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Long Time

By: keyj



It's been a long time I have seen my sister. She's married now. Lives in a far away place. Has kids. A husband she loves. 

I haven't quite forgotten her though, my inability making me pine away endless nights alone. I had seen some women but none stayed in my mind the way Janey did.

She is beautiful. A flower. 

It was not to be.

When I was young, I started to get these feelings about her. She would bat her eyelashes sexily at me as she did with everyone, and I would feel my hardness throbbing with insane desire. 

Now, I have nothing but awkwardness. I masturbate thinking of her and just that.

Whenever I speak to her on the phone or when I visit I have to shackle myself from doing something I would regret later. She has a baby. I often fantasize I gave it to her. Sick thoughts, I know.

But I love the child. I imagine she was very happy concieveing it, my cock deep inside her pumping warm semen into her. She sucking it in like a woman about to explode with love for her master.

I was about twenty when I decided to talk to her about it. Went up to her room. Found her reading a book as she always did, her small frame coiled into a ball. I wanted to pick her up and give her a huge kiss, but I didn't, seeing how everyone was at home.

But Janey could tell I was there. She turned, at first a bit surprised and then smiled.

"What do you want?" she said, her eyes doing that sexy thing.

I wanted to tear off her clothes and make passionate love, but stuttered instead. Did I tell you I have developed a stutter around her?

She looked at me funny. "What's wrong? You look upset."

"No. Just wondering if I can use your computer," I lied sitting down at her desk so that my balls could relax.

She saw the bulge in my pants and looked away.

For a moment I said nothing, pretending to look around the internet for my class project. And she with her back to me went on reading her book.

It was a romantic thriller, a sex-filled story that made women wet in their pussies and very very sexy. I looked over her side to see what she was doing. She was in a curl, legs squeezed together as though to suck in the fluids. 

I wanted to massage her tension, stroke her butt muscles so she would magically spread her legs and say, "MMMM....fuck me."

My mouth was salivating, my legs wider to let the dick breath. I bit my lips to keep from yelling.

And then she turned over.

"Is everything okay? Do you feel sick?" she leaned towards me and touched my forehead.

Instantly, I jumped back. It was an awkward jump, and as though she had understood me her eyes flowed to my bulge. I saw in her eyes a sense of horror and guilt. She pulled back.

My sister is four years older. I had seen her grow into a woman all these years, and I doubt she had ever thought of me as anything but a kid brother.

But it was for once, I think, that she realized I was just another man who wanted her. She sat back and for a moment said nothing, her face perplexed in a deep frown, as though asking herself if she had led me on in any way.

I quietly waited a lecture.

But then something happened. Her eyes went back to the sexy squint and she smiled at me, the way she did when she wanted something done -- a very confusing sexual advance.

I gulped. "Should I leave the computer on?" I asked, a bit annoyed with her mixed messages.

"No. Let it be." She looked at the clock and laughed. "We have three hours till John comes home."

John, my older brother, was the handsome one, the one she was most fond of. I looked at her in awe, not knowing what that meant.

Then as though she had made up her mind, she walked up to the bedroom door and closed it gently, dropping her dress into one pile and walking over to me.

"I masturbate a lot. I want your hard dick, Ian. Can I have it?" she put my hand on her soft perky breasts and I almost came.

"Are you sure about this?" I managed to say as she tore my belt off and began to touch my cock like a kid who had discovered a new toy.

"I want to be fucked like in the stories. Like dad and mom do it. You know? Like mad," she grinned like the devil.

I felt a sense of ease overcome me as she swallowed my balls into her mouth and began to suck on them like a baby.

"You're big," she giggled, putting my cock in her mouth and starting this spit-and-suck routine.

I could not breath, but I was losing my patience fast.

I lifted her off the floor and threw her on the bed. Then like any man whose mind was not functioning, I started to tear off her clothes.

She yelped. Moaned. Hissed, Kicked as I bit and sucked her black catholic nipples, like a tiger devours fresh meat. She was so wet. It took me a second to go inside her. I heard her say nasty things.

"Fuck harder. Oh Yes. Mmm.. I love you. Harder..."

I kept ramming it in until I spilled everything inside her.

"What did you do that for?" she had jumped up in surprise. I'm not on birth control. 

It was as though our whole afternoon of fun had been destroyed by my carelessness. I began to keep fucking her, like any man ignoring his wife. She responded but angrily.

She began to say angry things. "I hate you. Agghh.. Why? Why? Aghh....MMM..."

I moved slowly, hoping to take away her pain. It worked. After two hours, I left her in bed with some clothes on and walked off to take a bath.

When I came back, John was standing in the doorway, just like I had been, but this time wondering why she was looking spent.

I didn't bother to walk over there, but soon after I heard a small sound of the door closing and then the springiness of my brother fucking my newly liberated sister.

Long Time Admirer



My wife Margie was out, across town, to take care of her mother after surgery. She told me no more than two or three days at the most but I really didn't care, in fact, I was looking forward to the peace and quiet. Alone and with the house to myself, for the first time in I couldn't remember how long, I began to dwell on thoughts of pleasuring myself in front of some good porn on the net. I opened my nightstand looking for the bottle of lube we use occasionally but it wasn't there. Maybe we left it on my wife's side so I opened her nightstand only to find a journal. I had no idea Marge was keeping a diary and I was more than a little intrigued. I decided to put off masturbating and peek at what my wife had to say. I flipped through only to see that she tracked her periods and other activities pertinent to everyday life. Then I came to a page titled Romance written in large letters and then a line struck though it.

ROMANCE:

What a joke, what kind of romance can I expect from Mike? That's not fair, he was romantic, but after all these years of marriage, I guess the thrill is gone. I know he loves me but a peck on the cheek in the morning and a pat on the butt at night is not enough to show your love. Is this how my life is to be, no excitement, no passion, just daily routine until I become too old even to care. I know I can't complain and that I have it better than most. Mike is a good provider and I know he doesn't cheat on me but is that enough to sustain life, I fear not.

The page stopped there and as I stared at her writing, I tried to think of our life from Marge's point of view. It's not that this was a shock to me it was just I hadn't really considered our life as Margie had portrayed it. I felt our life was comfortable and I guess I always thought Marge felt the same as I did. Just because I hadn't shown her enough affection didn't mean that I didn't love her in fact, I think I loved her more now than ever before. It was up to me to put some romance back into her life as she deserved, all I had to do was come up with a plan. I forgot all about masturbation as I spent the rest of the evening planning some surprises for my wife.

I got up early the next morning and left the house to put my plan into action. I stopped by a florist on the other side of town and paid cash for a dozen red roses to be sent to her mother's house including the following note jotted down for me by the florist.

My darling Marjory, I hope these roses please you, as your pleasure is all I strive for in my life. Please think of me as you enjoy them and know that I am always thinking of you. 

I signed the note 'A long Time Admirer' 

Later that morning I got a phone call from Marge,

"Ah Mike did you send something up here this morning?"

"Why, Margie, do you need something? I'd be glad to send anything you'd like."

"No, no, that's OK; well I'll talk to you later."

I then went to a phone store and bought a throw away cell and as soon as it was charged I went to step two. I sent her a text, signed by Long Time Admirer,

"Marjory, did you enjoy your flowers?"

She answered right away,

"They were beautiful, but I need to know who you are?"

My reply, signed merely 'LTA,'

"Meet me for drinks and then you can find out."

"I am a married woman I do not meet someone I do not know for drinks or anything else."

"Being married is no excuse for a humdrum life, meet me for excitement."

"How dare you, I am a married woman not some tramp waiting for you to pickup."

I sent one more text and again signed it LTA,

"Meet me at the food court at the mall near you that way it will be safe. Look for me I'll be wearing a black shirt. I know you want this, be there at one o'clock"

I went out and bought a new black shirt, one that Marge wouldn't recognize. I drove to the mall close to my mothers house and once inside tried to pick a spot where my wife would approach me from the rear. Once situated I sat and pondered whether my wife would show up or not. Had I gone too far, did it mean that if Marge showed up she was willing to cheat on me? Well hell, if she was willing it was my own damn fault. My phone chirped, meaning a massage coming through.

"Where are you? I'm here to meet you but only because I want to know who you are."

I saw her looking for me across the food court and I had just enough time to reply to her message.

"Look for me I'll be the one who loves you."

I heard her phone chirp right behind me but I keep my back to her until she taped on the shoulder. I turned and smiled at her only to see her gasp,

"Mike, what are you doing here?"

I quickly realized she had no idea that I was LTA and now she was afraid I would catch her meeting her admirer. Her eyes darted around the mall and I wondered if she just might bolt on me. I stood and looked into her eyes,

"Margie, I'm LTA and I'm here to put some romance back into your life."

She still didn't believe me,

"How did you find out..."

"Margie if you don't believe me text your LTA and ask him where he is."

I couldn't believe her she actually took her phone out and sent a text but jumped when the phone, lying on the table chirped. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply right there in the mall food court just like the teens do.

"Marjory, I love you I've always loved you and I apologize from the bottom of my heart for not showing my love for you more often. I promise it will never happen again but if it does just send me a text and address it to LTA."

Now she was crying, I just hoped they were tears of happiness and not disappointment.  




Long Time Apart



I was so happy to finally be able to escape the stress of the days work, I couldn't wait to take a nice steaming hot shower. I turned the water on, and started to take my clothes off. I stepped into the shower, my body shaking as the hot water cascaded over it, I ran my fingers through my hair, letting the water flow over my aching body. 

I had a strange feeling that someone was watching me, that couldn't be right I thought, Steve isn't home for another few days yet. I shrugged it off as my mind playing tricks on my, and continued to lather my body with soap, then the shower curtain opened and someone joined me inside. He grabbed me and pushed me hard against the shower wall. 

'If you scream, you'll get more than you bargained for' he said, and laughed.

I recognised the voice instantly.

'What are you doing home so early?' I asked Steve, my boyfriend.

'Got an early mark for good behaviour' he replied, placing a kiss on my neck.

'I doubt that very much babe, you and good behaviour are yet to be introduced'

He chuckled, 'you are gonna see how good I can be tonight my sweet thing'

He ran his hands down my body, I could feel his eyes gliding over my back, then my well contoured ass, he slowly reached down and ran his fingers down my ass, spreading my cheeks, letting the water flow down it.

He pressed his body hard against mine, pressing my breasts up against the cold shower wall, I could feel his hardening cock pressing into my back, he sure was pleased to see me.

He reached over and grabbed the soap from my hand, 'let me give you a bit of a hand, sweetheart' he said, reaching down and rubbing his soap covered hand over my pussy., my whole body shook, it had been so long since we had been together, his fingers probed my soapy pussy until he found my clit, he slowly rubbed it with his fingers, I parted my legs sightly to give him easier access.

'Oh god Steve.... that feels so good....' I moaned

'This is just the beginning Karen, I want you in everyway' Steve whispered in my ear.

He pushed my legs further apart and his fingers found my slit.... he ran them along it, making me moan and move my hips, trying to force his fingers inside me, he laughed, knowing how badly I wanted them inside me, he didn't make me wait long, he slipped his long, fat finger inside my cunt, hard, I moaned loudly, slowly her started to pump his finger inside me, long and slow, driving me crazy, then he started to speed it up, pumping his finger inside me, finger fucking me, I screamed, it felt so good, Steve bit down on my shoulder as he fucked my cunt harder and faster, my legs started to shake as my orgasm grew closer.

'Oh baby, do it harder, finger fuck your slut' I screamed, as he fucked my cunt.

'Cum for me baby, cum for me' he moaned.

My pussy started to contract in an intense orgasm, my pussy grabbing his finger and he continued to pound it into my cunt, he withdrew it slowly as my orgasm subsided, the turned me around and kissed me long and hard, our tongues entwining, his hard 9" cock pressing into my stomach, god how I wanted him inside me.

He reached behind me and turned the water off, taking me in his arms, and carried me towards the bedroom, the water dripping from our bodies onto the floor, he laid me on the bed, and leaned down to take one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking long and hard on it, grabbing the other breast in his hand and squeezing it hard, I moaned and arched my back, feeling every sensation running through my body, my cunt was still sensitive from my orgasm, I could feel Steve's cock rubbing against it.

'Steve, I need you inside me now, I can't wait anymore, FUCK ME!!!' I begged

He pulled my knees up and apart, spreading my legs wide apart, exposing my cunt to him.

'Not yet, I'm not done yet' he replied

He moved down and dragged my cunt to the edge of the bed, he grabbed my ankles and hoisted the over his shoulders, he moved forward and circled my clit with his tongue, I grabbed the bed covers and arched my back, my clit so sensitive from before, he spread my pussy lips and grabbed my clit with his lips, sucking on it, driving me wild, then moving his tongue down to my slit and pushing it inside me, he started tonguing me, it felt so damned good, the he reached under my ass and slipped a finger inside my hole, he had never done that before, he looked at me, questioning me with his eyes, wondering if he had overstepped the mark.

'Fuck Steve, that feels so fucking good, ohhhhh yesssss... god I want you inside me so badly!!!' I screamed.

'Do you want this slow or nasty, you slut?' he asked

'NASTY' I cried 'I want you to ram your rod into me, you slut fucker Oh God! Unnnhhh, oh yes, oh do it to me, baby I need it, I need you to fuck me bad, now! Fuck me now, please! Pleeeease!"

Steve put his hands on either side of my head, kissing my ripe, red lips. I reached down and helped him guide the thick enormous, blood-engorged prick into my wet, puckering pussy. It was so big that I felt like my whole body was being filled by it as he fucked deep into my cunt.

"Oh shit, it's huge!" I gasped in a choked voice."I want to feel every bit of it in me. Raping me!"

Slowly Steve pulled his massive cock out of my pussy. The bulbous head of his cock was at the very edge of my glistening cunt-lips when he rammed it back deep into me. I nearly blacked out from the intensity of pleasure that gripped my trembling body.

He scooped up my quivering body in his strong arms and began fucking me with long, hard strokes. I whimpered and moaned with ecstasy, gyrating my body under his sharp thrusts. I locked my long legs around his hips and pushed my hungry pussy up into his stabbing cock.

"Oh yes, Steve! Ohhhhh yes, fuck me, do it hard! Harder! It's so good! Unghhh-unh, unh, unh! Angghhh! Oh, baby, it goes in so deep! Anngghhh! Ungghhh! Yes, harder, ungghhh!"

Quivering and twisting under him, I could hardly believe the wild pleasure I was feeling. Steve's feverish hands were all over my naked body while he fucked me. He slid his mouth down my body to my jiggling breasts again and sucked my nipples fiercely. I nearly cried out with pain as his mouth assaulted the excited buds. But his savage mouth on my breasts brought me quickly to the edge.

"Awwwoonnnggg!" I groaned as my lover fucked me more and more roughly. "Ungghh! Onnggh! Steve, I'm going to cum! Ungghhh!"

"Do it, Karen, do it!" he panted.

He slipped his hands down to my ass, cupping my bouncing ass cheeks in his hands and squeezing them as he buried the long fat shaft of his cock deep in my streaming pussy again and again. My body shuddering as it exploded with killing spasms of a hot, wrenching climax. I gasped and moaned hysterically as the sensations gripped my body. "Aiiiieeee!" I screamed, my body convulsing under the driving, hammering prick of my lover. "Yes! Ohhhnnn! Ahhnnggiiieeeee! Ohhhhhh yes, yes, baby, annnngghiiieeeeee!"

Seconds after I came I heard Steve grunt, then felt the streams of his cum pumping into me from his spouting fuck-tool. Our striving bodies were locked together in a blinding spasm of pleasure. When it subsided, we fell side by side on the mattress, panting and gasping uncontrollably.

His rigid cock was still inside of me, and as I wriggled her cunt up and down on it, the head of his cock rubbing my cervix... then a fresh, startling orgasm shook me again.

"Ahhhggggg-ohhhnnnnnn!" I screamed as it streamed through my quivering flesh. "Steve, you made me cum again!" 



Long Time Coming



Shannon and I have been friends for many years. She’s a cute little redhead with blue eyes and the cutest little ass. We have been flirting for years although we never managed to hook up. We have each wanted to but , somehow, nothing ever came of it. Now we are the best of friends and she is one of the few people on earth I completely trust. It would be pretty safe to say that I love her.

Shannon trusts me as much as I trust her, often confiding intimate details of her life to me. You know, relationship stuff, family troubles etc. We rarely spoke about sex, though, except in regards to her relationships. Never in detail about what goes on behind closed doors. One evening that changed.

We were sitting on her couch, sipping some wine, just chatting. I don’t recall how the subject came up but she began telling me about an incident with a recent boyfriend. Shannon had been seeing a guy and one evening as they were about to make love he asked her for anal sex. He had never had butt sex, he said, and really wanted to try it. Shannon had never successfully engaged in that type of sex and told him so, but he persisted and she agreed to try. To make a long story short he made a clumsy attempt to butt-fuck her, resulting in a sore ass, an argument and a broken relationship.

I listened to this story while trying to hide my erection. Picturing Shannon with her cute little ass in the air waiting to be sodomized brought back my sexual feelings for her in a flood. Still, I managed to control myself and made a joke about how I should call the poor guy to give him some lessons. Then the subject changed and we said nothing more about it.

A couple of weeks later she was visiting me at home. I have to admit that the idea of her taking it up the ass was still vivid in my mind and I had jacked off a few times imagining having her like that. As we talked that night the previous subject came up again. She asked me what I meant when I said that I could give her ex lessons. I let her know that I consider myself something of an expert in the area of anal sex. Then things got interesting.

“You got hard when I told you that story, didn’t you?” she asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, I did.” I agreed. “You know I’ve always been attracted to you. We’ve just never done anything about it.”

Shannon regarded me intently, saying nothing. I don’t think she was expecting me to respond like that. Then she leaned in and kissed me, softly at first and then with greater passion. We broke the kiss and she said : “Maybe it’s time now.”

I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. We kissed feverishly, touching each other, caressing each other. We both had been waiting too long for this, to be together. I kissed each tender patch of flesh as I exposed it. She moaned and pulled me tighter. I kissed her small, perfect breasts and teased her nipples to rock hard peaks. We writhed against one another, luxuriating in our nakedness, the feel of our bare flesh against each other. I took her face gently in my hands and looked deeply into her eyes. We kissed and then she sank to her knees before me and slowly, lovingly, took my rigid cock in her mouth.

I gasped and moaned. My knees nearly buckled. I was overwhelmed by physical and emotional sensations. I looked down at Shannon as she worked her oral magic on me. She looked up at me watching her. The sight of this woman who I had cared for for so long sucking my cock pushed me over the edge. I wrapped my fingers in her beautiful red hair and pulled her face tight to my crotch and came, filling her mouth to overflowing. She swallowed it all and smiled.

I knelt, still breathing hard. I picked her up and lay her on my bed. She looked at me, nervously, not know yet what I was feeling, unsure whether or not she had just made a big mistake. I touched her gently, caressing her face. I trace my way to her breasts, down her flat belly to her crotch. She spread her legs, offering her shaved pussy to me. I didn’t refuse. She trembled as I brought my face to her sex. Shannon’s hips twitched as my tongue grazed her lips. She moaned when I licked her slit from clit to anus. I spread her wide and licked her as deeply as I could. She bucked against my face when I began to suck her clit, pushing her closer to orgasm. I could feel her beginning to come and, remembering our earlier conversation, I slid a finger into her tight asshole. Shannon gasped, not expecting that. Then she arched her back in orgasm.Shannon opened her mouth in a silent scream as the intense sensations overtook her. Finally she relaxed quivering with tears in her eyes.

Laying next to her I brushed a tear from her cheek. “Are you OK?” I asked.

“I’ve been wanting this to happen for so long and didn’t even know it.” she said. Looking down at my erect penis she said: “I guess you have too, huh?” She stroked my tool with her soft hand. We looked into each other’s eyes. We smiled, then laughed. I moved over her and kissed her again as she positioned my cock at the opening to her sex. I pushed into her with a single smooth motion. Shannon moaned and pulled me into her. As I began to fuck her she ground her crotch against me. Lovemaking went out the window as years of denied desire swept over us. We fucked each other like animals, a look of pure lust on Shannon’s face. She rolled us over so that she was on top and began gyrating her hips, her cunt squeezing me like a fist. Her ass was a blur as she impaled herself upon me again and again. I was delirious with pleasure when she came yet again.

Shannon stopped and leaned over me. Nose to nose, eye to eye. “Do you remember what we spoke about before? You said that... anal sex... requires a lot of trust in your partner. I want it to be you. Please, I want you to be the first.”

She rolled off of me and positioned herself on her knees. Her perfect smooth ass was spread before me. Pussy juice glistened on her lips and her asshole twitched in anticipation. I grasped her cheeks and buried my face between them, tonguing her hole. Shannon didn’t expect that! She squirmed when my tongue slid up her butt. I rubbed her clit as I rimmed her. Her ass pushed back against me as she came again. While she was still recovering from her orgasm I placed my cock against her vulnerable back hole and slipped it in.

Shannon grunted when the head of my dick popped past her sphincter. She was expecting pain but, because my timing was good, there was none. When she became accustomed to my presence in her ass I pushed in deeper. 

“Oh, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, my god! You’re in my ass!”

I began to fuck her sweet ass. She lowered her head to the mattress so that I could penetrate her deeper. Shannon moaned in ecstacy as I fucked into her harder. Her ass was heaven to me and I gave her the best ass fucking I could. I could feel her fingering her clit as I pounded her tender butthole. Finally I grabbed her hips and buried myself deep in her as my sperm pumped into her bowels.

Shaking and exhausted we lay together. That was our first time. It wasn’t our last.



Long Time Coming



I had been struggling with feeling sexually frustrated for months. I was married for three years at the time. I had developed a fondness for handjobs. This developed for a variety of reasons. Probably the most important is that I reasoned that this was a safe way to have sexual release with someone other than my wife. 

