0 comments/  13056 views/  0 favorites

Reuniting

By: Violalee3



David had repeatedly flirted with girls at parties and I had just about had it. We had a rich fantasy life and I guess the difference between us was that I was fine with the fantasies and he wanted to make fantasy reality. The night we went to the party I looked across the room and saw the same old scenario, David with his arm around another beautiful woman. That night I made the decision to take a break from him. That week we talked it over and agreed that a little distance would do us some good.

The first 3 months were easy. I happily caught up on many chores and spent time with friends and family. The months passed quickly. I was just getting to the point of not thinking about him everyday. 

Then one night, as I snuggled into bed, the phone rang. David used to call me to say goodnight at 11:30. I got the feeling it was him. I hesitated to pick it up but before the answering machine engaged, I answered. "Hello." "Hello?" No one was there. I listened for a moment and then I could hear heavy breathing.

"Is that you?" No one replied. 

I began to hear voices. It was a man and a woman's. Oh my God, it was David's voice. Who was the woman? I could hear her. She was moaning and breathing heavily. She began to repeat his name over and over. 

I was stunned, I wanted to hang up but I held the phone to my ear and strained to hear what they were saying. She said it again . . . "Oh David, David. It feels so good."

Then he asked, "Do you like it baby? Do you want more?" 

The female voice sounded so familiar. She began to speak again, "I've always wanted you. You know that don't you? Couldn't you tell? Don't you remember the day that you stopped by? I have thought about that day over and over."

Then at that moment, it dawned on me. It was Helena. My beautiful neighbor who had often fueled our fantasies. I knew David wanted her. He had told me many times. We spoke of her while making love. We played out many fantasies. I pretended to be her while he called out her name. You see jealousy, in some twisted way, drives me wild. I had fantasized about him fucking her while he was fucking me. 

I listened in on their lovemaking. 

"Oh god, your pussy taste so good. You're so smooth and wet. Spread your lips for me Helena, show it to me, give it me."

"David, my pussy is yours. I wanted this for so long. Brianna told me how good you were. Ever since that day you touched me I have waited for you to come back to me."

I could hear the wetness.

"Slide your fingers into me. Oh yes, lick my clit. Oh yes baby, like that. Just like that."

I could hear him moaning.

The phone cut out. There was silence.

I lay there, thinking about what I just heard. I touched myself. I slid my fingers through the folds of my wet hot pussy getting my fingers wet and sliding them over my clit, around and around. As I continued to get myself off, I thought about David and Helena until I couldn't take it anymore. I came so hard that I could feel the wetness slide down to my ass leaving a wet spot underneath me on my clean sheets.

I rolled onto one side staring off to space. I drifted off and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it was that I had been asleep but I was awakened by the sound of high heels clicking down the walkway. I peeked out my window . . . there was Helena. She was wearing a short skirt, strutting up to her door. As always she looked hot. I knew that as I looked at her, the wetness of my lover was between her legs. I wondered how long she had been seeing him. From what she said, I gathered this was the first time that had gotten together since their encounter last year. 

I thought about their affair and how jealous I was back then. For many nights David and I talked about his affair with Helena. He was clear that he wanted to be with me. She apologized to me and soon we all managed to let it go. 

Now, the jealousy rose inside of me again except this time David was no longer my lover. 

I decided to call him. After all, it had been three months since we last spoke. Once in awhile we emailed one another but I hadn't heard his voice until now. 

Knowing that she was now home, I got up the nerve to call him. The phone rang. Cheerfully he answered, "Good Evening."

"Hey Baby, how are you?" I asked

"Oh, hi Sweetie, how have you been?" He seemed surprised but genuinely happy to hear from me. The sound of his cheerful voice made my heart sink. Perhaps he was happy about his night with Helena. No longer was jealousy a turn on. A sadness washed over me but I tried to disguise my voice and sound light and happy.

"I've been great. I was just thinking about you and wondered how you were doing." He began to tell me how much he missed me and how he he had been sitting around moping without me. "Really? Yeah, me too. Can we get together soon?" I replied. 

"Sure baby. Just say when."

"How about Friday night?" I asked.

"You mean this Friday? Uh sure. Where and what time?"

"Why don't you come to my place on Friday around 7:00 and then we'll figure out what to do from there." 

"Sure Baby. See you then. Love and miss you."

I replied, "Me too", and hung up the phone.

The week flew by and I never ran into Helena. I suspect she was avoiding me. Night after night, I waited for her to return home. I could hear her footsteps. Each time I wondered if she had been with David. I tried to shake off my growing obsession but it began to eat away at me.

Seven o'clock on the dot, he arrived. I was looking my best. I had lost some weight since our break up so I decided that if I was going to see him, he was going to see just what he has been missing. 

I stood in the door way in a short black skirt, thigh highs, a plunging top and my "fuck me" pumps. When I opened the door he stood there with a bouquet of red roses and a naughty smile on his face. As we embraced for a long long time he whispered "I've missed you Bri, god I missed you." 

Immediately he grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. I wanted to ask about dinner but I decided to keep my mouth shut and enjoy the moment. As he walked in front of me, he turned around and looked back at me. "God you look beautiful Brianna. I have missed you." 

In my usual submissive way, I smiled shyly and said, "Yes baby, I've missed you too." We continued to the second floor and into my bedroom. I was always submissive with him-emotionally and physically. What most of our friends don't know about us is that I am his submissive. I would do what he asked. 

As we stood at the edge of the bed, he pushed me down and pulled out ropes from his pocket. He ordered me to lie still. I wanted to protest. I wasn't expecting this kind of reunion. He shushed me by placing a finger over my lips and shook his head disapprovingly as I tried to speak. 

"Lie still." He ordered. 

He began undress me, leaving my thigh highs and "fuck me" pumps on. He tied my hands to the corners of the bed. My arms stretched over my head and my legs spread apart as he tied my ankles to the corners posts. I lay there watching his every move. Then he did something he had never done before. He pulled out a ball gag from his pocket. He straddled me as he placed it in my mouth and tied it behind my head. 

He got up and walked out of the room. I could hear him walking down the stairs and opening the front door. Soon, I heard him coming back. He walked in and then to my utter surprise, Helena walked in behind him. As always she was so incredibly hot. She didn't say a word. I tried to say something.

"What did I tell you Brianna? Don't say a word, understand?"

His assertive manner was turning me on. I lay there quietly. 

Then he ordered Helena to undress. Without a word, she disrobed. Her breasts were a beautiful caramel brown. Her dark chocolate nipples stood erect. He began to suck on them. I laid there, a captive to them both. I closed my eyes for a moment. 

Suddenly Helena ordered me to open my eyes. "Open your eyes and watch Brianna. Watch David suck my big hard nipples."

I did as she asked. I could see his tongue circle her nipples, as they grew hard. She threw her head back and thrust her breast forward as the sound of him sucking them grew louder. He began to lick her belly, his tongue meandering down her torso until he reached her mound. She pinched her breasts and pulled on her nipples. 

I could feel myself growing moist. I began to fidget. "Oh look David, Brianna looks a little wet. Don't you Brianna." My eyes shifted to meet hers. She gave me a devilish grin. "This is what you want, isn't it Brianna." I closed my eyes as if to tell her yes.

David ordered Helena to spread her legs. She was waxed bare. I could see her pussy. The outer lips were brown but as she spread her legs, I could see she was pink and shiny. He slid his finger up through her folds. "Look Brianna, look at Helena's beautiful pussy. You want it don't you, you want to see me touch it." He slid his finger into her and as he pulled it out, he held his finger up. "Look how wet she is." I lifted my head slightly to see what he was doing. 

He knelt before her while he spread her pussy apart with his fingers, exposing her swollen clit. He looked up at her and then me. "It's so big and beautiful." Do you want my tongue Helena? He asked her. 

She climbed onto the bed next to me, facing me, she knelt on one knee and placed her right foot near my shoulder, opening up her legs in front of me. He slid in-between her legs from behind her. On his back he propped his head up on my side. He whispered, "watch me Brianna, watch me taste her beautiful pussy, her clit is big like yours." I turned my head to get a better view. 

"Helena spread your pussy lips so Brianna can see your beautiful clit."

She reached down and pulled her hood back. It was beautiful. 

I could see his tongue-lashing back and forth as he began to lick her. He took her clit in his mouth and tugged on it. I could see his lips pull on it as she moaned louder. She lowered herself onto his face and began to rub her moistness all over it. As she leaned over she swung her nipples across my lips. Teasing me and then sitting upright as he played her clit like a harmonica, his face moving rapidly back and forth. Her swollen clit glistened. He continued to devour her as if he couldn't get enough. I could hear the wet sound of her pleasure.

She closed her eyes and pulled on her own nipples. 

With one hand she reached down under my head and removed the ball gag. 

She then slid her finger into her pussy. As she did this he ordered her to show me her wet finger. "Show Brianna how wet you are and then put your finger into her mouth." In a deep commanding voice he said, "suck on it, taste Helena." I closed my lips around her finger and tasted her. Oh god, it was so good. I sucked harder, running my tongue around her finger." I whispered, "Give me more."

Helena ordered, "don't talk!" 

Then David looked over to Helena, "straddle Brianna's face Helena, and let her see your pussy." She did as she was told. She placed each knee on the each side of my head. I could see her pussy opening up in front of me and her little pucker was dead center. David sat on one side me.

"Watch me touch her Brianna. You've always wanted this." He slid his fingers in her pussy and pulled out his wet shiny finger and slid it across my lips. My tongue reached out to taste her again. He teased me. He didn't let me suck on his finger. He did this several times. Each time I licked my lips. Then he began to run his fingers over her pucker. It was tight. Tracing her moistness over her clit, through her pussy and then around her sweet asshole. With his other hand he pulled the hood of her clit back to expose the beautiful little bud. Over and over he ran his finger across her pink hard bud. Her hips began to move and thrust, allowing me to see every detail of what he was doing. 

"Helena, lower yourself closer to Brianna's lips. Lick Helena's clit Brianna, show her how good you are, " he ordered.

I began to lick her clit, over and over, flicking the little bud as David pulled her hood back. As I licked her clit, she grew wet, I could taste her on my tongue, She lowered herself closer and I began to rub my face all over her pussy as David trusted two fingers inside of her, pulling out the wetness to circle her sweet brown pucker. She cried out, "harder, faster David." 

"Don't cum Helena, not yet. You must lick Brianna's pussy for me." 

Helena turned around and on her knees began to lick my pussy while lowering hers to my mouth. She was good. David crawled down to help her. I could feel both their tongues on me. My legs held down by the ropes, I wanted to thrust my hips forward but I couldn't move. Their tongues lashing back and forth, Helena slid her finger into me. "Do you like that Brianna?" 

"Oh God yes Helena." As I moaned she pushed her finger deep inside of me as their tongues continued to drive me wild. Then David put his finger up my ass. 

"David, fuck her in the ass with the toy," ordered Helena. 

I don't know where he had it hidden but I could feel something big pushing into my ass. He started slowly but I was so wet that it slid right in. I felt like my head was going to explode, the pleasure and pain drove me wild. I wanted him to stop.

"Please David, stop! I can't take it." 

"No Baby, you want it, you know you do."

"Helena, take over."

She grabbed the dildo pushed it deep into my ass while she continued to lick my clit. I began to lick her clit and over and over, she was sopping wet and dripping all over my face, her asshole glistened. 

"David, fuck me, make Brianna watch." David climbed up behind Helena; I could see him above me. His balls were shaved. He straddle my face too as I watched him take Helena from behind. "Oh God, Helena, fuck me. Show Brianna how beautiful you are." He shoved his cock deep inside of her. I could hear the wetness as his balls slapped her pussy. I continued to lick her pussy, his balls slapping against her and my tongue. I could see her juices on his balls. I licked her wetness off of them. He began to moan as she did too. 

She pushed the dildo deeper and deeper into me as she used her tongue and fingers to circle my clit. As he shoved his cock deeper and faster, she moved the dildo deep inside of me and flicked my clit with her tongue. I licked her clit and his balls, alternating between the two of them. 

Helena then cried out, "I have to pee." Suddenly everyone stopped. Breaking the rhythm.

"Brianna, Helena has to pee. You know how I love that."

The both got up leaving me with the toy up my ass. I was left in the most ungraceful position. 

