4 comments/ 171590 views/ 21 favorites After Midnight By: BigG This story is fiction. This is for your personal entertainment and enjoyment. * * * * * “What a fucking day. My woman leaves me, my boss cuts my pay, and my car decides to break down.” Jason said to himself as he walked home in the dense fog. “I wish I could just rewind time and make today better.” Jason mumbled as he walked into a phone poll. “Damn this fog!” Jason exclaimed, holding his arm. Little did Jason know that the next day would prove to be more exciting than his wildest dreams. The day had started like any other as Jason dragged himself from the warmth and comfort of his bed to the shower. Since he and his live-in girlfriend, Barbera, slept in the nude, he quickly got the shower to the warmth of his liking. Jason scrounged for the soap as he entered the shower, pondering the events of the prior day. “Wow!” Jason thought to himself as the warm waters ran down his nude body. “I never knew that my sister was so fun!” He smiled silently to himself at this thought. Hearing a noise from the bedroom, Jason hurriedly finished his shower to return to clear the way for Barbera, who had a class on psychotherapy at 7:00am. Barbera, a twenty year-old psychotherapy student at a nearby university, was a luscious, desirable woman. Her 38C breasts were firm and perky. Her face was clear, clean, and slightly rounded with high cheekbones. Her ass was magnificently taunt and supple. And her pretty pink pussy seemed to be wet 24/7. She made her way into the shower, not saying a word to Jason, just a queer “good morning” smile. She, too, rushed through her shower. She quickly got dressed, kissed Jason on the cheek, and left for class. Jason, now slightly confused, finished his morning cup of coffee and left for his work at DigiTech Computer Servicing. It was now 7:30am, the typical time Jason would arrive at work. He always arrived about a half-hour early as to open up the shop. Soon the thirty minutes came by and Jason was unlocking to doors when his boss rounded the corner. Jason smiled, waved, and proceeded to continue with his morning routine. About and hour later Mr. Davis, Jason’s boss, called Jason over the P.A. to his office. Jason reported to his superior quickly, but the look on Mr. Davis’ face told Jason he was in for bad news. “Now, Jason. We’ve come up with some money missing from the register three weeks in a row now. It’s only on the days you work, and around the times you count your drawer. Now, you must know how this looks to management, right?” Mr. Davis said. Jason, who was now feeling nervous, replied “Yes, sir. I didn’t take any money though. I don’t know how it’s coming up missing.” Mr. Davis simply shook his head and said, “I’m sorry, Jason. I can’t do anything to help you with this one. Mr. Mayamito has ordered me to deduct money from your pay to cover the missing funds. I truly am sorry.” Jason, now insulted and hurt at the fact that the man that he thought of as a father wouldn’t even attempt to persuade Mr. Mayamito to change his mind, left Mr. Davis’ office. Throughout the remainder of the day, Jason continued to work, when he received a phone call from Barbera. “Hi, honey!” Jason exclaimed. “What prompted you to call me at work?” Jason inquired. “Hi, err, honey.” Barbera hesitantly said. “Oh, well, I have to tell you something.” Jason listened carefully as Barbera dumped him over the phone. Now, with heartache heavy and anger rising, Jason finished his workday on a bad foot. It was now 4:30pm time for Jason to leave work. Jason quickly gathered his things and went to his car. Feeling he needed a drink, Jason stopped at the local liquor store and purchased several fifths of Vodka. Jason placed the booze into the back of his car and headed home. Around three-quarters of the journey home Jason’s car sputtered, puttered, and stopped. Jason attempted to get his old vehicle running again, but to no avail. Jason kicked his not-so-trusty Buick’s tires a few times before gathering his liquor and began the two-mile walk home. The fog, being extremely dense, slowed Jason’s pace to a crawl. He walked carefully as to attempt to not bump into anything. “What a fucking day. My woman leaves me, my boss cuts my pay, and my car decides to break down.” Jason said to himself as he walked home in the dense fog. “I wish I could just rewind time and make today better.” Jason mumbled as he walked into a phone poll. “Damn this fog!” Jason exclaimed, holding his arm. After a second or two to regain his bearings, Jason headed forth once again. Finally arriving home at 6:00pm, Jason sat on his couch, and placed his liquor in the freezer. A few minutes later, Jason received a phone call from his sister, Laura. She called to inform him that she was in town for a few days and wanted to know if she could come and visit. Jason excitedly agreed and in about fifteen minutes, Laura knocked on the door. Jason opened the door and was met with a great big hug! “Oh my God!” Laura exclaimed. “You’ve certainly grown up since the last time I saw you!” Laura smiled. “Laura!” Jason shouted. “It’s been forever! How have you been? Oh, please, come on in!” Laura smiled and entered the one bedroom apartment. “It’s been ages, bro. I’ve been pretty good, I’m taking business classes at college and working at McMullen’s Fashion Boutique.” Laura said, smiling. “Wow, that’s great! What are you doing in town?” Jason asked. “Oh, nothing. I have to get a few materials for work and, well, I wanted to visit you anyway.” Laura said, grinning. “That’s awfully sweet of you, sis.” Jason said. They continued to catch up, talk about lost loves, hard times, good times, and old times for the remainder of the afternoon. Laura was going to rent a motel room, but Jason insisted that she take his room and he’d sleep on the couch. Laura, who was a stunning twenty-seven year-old brunette, had some very fetching attributes. Her breasts were a size 34C. Her ass was very shapely and tight, maybe even tighter than Barbera’s. Her complexion was that of a goddess, nearly perfect in every way. And Jason began to notice this as she stepped out to say good night in a dainty white T-shirt and soft cotton panties. Before she could close the door, Jason asked “Hey! Laura! How about your and I have some liquor, for old times sake?” Laura grinned mischievously and replied “Sure!” It was about 10:00pm and Jason had just opened the first fifth of vodka. Laura smiled at Jason and said, “Hey! Got any Mountain Dew? We can mix it with the vodka. It’s so cold, it should go down nice and smooth!” Jason quickly opened the two-liter of Mountain Dew that he had in his refrigerator and replied, “One step ahead of you, sis!” Jason quickly poured about one quarter of a cup of vodka into each glass, filling them the rest of the way with the Mountain Dew. Jason handed Laura a glass, sat next to her, smiled, and said, “Bottoms up!” Laura, who never really drank alcohol, grinned and attempted to defeat her brother in the drinking game. Soon, the Mountain Dew was gone, the vodka was gone, and they were both mumbling and giggling as they reminisced about old times. Around 11:30pm Jason and Laura were pretty toasted. The alcohol had hit them full force and Jason was sitting on the couch while Laura relaxed in the chair. They continued their attempt at conversation until around 12:30am when Laura, whether it was the booze acting or herself acting, walked, or should I say stumbled, over to the couch where Jason sat with a stupid grin on his face. Unknown to Laura, Jason had a complete hard-on. He was just sitting there, hard as a rock, and smiling a drunken smile. Laura sat next to him on the couch and leaned on him saying, “Wow… I haven’t been this drunk in a long time!” Jason, plastered out of his mind, replied, “Yeah, me neither. The last time I got drunk was after I graduated college!” They both chuckled and soon Laura stumbled back to her feet. She looked over at Jason and said, “This couch is a little uncomfortable.” And before Jason could reply or gather his senses, Laura sat down onto his lap. That was it, the tension was too overwhelming. Jason quickly wrapped his arms around Laura and whispered to her, “I want you, Laura. I’ve wanted you ever since you walked through that door. I can’t stop thinking about how absolutely beautiful you are.” Jason panicked when he realized what he had just said but, to his surprise, Laura turned around and stared hotly into his eyes. “Jason.” She whispered. “I want you, too. I’ve wanted you ever since I realized how handsome you’ve become. You’ve definitely come a long way from the awkward teenager I used to know.” Jason, now much more relaxed, and still quite drunk, pulled his sisters lips to his, breaking their seal with his tongue, invading her mouth with it, and then sucking hers into his mouth. The kiss unlocked a huge surge of passion in both of them. Laura quickly got off of Jason and began unzipping his pants. Jason lifted himself off of the couch enough for Laura to pull his pants and boxers off. His 10-inch dick quickly sprang into view. Laura stared hungrily at the swollen member. She watched as it pulsed, almost calling her to it. She opened her mouth and impaled her head onto the huge, throbbing organ. She sucked on the delicate and sensitive head for a while, teasing the tip with her tongue, trying to enter his urethra. Jason moaned as her warm, skilled mouth worked his member. She suddenly took all 10 inches of his huge cock down her throat. She choked a little, but quickly relaxed and started to bob her head on it. Jason was beginning to lose control as the hot passion that had built up inside of him took control. He began to thrust into her head, eventually pounding himself into her mouth. She tried to suck while he pumped her throat, and she could feel his balls beginning to get a little heavier. He continued to bury his hard tool into her face for about another then minutes before a ceased a little, he pumped her head and began spilling gush after hot gush of his love seed down her throat. She could feel his seed going into her stomach and took his hard cock out of her mouth enough to taste his juices. She loved the warmth and the taste of his cream and greedily drank every drop. Jason relaxed and began to catch his breath on the couch. Laura took her panties and shirt off and Jason removed the remainder of his clothes. They rushed to the bedroom where Jason shoved his sister onto the bed. “Eat my pussy.” Laura whispered. And with that Jason buried his face into her mound. Her pussy smelled like pure H2O and was clean-shaven. Jason traced every crease of her supple vulva. Laura moaned at the heat of his tongue touching her box. She ground her hips into his face and runs his fingers through her hair, rubbing one of her large breasts with one hand. Jason brushed his teeth against her stiff clit before her began to suck on it. Laura moaned a little louder and wrapped her legs around his head a little. Jason began quickly flicking her tender button with his tongue, driving Laura mad. She began really grinding her hips into his face and started to arch her back. Jason finally stuck his tongue into her warm wet pussy. She bucked and thrust into his head as he brought her closer to orgasm with every lick. She was going insane with the hot passion of their act of incest. Jason’s mind was spinning from the alcohol and the passion. He pushed his tongue deep into her hot, steamy, slippery hole. Plunging its depths with his flexing muscle. Laura bucked wildly and squeezed his head with her slim, shapely legs as she had a series of intense orgasms. Her body racked and arched and twisted and quivered with every move of his skilled tongue. She finished her series of orgasms with an orgasm so powerful she almost fell unconscious. Jason smiled and let her rest for about ten minutes then pulled out some K-Y Jelly from a drawer in his bedside cabinet. He poured some of the slippery substance onto his hand a generously applied it to his throbbing hard-on. Laura whispered, “Be gentle at first, please. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man, much less any man of your size.” Jason smiled, and slowly began to enter her steaming hot tunnel with his enormous cock. Laura quivered and squirmed as she felt how huge he was. She moaned as he slowly stretched her, taking time to let her get used to his huge size before entering more. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed into his sister. About ten minutes later he was buried to the hilt in hot wet, quivering pussy. His sisters hot, wet, quivering pussy. That thought nearly blew his mind and he began to withdraw, slowly. Her slowly pushed back in, nearly driving Laura out of her mind. Laura wrapped around Jason like a mighty python. She squeezed as his filled her with his cock once again. Jason quickly developed a slow rhythm. He kept that same rhythm until he felt she was ready. He began speeding his pace, Laura’s nails running down his back. She was in pure ecstasy. She was wailing like a banshee as Jason pumped her hot pussy with his monster cock. She was sweating and having orgasm after earth shattering orgasm. Jason was soon slamming into her as hard as he could. He was burying himself deep inside her steamy depths. His balls slapping against her. Laura thrusting her hips to match his rhythm. Jason locked lips with his sister in a hot, passionate kiss as he began to shoot load into her. Laura moaned as she felt herself being flooded by his hot seed. She sucked on his tongue as he pounded her hot snatch until every drop of his love juice was deep inside her cunt. Laura smiled and began to relax as he slowed to a stop. Jason lay down next to Laura and kissed her while whispering “I love you.” To her. Laura smiled and kissed him back, and replied “I love you, too.” Jason and Laura cuddled and kissed for about an hour before they both fell fast asleep in each other’s arms. After Midnight It had been a full month since I had driven down this road, this night being very much the same as the other. Though the season was changing, the leafy boughed trees, which canopied this road, still filtered the light from the full moon as it shown brightly in the gray September sky. Looking upward, I savored that light, drew my strength from it. I knew where I was going this time. He had beckoned me and I knew I could no more not go than I could decide not to breathe. He was inside me now; mind... spirit... soul. So when his summons came to me I rose from my bed, not bothering with any other clothing save for the sheer black negligee in which I slept, and entered my car. Setting out to answer his beckoning call. I knew it was after midnight but that did not matter. I must answer. From my very first encounter with this man I knew I was his. I had met him here, in this cemetery on an unusual night not so long ago. He was a strange tall dark figure standing alone among the headstones and I was simply out for a summer stroll in the middle of the night. Something I did often, never having been concerned with things that may or may not happen to a woman alone in the dark. Why I approached him when I saw him, I cannot say but it was as though I was not acting of my own free will. As if he beckoned me and I had to obey. It was here he first violated me but yet I openly welcomed that violation. Me, a woman who always prided herself on being independent and never subservient to anyone, I allowed his control openly. His taking of me seemed to make me whole... complete. Yet I know there is no other I would ever allow this much of me. I was singular, never bonded, until now. He is my Master. My short black negligee billowed behind me in the soft autumn wind and though there was a mild chill to the air, I scarce noticed. The sole purpose of my nocturnal visit foremost in my mind, overshadowing all other issues. I felt no climatic discomforts, no hunger, no fear of the night. My hand brush