and dark hair with deep brown eyes, now looking at me with distrust. I chuckle out loud at her lack of underwear, she must have dressed in a hurry, and she puzzles over my thoughts. No matter, time we got on the way now she has pulled on the rough clothes and tied the boots securely. 

Turning off the lamp, I lead the way out the door, retracing our steps back to the path and turn upwards again, this time knowing we have an even chance, being better equipped with the supplies from the hut. We plod along, my ears listening for stray sounds, unusual sounds, human sounds, for they are to be feared. The clouds clear and stars bright in the inky void, colder it gets and sharp in my lungs. She keeps pace with me, until, waving her back, we come to the serried rows of barbed wire separating the two countries. A no-man's land we must cross, with few gullies or features to hide us, but I know them all and angling away, find the section of wire that will let us through. 

Whispering for her to lay down on her back, I cover her body with mine. Her startled eyes glare at me, but smiling, I draw out of my pocket a loop of soft canvas. Drawing her wrists up, twisting the loop around them I complete her entrapment by passing it over my head. I can see she doesn't like the forced intimacy, our faces are close, we breathe each others air, but it is the surest way of getting up both past the many strands of wire. 

Using my elbows and boots I start the long crawl dragging her beneath my body. I scent her just as the voices appear to be moving our way. Leaning down I place my mouth beside hers and whisper, 

"We have to stop a little while. " then I kiss her with my mouth open and tongue ranging into hers, exploring, tasting, my little jest in the face of danger. She twists her mouth away, anger gleaming in her eyes. 

The voices fade and I return to crawling with her, grinning. Once clear of the strands, I unwind the loop and let her roll and crawl behind me. Almost a third of the way across the no-man's land, I freeze, as from a distance I hear the language of our masters. Gauging the distance to the nearest cover, I lean back and urge her to follow swiftly. We tumble into a cut in the land to wait out the danger. 

My hand starts to roam over her dark form. She whispers protests into my ear, fury making her too loud, so I clamp my hand over her mouth. Knowing we should spend some time here, while the patrols sort themselves out and pass along to the furthest range of their patrols, I settle in. My hand strays to the the waistband of her trousers, sliding across her belly, exploring flesh I've not enjoyed for a long time. This I want, I feel a stirring, and the danger makes it more exciting. 

Pressing lower my fingers feel her labia and she starts to buck but my thighs grip her legs and she's pinioned, in my arms and under me. Removing my hand from her mouth I replace it with my mouth as I continue rubbing her mound and clit. Using one hand to capture her wrists above her head, I release my now leaking erection. 

Fumbling at her waistband, thumb flicking open the buttons, I drag her loose trousers down. Struggling wildly, silently, I ignore her and, forcing her thighs apart, enter her, her warm depths, the female I've not had except in memory. Her struggles slow, my tongue plays with hers, and gradually she relaxes, reconciled perhaps, but still glaring in the dim light. 

Too soon, much too soon, I quicken, and explode into her. I collapse beside her, breathing hard, and she turns her face and body away from me. Smiling in the dark - I never thought to extract payment before. She will remember this journey and me, though mayhap I'll be dead before the war is over. Who knows, chance, luck, fate - yet my country struggles on. 

Time drifts on, the cold reaching our bones until, the sounds of the guards recede and it's time to melt away from our vulnerable position, so close to the border. Her fumblings with the unfamiliar buttons make me grin, but I'll not touch her again. Creeping then striding, we resume the trek, warmth returning to our limbs from the exercise. The ground gradually gets less rough and starts to slope downwards, easing the strain on backs and feet. The hut well within safety, emerges from the gloom. Here we can rest, clean up and pass into the village where she'll be on the bus and into the free world. I'm sure she'll be glad of that, poor waif. 

Pushing into the single room, I immediately light the laid fire, collect two buckets of water and place them close to warm. Rough towels, soap I find, then turn to the tins of food, opening as much as we need to replace that consumed in energy and stress over the journey. She watches me, silently, dark eyes unreadable. Sitting to eat with a fork from each can in turn, she follows greedily until we both slow our chewing, still not communicating any emotions to each other. 

Clearing away, I check the water, warm enough. Stripping off my clothes and boots,she turns away,as I hoist a bucket and step out into cold air. Pouring half over my hardened body, I scrub away the grime, then sluice with the other half, chill attacking my skin. Hurriedly I return inside, rub down dry, and throw on a thick shirt. Taking the other, larger bucket, I place it in the middle of the room, indicating the towels, soap, I say, 

"It's too cold for you to wash outside, do it here, I'll not touch you again. "

To emphasise her safety, I lie down on the bed across the room, close my eyes, and start to relax my body, and my mind, letting the anxiety of the journey seep out of me. 

Warily watching me, she steps up to the bucket and starts peeling off her clothes. I watch idly with half closed eyes, drifting, exhausted. Quietly she removes boots, socks, then jacket and turning away from me, she drops the shirt to the floor. A beauty she is, lithe, smooth and golden. Pulling off the cap her hair tumbles free, a gleaming black mass halfway down her back. A rounded muscled ass as she steps into the bucket and bends for the soap and cloth. Dragging the wet cloth over her skin it gleams with rivulets, my pulse quickens but I keep my eyes half shut, in the shadow, so she will not be alarmed. I keep my promises. 

But roam I do over her curves, and as she moves her breasts appear to me, full, yet matching her athletic form, nipples drawn in the cool air, and the pale areola of a woman not yet born children. The cloth spreads foam over her belly, mound and dark pelt, down through her thighs, removing traces of me, perhaps removing me from her memory too. As she bends, her breasts are emphasised and I would dearly like to cup them, kiss them. 

Sighing silently, I roll over and let myself into a slumber, her body weaving itself into my dreams. Another time, another place, the two of us, exploring each other, hands outstretched, gentle smiles on our faces, the pleasure of a new lover, I dream of her hands on me, so real... 

So real I rise to waking and I find she is real and beside me, leaning down, smiling. Holding out my arms, hardly believing, she moves into them, lying on me as I open my shirt and draw her close. Her delicate hands stroking my chest, my rough face, holding my shoulders as she rises, spread her legs and lowers herself down onto my hard cock. Affection, forgiveness, and gentle smile on her beautiful face. She rides me, swinging her hips down and I rise to meet her, so different from before, a terrible memory. Groaning with shame, now erased with pleasure, I arch to orgasm deep within her as her breath catches, her voice mews, and she joins me. 

We lay there entwined, dozing, recovering, until faint light gleams at the shutters. We stir for the day, the day we'll part. Arm around her shoulders, smiling, stopping to kiss, descending to the village. I'll send her on her way, turn back for home... will she ever return... my Jacinta