Together they walked into the bathroom. I could hear her giggling. 

"Sit on me Helena and pee on my cock." 

David loved to peed on. He used to make me do it all the time. He'd sit on the commode and make me straddle him. He loved the warmth. His cock would grow so hard.

"Bri, can you hear Helena peeing on me. It is soooo warm." 

I could hear the trickle as he moaned. I could envision just what was going on. 

They crossed the bathroom and turned on the shower.

David called out, "We'll be right there. You behave and don't say a word." 

I could see their reflection through the doorway in the bathroom mirror. It began to steam up and I could only make out their silhouettes. Helena, bent at the waist, placed her hands on the front shower wall. Suddenly, I heard a "SMACK." I could see his hand rising and falling. 

"Oh baby, that hurts," Helena moaned.

"BE QUIET HELENA," he ordered.

Over and over again, I could see his hand slapping her ass.

I lay there with the toy in my ass, my pussy pulsating with frustration. I wanted to be in that shower.

"BRI, can you hear me? I am punishing Helena just for you."

It was hard to make out what was happening as the steam now filled the bathroom. I could just barely see the outline of their bodies. David's body was rocking back and forth, Helena was moaning loudly. Oh my god, he was fucking her from behind. I could feel the jealousy running through my veins right down to my clit. 

"Stop!" I yelled. "Don't cum yet."

The flow of the shower stopped. They hopped out the shower. They stood in the doorway toweling each other off. 

"What did we tell you? DON'T say a word Brianna. Now where were we." 

"Look David, Brianna looks a little frustrated. Are you angry Bri?"

I shook my head yes.

"Now where were we?" Helena asked as she resumed her 69 position over me. 

He straddle my face, grasping her hips and pulling her towards his cock.

"Now lick Helena and suck on my balls. They're all clean now."

She, once again, lowered her pussy on to my face as he pushed his cock into her beautiful tight pussy. I could see her wet juices on his cock. Then he slid his cock out of her pussy and circled her tight pucker with the tip of it.

She let out gasp as he slowly pushed is hard cock inside her.

With a thrust he drove his cock deep inside of her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She cried out, "no, no, please don't hurt me. She gasped as if pushed his big hard cock into her. She screamed , "Oh god no David." 

"Shut up and fuck me Helena." She began to buck wildly. "Lick me Brianna, fuck me David, " she cried out. 

He moaned deeply as he moved his hips faster. "Suck my balls Brianna, suck them."

"Untie me David." I cried out. "Untie my hands." While fucking Brianna, he released both my hands, not missing a beat. 

Helena rubbed her clit on my chin and on my lips as I sucked his balls. I watched his cock slide in and out of her brown and pick pussy. I knew what she was going through. The agony and pleasure consumed her last bit of energy. She cried out, "I can't take it anymore." 

"Okay David, you get what you give." With that I reached into my nightstand and took out his favorite toy-the anal stimulator. 

As I licked his balls and her clit, I began to push the toy into his ass. 

The three of us writhed between ecstasy and pain. Each of us begged the other two not to stop.

With one hand she fingered me while fucking me in the ass with toy. She sucked and licked my clit until I thought I was going to explode. I knew I was going to cum soon. I knew we were all going to cum. 

David began to groan, "Oh my god, I am going to cum." 

He moved faster and faster, the sound of his balls slapping her wet pussy. His ass pushed against the toy. 

For the first time ever, I heard David cry out. "Oh my god, Bri, fuck me baby, show me how much you missed me." 

With one last thrust, I drove the anal plug deep into him as he pushed his cock deep in Helena.

I could see his body was heaving from the deep breaths he was taking. He reached around and began to rub her clit hard as my tongue continue lick her pussy and his cock. 

I could taste his cum on her pussy. She began to scream, "Oh yes, oh yes, taste his cum Brianna." 

The taste of his cum and her pussy, and the frantic rubbing of my clit drove me wild. Suddenly Helena shoved the dildo deep in my ass. "Oh god, I'm cumming," she screamed.

My legs jerked against the restraints around my ankles, while the heat ran through every inch of my body. "David! Helena!" In that one moment, Helena and I came. The flow of her hot liquid covered my face and his balls.

We remained still, as if we were paralyzed in the moment of pleasure. 

Slowly David slid his cock out of Helena, I could see his milky cum dripping out of her. I could smell him and her, his foaming cum lined the lips of her pussy. We remained still as we descended from the heights of our orgasmic pleasure. 

Tiny drops of their juices fell on my lips as he pulled his cock out of her. Helena and David each fell to the opposite sides of me. Breathing heavily.

They each untied my legs. Together, they moved their bodies close to mine, Helena on one side, David on the other. We all lay there silently. My throat was parched. I licked the drops of cum from my lips. 


Reuniting



What is self worth? I suppose some people would say it's respecting oneself by any means possible, to let no other control you. But what if some people need to be controlled? Like me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

A wise man once said, "Bring your desires down to your present means. Increase them only when your increased means permit." Well fuck, Aristotle. Why could no one sate my desires? Even the smallest ones? 

As a college student, it goes unspoken that I had attended many parties and experimented with almost everything. That's what college is supposed to be. Well at least it was, then. Yet, I was unsatisfied with any man or woman who touched my body. Until I met Him, again. We had a history, one that needn't be spoken of ever again. Though, it was hard to forget.

The attraction I had towards Him was insatiable, and always had been. Many times when I was with another, I would pretend it was He who was touching me, going for that sweet spot or slipping his fingers into my dripping cunt, that was only dripping because of the thought of His touch. Some of the encounters went very awry. 

"Tell me how bad you want it, baby!" a young college stud, Brad, told me.

"Uh! Bad! Please! Make me... cum!" I knew it was hopeless, but I had faked many orgasms with this one, he never knew the difference, until He accidentally slipped into my thoughts. I was overwhelmed with passion, "OH FUCK! EZRA!" and I came.

"Who the fuck is Ezra?!" Brad yelled as he ripped his cock from my cunt, my juices still spilt from me and onto my bed. The argument that ensued was, non violent but very loud. Brad and I still haven't talked to this day.

But being nineteen isn't so easy when you think about it. When you look like me, with shoulder length black hair, not the trashy looking kind; brilliant blue eyes; a little on the unfit side but not fat; and a bit petite, which is an understatement, things can get pretty fucked up. Especially with a mouth like mine. Spitfire. That's what some of the boys who tried to control me called me. I wanted to be controlled, dominated. Only one person could do that. Ezra. 

Needless to say when I walked into my favorite coffee shop off campus and saw Him sitting there reading book and drinking a coffee I froze. People shoved me out of the doorway with a few remarks along the lines of, "What the fuck is your problem!?" and "Get out of the doorway!" I hated that I'd caused a commotion, because he looked up and met my eye immediately. 'Don't freak out. Drop His gaze! DROP HIS FUCKING GAZE!' No such luck for me, he motioned me over with a slight smirk on his face. In a last ditch effort of defiance, I motioned to the counter, hoping that he'd tell me no, so I could do it anyways, without the permission I so desperately needed. He nodded. 'Fuck.' I took my time getting my coffee and muffin, trying to calm my nerves, recovering from the sight of Him. My shirt was all the sudden too revealing, and my skirt too short, and my g-string too uncomfortable. The sight of Him looking at me making moisture flood between my legs. I repressed a moan and finally tried to saunter casually over to the table without arousing myself anymore. Slipping on a small smile I stood beside the table. He motioned for me to sit. I sat.

"It has been a while dear, Kadance." Ezra spoke, not looking up from his book. I swallowed hard while trying to find an appropriate response. "Speak freely." 

"Yes, sir," I murmured before continuing. "I don't know how to begin. Why are you here?" He smiled and set his book on the table. "So after all this time you will still call me sir?" his smile turned into a smirk as he continued, "But you do not respect yourself enough to not have sex with boys who you know will not satisfy you?"

I gasped and looked at the table in front of me ashamed, "How did you know?" when he chuckled I looked up at him. "My dear Kadance, you just told me. I had no clue but you are just as easy to manipulate as you always were," he reached across the table and touched my face, "and that is why I own you. Now and until I declare you free, but even then, I realize that you will not leave my side, as you cannot be satisfied by another." I blushed as he removed his hand, "Finish your drink and muffin, we have things to do today, pet."

~~~~~~~~

We talked as I ate and then we hurried onto our errands, which included getting me a new collar as he hadn't let me take my old one with me when I had moved onto my college campus. I had cried for weeks begging him to let me take it, he let me keep the tags. The tags meant nothing, the collar everything, and he knew it. 

"Pink, with a single row of rhinestones around the middle of the collar," Ezra said to the person at the counter. A pretty woman probably about twenty-five, I guessed. I gave a small whimper as I saw him looking over her body but immediately regretted it as he spoke in a calm voice loud enough for both the woman and I to hear, "Do not be jealous pet, this woman may be very beautiful but I would not do anything but look. You know this, do not be so insecure." My blush deepened and the woman, blushing as well, hurried to get the collar. "If you would be so kind as to not wrap that? I require it immediately. The tags on the side will itch, could you cut them and then fashion these," he ripped the tags that I carried with me everywhere from my neck and held them to her, "onto the correct area of the collar for me?" The woman silently took the tags slipped them into place on the collar and cut the tags after Ezra paid her. She looked at me with pity but I just smiled at her and lifted my hair off my neck so He, the only one to ever satisfy me, slipped my brand new collar around my neck and fastened it. 

"Say thank you to the nice woman darling, she has pleased me with her cooperation and helpfulness in allowing you to be collared again." Ezra smiled the smile that melted my heart every time.

"Thank you, Miss! Thank you so much! The collar is gorgeous, and you put my tags on it! If my dear, Ezra would allow it I woul-" He cut me off, "Kiss her shoe." I looked at Him, then at her shoe, and started to kneel.

"NO! I mean, that isn't necessary," she smiled and looked flushed. I looked at Ezra for an answer and he nodded and started to walk out the door. I smiled and politely thanked her again, and followed my Master without another look back.

~~~~~~~~~~

The moisture between my legs was starting to grow as I watched him walk down the street slightly in front of me, and when he stopped and turned, I almost walked right into him. He smiled at me and then slipped his hands into mine, pushing me to the concrete wall behind me. I could feel the cold stone on my back and the heat of his body on my front. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I moaned and arched my back, trying to get closer to his body. "Please," I groaned. He smirked and slipped a hand teasingly down my body starting from the side of my face.

As his hand traveled my skin felt like it was on fire wherever he touched. His hand slipped over my breasts, lightly teasing the cleavage that I had so casually been showing around. Over my stomach and he teased the hem of my shirt, making me even more wet. His hand finally moved under my skirt and he pulled off my g-string. He leaned close and whispered to me, "I see you disobeyed." I moaned. "Could it be that you wanted to be punished by me?" I couldn't speak, and he slipped a finger harshly into my cunt and I moaned louder. "Answer me!" 

I stammered out as best as I could manage, "Yes, s-sir! Please sir! Punish me! Please!" he smirked and I felt him ease his grip on my body. I moaned and begged him with my body to continue. He obliged. Slipping three fingers into my pussy and kissing my neck with bites anytime he wanted more responses from me. He knew I was close, my nails on the back of his shirt pulling him closer to me was the clue for him. "P-please baby! Please! Let me cum for you!" I was shaking so badly, waiting to be told I could cum. He stopped and stepped away from me, and I had to lean on the wall for support. He held his fingers out and I licked them clean knowing he was finished. I almost cried but remembered what I must do. "Thank you, sir." He nodded and continued walking with me following behind him. It was almost dark; I knew where we were going.

~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up during the night and felt myself being tied to the bed on which Ezra and I had been laying. My hands were bound to the headboard and my feet to a different post at the end of the bed. My pussy was dripping wet, again. Ezra smiled at me as he slipped a gag in my mouth. "You woke up, that is unfortunate. I was going to wake you by eating your pussy. I know how much you love getting your pussy eaten by my mouth." I shook my head no, and he looked confused but removed the gag enough to where I could speak, "Speak." 