I had made the decision to go out with a couple of co-workers for lunch, both female. One was single, the other was preparing to separate from her husband of 11 years. Both were enjoying an active and free sex life, the likes of which I had left behind (or may have never known). 

I always said they could trust me to give an unbiased opinion, and my candid thoughts, regarding their sexual escapades. In other words, a safe male perspective. They always enjoyed this and knew they were teasing me. I would make jokes about being aroused and do things like putting my cold drink near my crotch saying I needed to tend to my problem before I could stand up. They always laughed. 

One time in particular I drove one of them back to the office. She was beautiful. She was only about 5 feet tall. She had long brunette hair and was very petite. She was clearly the more voracious of the two. She openly, always said that she was just into "Having fun." 

I really wanted her. I was rock hard the entire drive back to the office. I complained to her that I didn't know how I was going to focus for the remainder of the day, being so aroused. She slyly said, "Well, don't you have any porn at home?" I replied, "Yes". She said, "Well, put it on tonight when you get home and ..." She trailed off and smiled again. Her meaning was clear. 

Despite the overwhelming urge to ask her to give me hand relief, I did not. I didn't necessarily regret it. I was too scared. Let's just say it was a long day after that. 

A couple of months passed and the lunches kind of stopped. We had several of them. It was just because we all got busy and couldn't work it out. However, I did see her late some evenings. 

We usually made small talk, and a couple of jokes about work, but none of the sexually arousing stuff that came up during lunch. Some of the small talk we had revealed that she was really hurting for money. She had a 10 year old son, was a single mom, and had recently moved to a more costly apartment. On a few occasions, I offered to buy her a coffee as a small gesture. 

I missed the lunches and had not been able to forget about the teasing she had put me through. Every time I saw her I thought about how I could finagle some kind of meaningless, lust-driven, liaison with her. One night, I got my nerve up. She walked by my office to clock out, and I called her in. She began, "Hi, what's up?" 

"Listen, I know you've got to get home so I'll be brief." 

"OK."

"I miss the lunches we used to have. I really enjoyed them." (smiling).

She smiled too and replied "Me too, we'll have to do it again soon," and started to walk off. 

"Wait!"

She stopped and turned back. "What? Are you O.K.?"

"Listen, I'm really nervous about this. If I asked you a question could you promise that it would not come between us, or effect us here, at the office?" 

"What are you talking about?"

"I want to ask you something, but do not want to offend you. You know I think you're great. You're professional, independent, strong, and ..."

"Get to the point." 

"Would you be interested in earning a little more money?"

"How?" Her face looked slightly concerned. 

I suddenly became very shy and shaky, but forced myself to continue. 

"I would like to know if you'd be interested in giving me a handjob, for money, it could be our secret."

She paused and I was terrified. 

"You know I'm in a relationship, and you're married!"

"I know. It would be something extra. You would make more in 10 to 15 minutes than you do in one hour of work here."

Again, she paused.

"You mean here?"

"Yeah, nobody else is here when it's late. We could go into your office. I think we'll be less likely to disturbed there." 

"I can't believe you're asking me this. You know I could have your ass for this ... your career!"

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm so frustrated and confused. You're the only person I felt safe coming to with this."

"Doesn't your wife do this stuff for you, I mean ..." "Things obviously are not as hot as they should be. 

I've told you about this before." 

"That was months ago."

She looked a little calmer now and kind of sighed. "Listen, I've got to go, we'll talk tomorrow." 

I was very afraid. I didn't know what was going to happen. Was she texting our boss right now? Was she calling our colleagues to say what pervert I was? 

That night, I couldn't sleep. 

We were so busy the next day that I didn't even see her until nearly 4PM. She just looked at me in passing and smiled. I still didn't know what had happened. Every time my boss came to me I was fearful it was to fire me. Fortunately, this didn't happen. 

As the evening came to a close, and the office was nearly empty, a knock came at my door. She stood there looking at me. 

"I can't say that this doesn't change how I think about you, but I've given it some thought." 

"First, I decide when this happens and how." 

"Agreed."

"Second, I want $40 up front." 

"Agreed."

"So come over to my office and bring some kind of lube."

My heart was racing so hard, I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. I grabbed some of my hand lotion (which I've used to masturbate many times) and walked down the hall.

I sat down and she spun around in her chair. 

"Money?"

I pulled out my wallet and issued her two $20 bills, fresh from the ATM. I took them out just in case. I never thought I would actually need them. I was banking on her saying "Yes", not just because she needed money, but because she was a bad girl. She loved things dirty and taboo. 

"Take 'em off. Let's see what you're packing." 

I obeyed. 

"I hope it gets bigger."

"Hey, be nice."

She smiled a little. "Finally" I thought. 

"How long have you thought about this?"

"For months."

"Mmm. Is this it? You just want me to jerk you off?"

"Yes." 

She was stroking me now, and I was rapidly becoming hard. Her eyes turned from my cock to my mine. 

"You do like this, don't you?"

"More than you know." 

I instinctively reached for her back and began to slide my hand toward her ass.

"I don't remember saying anything about touching."

"Please, it will help me get off quicker."

"Hmm. Alright. If it will speed things up." 

"Would it help if I talked dirty? Would you like your secret jerking princess to use naughty words?"

"Yes."

"Like 'cock'? Are you gonna cum a lot? How long has it been since he's gotten to spit?"

"It feels like forever."

"Yeah?" "It's so hard ... Hmmm." 

"I'm gonna use my other hand to stroke your balls. You like that?" 

"Oh my god yes."

My cock was fully aroused. She teased with the gentlest of strokes. I was nearing an orgasm. I was panting and shaking slightly, tensing my ass muscles. 

She sensed I was close and made full, slow strokes of my cock while finding my balls. She held them without pulling, just so they couldn't contract when I came. Somehow, this added to my pleasure. 

She said, "Oh, if your wifey could see you now. A little slut stroking your hard cock. Maybe she'll walk in right as you .,."

And with that, I came. Spurt after spurt jumped from my cock.

She knew to hold my cock as I came and said "Oh yeah baby, you're so fucking bad. That's it!"

I was spent. 

The cum mostly landed on my shirt, pants, and her hands. 

She let out a little laugh. "That's nice. Good boy." 

"Oh God. Thank you. That was great."

"Maybe next time I can strip a little, for the extra money."

"Whatever you want." 

"I gotta wash up and go home. You better clean up, too."

"Yeah." 

"see ya tomorrow."

"Yeah. See ya tomorrow." 

Fin. 



Long Time Coming



We are in the back seat of the car, leaving the airport and making our way back to your hotel. I am physically tired after the long trip, but even that can't slow my pounding heart, mind racing at the thought of feeling you after being apart for more than two months. For two people who crave each other so much in every way, the time apart has been difficult. I love our sexy messages, knowing that even from the other side of the world I can turn you on makes me hot. But all that anticipation has me ready to boil over like a pot on a long, slow simmer. 

I reach over and place my hand on your thigh and feel the desire rising off you like heat hovering above the asphalt on a sweltering day. Your cock is a monument to how long you have waited, and can no longer stand by idly. You try to avert your eyes from me, next to you now, inches away from the length of your body. You try not to notice the way my skin is glistening with sweat, or the glow of my tan.... You try not to fixate on the valley between my breasts, featured so perfectly by the v neck resting lazily there where you want your mouth... Or the peek-a-boo mesh of the light weight fabric, perfect for the heat and for teasing you to the brink with the hint of what lies beneath.... 

My hand squeezes your thigh and you murmur something about "not now" in an unconvincing manner, having given up resistance without really trying. I lean in and kiss your cheek suggestively, lingering for you to savor the scent of me, my hair tumbling across my face, silky against you... You reach up to run your hand through it and resist the urge to pull me forcefully to you, holding me by those long locks of chestnut tinged with natural highlights from the sun... Instead you stroke it gently and whisper in my ear in a punctuated manner, "I am going to take you back to my room, and pin you to the wall... And I am going to fuck you right there, standing at the door..."

We arrive at the hotel filled with urgency to feel and taste and touch each other... You motion a bellman to pick up the bags and place your arm around my waist, pulling me along side you with out wasting one second. Alone inside the elevator we are inseparable, burning as we touch and feel and taste each other, hands roaming, mouths connected as one, hearts pounding at the thought that someone could interrupt us at any moment.

As we make our way to the room, I can already feel the wetness between my legs, am dying to feel you there where I have not felt you in so long. I am beyond clear thought, dizzy with desire for you, to hold you, to feel you, to have you inside me in every possible way. Despite the number of times I have thought through this scene, told myself to practice restraint, we have an entire week to be one... I can not hold back.

We stumble inside the room, nearly drunk with lust for each other, and as promised you pin me forcefully to the wall. The weight of your entire body leaning against me is the most delicious sensation, torturing my nipples with the pressure of your chest against me. You rip the flimsy little shirt from my body, you must see those breasts, hold them in your hands, ravage them with your mouth... And there's a knock at the door, "Bellman here..."

You dispatch the bellman as quickly as possible, trying not to give any hint that behind the partially opened door I stand nearly naked, breathing heavily and eating you alive with my eyes.

You return to me, seconds feeling like hours. More impatient now than ever you are done with clothes -- you grab the side of my flowing skirt and tug it upwards, your hands grabbing greedily at my thighs... finding where I am waiting for you, wet already. Your fingers find their way inside my thong, stroking the silky, soft skin. You want to dive into my wetness, flowing in anticipation. Your mouth devours my breasts and nipples. I gasp in pleasure at the sensations of your hands and mouth on me, and you begin to kiss your way lower, tracing a path down the flat terrain of my belly, lower, making me pant as you approach my thighs, lower... until your mouth finds the place where your fingers have already opened me.

You sigh out loud as you taste my pussy, soft, smooth, wet... You lick me, lapping me up as if you have found water in the desert. You are feasting on my bare pussy, marked by a dark narrow patch of hair, eating me just as you have imagined, touching me like you've never been there... Finding every inch of me newly, exploring, tasting, touching until I can not wait a moment longer and I pull you back up to me. We kiss deeply, hungrily, tasting myself on your mouth I whisper in your ear, "I want you inside me now, I need to feel your cock inside me."

I deftly drop your shorts to the floor and free your cock, stroking it wantonly in my hand. I want you inside me in the worst way, but there, pinned between you and the wall, feeling your swollen cock in my hand... I must first taste you. I drop to my knees in front of you and swallow you deeply. My god I've missed tasting you, feeling your hardness in my mouth. I slurp you greedily, pumping one hand the length of your thick shaft while the other massages your balls. My mouth surrounds your head with such attention, my tongue teasing the delicate underside while my hands are stroking you to the brink of exploding... And at that moment I extract myself from you. I stand to face you, kissing you deeply for you to taste the sex on my mouth. 

You are driven, you must find release. You yank my skirt and thong down in one swift movement. The sight of me naked before you is enough to make you pause, if just for a moment, while you soak up the body you have fantasized over all these weeks. You raise my hands overhead, pressing your legs between mine, kicking one foot out to the side to spread my legs widely... You thrust your rock hard cock into me so deeply I gasp, and as promised you proceed to fuck me right there, at the hotel room door, with me pinned against the wall.

My head is spinning, your body slamming mine, the room punctuated by the sounds of our frenzied moans. I lift a leg, wrapping it around your waist to both angle you more deeply inside me and feel you rub my clit with every wall thumping stroke into me. The sensations are overwhelming; I am beyond thought, my body has taken over. My hands dig into your shoulders, clawing at you. You drop your head to my breast, biting at my nipple in a way I can not sustain for long. "Oh my god, you are going to make me cum like that! I want to get on top of you," I tell you. 

You lay down right there and I am on top of you, impaled by the length of your cock, soaking you with my wetness, riding you, feeling you fill me completely, stroking my clit, pumping my pussy, pinching my nipples... until I can't hold back and I throw my head back, arching my back forward as my entire body shakes in orgasm. Hearing my screams, feeling my pussy pulsating tightly around you has you ready to cum despite your every desire to draw out the pleasure even longer... And you watch me letting go, see your hands on my breasts, my brown nipples hard between your finger tips, my body yours... and you can't stop, the orgasm is coming from deep, deep, and you let go, shouting, moaning, grabbing my hips, pulling me down harder and harder on your cock as your cum shoots deep inside me, over and over, filling me, feeling me clench you tightly as we shake together, moaning, panting, tingling, sweat dripping, as I collapse onto your chest, still one with you, trying just to catch my breath, my entire body still in orgasm, quivering, gently shaking now in your arms. Complete, satiated, you are still inside me as we nod off gently.



Long Time Coming



Lydia Wiseman eyed the brooding male specimen from across the packed room. Her husband's poker buddy was stood exchanging casual banter with a few other men, none of whom she recognized..He looked good tonight, she thought, dressed smartly casual in dark sand trousers and a perfectly pressed black shirt, the first two buttons of which were undone, exposing the dark shadows which lined his collarbone. He occasionally turned his head away from the conversation to glance knowingly at Lydia. She then took a moment to contemplate the enormity of what was potentially about to happen.

Of course, they had spoken on many occasions, she had served up late night supper and cold beers to him and her husband Steve along with the rest of his poker buddies, during their weekly poker sessions held in the opulent home they had shared since there 5 year marriage began. For Lydia, those nights had increasingly become a highlight of the week as she found herself more and more intrigued by this particular friend of her husband. While she loved her husband very much, and had no intention of ruining a perfectly harmonious marriage, those evenings afforded Lydia the opportunity to have a little harmless fun, and playful, flirtatious banter with other men, something which was the source of much amusement to Steve and the guys but which had become innapropriately thrilling, and secretly, a huge turn on for Lydia.

Being an attractive woman, she was the subject of many compliments, some of which bordered on smutty, but all of which were paid in good humour. She liked to make an effort for the occasions, and would always dress to impress, often in slightly revealing skirts, which displayed her toned, supple legs. Or flattering tops, which clung to her full, shapely breasts.. Tonight was no exception. Knowing full well that Mitch, the object of her attention, would be attending this club tonight, and with her husband working away for the weekend, Lydia had decided to use every trick in the book to make herself irresistible to him. She had considered various different outfits earlier that evening, eventually settling on a classic short black dress, the line of which caressed her every curve, and exposed enough thigh to pique the interest of any hot-blooded man. But not wanting to appear trashy, Lydia ensured the outfit wasn't too much, and left at least something to the imagination, therefore only a hint of cleavage was visible. Her flowing brownish-blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders and her make up was as always, flawless, particularly her lipstick, the luminescent, bronze was applied accurately but liberally, and coated with a layer of thick, shimmering gloss.

Over the last couple of months, as her attraction to her husband's friend had grown stronger, Lydia had found herself crossing the line of playful, innocent banter, and into slightly more risque, suggestive territory with the object of her attentions. Whilst he had initially been slightly quiet, and reluctant to participate in the innuendo-heavy exchanges with her, Lydia had persisted, intent on getting his attention, and in recent weeks, she had noticed the change in him. She had caught him eyeing her shapely ass more for a start, almost as much as his poker hands. He had also become more outspoken, and brave in his responses to her. And in doing so, the pair had held a lot of eye contact; indeed they had shared several lingering, weighted glances. Each of which had had an immediate, pulsating effect on Lydia's pussy. This 'rapport' had developed, and continued, until eventually she came to realise that talking was no longer enough....

Lydia had disregarded the odd twinges of guilt she'd felt as a result of her mental infidelity, besides the situation wasn't without its rewards for her husband, as more often than not by the time the guys had finished their game, polished off their respective beers, and bid the married couple farewell Lydia was slick with arousal and would often pounce on Steve, who was more than happy to cooperate. But while it was her husbands cock she rode vigourously into the night..it was his friend, Mitch Brantford she dreamed of riding.

Stolen from her reverie by the accidental barge of a clumsy, innebriated reveller, Lydia was unnerved of the intensity of her desire. Suddenly aware of her surroundings once again.,she contemplated leaving the club..but quickly chastized herself. 6 months...6 MONTHS she had wanted him...It was time to do something about it.

"Ok..enough is enough,'' Lydia conceded aloud, but unheard in the packed venue, and mustered up the courage, with the help of the remnants of her double Jack Daniels and coke. Once she'd steeled herself she placed the empty tumbler onto the fake 'expensive' table beside her, headed toward the dancefloor....and her goal for the evening.

He saw her coming. His rugged, slightly moody expression relaxed into a soft grin as she approached him on the dance floor, maintaining eye contact asshe did so. 'Fuck she looks stunning tonight,' Mitch thought as the radiant blonde slowly, but surely, made her way through the revellers between them. As his friends headed for the bar he turned and greeted her with a smile at first, then a slight nod of his head as she came to a stop in front of him. Instead of engaging in any greetings or small talk, Lydia simply began to sway her hips, dancing to the rhythm of the pounding music. Mitch soon took the hint, and began to move his own body in a similar rhythm. Her head was lowered initially, as if for some reason interested in the sticky, wooden flooring, but more likely as a result of nerves, and sudden self-consciousness. Mitch recognized this, and as if to break the ice, softly placed his hands either side of her hips, causing her to look up and meet his warm, reassuring gaze. 

Immediately at ease, Lydia began to relax, and worked her lithe body expertly, gyrating her hips in figures of eight, differing in sizes and dimensions, but always in perfect time with the music. Mitch matched her movements, and in doing so, their actions resulted in Lydia's hips rubbing against Mitch's crotch on occasion. His strong hands on her waist and the proximity of his own slowly rocking pelvis were combining to make Lydia a little lightheaded, and somewhat buzzed. Being a good 4 inches taller than her, Mitch was able to easily look down past the loose material of her dress, and subsequently enjoyed a priviledged view of Lydia's previously hidden cleavage. After making a mental note to thank his parents for their genetic blessing, Steve found himself momentarily transfixed by the area where Lydia's cleavage parted, and then curved into two tantalizingly pert, but full, rounded breasts. He had only ever had the briefest of glimpses in the past, when they were subtly exposed to him by Lydia's highly commendable style of retrieving beer, from it's convenient storage place at the very bottom of her refrigerator. He somehow found the self control to resist the overwhelming urge to grab and fondle them there and then. Instead, he breathed in the scent of her usual perfume. A fresh, but slightly spicy fragrance, which had intoxicated him over recent weeks.

After a few minutes of dancing close this way, Mitch wanted to test to see how far this situation could go, so lowered his hands slowly, down to Lydia's circling ass. He gauged her reaction, a small knowing smirk played on her lips... a green light. Encouraged by her apparent playful mood, he softly kneaded his fingers into her, and allowed his palms to settle on the curve of her ass. Not unlike he would if guiding her down to ride his cock.

'Hmm, time for that later perhaps' He suspended the thought for now. But fully intended to return to it at some point in the not too distant future. A small groan of pleasure escaped Lydia, but was inaudible over the incessant bassline which surrounded them, and indeed seemed to course through her very centre. The track they were dancing to began to fade, and before long, was merging into another similarly high tempo dance track. Lydia took this as her own cue to move things along a little..herself beginning to grow impatient, and eager for the evening to reach it's inevitable conclusion.

She took hold of Mitch's hands, ignoring the question in his eyes, quickly spun herself around so that her back was towards him, then proceeded to guide his hands down to rest on her abdomen. 'Fuck' Mitch steadied himself..this game was getting dangerous. He bit his own lips as Lydia pushed her ass slowly but firmly up against his now rock hard cock. He had been unsure if she could feel it before, but now it was a certainty. He guided her back, applying consistent pressure to the base of her stomach, pulling her hips back to meet his own in time with the music.They were, to any onlookers simply dancing close and dirty. But the two of them were in no doubt, that they were simulating fucking each other. An prelude to the ultimate 'dance'.

Mitch considered for a moment his buddy Steve, and immediately wished he hadn't. He considered himself to be a decent guy, and a good friend. But then the thoughts he was currently having and indeed had been over the last couple of months would contradict that assessment of himself. He wanted to consider stopping this 'whatever it was' before it escalated into something even worse, or better. But he couldn't bring himself to. In fact, right now, all he was able to comprehend in any detail was the rhythmic rubbing of Lydia's ass into his crotch. He quickly resigned himself to the fact that he was a bad friend, but that he was willing to live with that. He might not be able to look Steve in the eye at their next poker session, but hell, the very nature of the game of poker involves the presentation of unusual facial behavior and expressions, as each player bluffs and counter bluffs in their attempt to outwit their opponents. Regardless, as far as Mitch was concerned, there was nothing more important right then, at that very moment, than fucking Lydia, as hard, and as soon,as possible.

Becoming increasingly impatient, and frustrated by what had become blatantly deliberate friction, and now in no doubt that Lydia wanted the same thing he did, Mitch decided to move things along some more.

"You feel that?" He whispered into Lydia's neck..whilst pressing his hardness a little firmer into the curve of her perfect ass.

Lydia nodded, "Uh huh", never missing a beat of the music, and aware that she was gyrating at a slightly more frantic pace than the music probably required.

Mitch persisted; ''You wanna get some air''? 

Lydia didn't respond, but instead spun round, took hold of his hand and met his gaze, before once again turning, this time leading him out towards the humid night air, and the seclusion of the club's abundant gardens.

No sooner had the pair left the buzzing crowd, hurriedly made their way along the winding path, walking with a mutually recognized, but unspoken purpose. They came to a garage-like outbuilding. Mitch again grabbed Lydia's waist, this time pushing her back suddenly and with an unanticipated roughness, slamming her against the uneven wall. Lydia exhaled with the force of the impact, but she wasn't scared by his brusque treatment of her, much the opposite. In response, she teased him with a slightly self-satisfied smirk as she drank in the view before her. A devastatingly attractive man, wound tightly with sexual hunger and arousal. Indeed, desire was etched into each line of his masculine face. Lydia took a moment to contemplate what was about to happen and the effect the anticipation was having on her body. She may have been pinned up against the cool brick exterior of a building, but her own internal temperature was anything but cool..She didn't want conversation, she didn't want to 'talk', full stop. So as he opened his mouth to speak, she cut Mitch off by leaning up and capturing that mouth with her own.