lightly down the front of my filmy gown and stopped at the lower abdomen. Though it had only been a month I knew it was there. I could feel it... Growing... Feeding... Seething inside me. His spirit...his seed. As I approached the area where I had my first encounter with him, the voice inside me spoke. "Pass by," it whispered in my mind. The voice was low... Echoey. "I await you over here...over here..." The sound was distant, yet near. Inside me, all around me, beyond the cemetery limits. It bounced, first from one ear, then the other, like the sound a good stereo makes with a well-made CD. I continued on. Passing a particularly large statue I sensed an intent gaze. My heart raced as I felt whatever it was looking at me, reach deep within. I could see the blood red points of light that were its eyes staring hungrily at me. Still I proceeded. My old fortitude remained, as did my non-fear of anything unknown. I never feared the bogeyman and I was not about to start. Beyond the cemetery limits, I entered the darkened woods, very foreboding, very ominous. I could sense his presence and could not understand his reluctance to show himself to me. Inwardly I wondered just where he intended our next encounter and was anxious for it to take place. I had never known a man such as he; never known fulfillment such as he had given unto me that night. "This way," I heard a hushed guiding voice within me. "Come to my grove." It instructed. The voice ever low, ever echoing with enchantment but still tinged with a dangerous growl. My heartbeat quickened with anticipated excitement. I saw out of the corner of my eye a shadowy figure as it darted from tree to tree. I couldn't see it clearly but what I did see seemed almost inhuman. Its stature was somewhat crouch like as if it were a normally four-footed animal walking upright on it's two hind legs. The head seemed larger than normal and the way it held its hands made them look paw like, with elongated fingers, clawed at the ends. Now my normally inward fearlessness was somewhat shaken as I realized what it was. Though the creature was only shadows to me now I thought I recognized its silhouette. Still feeling no real fear, ever the adventurous one, I continued. Soon I entered a grove; an open place in the center of the dark forebodingness. Huge stone obelisks stood in a circle with a large flat stone slab across the top of every two. In the center was a great stone in the shape of a coffin, well worn, stained with immense age; stained with blood. The full moon brightness illuminated this stony casket as if showing my way. I saw the figure then, and my heart raced. This was not what I had expected. Still I stood stoically, ready to accept my fate. My filmy negligee now blew wildly behind me, as the wind seemed to increase, clinging to every curve of my body. It left no imagination to my attributes. Then, as if to frighten me, the thing, which had pursued me, leaped out from behind the obelisk directly in front of me and landed, crouched on nearly all fours. I immediately recognized the beast. It was a Demon that had entered my dreams often. Its ears were pointed, sticking through somewhat long human/animal hair that reached to the middle of its shoulder blades and I could see the sharp fangs protruding from its mouth. Its jaws slavering, eyes deep glowing red. There was a hint of the tip of a horn in the middle of its forehead; the entire body was covered with a light hair, almost fur like. As it slowly inched toward me, still down all fours, I noticed how its hind feet were elongated, very much like the paws of a wolf and its front feet/hands, though they had definite fingers, resembled paws also, with extremely long claw like fingernails. I stood, my heartbeat pounding furiously in my ears. This is what my Master had in store for me? My mind felt its first sense of uncertainty. The beast sniffed the air in my direction as I slowly took small hopefully unnoticed steps backwards. I was unsure what I would do now, the thought of my Master was strong within me but I was unsure of the intentions of this beast. I came to an abrupt halt as my back encountered one of the obelisks. The Demon was upon me now; I knew there was no direction in which I could escape successfully. I placed my hand behind my back, feeling the roughness of the stone, bracing myself for what may come as the Beast caught up with me. I felt the Demon's cold/hot breath as it sniffed the length of my legs and inwardly cursed my feel of excitement as it approached that most sacred of places. It lingered with its nose there for a moment, and I heard a low growly chuckle come from deep within its chest. It flicked its tongue out, lightly brushing against my clit thru the filmy negligee. I shuddered with unwanted desire. Then it continued upward, smelling every inch of my body. As it rose to its hind feet, I felt its fore paw/hand softly caress up the insides of my legs, gently forcing them open. The Beast's face was next to mine, one arm braced against the stone next to my head, and I saw its wide toothy grin spread as its hand went beneath my gown and came in contact with my privates, feeling my growing wetness. "Good," The Demon rumbled deeply, still with an echo in its voice. It was the voice of my Master yet it was not, more beastial, more primal. "You desire me, yet you fear me." All the while it caressed my privates, pressing ever so lightly with the tips of its claws. I felt myself lower a bit as if my traitorous body wanted the connection. The Beast then threw back its head and let out a roaring laugh. It lowered its head, looked with glowing red eyes into my own and said, "You will scream for me this night." I trembled in spite of myself. I so loathed showing fear, even in the presence of this great Demon, and I loathed the fact that this was all strangely exciting. It let the claw of its forefinger lightly scratch against my nub, then travel up my belly under my negligee, circling my navel. Stopping momentarily to lay its palm flat on my lower abdomen, caress it. I felt that within me stir. The Demon then pulled its hand up to between my breasts where a silk drawstring held the outer cape of my negligee in place. The Demon looked down at the thin tie, crooked its claw/nail under it and with one quick jerk, sliced the tie away. My cape dropped away from my shoulders, exposing even more of myself to this vile creature, as the bodice of my negligee hid nothing. The Beast cupped my breast in one paw like hand, lifted it from its flimsy covering, and covered it with its mouth. My breath came out in trembling ecstasy as I felt its forked tongue circle the areola of my nipple, then felt the Beast draw my ample breast deep within its mouth. Its fang like teeth nearly penetrated my skin, still I moaned with unwanted pleasure. It then pulled off my breast, still cupping it in its hand, and looked deep in my eyes with a self -satisfaction that made me cringe. Inwardly I wondered what I was becoming to allow this Beast, this Demon have such possession of me. It pulled its other hand away from the obelisk and let it run first across my hair, then down the side of my cheek, stopping at my chin to caress my lips with its thumb. Something in me seemed to awaken. I opened my mouth and without warning, clamped my teeth down as hard as I could on the muscle below its thumb. The Beast threw back its head and pierced the night with its deafening roar of rage and pain. It let my breast fall from its hand and forced its other hand from my mouth, causing me to take a bit of its flesh with my bite. Its blood was spicy, hot and sweet all at the same time. I saw my chance as it held the wrist of the injured member. I lifted my foot, placed it firmly in the center of its abdomen and pushed backward as I caught the creature off balance. With one great push, I propelled myself off the stone's surface and began to run. I was unsure of my direction. In my haste to get away, I had turned in toward the large stone coffin. The light carpet of leaves on the ground was thick with dew and my bare feet had trouble gaining any traction. Sometimes I was able to run upright, sometimes I found myself on all fours as the Beast had been. I didn't dare look behind me. I could still feel its anger growing around me. Suddenly, when I had fallen to all fours, I felt the Demon grab the back of my negligee. It roared angrily as it raked its claws down my back, ripping my light covering like tissue. I felt the blood come to the surface of the scratches it made as I fell to the ground. The Beast reached with one great paw and grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to my back. I could feel the dampness of the ground seeping into my wounds. It stood to its full height, a near 10 feet, raised one mighty clawed paw far above its head. The roar that followed was even more deafening than before. The Beast brought its claws down unmercifully across my cheek, causing my head to snap to one side. It then repeated with the other paw as I sought to backward crawl out of its reach. It then grabbed the front of what was left of my negligee and tore it away, leaving me totally naked before it. My backward crawl came to an immediate halt as I came up against what I knew could only be the stone coffin. The Demon towered over me, breathing heavily with rage and blood lust. It straddled me and I could see its huge fully erect maleness, which bore an odd curve and very detectable spines on the sides. The thickness of it was amazing, unlike any human penis and I found myself thinking what it may feel like with that inside of me. Its member visibly throbbed with its desire and I knew there would be no mercy for me now, and yet, in a rather unwanted wanting I did not desire mercy. In a swift near undetectable motion the Beast had a mighty paw clasped around my throat. It lifted me, nearly strangling me, as I could feel its fingers reach all the way around to the back of my neck. It held me high above its head, eyes glowing up at me. "You will scream for me NOW!" It roared and with one loud grunt, it forced me down onto its beastly penis, my legs automatically parting, wrapping themselves around the Beast. The Beast's member finding its way, with no assistance, deep inside my awaiting soaked vagina. I felt as though I would split apart from its immense size and though I did indeed scream, I did not want it to stop. I felt the Demon fill every inch of my insides as it forced me onto my back on the stone casket. Each thrust of its immense member brought new ecstasy to every fiber of my being. My legs tightened around this Demon as it grunted and snarled in its lustful pleasure. It no longer need hold to my throat, I was willingly allowing this conjunction with me. I was oblivious to any other thing now and knew that I wanted it more than I had ever wanted any other being, for I knew this Beast for what it truly was; my Master in his true form. It braced itself with its paws on either side of me as the Beast pumped and thrust. Its member reached farther inside of me than I had thought possible. My head swam as my own ecstasy had nearly reached its peak. Soon the Demon threw back its head once more and brayed to the moon as it exploded its fiery seething semen inside of me. I too expelled an elated scream as I felt myself reach an even greater orgasm than I had here to fore experienced. I could feel its semen travel upward making its way to the seed, which my Master had previously sewn. I felt the spirit there embrace this nourishing sperm with openness. Soon all went black as the Beast collapsed on top of me, a sweating pile of flesh, and fur mingled with the scent of my own blood and lust. When I finally awoke I found myself lying on the stone slab, completely naked and blood covered, legs still spread widely as if awaiting more. I scanned the area with my eyes but saw no sign of my demonic lover. My hand slowly ran down the front of me and stopped at my lower abdomen. I could feel a strong definite heartbeat there now and knew his seed was now fully nourished, as it should be. It would grow within me now. And I, I was truly his...mind...body...soul; His and his Demon within. After Midnight 1.1 Okay folks, if you like my work, you can send me fan mail at the address in my profile. If you don't, just email Bill Gates, I'm sure he won't mind a little extra hate mail. :) Really, either way, send me some feedback so I know what you think of my odd little 2AM writing blitz. * * * * * Claire lay sleeping on the coverlet, covered in sweat, her flame-red hair plastered to her freckled skin due to the intense, humid heat of Virginia in August. Her day wandering around the streets of Roanoke looking for a job had left her exhausted and so she had slid into bed early, hoping to at least have a quiet, restful night's sleep before being dragged out into the world again. But, alas, it was not to be. A tiny creature, no bigger than the end of a man's thumb slipped along the bed toward Claire, driven by hundreds of tiny tendrils on its underside. Her legs slipped askew as she rolled onto her back, revealing the shaved mound of her sex, the outer lips tight and firm between her thighs. the tiny creature, shaped like a tear-drop, slid silently along the sheets and, gently extended thread-thin tendrils and pressed them to her tightly closed labia. After a few moments, the muscular mound of Claire's mons began to slowly and rhythmically contract. Each time, her labia would relax slightly, parting, then the mound would contract, tightening the lips and drawing inward, as if swallowing. At the same time, her mons began swelling, the mound growing and bulging out between her legs, forcing them further apart. AT this point, the tiny creature pulled on the tendrils touching Claire's labia, drawing itself up inside the now-gaping entrance to her womb. In moments, another contraction had carried it deep into her, pressing it against her cervix. Claire woke with a startled cry as her entire abdomen heaved and tightened, her uterus spasming eagerly as the tiny being softened her cervix. She looked down in horror at the pulsing, throbbing mound of her own sex as another contraction within the blood-engorged folds of her mound overwhelmed her mind in an intense orgasm. Despite the mind-numbing waves of pleasure flowing from between her legs, making her hips buck involuntarily against the intense pleasure. Claire sobbed and pressed her hands against the swollen, bulging lips of her sex, as if to stop this transformation that was taking control of her body. Suddenly, Claire's muscles slackened and she flopped down onto the bed again, grunting softly with each wave as contractions seized her cervix, opening her womb for the force seizing control of her. She stared downward in muted horror as her taught belly rippled in wavelike contractions while a strange warmth began to fill her abdomen and creep upward. When the warmth reached her chest, blue veins slowly became apparent around her small breasts. The two mounds tightened, bringing a gasp from her, and began to bulge and grow, droplets of milk appearing on the tips of her nipples as they too hardened and rose atop her breasts. Sometime during the changes, Claire abruptly blacked out. Early the next morning, she awoke, her mind in a strange but pleasant haze. Something nagged her in the back of her mind as she stumbled out of bed and pulled on the terrycloth robe she typically wore during her morning rituals. While running her hands down her body, Claire frowned and looked down; wondering what had happened to her pubic hair. Her sex was bare and slightly puffy, the lips red instead of their customary pink. Thinking little more of it, she pulled the robe tight again, tying the belt, grabbed a cup of coffee, and opened the door to the apartment, stepping out into the hall, looking for something but unable to ascertain what it was she craved. Out in the hall, a young man in his early 20's