"It is not my pussy, sir. It is yours to do what you wish to. I hope your pussy will please your mouth and your perfect cock when you need it to," he was smiling again as he replaced the gag. "Well I see that you have matured your way of thinking, and I like your new idea. And just so you know, my pussy pleases me very much." With that he bent down and slowly licked my pussy. He began licking up all the juices that slipped down my legs and then darted his tongue into my cunt making me moan in pleasure. "Does my pussy like the attention it's getting?" I moaned in response and he continued his assault on my pussy. He started to lick my clit and suck on it and play with it with his tongue and I came. I couldn't help it but Ezra didn't mind. When I was done and he'd finished cleaning up all the juices I gave him he smacked his lips and moaned in delight.

"Are you ready to be fucked now?" I groaned in response and he started to tease my body again. I was dripping in seconds. He grinned and then plunged his cock into my cunt. I almost screamed, if I hadn't had the gag then I would have been very loud. He laughed and caressed my body as he fucked me, bending down to kiss my neck and make me arch my back by his action.

My tits were in need of attention, and I knew that nipple play never really did anything for him but he knew that I could get off again and again while he was fucking me if he played with my clit or tits. He slapped one of my tits and played with the other one as I let out a guttural sound. I was so far gone in my pleasure I didn't notice I was ready to cum before I came. He kept me going, he placed his hot warm mouth on my nipple and sucked and swirled his tongue around my tit. 

I came once more and he slid out of me. I groaned at the loss of contact, but he untied my feet and flipped me over and pulled my ass into the air. "What a perfect little ass." He slapped it and I moaned in pleasure. He slipped off the gag and threw it to the side. "Does it feel good baby girl? Do you want more from your master? I own you."

"Yes! Yes! Please sir! I want more! You make me so fulfilled! You fill up your pussy so good sir! You own me sir! Please sir! Please fuck your cunt again! Fill it up so good! And if it pleases you sir, let me finish you with my mouth sir! I love the taste of your cum!" he spanked me again and I groaned again.

"As you wish, love," he pushed his cock back into me quickly and moved faster than he ever had before. "Does this make you happy? When I fill up your dripping pussy with my swollen cock! It makes you feel so good!"

"Yes! YES!" I screamed. "EZRA! PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME CUM! I NEED TO CUM!"

"Cum for me, baby. Cum, now." As soon as he said it my pussy exploded on his cock. He quickly untied my arms and threw the bindings aside. "I'm gonna cum soon baby!" I flipped around and stuck his cock in my mouth, moaning. I cleaned off all my cum with my mouth and then started using both my hands and mouth to get him to slow down and give me a bigger load to swallow. I massaged his balls and finally let him cum down my throat. Drinking it all up, not a drop spilt. We were completely spent and collapsed in a heap on the bed.

"I love you, Kadance."

"I love you too, Ezra." 



Reuniting the Forbidden



We had been sixteen and so incredibly beautiful. Despite our teenage insecurities of being too fat, the photograph proved we had both been stunners ten years ago. Germaine; or Gemmy as I preferred to call her; and I must have been the envy of the world in our post-pubescent years.

And now, aged 26, I’m sitting in my kitchen and reminiscing about that somewhat confusing but extremely pleasing summer of 1994, when Gemmy and I had been introduced to one another by our parents. My father Alan, a bank manager, had struck up a friendship with a fellow colleague – Jack. Before long, Jack and his wife Tanya were started popping round to our mansion for Sunday Lunch, then Christmas breakfast and Easter Dinner. It was specifically during the Easter Dinner that I got to know Gemmy. Being the only minor in the company of four adults – my parents, Tanya and Jack, I often felt bored. When I complained to my mother that I didn’t want to sit through the Easter dinner because I was surrounded by a bunch of old fogies, although slightly offended, my mother suggested Jack and Tanya should bring over Gemmy to keep me company.

When Gemmy walked through the door, after her parents, my stomach did a triple-back flip. I had never thought of any female as merely pretty, let alone sexy, but Gemmy was absolutely gorgeous. She has long, flowing curls tinted blonde, and two brown eyes that could speak a million words in place of her pink pouty lips. Much leg and cleavage were exposed through her tiny blue dress. I wondered whether she felt cold, it was April after all. 

Gemmy and I had a lot in common. We both loved Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson and the Counting Crows. We both though that Babyface was great and that Salt-n-Pepa were cool in a funny kind of way. 

After that Easter Dinner, I got to see Gemmy every Sunday from 1 pm to 7pm. I lived solely and exclusively for Sundays. I obviously tried to suppress the feelings bubbling within, brushing them off as admiration for her perfectly flat stomach, expertly tamed curls and immaculate make-up. During the week I started practicing with my own look. After much self-persuasion, I chopped off my three foot long braid and went for a straight-edge bob with a stern fringe. My new short do combined with my straight, black, glossy hair certainly boosted my self esteem. I gently started to shed weight and opt for darker, sultrier clothing which would allow one to take a peek her and a peek there: plunging V-necks, low-cut tops, two buttoned shirts, low-rise jeans, hipster pants, skirts with slits – you name it. 

I never thought my weight loss would in turn come in handy. In June, my mother announced that we would be going on vacation to nearest location promoting sun, sand and sea. 

“With Alan, Tanya and Gemmy,” she added. 

I was thrilled. 

It was on the first night of that same vacation that Gemmy and I had shared our first kiss. She had told me she’d never kissed anyone before and was desperate to kiss someone before she got a boyfriend and scared him off for not knowing quite what to do. 


I had tried to explain that everyone kissed differently and that there was no technique as such, but Gemmy was persistent and begged me to help her out.

“You’re my best friend!” she’d whined. 

Kissing her blew my mind. I’d kissed guys before, but generally felt very unusual with doing so. But kissing Gemmy made my breasts throb, my pussy moisten. We ‘practiced’ every night for five nights, in her room. Then, on the sixth night, I felt my hand scoot up her waist and cup her breast. I frantically but unsuccessfully tried to control my fumbling fingers. I expected her to be upset, but she moaned gently instead. Then – without warning, she copied me, taking her own soft fingers to my cotton clad tits. Since we were in our bed clothes, nothing more than strappy tops and shorter-than-short shorts, it wasn’t hard for us to raise each other’s nipples into little mounds beneath material. My lips left hers, exploring the soft flesh on her neck, the peaks of her chest, before finding the protruding bud. I was half-way through lifting her top over her head when Jack swung the door handle open and caught us red-handed.

Panic ensued. My parents were completely devastated. In fear that Gemmy and I were going to turn out being full-fledged lesbians, Tanya and Jack left the resort that very same day – taking Gemmy with them. That was the last time I saw Gemmy in flesh and blood. The friendship between my parents and Gemmy’s parents broke down. I believed I would never see her again for the rest of my living days.

And that’s why I married Frank, aged 23. Straight after graduating in Philosophy, Frank and I took our vows and set up a home. I felt I owed it to my parents to be respectable after that unsettling incident which occurred in summer 1994. 

But then, three weeks ago, the unexpected happened. As I sifted through the spam in my e-mail inbox, I came across an e-mail entitled “Germaine/ Gemmy here. Remember me?”

My heart went into over-drive. My hands grew clammy, my mouth ran dry, my head started spinning and my stomach lurched. It felt very much like the first time I saw her, sensations multiplied by ten this time round. I took to reading the digital letter. She had found me through an online profile and though she’d drop me a line. Apparently she had also gotten married three years ago, to a bloke called Kevin. Like me, she hadn’t yet found the motivation to think about babies.

We exchanged a few more e-mails after her first, then took to calling one another. Then, three days ago she told me: “Tori, we should really meet up again and catch up on all the things we’ve missed out on.” I could think of quite few, but I didn’t want to read too deep into her invitation. 

“How about this weekend? You and Kevin can stay with us. I’m sure the men get on well, plus we have loads of space where you guys can crash. With all the catching up we need to do, even three days don’t sound enough!” I chuckled, terrified she’d refuse.

She didn’t. 

When I asked Frank if I could have an old friend of mine over for the weekend, he was overjoyed. When I told him about Kevin, he was furthermore pleased, stating that it would be great if he could make new friends. You see, Frank works very hard and doesn’t get much of a chance to socialize. To him, having a couple over during the very same weekend he was on leave was heaven. 

And that brings us to now. I’m sitting in the kitchen, looking at my only photo of Gemmy and waiting for her to set foot in my house. 

The door bell goes. I shove the photo into the first drawer I come across and let Gemmy and Kevin in. I don’t take much notice of the guy; I’m too lost in Gemmy’s beauty. She looks exactly the same way she did ten years ago, with longer legs, longer hair, larger breasts and an even more pronounced pout. She drops her luggage on our doorstep and she holds her arms out to me. I almost dive into them. I can’t think, or talk. All I can do is breathe in the beautiful scent nestling on her neck. When I recover from being tongue-tied, we settle down for lunch and chat amicably. We drink wine as a foursome until the small hours, then head to bed.

The next day, Kevin and Frank announce that later that evening they want to go on a fishing trip – given that they both have a passion for the hobby. Gemmy and I exchange glances and we both know that they’re going alone. We tell them to have a good time.


“What will you girls be doing?” asks Kevin.

I feel a blush rise to my face at the mere thought of what could happen, while Gemmy springs into reply: “Probably watch a movie, have a glass of wine. Don’t worry you silly sausage, we won’t be hitting a club or anything,” she adds with a cute giggle.

The men are gone by 8:00pm, and tell us not to expect them any sooner than 12 hours later. 

For the first time we’re alone. I bring out a bottle of wine I reserved especially for this eventuality and switch on the satellite TV. We sit on the large black suede sofa and gulp down the fine wine as we nibble through various nut brands and munchies. We sit in silence, pretending to watch the television and furiously sipping at our drinks. It’s only when I pop open the second bottle of wine that I finally find the Dutch courage to pop Gemmy a question.

“How did kissing your first boyfriend go then?”

She laughs; brushing invisible crumbs off the neckline of her skimpy negligee and utters “Pretty well thanks to you.”

Her voice is musky and thick, and I’m pretty sure that her piercing gaze is suggesting something.

Suddenly she starts talking about University and a string of lovers she’s had, and before long we’re indulging in completely different conversation about our respective sex lives. It was a series of loud moans that diverted my attention from Gemmy’s pink lips and to the television screen. 

Legs spread, a pretty blonde sat on top of a brunette’s face, her hips gliding forwards and backwards, as the brunette stretched her tongue out to lap at the large bosomed girl’s pussy. 

Gemmy and I burst into fits of laughter, realizing that the late night ‘shows’ have started. 

“She sure seems to be enjoying herself. Damn! Kevin hardly ever gives me oral. The luckiest I got was on my wedding night, he made it last three minutes before complaining it was hot and wet down there. I mean seriously, what the fuck does he expect?”

My heart goes out to her. “I can’t say I know what you mean, but Frank is a one minute man. He puts it in, prods around for 30 seconds, thrusts for another 30 and blasts. It’s really demoralizing. At least he does give me a little oral say once a month. Nothing special, he excites himself so much he comes before I’m even warmed up. He’s got premature ejaculation. We’re trying to sort it out, but after five years since our first time, we haven’t made much progress.”

“Oh my god! Alba! Alba! I’m coming…Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” This time round its the brunette who’s receiving the Blonde’s tongue, her legs spread with the blonde between them. 

I don’t know if its the wine, the TV lesbians or Gemmy’s cleavage and long legs, but I felt a gentle stream of liquid seeping past the folds of my pussy, the liquid gently being absorbed by the couch material. How I wish I’d worn underpants under the obscenely small night-dress now. 

Gemmy continues to stare at the television screen and I notice her eyes filling with tears. My arm slips around her shoulders. Her head sinks into my chest and she weeps heavily. In between sobs I can hear her say “It’s so unfair Tori. I can’t take another moment of being with Kevin. He sucks in bed. He just makes me feel like I’m wasting the best years of my life. I haven’t had an orgasm in plain years because I refuse to masturbate when I can get the satisfaction from my husband. But no! I should have known it was fishy when he said he wanted to stay virgin until we got married. I mean even when we dated, he hardly ever touched me. I’ve given up on attempts to seduce him. I’ll just spend the rest of my life cooped up with him I suppose, my pussy exploding and all…”

I feel tears brim in my own eyes. Although Frank like sex, he’s never watched me bloom, mainly because he’s blasting before I’m even moist. 