At first tentative and questioning, quickly their kiss deepened and became feverishly passionate. Their tongues duelling and lips doing a rhythmic dance all of their own. As they sucked licked, and gently bit each others lips soft moans escaped them, as they each played their part in transforming weeks of foreplay and suggestion into a delicious reality. Mitch's hands snaked a trail down from Lydia's face, coming to rest on the inviting terrain of her ample breasts. They felt as good if not better than he'd imagined they would, heavy and hot. Mitch pulled down the top of the dress which, whilst appealing enough earlier in the evening, now restricted his access. As her breasts in their full, naked glory came into to view, Mitch groaned his appreciation, before immediately taking a taut, proud nipple into his watering mouth. Lydia panted at the sensation of suction, and groaned her own approval as Mitch masterfully alternated between firmly sucking and gently biting each erect, mocha-brown nipple, softly grinding his teeth around one as his deft, keen fingers rolled over it's opposite. After devouring her breasts to his satisfaction, Mitch returned his attentions to Lydia's mouth and a further minute or so of urgent kissing and oral exploration ensued. It soon became apparent to Mitch that Lydia was rubbing herself against his thigh in a somewhat less subtle manner than she had done on the dancefloor. His dick twitched in response. Lydia broke the kiss first, and stared at Mitch with an intensity that, if possible, made him even harder. Slowly, but surely, She ran a slender hand down his muscular chest, over his firm stomach..and traced the outline of his throbbing cock, which strained in angry defiance against his trousers.

Lydia was impressed. It was difficult to be sure, but he certainly didn't seem to be lacking in that particular department. She felt herself moisten even more as she gently squeezed and rubbed him through his clothing. Mitch leaned in to her ministrations, and groaned aloud. It was all the encouragement Lydia needed. She once again gazed into his eyes...

''Fuck me.''

No sooner had she breathed the immortal words than Mitch was fumbling frantically at the buttons of his pants. He didn't need asking twice. As he freed himself from the confines of the trousers, Lydia once again assaulted his mouth with her own, her tongue delving desperately into his alcohol-tinged mouth, savouring his sweet, musky flavour. She was vaguely aware of Mitch lifting her skirt, and roughly yanking the crotch of her panties to one side. The hot tip of his eager cock, poised at her swollen labia, rubbing keenly against her heated, moist folds, demanding entrance.

She could hear music in the distance, a faint thudding, over an indistinct hum. Momentarily Lydia recalled that they were in the gardens of a nightclub with lots of people in attendance. But any concerns of being spotted by other party-goers in the vicinity were removed from Lydia's head, when suddenly, with a grunt, Mitch rammed all 9 inches of his painfully hard cock all the way in to her.

''Ohhh God yes...'' Lydia exhaled and threw her head back, marvelling at how good it felt to finally have Mitch right where she wanted him. Mitch allowed her pussy to adjust to it's invasion for a few moments. Slowly gliding his cock into the wet, velvety haven, inch by exquisite inch and then withdrawing, at the same restrained pace. Maintaining eye contact with Lydia, seeing his own awe reflected in her eyes as he gave her exactly what she had requested. Lydia relished the sensations his invasion elicited, taking immense, forbidden pleasure from enjoying the unfamiliar contours of another man's cock. Struggling to maintain his composure, Lydia's contractions around his straining cock, were his undoing, and consequently, with a determined cry he began his assault on her pussy. Like a man possessed, he thrust frantically and with wild abandon into the beautiful creature in front of him, unusually for him moaning aloud as he did so, such was the sweet pleasure of impaling her tight, slick pussy on his own throbbing cock. Their frenzied coupling was already resulting in unmistakable wet slapping sounds, which emanated from the juncture of their union.

Lydia mumbled incoherently, spurring him on, never wanting this barrage to end. Her hands and nails on his ass, now slick with sweat as he pounded into her relentlessly. She was urging him on and pulling him in for more.

Mitch looked her in the eye;

''Is this ..what ...you want ..huh?''

He thrust viciously as he spoke, as if to accentuate each word.

''Mmmhmm.''

Lydia was incapable of stringing a sentence together... hell, she was barely able to stand.

''That...feel good baby...huh?'' Mitch was turning himself on with his dirty talk, as much as he was Lydia.

''God...ughh...Yeah,'' came Lydia's broken response.

''Fuck yeah...UGHH... I knew your pussy was wet for me... knew you needed my cock.'' Mitch spoke around groans of effort and pleasure, which he had neither the presence of mind nor the ability to contain.

'' C'mon baby..take my cock...Ughh.. Ahh yeah, thats it..Take it baby..All the fucking way.''

''Please...'' came the muffled, desperate response from Lydia. ''Keep fucking me'' she spoke quietly, breathlessly, between her own moans of pleasure.''Don't stop...'' Her legs were beginning to buckle under the onslaught. Mitch sped up his movements in direct response, compensating for Lydia's waining strength by lifting her roughly by the hips, taking the majority of her weight.

''I won't baby... I'm gonna fuck you hard...UGH...Fuck you good...''

Lydia was whimpering now, unable to function beyond that.

''C'mon baby fuck... I'm... gonna..cum... inside you.You want that baby?... UGHH UGHHH...Your pussy's mine tonight. Ughh... SHIT... I'm gonna fill your cunt!''

With that clever, and perfect usage of the most unspoken of swear words Lydia found herself on the precipice of what was to be possibly the best orgasm of her life.

'Oh god... yeah... Mitch... Gonna... cum... '' she uttered the words between hitched breaths as her lover used the last of his energy to drive himself powerfully into the very depths of her aching pussy using long, languid strokes to go as deep as their combined physiology would allow. With two more particularly sharp, savage thrusts of his cock, she was cumming and so was Mitch. They both cried out as the wave of pleasure-pain overwhelmed, but then Mitch continuing to thrust blindly, without rhythm now, rutting wildly and pausing at the end of each stroke only to deliver jet after jet of his boiling hot cum, which sprayed directly onto the walls of her cervix.

Lydia knew she should be concerned by the fact that she could conceive as a result of this dramatic climax, but through some primeval instinct, perhaps to breed, she wanted Mitch's cum inside her, in fact in her carnal euphoria, she needed it. Each time he jerked, stabbing his full length in to her, her painted nails clawed at his ass, pinning him in. Murmuring incoherent words of encouragement into his ear, as he ground himself further in to her slick, hot opening, grunting as he deposited the last of what felt to Lydia like liquid fire from his erupting cock.

Eventually coming to a halt, their cries subsided, and were replaced by the sound of heavy, laboured breathing. Again their eyes met, dilated pupils visible in the dimly lit garden, each holding an expression of both exhaustion and utter fulfillment. Again they kissed, for a minute, perhaps two, softer this time, in direct juxtaposition to the manner employed just minutes before. They quietly extracted themselves from each other. Adjusting their respective clothing and calmly making their way to the car park, each wondering silently if their next orgasm could ever compare...what the repercussions of the night would be... but both equally aware that it had been more than a long time coming.




Long Time Coming



It was our second actual date, or what felt like a date: that uncomfortable, self-conscious state where two people feel they have to behave not exactly like themselves and in a wholly unrealistic way. But it was the twentieth or thirtieth time we had been alone together since Dave, her husband and my best friend had died. And over the course of years, it was probably the five-hundredth time we had gotten together for dinner, drinks, a joint, and a night of the kind of intimate talk and giddy laughter that good friends share.

Dave had died in the late spring, just before his forty-first birthday. Pancreatic cancer was mercifully quick, merciful for him that is, but that's what really counts. The rest of us were dazed and in shock at the sudden and unexpected haste with which he had departed and from a relatively rare disease, especially in one so young. 

Dave and Jill didn't have any kids as she couldn't get pregnant; they always joked that I was the child they never could have (evidence that such a union would come to naught anyway). This joke started after they married, after grad school, and I—seemingly committed to eternal singlehood—still got together with them and a group of friends we shared. All of us had met at the same college and loving where we lived, decided to settle down to jobs in the same town.

But then David passed, and the lodestar in our circle of friends was extinguished. We all were devastated, and we pulled together in our grief, but over the months the potlucks to help Jill weather the long, lonely nights in their house trailed off as everyone got on with their lives, and regular visits dwindled to regular phone calls. I was Dave's best man at their wedding and had been an institution at their house: a regular for the Friday night "feed Carson a decent meal that isn't junk food" get-together, and an instigator of Sunday touch-football games, hikes, camping trips and the like.

They never made me feel as if I was imposing, and I eventually stopped asking them if I was. Did Jill and I flirt through some of those visits, in our late twenties, skinny-dipping in mountain streams, or around the fire before I fell asleep to the muffled sounds of their lovemaking in the faux privacy of their tent? 

Sure we did. Dave even joked about it at times. But it was respectful flirting that we all knew would never in a million years jeopardize our friendship. She was five years our junior, funny and drop-dead sexy, smarter than most, and after a few drinks used language that was scandalously trashy. People who didn't know her were amazed at the twisted and slutty images that poured from that little mouth in the most perfectly enunciated English.

And she dressed to highlight what she had: creamy, milk-white skin that tanned brown like a muffin, long sinuous legs, large, pear-sized, slightly teardrop breasts that were near to perfection, and a delightfully muscled, shapely little butt. She was one of the few women I have heard regularly wishing for a fatter ass. Dave would roll his eyes, shake his head with a twisted smile and tell her that she should forever thank him for marrying such an ugly duckling. She would turn away to hide the smile she grew when she was feigning embarrassment over the compliments, but she knew she turned heads, having had to slap a few of the more overzealous across the years.

So it had come down to this. The last Friday in October we had gone out, and we had drunk a few too many beers with the crowd. After the two of us returned to her house, laughing and sitting together on the couch, our knees crossed under us and touched as had happened over the years; an unwelcome moment of uncomfortable silence entered the room as we looked at each other, her hand comfortable and soft on my inner thigh just above the knee as she emphasized a point. Then we looked away from each other and as subtly as little kids holding their ears and making noises to block out an unwanted lecture, we foolishly moved our knees an inch or two apart, a distance that might as well have parted them a thousand miles.

On any other night I would have crashed unselfconsciously in the guest bed, usually rising early and quietly slipping away to my house, or hung around and made coffee. But it was as if we both simultaneously realized the same thing: Dave was gone, and in his place the long banked and controlled fire we shared suddenly had flared up. 

I finished my beer, mumbled a 'goodnight' and glumly walked home—that's how closely we lived to each other. And once home it both comforted and confused me to know that my own stirrings were not unrequited. I fell asleep to the image of her nipples, bra-less and poking through her thin sweater, an image that reassured me that maybe we were in the same place in some small way.

The next week though, I called, as usual, and at about the same time, but couldn't manage to catch her at home. Early Friday evening came and went, and what I had done on most Friday nights for years, whether I was dating someone or not, apparently was not in the cards that night. I began to wonder if normalcy would ever return, or if I had finally and at the most illogical time worn out my welcome.

Ten-thirty came and went, and I was about to move to the study to read before bedtime. As I sat munching pretzels and washing them down with the last of a beer the phone rang. It was Jill. I could hear her crying over a frayed cell phone connection so poor that I could hardly make out her words, but I was pulling on my boots nonetheless as we spoke so upset was her voice.

"Where are you" I asked as I was donning my coat, assuming that I was going to have to drive and pick her up, somewhere, for some reason.

"In my car" I managed to make out, "sitting in front of my house."

"You're in front of your house" I repeated, my coat on by just a sleeve, because now I did not quite understand.

"Yes" she sobbed through the fading connection.

"Why don't you go inside, Jill" I said, still not understanding what was wrong.

"I can't. I can't ever. I don't know where to go; I didn't know who to call. I should go. I just don't know where" she started to say before I cut her off.

"Stay right where you are; I'm on my way."

I hung up and ran out the door, down the two blocks and up the third to her house. There she was, in her car, the cell phone still hanging limp in her hand that rested on the steering wheel. I walked up to the window and crouched down to tap on it.

She lowered it, and it was obvious that she not only had been crying, but her clothes were on the one hand a mess, and on the other hand she obviously was dressed to kill, like she had intended to go clubbing but had been caught in a tornado on the way. Her makeup was smeared and her eye shadow had followed the path of tears that had run down her cheeks.

"What happened" I asked, standing up and walking to the passenger door, opening it and getting in. She smelled of cigarette smoke and perfume and, if I wasn't mistaken, a man's aftershave.

Her eyes focused everywhere but on my face as she haltingly described a date that had turned into a wrestling match with an overzealous paramour. Near as I could figure, eventually she had flipped out and, apparently, the guy refusing to take no for an answer, she additionally had dragged her nails across some part of his body, kicked him in the groin (no mean feat in the guy's car with a console between them) and bolted from his car to hers. She was terrified that he still was following her, but quite obviously he wasn't. The street was quiet.

"I drove by your place and. . . I couldn't bring myself to. . . I feel like I" and again she broke into tears. 

I let her cry for a while longer before I interjected, softly and perhaps a bit too strongly, "were you afraid to go into your house because of him, Jill, because if the bastard is after you he's a dead man, girlfriend." I slipped unconsciously into our old patter, and I heard her laugh through her tears.

"My knight in shining armor. Carson, I. . ." she began a sentence and choked it off before she had finished. 

Finally after a few minutes of silence as we listened to each other breathing, I said, "look, I'm freezing my ass off. Can I drive to my place? You can get yourself together, get a cup of tea or a beer or whatever and settle down. Stay there, come back here; I'll take you wherever you want."

She thought about it for a minute, sniffed and silently nodded. I got out and circled to the driver's side door, opened it and said "slide over, let me drive."

She took a deep breath, unbuckled her seatbelt and negotiated her way over the stick to the passenger's seat, no mean feat dressed as she was. 

I adjusted the seat and drove silently the few blocks to my place. I noticed more specifically how she was dressed as we walked to the door, her coat hanging open against the cold. She was wearing stiletto heels, patterned nylons with a line down the back of each leg, and a short, little black dress with a plunging neckline that dipped low and accented the bare tops of her breasts which were pushed up and held tightly together by her bra. Her hair was falling down, but it had been done up more formally than I had seen it since her wedding.

Inside I took her coat, shaking my head at her attire, and she asked to use the "restroom." "Jill, it's me. 'Can you use the restroom?' This isn't a restaurant. We have some shit to straighten out, that's for sure, if you're starting to ask me if you can use the 'restroom'."

Tears started to well again in her eyes but she blinked them back. She sniffed and said "sorry." As she was about to go down the hallway she asked if I "had anything she could wear to get out of these fuck-me clothes." That sounded like the old Jill, but why she was wearing 'fuck-me' clothes remained to be seen.

"Sure" I said, giving her one of my flannel shirts and a pair of her gray sweats she had forgotten there years before. She laughed when she saw them. When she was gone I stoked the fireplace so that it would be roaring and warm shortly.

It took her forever to return, but by then I had tea brewed and a bottle of cognac aside two glasses on the low coffee table in front of the fire. When she returned her feet were bare, and I could see her toes matched the red nail polish on her fingers. My shirt hung half-buttoned and un-tucked over the waist of the sweats. She had let down, and her face was washed clean of makeup. 

"Pick what you want to drink" I said; "I have to get out of these 'pity me, I like to look homeless' clothes" I continued, and she laughed, again like the old Jill, as I went to use the bathroom myself.

In the bathroom her night-out clothes were balled and thrown haphazardly into a corner next to the shower—something very un-Jill like. A pair of gossamer-thin, lace panties and a matching bra was also not Jill-like, but they were part of the pile. It was a bra that only really covered the bottoms of a woman's boobs, so the tops could be pushed together and showed off. Hers showed really well too I had to admit. 

Picking up the clothes to keep them from getting dirty I could smell her body and her perfume, so perfectly familiar even from a distance. I buried my face in them and inhaled a confusing head-full of Jill that conjured images of things that we had never done, like me relaxing, my head pillowed between her soft breasts or even more intimately between her velvety thighs. I shook my head to clear it and after getting myself together returned to the living room. 

I was relieved to see her on the floor, curled into some oversized fluffy pillows she had pulled from the couch, a cognac in hand and one poured for me on the coffee table. I sat down opposite her, cross-legged and upright, trying to appear both friendly and platonically strong to purge the thoughts I was still fighting from just seconds before. In the warmth of the fire, the room had taken on her scent as if even the room conspired to defeat me.

"So" I said, looking at her.

"So" she repeated and sniffed into a tissue, almost resigned to what was coming next as she sipped her cognac and dabbed at her nose.

"Are you going to tell me about tonight or what?'

"I did tell you" she said evasively; "I fucked up; there's nothing to tell."

"Oh, so close to Mr. Right, but he turned out to be, what? Not a rapist exactly. I guess not; I hope not. How about a cad? Or is that too British? It's none of my business Jill, but I thought you had more people-sense." I knew I was going to piss her off beginning like this, but I thought she needed a push if she was going to explain what was going on.

"That's not fair; this hasn't been easy" she shot back, setting her glass down and glaring at the fire, then shaking her head and picking her glass back up for a drink. I couldn't tell if she was angry or hurt, but she unadvisedly gulped her cognac and choked on it.

"I'm sorry" I said, now pulling back to give her an easier opening to explain. "So you've found somebody you're really into, or you thought so."

She picked up the rest of her cognac and swirled it as she stared into it, shaking her head in the affirmative and finally looking up at me dryly, blinking back a tear "yes, I guess I have."

"And what attracted you to Mr. Cad?"

"Nothing" she said, staring at me, "not a damned thing."

"Interesting set of standards you have there: nothing" I repeated, and let the word hang in the air a while.

"Carson" she said, staring at me and again shaking her head, "are you really that fucking dense?" 

"Uh" I thought, well this isn't working, "dense, well, maybe. Look, Jill, we've known each other for a long time. Could you just give me the benefit of the doubt and cut to the chase here?"

"Sure. I've got problems, head problems I guess. My husband died, and for some odd reason I can't seem to get over it five months later. And the one good thing" she paused to think, "anyway, I can't find a way around to the one good thing. I mean, everything is so fucking complicated."

She sat in silence for a while before she said, angrily, "buy a weekly fucking cucumber and read romance novels. Then I can enjoy myself and make a salad later. Different sizes, some sort of variety. I just want to. . . don't people deserve. . ." and then the tears started again though she was trying desperately to control herself.

"Here," I pushed the box of tissues toward her and waited a long time until she settled again. Two tissues later she floored me: "don't you ever just want to do someone Carson? I mean, make love. With someone?"

"Someone, with someone, yes. Uh, I suppose, well yes, obviously, you know me; I mean, you've known me for years" I sputtered.

"No, I haven't" she said in a soft, sort of quavering voice. And then it hit me. I paused for a minute or two to get rid of the lump now in my throat. Without saying a word, I set my drink on the table, knee-walked over to her, pulled her away from the pillows enough to find a space for me, put my arm around her, laid an extended leg between her two, and kissed her hair on the back of her head. I let my lips stay there, enjoying the pressure of contact and the smell of her hair as she virtually collapsed.

I don't think I've ever been with anyone who cried quite as much as Jill did that night; she literally sobbed as I eventually shifted to hold her body tightly against me, her tears wetting the sleeve of my shirt. If we hadn't the years of friendship behind us I don't know how I would have reacted to such upset. 

But when she had finished, for a long time neither of us said a thing until she repeated in a soft voice: "you really can be dense."

"So, what's Mr. Cad have to do with this?"

Without a moment's hesitation she launched into a speech, almost like she had been memorizing parts of it for weeks and now, when it was time to give it, screwed it all up: "Dave died. People die. You'll die. I'll die. I can't take it anymore. And if last week, we had, I mean Dave's picture was everywhere. I don't know if I could have. Maybe a counselor. But tattoo boy and Ellen, and Mr. Cad, his name's Leo by the way, I should have fucking known. I don't know the guy who has the tattoos. You know Ellen, well probably not actually. And women aren't my thing anyway. But who in the fuck is named Leo? I thought if I just got over the urges, just got my ass pounded silly every now and then into the leather seats of someone's Mercedes, then we wouldn't have had to do anything. Because you're happy single. And I don't want to fuck things up. And you get some now and then. But I. . ."

And here she paused and swallowed, and it seemed like she was going to cry again. I had no earthly idea of what all she had just said, perhaps she was just venting I thought; maybe not. But before she could start hysterically babbling again I said "Jill, don't; no more; just spit it out, one sentence."

"Should I have to? I thought I did. I shouldn't. Dave wouldn't care. He even joked at the end that he knew we had a thing for each other, and that we had never had done anything about it, made him respect us both even more. I almost wanted to kill myself after he said it; it was like I felt too filthy to live. But I didn't. But if A and B made me feel weird, I thought C might not, because I kept going back and forth between a nun and a slut. But maybe I'm both."

"Well first of all" I said in my best sotto voice, finally realizing that we were in the same place, but had arrived there from very different directions, "I would never even consider you if you had done someone named Leo in a Mercedes. . . although I hear that hot buttered leather feels great on your cheeks."

"Jerk" she said and punched me hard in the leg.

"And secondly, what makes you think that you're the only one who would feel weird about it? Hmmm?"

She was thinking about that when I made a decision. You either act in this life, or life acts for you. "Come" I said, as I stood, pulled her to her feet in one sweeping motion, grabbed the bottle of cognac, my glass, her hand, and pulled her through the hallway toward my bedroom.

"Wait" she said, pulling in the other direction.

"What now" I said, fearing she might be unwilling, "if you're just over-thinking this. . ." but she stopped me before I could get the sentence out.

"Over-thinking my ass" she said, "I have to pee."

"Oh, sure" I said feeling sheepish as I let go of her and turned to go into my bedroom.

I didn't quite know what to do at first, certain that more talking was a very bad idea, so eventually I stood by the door and waited for her, which conveniently took forever it seemed. She took so long that I thought she had changed her mind. 