was shuffling down the hall wearing only a pair of PJ bottoms, lugging a huge laundry basket with him in the general direction of the laundry room. He smiled slightly from underneath the mop of his unkempt hair, and started to move past Claire, barely noticing her presence. Claire, however, was anything but inattentive. As the man moved past, a sudden jolt passed all through her body, starting in her belly. The coffee cup dropped from her suddenly slack hands, and her robe slid apart, revealing the continuing changes in Claire's body as her altered uterus tightened its control over her. Claire's legs began to part involuntarily, while her flat abdomen now pressed outward in a gentle curve between her hips, the rippling movements of her insatiable womb visible as it grew. In moments, her labia were swollen and bulging open between her legs, quivering and wanting. Claire's hips thrust forward against her will, her knees bending slightly, forcing her lower body into a rolling squat. The generous globes of Claire's breasts sent tiny jolts of pleasure through her as they sagged slightly, filling with hot milk, preparing for the needed life inside her. A soft "huh?" slipped past her lips, half question, and half moan, trying to understand what was happening even as the growing ache in her ripe womb tortured her with hunger for male seed, for the feeling of her belly stretching around new life. As the young man turned back at the sound of her moan, Claire charged at him, dropping her robe and knocked the laundry basket from his hands. her legs wrapped around his hips as she pushed him down to the floor against his protests. Frantically, she tore open his PJ's and pressed the bulging lips of her sex against his still-soft member. Burning with anticipation, she sobbed against his chest, her sex quivering against him, waiting for his shaft to be ready to fill her. As he finally responded, his cock stiffening against her hungry cunt, Claire sighed happily, her mind completely lost in the throes of the breeding urge, and reached down, thrusting her molten sex upon the shaft. Her muscular outer lips immediately tightened around him, her sex rippling and pulling as her hips thrust frantically against his.. desperately trying to milk the seed her body craved, softly chanting "fill.. me.. grow". She screamed as the head of his shaft finally seated against her cervix, which spasmed and began dilating as her molten walls continued rippling and sucking against his member. He rewarded her with a shudder and a muffled groan, shooting his scalding hot seed against her cervix. She squealed in mindless delight, her cunt spasming faster and harder, her body eagerly pulling his seed into her ravenous womb. As the young man lay gasping and staring up at her in shock, Claire stood shakily, right hand cupping her swollen sex as if to keep the seed from spilling out of it, and quickly opened her apartment door, then slammed it shut again, locking it quickly. Even as she wondered to herself why she would have done such a strange thing, drowsiness overcame her and she collapsed on the couch in the living room. Claire woke up hours later, still feeling hazy and lightheaded. She ignored the soft pulsing in her abdomen as she pulled herself to her feet, wandering toward the kitchen without bothering to grab her robe. A sudden jolt shot through her, starting between her legs and seeming to shoot straight to her nipples. She leaned against the wall to steady herself, and looked down to see her legs parting slowly, her hips rolling in slow thrusts of their own accord. Claire's eyes glazed over as she dropped to her knees, the ache in her belly intensifying as the lips of her sex swelled and flowered open. Her head dropped back and a soft moan escaped her lips as her hips slammed forward, pushing upward, and her entire vulva tightened and quivered in an intense orgasm. She wrapped her arms around her middle as a feeling of pressure built inside her abdomen. Claire looked down again, awestruck as her belly began to swell just above her sex. Every half-minute or so, another contraction passed through her womb and sex, and her uterus bulged out further with a renewed surge of growth. Claire fell suddenly onto her back as her leg muscles went slack suddenly, and she stared helplessly at the bulging mound of her abdomen, watching the ripples and swells play across its surface as her uterus quivered and spasmed within her. Her hips instinctively thrust upward as each spasm passed through her womb and her mons tightened, little groans escaping from her lips despite her growing hysteria. Claire managed to right herself after several minutes; her abdomen now bulging out about 8 inches in a slight curve. She managed to catch hold of the side of a bookcase just as another contraction rippled through her swollen uterus, her belly straining and bulging out further as her vulva swelled even more between her legs. Another spasm quickly followed, and her hips bucked violently forward as a wave of pleasure surged out from her womb.. which was growing ever faster into a bulge the size of a volleyball, starting to sag in front of her as the life in her greedy, fertile womb grew stronger. Claire continued to cling to the wood panel of the bookcase, her eyes glazed over, tiny moans slipping from her as her hips bucked repeatedly, responding to the spasms in her swollen cunt, looking down in detachment as her abdomen bulged further outward, ripples and spasms jolting her with waves of pleasure as her uterus shuddered around the life she so craved. A sharp cry spilled from her lips, as abruptly her womb tightened around its contents. She fell back against the side of the couch, her thighs spreading apart involuntarily as spasms rocked her lower body, dilating her cervix, and beginning to tighten her womb around its contents. Waves of pleasure began to radiate out from the mountainous bulge of Claire's abdomen, sending spasms through her lower lips. The only resistance she was still capable of to the strange hungers controlling her body, was to refuse to push as the contractions started in her uterus, despite instincts coaxing her to do just that. It didn't matter, however, and as she lay helpless on the floor, her fertile womb began to contract intensely in slow rhythm, forcing wheezing grunts from her even as intense shocks of pleasure shot from her womb straight to her clit with each contraction. This continued for a quarter hour, even as the bulge in her abdomen, still squirming visibly, moved lower in her and entered Claire's birth canal. She tried to scream as she felt her labia start to stretch around the life being pushed out of her, but all that escaped was a strangled gurgle. Claire thrashed feebly while her thighs were forced even further apart, as something she could not see began to slip out of her body. As the new life was pushed completely out of her, she at last opened her eyes and looked down at her abdomen, wondering why she still felt a heavy weight inside her, only to see a smaller, but still impressive swell in her belly, still moving, telling her there was another of.. whatever it was.. still waiting inside her, wanting to be born. Trembling visibly, Claire stood up, avoiding looking at the floor, desperate not to see what it was that her womb had already nurtured, even as she was intensely aware that another life still moved inside her, growing ready to emerge. Tottering on her weakened legs, but in surprisingly little pain from the birth, she stumbled into her bedroom, her only thoughts being to escape this nightmare by falling asleep. She couldn't even walk, managing a spread-legged waddle, the mound of her cunt bulging down between her legs, still swollen from the passage of the first creature, but healing quickly and preparing for the next. Every few moments, the muscles in her outer lips fluttered visibly, quivering and sending soft shocks of pleasure into her. Just steps short of the imagined sanctuary of her bed, Claire stopped dead as a spasm traveled up her legs, spreading them apart. Another involuntary muscle contraction thrust her hips forward, and the lips of her mons bulged out even further for a moment and something pushed at them from inside, then her labia began to visibly moisten and part, loosening their taught closure. Terror rising in her again, Claire looked down, seeing ripples travel along the mountainous dome of her belly, which stood nearly 2ft beyond her hips, just as she felt a sharp jolt of mixed pain and pleasure shoot along the length of her belly and into her breasts, from which drops of milk gathered on the nipples. She needed little consideration to realize that she was about to again be forced to give birth, to give in to the fertile imperative controlling the processes of her body. "No, please, not again.." the words trailed off into a low moan as a contraction tightened her uterus, and the intense shock of orgasmic pleasure laced with pain dropped her to her knees in a squat, her birth canal bulging out prominently between her legs, the lips flowering open as another spasm completely dilated her cervix, readying her for labor. Claire fought to resist the growing urge to push, even as an intensely arousing ache formed low in her belly, her uterus fluttering and shaking the surface of her belly as if it tried to entice her to fulfill its need. something tensed against her clit, and Claire could no longer resist the growing need, and cried as she helplessly began to push, unable to stop, then screaming in mixed pleasure and pain as both intense orgasms, and the unbearable stretching in her birth canal, rewarded her efforts. Several more wavelike spasms rippled through her gravid uterus, and each time Claire was unable to stop herself from pushing with them, as the child inside her slid out between her legs, and finally slipped free, tearing one last anguished groan from her as the afterbirth was expelled. Claire lay crying silently, her eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see what had left her body after growing so quickly. Quite suddenly, she felt hungry mouths close upon her nipples in unison, their suckling sending a surge of arousal through her, and her breasts swelled painfully in the moments before they began emptying of their hot new milk. Claire's breasts and abdomen ached with dull pain, but she could feel her sex tighten between her legs, drawing back into her, and even as her uterus returned to a more reasonable size, she could feel a soft, needy ache pulsing inside her there. She knew that soon she would be forced to gather seed so she could calve again, even though her womb still held enough seed to satiate its lust a few more times even if she somehow resisted her hungers. Calve... the right word, no doubt. Claire knew with terrible certainty that whatever had seized her, had made her its brood mare, unable to stop herself from birthing more offspring for it. After Midnight 1.2 Okay folks, if you like my work, you can send me fan mail at the address in my profile. If you don't, just email Bill Gates, I'm sure he won't mind a little extra hate mail. :) Really, either way, send me some feedback so I know what you think of my odd little 2AM writing blitz. * * * * * Okay! Disclaimer time! As for what's in this bundle of joy, well, if you're offended by the following: Mind Control, pregnancy, birth, belly expansion, or demented quickies, this probably is NOT the piece of erotic fiction for you. Thank you, drive through :) Claire lay sleeping on the coverlet, covered in sweat, her flame-red hair plastered to her freckled skin due to the intense, humid heat of Virginia in August. Her day wandering around the streets of Roanoke looking for a job had left her exhausted and so she had slid into bed early, hoping to at least have a quiet, restful night's sleep before being dragged out into the world again. At some point during the night, a rapid series of sharp clicking sounds, like the angry protest of a yanked appliance timer knob, jolted Claire awake. Her eyes snapped open, searching the murky darkness of the room for the source of the noise that had so rudely interrupted her slumber. Just as she began to reach for the bedside lamp, a looming form like a great arch rising from somewhere past the foot of her bed, seemed to take shape in the darkness. Before she even had a chance to panic, though, a domelike object at the end of the arch just above her bed sprang to life with a complex pattern of flashing light focused down on her eyes. Claire struggled for a moment, but couldn't even take her eyes away, and almost instantly her mind drifted into a strange sleep. Now the programming could begin. The strange mass looming over the bed (whose limited, task-oriented intelligence referred to itself simply as "shaper") altered its contours, tightening its main arch, and contorting itself into a shape much like a seahorse, but with the dome at its tip still flashing strange messages into Claire's eyes, feeding its purpose into her subconscious mind. At the same time, it pulled the sheets toward the foot of the bed, dragging Claire toward the center of its mass and positioning itself between her knees as her feet hung off the end of the bed. Shaper's lights altered their pattern, and took note of the soft whimpers coming from Claire as she tried to resist its new instructions. Slowly, as if sleepwalking, she raised her feet back onto the end of the bed, and spread her thighs apart invitingly. Then a shudder ran down her body, her thighs tensing for a moment. While Shaper watched approvingly, Claire's labia darkened, became engorged, and parted, revealing her inner folds, and her vaginal walls obediently lubricated themselves as she had been commanded. Muffled cries of mixed pleasure and pain spilled from Claire's lips as a series of contractions dilated her cervix, opening her womb for Shaper's work. Now that the woman under its control was ready, Shaper extended a cylinder of its substance, 2 inches thick with an oval cross section, and roughly 2 feet in length, from near its center of mass. As the blunt end of the extrusion touched the outer lips of her sex, Claire let out a squeal, her eyes bulging and her thighs spreading apart further. Her feet pushed up against the swell of her ass, and then Claire's hips lifted involuntarily, pushing the rod deeper into her. Her legs tried to spread even further as the length slid into her sex, and Claire couldn't keep her hips from thrusting rhythmically even while jolts of pain shot through her abdomen as it pushed past her dilated cervix and filled her womb. Shaper had to cover her mouth to keep her from screaming as her uterus began to spasm and convulse inside her, growing and changing to suit a slightly different purpose. The surface of her lower abdomen writhed and began to bulge slightly to accommodate her swollen womb. Just as the convulsions in her abdomen were subsiding, Claire's nipples tightened and swelled painfully atop her now-growing breasts. Stretch marks appeared around her mounds as they bulged from a modest B cup to at least a D; drops of hot liquid spilling from the nipples as her expanded milk glands were prepared to serve their purpose. Its purpose complete for the present, Shaper's looming form began to slump and sink toward the floor. The hold on her mind released, Claire passed out. Early the next morning, she awoke, her mind in a strange but pleasant haze. Something nagged her in the back of her mind as she stumbled out of bed and pulled on the terrycloth robe she typically wore during her morning rituals. While running her hands down her body, Claire frowned and looked down; wondering what had happened to her pubic hair. Her sex was bare and slightly puffy, the lips red instead of their customary pink. Thinking little more of it, she pulled the robe tight again, tying the belt, grabbed a cup of coffee, and opened the door to the apartment, stepping out into the hall, looking for something but unable to ascertain what it was she craved. Out in the hall, a young man in his early 20's was shuffling down the hall wearing only a pair of PJ bottoms, lugging a huge laundry basket with him in the general direction of the laundry room. He smiled slightly from underneath the mop of his unkempt hair, and started to move past Claire, barely noticing her presence. Claire, however, was anything but inattentive. As the man moved past, a sudden jolt passed all through her body, starting in her belly. The coffee cup dropped from her suddenly slack hands, and her robe slid apart, revealing the continuing changes in Claire's body as her altered uterus tightened its control over her. Claire's legs began to part involuntarily, while her flat abdomen now pressed outward in a gentle curve between her hips, the rippling movements of her insatiable womb visible as it grew. In moments, her labia were swollen and bulging open between her legs, quivering and wanting. Claire's hips thrust forward against her will, her knees bending slightly, forcing her lower body into a rolling squat. The generous globes of Claire's breasts sent tiny jolts of pleasure through her as they sagged slightly, filling with hot milk, preparing for the needed life inside her. A soft "huh?" slipped past her lips, half question, and half moan, trying to understand what was happening even as the growing ache in her ripe womb tortured her with hunger for male seed, for the feeling of her belly stretching around new life. As the young man turned back at the sound of her moan, Claire charged at him, dropping her robe and knocked the laundry basket from his hands. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she pushed him down to the floor against his protests. Frantically, she tore open his PJ's and pressed the bulging lips of her sex against his still-soft member. Burning with anticipation, she sobbed against his chest, her sex quivering against him, waiting for his shaft to be ready to fill her. As he finally responded, his cock stiffening against her hungry cunt, Claire sighed happily, her mind completely lost in the throes of the breeding urge, and reached down, thrusting her molten sex upon the shaft. Her muscular outer lips immediately tightened around him, her sex rippling and pulling as her hips thrust frantically against his; desperately trying to milk the seed her body craved, softly chanting "fill me; grow". She screamed as the head of his shaft finally seated against her cervix, which spasmed and began dilating as her molten walls continued rippling and sucking against his member. He rewarded her with a shudder and a muffled groan, shooting his scalding hot seed against her cervix. She squealed in mindless delight, her cunt spasming faster and harder, and her body eagerly pulling his seed into her ravenous womb. As the young man lay gasping and staring up at her in shock, Claire stood shakily, right hand cupping her swollen sex as if to keep the seed from spilling out of it, and quickly opened her apartment door, then slammed it shut again, locking it quickly. Even as she wondered to herself why she would have done such a strange thing, drowsiness overcame her and she collapsed on the couch in the living room. Claire woke up hours later, still feeling hazy and lightheaded. She ignored the soft pulsing in her abdomen as she pulled herself to her feet, wandering toward the kitchen without bothering to grab her robe. A sudden jolt shot through her, starting between her legs and seeming to shoot straight to her nipples. She leaned against the wall to steady herself, and looked down to see her legs parting slowly, her hips rolling in slow thrusts of their own accord. Claire's eyes glazed over as she dropped to her knees, the ache in her belly intensifying as the lips of her sex swelled and flowered open. Her head dropped back and a soft moan escaped her lips as her hips slammed forward, pushing upward, and her entire vulva tightened and quivered in an intense orgasm. She wrapped her arms around her middle as a feeling of pressure built inside her abdomen. Claire looked down again, awestruck as her belly began to swell just above her sex. Every half-minute or so, another contraction passed through her womb and sex, and her uterus bulged out further with a renewed surge of growth. Claire fell suddenly onto her back as her leg muscles went slack suddenly, and she stared helplessly at the bulging mound of her abdomen, watching the ripples and swells play across its surface as her uterus quivered and spasmed within her. Her hips instinctively thrust upward as each spasm passed through her womb and her mons tightened, little groans escaping from her lips despite her growing hysteria. Claire managed to right herself after several minutes; her abdomen now bulging out about 8 inches in a slight curve. She managed to catch hold of the side of a bookcase just as another contraction rippled through her swollen uterus, her belly straining and bulging out further as her vulva swelled even more between her legs. Another spasm quickly followed, and her hips bucked violently forward as a wave of pleasure surged out from her womb; which was growing ever faster into a bulge the size of a volleyball, starting to sag in front of her as the life in her greedy, fertile womb grew stronger. Claire continued to cling to the wood panel of the bookcase, her eyes glazed over, tiny moans slipping from her as her hips bucked repeatedly, responding to the spasms in her swollen cunt, looking down in detachment as her abdomen bulged further outward, ripples and spasms jolting her with waves of pleasure as her uterus shuddered around the life she so craved. A sharp cry spilled from her lips, as abruptly her womb tightened around its contents. She fell back against the side of the couch, her thighs spreading apart involuntarily as spasms rocked her lower body, dilating her cervix, and beginning to tighten her womb around its contents. Waves of pleasure began to radiate out from the mountainous bulge of Claire's abdomen, sending spasms through her lower lips. The only resistance she was still capable of to the strange hungers controlling her body, was to refuse to push as the contractions started in her uterus, despite instincts coaxing her to do just that. It didn't matter, however, and as she lay helpless on the floor, her fertile womb began to contract intensely in slow rhythm, forcing wheezing grunts from her even as intense shocks of pleasure shot from her womb straight to her clit with each contraction. This continued for a quarter hour, even as the bulge in her abdomen, still squirming visibly, moved lower in her and entered Claire's birth canal. She tried to scream as she felt her labia start to stretch around the life being pushed out of her, but all that escaped was a strangled gurgle. Claire thrashed feebly while her thighs were forced even further apart, as something she could not see began to slip out of her body. As the new life was pushed completely out of her, she at last opened her eyes and looked down at her abdomen, wondering why she still felt a heavy weight inside her, only to see a smaller, but still impressive swell in her belly, still moving, telling her there was another of.. whatever it was.. still waiting inside her, wanting to be born. Trembling visibly, Claire stood up, avoiding looking at the floor, desperate not to see what it was that her womb had already nurtured, even as she was intensely aware that another life still grew inside her womb. As before, her gravid belly swelled in rhythmic surges, her abdomen beginning to hang in front of her while she struggled to keep moving. Tottering on weakened legs, but in surprisingly little pain from the birth, she stumbled into her bedroom, her only thoughts being to escape this nightmare by falling asleep. She couldn't even walk, managing a spread-legged waddle, the mound of her cunt bulging down between her legs, still swollen from the passage of the first creature, but healing quickly and preparing for the next. Every few moments, the muscles in her outer lips fluttered visibly, quivering and sending soft shocks of pleasure into her. Just steps short of the imagined sanctuary of her bed, Claire stopped dead as a spasm traveled up her legs, spreading them apart. Another involuntary muscle contraction thrust her hips forward, and the lips of her mons bulged out even further for a moment as something pushed at them from inside, then her labia began to visibly moisten and part, loosening their taught closure. Terror rising in her again, Claire looked down, seeing ripples travel along the mountainous dome of her belly, which stood nearly 2ft beyond her hips, just as she felt a sharp jolt of mixed pain and pleasure shoot along the length of her belly and into her breasts, from which drops of milk gathered on the nipples. She needed little consideration to realize that she was about to again be forced to give birth, to give in to the fertile imperative controlling the processes of her body. "No, please, not again.." the words trailed off into a low moan as a contraction tightened her uterus, and the intense shock of orgasmic pleasure laced with pain dropped her to her knees in a squat, her birth canal bulging out prominently between her legs, the lips flowering open as another spasm completely dilated her cervix, readying her for labor. Claire fought to resist the growing urge to push, even as an intensely arousing ache formed low in her belly, her uterus fluttering and shaking the surface of her belly as if it tried to entice her to fulfill its need. something tensed against her clit, and Claire could no longer resist the growing need, and cried as she helplessly began to push, unable to stop, then screaming in mixed pleasure and pain as both intense orgasms, and the unbearable stretching in her vaginal walls, rewarded her efforts. Several more wavelike spasms rippled through her gravid uterus, and each time Claire was unable to stop herself from pushing with them, as the life inside her slid out between her legs, and finally slipped free, tearing one last anguished groan from her as the afterbirth was expelled. Claire lay crying silently, her eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see what had left her body after growing so quickly. Quite suddenly, she felt hungry mouths close upon her nipples in unison, their suckling sending a surge of arousal through her, and her breasts swelled painfully in the moments before they began emptying of their hot new milk. Claire's breasts and abdomen ached with dull pain, but she could feel her sex tighten between her legs, drawing back into her, and even as her uterus returned to a more reasonable size, she could feel a soft, needy ache pulsing inside her there. She knew that soon she would be forced to gather seed so she could calve again, even though her womb still held enough seed to satiate its lust a few more times even if she somehow resisted her hungers. Calve... the right word, no doubt. Claire knew with terrible certainty that whatever had seized her, had made her its brood mare, unable to stop herself from birthing more offspring for it. After Midnight It was the end of December. I'd been flying halfway around the world on business--forget Christmas, I'd been up to my eyeballs in Hong Kong ironing out the contracts for my corporation. All I wanted to do was grab a cold drink, a hot shower and an even hotter porn flick that had been pressed upon me by a grateful client. But as I pulled into my drive, the car's headlights flashed on my daughter Rory, sitting on the side door steps. Damn. I'd made sure she got all my presents well ahead of time. But I knew she'd be upset with me. She's the starting center for her school's basketball team, and they were in a big invitational Christmas tournament all vacation. I'd missed every game. I hoped my ex-wife and her twin boys had been there to cheer her on. I got out of the car and gave the kid a hug. Her hair was still damp from her post-game shower, and her body was covered by baggy sweats. I saw tears glistening on her face in the reflection of the Christmas lights. Timers are amazing things. While I was thousands of miles away, my house looked cozily lived-in, twinkling up a storm on my suburban street. "Crying, kiddo? Don't tell me you guys lost! How come you didn't let yourself in with your key?" Rory sniffed. "I forgot my backpack in Kelly's car. And we won, not that you'd care." "Rory, honey, you know I had to go overseas on business. My company doesn't care about Christmas, just the almighty dollar." I opened the kitchen door and dropped my suitcases on the floor. "Are you hungry?" I asked, not that there was apt to be anything in the fridge that was edible. I'd been gone for three weeks and had made sure to throw out anything that was perishable, including the inevitable fruitcake that my Aunt Irene always sends. Rory shook her head. "We stopped at Borelli's after the game. Dad, I need to talk to you." She sounded pretty desperate. "Let's go in the living room. I'm beat. All I've been thinking about for hours is putting my feet up in the Lazy Boy." Rory shuffled ahead of me. She's tall, obviously, and lanky like her old man. I played basketball too, way back when, but she's even better than I ever was. She's a triple-threat---soccer in the fall, basketball in the winter and softball in the spring. Colleges were recruiting her and I know she felt some pressure. I hoped she wouldn't ask me about where she should go to school tonight---I was too exhausted to think straight. "Daddy, something happened tonight." She looked embarrassed and fiddled with the cord on her sweats. "What? Did you foul out? It's a family tradition, baby." "No, no, the game was fine. We won the whole tournament. It was afterwards, in the locker room." "Uh hunh, go on." I forced myself to keep my eyes open. Rory sighed. "I'd better call Mom and tell her where I am. Is it okay if I stay here tonight?" "Sure." She went for the kitchen phone and I wriggled around trying to get comfortable. It seemed like I was in for a long night. I must have drifted off. Rory was standing over me, her big blue eyes filled with more tears. "Daddy, I need you to pay attention." "Sure thing. Why don't you grab me a beer? You can have one too." "Tsk, tsk, you know I had to sign that pledge with Coach." She was almost smiling. "I'll never tell. It'll be just between you and me," I winked. Resigned, she went back into the kitchen and returned with two Coronas. She plopped down on the sofa and took a dainty sip. "Do you think I look like a boy, Dad?" What a loaded question. She kept her blond hair short and she was as flatchested as she could be, but I still thought she was an awfully pretty girl. "Don't be silly, Rory. You're beautiful." "Terry Marshall--you know the girl who plays for Central---came up to me after the game and asked if I was really a boy," she choked out. "Then she said I must be a lesbian." I felt my face burn. Damn but kids could be cruel. "She's just jealous cause you outscore her every time, baby. Don't let that little bitch psych you out." "But no one ever asks me out, Daddy. I mean, I have a lot of guy friends, but I never d--d--date." Well, the floodgates had opened for real now, and she was sobbing. I sat up fast in the recliner and moved over to the couch. She sobbed into my buttondown shirt. I found myself smoothing her back like I used to when she was a little girl and couldn't calm down. She wasn't wearing a bra. Hell, the only time she did wear one was a sports bra for games. "Do you have plans for New Year's?" I asked. She shook her head. "There are some lame parties, but every one is already hooked up. I don't want to go anywhere." "Then you'll be MY date tomorrow, baby. I'll take you out for a fancy dinner. Take my credit card and buy yourself a knockout outfit tomorrow at the mall. Get your hair done." I stifled a yawn. "Will you pay for a boob job, Daddy?" "What?" That woke me up fast. "That's what I really want. Then I'll look more like a woman." "Baby, you know your mother was on the small side when I married her. She got bigger when she had you, and now after those twins she is pretty respectably stacked. You don't need a boob job." "Well, I can't wait until I have three kids, Dad!" Rory stood and pulled up her Devils sweatshirt. "Look! I'm pathetic!" There was my gorgeous daughter, naked from the waist up. Her nipples were rosy and erect, and I felt an unnatural stirring. "Baby, cover yourself up! I've got to get some sleep. I'll be dead from jet lag unless I do." Instead of falling asleep, I tossed and turned for hours. All I could see was my little girl's athletic body. Her legs went on forever. I wondered if her pussy was as bald as it had been when I wrapped her in Pampers. I imagined sucking her swollen nipples. I imagined her sucking my cock. Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, I grabbed my briefcase where that Asian bootleg tape was and popped into the VCR in my bedroom. In no time I was jacking off to the grunts and grimaces of some very creative couples. When I woke up, Rory was gone. She had borrowed my car and my credit card and no doubt was doing damage. I called Magnolia's in the city and made a reservation for their New Year's Eve dinner. Even though I was sure they were full, I threw so much business their way I knew they'd find me a table somewhere. I ordered the meals and the wines in advance. I wanted this evening to be a special one for my little girl. By midafternoon, Rory pulled in, loaded with boxes. "Jeez, did you max me out?" "Don't be silly, Daddy. I only did what you told me to do." Her hair was streaky and they had puffed it out some so it wasn't quite the boyish style I was used to seeing. She disappeared into her room, and after a minute I heard the thump of her music as she got ready. I took a shower myself and dressed, fixed myself a gigantic scotch. Rory could be the designated driver tonight, although a few sips of champagne later wouldn't hurt her. When she emerged from her room, my heart stopped. She was wearing a slinky black dress that was barely more than a slip. Somehow she had achieved cleavage from a miraculous bra, and her ass was just about hanging out from under the hem. She must have had on a thong---or nothing. "Wow," I whispered. "No one's gonna think you're a guy tonight, baby." Rory giggled and grabbed my scotch. "Yuck," she said, wrinkling her nose. "We'll have champagne with dinner, baby. Are you ready?" "Yup, Date. Just for tonight, pretend you're not my dad." "If I were acting like your dad, I'd tell you to go change." She kissed me softly on the lips. "You like my dress?" "What there is of it. You look pretty spectacular." "Thanks, Daddy---I mean, Rob." She winked. The restaurant was crowded but we had a cozy booth in the back room. Service was impeccable, and no one bothered to card my eighteen year old daughter. Plans to have her be the designated driver were abandoned, as she was enjoying every drop of champagne that came her way. When midnight rolled around, we blew our little horns and she leaned into me, offering a kiss. Somehow her pretty pink mouth was open; somehow mine covered hers. Our tongues tangled. She opened her eyes and stared straight into mine. "Daddy," she breathed, "make me a woman tonight." I shook my head slowly. Her eyes filled with tears. "You don't want me either." "Oh, baby, I want you more than I can say. I spent all last night---" I swallowed my words. I was a lowdown pervert. "Please, Daddy. It's a new year. I want to try something new." She slid out of the booth and grabbed my hand. The band was playing a slow, dreamy song, and my baby girl was rubbing her tall body against mine. I held her close so she could feel my stiff cock. "Umm, Daddy. I want to touch you." She was drunk. She had to be. We looped around the dance floor awhile, clinging to each other. "I need to go to the ladies' room, Daddy," she whispered into my ear. I started to ease up my hold. "No, no," she said mischievously, "I want you to come in with me." Before I knew it, she'd locked us into a roomy bathroom stall. Everything in there was pink and perfect, including my daughter. She'd pulled her skimpy dress over her head, exposing a sexy black bra and her shaved pussy. "Oh God," I said, frantically unhooking the bra. My lips enveloped her nipple. She tasted heavenly, and I suckled until I coaxed all there was to get out of her, her tips swollen with lust. She dragged my hand to her sopping pussy. "This is for you, Daddy, all for you." "Oh, Rory, baby, I can't do this." She sat atop the toilet tank, spreading her glistening lips with her own fingers. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me now." She reached across and unzipped me. My cock was desperate to be released. Any hope that I could resist her ended as she bent over me, lapping my shaft. "Mmm, Daddy, I want to kiss you there, just like the movies you have at the house. I've been watching them for years, just waiting for tonight." She started up a rhythm that drew me further under her spell. I held onto her wild blond hair as her pert little nose bumped into my belly, inhaling my meat, the drool slipping from her lips. "Oh, Jesus, Rory. Let me get inside you." With a radiant smile, she spread her legs again and I ripped into her, meeting and mastering the barrier of her virginity. She crowed in triumph as I pounded her. Beyond the door women were coming and going, but Rory and I just concentrated on cumming. I grabbed her tiny tits and pushed her back against the wall, shoving my shaft into her as deep as it could go. I felt her quake around me and I spurted into her in the most satisfying orgasm of my life. After, she clung to me, her eyes shining. "Don't cry, baby." "I'm so happy, Daddy. I know I'm a woman now." "There was never any doubt. That was unbelievable." I kissed her damp forehead. "I want to go home now, Daddy." My heart dropped. Sensing my disappointment, she smiled. "I want to go home so we can fuck in a proper bed, Daddy. We're gonna start this New Year off right." And that's just what we did. My ex-wife didn't mind when Rory told her she'd like to finish up her senior year under my roof. The twins were a load of trouble and her husband was happy to have Rory out from under. Truth was, I think he'd been turned on by her himself and felt a little guilty. That was not my problem. I felt no guilt at all, cause I know just what makes my baby girl happy. We're spending this New Year's in Hong Kong. Once again I'm snowed under with work, but this time my daughter flew over to keep me company. She has enrolled in the local junior college so we can continue our sexual relationship, and I gave her an early Christmas present. She is so proud of her new 36 DD tits she uses every excuse she can think of to show them off. Right now she's naked, pressed up against our hotel window, watching the midnight fireworks go off. In a few minutes, we'll be setting off some fireworks of our own. After Midnight It was hot and very humid for this part of the world. Just standing there in the dark of night, I was sweating. Or was it just anticipation? Maybe both. I stood at the open window for several long moments, watching her as she slept. She wore only a white silk nightgown, and a plain teal satin sheet covered her from just below her shoulder. Long, dark hair flowed across her neck and down onto the pillow, the soft features of her face partly hidden by it. Quietly I climbed in. I stood near the wall across from the foot of her bed for several long moments, watching her as she slept. Watching her bosom rise and fall with each breath. Studying the way her raven hair cascaded over her darkly tanned shoulder and the pillow her head rested on. Tantalized at the way the light breeze rippled the sheet across her curves. Graceful even in her sleep as she turned to one side or the other. This was no woman. No god could have created this beauty for a man to behold. She herself must be a deity, a goddess here on earth. Why? I do not know. But she was here and I marveled at the sight of her. Surely a lowly creature such as I would be struck down at the very sight of her. But I was not. Dare I touch her? Would it burn me to ash at the faintest brush with her skin? Would I be turned to stone? A statue for her garden? I was paralyzed where I stood. I could not... But I was compelled... Compelled by a force I could not even fathom. My legs felt impossibly heavy, as though cast in lead. But I moved, first one foot then the other. Fighting with all my strength to move closer. An inch. Then two. Silently, slowly edging closer to her. At the foot of the bed I stopped. And I watched again. Her skin shone in the dim light like finely finished marble. Perhaps it was stone, I thought. But as she moved again I knew. No stone so perfect could flow like that. It was flesh. And woman or goddess, I had to touch it. Even if the cost was my own life. I reached down. Carefully. Gently. And touched the satin of the sheet that draped over her form. I took a fold of it between my fingers and lightly tugged. It pulled taught against her form, the far edge trapped by her arm. I eased my grip slightly and let the sheet relax, just a bit. And I waited again. Watching her peaceful slumber. A moment later she stirred. Rolling more onto her back. Her arm slid gracefully off to the side. The sheet was free. Again I pulled. Slowly. Fractions of an inch at a time. Studying the perfection of each square inch as it was uncovered. Then I noticed it. With each small tug the sheet dragged across her breast. The fine texture of the cloth arousing her nipple as it brushed across, then relaxing as I stopped. I watched closely as it jutted up under the thin layers of fabric and diminished to only a faint hint of its nature. From heaven, hell or earth she was a woman after all. As the hem at the top edge of the sheet crossed her nipple she stirred again. Rolling to her side, then pulling her knee up and rolling more onto her front. The roundness of her bottom. I gasped as I beheld it, then quickly arrested it as her head turned slightly. I must not wake her. Again I waited and watched. Assured that she was still in deep slumber, I began again. Inching the sheet further down. Exposing the bare flesh of her back, skin taut over firm muscle. The dim light from the window cast oblique shadows enhancing each line as I uncovered it. They rippled slightly as she silently adjusted her position, snuggling into the pillow. A faint smile curved her full lips ever so slightly. I fought to control my breath as the receding edge of the sheet revealed the hem of her short gown.... And the exposed lower curves of her buttocks. My heart pounded in my chest and my ears. I was terrified the sound of it would wake her. The sheet now dragged across her bare skin. I pulled slightly faster now. The curvaceous legs appearing as it slid slowly but smoothly downward. The silky skin almost seemed to dare me to touch it. As the sheet fell past her toes, she moved again. Rolling her hips back, giving me the briefest of glimpses of the dark triangle of soft hair where her legs met, before the silky garment fell across it, hiding it again. In that fraction of a second the intensity of my desire intensified ten fold. Holding a corner of the sheet in my hand, I leapt straight up. Pulling my knees up slightly, the soft pads of my feet touched down on the top of the footboard. I settled easily into crouch, my hands grasping the footboard for additional balance as I settled. My tail found the bottom of the headboard and wrapped around it, stabilizing my balance on the narrow railing. Assured of my footing, I pulled the sheet up to me. I carefully fed some slack through my hands, letting a foot or so fall free. I reached out with one hand, letting the flimsy fabric dangle, brushing it across her foot. Her foot twitched slightly at the touch, she pulled it back slightly. The smile on her lips grew slightly, but her sleep was undisturbed. I touched it to her other foot, sliding the soft cloth over her ankle and up her calf. She giggled lightly as her foot pulled away. Now she was just out of reach. I dropped the sheet and carefully put one hand on the mattress. It sank in slowly as I gradually shifted weight to it. I watched her closely looking for any sign of disturbance, but her face remained peaceful. Her eyes closed. I put my other hand down, carefully distributing the weight, inching closer again. Then my left foot. Then my right. I reached out slowly again, tentatively, towards her ankle again. My ears turned forward, listening to her breath. Cobalt blue fur on the back of my hand brushed lightly against the side of her ankle, only for and instant before I pulled away again. Studying her face and her breathing before continuing. My own breathing slow and calm now, I was not burned. I was not turned to ash, nor was I stone. My body relaxed slightly. Then tensed again as I heard something behind me. I turned. Her cat sat just inside her bedroom door. It eyed me curiously. I sensed only a slight nervousness in it. I reached out to it with my mind, "No harm will come to her. I promise." A soft mew came from the animal as it turned and quietly exited. I returned my attention to the object of my attentions. Still undisturbed. I relaxed a bit more. And again inched closer. Reaching once more, I ran the back of my hand up the inside of her calf, my fur barely touching her skin. Again she moved her leg, but to the side this time, allowing me another glimpse. I stopped, studying her again. All is quiet. I leaned closer, as I moved a few more inches, taking in her scent. My hand brushed lightly against her other leg, just inside her knee. She drew it up and to the side, her hand moving down across her belly. I froze, waiting for her to settle again. She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, adjusted her head on the pillow and was once again still. The fingers of my right hand traced up the inside of her left thigh as I leaned my face closer, the long whiskers on my chin and upper lip allowing me to judge the distance to her skin. They brushed her right thigh. This time her movement was quicker, a restless toss. Rolling flat on her back as her legs opened wider. I caught the hand movement out of the corner of my eye and moved quickly out of the way, her hand just passing in front of my nose. I was still again. Closely studying her eyes, listening to her heartbeat for signs of waking. She was fully asleep. As I watched, her hand moved slowly to her thigh. I withdrew my own hand, carefully allowing the hairs on my finger to brush again across her smooth skin as her own hand came near. She rubbed her hand briefly where my own had touched it. I breathed hotly on it as it passed again under my nose. The faint scent of her musk grew slightly stronger. I drew a deep breath, drawing the scent in through my mouth and nostrils, capturing the full essence of the scent. I waited again, until she was perfectly still. Watching her hand, only inches from my nose, I brushed her leg again. A long stroke starting at he knee and moving slowly upward and around her thigh. This time she rolled. Instinct and reflex pushed conscious thought aside. Using the disturbance caused by her movements to mask my own, I half scrambled-half slithered over her right leg and dropped silently to the floor. I heard her sniffle once, and then her breathing returned to the slow shallow breaths of deep sleep. Slowly I rose and peered over the edge of the bed. She now lay on her belly, her face way from me. The hem of her small nightgown slid down the hillocks of her butt and collected in the small of her back. The sight stunned me for a moment. I felt a trickle of sweat run down the side of my nose, onto my cheek. I licked it away and proceeded. Rising