Heady with wine, sadness engulfing me, I press my lips against her forehead, then take her face into my hands and start to shower her beautiful, perfect features with fervent kisses. Her lips find mine and we topple over onto the sofa, me on top of her. 

I slip my tongue past her lips, the velvety sensation of it brushing and rubbing against mine making me moan hoarsely. Her delicate hands slip down the slopes of my back and the curves of my ass, lifting the hem of my dress over my head. I am now completely naked in front of her. I spread my legs, crouching over her hips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Victoria…” she whispers before encapsulating one of my nipples between her fleshy lips. Watching her suck on my engorged nipple is almost as pleasurable as the suckling she subjugates it to. My hands get tangled in her beautiful blonde locks as stroke after stroke, my juices cascade onto her flimsy negligee. She must have noticed the urgency building between my legs because her fingers slip between my legs, her thumb and index finger taking my tender clit into their custody and rocking it in and out of its hood. 

My panting grows louder, my face redder and I’m approaching an orgasm fast when her fingers part from my pussy. I groan loudly in complaint, but she lifts me to my knees by the hips. When she raises me to what seems to her a sufficient height, she slides across the sofa until her head is positioned between my legs. She lowers my mound to her face and starts lapping at my slit like a furious and starved kitten would at milk. As I bend slightly I watch my juices streaming across her mouth and this turns me on as badly as her tongue darting at my clit does. Her palms grab my fleshy ass and her mouth devours my labia and clit. She starts sucking my pussy. With the little energy and mobility reserved for the tongue, she stiltedly rubs my clit. I can no longer control myself. 

“Gemmy! Gemmy! Baby suck! Oh God… I’m coming, so hard… so hard. Oh! Oh Oh Oh Gem…Germaine!” I scream loudly as I grind my pussy into her face, my hips thrusting, my breasts bouncing wildly, tears streaming down my face with the utter sensations of pleasure which are taking over my body, radiating from my clit and filling every single pore with blissful satisfaction. I smother her face with my slick pussy for the final few seconds as my orgasm ebbs away, my hips rocking uncontrollably, even if slowly, across her perfect lips. Then my body lunges forward and I’m almost too tired to move. I feel her crawl from beneath my weight, rising to face me. Her face is wet. Her usual scent has been overpowered by the strong odor of my girlie cum. 

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmurs softly.

“How can I ever repay for that?” I ask, gentle pants still escaping me.

“Make love to me Tori – real girl-on-girl-love-making, the type only another girl could give me.”

“Like pussy grinding?” I ask uncertainly. I’ve never done anything of this sort with any female before.

“Yes, pussy to pussy; clit to clit. You softness rubbing into mine… Oh God…” she says as she loses herself in a sigh. I watch her violently tug at her dress and chuck it onto the floor, followed by her bra and g-string. As she’s still standing in front of me, I take to sitting and I’m about to dip my tongue between the crevices of her bald pussy when she pulls away. 

“No, make love to me now. I’m so hot Victoria, so hot Tori. If you dare lick me, I’ll just come. The lesbians, the wine, the fact that I’ve gone without for so long and above all watching you get off like that, your pussy gushing all over my face, it’s just made me too hot to bear anything else but your pussy on top of mine, now!” she babbles urgently. 

Sensing her close-to-anxious state, I decide to take action. Vaguely remembering a scene from the lesbian flick on television I sit her down on the couch, the lower part of her ass just off the cushion. I pull her legs together, leaving them spread at a tiny angle. My fingers push apart her swollen labia. Her clit, peeping from behind her lips, glistens. I sit on top of her, but remain upright until my pussy was just above her own. Then I lower my mound to hers, feeling my own pussy gush again at the thought of our sexes brushing against each other, our juices mingling. 

She takes my ass cheeks into the palms of her hands yet again and vigorously sways my hips forwards and backwards. Our pussies mesh into one another, puffy red lips sliding further and further apart, and pink throbbing clitorises colliding. 

“Tori!” she gasps loudly, “I can feel your juices trickle down my pussy. God Tori, your clit is hammering against mine… oh fuck!”

I start to rock against her harder, her words fuelling my passion, making the world turn a little hazier. I feel her hips thrust beneath me. Our clits stiffen further, our hoods becoming an indispensable accessory now that our buds are engorge themselves completely and extend to their greatest possible length. 

Her grip on my behind tightens as she starts whimpering “Rub Tori, more… Baby don’t stop! Grind! Grind! Grind more… I’m so close baby! Fuck my clit! And yeah rub it. Uh-Huh…Rub it…” Her voice sounds like that of a lusty virgin and forces me to feverishly engulf her pussy with my own. I chafe against her for a few more seconds until she grabs me by the hips and brings me to a standstill. Our perfectly synchronized throbbing clits pump against each other for one final time, before she screams “Tori! Tori Ah, Ah Ah! Tori I’m coming!” and her juices blast against my labia as they gush out of her. As she reaches her highest peak yet, she shrieks my name time and time again, her clit not missing a beat to mine. And as she’s almost faded out of orgasmic bliss, I feel my own self soar, another orgasm filling my veins with pure white-hot pleasure. My clit pulsates against hers one final time, before I collapse onto her and whisper the words I’ve been longing to say for ten whole years: “I love you, Germaine…”



Reuniting with Lesley



I've had a crush on Lesley ever since I met her, years ago.

We were in high school together, back in Pennsylvania. She had red hair down past her shoulders that shone in the sun, and hazel eyes that lit up with every joke we shared. Oh, did her laugh kill me, her laugh and the little freckles that spread across her cheeks and her shoulders. She was slender, with small but shapely breasts and a round little butt, tight and muscular from running track.

We were close friends, but despite my feelings for her, never more than that. We kissed once, after a party where we had both been drinking, and to this day I can recall the feeling of her lips pressed against mine, wet and warm and tasting slightly of Malibu rum. The next morning, over black coffee at the local diner, she apologized. She cherished our friendship, and loved me in her own way, and was sorry to have lead me on. That was all right with me: I cherished our friendship, too. And in fact, before we had kissed that night, I had been trying to hit on her friend Michelle, anyway.

Life went on, and we stayed in touch over the years, but you know how it goes. She went to Penn State, while I went to Columbia, so after high school we only saw each other briefly, over breaks. Then my family ended up moving out of state, while I fell in love with New York City, and so had less and less reason to go back to Pennsylvania. Weekly phone calls turned monthly, then turned to emails, with the gap between them growing farther and farther apart. She got married to some guy she'd met at college, and they had a couple of kids. I met a beautiful girl named Sara, and we lived together for a couple of years. I almost asked her to marry me, but before that happened she had a "quarter-life crisis," quit her job and asked me very tearfully if we could live separately again for a while. She insisted it wasn't a breakup, but in the end "a while" turned into "forever," as we both pretty much knew from the start.

In the meantime, my professional life took quite the interesting turn. I worked in finance, but writing was always what I loved. In my free time, I wrote short stories and random articles for various blogs. For a while, I worked on a novel, a science-fiction story about time travel. It was published to average reviews and middling sales, and so I kept on doing what I was doing. But then some Hollywood producer got his hands on it and thought it would make a great movie, and I very gladly signed over the rights. They changed the title, half the characters, and the entire ending, and to be brutally honest the movie itself was kind of crap. But the credit still said, "Based on the book by" my name, and sales of the novel went way, way up. Up enough that I could finally leave my finance job and dedicate all my time to writing.

And that's what eventually brought me and Lesley back together. My second book had just been published, and I was traveling all across the nation doing publicity. I was doing a reading-and-signing at a Barnes & Noble in Philly, and of course I recognized her as soon as she walked into the room and took her seat. The years had been good to her. She had grown curvier since high school, though she was still in fine shape, and the added curves only made her seem more womanly rather than girlish, beautiful rather than pretty. She wore her hair shorter now, to about shoulder level, and the red had turned darker and more copper-colored with time. Her freckled face and her eyes were as radiant as ever. She was wearing a simple, short-sleeved white blouse and a purple pencil skirt that hugged her shape nicely. She smiled and waved as she caught me looking, and I smiled and waved back, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. It was great to see her again - why was I suddenly so nervous?

I got through the reading, then sat at the table the store had prepared for the signing. I went through the motions, shaking hands and inscribing books and thanking everyone for whatever compliment they made, until finally she came up.

"Hi," I said.

"Omigod, I'm so proud of you!" she gushed.

I stood up and we hugged over the table. Her perfume smelled of lilac. She kissed my cheek, her breath soft and warm on my face. Reluctantly, I let her go.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm good, I'm good," she said. "I'm so happy to see you!"

"I'm happy to see you," I said. "What's going on?"

"Oh, everything's good. Little Mikey's starting school in the fall, can you believe it? He's six!"

"That's amazing. Now, Mikey's the oldest?"

"No, he's the little one. Gregory's already eight."

"Eight? Holy crap. So the last time we saw each other was..."

"Yeah!" she said, and punched me hard in the arm. "Ten fucking years ago!"

"Jesus," I said.

The store manager, a gray-haired old man with thick glasses, interrupted. "Ma'am, I know you two know each other, but I still have to insist that you not punch the author. Even if he does have it coming."

"Sorry," Lesley said, laughing.

"Also," the manager continued, "I do have to ask that we keep the line moving, so that everyone here can get their books signed."

"I'm on the clock," I told Lesley, "but how about this?"

I quickly inscribed a note in her book, autographed it, then added my cell phone number, taking care to keep it hidden from public view.

"Text me some place we can meet and catch up, and I'll be there the second I'm finished here."

"I will," she said. Then she read my inscription. A tiny smile played across her face, and her freckled cheeks turned slightly red. "I definitely will." She followed the line out of the store.

I had written: "You're more beautiful than ever. I had no idea til just now how much I've missed you."

***

After the event was finished, I checked my phone, and drove to the address Lesley had given me. It was a cocktail bar, nice, but not so crowded that we couldn't talk to each other comfortably. I found Lesley sitting at a small two-top table towards the back of the bar, sipping an Old Fashioned. I said hey and kissed her cheek, and sat next to her. I wasn't sure, but she might have opened one more button on her blouse since the book signing. I tried not to stare, but her cleavage looked incredible, the pale, freckled skin of her breasts just crying out to be kissed. Involuntarily, my cock started to stiffen, and I forced myself to think about anything else. Luckily, the waitress came by then to take my drink order.

We sat there for nearly two hours, catching up on life, the universe, everything. Lesley talked about her career as a special education teacher, which she had put on hold when her first child was born, and had gotten back into only the year before. I recounted the strange twists and turns my work had taken. She told me about her family, her mother's recent battle with cancer - a battle she had won, thankfully, though it had put the family under tremendous strain. I told her about my long relationship with Sara and all its various ups and downs, and how after we had broken up how I had taken to running marathons as a way to cope with depression.

"No wonder you're in such good shape," Lesley said. "Not like me, I just let myself get fat!"

"What are you talking about?" I said. "You are not fat, don't even start with that. You look amazing."

"Thanks, hon," she said, smiling. "On the plus side, at least my boobs have gotten bigger."

"I hadn't noticed," I lied.

"Bullshit," she said, calling me on it and kicking me under the table. I caught her ankle and held it for a moment. She laughed, but didn't pull her foot away. I gave it a little squeeze and let it go.

I told her about all the places I'd been while promoting the new book, how I hadn't traveled nearly as much as I'd like before but was now getting a chance to see the country. She told me about her husband, Paul, and how he traveled a lot for his work. She also told me how she was confident he was having an affair, how he barely touched her anymore, and how the sex they did have tended to be quick and perfunctory.

"It's been over a year since my last really good orgasm," she said, her face flushed from whiskey and telling secrets. "Or at least one I didn't give myself."

Over the course of the conversation, we had both leaned in more and more over the table, and we suddenly became aware of how close our faces had gotten. We were inches apart, kissing distance.

Make a move, a voice inside me said.

Don't, said another, She's married and your relationship was never like that and don't mess it up by being creepy the first time you've seen her in years!

I hesitated, and she pulled back in her seat.

"I should probably head out," she said. "It's getting late, and Paul's mother is watching Gregory and Mikey. Paul's in Phoenix tonight."

"You don't have to," I said, trying to sound casual. "Let Grandma watch the kids for one more hour. I don't want to say goodbye yet, it's been ten years."

She pushed her hair back behind her ear. "Well, I guess one more drink would be fine."