When she finally made it to the room I had lit about ten candles collected from several rooms, turned down the bed and made the room a little less messy. She had somehow, and to this day I don't know how she did it, but she had pulled herself together so much that the lost look she had worn previously had receded. She looked positively beautiful in the flickering, orange-yellow glow of the candles, and dressed in a thin flannel shirt and sweats she was at that moment the sexiest woman on Earth.

She looked shyly at me, simultaneously mature and virginal, and then said, tongue-in-cheek, "you better not have been listening at the bathroom door."

"I was; I've always loved listening to you pee" I said in the sexiest French accent I could muster.

"Carson, you almost make it sound fun. Like you didn't listen on those camping trips anyway."

"You were supposed to go farther away from the tent, girlfriend. It only serves you right."

"Maybe I liked knowing that you could hear" she shot back with a sexy growl, now resembling more the old Jill. She looked around the room wide-eyed, as if she was seeing it for the first time.




Long Time Coming



An apprehensive look fluttered across her face, as if she didn't know where to begin. But I had decided to forge ahead into the unknown and, if she wasn't comfortable to follow, we could make it up as we went.

"Sit," I said which she did, on the bed, facing me at the side. When she was seated and looked me up and down, smiling faintly, I did the most unlikely thing I could think of. I stripped for her, and rather consciously too, slowly, as if I knew I was the sexiest thing in the world, even if I'm not.

Looking her in the eye, I unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time, slowly, and dropped it behind me onto the floor. Her eyes swept down my chest as I unbelted and unbuttoned my jeans. 

I pulled both off of my ass in one motion and sat as I pushed them and my underwear to my ankles, stepping out of them and removing my socks. Then I stood again, momentarily extended in front of her, my eyes slowly raising to meet hers as my dick hung mostly erect in front of me, and then crawled into bed on my hands and knees, eventually turning so that my head was propped on pillows at the head board and my legs extended and spread to the right and left of her as she shifted and centered herself and faced me again.

She didn't say anything; she just looked at me with her mouth open for a moment and then grinned, shook her head and raised her eyebrows. I took my dick in hand and considered it briefly before I began to stroke it meditatively. She looked somewhat embarrassed at first as her eyes tried to stay focused on my face, but they kept sliding down to my hand as I stroked, my eyes roaming her clothed body as I did so. I wanted her to know that I was jacking-off for her, because of her, looking at her. 

Eventually, watching me, she swallowed and said softly, her breathing becoming more rapid, "So Theresa wasn't just making that up."

"Theresa? From the bank Theresa? That was years ago," I paused, wondering what Theresa had said about me, "and she said what?"

She looked me in the eye as she shinnied forward between my legs, getting closer to me. I knew at that moment that we were going to be ok, as she was every bit as excited as I was. 

"Theresa said—and I'm quoting now—Theresa said that to look at you in the shower, you had a nice cut of meat and sexy little balls, but when you were excited," and here she laughed at the memory, never taking her eyes off of my cock and again raising her eyebrows "when you were excited, she said, that thing is dangerous."

By now I was fully engorged, and I guessed that Theresa thought eight inches was a dangerous length. It had always served me well I had to admit, and I never felt underdeveloped when I was making love or when women first saw me hard and excited. 

"Does it look dangerous, girlfriend?" I said.

"A little" she said in a small voice as she scooted forward some more, her hands now in reach of me, "but sometimes you want something dangerous. . . sometimes."

She closed her eyes and ran her nails up and down my inner thighs as I growled softly to encourage her.

When she had reopened her eyes I grabbed my dick firmly and flexed the muscle to make my head swell like a large, pink mushroom, a dab of clear moisture glistening on the very top. 

Letting out another growl I pulled my knees up a bit and folded them away from me and apart so that my dick and balls were on display; my abs were pulled tight and my legs were spread. Jill pulled a little closer and looked me in the eyes, swallowed and looked around for a drink. I gave her mine, which she drained just before she reached for me and placed her hands on either side of my cock, cupping my hand and dick in between hers.

She pulled away my hand and took over, groaning appreciatively as her breathing became rapid. She focused and rubbed her thumb in the slick drop of clear ooze and then started to explore my cock, her fingers fluttering over my length with one hand, while the other played with my balls. 

Both of her hands soon focused on my pleasure as one stroked me softly or alternately held me firmly, while the other toyed with the upper shaft, her thumb repeatedly crossing over the sensitive nerve on the underside of the head and making my body jerk in reaction. At one point she wrapped a hand around the base, another atop it surrounded the middle, and she paused to survey the uncovered inches, tickling the bare portion with an upturned thumb as she blew an appreciative breath from her lips. 

I sensed that I was close to blowing my load as the volume of fluid oozing from me increased and became more watery. "That's it baby, all over me" she said in a low voice as her ministrations became more designed to make me cum, and as her hips squirmed with mine she allowed a hand to leave me for a moment to explore her breasts, first one and then the other.

As I fought the urge to cum I began to groan and was succeeding in holding back the dam before she bent slightly over my suffering cock and, after swirling her tongue around my engorged purple head, lapped at the clear fluid and whispered "that's a boy, cum all over me baby, come on my face sweetie. Come on baby, mmm, come on."

A sharp exhalation preceded a watery jet that was so liquid that I felt as if I had pissed in one blindingly pleasurable explosion. It made a splattering sound as it hit her in her slightly parted lips and on the cheek and chin as she continued to stroke me.

The second gush to come out was a rope of thick, white batter that also hit her in the mouth, which hovered about two inches away from me. 

Tenderly pumping from me as much cum as would come out, she kept me aimed at her face until the jets of cum subsided to a few dribbles that bubbled out and ran down the head and then over her clenched fingers. Her hands now were gliding up and down the wet length of me as the smell of my passion filled the room.

When I opened my eyes she had an appreciate grin on her wet face. Her lips and one cheek were slathered with cum, one strand dangling lewdly from her chin. She took a finger and scooped the dangling wad of it into her mouth and coyly licked and sucked her two fingers clean. As she did so her eyes lit up hungrily as if she were only half aware of my presence and was enjoying the sweetest honey she had ever tasted.

"You boys all taste the same" she said in a sultry voice, as if she was reading my mind.

"How do we taste" I asked in an exhausted voice, now for the first time truly learning about Jill's sexual side.

"Yummy" she said without missing a beat, her eyes finally focusing on me, her lips red and slightly parted as if in anticipation of a kiss.

I tilted my head and leaned into her, which was all of the encouragement she needed to do the same, as we came together in a firm, wet, soft kiss, and another, and still another that brought her ass off of the bed as came up onto her knees, wrapped her arms around my neck and ground her face into mine as if she could pull me into her body with just a kiss.

"I guess you don't mind the taste of cum" she said as I nipped at her lips with my teeth, emphasizing the word 'you' as she said it.

"Not my own" I laughed as I continued to kiss her slightly more softly than she was hinting that she would like, ignoring what else I deduced from her words. I didn't want to hear about other guys or women.

"Some guys. . ." she began to say, pulling away slightly.

"I'm not some guys" I said, ending her sentence. I didn't give her a chance to say more as I reached inside of the shirt she was barely managing to keep on. I pounced on a nipple, engorged and hard and longer to the touch than I had imagined. I pinched and pulled and then rolled it between my index finger and thumb.

Though I feared what I did might hurt a split second after I had done it, in actuality it brought her off of the bed, hissing "yessssssss," her groin arching forward as if to connect with any part of me to quench her desire.

"Unbutton" I said as I removed my hand and leaned back on the pillows, propping my hands behind my head to watch her undress for me. She did so, and quickly, panting and fumbling with the buttons. She pulled the shirt open to reveal her gorgeous breasts, breasts I had seen bare years before, skinny-dipping in a mountain lake, large slightly dangling pears with small, salmon-pink areola, and darker reddish nipples so hard they pushed through most bras. 

I once had a fantasy about sliding my cock between those breasts and dismissed it, imagining her too small, but now I realized that it not only would be possible, but that she probably would enjoy it as well, age having made her tits fuller and slightly heavier.

"Hold your hands over your head" I said, and she did so, giving me her full attention and trust. She laced her fingers together over her head like a harem stripper, or like she was bound, and her groin pulsed and writhed from side to side as my fingers fluttered up and down her sides, from her bare armpits to her waist and up again as her breaths came in little sighs. I was surprised how quickly she acquiesced and how comfortable she seemed to be in the slightly submissive pose.

With one hand I palmed her pussy through the cotton sweats and she eagerly pushed against me in answer. I leaned forward and nuzzled my face in one of her armpits, kissing and licking as I gently kneaded her mound, feeling the split of her lips through the cloth.

Her sighs were positively joyous and unselfconscious as I inhaled freshly applied perfume, warmed to the temperature of her over-heated body, and that particular aroma of sweat that can best be described as the smell of a woman's desire. 

She reached down and forcefully held my face against her body, her hand firm on the back of my head before I reared up and brusquely pushed her onto her back, her hair falling into a fan behind her head as she pulled me down to her mouth for another kiss, and another, and another, and the feel of her nails raking up and down my sides soon began to awaken again my own longing as she remained bent backward, her legs curled uncomfortably underneath her. 

My hair had been tied into a short pony tail until now, but I undid it and let it fall and sweep across her breasts, dangling on first one and then the other as her head rolled from side to side, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. 

Her breasts, one by one, I took in both hands and softly attended to. I kissed and massaged their firm meat, rolled and flicked the nipples, and teasingly drove her higher, finally one by one pulling a nipple into my mouth with my teeth as I felt her hand on the back of my head, her voice now constant and sighing from my incessant and varied tortures. 

But I so wanted to taste her, wanted her to cum screaming before I slipped my length into her, wanted to feel her ass wiggling and jerking in my hands as she lost all sense of control and gave herself to me completely and unselfconsciously. 

I rose onto my knees and pulled as if to remove her sweats. She slipped her butt out of them. Her legs she pulled from under her and then, demurely closing her legs to hide her sex from me, she slid them over her knees and then her ankles. Keeping her knees together and further crossing her ankles, again as if they were bound together, with a playful look in her eye she pulled her knees up and dropped them away from me, her body on its side and facing away. 

She slowly extended her top leg and turned even further away from me, arching her spine to show me her lovely bottom split by the dark crack between her cheeks and legs. She turned to look at me, her body contorted and on display, her breasts in profile. Then she straightened both of her legs and rolled onto her back, her ankles still demurely crossed to forbid me a look at what I knew was mine, heavenly, wet and warm. 

As I bent again to kiss her she pulled me into her for a long kiss, whispering hot into my mouth, "I always wanted to do that; I don't know why. I love it when you look at me."

I kissed her again before I whispered into her mouth in answer, "spread your legs."

Her ankles obediently unwrapped. Her knees pulled apart, and not just for a teasing peak, but lewdly spread wide. I moved between them, pushing her legs still further apart, up and into the air. 

What I saw surprised me and sent even more blood to my pulsing cock. She had shaved herself bare, and in doing so revealed something I was previously unaware of.

A tiny, colorful tattoo of a doll hovered just above and to the right of her clit, the ink coming perilously close to her engorged hood and visibly so now that her pussy was split open and so wet that it glistened in the candlelight. She reached under her ass cheeks and pried herself apart for me ravenously, wiggling her ass and sighing as she did so, accenting the dark entry into her slippery tunnel. Even her sphincter parted into a tiny, black 'O' to suggest that her back door was mine as well. 

My cock was throbbing again by now, and on my knees I moved forward and rested it on her clit, tauntingly dragging it again and again over the sensitive bud and slapping it softly on her clit with my hands as she began to squirm to the point of begging. She spread her legs as far as she could, her fingers digging into the tender edges of her lips and the pink circle of her back door in her attempts to open herself to me.

As one of her fingers slid into her pussy I collapsed between her legs and kissed the fingers as they held back for me her petite lips, sighs coming from her with each kiss, and then pulled both of her hands away and moved them to her thighs as I began to taste her.

My index and middle finger I slid into her pussy and curled into the tightness behind her pubic bone. Before she was finished crying out I dragged my tongue across her clit and began to flick and tap it with just the tip, the skin stretched pink and taut as her hands now grasped and twisted at the covers while I applied pressure on her G-spot and began to lap furiously at her clit, finally sucking it into my mouth and flicking it like a nipple.

Suddenly she screamed and warm fluid gushed from her as her thighs clamped together around my head and she rode my fingers and tongue to a wailing orgasm. I kissed at her clit and pulled my fingers back from inside her, only to give her time to breathe in anticlimax before I again curled them into her G-spot, my tongue circling her clit as I took the index finger of my other hand and dredged it through the reservoir of her sopping wet crack to her little parted rosebud.

I circled and circled, my tongue in rhythm with the tip of my index finger as it looped her backdoor until I slid my finger into her butt, pulled her clit again into my mouth and vibrated my fingers again on her G-spot. She screamed and again clenched at my head with her thighs, her lower torso arching off of the bed as the tight rings of muscle in her ass throbbed and gripped at my finger in spasms that paralleled her wailing as I slid back and forth through the tight rings of muscle.

"You're. . . gonna. . . kill me. . . Carson" she panted, as she pulled me from her pussy by my hair for a grinding kiss, our teeth slamming together and pinching the soft flesh of our lips. I tasted blood, whether hers or mine I wasn't sure, but by now our lips were so sore from pounding into each other it didn't really matter. I held her still as again I felt my way to her drenched pussy.

"Not yet" she started to say, but I was way beyond stopping as I slid my full length into her in one, slow forward stroke until I bottomed out and we both groaned, the tip of my cock colliding with the rear wall of her pussy as it gripped me like a glove. 

It was the end of a trajectory that had begun years before, had travelled a twisted and tortured path, and now was about to conclude with a new beginning in the oldest and most animal of bonds, in thrusting and grunting and feral clawing at each other.

Her eyes closed as she moaned long and low, her voice rising to almost a high sob, her nails clawing at my back and her fingers dropping to cup and clutch at my ass cheeks and dig into my crack, pulling my thighs into hers harder and harder as she screamed and bit hard into the flesh of my shoulder as she convulsed from an orgasm.

Almost incoherently, she moaned and babbled a stream of senseless obscenity I had never heard come from her, nor from any woman for that matter, as she drooled and licked and kissed me and near-painfully ground her pubic bone against mine as we held onto each other as if life itself was ending in a blaze of tortured bliss.

"Fuck your little girlfriend" she moaned in a tired little voice as we slammed into each other, "fuck me Carson. Fuck me like we always wanted to. Throw my panties away when I wear skirts so we're always ready. Tie me to the couch and screw me in the butt. Finish in my mouth baby. Whatever you want. Oh my god, oh god, oh god" she screamed again unexpectedly into my neck as her nails dug hard into my crack, one finger slipping a pointed fingernail into me and the pain enough that I could hold back no more, cumming again as we came in tandem to end the night, my very being contracted to focus on the tip of my cock as it exploded deep inside her.

I rammed and bellowed and shoved and roared and with my hands under her little wet butt pulled on her and hammered into her like a wet ragdoll until finally, soaked and wasted, the room smelling of endless fucking, we collapsed onto each other in a pile of spent emotion and desire.

"I love you Jill," I whispered quietly, not entirely sure she still was awake to hear.

But her eyes half-opened in a smile, glistening and looking at me as I felt myself growing smaller inside of her: "I've always loved you. Maybe things happen for reasons. Carson."

I slowly extracted myself from her despite her attempts to hold onto me. One by one I blew out the candles, and the room was enveloped in darkness. I crawled back into bed with her and after first wrapping our arms around each other we fell asleep.

The End



Long Time Coming



They had been friends for a long time, but tonight their friendship was about to become something more. Lexi and Kate and been teasing with the idea for some time over a series of drunken texts and lustful gazes across the table whenever they were out with friends, but neither of them had been brave enough to act on their desires until tonight, when the mix of Sambuca and grinding with strange men on the dance floor finally pushed them both over the threshold of their longings and Lexi could feel the desperate ache between her legs for something to happen with her friend and she made no point in hiding it.

She sat as close to Kate as was possible, their legs rubbing together as they moved to the music where they sat in the secluded booth in the darkness of the night club, their drinks full and their bodies longing for much more than what they'd ever had before. Lust was there in Lexi's emerald green eyes and Kate could see it as clear as crystal, reaching her hand out to brush along Lexi's exposed thigh, her dress riding up slightly as Kate moved her fingers along the pale skin. It was enough to entice a desperate whimper from Lexi's lip as electricity shot through her body, her inhibitions fading completely at her friend's simple touch.

Kate took control in her normal fashion and grabbed Lexi by the back of her neck, crashing their lips together hungrily and wasting no time in exploring the crevice of her mouth with a hot tongue. Lexi wasted no time in tangling her fingers in Kate's long, brown hair, deepening the kiss and moaning openly into her mouth, the vibrations of the sound making Kate shake, yearning for something that this club couldn't offer them. She pulled away, lips swollen, breathing heavy and pulled Lexi from her seat without another word, leading her towards the toilets, sneaking glances for any of their other friends who may try to follow them, not aware what was happening between the two girls.

Inside, Lexi pushed her way to a large cubicle and yanked Kate in behind her, slamming the door shut, locking it and turning to her friend with a drunken, horny gaze that said all that Kate needed to push her friend up against the wall and attach their lips again, this time with clear intentions as her hands roved over Lexi's tight, slender body, pausing over her heaving chest to squeeze her breasts, seeking out the stiffened nipple with finger and thumb, drawing another passionate moan from the smaller red head, whose hands fell limp at her sides. Kate smirked at her friend and then began kissing down her neck, pausing at that sweet spot beneath her ear that would instantly turn Lexi into a pool of water. Her hands made their way back down Lexi's body and grabbed the hem of the short dress, pulling it up over her hips to expose the lacy black Brazilian panties that were already soaked through with pussy juices.

Kate snaked a hand under the lace, slowly teasing the shaved mound before dipping a slender finger into the folds of Lexi's pussy, groaning softly at how wet her friend was as she sought out her clit, rubbing small, gentle circles over the sensitive area as she reached up with another hand to tug at the low neckline of Lexi's black dress, freeing her 32C breasts and greeting them with her lips, sucking at the stiffened nipples in turn, flicking her tongue over them as she moved her hand deeper, slipping two fingers into Lexi's dripping pussy, causing the legs of her friend to buckle as she moaned loudly, the reality of the cubicle only muffled by the intensity of the hand dryer. Kate finger fucked Lexi's pussy, her thumb occasionally brushing over her swollen clit as she pushed her friend closer to orgasm, still sucking on her nipples as Lexi held her close to her chest, the pleasure intensifying as Kate slipped another finger into her wet pussy, speeding up and finding that spot that would push Lexi over the edge entirely. Her moans almost became screams. "Oh fuck, Kate." slipping from her lips in hot breaths as she squirmed beneath the burning touch of her friend. She gripped Kate's hair in her fist as she closed her eyes, her friend fucking her pussy furiously as Lexi succumbed to her orgasm; gasping, writhing and crying out Kate's name as she came hard around her friend's fingers, covering them in her juices as Kate moved to kiss her mouth again, breaking away only to offer Lexi a taste of her own pussy. Lexi took her fingers into her mouth one at a time, swirling her tongue around them as she licked her juices off them, savouring the taste of herself as she realised it had been the friend she'd imagined for so long who had made her cum harder than she had in a long time. 

Lexi kissed Kate hard, not wanting this encounter to be over, but knowing that they really couldn't spend much longer in the toilets without people knowing what they were doing. As though Kate could read her mind, the taller girl leaned closer to her ear. "Let's get out of this place." She whispered, her breath husky as Lexi nodded wordlessly and fixed her dress to be more presentable as Kate unlocked the door and grabbed her wrist to drag her through the club to the taxi rank outside.

In the taxi, the girls were silent, their eyes conveying the level of their lust for the other as their hands remained teasingly on each other, innocent enough to avoid a show of voyeurism but guilty enough to reveal what they would do the moment the car returned them to Kate's apartment.

Inside, Kate pressed her friend against the door again, this time wasting no time in tugging the dress from Lexi's body completely, leaving her standing in just panties and heels as she reached around to unzip Kate's dress, the chiffon material pooling around her ankles without much effort as Lexi quickly moved to cup her breasts in her hands, kneading them and tweaking her nipples as Kate groaned into her mouth, spurring her friend on as she herself slipped her hands into the back of Lexi's panties, groping her ass in a desperate, lustful manner. The red head hooked her thumbs into the sides of Kate's white thong and pushed the piece of fabric to the floor, dropping to her knees after it and kissing her way from Kate's hips to the folds of her pussy, the heat and wetness obvious to Lexi before she even pushed her tongue into her friend, slowly, teasingly dancing from her opening to her clit and then back again. Kate fell back against the nearest wall and Lexi followed, keeping her lips attached to Kate's wet pussy as she sped her tongue up, sucking and licking at her swollen clit faster and faster. Kate felt her orgasm building in the depths of her stomach and pushed Lexi closer to her most intimate area. 

She smiled and pushed her hot tongue up inside Kate's pussy, tongue fucking her as best as she could from this angle before pulling away completely. "Sit on my face." She instructed breathlessly as she repositioned herself on the floor. Kate wasted no time in complying with the order and lowered herself over Lexi's awaiting mouth where the red head pushed her tongue deeper into Kate's soaking pussy, her nose teasing her clit as she began to eat her friend out as best as she could, hooking her arms over Kate's thighs to hold her close to her mouth as the brunette moaned, grinding against her sweet mouth as she squeezed and played with her own breasts, longing to be able to touch Lexi, but not trusting herself to do so as her need for orgasm became desperate. Lexi sensed this and increased her speed, flicking her tongue over Kate's clit repeatedly before diving right into her pussy, licking up her juices as Kate sped up, grinding harder against her friend's face, smearing her juices over her chin as she approached orgasm, grabbing Lexi's hair to try and pull her friend even closer to the wetness she had caused. She let out an elongated cry of passion as her body began to shake and Lexi didn't let up, licking her friend through her orgasm and beyond, only pulling away when Kate rolled off her body and lay there, breathless as Lexi licked the cum from her face, sitting up and smiling at her friend who only took a few moments before recovering.