again to my full height, I stared down at her. And I cast my spell. The words were whispers, barely audible, but their effect would be real. She would sleep and would not fully awaken for hours regardless of what happened. She would, however, feel everything in a state of semi-consciousness, experience it all and react as though she were awake. In the morning it would be no more than a dream. If it had worked. A test. I needed a test before continuing. I sat casually on the edge of the bed, not being so careful not to cause a disturbance. She did not stir. I placed the palm of my hand on her back, felt the muscles tense, then relax, saw her smile just slightly. But she did not stir. I slid my hand higher, to her shoulders, rubbing across them. She breathed deeply and let out a faint sigh. Still she slept. I swept my tail across her legs and let it glide over the curves of her backside, the thick, soft fur tickling her skin as it passed over. She wiggled at the touch, snuggling again into the pillow. My tail snaked between her legs, fur against fur as it curled around her form and across the front of her hips. She giggled sleepily and wiggled at the probing appendage, grinding it against the satin under her. With a hand I slid the thin straps of her gown off her shoulders, gently pulling them down her arms. She seemingly obliged, raising herself to allow the silky garment to slide under her breasts. My tail retreated momentarily as I slid the garment past her hips down her legs. She merely sighed softly and went about her dreams. I massaged her legs, careful of my sharp claws; I would surely die if I were to blemish the perfection of her skin. The flesh was firm and warm, slightly moist with sweat. Gradually I worked my way up her legs to her buttocks, tracing with my fingers across the crease where leg met rump. I kneaded the firm globes slowly, savoring the feel of them in my hands. Her face brushed against the pillow, sinking further into it in response. I brought my tail once more into play, slipping it up between her thighs. She opened her legs wider, inviting me in. Instead I teased, sliding the fur of my tail through the cleft of her butt, the hairs bristling softly against it. She squirmed, trying to wriggle away. My hands moved to her shoulders gently arresting her escape. Her own hands moved alongside her breasts, as if for protection. She turned her head towards me, gently resting it again on the pillow. I brushed her hair from her cheek. She breathed more deeply now, her own subconscious desires building. I leaned closer, sniffing lightly at the small beads of perspiration building on her back. I lapped them up with my tongue, it's rough texture dragging across her skin. Tracing a line across her back and down her left side. She giggled again lightly and rolled away from me, her breasts swaying momentarily after the rest of her body had stopped. There is no description that does justice to the feeling that washed through me as I watched. Awe is a weak substitute at best. I could not resist. I moved closer again, tasting the salty sweat as my tongue aroused the nipple, its erection reaching toward my lips. I obliged, taking it my mouth, sucking and nibbling at it as my hand rubbed lightly down the flat of her belly. Her back arched slightly as I gave attention to her breasts alternately, my hand still caressing her tummy, tracing lazy figure eights around it. I moved my own body parallel to hers, lying closely against her. The lighter fur of my belly brushed against her, sending electricity throughout my entire being. My hand reached lower, finding her own fur. I massaged the flesh through it, feeling the moistness and testing its willingness. My whiskers dragged down her belly, tickling the flesh and causing minute tremors in her musculature. I felt them through my tongue as it drew tight circles around her navel, the tiny spikes of my taste buds causing deeper tremors. She squirmed as I moved lower, seeking out the source of the scent so strong now in my nose. I moved to hover over her, my whiskers combing through her short tuft of hair, mouth open slightly, taking in the scent fully. And then the taste. A mix of sweat and musk enveloped my sense, warm and moist as my tongue explored her. I traced her petals with the tip of my tongue, feeling them grow warmer and swell as more blood flowed to her loins. And the hard little button exposed itself for me. I teased at it, the roughness of my tongue making her hips roll back. Her legs opened a little wider, her knees came up, offering me a clearer path. Then closed about my head as my finger probed her deeply. The soft fur of my finger brushed through the opening, sending shivers through her. I felt her hands touch the back of my head, her fingers roughly grasping at my fur and my ears. I heard her deep sigh and felt her hips begin a rhythm, grinding against my face. Was she waking? Was my spell failing? I stopped for a moment and listened again. No, her breathing quickly returned to the shallow breaths of deep sleep. Her body became still again. I returned to my attentions, my finger finding the small rough bump inside her. I carefully rubbed it, then light taps and more rubbing. Her hands stoked my head while I continued my work. Long thin fingers combed through the coarse hair on the back of my neck. Her body contracted and relaxed as the intensity of her pleasure rose. I felt the waves of deep tremors wash through her body, her fingers clutched my fur, pulling me towards her face. I complied, slowly moving up her body, my tongue tracing a jagged line past her navel and up her belly, between her breasts and around her neck. I licked roughly up the line of her jaw and behind her ear. She gasped. And then, again, deeper, as I entered her. I pushed slowly, firmly to the full depth, then paused there, my head rolled back sharply against my will. My senses tingled, feeling the warm, wet pressure against me. I slowly retreated, paused and pushed fully into her again. Her hands found my back, her own talons lightly dragging through my fur. I stroked again teasingly slow. Feeling every inch and savoring it. Her hips chased me as I retreated once more, lifting off the bed to hold me in her. Her nails raked harshly up my sides, compelling me to thrust again, harshly this time. Her voice broke the air, a shrill, gasping cry, as I plunged into her again. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in. Her hips ground against me, her desire starkly evident on her face. My hands stroked the light ridges of her ribs, feeling her muscular form tense and relax. Her legs were strong, stronger than I would have guessed, but not strong enough. I took her earlobe between my fangs biting and pulling gently at it as I forcefully retreated again. Then allowed her strong legs to pull me back in. In this manner I allowed her to set the pace while still controlling it. Her body writhed under me, her head rolled from side to side, claws raking at my back. Her breathing quickened with the pace, becoming deeper and louder as our bodies moved against and away from each other. Her moans filled my ears, claws raking the skin on my back through the thick fur. Her back arched, her breasts pressing against the soft fur of my chest. I felt her nipples erect again, pressing into my flesh. Her arms wrapped around my back and she pulled herself tight against me as the first spasms shook her. She buried her face in my shoulder, muffling the intense screams as her body gave way to the sensations. Her legs squeezed tight around my hips, pulling her body completely up, hanging from me. I pulled her up with me into a kneeling position as her hips continued to pound against me. My tail snaked between our legs and caressed her bottom, my arms around her, holding her against the tides. It was several moments before they subsided. Her breath came in short gasps, sighing as she exhaled, her body quaked as her sub-conscious mind fought to regain control of it. I held her there until she was again relaxed. Still feeling her minor contractions I carefully pulled my legs from under me to sit, still holding her close. Easing her legs from behind me, I lay back, pulling her down with me. My hands stroked her back, strongly but gently, and her hips began to move. Sliding slowly up and down me, her arms around my neck, she breathed hotly against my neck. I stroked her sides, lightly dragging my sharp claws against her silky skin, careful not to draw blood or even leave a mark. She slowly rose from my chest, eyes closed in dreams, mouth open in desire, her hands dragged down my chest. Her breasts moved gracefully with the back and forth movement of her hips. I reached out to cup them in my hands, massaging them firmly, my thumbs gently rolling her excited nipples under them. My tail caressed her back, the tip brushing across her shoulders while further down the thick hair played through the valley of her butt. My own excitement built with hers, taking in all the sensations as her lithe body fell gently against me, only to rise again. The perfection of her curves taking my breath away as she moved, I felt my own body begin to tense. Her fingers grasped at the fur on my breast as her hips rose and fell then slid forward and back. Her pace increasing rapidly, I could feel the first tremors of her orgasm begin. Alternately bouncing on top of me and grinding against me, she began the rapid staccato breaths that signified the coming onslaught. My own hips thrust uncontrollably into her, my breathing became shallower, then stopped as the pulsating contractions grew stronger. I fought for every second of pleasure as it built inside me, but it was useless against the violence of her movements. My head whipped back, my eyes shut tight, I could only hear her ragged breathing and feel the spasms that over took us both. Again and again my hips slammed up into hers. She fell heavily across me as her spasms subsided. I held her for several long moments, unable to move or even force a single thought into my mind. My hands absently rubbed her back, my tail flopping lazily on the bed while she lay on me breathing softly on my cheek. I do not recall the darkness overtaking me. But do remember the sunlight washing over me, warming my fur. I felt the hand rub gently up my spine and fingernails scratching between my ears. My eyes opened to stare directly into her face. I found her eyes were open as well. She seemed to study me closely for several long moments as she scratched at the back of my head. I moved my head to direct her attentions as I heard her soft voice. "That must have been some dream I had, Dmitri. My gown is on the floor and so is the sheet. I'm glad I had you were here to protect me. Who knows what might have happened." She laughed quietly, smoothing my fur with her hand. I sidled closer to her, curling up against her, my cheek brushing across her bare breast. My whiskers tickled it to arousal. She giggled softly. I lay down with my back to her, pressing my head against her bosom. I basked in her warmth. After Midnight "I wish," she said, softly stroking my belly, "that all men were as caring and gentle as you." My heart beat faster at the expression of her affections, my mind searched for something equally as affectionate to say. But I could utter only a single sound: "MrrroOOoww." After Midnight Authors note: I'm sure that many stories similar to this one have been posted on the site, but I wanted to try writing something from a woman's perspective. My wife and I occasionally have sex in the manner depicted here so I asked her if I had accurately described her feelings during those encounters. I must have done it reasonably well because something nice happened shortly after she finished reading. Afterward, she encouraged me to post the story, so here it is. ***** Something causes me to drift up out of a deep sleep. My eyes flutter open. Enough moonlight is coming through the bedroom window to faintly illuminate him kneeling beside me on the bed. I am not sure what his intentions are. I know that sometimes he just likes to watch me sleep. He studies me for a long moment and then reaches over to grasp the waistband of my panties. He pulls them gently down. I raise my hips to make his task easier. He slips the lacy garment off my feet and drops it to the floor. Now I know what he has in mind, but I do not yet know how it is going to unfold. Occasionally, if his need is great, he enters me immediately. He is well endowed. Once, when we were just beginning to have sex, I playfully measured the size of his cock with a tailor's tape. Fully erect, he is eight inches long with a circumference that is a shade over seven inches. Circumference doesn't mean much to me but diameter I understand; I can measure it with a thumb and forefinger. Math was not my best subject, so he informs me that the diameter is two and one quarter inches; something to do with a number called pi. The ladies magazines told me his size is well above average. I have little basis for comparison. My only other lover was a long time ago in college and I do not recall him being exceptional in any way. If he enters me now, he will use a lubricant and proceed very slowly. When he was a little younger and a little less patient, he once entered me too roughly. It scared me and it hurt. I recoiled and yelped in his ear, getting his attention. He has been gentle with me ever since. He moves down toward the foot of the bed. His intentions are now becoming more apparent. He parts my legs. I pull my knees back, plant my feet firmly on the bedding, and open my legs wider to allow him better access. He slowly lowers his face and begins to kiss the insides of my thighs, pausing now and then to brush his lips through my fur without touching any skin. I feel an ember starting to glow deep inside me. I know that before he is finished, the ember will become a little flame, then a small fire, then a conflagration, and finally a raging inferno of lust. Later, a tsunami will wash over me to extinguish the flames and send me spinning off into an orgasmic stupor. He avoids direct contact with my pussy long enough for me to feel frustrated. I rock my pelvis up into his face, telling him I want more. He ignores me. Soon I am vocalizing my need, whimpering softly. Just when I am about to lose my mind, he parts me with his fingers and runs his tongue briefly up between the lips of my pussy and around my clitoris, dipping back down to taste my nectar. Involuntarily, I thrust upward against his tongue and cry out sharply. Pleased with my response, he continues manipulating me with his tongue but carefully avoids direct contact with the most sensitive part of my clit. I become more vocal as I feel myself become increasingly aroused. The ember has become a small flame and I know I am going to have an orgasm tonight, perhaps more than one. The same ladies magazines that enlightened me about the size of his cock also taught me that I am a fortunate woman in another respect. Nine out of ten times when we have sex, I reach a climax. About half those encounters produce a second. Occasionally, there is a third. He pushes his tongue more deeply into me, lapping up my dew. I shudder with pleasure. Once again pleased with his effect on me, he shifts his attention to my clit, now swirling his tongue round and round its base. Soon I am crying out continuously as my arousal spirals rapidly upward. The fire is burning brightly. I know I am going to cum soon. I am getting close now. He senses this and eases the pressure on my clit. I start rocking my pussy hard against his face, telling him not to slow down. Once again he ignores my demands and holds me just below the threshold of what I know will be a crushing orgasm if I can just get him to push me over the edge. Finally, he relents and gently sucks my clit into his mouth so he can hold it firmly between his lips and manipulate its most sensitive part with rapid tongue movements. The inferno roars. I am lost now. I go over the top with a muffled scream as I clamp both hands over my mouth. It is summer. Our window is open and I do not want to share my ecstasy with the neighbors. He knows my body well so he eases off, continuing to gently lick my pussy, allowing me to come down slowly. I have trouble getting my breathing under control. Finally, I can breathe normally again and I have drifted off into some sort of post-orgasmic coma. I know he is going to fuck me. I hope he does it soon. I do not have long to wait. I feel him kneel between my thighs, his excitement palpable in the fragrant nighttime air. 