"How about this," I said, my heart beating faster. "The bookstore gave me a bottle of 15-year-old Macallan as a gift. I want to taste it, but I'd much rather share it with somebody. My hotel's only a few blocks away from here, if you want we could go there and try it. You're a Scotch drinker, it's supposed to be really good."

Lesley looked me right in the eye. The mischievous twinkle that had tormented my teenage dreams was still there. She did like Scotch, but she also knew that if we went to my hotel room, there was a chance that maybe Scotch wouldn't be all we'd be having.

"Okay," she said.

***

She called her mother to say she'd be out a bit later while I went and fetched the bottle from my parked car. We held hands as we walked to the hotel, her skin soft and warm against mine. In the room, she kicked off her high-heeled shoes, and I poured a bit of golden whisky into two glasses. I spilled a drop of water from the sink into each, to wake up the flavors, and gave her a glass.

"To you," I said, holding up my glass to toast.

"To you," she said. We clinked glasses and sipped. The Scotch was good, warming as it went down.

And then Lesley's body was pressed against mine, her lips seeking mine out. I wrapped my free arm around her waist and squeezed her close as we kissed. Her soft tongue darted between my lips, exploring the inside of my mouth as I did the same to her. Her beautiful breasts squeezed against my chest, and my cock stirred, pushing against the fabric of my pants.

Without breaking the kiss, I took the drink from her hand and set both our glasses down on the dresser. She wrapped both her arms around my neck and we held each other close, kissing, the lilac scent of her perfume filling my nostrils and mixing with something else, a muskier, more animal smell. We broke the kiss off for a second to catch our breaths, and I moved down, kissing her neck, under her jaw. She sighed softly. I kissed lower, down her chest, finally burying my face between her breasts, relishing in the feel of her flesh pressed against my face.

I started unbuttoning her blouse from the top. She pulled the blouse's tails out from her skirt, I undid the last button, and she dropped the top to the floor. Her bra was cream-colored lace. I squeezed her beautiful, C-cup breasts through the fabric as I continued to kiss all around those amazing globes. With one hand I reached behind her and undid the clasp, then pulled the bra off her. Her breasts were the most incredible pair I had ever seen in my life, perfectly round and still incredibly perky, especially for a woman her age. Her nipples were small and pink and pointed straight out, hard. I cupped both breasts with my hands and took a nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking while Lesley ran her fingers through my hair.

"Oh baby, yes," she whispered.

I moved away from her nipple, kissing down her breast and into the canyon between them, then up the next tit until my mouth found her other nipple. I ran my tongue around it in circles, flicking at it while my hands massaged both breasts. Then I kissed down, down her soft belly, and teased her little belly button with my tongue. She giggled softly, and I gently pushed her down onto the bed.

I pushed her skirt up, revealing her smooth, toned legs and her lacy black panties. I kissed the insides of her thighs, nibbling at the skin of her left leg, then her right, slowly moving up, closer and closer to her panties. I could feel the heat of her sex as she moaned with pleasure. I ran a finger beneath the lace, feeling her soft pubic hair. She was already soaking wet. I kissed her cunt through her panties, breathing in her musk.

"Ohhhh," she moaned as I licked her through the fabric. I gave her ass a squeeze as I buried my face between her legs. She gasped. I reached up, grabbed the waistband, and pulled her underwear down, past her knees and ankles, and threw them aside. Now I was looking at her cunt, her beautiful, beautiful cunt with its perfect triangle of thick red hair covering her dripping pink slit. I dove in like I was starving, running my tongue up and down her hairy gash. She cried out, "oh, oh, oh, oh!" I sucked her clit, teasing the pink bud with my tongue while I pressed two fingers into her sopping pussy. I moved my fingers in and out, slowly, while I kept sucking and licking her engorged clit. I turned my hand so that my palm was up and curled my fingers, finding her G-spot and gently rubbing it while I licked.

"Oh God," she moaned, "Oh God oh yes oh God fuck yes yes oh fuck oh fuck OHHHHHHH!!"

Suddenly my face was soaked as juices poured from her cunt in a torrent. I kept going, lapping it all up as she bucked and thrashed against my face, cumming and cumming. After a minute, her spasms subsided and I lifted my head, wiping her juices from my face with my sleeve. Languidly, she slid off the bed and sat on the floor, in front of where I was standing. She reached up and unbuckled my belt and my zipper, then in one motion pulled my pants and underwear down to my feet. 

My cock was as hard as steel, standing thick and long in front of me, a droplet of precum bubbling from the head. With her right hand she stroked my dick, squeezing as she milked it, spreading the precum all up and down the shaft. With her left, she cupped my balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. Lesley got up on her knees, bringing her face to dick level. She continued stroking it, rubbing it against her cheeks. She lifted my cock up and slowly licked the underside, teasing the glans with her tongue before engulfing my cock with her mouth. The feeling was incredible, her mouth wet and warm as she sucked me, her hand stroking and squeezing along. I ran my fingers through her hair, savoring the feeling as her tongue rolled all around my hard dick. It was absolute bliss. She looked up at me, her beautiful hazel eyes locking onto mine, and I knew if I didn't stop her soon I'd be filling her sweet mouth with my cum, and that wasn't how I wanted to finish.

I bent down and lifted her up by the armpits, my cock slipping out of her mouth with an audible "pop." I placed her back down on the bed and said, "Why don't you get that skirt off." Smiling, she unzipped the side of her skirt and pulled the garment off while I hurriedly removed my shirt and socks. I joined her on the bed, kissing her, the both of us completely naked now. I took in the sight of her nude body: her full, natural breasts with their smattering of tiny freckles and erect pink nipples; her perfect hourglass shape; her pale, soft skin; and her lush, red bush, trimmed around the edges but still natural and full. 

She spread her legs wide, inviting me in. I hovered over her, kissing her deeply, squeezing and fondling her breast with my left hand while stroking her hair with my right. My cock teased her entrance, rubbing the wet folds of her slit with its engorged head.

"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she whispered.

Slowly, I pushed my dick inside her. She was so wet, I just slid right in with practically no resistance at all. She gasped in my ear as the tip of my cock bumped the wall of her vagina and dug her fingernails into my shoulders. We fit together perfectly. I had to stop, I was so close to cumming right then and there. We remained still for a long moment, kissing each other gently, me inside her. After the danger had past, we started to move again. Ever so slowly I pulled out, until just the head of my cock remained inside her, then just as slowly I pushed back in. "Uhhhhnnn," she moaned. Gradually I picked up the pace, thrusting faster, harder, and she began bucking her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. The slick walls of her cunt squeezed tightly on my cock as we fucked. She wrapped her legs around my ass, holding my body closer, pulling me deeper inside her.

"Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Oooooh!" she cried out. Her wet pussy gripped me tight, and I could tell she was about to cum again. I lowered my head to a bouncing tit and sucked hard on a nipple as I fucked her hard and fast. "Oh yes oh yes oh yes!" she gasped. I dropped a hand to her hot soaking bush and strummed her clit with two fingers as my dick pistoned in and out.

"UUUHHHHHHHNNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!!!" she screamed, her face turning bright red. The dam had burst again, and hot liquid poured out of her sex, over my strumming fingers, dousing my own pubic hair while her vaginal walls gripped my cock like a burning hot vise.

And that was all I was about to take. I pulled out completely and slid my cock between her pussy lips, in that beautiful red bush. With a gutteral howl, I came, spraying gobs and gobs of white, sticky cum all over her cunt, her belly, her tits. The cum poured out of me like a firehose. I fell down upon her, kissing her over and over again, while pressed between our bodies my spasming penis spurted its last few drops.

We lay there for a while, panting, bodies covered in sweat and cum. After we had mostly caught our breath, she spoke. 

"You know, it probably would have been okay for you to do that inside me. Good Lord!"

We laughed, and I reached over the side of the bed and picked up my abandoned boxer shorts. With the shorts I wiped the semen off her body, rubbing her belly and bush clean. I dropped the shorts back on the floor and flopped down on my back. She snuggled up to me, her arm around my chest, her face buried in my neck, her breasts pressed against my arm. I was in heaven.

"Why didn't we do this years ago?" I wondered.

"We weren't ready yet," she said.

I put my arm around her and pulled her to my face, and we kissed again, deeply, tenderly. Holding each other tight, we lay there together. 

After a minute, she rolled over and fiddled with the digital alarm clock.

"You know I can't spend the night," she said.

"I know," I said.

"Fifteen minutes," she said, and rolled back to me, kissing me, arms wrapped around me. I kissed her back and stroked her hair as she drifted off to sleep. I wanted to live in that moment forever.

***

I must have fallen asleep myself, because it seemed like no time had passed at all before that damned alarm clock began beeping, waking us both up. Lesley smiled and kissed me, then got out of bed.

"Stay with me," I said.

"I can't," she said. "You know I can't. I have to take a shower."

She kissed me again, then padded off to the bathroom, leaving the door open. I heard her turn the water on, adjust the temperature, and get in. I lay there another minute, thinking, remembering. It was as if my whole life had been leading up to that night, and at last, everything I'd ever wanted was coming true. But she couldn't stay. She had a family to go back to, a husband she was still technically married to. And it wasn't as though I was staying in Philadelphia, either. I had to drive to Baltimore the very next day for another event, and then the day after that I was getting on a plane to L.A. to meet with my agent and a producer about another project. This would be the only night I'd have with Lesley for a long time.




Reuniting with Lesley



I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, pushed the curtain aside and joined her in the hot, misty shower. She turned and smiled as I got in, wet copper hair plastered to her scalp, water cascading down her pale naked body.

"There you are," she said with a grin.

She reached over and grabbed onto my penis, holding it firmly and pulling me closer to her. We kissed as she stroked my cock, getting me hard again. It didn't take very long before she had my dick stiff as a rod, but still she kept fondling it.

"God damn your cock is amazing," she said.

"Turn around," I told her.

She turned, facing her back to me. I rubbed my cock along the crack of her ass, sliding between her soft round cheeks, while I wrapped my arms around her body, one hand squeezing a breast, another nestled in her wet pubes. Then I reached down and pushed my cock between her legs, like the saddle of a bicycle. She purred as I stroked my dick between her lips, teasing her clit with the swollen head of my rod.

Slowly I dropped down to my knees. Her beautiful ass was directly in front of my face now, smooth and rosy and goose-pimpled with excitement. With my right hand I pushed her legs slightly apart and rubbed her pussy, fingers sliding back and forth along her moist slit. I pressed my thumb inside her, massaging her clit between my thumb and forefinger while rubbing little circles on her G-spot with the tip of my thumb. I pushed my face up between her legs and lapped at her pussy from behind, my tongue snaking in and out and her dripping snatch, tasting her excitement, my nose buried between her cheeks.

"Oh yeah, ohhhhhh," she sang.

I pulled my face back and replaced it with my left hand, sliding two fingers into her hot, slick tunnel, while my right hand continued to work at her G-spot and clit. I pressed my face into the crack of her ass and gently poked at her puckered pink hole with my tongue.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. I don't think anyone had ever done that to her before. I did it again, tonguing her tight asshole while my hands kept at it with her pussy. She started to rock her hips, fucking my face and hands. I slipped a third finger into her cunt and rubbed faster, harder. She gasped with pleasure.

I stood up, placed both hands on her hips, and thrust my hard dick into her waiting cunt. "Oh yes, baby, yes, ahh! Ahh!" she groaned, her ass slapping my belly as I fucked her from behind. I reached my hand between her legs to finger her clit as I humped in and out of her tight snatch. My other hand went across her chest, lifting and fondling her tits, pinching her nipples.

"Oh yes oh baby fuck me baby yes fuck me fuck me..." she cried. I kissed her neck and nibbled her shoulder. "Oh yes fuck me yes oh I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna oooooOOOOOOH!"

Her leg spasmed, and she almost lost her balance and fell, but I had her. I left her clit alone and wrapped both arms around her, continuing to pump away, just about finished myself.

"Wait wait, don't cum yet," she whispered, and I stopped. She pulled herself off of me and turned around, facing me again. Standing on one leg, she wrapped the other around my waist as she used a hand to guide my red, engorged cock back into her vagina.