Kate, grabbing Lexi and pulling her unceremoniously into her bedroom, threw her on the bed and grabbing the lace between her legs, tugged it down to the floor before pushing Lexi's legs apart, sticking her tongue out to lick her clit, tasting her friend like she had done to her. Lexi arched her back, moaning softly at the sensations coursing through her before closer her legs around Kate's head, holding her friend in place. However, Kate had other ideas and simply chuckled against Lexi's wet pussy before pulling away and walking to a drawer at the side of the bed. "I got this after imagining us together one time." She whispered as she pulled out a strap on and proceeded to step into it, grinning at Lexi's shocked, but turned on expression.

Kate crawled between the legs of her friend and positioned the head of the large dildo against the opening of Lexi's pussy, rubbing it through her wetness to lubricate it some before pushing it gently into her awaiting pussy, climbing over her as she pushed it deeper into her friend, smiling as Lexi's eyes rolled back and closed. Kate lowered her body enough so that their nipples were touching as she began to rock in and out of her, slowly at first, the electrifying sensation of her breasts rubbing against another woman's causing her to moan too as she fucked Lexi harder. It wasn't long before her friend was close to orgasm again, but this time Kate pulled out of her, leaving Lexi unsatisfied and groaning. 

Before she could explain herself though, she had grabbed her friend by the wrists and flipped her over onto her knees, bending her into position before slamming the strap on back into her wet, awaiting pussy. Lexi cried out in surprise and pleasure, the dildo deeper than she had anticipated as Kate fucked her faster, this time reaching around with her hand to rub Lexi's clit furiously, bringing her friend to orgasm in no time at all, Lexi screaming and writing beneath Kate as she continued to push in and out of her until Lexi all but collapsed on the sheets beneath her. 

Kate pulled the strap on off and moved to lay next to her friend who looked at her with bliss filled eyes as she reached out to wrap her arm around Kate's naked body. Kate thought the evening was over, but Lexi soon changed that plan by pulling her friend's body flush with her own and pushing her legs apart before moving to position her pussy against hers. Kate looked up at Lexi with wide, excited eyes before biting her lip as the first touch of her pussy pressing against Lexi's, their juices mixing together as they slowly increased the speed, grinding their clits together and fondling their own breasts as they scissored on the bed, desperately rubbing against the other at an intense speed, their cries and moans filling the air as both girls grew wetter, orgasms coming hard and fast from their sensitive pussies as they furiously fucked, eyes meeting as they tipped each other over the edge, their bodies nothing but rapid quakes and shaking limbs as they fell into each other's arms, moaning and gasping for air as their orgasms subsided, the sheets beneath them damp with cum as they kissed again, for the final time that night.

Oh, but just wait until morning...



Long Time Coming



I gave a little laugh.

I had been silent for quite some time. Uncle John had asked me why I had run away. It was eight years ago and I couldn't remember why. But what I did remember made me tremble. I was glad he didn't notice. I took a deep breath; a second one.

"I guess I wasn't too grown up when I ran away," I said, quieter than I had wanted to.

Uncle John glanced at me and smiled, then turned his eyes back to the road.

"I reckon not, but you were sure achin' to grow up," he said, keeping his focus on the center line that stretched into the distance. "But it ended all right. We found you safe and sound."

He looked over at me and smiled, again. I looked back and my heart jumped as our eyes locked.

"And you're all grown up now!"

He whistled and shook his head, turned back to watch the road.

"A college graduate!"

I wasn't the first one in the family to go to college, but I became the first one to ever graduate. I was still looking at him when he glanced sideways at me. I could barely see the tip of that devilish grin of his, curling the corner of his mouth. Uncle John must be fifty now, but he looked just the same as he had all my life. His grin, tousled hair, and week-old prickly scruff had come to mean something different to me. I shivered.

I had been only 14 years old when I had run away. Uncle John had found me; knew where I would be hiding. I had hoped he would remember. Uncle John and I had recently started walking in the woods on Saturdays. I was experiencing a rapidly developing interest in boys. And I had wanted nothing more than to walk in the woods with Uncle John.

When he had found me, I was shaking. He had wrapped me in a blanket, given me a little kiss, and carried me back to his truck. I remember how safe I had felt in his arms, how close I felt to him, how tightly he had held me. I remember how he had smelled, all sweat and dirt. As he was driving me back, I sat beside him. When I had rested my hand on his leg, like I had done so often when I was a little girl, he took my hand. He had held it for the rest of the ride home. I remember how I had closed my eyes and felt how different his touch was as he rubbed his thumb gently over the back of my hand, so tender. I remember how I had jumped when he lifted our hands and settled them onto my leg.

We moved away soon after, to another state, where we were too far away for any more visits.

Now I was riding in his truck, again. It was the same truck. He had insisted on coming to get me at the airport. I had offered to take the bus, saving him the seven-hour round trip, but he said he wouldn't allow that. I was glad. As we drove along, I let my imagination run wild with why he had wanted to spend the time alone with me.

We passed the road sign saying we were only 28 miles from town. We would be getting to his and Aunt Jane's house in about half an hour. My heart sank as I realized I had wasted my precious time with him. I couldn't waste any more, or it would be too late. 

I gathered up my resolve and slid across the seat until I was leaning against his side. He wrapped his arm around me. I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek into his shoulder. I took a slow, deep breath, drawing his strong fresh scent into my nose. I shivered. Uncle John pulled me closer. I wondered if he smelled me, like I smelled him, if he could tell how my body was screaming.

We drove a long minute in complete silence. Another minute passed.

"I've never told you...," I started, but he cut me off with a long, soft "shhhhhh."

Uncle John leaned his head against mine, gave me a squeeze. I shuddered. He straightened up, lifted his arm, and put it back on the steering wheel. What was wrong? What did I do?

"Uncle John?" I began.

"Shhhhh," he said again, this time lowering his hand, putting it on top of mine.

My heart beat faster as he opened his hand and let me weave my fingers into his. We both squeezed hard. I looked up, but he was staring straight ahead. I loosened my hand from his, letting his hand come to rest on my leg. It was only a couple seconds before his hand began to move. It shifted to wrap around my leg. I tried to slow my breathing but couldn't. His fingers slid down onto my inner thigh. He gave a squeeze. I stiffened, suddenly afraid. I was frozen. I kept my eyes on his face. He was still staring ahead.

Why did I feel like I was 14 again, a timid, scared little girl? I reminded myself that I was a college graduate, that I had learned a few things. I closed my eyes, and settled my hand onto his thigh.

The truck swerved. Uncle John yanked his arm up, knocking mine away. He grabbed the steering wheel with both hands. The truck straightened out. He turned his head to look at me. His face flashed from anxious to afraid. The tires thumped as the car drifted across the center line. He jerked his head back to the road. I gasped as we swerved back and forth a couple times, passing halfway into the other lane. I was terrified as I looked down the road, looked to see what was going to happen. But there was no oncoming car. And Uncle John guided the truck back to the right side of the road.

"Susan..." he said slowly, trying to keep his voice calm, his eyes never leaving the road.

I was coming down from my adrenaline rush. I just kept breathing hard until the pounding in my chest began to soften. I turned to Uncle John.

"Uncle John..." I whispered.

The realization swept over me that I could have died, or worse, that Uncle John could be dead and me seriously injured. I started to cry, which quickly turned into sobbing.

"Susan..." he repeated, his voice lower, this time more commanding.

I was still crying when I leaned over and buried my face into his arm. He hugged me with it and held me tight. I felt the truck pulling to the right and looked up as we bounced onto a gravel road. I knew the road. It led to a park just outside town, where my family had come to have picnics in the summer. The truck rolled past the lawn and the tables, past the pond, and under a stand of trees. Uncle John put on the parking brake and turned off the engine.

"We need to talk," he said, patting my hand in the same way he did when he would lecture me as a child.

"Susan," he started, "we..." But he never got to finish.

I grabbed his arm and pulled myself up until my lips pressed into his. The scratchy face surprised me and I hesitated. Instead of leaning away, he bent his head towards mine. His lips softened and he pressed them closer. I couldn't hold myself up any longer and started falling back. He followed, never letting our lips come apart. When my back came to rest on the seat, he continued to lean, pressing hard against me. I let my lips slide open. Suddenly he stopped, pulled away, and looked at me. The fire in his eyes made my body turn to rubber. My face must have answered his question because any remaining caution he might have had melted away as fast as mine did. We crashed back together, this time his tongue jabbing hungrily into mine. His arms wrapped around me as he crushed the air out of my lungs.

In college, I had slept with a few men, but they were timid lambs compared to Uncle John's ravaging assault. No longer hesitant, his hand was on my knee, then quickly up my leg and under my dress. Without even pausing to break his frantic kiss, he grabbed the top of my underwear and, with a single powerful yank, tore them off. I was still recovering from the shock when I heard him grunt, more bear than human, as he tugged his jeans down to his knees. Still unnerved by the near-death accident I had almost caused on the highway, I now became terrified when I didn't recognize the man who was on top of me. I felt paralyzed. Without any pretense, he shoved hard into me. I gasped as he easily sank to his full length. Nearly unconscious, I watched his crooked grin lower towards me until it was pressing against my lips. His vigorous pumping soon overrode all other feelings and a growing warmth radiated to fill my body. My eyes sank into my head as the pulsing rhythm made me hotter and hotter, until I exploded into a thousand lights.

"Oh, God," I heard the man rumble. "Oh my God..."

I was quivering as he, too, slipped away into the bliss of his climax. My eyes drifted open with a deep desire to see him. He slammed forward and groaned with relief. I watched as his face slowly returned to be my Uncle John. I smiled, knowing it was a goofy grin. He trembled then collapsed on top of me.

"I... love... you...," he mumbled, like a drunk, unable to lift his head from between my still clothed breasts.

We lay there for a long time. I synchronized my breathing with his and we dozed off together.

I woke as he was getting up. He quickly pulled up his pants, embarrassed I might see him naked. I grinned, but he wasn't looking at me. His face was turned down, and not because he was doing up his belt. I sensed his regret.

"Uncle John..." "I... I'm so sorry," he said, then opened his door and slipped outside.

I was having trouble thinking straight, still fuzzy with the aftereffects of our union. I tried to understand what he meant. I struggled to get myself up, my legs still shaking. I saw the remnants of my underwear and shuddered. I slipped them under the seat, for him to find later. Unless Aunt Jane found them first! The thought brought a wave of fear. What had she ever done to me? Uncle John's apology came back to me and a twinge of guilt slowly dampened my ecstasy.

I got out of the truck and looked for Uncle John. He had walked over to a big tree covered with carvings.

"See this heart," he said, his voice wavering. "This is the heart I made the night I made love to your aunt." He swept his hand towards the patch of grass under the tree.

I put my hand on his arm. He didn't say anything. I crouched my head until my eyes caught his. I straightened slowly, waiting for him to follow. He put his hand in mine. It was big and callused, strong and gentle, with thick fingers. I couldn't help but think of him probing between my legs. I bit my lip to keep focused.

"It wasn't..." Uncle John said, moving his hand to my shoulder and turning me until we were facing each other. "Jane isn't anything like making love to you."

I wanted to look away, embarrassed, but I couldn't. My eyes were trapped in his gaze. The longer he looked, the more the warmth flowed through my body, like hot tea through a straw. It filled every corner, from my fingers to my toes. The warmth burned as he brushed his lips over mine. We kissed long and slow, gentle and tender, enjoying what we had already learned about each other, while discovering new ways to dance together. This time his kiss, his embrace, the way his hands traveled over my back, curved down around my butt, this time he was loving me. His frantic lust faded into a distant memory. Soon, my knees were unable to support me, and I was melting to the ground. He lay me gently on my back, then kissed me.

We made love slowly this time, carefully, listening to each other, telling what we wanted, what we liked, what we needed, not with words, but with our touch. It wasn't until I had been satisfied twice, and him once, that I worried to see if anyone was watching. My concern broke the moment, letting in the intruder. I knew then, as we considered making love once more, that I would meet this intruder again. He would be there every time I made love with Uncle John. But I didn't care, and looked forward to meeting that intruder as often as possible during my short stay.



Long Time Coming



This is my first story so I still have a long way to go to develop in my writing but constructive criticism is welcome (: Thank you and I hope you enjoy.

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They met in 2011 through mutual friends via social media and hit it off right away. They became fast friends and stayed up till late talking on the phone. They even sang to each other over the phone at 3AM. He showed so much initiative to meet her. He walked four miles just to see her for a few minutes. The attraction was clear but having just turned 18, too young to fight for each other. So they let each other go and thought that was the end of that.

Travis was 5'5" with a tight, muscular build - not surprising since he is active in parkour and other physical activities. He had short, brown hair with amazing tan skin and a tattoo on his left shoulder blade. Paula was a petite girl, standing at merely five feet with black shoulder length hair with ivory skin.

Two years later

Paula went to the supermarket to get some things for dinner. Little did she know of how that night would actually unfold. Just as she exited the supermarket, she ran into somebody causing her to drop her bags. The gentleman helped her gather her things and when he was about to hand her the bags, she was staring into the eyes of Travis. Both parties were surprised to see each other but Paula managed to push her surprise back as she let out a "Hi." 

He replied with, "Hey. Um, do you need help with your groceries?" She nodded and led the way to her car. 

As they were putting the bags in the trunk of the car, Paula asked, "How have you been?" 

Travis answered, "Good, and yourself?" 

She smiled and said, "I've been okay. I guess I should go now and you should do whatever it is you needed." 

But Travis thought differently. "I just wanted to get out of the house. How about I help you unload at your place?" 

Paula didn't know what to think but decided it was an opportunity to make up for lost time. "Sure, the passenger door is open." He got in and they were on their way to her apartment.

After they unloaded all the groceries, Paula asked if Travis wanted a drink. He nodded and brought him a beer. She got herself a beer and sat on the couch then patted the seat next to her, telling him to sit there. He sat and said, "So it's been a long time." 

"It certainly has. I was surprised to see you tonight. Thanks though, for helping me." 

He laughed, "You know I'd do anything for you." 

She scoffed, "Haha, yeah right." She looked at Travis and he seemed offended. 

"Yes, right. You can't deny the chemistry we have is special." 

"Chemistry? We haven't even been talking again for thirty minutes and you're bringing up chemistry?!" She got up angrily and walked away. "Yes, we HAD chemistry but two years does a lot. Don't you agree, Travis?" 

He got up and slowly approached her, "And in those two years, did you date anyone else? Feel what you felt for anyone else? Desire anyone else's company? I didn't. I couldn't even look a girl in the eye without thinking of you." Paula didn't want to believe him but knew it was the truth. She waited, too. She felt his arms start to wrap around her. Her mind told her to push him away but her body didn't listen. Soon, they were in a tight embrace.

Paula looked up to Travis and said, "There was no one else for two years. I couldn't bring myself to see anyone else." He brought his arms up from her arms to her neck and guided her head closer to his. Their lips touched for the first time and it sparked instant passion. His hands grew tighter around her neck and she brought her hands up from his torso to his arms and squeezed his triceps. She pushed her tongue through and he welcomed it. He took her hands and wrapped them around his neck. Then, he bent his knees and brought her up so she could wrap her legs around his torso. Travis pushed her back to the wall for leverage.

In the middle of their make out, Travis asked, "Bedroom?" 

Paula shook her head. "No time."

She then unhooked her legs and started to take Travis's shirt off. She admired the sight before planting kisses along his collar bone up around his neck and back down his torso. She used her teeth to undo his zipper and brought his pants down. Travis took Paula by the torso and pulled her up to take off her shirt. He'd been wondering what lies underneath. Even in her bra, Paula's 34D breasts make Travis's jaw drop. She blushed and kissed him again. He started to stroke her back with light touches to the side of her breasts. In a swift movement, he unclasped her bra and pushed her just far enough so he could take the straps down from her shoulders.

Travis smiled and took his hands and squeezed her boobs together. He brought his mouth down to lick the left nipple, then the right. He sucked and nibbled on the right nipple while twisting and gently pulling on the left. Then he switched. Paula was getting wetter by the second. He let one of his hands wander to take off her shorts. The shorts went straight down after passing her hips. Paula started to rub Travis's hard on through his boxers and loved the feeling of him grow in her hands. Travis brought his hand to her mound and when he felt how wet she was, he took his mouth off her nipple and stared at her. She was already looking at him. She smiled and said, "Yeah, you do that to me." And she kissed him again.

But she broke the kiss to go on her knees. She kissed along his torso as she brought his boxers down. She smirked and licked her lips. She took his dick and licked along the shaft and played with his dick head with her tongue. Meanwhile her hands were gently caressing his balls. She started to suck on his dick and was grateful she didn't have a gag reflex. Travis was big for her petite mouth. But she managed to deep throat all seven inches. Travis rolled his eyes in pleasure. She sucked his dick faster but still gently massaged his balls. He softly pushed her away and knelt down. He took off her panties and kissed her and guided her down to the tile floor with his hands. She turned him on his back. On top, she kissed him and he played with her boobs. She put his dick up and down against his stomach. She put her pussy on his dick and went back and forth to spread her wetness. He groaned and raked one hand through her hair, he tightened his grip and brought his lips to hers. They made out like that until Paula took one hand and took Travis's dick and aligned it with her pussy.

She slowly went down on his dick. They were staring in each other's eyes, loving the expression on each other's faces. Travis biting his lower lip and Paula with her mouth agape in astonishment. When she was balls deep, she smiled devilishly at him. Then she rode him. Up and down and circular, she gasped and moaned with pleasure and he did the same. As she rode him, Travis would pump up into her as hard as he could. She could feel her orgasm building and she whimpered to him, "Travis, I'm close." That only made him want to pump into her harder and he did then

"TRAVISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she cried his name as her body shook from her intense orgasm. She buried her head in his neck and planted small kisses there. She sighed with content. "Wow." She smiled. Then Paula got off of Travis and said, "Your turn, I want you to cum." He smiled and got up to his knees. She figured where this was going and assumed the "face down, ass up" position. Travis lined up his dick to her pussy and slammed into her. She cried out. He didn't care to tease or prolong his orgasm. He rammed into her until he needed to cum. He groaned at the pleasure as his orgasm swept over him and he was still gently pumping into her. He pulled out and laid down next to Paula. Travis brushed a hair from her face and kissed her softly. She smiled, "Now we can go to the bedroom." He laughed and they both got up as she led the way.

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The End, please feel free to comment on my work.



Long Time Coming



It was nearly time to punch out and go home when Kerry stopped stacking the Computer section of the book store she worked at and looked around. He was here, in the store. Kerry could feel him, practically smell him. She licked her lips. She could taste him. Practically.

"Kerry?" As if on cue, his melodious voice resonated from behind her, causing Kerry to drop the stack of books she cradled in her arms. 

"Let me help you," he offered as she blushed like the school girl she hadn't been for ten years or so now.

"Mr. Markham." Her voice was breathless and low as she peered up at him through thick, dark lashes, sure he had absolutely no idea what the sound and sight of him did to her. 

Nor did he have any idea that she waited like a young child waits for Christmas, every week, for her Saturday's with him. Her time with him. He had no idea that the memory of his voice kept her awake at night sometimes. He wouldn't believe her if she told him that sometimes she would hear a man speak at work, on the phone, in a store or restaurant and for a split second she would think it was him, Mr. Markham, speaking. 

Yes, he was absolutely clueless.

"I was wondering if you could help me find a book." He smiled as he knelt down beside her. Heads bent close together, he helped her pick up the books she had dropped. When the task was finished they stood up together and he placed the books he had collected into her arms. The backs of his fingers brushed her soft, pale skin ever so lightly. 

It was as if he had just passed a candle's flame near her skin. Kerry melted a little. The longer he stood beside her the more she began to feel as if she was the candle's flame. She burned for him. His nearness, the musky, sweet smell of his skin, the way his eyes danced as he peered down at her kept her flame lit. Kerry kept her head bent, studying the books she held tightly to her chest. "Which book is that?" 

This was how their Saturday's always went. He would search her out, ask for her help in finding a book, and she would do her best to give him what he wanted. Regardless of how long it took. Some days he produced a long list. Other days they focused on just one or two books. Regardless, he would usually end up occupying a good hour of her time before heading off.

While their routine seemed to be the same, today his timing was very different. All day she had waited for him to pop in. By lunch she was sorely disappointed. By afternoon break she was down right sad. But now... Now she forced herself to listen to his request, the singing of her heart nearly drowning out his voice. He was here. Finally. Unfortunately, now it was nearly time for her to punch out and go home.

This week he needed a book on the history of the Revolutionary War in the Mohawk Valley as told from a specific Native American's point of view. His exact requests were always very difficult to find. More often than not he never knew both the title and the author. He usually only knew one or the other. Today it was the last name of the author he knew, not the title of the book.

The computer in the back corner of the store was hardly ever used, so over the last year this had become "their" computer. It was the Reference section employee's computer. No one ever came to Reference on Saturday mornings. Kerry typed "Revolutionary War," and a list of hundreds of books appeared on the screen.

They scanned the information silently for a moment or so, until Kerry found a name similar to the last name of the author Mr. Markham had suggested.

"Is it this one? She brought a tapered, neatly manicured finger to the display, underlining a book title with an invisible line drawn by her peach painted nail.

His breath came near her ear, soft and smelling of mint, as he peered over her shoulder. His arm came around hers and he pointed as well, his hand hovering just above hers, which still rested on the display. "No. I think this is more like it.."

The heat generated from his hand warmed her own, as she trembled with his nearness. He smelled of Spring air and leather. She closed her eyes and swallowed thickly, searching for her voice. "Looks like it's out of stock. Would you like me to order it?" Looking up at him she found his face was just inches from hers. His eyes were beautiful and blue, the kind of sky blue you see on Autumn days, crisp and sharp.