'Fuck me,' I think but I do not say it out loud. I know he will enter me only when he is ready. He reaches out to release the buttons of my nightshirt, baring my breasts. He leans forward and takes a nipple into his mouth and rolls it around with his tongue. A tingle starts in my belly. He transfers his attention my other nipple. I moan softly. He releases my breasts and leans back. He rearranges my legs slightly to suit his intent. Then I feel the tip of his cock sliding up and down between the lips of my pussy as though searching for something. He knows precisely where the entrance is but he is playing with me. We both enjoy what he is doing. After an eternity he begins to slowly ease the tip into me, and then a little more. I am ready for him and he knows it. I rock my hips upward to encourage him. It works. He is all the way inside me now. I am completely filled up, stretched nearly to my physical limits. It is a glorious feeling. He leans forward to gather me into his arms. I slide my hands around to his back, holding on to him for the ride that will soon begin. He begins to move. I lie still though I know I will be counterthrusting against him in a little while. I do not yet know if I will have a second orgasm, but I revel in the sensation of being fucked as he establishes a rhythm that will let me know the answer soon enough. The metronomic precision of his thrusting begins to take its toll and I respond with small sounds of pleasure and begin to rock my hips to match his movements. He is encouraged and begins to move faster. I cry out, now certain of where I am heading. He senses that I'm on my way and increases speed once more. His face is buried in my hair, his cheek against the side of my neck. I clutch him tightly. He makes no more changes in speed or force. He has me where he wants me. We both know I am going to cum soon. I grind my clit into the base of his cock each time it plunges into me. I know it will all end in a few seconds. I begin to quiver all over. I bury my face in his shoulder to muffle the screams that I cannot control. He hurls me over the edge. He slows his pace. I am vaguely aware that I did not feel the usual violent pulsing contractions when he ejaculates. I realize he is not yet finished with me and I am thrilled. If he can hold it together a little while longer, I will have another orgasm. "Fuck me," I whisper into his ear, "very hard." They are the only words that will be spoken before dawn. He obeys my command with such force that it shocks me a little, even after all these years. He rams sharply into me, his balls striking me in the ass at the end of each stroke. I draw my legs back along his flanks and surrender completely to the pounding rhythm he has chosen. My feet are off the mattress so I cannot counterthrust effectively. It is not necessary. He will make me cum within seconds. My vaginal contractions begin, clenching the huge cock that is hammering into me. I throw my head back against the pillow and arch my back. My body trembles all over. I nearly faint as I feel the great surges of cum that he pumps into me. From far, far away I hear a women wail loudly and a man release a primal roar. Whoever they are, they had better be quiet or they will wake the neighbors. He remains on top of me, his body trembling with effort to support enough weight so that I am not crushed. Our breathing slowly returns to normal. Finally, he withdraws and rolls over to lie at my side. I am so dilated from his cock that I briefly feel cool night air inside my pussy before it slowly returns to normal size. He gathers me into his arms and sucks a nipple into his mouth, once again rolling it around gently with his tongue. I pull his head tightly against my breast. This is just afterplay. Nothing more will happen tonight. But tomorrow is Saturday. Maybe I will ask him for a replay in the afternoon. We slowly drift off to sleep, secure in each other's arms. ***** I encourage readers to vote and comment. Constructive thoughts, suggestions, and criticisms are always appreciated. After Midnight: Cock and Balls Note from Author: This is voiced as a sexual role playing fantasy agreed and played out by two consenting adults over the age of 18. I want to try and describe what it's like to get an erection and how it feels to ejaculate, cum especially when it's over you. Thinking about you constantly through the day is difficult especialy at work... it's bloody difficult to be honest. There's this straining and heaviness in my balls and they don't tighten up they just hang because they are filling up with cum over the thought of you, and I know that in my trousers when I think about you because they feel tight, you know. It doesn't get uncomfortable but everything feels heavy down there and often I'll go in one of the cubicles and just release myself, masturbate... but the feeling that I'm trying to explain the heaviness in my balls the blood flowing, it's almost like a weight around my balls when I think about you. So then when I get home and strip off I just have to stand there and think things about you and I can feel the heaviness of my balls just then begin to gently tighten as my cock starts to grow. It's a nice feeling when the cock rises thinking horny thoughts about you because you can feel the veins starting to flood with blood. You can feel (for me anyway) the coldness as the air hits the head of my cock as the skin pulls back. I'm uncircumcised so the feeling of that skin pulling back over the head of my cock by itself just over the thought of you is a really nice feeling. As the cock grows from a sort of semi erect state to a fully erect and throbbing state.... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (9.5 min/mp3) * * * * * After Midnight: Cock Worship Note from Author: This is voiced as a sexual role playing fantasy agreed and played out by two consenting adults over the age of 18. Teaching you to worship my cock I think would be most enjoyable. Your Master's getting sleepy now but I have got a desire for you to drink my cum before bed and let your Master give his special girl her reward before she sleeps... having all Master's cum in her belly as she drifts off to sleep making Master happy. I think I would be sitting down and you would be between my legs. I would sort of push your face close to my groin. I would have my underwear on still but I would make... I would make you familiarise yourself with the scent of me through my underwear. I would want you to breathe me in, breathe your Master's scent in like a good little spaniel dog. I would want my scent to make your pussy tingle with anticipation about the reward you're going to receive and the feeling of your face pushed against my groin would be making me grow rock hard. You would feel that against your face and as my special princess you would feel overjoyed that you're pleasing your Master like this. That you can feel his cock growing through his underwear against your face. You like pleasing your Master making him grow in his pants. Just your face pressed against his groin can do that. That's what he's teaching you to do, for you to get excited by the smell and aroma of his groin and for Master to get excited by his good girl's face pressed against his cock wanting to worship and devour him. You can pull my underwear down now... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8 min/mp3) * * * * * After Midnight: Doctor and Patient Note from Author: This is voiced as a sexual role playing fantasy agreed and played out by two consenting adults over the age of 18. As your Doctor the first thing I noticed from you as my patient was your deep submissive stare as you told me your ailments. It sort of glazed over whilst you were talking to me but all I wanted to do was ravish your body. There has to be that level of professionalism between us but as your Doctor I command you to get naked for me. You'll see a small bed in the corner of my room, its got a blind around it. I want you to walk over to that bed, pull the blind around and strip totally naked for me so I can inspect your body. Be a good patient and do it for Doctor now because this perverted depraved Doctor is getting extremely horny thinking about the things he's going to be doing to his patient. Have you finished getting naked for me, stripping your clothing off for your Doctor? Let me come around and have a look and inspect my patient. Do you like Doctor's stethoscope? Do you like the combination of the rubber and the stainless steel. Do you like... do you like his stethoscope? Why don't you touch it with your fingertips, feel the coldness of that stainless steel .... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (9 min/mp3) * * * * * After Midnight on the Red Line Spazz had been up two days trying to debug the fucking server. He finally noticed that one of the include files had not been updated and recompiled. "Three in the fucking morning and not a Starbucks in sight. Jesus, I hate this goddamned job." Spazz fumed as he left the building. He walked past the noisy hookers on Hollywood Boulevard and let the quiet hum of the escalators take him into the lair of the new subway station. They'd almost destroyed half of glitter gulch building this thing and now there was a giant tunnel underground sitting on God knows how many fault lines. "Yeah, that's a good idea." The spanky clean, post-modern station was dead empty, not another soul on the platform. Spazz waited for the rush of wind that would tell him he could get on board and sleep. He watched. He wavered. He closed his eyes. There it is, the little breeze… PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH! The Red Line flew into the station, braking to a slow stop. Spazz was at the door when the hydraulics let go. He stepped in the car, took two steps to the left and lay down across three seats. He let his head loll back as the momentum built. Clack-click, clack-clack, clack-click! Faster and faster the train hummed into the dark tunnel, flying along the tracks, taking him to his little apartment in West LA. He shifted on the seats, trying to get comfortable and half-lidded his eyes so he wouldn't tumble into the aisle. That's when he noticed her. Platinum hair, short, thin, but pretty in a tight, white top and short, silk skirt. She watched him with one eye, exhaling the rest of her menthol cigarette out of the side of her mouth. "Workin' late?" Did she say that or…? "Yeah, forty-eight hours." He tried to look disinterested, but there it was, dim and flickering, the flame of his ardor burned. Why for this woman? Why now? "Ah fuck, there's no reasoning with your dick", thought Spazz. "Man, that's a long shift. Who you work for?" She puffed on her cigarette again, the cloud hanging between them. Spazz laughed. "Fuckin' dot com motherfuckers…bought a bunch a new servers and none of the software was compatible. Idiots!" She smiled. Her lips curved into a red chili pepper, shining in the industrial lighting. Spazz liked her face. "I don't know nothing 'bout all that Internet shit. An' glad I don't. Sounds much too complicated." Her foot started to dance at the end of her leg. He sat up and crossed his arms, getting comfortable. "Why're you…what're you doin'…?" He yawned and couldn't finish. "Rave. I'm a DJ…do mixes and shit." "Really? That sounds cool." "Pays the bills." She tossed her hair back and took another drag. "Know what you mean. I feel the same way about my job." He watched her foot dance. "So, what now?" "Now? Bed, sleep, get up and do it again." He smiled wryly, hoping she'd smile back, "How 'bout you?" "The same, I guess. 'Get tired of it, though." "How do you mean?" "No adventure. No excitement. Same ol', same ol' day after day. Work, sleep, work, sleep. It's fucked." She tapped out her cigarette. The metro squeaked and cushioned to a stop in the blue glow of the station. She stood up and stretched. Her breasts slid along under the top as her flat tummy slid into view. "Nice", he thought. No one got on. The train accelerated. She grabbed the pole by him and swung into the next seat. "Don't you think it's fucked?" She looked him in the eyes. "What?" He wanted to ask her what she was doing, but it didn't come out. "The routine, dullsville, doin' the same shit day in, day out." "Yeah, I guess. I sure hate my damn job." "And?" She raised her hands. "And? And what? What do I do about it?" She shook all that curly hair, grinning out of the side of her mouth. Spazz laughed. He never did shit about it. He just let days, weeks…hell, months go by and never did crap about it. She laughed along with him. "I complain. I never tell my boss anything, but I bitch to everyone else. That's what I do." He glanced down at her long legs, sticking out of her skirt. He could feel the movement, the skin of his cock sliding along his boxers. He moved his knees together to allow more room. "But if you didn't care, what would you do? If you were your own boss, what would you do?" She leaned back against the side of the car, looking into his eyes. Spazz gave her the once over and pondered. "Hell, I don't know. Maybe start my own business…" "No, no, no. What would you do for adventure…to liven up your life? Ever thought about that?" Her hands rested in her lap, pushing the skirt down between her thighs. Spazz could see the hard little nubs of her nipples bouncing against the silk fabric of her top. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. "Travel, I guess…" "Takes time. How about just everyday?" "Go, uh, see a movie. Fuck, I don't know. What do you do?" She grinned and half-lidded her eyes. A low chuckled lingered in her throat. Spazz felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck. "I like to find attractive men and show them my pussy." Her knees squeezed together. His lips clung to each other as his mouth dropped slowly open. She laughed. "You should see your face." Embarrassed, he put his hand on his head and looked down at the stained carpet. "Oh, you're fuckin' with me. Jesus." "No, I never fuck around when it comes to my pussy." He looked back up at her. Her eyes never left his as she raised her skirt up to her chest. Spazz kept looking at her eyes, afraid to look at what he wanted to see. "It's okay," she whispered, "I want you to." As he lowered his eyes, her legs spread wide before him. Her flat tummy ended in a rounded little island with a perfect pink slit smiling sideways at him; bare, but for a small tuft of fur at the top. The orchid-shaped labia glistened as the lights of the tunnel flew by outside. Her scent wafted in his nostrils. It took only a few seconds, but Spazz had a permanent impression of what this woman looked like from mid-thigh to belly button. He exhaled slowly, whispering. "Oh my God." "Good, I didn't think you were gay." Spazz glanced up. "I saw you checking me out earlier, but now I know for sure." He looked back down and licked his lips. "What do you think? Excited?" Spazz's cock strained against his jeans, rubbing the head brutally against the fabric. "Yeah, you…your…uhm…" "My pussy?" "Yeah. It's uhm…" "Say it. I want to hear you say it." His eyes quickly flicked to her face and back down. "Your pussy is beautiful. Just like a picture." Leaning back, his hand nonchalantly worked into his jeans' pocket. "Good, you want to touch your cock, don't you?" She watched his hand. Spazz was only half-aware of what his hand was doing. "What? I don't…" "It's okay. It's okay. I want to touch myself, too. You've got me really excited." He looked down. Her slit was wet. A drop of moisture ran down one of her buttocks to the seat. "Do you want me to touch my pussy? I will, if you want me to." She started rolling her hips, moving her crotch around in a tight little figure eight. Spazz realized he was breathing heavier and his heart was beating against his ribs. He felt like his mind had been short-circuited. His lips trembled. "Yes…I…want you to." "Want me to what?" Her fingers moved slowly down her thighs. "I…want you to touch your pussy." He blinked once hard, realizing he hadn't blinked in a while. "Show me your cock first." Spazz's eyebrows shot up, concern crossed his face. "What? You're kidding?" Her hands rubbed the insides of her thighs as she chuckled, her eyes never leaving his. "You know I don't kid around. I just need some…inspiration. And judging by that lump, I'd say you've got all I need." He looked down at his jeans. Sure enough, if he moved, the head would pop out at his waist. Spazz glanced around at the train. No one. He sat back, exhaled and unpopped the top button of his jeans. She sat up and watched him. "That's it, big boy. Let me see that fat cock of yours." He ripped the fly open, raised his hips and slid his jeans down his legs. His boxers tented savagely. The seat cooled his ass as he lowered himself back down. Her eyes were riveted on his bulge. Her hands moved gently, stroking her legs. He pushed his cock over to the opening in his boxers and let it spring out. It was hard, real hard, the head shiny with the blood pumping through it. His heart beat rapidly. Her mouth opened in a bright red "O." "Oh yeah. What a beauty." She sat back, bringing her right hand to her lips. She put two fingers in her mouth and licked them like she was licking a Popsicle. Spazz's cock pulsed upwards with every heartbeat. Her eyes never left it. "Watch me," she said to his cock. She brought her saliva-coated fingers down to her pussy and opened her lips, exposing a little bud of pink, shining wetly. She gently dabbed one finger on the end of it in little circles. She rolled her hips up, pushing towards her finger and sighed. Spazz found the words. "That's so sexy." "Thank you, so's your cock." He looked down. His dick bobbed as he moved. He'd wanted to touch himself. He'd wanted to jerk off when he got home; it wouldn't take much…not now. "Please touch it for me." She took her business finger and pushed it deep into herself, closing her eyes tightly as she did. Once it was buried all the way, she moved her wrist around in a wide circle, then pulled the finger back out, circling her clit again. Before he knew it, Spazz had his cock in hand, gently stroking it from the base to the edge of the crown. "Oh fuck yeah," she said and started sliding her finger in and out of her pussy. Her other hand moved down and held her lips open. Spazz knew he wouldn't last long. Already a big dollop of precum oozed out of the tip, ran down the side and coated the palm of his hand. "That looks awesome." She stared at his cock, once again coating her fingers with saliva. "You like my cock?" "Fuck yeah, it's beautiful, like a sculpture. I'd love to have a dildo made like it. I'd fuck myself silly." A second finger disappeared into her pussy. She started fucking herself, thrusting the two fingers against her lips, moving her hips in time with them. Her half-lidded eyes watched him, legs spread, cock erect, smoothly palming the shaft up and down, balls to head. "I've never seen a girl masturbate before." "Never?" "Well, not in real life. Just on video." She smiled and straightened up in her seat, sitting beside him. Spazz watched her nipples slide around inside her dress. She opened her thighs wide, draped one leg over his knee and thrust her two fingers into her snatch again, pumping steadily in and out. "So, what do you think? Better than TV?" She smiled at him. "Yeah, much better." He inhaled and closed his eyes. "I love your smell." When he opened his eyes, she was looking into them. "I love yours, too. Very masculine - musky." She inhaled sharply and her face screwed up like she was in pain. She sank her fingers in her pussy, held them there and moaned. Spazz marveled at her expression. After a moment, she relaxed and opened her eyes, breathing heavily again. "Did you…?" "Just a little one." She licked her fingers and sank them home again. Spazz looked down at his cock. Another blob of precum wobbled around the head as he stroked up and down. She watched the blob intently. "I'll never get over how sexy guys look when they jack off." "Really? I always thought it looked kind of…I don't know - silly." Her eyes rolled up to his and she shook her head silently, then looked back down at his cock, watching his hand pull at his dick, his balls bouncing beneath. Suddenly, he felt calm. He felt cool. He felt handsome. He smiled, pondering the moment. "Mind if I touch you?" Her left hand was already moving down her leg. "No, no go ahead." He took his hand off of his shaft. Her little hand reached out and with index finger pointed, rubbed the blob of precum around his crown slowly. "Oh God, that feels good," he said, sighing heavily. The finger withdrew and went to her mouth. She sucked it clean. "Yum, tasty. You a health nut?" He laughed. "No. Why?" "Your cum is sweet. The only other guy I've ever tasted with sweet sperm was a health nut." Her right hand continued to pump her pussy as her eyes met his again. "Now what?" She smiled. "Now, it's your choice. Don't you want to cum? I'd love to see that." "I will whether you want me to or not." She laughed. "Good answer, but here's the choice. You can cum by yourself or you can cum in me." "In you?" "Yeah, either here." She pointed at her mouth and stuck her tongue out. "Or here." She pointed at her pussy, then slipped her fingers back inside. "What's it gonna be?" Spazz looked at her, looked at his cock, then looked in her eyes. "Can't I have both?" He bounced his eyebrows up and down mischievously. She grinned and lay her head on his shoulder. "Greedy, bastard, aren't you?" Spazz bent down and kissed her. Her lips were soft. She tasted like smoke, but he was way beyond caring. He could feel the lipstick smearing between them as licked her mouth, her lips. Her tongue snaked into his and started licking the coarse roof, tickling him behind his teeth. She moaned as they parted. "You’re a good kisser - very romantic." With both hands, she pushed him back in the seat. "Lay back, Romeo. I got a cock to suck." She leaned across his lap, kissing her way down his shirt to his boxers. Her left hand grasped the base of his cock and pointed it at her mouth. "Look at me." He looked in her eyes, green with a hint of brown. "When is the last time you had your cock sucked?" Surprised, Spazz tried to think. "Shit, that long, huh?" "Pam!" he blurted out, "Pam Johnson at the Fourth of July picnic." She laughed. "Glad you remembered her name. Quite the romantic." Spazz looked at his cock throbbing in her hand, her mouth inches away, then back at her eyes. "You want me to put your cock in my mouth? Do you want me to suck you? Would you like that?" Her hand started jacking him slowly. "Don't you want to?" "Yes, but you haven't asked me yet." "Would you please put my cock in your…" Her soft lips engulfed the head like hot pudding. Spazz felt his heart jump in his chest. Her tongue slipping and sliding underneath the head like a current of electricity. She kissed her lips down the length of his cock, twisted her jaw to the side and then back up again, coating the shaft in saliva. Her hand followed along, jacking it in time with her mouth. She moaned. He could feel the vibration of the sound on the head of his cock. He looked out the window. The tunnel was a blur of textures, cable and lights. The train rumbled through the darkness, slowly rocking on the tracks. Her head bobbed in time. Down and up, down and up, down and up, pumping his hardness into submission. Getting him primed to pump. Primed to shoot. He could feel the pressure building between his legs, his balls drawing up tighter, tighter. She popped the head out of her mouth. "Like that, do you?" "Yes." He could barely answer through his heavy breathing and beating heart. "Good." She smiled. She sank her mouth down again, quickly jacking his cock up and down. It felt hot, slick. The best imitation of a vagina he'd ever felt. He wanted to cum. He wanted to fill her mouth, float her teeth down a river of sperm. She pulled away again, gripping his pole tightly with her hand. She smiled. Her lipstick was smeared around her mouth. She brought her hands up on either side of his cock and gently pushed down. "Oh, fuck!" Spazz felt his testicles pop back into his sac. "You can't cum just yet, cowboy. You've got business to take care of. Come here." She pulled him out of the seat. With his pants down around his ankles, he had to hang onto the commuter straps above their heads to keep from falling. His cock glistened with her saliva, bobbing with the movement of the car. She grabbed the vertical pole next to them and bent forward at the waist. Reaching back with one hand, she flipped her skirt up. A divine sight. A perfect heart-shaped ass with her dripping pink lips framed beneath it. "Oh my God. You're beautiful." Spazz grabbed his cock and gave it a jerk. Looking over her shoulder, she swayed her hips back and forth. "You going to finish that by yourself or are you going to share the wealth? Get over here and stretch me open with that meat, big boy." Spazz stumbled forward and grabbed her hips. She arched her back, bringing her slit up to his cock. He bumped her ass twice. "Careful, don't go in the wrong hole. I'm not ready for that just yet." He reached down and grabbed his shaft, then felt the warmth of her well-lubed slit kiss the head of his cock. A low coo of "Oh yeah" was all her heard drifting to his ears from her. He rubbed the head along her slit, slowly at first, and then desire took over. He started pushing forward. The head sank in suddenly. Damn, she was tight. "Go slow, lover, let me feel it. Wedge it in." He withdrew a little, then pushed forward more. Two steps forward, one step back. The second push forward, she moaned loudly. "Fuck, you're big. It wasn't that big in my mouth." "This ain't your mouth, darling." He pushed forward again, sinking about two-thirds of his cock into her. She yelled. "Wait…fuck…wait. I don't, I don't know if…" "Hand on, sweetheart. I'll go slow." Spazz had had this trouble before with an old girlfriend in college. He wet his fingers and reached around her, lifting the front of her skirt. He found her clit and started rubbing just the tip of it very gently from the bottom. "Oh yeah." Her words were almost all breath. "That's so good." She pushed back on his cock and he sank in a little deeper. He began to mimic the movements of her fingers from before when she'd masturbated, drawing rhythmic circles around her clit. She pushed back again, taking more of him. He put his other hand in the small of her back and slowly pulled out until the head of his cock was at her lips again, then sank it all back inside. "Yeah. That's it. Fuck me." He withdrew again and she pushed up against him. "Come on, fuck me, fuck me." He grabbed her hips with both hands and started sawing in and out of her at a steady pace. Her moans egged him on. They were both caught up in a physical sexual dance. He began thrusting his cock into her as hard as he could. She grunted back at him. Her ass bounced and shook as his shaft sank in again and again. He panted hotly through his open mouth. The scent of the two of them permeated his senses. Suddenly, the train flew into the Santa Monica station and all the lights came on in the train. The cars ground to a halt and the doors hissed opened. "Don't stop! Please! I'm almost there!" Nothing was going to stop him now. The tightness in his balls was unbearable. Her legs started shaking as he pounded into her. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck." She grunted and her whole body shook. He held on for dear life as she bucked on his cock. He could feel the convulsions inside her body pull at him like an approaching earthquake tremor. Three more thrusts and that would be it. He strained, gritting his teeth, trying to stem the explosion. He knew his fingers were bruising her skin. He didn't care, he just held on. With a cry, he started cumming inside her. He could feel the hot, slippery sperm coating the tight sleeve of her pussy. He thrust and thrust, trying to keep going - keep fucking. She fell forward, pulling away from him. Quickly, she turned around, grabbing for his spewing appendage. He saw her mouth clamp over the end and suck, holding on with both hands. He swooned and fell into the nearby seat, her mouth never leaving the end of his cock. After Midnight on the Red Line The train lurched. The lights went out and they accelerated into the darkness beyond the station. He looked down at her and lifted her chin. Her hands still clutched at his softening dick. Her face had globs of sperm sprayed along her right cheek and some dripped out of her hair. Her mouth was open and smiled up at him. "Fuck, that was great. My legs are dead." She climbed off the floor and into the seat next to him. He pulled her close and kissed her, tasting the salty seed he had sprayed there mixed with her earthy juices. She leaned back and looked down at his cock. "You got a license for that thing?" He grinned and chuckled. "The station really surprised me. I thought we were caught." She rolled into her seat and started laughing. "What?" "You didn't see them, then?" "Oh shit. What?" "Three guys in their twenties by the looks of them. Tackle boxes, fishin' rods. I don't think they'll be catchin' anything as interesting as what they just saw." "Fishing? Oh, shit." Spazz laughed along with her. She put her arm around him and looked in his eyes. "Now what?" Spazz's pants were still around his ankles. His cock leaked cum down his leg. "Don't know. Missed my stop." She leaned over and kissed him gently, inhaling and smelling him as she did. He wrapped his big arms around her and hugged her tight. "Guess we'll just have to go around again." Spazz smiled and looked at those deep green eyes, twinkling back at him. "Sounds good to me. I've got all night, big boy." He pulled her down and they kissed, kissed until they couldn't hear, kissed until they couldn't feel, kissed until there was only the kiss. After Midnight: Sleeping Beauty Note from Author: This is voiced as a sexual role playing fantasy agreed and played out by two consenting adults over the age of 18. This feels depraved and perverted watching you sleep on your bed in the middle of the night. There's only a small amount of light coming through my window so I can just make out the outline of your body. I can hear your gentle breathing and the little top you are wearing has just hitched over your buttocks. You always sleep on top of your bed when you get the urge for me to watch you, I know you like it. I know you like me watching you sleeping and doing things to your body whilst your eyes are closed and I know you're never asleep properly. I know that by the time I turn you over so you're on your back and I've hitched up your little nightie over your pussy and I go down on you, I know by the movements you make and that smirk on your face that you're not properly asleep. You like me performing sex acts on your body pretending to be asleep. I'm watching you right now, masturbating. I'm stood up in the centre of the room, you're on top of my bed in a fetal position with a little skimpy nightie on, no panties. I can make out the outline of your body through the slight light coming through my window... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (14 min/mp3) * * * * *