"I want to see you," she explained. I gripped both her buttocks for leverage and resumed fucking her sweet pussy, looking into her bright hazel eyes the whole time. Her whole face was aglow. I gasped and moaned as she kissed my mouth, my cheeks, my neck. She licked at my earlobe, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my whole body. I squeezed her ass and fucked harder, feeling the point of no return getting closer, building, building.

"Nnnnguuuh!" I groaned as my whole world exploded into pure sensation. What felt like gallons of spunk shot from my cock in waves, coating the insides of her snatch, filling her up, spilling down her legs and dripping over my balls, dropping to the floor of the tub before being washed down the drain.

"God damn it, Lesley, you know I was always in love with you," I whispered.

"I know," she whispered back. "I know."

We stood there for a time, wordlessly holding each other, letting the hot water wash over our bodies and we caught our breath. We kissed once more, then washed ourselves off. We turned off the water and got out of the shower. I picked a towel up off the shelf above the toilet and dried her, and she did the same for me. She quickly blew-dry and brushed her hair, and we both get dressed again.

"I wasn't expecting this at all," Lesley said as she rebuttoned her blouse. "I really thought we were just going to talk."

"Yeah. Never in a thousand years would I have thought tonight would end like this." I picked up one of the barely-tasted glasses of Macallan and took a sip. "So, now what?"

"I don't know," she said. "I really don't know. I have my family, and I'm still married, even if I don't know that I love him anymore..."

"If you don't love him, then don't stay married to him," I said.

"You know it's never that simple. This is all so very sudden... I need time, I just need time."

I had nothing to say to that, though my face might have spoken for me, because Lesley crossed the room and pressed herself against me, stroking my cheek and looking deep into my eyes.

"I do love you," she said. "I do. We just have to take it slow. Okay? Let's just take it slow."

"Okay," I said, and we kissed.

I walked her back to where she had parked her car and watched her disappear into the night. The next day, I left Pennsylvania again. 

***

We stayed in regular contact, but didn't see each other. Twice, while Paul was away on business trips, we had Skype sex. Lesley became pregnant again, and that slammed the brakes hard on any plans she had to leave Paul. My second book was pretty successful, and this time the studio hired me to adapt the screenplay myself. So I ended up having to live on the West Coast for a while, and once again, we started to drift apart.

I started dating one of the actresses from the movie: one more thing checked off the bucket list of things I never thought I'd actually do, date a Hollywood starlet. That wound up also belonging to the list of things that seemed much better in my imagination than in reality. Girl was nuts. The sex wasn't even that great. I mean, it was good, but compared to Lesley? Not the same league.

I blinked, and another three years went by. I was living in New York again, working on a new book, when my phone rang. It was Lesley. After a long, bitter fight, she and Paul were divorced, and she and the kids had moved into a small condo in Brooklyn.

I met her in Prospect Park, by the carousel. She had her children with her, and the two older boys, Gregory and Mikey, were riding around on the painted wood horses. The toddler, a little girl, clung to her momma's leg. She had her mother's red hair, and big blue eyes. The eyes caused me to start for a second - I had seen plenty of pictures of her boys, and both of their eyes were brown, like their father's. Mine were blue... but that didn't necessarily mean anything, blue eyes are a recessive gene anyway.

"Hi," Lesley said to me, after we embraced.

"Hi," I said back.

"It's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you, too."

"This is Beth. Bethy, won't you say hello?"

The girl buried her face in Lesley's leg. "She's shy," Lesley apologized.

"That's okay," I said.

"So, it's been a while," said Lesley.

"It has," I agreed.

"I'm sorry. I said we would need to take it slow."

"That's true."

"I'm going to take the kids to their babysitter's in half an hour. Can we get a drink and catch up?"

"I would like that very much," I said.

"Good," she smiled devilishly. "I have a bottle of 15-year-old Macallan back at the apartment that I'd love to share with somebody."



Reuniting with Regan



It had been over twenty-five years since I had last seen her. 

Somehow, even at alumni reunions or homecoming outings, our paths had never crossed.

She was my college crush during my freshman and sophomore years at the University of Maryland, before I really knew what I was doing from a sexually active standpoint, that is. Sure, I had fucked my share of coeds (well, OK, three), but it was more from dumb luck and circumstance than it was from skill or cunning. And, the classically beautiful Regan Carter Fleming had always eluded my grasp, though she had always been my number one target, such was her timeless beauty and graceful demeanor. 

Regan was as regal as her aristocratic name implied. She grew up on the outskirts of the Beltway, the only daughter of a powerful Washington lobbyist and his former runway-model wife, whose stunning looks Regan had inherited, and every slug on Fraternity Row and half of the Sorority girls wanted to get in Regan's tighty-whiteys. She was essentially unattainable though, due to a variety of facts, rumors, innuendos, and half-truth urban legends.

She was shy (which she was); she was stuck-up (perhaps a little); she was a lesbian (that was the hot one, WAS she?); she was a virgin (probably so); she had a boyfriend (girlfriend?) back home. 

That last one was the oddest one, she lived less than ten miles from College Park. Though, back in those days, that was the easy, convenient excuse used by any boy towards any girl who refused to share her charms with the male population. As in, "I coulda fucked her, man, but she told me she has a boyfriend at home." A loser's lament, told by one who had a busy post-date self-flagellation session with Mr. Willie Blue Balls.

I, too, was on the short end of the stick when it came to taking my own throws with Regan. I had convinced her to go to a few frat parties with me, and even a trip to Atlantic City for a social function with my frat buddies (yep, an abject disaster), but the best I could show for it was a cold-fish perfunctory goodnight kiss after three dates. It was time to move on, I reckoned, but that didn't mean I ever stopped fantasizing about her.

That's why I was literally shocked dead in my tracks when, out of absolutely nowhere, over two-and-a-half decades later, I saw the e-mail inviting me to join her social network on one of the career web sites. Her photo was on her profile, too, and if possible, she looked even better than she had in the early 80's. She looked like a modern-day Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, jet black raven hair and immaculately attired, her firm, petite body still remarkably intact. I tripped on my tongue reaching for the keyboard to reply. 

Several e-mails and then phone calls over the next few weeks followed, where we learned that we were both happily divorced (she had changed her name back to Fleming after the rather contentious divorce) and now once-again single. I was invited by Regan to a dinner 'meeting', as she termed it, careful not to call it a 'date', near her home in Bethany Beach, Delaware. As I drove down Route 13 from my own home outside of Philly, her words resonated in my mind..."I have a spare bedroom, so plan on staying the night, I insist." 

As a perfect gentleman should, of course I gladly accepted her insistence. Except I was hoping that she was thinking like me. If the night went swimmingly, no spare bedroom would need to be occupied.

I glided up the driveway of a beautiful beachfront house on the south side of the small coastal town, almost on the border of Fenwick Island, just north of the Maryland state line, and immediately saw Regan's compact frame as she huddled in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest to keep her warm. As I approached her, admiring her still-silky hair blowing over her still-gorgeous face in the chilly winter air, her dark eyes sparkled. My dick hardened immeasurably. "How about that GOOD good-night kiss you've been waiting for?" she asked coyly. 

We hugged as she moved her mouth towards mine. "I'm much better at this now, I've had twenty-five years to practice," she murmured, no longer shy. We locked in a kiss well worth waiting a generation for.

The soft, slow, gentle, increasingly passionate kiss in the doorway told me instantly that the chances of this being a one-bedroom, cohabitation evening were enhancing by the minute. An Atlantic Coast Bed and Breakfast, if you will.

Regan was elegantly beautiful as always, time had indeed been a friend to her. She wore the quintessential little black dress with a strand of obviously very expensive pearls draped around the flawless skin of her neck and throat. 

We made small talk on her couch for a bit, sharing a wonderful glass of Washington State merlot, our conversation serving as extended foreplay. We soon headed down Coastal Highway to a cozy little Italian restaurant in Ocean City, Maryland, Regan allowing me have the pleasure of driving her late-model teal blue Jaguar while I ogled her slender legs in the passenger seat, squirming while trying to disguise my ever-present hard-on, which was behaving in a less-than-obsequious manner.

Dinner lasted perhaps two hours, as we tried to cram nearly thirty years of catching up in a short window of time. We covered careers, families, hobbies, travel destinations, but consciously avoided the true climactic intent, though the sexual tension was escalating with each passing subject as we gazed deeper into each other's eyes. The restaurant was nearly deserted now, the locals having scurried back to their warm bungalows on this frigid off-season winter's night. 

Curiosity got the best of me as we sipped our second bottle of wine, and I finally popped the question. No, no, not THAT question.

"So, Regan, why? Why after all this time did you reach out to me?" 

Her dark eyes lowered for a split second, so I hurried to reassure her. "Not that I'm not thrilled, by the way, I'm delighted to see you again, you were always the prettiest coed at UM, and still could win contests on campus, even today, I'm sure of it." She blushed deeply, and my mind flashed back to the vision of the shy girl of long ago as she rebuffed my advances for more than a good-night kiss at her dorm room door.

Regan sighed, took another deep gulp of the delicious wine, and cupped her chin into her downturned palms. "Ok, here goes. I turn fifty next month, and I'd been taking inventory of some things I hadn't done yet." She giggled at herself, listening to her own story. "Sort of a middle-aged bucket list, if you will."

I was quiet as a church mouse as she continued. "I was painfully shy when I met you, and yes, still a virgin. In fact, I invented an imaginary boyfriend at home for the first two years I was at school just so I wouldn't somehow blow my cover to my sorority sisters that I still hadn't had sex." She paused, her eyes scanning the distance now for some long-forgotten memory. "In fact, truth was, I was scared to death at the thought of having sex, it intimated me, though of course, I was extremely curious. All of the sisters in my sorority would talk about nothing else but sex, so I made like I was getting my share at home with my make-believe boyfriend, to whom I was true-blue."

She laughed again at her charade. "That part was true, anyway, I sure wasn't cheating on a boyfriend that didn't exist."

I had to literally catch myself from leaning over the table to kiss her, and then lift her onto it and make wild love to her right there and then. Nothing is sexier than sexual self-revelation. She continued.

"Anyway, one night at the end of my junior year, it was just after finals and we were getting ready to go home for the summer. Well, about twelve of us sat in a big circle at an impromptu slumber party of sorts and started telling stories about the men we had dated. The subject got a little more detailed as we drank more beer, of course, and it soon became a game of 'Who was the best lover you ever had' and 'Who was the most well-endowed' Silly, but fun, except I was petrified." 

My own cock twitched wildly in my trousers and threatened to raise the table now in a personal levitation trick, imagining being a fly on the wall for that private group conversation between horny sorority sisters.

Regan took another sip of the wine, this time letting her pink tongue linger on the rim of the glass. "I knew you had slept with Krissy Byrnes and Patty Murphy, even before you and I had dated. Hey, it's a small campus, only thirty thousand or so undergrads, and girls talk." She smirked at her own joke. It seemed to suddenly be getting warmer in the small restaurant, even though the logs in the fireplace were dimming.

"So I wasn't really surprised when both mentioned your name. The words they used were, and I may be paraphrasing now, 'huge', 'all night long', and 'I've never cum like that before or since'. It made quite an impression on me, but I was starting to panic because my turn was coming up. What would I say? I didn't even know what an orgasm felt like at that point." Pre-cum leaked from my dick now, forming in a small pool within my boxers.

Regan's own face was flushed now, and her eyes bore into mine. We were the only two patrons left in the restaurant, but might as well have been the only two people on the planet. She went on.

"Fortunately for me, Phoebe Wilson was sitting just to my left." 

My face betrayed my seeming stoicism. Phoebe Wilson was a cheerleader and gymnast who had, shall we conservatively say, a rather healthy carnal appetite. 

Phoebe knew more positions than a political candidate during election week, even at that tender age, and had probably been through the Terrapin football team's backfield more times than an opposing pass-rusher. I had the pleasure of, um, 'dating' Phoebe for about two months during winter-term semester junior year, and in that brief time, had learned far more in her bedroom than in any classroom.

"I didn't even know you had been with Phoebe, but, of course, it was difficult to keep track of her inventory." Regan's button nose wrinkled in a grimace. Was it disgust or envy? "But her words saved me, they broke up the room in a series of squeals, and a pillow fight broke out afterwards, so that I didn't have to say anything. All I did was say, 'Hey, I can't top that', and I was off the hook."