"No, that won't be necessary. How about this one?" He continued to lean over her, his chest ever so slightly grazing her shoulder.

She inhaled sharply and bit her lip to stifle a soft moan, exhaling as she turned away. "This way, Mr. Markham." 

Walking a few steps behind her, studying the curve of her lower back and how easily it swept into the curve of her buttocks, he admonished her and teased, "Please don't call me that. You make me feel old."

"I'm sorry," she turned around to apologize and bumped into his chest. "Oops. Damn. I'm sorry." Kerry took a quick step back, maintaining her personal space. "You're not old. I just use that name because it's on your credit card."

"Well so is Steve--"

"Stephen." It was said before she could catch herself.

"Yes," he smiled at her. "Stephen."

It's funny how sometimes a few seconds can drag painfully along, a wordless bridge between uncomfortable moments, stretching out solid and shakey at the same time.

"Are you going to show me?"

Her mouth formed a tight, faint smile. "Show you what?"

"The book." His smile grew wider, if possible.

"Yes. But then I have to go. You can browse the section if you'd like. If you don't see what you're looking for, have someone at Information order it for you." Her pace quickened and she led the way.

"Have a good day." When she turned to leave Steve caught her wrist. Kerry jerked away and stared at the spot where his fingers had just touched, almost expecting to see the burn mark. 

"Why are you going?"

"I have to."

"Don't leave me yet. Help me find what I need."

Her green eyes narrowed as she studied his face. He was so handsome. Strong jaw, broad smiling mouth. Always smiling. Crinkly, laugh-lined blue, blue blue eyes.

"Please?" He asked again, boyish charm in full mode.

"I have to punch out. No overtime allowed and my shift is over."

A glance at his watch set his course for action. "Do you have plans?"

A shake of her head was all Kerry could muster. 

He nodded. "Great. Let's grab a bite to eat."

"My son is with my mom. I really need to get home."

"What's another hour. Or so?"

Or so. There it was. Just those two words woke the butterflies in her belly and warmed the already tingling place between her thighs.

"I--"

"Great. I'll pay for this and meet you out front. Leave your car here."

"My mom dropped me off. She's supposed to be here in a half hour."

"See? It's Fate." 

She shrugged. "It is?"

"Yes. Just call her and tell her a friend is giving you a lift." He flashed another perfect smile at her and was gone. 

Kerry watched him for a moment. He did his jeans and long sleeved tee shirt justice. His pants hugged his butt and legs nicely, but not too tightly. He wore the dark blue Old Navy tee shirt loosely, yet it was snug around his shoulders and upper chest. The sight of him made her heart quicken.

What would one little hour hurt? An hour out of her day that would otherwise be filled with responsibility. An hour. Or so...

It was as if her brain had shut down and only her heart and her body were thinking for her. It had been years since she had interacted this closely with a man. Her heart was a carefully guarded fortress that not one male had been able to penetrate. Not that many had wanted to, she noted with a sour frown. As soon as they heard about Kasey they took flight, abandoning their effort to break through her barricade.

But Mr. Mar- Stephen. He knew all about Kasey. He asked about him regularly. He showed a genuine interest when Kerry spoke of her son's achievements or problems.

He was too good to be true. Looks, compassion. Intelligence. What more could she want?

Want? What she wanted was to be left alone! 

Or did she?

Kerry wove her way through the aisles toward the employee's room and clock, grabbed her things and punched out. A quick phone call home and she was gone. 

As she walked through the front doors into the bright sunlight to look for him, she wondered what in the world had gotten into her. What happened to her vow? Her oath of celibacy? Raising a six year old boy was tough enough without having a man around to complicate things. That was exactly what put her in this spot to begin with seven years earlier.

Living on her own for the last four years now suited her just fine. She didn't need a man around to mess things up. Besides, what would Kasey say? He'd be devastated!

A black Jaguar pulled up in front of her. Seconds later the dark tinted window rolled down, giving her a view of the driver. Stephen threw her a lopsided smile before getting out of the car to walk around to her side. Before she could protest he held the door open and ushered her into the front seat.

"I called in for Chinese take out. I thought we'd head back to my place where we could... talk."

Talk. That one word sent a myriad of responses coursing through her body. Her heart beat quickened and her breath caught up as she struggled to control her treacherous body. 

Rather than protest, which would be a lesson in futility Kerry was learning quickly, she just nodded and stared out the window. 

"Uncomfortably comfortable" was the phrase that rang repeatedly through her mind. Her body was singing right now, a song of want and need and desire. If this man had any instincts he would be able to hear it. As if he read her mind he leaned over and turned the radio on.

She watched his strong, tanned hand gently push the power button. His finger pressed on the seek button until soft classical music filled the car. "How's that?"

All she could do was lick her lips and nod. Her heart was hammering so strongly that she would not be able to form a word anyway. It was as if her body had come to life after a long, long hibernation. She closed her eyes and immediately opened them again, to escape a vision of the two of them entwined in a passionate embrace. Naked.

She groaned.

"Everything alright?"

"Lovely." She watched him pull up in front of the restaurant, unbuckle his seat belt and shut the car off. 

"I'll be right back."

A wane smile was cast in his direction as she flipped the visor down to shield the descending afternoon sun from her eyes.

Kerry exhaled slowly and tried to regain some of her senses. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her thighs and took a few deep breaths to still her wildly beating heart. There was nothing much she could do about the buzzing she felt between her legs, so she just squeezed her thighs together and hoped it would go away.

That only made it worse.

The trunk door slammed, startling her from her misery.

"I hope you're hungry."

"You have no idea." She muttered this, more to herself than him, but he laughed before responding.

"Oh, I think I do."

His remark froze her for a moment before she dared a look at him. His eyes were dark- no, smouldering was more like it. Stephen's penetrating, unwavering gaze kindled the fires she had been fighting to keep in check for so long.

"You feel it. I know you do." He said this quietly, nonchalantly, as he reached out and placed his hand over her own that she kept tightly gripped in her lap. 

The slightest nod of her head was all she could offer in confirmation. Confirmation of what feeling, though? The evident desire he was emanating, the fire burning and now pulsating throughout her body? Or was he confirming a mutual hunger for food? was she just misreading his words and glances. She looked down at his strong, tanned hand covering hers, just inches and a slip of fabric away from a treasure she would more than willingly surrender if he would only ask.

Misreading him? No. She didn't think so.

A half smile curved on his lips as he pulled away from the curb. 

"How's Kasey?" His hand remained steadfast in her lap.

"Kasey?" His attempt at normal conversation threw her off guard. "Um. Fine. A bit perturbed that I won't be able to take Saturday's off completely once Little League starts, but he'll survive."

"My ex wants to give me Robbie- full-time."

"What??" Robbie, Kerry had learned a few months ago, was Mr.Mark- Stephen's- five year old son whom lived with his mother ever since the divorce became final two years ago.

"She says I made her life miserable by always working and I'm the reason for the split, so it's only fair to her that I take Robbie and learn what its like to be responsible for someone for once."

"Whoa. I don't know if I should say congratulations or I'm sorry."

"Congratulations, of course. I love him. I just don't know how I'm going to do it with my schedule."

"It'll all work out. You'll see."

"Once I get him she will never get him back. He can't be tossed back and forth between us at her whim."

Kerry nodded. The laughter and desire that had filled his eyes earlier was gone. His face was a mask of grim determination. "Good for you. I'm sure you two will be fine once he gets settled."

"How do you do it?" He pulled into his driveway beside an old Victorian house on the outskirts of the village, and killed the engine. "I mean, you've never mentioned a husband- or anyone except your mom before."

"My mom helps me out a lot."

"What about Kasey's dad?"

"He doesn't have a dad." Her eyes glittered with anger. She bit her lower lip and stuck her chin out defiantly.

"Test tube baby, eh?" The mirth returned to his baby blue's and he smiled.

"I wish." Kerry was not prepared to talk about the mistakes she had made when she was younger. This was happening to fast for her liking. Although, she did like it, she mused as she stared at his hand in her lap. Her lap! As if it had suddenly hit her, Kerry picked up his hand and placed it on the stick shift dividing them.

He laughed, a hearty, amused laugh. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

She grinned back at him. "Can't blame a girl for saying no."

"For now."

"You think."

"I know."

Kerry studied his mouth as he uttered the words ever so softly. Even after he stopped speaking, as he watched her, she continued to study his mouth, wondering if he was ever going to get around to kissing her sometime today. 

He leaned forward slowly, a teasing light dancing in his eyes. She missed it, of course, anticipating the moment she expected to be happening as she locked her gaze on his lips. 

"Let's eat. I'm starved." He whispered as he drew ever near her slightly parted lips, then turned and got out of the car. He grabbed the Chinese food order from the trunk before making his way towards the front door, leaving her stunned and alone in his front seat.

Moments later Kerry sat at Steve's dining room table as he waited on her hand and foot. Small talk flowed as freely as the red wine he poured, and before Kerry knew, dinner was finished, the dishes were done and the wine bottle was nearly empty. She laid the dishtowel on the counter and as Steve put away the last plate she studied his broad back, the way his torso whittled down to his well-formed butt, not too wide, not too small, Just right. His legs were muscular and lean beneath his jeans and Kerry had to clench her thighs together as a visual of the two of them in his bedroom popped into her head.

He turned around to face her, resting against the countertop. As he did so he spoke. "I've been wanting to take you out for a long time. But things have been so messed up with my ex and my life that I didn't want to complicate things further."

"It doesn't have to be complicated." With those words she came to him, again offering up her parted lips, seeking that she was so recently denied. 

Head bent, he brushed his lips lightly over hers, in the subtlest of caresses. Her mouth parted of its own volition and she moaned softly, reaching her arms up to rest around his shoulders.

After the briefest moment Stephen moved away from her. His gaze never left her face. 

She studied his eyes, looking for some sort of denial, some sign that he was not affected as much as she was by the kiss. She found instead his unchecked desire, hot and burning, smouldering within his blue eyes. It emanated from his every fibre. 

Her own emotions mirrored his apparent reaction. She answered his passion with her own needs, her own passion, and claimed his lips in another kiss. She felt his heat. She felt his need. She felt his hard on as it formed a thick knot between them. 

They melded and molded together as if they were meant to be one. So Kerry was most surprised when Stephen took great effort to separate their bodies. His breathing was tortured, his eyes heavy lidded with his desire. "I think I'd better take you home now."

"Home?" Her disappointment sounded in her response, showed in her face and in the slump of her shoulders. Her heart beat loudly in her ears. Her legs felt as though they would buckle beneath her if he released his hold. 

His restraint erupted away like a damn overflowing. Strong, sure hands came up to caress her hair, fingers entwined in her long brown curls. He tilted her head back and stared into her face. "I've wanted to do this for months." He moved his hands slowly over her shoulders, down the length of her arms and up again. He kissed her deeply then, once more coaxing her response. He moved his hand over her shoulders, down to cup her breast. He kneaded the firm supple mound gently and slowly, as if milking her response. His other hand moved slowly down her spine, pausing when he reached the curve of her lower back, as he pressed her closer to his body.

He could take her right now, he was so ready. He wanted her, wanted to feel her body writhe beneath him as he drove his hardness home. For too long he had dreamed of doing this. This. But not like this.

For a second time he pulled away, his breath ragged, as was hers. "Yes. Home. Now."

Their eyes remained locked in a visual embrace as they each caught their breath and fought for composure. 

She was the first to turn away, head down as she inspected her nails. "You're right. Kasey is probably worried about me."

"What are you two doing tomorrow?"

Her head bobbed up quickly. "The two of us?"

"Yeah. Robbie will be here. Would you like to do something? The four of us."

A slow smile spread across her face. "I don't know. I'll have to check my calendar...."

It had been a long day. Stephen and Robbie picked up Kerry and Kasey just after 7:30 a.m. They spent the day at the caverns, exploring rock formations and hiking through caves. The two boys bonded instantaneously and after a full day of being boys, and an evening of video games both were now sound asleep in Kasey's room.

Norah Jones crooned softly from speakers hidden behind large fern plants. Candles were lit and placed strategically around Kerry's living room. A bottle of Merlot sat before them on the table, nearly empty.

The steady thump of his heart beat sounded loudly in her ear as Kerry rested her head against the solid wall of his chest. Their hands lay entwined in his lap. All she had to do was move her thumb just a little north and she would be touching the hardness that now strained against and threatened to burst through his zipper. She wondered why he wasn't making a move. His body was ready, she could sense the tenseness.

"Did you have a good day?" She knew the answer to that without him even responding. The four of them had a great day. The boys got along as if they had known each other their whole lives. She and Stephen had gotten along as if it were their honeymoon. It all seemed so easy, too perfect.




Long Time Coming



"Mmmm." He kept his eyes closed.

"Is everything alright?"

"Mmmmm." He nodded slightly.

"Are you sleepy?"

He laughed outright then. "Hell, no. Sleep is the last thing I need right now."

"Oh."

"Oh? You sound disappointed?" 

"Well. I was going to suggest going to bed."

One eye opened and Steve studied her with mild amusement, mild surprise filling his expression. He feigned a yawn and stretched. "Now that you mention it..."

Kerry watched him stand up and for a moment could only stare at his hand he held outstretched to her. She questioned her sanity.

"Well?" He offered a lopsided grin and asked, "Are you coming with me or not?"

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. 

"What's wrong?" He sat back down with a sigh. "Change your mind already?"

"The kids."

"We'll just have to be quiet."

"Um. What if they wake up and see us?"

"They won't."

"But --"

"But nothing, Kerry. You worry too much."

"It's been a while."

"A while?"

"Since I did, you know, this."

"Are you worried that you've forgotten how?" He chuckled at his own joke. "It's like riding a bike. Come on and ride me."

She licked her lips and smiled. "I'm just a little nervous."

"I won't hurt you. I promise." Another smile. "C'mon, Kerry. Let me make love to you."

He leaned over and caressed the tip of her nose with his, before gently kissing her lips. She responded slowly at first, knowing where it was going to definitely lead this time. It wasn't so much the sex she was afraid of, no. It was the lack of control. It was the power he would exert. It was the ability to punish and reward. It was the manipulating of her heart. And then it was the inevitable goodbye that would come when he tired of her.

Pulling away, Kerry stared at him until he caught her gaze. "I can't do this." Here it came. Here would come the fight. The accusations, the name calling. The attempt to coerce and force her to give up her body to him. It happened before. It would happen again. He was too perfect. This would be his flaw.

"Alright." He said not another word, and settled back down on the couch, drawing her into his lap. "We'll just listen to the music then. I'll get Robbie up in a few minutes and we'll head home."

Stunned, Kerry allowed herself to be nestled into the crook of his arm, without uttering a word.

"That's it?"

Kerry couldn't see him smile as he kissed the crown of her head. "Is what it?"

"No fight?"

"Fight? To get you to make love with me? What would that accomplish?"

She said nothing.

"Unless that's your idea of foreplay?"

"Uh. Not exactly."

"Well then. No. No fight."

"Aren't you angry with me?"

He chuckled low. "Where do you get these crazy ideas? Do I act like I'm angry?"

"No."

He leaned over and looked at her face. Then kissed her soundly. "When you're ready you let me know. No worries. No pressure."

Together they sat in the darkness, with only the faintest illumination of the candles reflecting off the walls. 

When Stephen awoke it was pitch dark. And someone was sucking his cock. "Kerry?!"

"Mmmmmm-hmmmm."

"I thought I was dreaming." He tried to pull her up so he could talk to her, but she clung like a leech, sucking and slurping his full 7 inches of thick, aching cock.

"Kerry?" He noticed his pants were opened and tugged down below his hip bones. 

A sigh sounded, and with a tinge of annoyance in her voice, Kerry reminded him: "You said to let you know when I was ready."

"Yes, I did."

"I'm ready." And with that she returned to her task- literally at hand, licking the tip of his cock, running her tongue down a bit to the ridge, and down further, over the length of hard dick, and lower still, past the sparse nest of curls to where his balls lay. She gave a long, slow, wet lick then slowly slurped one into her mouth.

His hands immediately came up to grab her head and he groaned loudly, causing her to pause and chuckle as she admonished him.. "Shhhh. You'll wake the kids."

"Ohhh, damn. Kerry," he said stretching his legs out in front of him as he lifted his butt and thrust his groin towards her face.

Slowly she maneuvered up and down his hardened length, licking and kissing and sucking and nibbling with her lips as he slid easily in and out of her luscious mouth.. At the head of his cock she paused, taking her sweet time as she licked around the tip, flicking the hole with her tongue. Then she licked some more, as if she were a cat cleaning her young, lapping slowly, then with little tiny licks, then lapping long and slow again. She moved her lips against the tip as a drop of precum oozed out. She lapped that up like a kitty laps up sweet cream.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she hummed greedily, sucking the sweet liquid away. Her tongue guided and licked his hardness as she coaxed him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Slowly, she eased him out, never letting up as she sucked and slurped his thick cock. Each time the head of his dick nearly slipped away from her lips she would swoop down closer to the base, closer than she had before. 

Then, once again she would ease him out slowly, slowly, slowly, then pull him in deeper, swallowing nearly his whole length a little more, a little more, a little more each time. When his cock pressed against the back of her throat she felt him jerk and tighten as he fought hard not to fill her mouth with his cum. She relaxed her muscles and swallowed, the action milking his cock and sending him over the edge. 

He started fucking her mouth slowly at first. When she reached her hands up and slipped them beneath his butt, directing his tempo, he speeded up, pumping fast, then slow, fast then slow, until suddenly he exploded, His balls ached and his cock throbbed as he let loose a stream of cum that spurted into her mouth and down her throat. His sweet cream spilled out hot and fast, trickling out the corner of her lips. She swallowed as much as she could, moaning in pleasure as she continued to greedily suck him dry.

Moments later she lay with her head in his lap, on her knees between his legs. His fingers were tangled in her hair as he massaged her gently. "Thank you," he whispered.

"My pleasure."

"You haven't seen pleasure yet, Kerry. The night isn't over yet."

She lifted her head and gazed up at him, unable to see his face in the darkness. "We can just go to sleep. There'll be other nights." Truth be told, she enjoyed blow jobs because she maintained the control. If she let him have his way with her she would be vulnerable, at his mercy. Not a very good feeling.

"Not like this one, there won't be. Come on, lady, I've got a debt to repay." He nudged her into his arms and honed in on her lips as if she were a magnet and he was steel. 

He tasted bittersweet, faint traces of his cum lingering on her lips. He kissed her hard, recalling the pleasure she had drowned him in just moments ago. His hand came to her chin and he held her there, kissing her deeply, so deeply that she mewled softly with growing desire.

He kissed her lips, one at a time, then parted them with his tongue, ravishing her mouth with a slow, langorous tempo. Her hands came up to his chest, as if bracing herself against his onslaught. He took them both in his, and brought them over her head, easing her gently to the couch as he kept her hands pinned to the arm of the sofa. He bent his head to her breast, easily seeking out the hardened peak that protruded through both bra and cotton shirt. He nibbled it gently, and she moaned again, a little louder this time.

"Shhhh. You'll wake the kids." He laughed quietly in the dark, focusing on her other breast. After teasing the nipple through her shirt, Stephen released his hold on her hands and captured her breasts, squeezing them gently, cupping them, rubbing them with his palms. She squirmed beneath him. 

His hands slipped beneath her shirt, cool and strong against her burning soft flesh, and she moaned again. "Shhhhh," he reminded her, chuckling. 

Bra unfastened, her breasts bounced freely from the material, begging him to suckle. So he did. As he massaged one soft mound, flicking and pinching the tiny rosebud straining for attention, he suckled and nibbled on the other nub, licking and sucking just as Kerry had earlier with his cock.

She wriggled beneath him, as he straddled her, his cock growing hard once again as it pushed against her belly.

"You have to fuck me." Her voice cracked with emotion.

"I will." He murmured looking up from between her breasts. He made no movement to fuck her as directed.

"Now."

Pausing, he gazed up at her. "I'm on top, I do what I want, when I want. Lay there and enjoy it."

Vulnerable. She hated being vulnerable. "That's not funny."

"I wasn't attempting humor. Aren't you enjoying this?"

"Well. Yes."

"Well then, lay back and enjoy it."

"But..."

"But what?" He slipped a hand beneath the waist band of her jeans, beneath the thin cotton of her panties, through the tiny bed of curls, and slid between her well moistened pussy lips. "But what?" He repeated as she moaned loudly once again.

"Ohhh," was her only reply.

He slipped another finger between her lips, working the two in and out of cunt very slowly. She moaned again, pressing her pussy into his hand.

"You like?"

"Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmmm." It had been years. And now it was happening. She was about to get fucked.

"Fuck me," she whispered, in an almost pleading tone.

"Nah. Not yet." He grinned and removed his hand, bringing his fingers to his nose first to savor her musky scent, then to his lips as he sucked the appendages clean. He unbuttoned her jeans and slipped both those and her panties off her body in a few short tugs.

It was his turn to kneel on the floor. He draped each of her legs over his shoulders and rubbed his nose and mouth in the neatly trimmed bush adorning her pussy lips and her clit. His tongue peeked out and flicked the little jewel, already glistening and fat with her arousal.

Her fingers raked the couch as she thrust upward. It was like electricity surging through her body. His tongue continued to explore, slipping between her pussy lips, sliding deep inside her, slipping out, lapping up the juices, tracing her lips, laving her clit in long, slow caresses. He continued kissing and licking, probing and sucking her pussy, his hands roving up and down her body, massaging her thighs, her hips, her butt, the sensitive spots he found behind her knees.

He moved his hands tenderly over her, playing her body as if she were a musical instrument. Her love sighs were songs for his ears only. As he suckled her clit he slipped his fingers inside of her one last time, probing and rubbing, coaxing her to cum for him. She responded, her cunt shuddering and squeezing his fingers. Her body needed his cock. Her body wanted his cum. Her body sang for him, pulsing out her cum, soaking his hand and fingers. She cried out his name. 