Regan stopped her story right there, waiting for me to respond. Of course, I took her bait, hook, line, and sinker. Regan smirked at me, essentially daring me to bite. So I did. I had to, right?

"Um, eh, just, uh, what did she say, Regan?"

Regan flicked the raven hair off of her forehead and her smoky eyes blazed into mine.

"Phoebe Wilson, class slut, said, and I quote, 'Jack Charles is the best fuck on campus. I would pay to have that big, beautiful dick on my nightstand every night'. If you must know."

We sat there, letting the words hang in the air for perhaps thirty seconds. Or an eternity, whichever came first. Regan broke the ice, reaching over to take my hand. "So, you see, Jack, as I approach my fifties, I'm no longer shy, no longer a virgin, no longer intimidated, but most certainly very curious. It's been since the early eighties, I know, but some things don't change." She paused, caressing my palm with her impeccably manicured fingertips. "Do they?"

Phoebe Wilson's fantasy nightstand toy danced wildly beneath the cover of the table top. Regan rose, smoothing her dress down over her exposed thighs as she did so. "I'm going to the ladies' room to freshen up. Would you mind pulling the car around?"

I knew I should have just let well enough alone and been the obedient valet, but keeping my mouth shut has never been one of my strong points, I admit. "So, will we be needing that spare bedroom tonight, Regan?" I asked innocently, trying to be coyly cute.

She glared at me, seemingly not enjoying my charm and wit. "Probably so," she snapped, a flash of anger in her dark eyes. My ego and dick wilted as one in an instant. My big mouth had struck again.

She looked down at me, her tiny frame seemingly dwarfing me now, peering at me as would a scolding teacher to a petulant pupil in a tiny school desk. I cowered in my seat, figuring I had just screwed up everything. And then....Regan said.....

"Because I plan on fucking you in every room of my house before you leave."

Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she sauntered determinedly to the restroom. I watched her pert little ass sway under the form-fitting dress. Some things may not have changed, but Regan certainly had. I LIKED this Regan, I liked her a lot.

I motioned to the splendid maitre'd, who knew enough to leave us alone for the last hour. "Check, please, Mario. Molto rapidamente, per favore."

He was the recipient of a very big tip. Regan would be shortly.

We somehow managed to keep our hands off of the other on the drive home, which only fueled the sexual anticipation. I wasn't going to make the mistake of opening up my mouth again, and Regan had said all that she needed to say, so we drove in silence as snow flurries started to drift from the sky over the Atlantic Ocean.

I maneuvered her Jag around my own Jeep Cherokee in the driveway and parked it gingerly in the garage. In beach front houses such as this one, the design of the house is usually up on stilts, with the garage being ground-level, as was the case in Regan's abode. 

She took my hand, still silent, as she led me up the flight of stairs to the main floor, allowing me an unfettered 'updress' view of her perfect legs for the first time, enough so that I could now verify that she was wearing a garter belt that was attached to the lacy, silk ebony stockings. She walked to the stool in front of the grand piano and sat down on it, crossing her slender legs. Her nipples pointed like teeny missiles through the sheer material of her dress. It was cold, yes, but not THAT cold.

Even though I had noticed the piano while we were enjoying our pre-dinner wine on the couch, until just now I had forgotten that Regan was a sensational piano player. Even back in college she had performed solo classical concerts on campus, but I sure as hell wasn't going to make any 'pianist' comments. She spoke for the first time since she had departed for the ladies' room in the restaurant. She always was a woman of few words, a rare trait in any woman. I decided not to verbalize that thought, either.

Pointing to the embers dying behind the screen of the fireplace, she said softly, "Would you stoke the fire, Jack, please?" 

I clumsily pushed the logs around the grates with the bronze toolset rods, trying to feign that I knew that I was doing, and more so, trying not to fall into the inferno as I squatted over it awkwardly. (Hey, YOU try to stoke a fire with a raging hard-on.)

When I turned, the fire successfully raging once again, Regan had risen and without a word, she seductively peeled the straps of her dress from her shoulders, and while still staring right at me, first into my eyes and then down to my bulging crotch, she slowly lowered the zipper on the hip, and shimmied out of the dress with a wiggle.

She stood before me in a sheer black bra, her dark-chocolate nipples poking through the lace, begging release, the stockings and garter ensemble snugly hugging her hips and thighs, a nearly transparent pair of black triangular thong panties pulled up into her slit, and the tasteful stilettos, now looking infinitely more alluring on her tapered ankles.

She was magnificent, her body could have easily shamed that of most coeds. She turned around, providing me a birds-eye view of her firm, pert buttocks, with the string of the thong tucked into her ass, serving as a fulcrum between two exquisitely rounded globes, and reached back to unsnap the hook on her bra, letting it, too, fall to the floor, landing directly on top of her dress. Her bare, shapely back curved downward, and I admired the dimple shape of her backbone just above her tight ass cheeks.

She turned once more, facing me now, her hands clasped over her breasts at first, and then dropped then to her hips, letting me admire the breasts that I had longed to see for well over half of my lifetime. I wondered for just a split second if I was the only UM alum to have seen them, but I'm not sure I wanted to know that answer. My mind works in funny ways sometimes when a beautiful, nearly naked woman is standing in front of me, go figure.

Her tits were small but perfectly proportioned to her frame, and the dark, erect nipples rose with each undulation of her chest as her breathing accelerated. Her tummy was flat, like a washboard, her hips thin, and a small tuft of finely-trimmed dark pubic hair formed an upside down 'V' right over her mound, serving as a directional welcome mat for the inevitable pleasures to come. Her sweet scent of sex wafted through the air, mixing with the swelling fire's aroma, and it was clearly apparent that her protruding labia lips were already puffy and swollen with arousal.

"You're more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, Regan." She smiled broadly at this statement, but again, I couldn't leave well enough alone. "And, believe me, I've masturbated hundreds of times envisioning you exactly like this."

She laughed out loud at my transformation from romantic gentleman to frat boy slug, but strangely enough, her countenance darkened in a lustful expression. My inadvertent confession seemed to further excite her. This truly was a different Regan. Her hand slid down to her crotch and she began to rub her slit which was still covered, barely, by the nearly-not-there thong. I rubbed my own dick in reciprocation. It seemed to be a race as to which would burst first, my cock or her nipples.

Her quiet voice lowered two octaves, huskily inquiring, "When you masturbate about me, tell me.....where on my body do you fantasize shooting your cum?" Her hand snuck under the top of her panty-line, and she pulled the thin lace to one side, exposing herself to me as she inserted a small finger into her glistening slit, patiently awaiting my reply while preparing herself.

I told her honestly, succinctly, taking another slight risk. "Your face, Regan. I imagine shooting my cream on your beautiful face. Always. Then watching you lick me clean."

She closed her eyes and ran a finger of her other hand over her pebble-like nipple, letting her head lean back in imagination. "Mmmmm, sounds wickedly tasty. I've never had a man cum on my face."

"You should add it to your bucket list then." I replied quickly. "Maybe you'll get lucky. 'Tis the season."

She giggled again, bringing me back in time to when I lived to make her laugh, even once. And now, she stood before me, a mature, classy, beautiful woman wanting to fuck me in every room of her house. Dreams come true. Thank you, Santa.

She walked back over to the piano bench and began to play, turning her back to me as I watched her the small crack of her ass part through the thong string as she sat. She began to play a soft, haunting melody that I didn't recognize, her ten fingers making love to the keys, her ten fingers like a mouth on the ivory.

I stood for a moment, not knowing exactly what to do, as she began to hum along with the tune, and she turned her head just a bit, almost whispering over her shoulder to me, not missing a note. "Take your cock out, Jack. Let's feel Phoebe Wilson's nightstand fantasy toy. Rub it on my back while I play. I want to feel your skin against my own."

This was definitely a new one. I wondered silently if Diana Krall or Norah Jones practiced this way as I stripped, but hey, I was just part of the road crew here, what the fuck did I know? 

I walked behind Regan and lifted my cock head and gently placed it onto the curve of her spine, just below her shoulder blade, and she purred like a kitten, leaning back into me. She changed the song as I lightly rubbed her shoulders. I recognized this one, it was 'Music of The Night' from Phantom of the Opera, a favorite of mine.




Reuniting with Regan



Regan began to sing softly as I caressed her collarbone and massaged her neck muscles, my hands touching the shiny pearls still around her throat.

"Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses ..."

I reached down and oh, so tenderly began to rub her nipples between my index fingers and thumbs. They stiffened beyond description. Her back arched, her voice rose an octave, almost imperceptibly.

"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night ..."

My right hand lowered down her torso, her skin was like porcelain, and I eased one finger into her thong, feeling the wetness I had hoped to evoke within Regan since 1981. 

She shuddered as my fingertip tickled and teased her rock-hard nub, as hard as her pearls, and her voice rose into angelic splendor. I moved my own body so that I was perpendicular to her now, my cock twitching against her ribcage, humping her torso gently.

"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams! Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar! And you'll live as you've never lived before ..."

I rubbed my long cock against her earlobe now, rubbing it into the silky thickness of her raven hair, and cupped her face and began to leak pre-cum onto her cheekbone.

"Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ...Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ... Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight - the darkness of the music of the night ..."

I lifted her ass from the bench, knowing full well she would continue playing, we were on the same page now, in perfect harmony, our bodies soon to join our minds in blissful synchronicity. I joined her in song as I slid the saturated thong down her legs, making note of the small puddle of love juice on the mahogany bench. We sang as one as she bent over, still tickling the keys as I tickled her clit with my own digits as I began to part her labia with my hand, softly finger-fucking her now, her cunt muscles wrapping instantly like a vise around the digital intruders. 

We sang together as one in a soulful crescendo as her cunt nectars dripped onto my palm.

"Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me ..."

I entered her slowly with my cock, finally, realizing my girth would take some adapting to, and anticipated Regan's garden to be an exceedingly snug fit.

It was worth the wait, that magical moment when the source of your desire for the longest time finally reaches the grand finale, the perfect climax. Regan's body turned a bright crimson as she began to rock impulsively onto my pole now, her face contorting with each note, matched by each urgent thrust of our pelvises. Our pace had gone from a slow, tender introduction, to a faster, rhythmic fucking, my balls slapping into her ass like a percussion accompaniment.

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication! Touch me, trust me savour each sensation! Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write - the power of the music of the night ..."

She came hard, on my cock, her fingers gripping the side of the piano with ferocity, and she muffled screams as another orgasm, this one even more powerful than the first, permeated her being, her every fiber, and I reluctantly withdrew from her as her vagina fought valiantly to keep me deep within her, not wanting the sensation, nor the song, to end. I turned her sideways, and she knew what was next, and her tiny mouth opened like a hungry baby robin awaiting its meal. 

I angled my dick up just a few inches from her mouth, purposely, and watched her beautiful face recoil at first as the first two ropes of cum splattered onto her eyelid and forehead, the next one into her scalp, the contrast striking between the milky white seed on her midnight-black hair, and finally stuffed my shaft into her mouth, admiring the flood of warm cum trickling between her lips.

We finished the last verse as my cum ran down her neck onto Regan's collarbone, chest, and nipples, and I weaved my cum into her skin with my fingers, coating it onto her tummy.

"You alone can make my song take flight..."

"Help me make the music of the night . . ."

We kissed tenderly, like the long-lost lovers that we had now become, one song completed, one act ended, but the show just beginning.

The night, like the show, like the rest of our lives, was also just beginning. I lifted Regan into my arms and began the ascent to the second floor. 

"Now, just where IS that spare bedroom, Regan?"

I stayed for four nights. Regan's house had a lot of rooms. And closets, and hallways, and showers, and a hot tub, and we even did it on her balcony in the frigid Atlantic winds while she wore only a fur coat that was pulled up over her hips. I took her eagerly from behind as she gripped the railing tightly while two fisherman watched us fuck from the shoreline.

By day two, Regan's face glowed with the radiance that only sensational lovemaking and a steady stream of protein facials can provide.

On day three, I took Regan's anal virginity, as she lay prone and bent over the piano bench, appropriately enough. 

On day four, Regan emoted another bucket list item: to make love to a woman while her lover watched before joining into a threesome.

I concurred heartily, and augmented her fantasy by suggesting that perhaps she should also consider the experience and sensation of being double-penetrated by two men at the same time. 

The enthusiastic manner with which Regan sucked my cock indicated that she would sincerely ponder such a scenario during my next visit.

It should be a quite entertaining stay next time, don't you think?



Reuniting with Sandy



Reuniting with Sandy (and her hot daughter)

From our fantastic night onwards Sandy, who had acquired my email address, began to email me the pictures that I took of her that night. Each day, one by one, the pictures arrived in my inbox, waiting for me when I woke up. The pictures began with the cum on her face, then the cum on her tits and finally the cum dripping out her pussy. The photos were inspiration while I masturbated, not that they were exactly necessary as the just the thought alone of Sandy was enough to get me going. As the pictures of our night ran dry more of Sandy kept coming through, beginning with her in a variety of sexy lingerie. In a variety of poses she showed her assets: her tits, cleavage and her great ass.

As the pictures continued to enter my inbox the pictures got raunchier. Firstly her bra came off, her large tits bare and nipples uncovered as she posed on her bed. Next her panties were off, pictures of her hairy pussy, bare ass and uncovered tits, much like a playboy pin up, the next batch of photos to turn me on. Naturally they progressed to sexual level, photos of Sandy fingering her pussy, fucking herself with a dildo and also several of her fucking herself with a banana, the latter bringing back memories of the first time I saw her naked.

Once the picture income halted and contact had become non-existent I wrote Sandy a very naughty email, telling her how much I missed her and how much I wanted to fuck her and be with her. A week later there was still no reply from Sandy and I became downhearted, thinking she had become bored with our little game.

A month had passed when I was due to return home briefly for Jessica's 18th birthday. I was thoroughly looking forward to this to see my friends and family again, in particular Sandy. The day I was due to leave though my phone rang, it was work, they needed me to work for the weekend. Needing the money I couldn't refuse so my planned weekend was ruined.

After the party I was talking to my mom who told me how wonderful the party was and how beautiful Jessica looked. I didn't entirely believe her as moms always say that about the host of the party. It wasn't until she sent me a CD of photos from the party that I believed her. Dressed in a short, red glittery dress her long legs running forever, tits pushed up in the dress. Over the four months that had passed since I had seen her she had filled out really well. Her tits had become as big as her mom's, she had grown taller, causing her to look thinner and had died her hair blonde. She looked sexy as hell and standing next to her mother the pair were some of the sexiest girls going around. Standing next to her daughter Sandy's tight top clung tightly to her tits and curves of her body while the jeans she was wearing hugged her legs and ass, totally desirable. I can't believe I missed it.

A few weeks after the party I received an email from Sandy. Excitement shot through my body as I opened the attachment, a picture of Sandy playing with herself. I was in heaven. Here was my sexy MILF back in my inbox. 

One weekend I decided I would fly back and visit everyone from home: my mom, my family, my friends and in particular Sandy. I was home for a day before I decided to go around and visit Sandy on the Saturday morning. I knocked at the door but no one answered. I entered the house anyway, knowing that my good friends were unlikely to mind. I explored the house to see if they were home and as I walked past Sandy's bedroom door I heard what I thought to be female moans coming from the room. Putting my ear to the door I listened in, hearing the sexy moans I remember so vividly. I figured Sandy was masturbating, so slowly I opened the door, squeezing in as quietly as I could.

I peeked at the bed and I couldn't believe my luck, the blonde hair of Jessica recognizable between Sandy's legs, Jessica's ass positioned well to enter her from behind. "Oh yes that's the way, lick my pussy, lick your horny mom's hairy pussy." Sandy's skirt was hiked up and panties next to her on the bed, her shirt pulled up above her breasts where she was playing with her nipples. I stripped off, Sandy smiling at me, my hard dick now free from its constraints.

Jessica's tight white panties stretched across her ass, a wet spot visible from where I was standing. It was an inviting prospect and I crept over to her, pushing her skirt up further and pulling aside her panties to see her perfect pink pussy, shaved and smooth. She motioned to look back but Sandy pushed her head back down to her pussy where she held it there. "Don't worry about him, just my lick my pussy bitch."

Jessica's pussy glistened with her woman juices and I licked up and down her slit, removing all of her sweet juices from her pussy. She squirmed with each touch, her moans muffled, as her mouth was still being held tight against her mother's pussy. Her pussy continued to leak out fluid as I licked it, the woman juices providing a slick lubricant for my finger. Running my finger around her juices collected on my finger and I pushed it into her tight, young pussy. Jessica gasped as the finger slid into her, and I began to lick her asshole as I pulled my finger out and pushed it back into her. "Yeah finger my daughter's tight pussy while she licks my wet pussy." I circled my tongue around the hole, tickling her sensitive area while my finger punished her pussy, a second finger easily sliding into the wet hole.

Sandy, quietly moaning up until now, began to scream, "oh fuck, fuck yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck," Jessica's tongue working her clit. A few more expletives were released before Sandy came. Releasing her daughter's head as she collapsed on the bed Jessica looked around to see me eating her ass but before she could say anything she screamed and panted as she came over my fingers and came down from the orgasmic high.

As I licked the juices from my fingers Jessica turned around and kissed me, her tongue joining my fingers in my mouth. I removed my fingers and kissed her properly, our tongues in union for the first time. She broke the kiss and immediately began talking, declaring her love for me. When Jessica gets nervous she tends to talk a lot and that is what she did. She began to ramble, "oh Jonathon this a dream come true. I always fantasize about you, fingering my pussy, wishing it was your dick in me." Sandy, lying back on the bed and rubbing herself, smiled at me, as her daughter continued to talk, "and when I first got fucked, I imagined it was you on top me." 

She looked so cute rambling but her mother snapped her out of it, slapping her ass. "Jessica, stop talking and suck his cock." Jessica, alert, looked around and noticed my hard dick, just inches from her, pointing out from my groin. She took the head of my dick in her mouth and softly sucked on it. As Jessica took in more of my dick and ran her tongue along what was in her mouth, Sandy crawled up behind her and lifted her t-shirt up over her head to reveal her large naked breasts.

"They're beautiful aren't they, big and round like her mom's, just the way the boys like them," said Sandy as she ran her hands over her daughter's breasts, massaging them and rolling the little buds of her nipples in between her fingers. 

"Mmm, I love them. I love yours too," I replied as Jessica was jacking off my dick with her hand while sucking on the end of my cock. 

"Oh you do, do you?" she said back, standing up next me, pushing one of her nipples in my mouth. I gratefully accepted it, sucking on the hard bud, swapping between the two as my dick continued to slide in and out of Jessica's mouth.

With my dick well and truly hard Jessica stood up and slipped out of her skirt and panties, her naked body just an inch from me. "Jonathon please fuck me, I've waited so long this," she said as she dropped back on the bed, her legs spread. I shuffled myself over to the inviting pussy and looked at Sandy who gave me a little nod to continue. I ran the head of my dick up and down her slit, collecting her womanly juices that were gathering and slipped it in the tight hole, easing myself slowly in. 

I began to fuck her, withdrawing and push it backing it, her tight pussy creating a vacuum around my cock. Sandy, rubbing Jessica's clit in a circular motion, then asked me, "how do you like fucking my hot little girl? Is it better than fucking her mom?"

"It's fucking amazing. Your both fucking amazing."

"Oh Jonathon. Ah, ah, ah," whimpered Jessica as my balls slapped against her ass.

Jessica's moans continued to increase and next to us Sandy, now naked, had her ass in the air, pointing at me. "Remember this ass?" she said as she ran one hand over the firm area, slapping it once. "Of course you do. Come fuck me like the whore I am, just like you did last time." I pulled myself out from Jessica and slipped my dick straight into Sandy's wet pussy. "Ohhh yes, fuck me hard. Fuck me like the hot slut I am." 

Jessica stood up and moved the side of her mother. As Sandy bucked back on me and I thrust into her Jessica guided her hand down Sandy's back and onto her ass cheeks, rubbing one with each hand. Raising one hand to my face she put two fingers into my mouth that I gently sucked on. With her fingers enclosed in my lips she slowly withdrew them and eased both in Sandy's asshole. "Oh you little slut!" Sandy screamed as the fingers entered her tight ass. Jessica began to fuck Sandy's ass with her fingers as I continued to pound her from behind. "Yeah fuck my ass you little slut, you just wait until Jonathon sticks his big dick in your tight little ass though! Ohhh!!"

Accepting her fate Jessica put a third finger in, ramming them all in and stretching the tight hole. Sandy screamed and in a matter of moments with a prolonged moan she was cumming over my dick. As I pulled myself out from her I was still ready for more and so was Jessica, pushing me down onto the bed. She leant down and kissed me before throwing herself down on my cock, bouncing up and down. Sandy lay spent next to us on the bed and watched as Jessica massaged her tits and moaned with every down stroke on my cock. As she increased her speed her moans became louder and more frequent as I also was close to cumming. "Oh shit Jonathon I'm about to cum, cum with me." I couldn't hold any longer and I came in her pussy, Jessica slowing and with her eyes closed sighed and fell on me as I continued to fill her pussy with my juice. With her face next to mine she kissed me and said to me, "wow that was the best root I've ever had." As my dick became soft it fell from her pussy, she rolled off to the side, and I was now lying between daughter and mom. 

"What do you mean Jessica, it's not over yet. Jonathon hasn't fucked your ass yet!" her mom replied smiling at me. 

As I laid there recovering Sandy climbed over the top of me and began to lick around Jessica's pussy, cleaning up my cum that was now dripping out of her. After all that I didn't think I would able to continue but that sight got me going again. I kneeled next to Jessica's head and she took the end of me in her mouth as I rubbed one of her nipples.

My dick grew in her mouth and Sandy looked up at her daughter pleasuring me. Immediately she stopped cleaning her daughter and moved to my hardening dick. I removed my dick from Jessica's mouth and allowed Sandy to suck on it, Jessica licking my balls that were dangling in front of her face. With my cock now fully hard I moved back in between Jessica's spread legs and licked her asshole, spitting my saliva over the area. Sandy was now sitting on her daughter's face, muffling the screams that came from her as I eased the head of my dick into the tight hole, taking her anal virginity. "Yeah fuck that tight ass Jonathon, punish my slutty daughter," ordered Sandy as I pulled back and pushed a little more into her. "Mmm, how does that feel baby, do you think mommy should take care of that monster for you?" asked Sandy, Jessica attacking her clit, trying to nod in response.

Sandy got up from her daughter's face and pushed me down onto the bed, easing my dick into her ass. In one slow movement her ass had engulfed my dick and Sandy cried, "AH FUCK! It's so big." I looked over at Jessica who had several tears running down hers cheeks. I leant over and kissed them off, kissing her lips as well. Sandy was holding on to me as she continued to force herself down on me, my cock stretching her asshole. 

It wasn't long before I was ready to cum and I declared to Sandy, "oh shit, I'm about to cum."

"Yeah baby, fill my ass with your seed, fill me up, fill my slutty hole."

With Sandy sitting on my dick I shot several spurts of my cum into her ass. Sandy clambered off and moved over to her daughter, holding her ass cheeks apart, cum dripping out of the hole. "Eat the cum out of my ass," she ordered. Jessica had no choice but to abide, licking the dripping cum and then swirling her tongue as deep into hole as she could get it. Softly Sandy moaned as Jessica's tongue ticked the inside of her ass. Satisfied she rolled over next to me where I still laid, spend, now with Jessica and Sandy lying next me to on the bed. 

"Wow I'm so glad I came back this weekend," I said to both my lovers.

"What do you mean?" replied Sandy, "this weekend is far from over."

I ended visiting them a few more times that weekend, having my own separate occasions with each of them.

A month later I got a call from Jessica telling me she was pregnant I was the father. I was ecstatic and Sandy and Jessica flew out to discuss what we should do. I told them that I still had college her so Jessica would be welcome to stay here. We all thought it was a good idea and that Jessica would move over in about a month, which would give her time to pack and say goodbye to her friends and family there. Just a week before she was due over Sandy called again and told me that she was having troubles with her husband and they were thinking about splitting. I told her she was welcome to join us and she jumped at the opportunity. The next week they both moved in with me and we became a family, a very close and loving family. 



Reuniting



Ahh, the sweet taste of Helena and David.