Quickly he stopped sucking, moved his body over hers, and filled the void with his hard length of cock. He slipped in easily, welcomed by the slippery clutch of her cum soaked cunt. He moaned this time, and she echoed the sound, revelling in the perfection of their two bodies joined as one. They moved together, like the swell of the ocean against the shore. They moved together like the Sun and the Moon moves together, their timeless dance against the backdrop of the Universe.

They moved together. Then apart. Pushing and clutching. Slow and then fast. His cock fit snuggly within her pussy. Her cunt clung to his pulsing cock, aching to be filled with his seed of life. Like Yin and Yang.

And then they came. Together they came, his semen pouring forth, mixing with her own juices. Splattering hot and hard deep in her womb. They came together, neither controlling, nor demanding. They slowed together as well, neither one wanting to stop, neither of them needing to move on. Slowly they moved, slower, until they lay together unmoving, yet still joined, still one. 

He lifted his head up and searched her face in the darkness. "Are you alright?"

"Mmmmm." was all she could muster.

Pulling her close he sighed, the soft scent of sex and sweat surrounding them as surely as their limbs surrounded one another. His hand closed over one breast, massaging the flesh gently and she groaned, a louder, primal sound, rumbling from deep inside.

"Shhhhh," he kissed her softly. "You'll wake the kids."

-the end- 



Long Time Coming



Megan suggested the movie and that's how it all started. She was a grad student in Design and knew more than Troy did about such things. Besides, her tastes in movies went much deeper than his interests in college comedies and cheap action movies. They went well together though, and she taught him a lot and helped him expand his horizons. The movie was French and neither of them spoke the language but the subtitles let them understand what was taking place. Troy didn't especially like it, it was some period romance, and he would have much preferred something else but he stuck with it because she seemed to enjoy it.

They rested on the loveseat together, the room dimmed but for two candles in the center of the room. A tightly woven blanket was wrapped around them so they could share each other's warmth. 

Troy was bored by the film, which was full of gossip and soap opera style backstabbing. Much of the humor went over his head and he questioned the purpose of the film without an apparent plot. Midway through the film a young boy was spanked by a woman who seemed to be the child's stepmother. It wasn't particularly violent, the boy being bared after being taken over the woman's lap following a temper tantrum. She spanked him soundly, then caressed him as he cried over her lap. Her hand, with its slight, soft fingers, stroked his tender bottom as his cries descended to a warm softness.

Throughout this they both sat still and quiet as Megan's hand stroked Troy's knee slowly. The movie ended and they shared the cooking of dinner, Chicken Tortellini. For the rest of the evening Megan noticed a definite change in Troy. He seemed quieter, a bit meeker than she was used to.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked over the meal.

"N- nothing, hun, why do you ask?"

She appraised him, certain there was something he was hiding but let it go. When they were turning in for the evening he seemed even more reticent. Slightly upset, she pressed him further, only to hear him repeat that nothing was wrong.

Looking at him, she saw his eyes widen when she asked; "Was it the movie?"

He stuttered and froze. Megan knew she had hit upon it then. "You didn't like it?" she asked. "Why not? Was it because the boy got spanked?"

He got into bed quickly. "Just forget about it."

She slid in next to him, her cami bottoms and top sliding beneath the sheets with her. He was turned away. With a hand on his shoulder she whispered, "It's ok, you don't need to be frightened. It's what happens to a boy when his mother needs to put him in his place, it's nothing to be afraid of." He flinched when she touched him but didn't respond. "Troy," she asked, her hand stroking his hair now, "You were spanked as a child, weren't you? It's ok to tell me, I understand." 

He didn't respond or acknowledge her and only clenched himself tightly. This was a delicate topic and she knew it would take some time to get him to open up. She continued stroking him quietly, interspersing her touches with gentle kisses on his shoulder, his neck and his cheek. "Baby, talk to me. You're safe."

With a dramatic sigh he rolled over. Looking upwards at the ceiling he addressed her, "It's nothing. If I told you you'd laugh and thing I was a wimp." 

Shocked at this, she placed the warmest of kisses on his forehead, encouraging him to go on. "My mother was very strict around the house. She believed children always do best when they're raised with a firm hand across their backside." Megan nodded at this, displaying her understanding. "As you could expect, I was spanked a lot growing up, even when I became a teenager. Though I tried not to, she always made me break down and cry. Even on my sixteenth birthday she was able to bring me to tears with her hairbrush after being late to my own party."

She found this funny, the image of a maturing boy fearing his mother and her spankings even while trying to prove himself a man, though she made no sign of it. His voice wavered and grew in volume. "I always hated the spankings, I thought it was too much and hated how it made me feel. I hated being made to cry, even when I was a man and I don't think it was right."

He curled up beside her then, his cheek resting on her shoulder and she just held him that way, stroking his hair lovingly. After a long amount of quiet passed between them she spoke. Her voice was clear and direct though barely more than a whisper.

"What you experienced is natural. More boys than you know were brought up by the firm discipline of their mothers. It's a healthy part of childhood and one you never forget. As you grow to be a man you think back to those times and remember the love your mother communicated through her hand to your bare backside," she kissed his forehead again and continued. "You begin to realize how much you missed it and you feel out of sorts- confused that you no longer have that guiding force in your life. It's a very common feeling." 

He looked up at her, his wide chestnut eyes showing only the deepest of trusts and she gently stroked his cheek. "You feared your mother's spankings, didn't you sweetie?"

He nodded and she waited for him to speak. "I did...they really hurt."

"I know they did, baby. That's why your mommy spanked you. She had to teach you a lesson." He nodded willingly, not noticing her language, as well as her tone, was subtly changing as they spoke. Her voice was becoming softer, more loving. Troy found himself soothed just by watching her lips as her gentle words flowed. "As you grew older you began to miss the ritual of your mommy taking down your pants, bending you over her lap and spanking your bottom until you kicked, until you cried, until you begged her to stop, didn't you?" She looked down at the boy. His mouth was parted, eyes wide and his skin rapidly paling. She had her answer. 

She unclasped her arm from around him and, with a soft nudge, ordered him to sit up. Sitting back on his ankles, his palms on his knees, he looked at her. He still seemed too afraid to speak. She sat up to face him and held his eyes as she spoke. "Your mother isn't here anymore but I am in her place." She cautiously watched him to see if he'd react. He seemed rapt, as if lost. Placing a warm hand on his bare knee, she addressed him. "It's been far too long since you've had such discipline in your life and, as you've shown me, it's long overdue. Boys like you need a woman that will spank them even as they grow older. You never get too big for a bare bottomed spanking," he winced at the term and she inwardly smiled. She brushed the hair that hung in his eyes. "I will provide the structure, guidance and love that you've been sorely missing these past years." She paused and raised her voice slightly. "Don't misunderstand me, when I spank you it will hurt. You won't like it. In fact you'll kick your legs, yell and finally cry like you did over your mommy's lap all those years ago."

She saw him swallow nervously and patted his knee. "Up you go sweetie, it's about time we begin." He stood, his eyes never leaving hers and reached for the hem of his shirt. "Uh uh," she warned him. "Leave it on. Just your bottoms." His brow wrinkled, unsure of the reason why but he acquiesced, slipping his thumbs in the waistband of his cotton briefs and lowering them to his knees.

Megan watched as he did, her body reacting to his and he bared himself. He had a lean, strong build that she found so enticing. His legs were strong, with well formed muscles traveling up his hips. As his briefs dropped to his ankles and he stood to face her, she eyed his penis. It was a good length and well formed. She always found it to be one of the best looking ones she'd ever laid eyes on- it was almost pretty. It was half swollen now, pointed toward the ground in obvious arousal.

She rose and seated herself on the edge of the bed. Troy looked completely enraptured as she silently reached for his hand and carefully rested him against her bare thighs. He felt her warmth and groaned inwardly. She smiled to herself and, looking at him in this position, was reminded of how special and sweet he was. Though he was grown, he had always had a streak of boyishness that never left him. She heard it in his laugh, how he kissed her and the look he had when she caught him gazing at her. Here, with his rear end naked and bared to her, he couldn't deny it. His cute butt made him appear like a child. His cheeks clenched and pouted as her left hand tickled and stroked his nether regions. He chuckled slightly at this and, as her hand firmed against his backside, her right hand reassured him by gently stroking his back. 

"This is going to sting, baby. You will cry and want it to be over but I won't let up. I'm in charge now and it's now my duty to see you're well spanked. That's something I take very seriously and won't neglect any longer."

He whined audibly and, with a last rub to his soft, plump bottom, raised her palm. She struck on the dead center of his butt, a faint pink handprint blooming in the center of his seat. He didn't fight her, which surprised Megan. In fact, he seemed to resign himself to her discipline. Perhaps he admitted to himself that such treatment was just what he needed, she thought.

She delivered two more quick slaps on his butt and he croaked out tiny sounds of pain from each. The act seemed to reach a deep, feminine part of her that instinctively conveyed how right it was. That she, a strong, loving woman, would take her younger, brash and often disobedient boy over her lap and punish him in the time honored way that women have been dealing with naughty children for so long, felt nothing but natural. She gloried in the maternal feeling that coursed through her chest.

Not able to fight it, she allowed herself a lingering pinch on the plump of his left cheek, causing him to expel a chestful of air he had kept inside himself. Before he finished, she resumed her assault on his backside, landing several quick cracks to his pained bottom that brought the first signs of tears to his eyes. He hid them from her but wasn't able to slow the burn spreading across his cheeks and kicked his legs to fight off the pain.

In doing so, Megan noticed his balls resting against her smooth skin and felt the urgency of his cock growing against her legs. This warmed her, causing her sex to moisten. Not slowing, she continued, this time scolding him as her hand attacked his tender cheeks. "You'll learn what it means to behave when I get through with you young man," she taunted. "I expect to see a change in your demeanor from now on because if I don't I won't hesitate to put you over my lap and spank you like the overgrown child you are!" 

These words, couple with the shame they brought him, broke him down. His opened his mouth to let out one unbroken wail as tears streamed down his face freely. His legs scissored, displaying his genitals and anus rudely, as her hand kept a rhythm of powerful, affirming slaps to his bare rear. During his struggle, he gripped his t shirt and, with one strong yank, pulled it from his body and threw it to the floor. 

"Pleeeease," he whined. "No more! Please!" He was at a loss, pleading for any means to stop her angry hand from punishing him further. "I'm sorry! I'll be good!" He was blubbering now, just as he had the last time he was spanked by his mother in his sixteenth year. 

He did not even realize the change that had come over him. The proud man he was was consumed with the boy inside struggling for attention. He was crying, unashamed now. Megan noticed his distress and felt both pity for his cries and desire for his cock that rubbed lewdly across her lap. His cheeks had turned a deep red and as she felt the warmth of his skin, she slowed her hand until her spanks became lingering touches. 

The pain resonating in his hindquarters stopped him from feeling her touch. His nerves, flared to exhaustion by her spanking, left him numb and he lay limply across her knees crying helplessly. 

They stayed in that position for what seemed like a long time; the naked man over her lap, spanked and turned into a crying, vulnerable little boy and the loving woman, half naked and filled equally with love and desire for the male she consoled with her hand caressing his tender bare bottom. His cries slowed to soft whimpers and when he felt her hand on his shoulder, he turned to look up at her with teary, reddened eyes. No words were said, not even a sound, but volumes passed between them. As if sharing his thoughts, she removed her touch from his prone body and opened her arms to take him to her bosom. 

Unashamed, he came to her, his tears coming more rapidly now, leaving a dampness on her neck. She shushed him and held him tightly, reassuring him with her body and the wordless sounds that came from her lips. 

Her nipples, awakened by the feminine instincts loosed that evening, were hardened. One poked him playfully on his tear-stained cheek. It brushed against his face, smearing a trail of moisture across his skin before he turned to it and, with his eyes closed, his lips closed on it. He suckled softly, finding solace in Megan's nipple and finally coming to terms with what took place that night. She had reached a part of him he fought to keep hidden and addressed it as only a loving woman could. She guided him through the fire, tested him and spoke to the boy inside. He sucked happily, these thoughts circling around his flustered mind. 

She held his naked body against her and slowly rocked. As she petted his hair she noticed his erection, still full and now throbbing with each suck of her nipple. Tenderly she reached down to him and began to soothe him with her hand cupping his balls. He sighed happily at this and she found she could hold her entire hand around both of them. As he sucked she squeezed in time with him. He was very warm there and she enjoyed the feeling, the love she conveyed through her hands to him. He had become very vulnerable, even babyish, with her and she warmed to the change.

She began to stroke gently up his shaft, the tips of her fingers gliding along the taut skin of his penis. He hummed happily, uncaring of how she stimulated him. She wanted to giggle at how quickly their roles had changed. Reaching his thick cockhead, she gripped it carefully and moved her wrist so her palm brushed against the flared nerve endings on the rim of his cock. Her hand moved back down his shaft just as slowly, his lips never faltering on the raised nub of her nipple. As she stroked along his length, the tips of her fingers and her thumb pressed into the sides of the shaft, encouraging his lust. It dwelled within him, hidden by the soft, needing feelings she had pulled from him. Because of the drastic change he had faced, his sex drive was hidden beneath the layers she had uncovered. Now, just as she had with his inner boy, she brought it out of him, slowly drawing it out even as his body resisted. 

His body was responding to her ministrations slowly and he found himself panting on her nipple as the soft pad of her thumb skated over the moistened hole on the tip of his cock. "There, there now boy," she cooed to him. "Let mommy love you."

Despite his earlier shock at her words, he found himself comforted by them. As she said she would, she had taken her role, spanking him to tears and loving him as no one else ever had. He felt weak in her arms, crying just a bit more from the thought of it. 

She kissed him on the temple, her full lips pressing against his heated brow, and continued her gentle hand movements. As she squeezed him slightly, her thumb rested above his balls, at the bottom of his shaft. Tenderly, she dragged it up his length, causing him to shiver with pleasure. As she pulled on him, she pressed his face tighter to her bosom, encouraging him to suck and take comfort in her breast, as a little boy should. 

"Good boy! You're doing so well, honey," she whispered to him.

A smile formed around the edges of his lips and he was truly pleased she was so happy with him. She stroked, her lips kissing his skin and warming his heart. His sensitivity was peaking and she felt his cock press into her palm with the impatient throbbing of an inevitable orgasm. Slowly her hand glided over him. She circled her forefinger and thumb to tease the sensitive, pearl- smooth skin just below his head. 

He cried out from this and whined as the pleasure in his body forced him from her nipple. She cradled him in her arms as his climax overcame him and caused his body to twist and squirm uncontrollably. Juices shot from the tip of his cock, splashing against her breast and collecting there. She held him, one arm tightly wrapped around his neck, her other hand squeezing his inflamed penis, urging more pleasure from his organ. 

The sensations wracked his tired, sore body and he moaned, crying out. "Please, mommy! I love you!"

The words shocked her and, as his orgasm subsided and he rested peacefully against her chest, she considered them. She knew at such times men can only tell the truth and the point of orgasm is the most truthful time for any male. What he said shocked yet flattered her. He had never given her a look into this side of his personality before and was very pleased he felt close enough to her to express it. It was the most intimate thing they had ever shared. 

She eased his weakened body off her and floated off to the bathroom, as if on a cloud of air. Reaching the bathroom mirror she examined herself. She gloried in what she felt now. She'd never felt more like a woman that she did that evening. She felt vibrant, all her maternal and feminine instincts alive. She looked over her shoulder to the naked man, now reduced to a shaken and still weeping boy, that lay comfortably across her bedspread, and flushed.

Wiping the remains of his climax off her chest, she saw a change in herself in the mirror. Her breasts seemed fuller; her nipples were thickened from ardor, yet still they called out for her boy to come and suckle. She skimmed her bottoms down her legs and looked herself over. Her pussy was recently shaven, smooth with a small patch of naturally curly black hair over her slit. Her sex dripped anxiously and her clit poked out from its hood, hoping for attention. With a skip, she turned to the bedroom, prancing proudly to the bed.

She climbed atop her man, hugging him close and luxuriating in the feel of his warmed, bare skin against her sopping sex. She rubbed against him slowly, glorying in what they shared that evening. Doors had opened between them and she knew they would be better for it. They had both shared something neither of them had recognized and could only help their relationship to blossom.

Her lips pressed to his neck and he yielded to her, baring his flesh for her to taste. He was reacting now, as she had hoped, as a man should for a woman. His erection was eager against her and, not able to hold back any longer, she slowly eased it into her.

He exhaled loudly, thankful for the attention and pulled her to his chest. Sweat gathered between them and silently in the darkness she rode him as a lover. They shared several deep, satisfying climaxes before they fell asleep in each other's embrace.



Long Time Coming



Tyler Mathis got up from his desk and prepared to pack up. It was Thursday afternoon and he had given his assistant the rest of the week off. It was a good idea since he was not going to be at work Friday. It was the weekend of his 20th high school reunion. At first glance, it would not seem that he would be that old, but the years had been kind to him. Tyler was a district supervisor at a shipping company. He had nearly 10,000 personnel in his division. Normally, men with that type of position were older-looking with a beer belly and gray hair.

But Tyler stayed in shape as much as possible. He stood six feet two inches tall and weighed just less than 240 pounds. What puzzled a lot of people was that he was 38 but never married. Most people thought he was a player, but the true answer was that he was committed to his job. He spent nearly sixty hours a week in the office. Sometimes he had been known to drive a load over the weekends in a pinch. The benefits were there, because his employer had compensated him nicely and were very grateful to him. His workers were even grateful to him and repaid him by having the highest safety rating company-wide. It was said that if you wanted a package to get to the moon safely and quickly, call Tyler.

Tyler was missing that key component in his life. He was still single. There were a few women that caught his eye, but none of them measured up. They were usually interested in his paycheck or trying to hook him into marriage. His last relationship ended in a nasty breakup, leaving him scarred and distrustful of women. That was over a year ago. He walked over to his coat rack to put on his overcoat. There was a chill in the air but it was still comfortable. As he rode the glass elevator down to the ground floor, he noticed that most of his night shift drivers were there early. Their headlights shone through the dusk. He exited the elevator and walked over to the dispatch office. The electronic board showed that there was a cold front coming in and that the drivers would have to take alternate routes. He listened as the drivers sat down with transparencies and crayon pens. They traced their routes and logged them in with the dispatchers.

Tyler waved goodbye to them and stepped out into the crisp air. He was appropriately dressed in a pair of black pants, ankle high boots and a sweater. He hopped into his truck and drove towards his hometown. The expressway wasn't crowded and he was well into his journey when he noticed a blue sports car ahead of him. The driver was a cute looking sister and there was something about her silhouette that was familiar to Tyler. As he pulled ahead of her, she honked her horn at him. Tyler didn't think anything of it as he settled back into a nice pace.

The car was actually keeping up with him and he just figured that she was following because she was trying to keep pace and make better time on the road. He wasn't driving too fast; actually he was five miles over the posted speed limit. There was ninety minutes left on his trip and he figured that he would get there around ten o'clock at night. His would lose his riding companion before then since his hometown was pretty small. Nobody ever happened to just be in the neighborhood when they came through there. He slipped in his favorite CD (Anita Baker-Rapture) and set the cruise control. If he timed it just right, he could get to the hotel in time to call his parents and tell them he made it okay. Tyler knew that they wanted him to stay with them, but at the same time, they didn't need him waking them up when he came in from the weekend festivities. There was a full slate scheduled and he intended on having a good time.

As Tyler reminisced about his high school days, the memories came rushing back. He had a few close friends back then and actually kept in touch with some of them. But for the most part, his trips back home were few and far between. He wondered how many of his classmates would rent a car for the weekend to impress people. His truck was definitely not a rental. It was clean, but it also said that the owner drove it for work, not show. He was glad that he didn't pack any of his nicer clothes this weekend. He just wanted to chill out and that was hard to do in a suit all weekend. 

The sweet sounds of Anita Baker filtered through the stereo as he pulled off the interstate. Tyler figured it would be best to fill the tank while he was close to a gas station. The gas was a little higher, but he didn't mind. The attendant came out to take his money (definitely a small town) and told him that the pump wasn't on automatic shut off. Tyler smiled a little and turned to start pumping his gas. He was quite surprised to see the little sports car from earlier pull up to the pumps. Maybe now he would see who that silhouette in the window reminded him of.

The driver opened her door and swung out. Tyler was immediately sent on some cosmic time traveling journey. The driver of the sports car was none other than Shonda Calloway! She had been one of the finest things in high school and no one ever got with her. There were rumors that she would whup your ass if you even thought about touching that butt. She was built like a stallion back in the day and nothing seemed to have changed. The breasts still sat up firm as ever except now they had a little sag to them. Tyler guessed some things were inevitable. Shonda flashed Tyler a smile as reached for the gas pump. Her greeting seemed quite genuine. She told him that she was on her way to the reunion and had not seen him in years. It was fifteen years to be exact. The last time Tyler saw her, he was driving his mother home from a doctor's appointment and he saw her at a traffic light.

Shonda obviously took care of herself because she looked like a cross between a beauty queen and a porn actress. This was the kind of woman that men dreamed about. She was pretty in a wholesome way, but you knew that this sister could put a hurting on you in the bedroom! She just oozed sensuality as she bent over to pump her gas. The high heeled boots that she wore accentuated her legs and the jeans accentuated her ass. Tyler was thinking that she didn't even act as though she was an attractive woman. That was what always attracted him to her. She had that inner confidence and glow.

After he pumped his gas, Tyler walked over to her and caught up on her life. Shonda told him that she had been married briefly after she graduated from high school to someone that she met in the military. It didn't pan out too well and she eventually ended up divorcing him and going to Germany. Her tour ended a few months ago and she took an early out. They had a fifteen year old daughter and she was staying with her grandmother for the weekend. Tyler told her that he had not been married yet, but he wasn't giving up hope just yet. To Shonda, it seemed as though there was a certain twinkle in his eye when he said that. She dismissed it as her mind imagining things. She told him that she was staying at the same hotel that was the headquarters for the reunion. Both of them apparently were in the same place. Shonda really hoped that they would be able to spend some more time together. They talked about how different some people would be acting after all of this time. It would definitely be a weekend to remember.

Tyler called his parents to tell them that he had made it safely there. He told his father that he would be there for breakfast in the morning. His mother would be happy, since she liked to cook large breakfasts. They had grandchildren that spent some weekends with them and it was a rare weekend that there wasn't someone at the dinner table. Shonda's ass swayed to a rhythmic beat as she walked off. It was like swinging candy in front of a three-year old. Tyler was a man who liked his curves and Shonda had them in abundance. 

Deep down, he knew that nothing would happen between them. Tyler had been attracted to her for many years and he assumed that she was snatched up. He wasn't even sure that he could compete with anyone else for her affections. The strange thing was, as much as he wanted to sleep with her, his mind was thinking about the bigger picture. His heart was lonely and he was ready to settle down. Could a quick weekend of passionate sex lead into a lifetime of happiness? Should he even be thinking that question?

That was the problem. Women were allowed to think about things like that, but men were supposed to get their freak on without remorse. Somebody never told Tyler that. His hormones had gotten the better of him for several years and that was how he soothed his aches and pains. The clicking sound of Shonda's boots drew him out of his reverie. She told him that she wanted to race to the hotel, since Tyler tried to leave her on the highway.

Tyler grinned as she got into her sports car. He knew that there was no way that he would let her beat him to that hotel. He asked her what the stakes were. She thought for a moment and said that if she won, he would have to take her out to dinner. Before she could say anything else, he told her that if he won, he would get the chance to cook her a sumptuous home cooked meal. Tyler figured that either way, she would get a meal out of the bet. She accepted and told him that her MOS in the military was transportation, so she was good with a steering wheel. Having said that, she sped off, kicking up a cloud of dirt and gravel.

She had a good lead on her by the time he got out of the station lot and onto the roadway. But what she didn't know was that the road she was traveling down was no longer a straight shot to the hotel. Tyler smiled when he thought back to the map in the dispatch room that showed where roads were blocked or inaccessible in the area. He let her drive off at a frantic pace and smiled to himself. He knew that if he took the right detour, he would be there well before she figured out the road obstruction. Tyler listened to some unknown jazz singer sing of love lost and dreams of tomorrow. He was really into the flow of the song when he pulled up to the front entrance of the hotel.

The marquee welcomed them to the 20th reunion and he noticed quite a few people were milling around in the lobby. He really didn't like the idea of paying a valet to park his truck, but he also knew that the valet was probably a kid trying to make some extra cash. He slid out of the seat and grabbed his luggage from the crew cab section of the truck. Tyler gave him a ten dollar bill. He was glad that he packed light and wondered how far along Shonda was. As if to answer his unspoken question, Shonda drove up just as he walked through the main entrance. He was able to see the reflection of her sports car in the glass doors. He was going to wait for her, but he didn't want it to seem like he was rubbing it in.

He approached the front desk and began the check-in process. The clerk was very helpful and she told him that she had placed him on the sixth floor. There was a maid a butler that came with the floor, but the butler was out sick tonight. She told me that if there was anything else the staff could do for me during my stay, all I had to do was simply ask. I noticed Shonda was also checking in at the front desk and walked over to talk with her for a moment. Apparently, they had placed her near the elevator and she wanted them to change for obvious reasons. They told her that they did have room on the sixth floor on the end of the hallway. The clerk told her that they would comp the extra cost. Things were starting to look up after all; at least there would be one friendly face on my floor.

Shonda had several bags and since he was raised to be courteous whenever possible, Tyler waved over a bellman. Tyler asked him for a luggage cart and slipped him a ten dollar bill as well. That was just enough to be remembered if he needed something during this weekend. Tyler grabbed both sets of luggage and swung them onto the cart. Before Shonda could object, he had already flashed a smile at her. 

She immediately asked Tyler why he did that. It was obvious that she was still an independent woman. His response set her back a little. Tyler told her that a gentleman is always one, especially when it is unexpected. Her mind started to think. Shonda couldn't remember any one treating her that way. There was that cross training session in Germany where the other officers made sure that she had everything she needed whether they were in class or not. But Shonda always thought it was because European men simply wanted to sleep with her. Tyler may have wanted to sleep with her, but he didn't strike her as a pussy hound that chased women all over the place. There was something about him that was kind and gentle.

Tyler held his breath as they walked over to the elevator deck. He knew that he was taking a big chance by putting her luggage on the cart. Some of these simple minded people would assume that they were married, or at least a couple. If they did, it would be his situation to handle, since he started it. Shonda asked him how he knew where the detour was. They entered the elevator and he told her that he saw his drivers plotting alternate routes earlier this evening. It was a matter of remembering where the detours were that would affect his trip this weekend. They made more small talk about how much the town has changed in twenty years. They agreed to visit the ballroom after they got settled in. Apparently, there was a little get together for the reunion.

Tyler noticed the bellman had a look of disbelief on his face. The bellman looked to be about nineteen or twenty years old. The bellman was sneaking peeks at Shonda and must have been confused. She didn't look like a normal thirty-eight year old. He body looked like she was in her mid-to-late twenties. A slight smile came over Tyler's face as he imagined the conversation that the bellman would have with his buddies after this elevator ride. In time, the bellman would learn to keep things like that to himself. There was no need to let everyone know what you were thinking all of the time. Maybe he would have a little friendly chat with him before the weekend was over. It would be nothing personal or unprofessional, but a chat to let him know that there were some things that young men needed to look out for.



Long Time Coming



I had known Mel for ages, and had fancied her from afar for ages also. She was slim, smallish, had blondeish hair and a decent figure, but little breasts, which she had yakked on about continuously, since I had known her. Last week, I got a call out of the blue from her, saying that as she was going South soon to get a new job, so she wanted to come and visit me, and tie up loose ends. I had a new house, and she'd like to spend some quality time, seeing me, and the new 'pad'. It was agreed that she'd come on Friday night, and we'd go to the local for a few hours.

Friday night came, and I cooked a little something for her, so we could eat before the pub, and Mel arrived, knocking enthusiastically. She was wowed as she came in the front door, and burst into the lounge, eager to see what I had acquired. 

Mel was an amateur artist, and seemed to be impressed with the new art I had on the wall. She looked fine, even though I hadn't seen her for ages. Her hair was browner, and she had still got that good figure I had fancied. Her great smile lit up her face, and I felt an old stirring in my crotch, as she hugged me, tightly. Maybe Mel felt it also, because she broke off the hug, with a twinkle in her eyes. I took her through to the kitchen and she took off her coat and I hung it up, revealing her slim body and tiny breasts, clothed in a tight T-shirt, with a knee-length denim skirt. I could see no bra, and her tiny breasts pressed against the cotton. Although she had small breasts, Mel had always had a great arse, and it showed today in her skirt. I ran my eyes over her approvingly, and she caught the look, and smiled appreciatively. "Hi, I have missed you!" she said, as she touched my arm. 

She said her boyfriend was at home, being boring, so she didn't plan to get back too soon, which suited me just fine. Mel went into the lounge, so I put on the kettle, then sat opposite her as she was on the settee. We talked a little at first, and Mel yawned a few times and stretched her arms, causing her pert nipples to push through the cotton T-shirt. 

From where I was sitting, the cut in her skirt had widened and I could see past her knees and to her smooth thighs. We talked more, catching up on old times and Mel sank lower into the soft settee, her skirt riding up her legs. As time wore on, Mel's upper thighs began to make an appearance, and even if Mel realised this, she made no attempt to cover herself up. Then, Mel told me to sit beside her, as she wanted to tell me an old secret. Of course I joined her, so sitting by her, I again ran my eyes over the former object of my desires, appreciating her slim form. 

As I leaned towards her to hear this secret, Mel kissed me. Giggling, she said, "There, I've always wanted to do that." My cock stirred once more and leaning towards her again, I reached out and kissed her also, on her sweet lips. I confessed that I'd always wanted to do that, but Mel surprised me by saying, "There's other things I've always wanted to do, also." With this, she reached out and placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing the material in a circular motion. We kissed some more, and I reached out to touch her tummy that had started to show as she sprawled in the settee. She tensed slightly, but let me continue, and I felt her warm skin. 

Mel's hand started to wander, slowly moving towards my hardening crotch, until finally she traced her fingers over the stretched material. I took this as a sign to go further so moved my hand upwards from her tummy towards her breasts as her slim fingers began to concentrate on the tip of my cock. Mel's nipples rose to meet my fingers, feeling hard and very erect, and although there wasn't much of a rise of a breast, they seemed very sensitive, as Mel squirmed under my touch. 

We broke off from kissing, and Mel turned towards me, a smile on her face. She parted her legs and I moved my hands to her thighs, visible now as she had squirmed them into view. I slowly slid my hands up her smooth, warm skin, watching her face all the time. 

As I got higher, Mel leaned back into the settee, spreading her legs apart further, and I felt a warmth towards the top of her thighs. Suddenly my fingers felt the beginnings of some damp hair. Mel looked at me and smiled, "I didn't put any kickers on; I didn't plan to have them on long, anyway." 

She pulled open her skirt and something I had dreamed about for ages came into view. Mel's pussy was already quite wet, inner lips protruding, and glistening red against her pale skin. It was a sight I couldn't believe and I knelt between her legs and kissed her. Mel gasped, pulled off her T-shirt, then pushed my head into her lap. She tasted as sweet as her other lips, and I ran my tongue along her moist slit. 

Mel sprawled back further and positioned herself so that her fanny was on the edge of the settee, allowing me easier access to her labia. She parted her legs more, and I slipped two fingers alongside my tongue, slowly finger-fucking her, listening to her moans. Finding her little clitoris, I nibbled on it, hearing her moans, then burrowed my face into its swollen folds. 

As I was licking and kissing her depths, Mel started to pant and told me that she needed to come, so I increased the pace, feeling the moisture building up and dripping down my chin. Suddenly, she tensed and started to moan, all the time pressing my head into her, and I felt her pussy walls contracting around my tongue. Her lips actually seemed to grow bigger, and her clitoris perked its head free of its surroundings into my waiting mouth. 

"God that was intense!" Mel gasped, "I need more of that before I go!" I sat up and she lay back against the settee, raised her arms, making her small breasts rise, then parted her legs more, and placed her hand on her pussy. "It's so hot, but I want to feel something else in there, not just your tongue!" 

She looked at me as I knelt beside her, "Come on, get your clothes off! I want to see that body, I've lusted after it for years!" Needing no excuse, I ripped off my jeans and shirt, but Mel stood up, and stopped me before I could pull my boxer shorts down. "No, I've always wanted to do this," she said. My cock was busting to be let out, but Mel knelt down, caressing my cock and balls, and slowly pulled them down, until my cock was free, pointing at her face. "Oh, I love this view! I've dreamed of this for years!" 

She held my cock in her slim fingers and slowly pulled the foreskin back revealing my cock, the end glistening. She brought it closer to her face and extended her tongue out to taste the end. Her tongue flicked the end, and I could feel her warm breath. Mel fixed her eyes on mine, then opened her mouth wide and took my cock into it. 

She closed her mouth and started to suck gently. God, it felt good! One hand started to rub the shaft, and the other caressed my balls. It felt like she was swallowing my cock, and I had to keep a hold on myself to stop me blasting her head off! Mel started to speed up her wanking, and she matched it with her sucking. I could feel my cum rising all too quickly. As she sucked, her hand was a blur, and she sucked the leaking juices into her mouth.

My balls choked and let go, and I felt my cum blast out into Mel's welcoming mouth. She looked amazed but started to guzzle it down, swallowing frantically. Her hand slowed, but started a milking action, she looked determined to get every last shred of cum from me. The pleasure was incredible, so I held her bare shoulders, almost falling on the floor. 

The flow stopped and Mel broke off, looking at me with raw lust in her eyes, and a mouth full of my cum, which she swallowed, then grinned at me. "Oh, I've wanted to do that for awhile!" She went back to my cock and licked all around it, cleaning it and delving under my foreskin, until my knees started to weaken, and I said that we needed to lie down.

Recovering quickly, I pulled Mel to the stairs and pushed her ahead of me. As she walked, I buried my fingers in her soaking pussy, feeling her juices running down my wrist and her thighs, and Mel giggled. We reached my bedroom, so I withdrew my hand, licking the wetness and Mel jumped onto the bed, lay across it and spread her slim legs. 

Falling on her, we kissed and held each other, relishing the feel of our warm skin together. Then Mel rolled out from under me and, moving up the bed, knelt astride my face, positioning her still-wet pussy above my face. I reached up, spread her fattened lips and plunged my tongue into her again. Mel squealed and threw back her head, and I could feel the heat building again, as her pussy began to throb around my face. Whilst I was working away, Mel leaned forward and started to coax my cock back into readiness. I felt another hard-on coming and Mel carefully sucked it to strength. "I want to feel this inside me," she cooed, grinding her fanny against my mouth, "I want to feel your hardness slide into me." 

My cock felt huge, and breaking off from her soaking vagina, I saw that it looked huge in her small hands. Taking this to be the time, Mel climbed off me, and stood by the bed. She then sat next to me, leaned over to kiss my cock, and said, "Let us begin!" Standing up she rubbed her hand through her pussy lips, then licked her fingers. 

Just the sight of that was enough to set me off and I pulled her to me, pushed her back onto the bed, lifted her legs over my shoulders and viewed the delicious hole that I was about to penetrate. I pushed her legs further apart and moved my face closer to her, inhaling her aroma. Carefully, I stuck out my tongue and licked the stretched rim of her pussy and heard Mel gasp. Her red pussy lips were dripping with her juice, and I sucked it from her. 

Looking up, I could see the lust in her eyes, so I carefully replaced my tongue with my cock end at her opening. Mel, gasped and watched me as I slowly pushed myself through her slit, my cock end disappearing. Her wet lips parted around my cock, and we heard the squelching as her pussy sucked on me. All the time, Mel was gasping that she could feel my cock sliding further and further up her. I'd never considered myself to be well-endowed, but Mel was gasping that this was more than what she was used to, and she felt very full. Then, I was in to the hilt! Mel looked at me, her face red, and her eyes staring. 

Looking deep into her eyes, I started to pull my cock out. Mel started to gasp again, so I pulled out quickly, then, just before I could get out fully, I pushed my cock back into her. Mel's eyes nearly popped out, so I repeated the action, pushing her legs further apart, and holding onto her knees and hips. Once more, I started to withdraw and watched my cock slide out of her pussy. The shaft glistened in the light, and it dripped Mel's juices onto my balls. Marvelling at this sight, I plunged forward again, causing Mel to sigh heavily. Again and again I withdrew, sometimes nearly all the way, sometimes only halfway, but always slamming my cock back into her, hearing Mel pant and whimper, her eyes closed. 

Suddenly, Mel said that she wanted to be turned over, so I withdrew, and she got onto her knees, her legs shaking from our fucking, her moisture still dripping down her thighs. She spread her legs more, placed her head on the pillow and, turning her head to me, said, "Fuck me hard from behind!" 

Placing my cock against her opening, I pushed it into her, until my cock head was in, then paused, feeling her tight pussy grasp me. Mel moaned again, and begged, "Come on, fuck me deeper, please!" I then pushed further into her, gripping her hips; then placing one arm around her waist, I moved the other up to her sensitive breasts. Whilst I withdrew and got into another steady fucking rhythm, I rolled her nipples between my fingers. They were hugely erect, and Mel started to shudder through my ministrations. Moving my other hand, I moved my fingers to her pussy at the front, and focused on her clitoris, flicking it with my fingertips.

Mel was groaning and panting, and her juices were gushing all over my fingers and cock, causing the squelching to get louder, and I could feel her legs starting to wobble on the bed. I speeded up our fuck rhythm until, suddenly her legs gave way, and we fell forward, my cock still in her. Mel panted, "No, don't take it out, I'll turn over and you can fuck me that way." 

Carefully, we turned around, my cock still lodged into her fanny, and she opened her legs again so I could place them either side of her head. Before I could start again, Mel looked at me and said, "I want you to fuck me like there's no end. I want you to cum in me, then I want to see it drip out of me." I couldn't believe this was the same girl I had met 6 years ago. She had been 18, naïve, and fresh from her local high school, yet now she was here telling me to fuck her. 

Grasping her hips, I withdrew slightly then powered my cock back into her receptive pussy, hearing the squelch as I did so. I did it again, speeding up my rhythm until Mel started to moan again. I was starting to pant also, and Mel joined in, varying her pitch from low to high (we're both musicians!). 

Mel suddenly said that she needed to put her legs down, so, lowering them, then spreading them again, I resumed our fuck pace. I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm, and hoped that Mel was approaching hers, but then I needn't have worried because suddenly Mel started to pant louder, and grip the bed tighter, screaming that she was coming. I carried on fucking her, watching Mel writhe beneath me, and I could feel her pussy walls contracting and relaxing around my cock. My cum was rising, but I held back as much as I could because I was enjoying watching Mel wriggle, muttering words and panting alternately. 

Then, I couldn't hold back any longer and I started to cum into Mel's hot, wet pussy. Despite her earlier blow-job, I felt like I was spurting pints into her, and Mel was screaming that she wanted it all. My flow started to abate, and as my arms were twitching from the exertion, I lay on top of Mel, feeling her hot, sweating body, against mine. My cock stayed inside Mel, and she kissed me fondly. She looked at me, as we hugged each other on the bed, then said, "I needed that. I've wanted it since I met you, and I want it all over again." 

Some things are worth waiting for!



Long Time Coming



Chrissi worked the early shift. Since I'd been hired I'd been drawn to her, though she wasn't a conventional beauty. She was roughly 5'7" with straight, ruddy blonde hair which fell just beyond her slightly slouching shoulders. She always wore a long-sleeved shirt under her uniform polo; this pressed her large tits close to her frame and made them appear fuller. Her ass - always beneath tan corduroys - was tall and flat; somehow I couldn't keep myself from watching it sway when she walked. Her lightly freckled face was round and rolled to a weak chin. Her sunny blue eyes and innocent smile were offset by the parted pout of her full mouth. There was something unusually provocative in the way she carried herself. Perhaps it was because Chrissi was a mother of one and staunchly conservative at her core that I so enjoyed envisioning her in wanton coitus. But it wasn't that I wanted to defile her - I pondered this long and deeply for three and a half months. It wasn't the thought of Chrissi's humiliation or subjugation that aroused me, it was that of the nature which her Christian demeanor concealed being freed by my advances. I worked with many women, a good deal of them universally attractive and openly sexual; but it was childish, closed-up little Chrissi who moved me most. But I never moved upon her.

Before her I was a coward. 

One afternoon in December, I was clocking out and overheard a conversation about two of my co-workers. The employees in question had been fired after having been discovered inside a shelter they'd built outside near the fenced-in retaining pond. The talk I heard was all negative, but I found those recently-terminated co-workers' ingenuity fascinating. I resolved to find this shelter and have a look inside. 

I lived in an apartment complex behind the store. As I left the parking lot that day on my way home, I saw, Karen, one of my team leaders standing on the other side of the fence which encircled the retaining pond. It was snowing lightly, and she was hugging herself for warmth. I guessed she was standing near the shelter and figured she had probably had the same inclination as I. I waved to Karen and approached the fence to find the gate open.

"Hi," I said.

"Are you off?" Asked Karen.

"Yeah. I'm on my way home."

Karen grinned. "Have you seen the shelter?"

"No," I replied, "but I heard someone talking about it. I wanted to come out here and look at it."

"I didn't even know it was here. Chrissi and I just came out to find it."

I looked at the shelter. It seemed little more than a leafy hump in the reeds. "I walk this way every day and I've never seen it," I said, "It's pretty smart, actually." Karen only rolled her eyes in my direction and offered me a grimace that said she wasn't so sure about that. "I'm gonna go inside," I said. But now Karen was walking back across the parking lot toward the store. I shrugged, stuck my hands in my coat pockets, and crouched to fit through the low entrance of the makeshift shelter.

There, I found Chrissi. She was hunched with one hand on the bare earth before her. A flashlight had been pushed into the ground. It was on, and in its meager light our shadows were huge.

"Hey," I said, a little surprised.

"Hey," chimed Chrissi. She fixed me with a wet-eyed grin. Her face was rosey with the cold.

"I just heard someone talking about this. What do you think?"

"I don't see how anybody found it, really," said Chrissi. Her slight southern accent was regional. "I'd never known it was here."

"Yeah. I was just telling Karen that."

"It was the parking lot cameras." This she said with a species of pride. "LP saw them and told Charlene."

"Well, really, what do you expect when they're not allowed to come inside?" I referred to the employees who'd been fired, utility workers who worked on the parking lot all day. "I'd be building a hut, too, in this cold."

Chrissi nodded. She looked around the shelter. I was stymied for more to say. The silence was awkward for me, but I felt it mustn't be worrying Chrissi in the least. She always seemed to regard me with such levity. It was galling - especially now.

Finally, Chrissi asked, "Did Karen go in?"

"Yeah," I said. I dragged my lecher's gaze over her mouth, her little nose, her bright eyes moving to meet mine. And then, to my wonder, she lowered one knee, leaning toward me, and her lips met mine as she sat down on the moist ground.

I wasted no time in responding, but I was utterly shocked. I moved to embrace her, opening my mouth to her slow-questing tongue. Her lips were wonderfully soft and her breath was cool. Chrissi put one hand on my shoulder as I sat down beside her. When we broke our kiss, she only looked at me. I said, "Uhm," and then she was kissing me again.

Her pillowy mouth on me, her hand brushing my cheek; I couldn't help but reach to cup one of her heavy breasts. She murmured into my mouth and, with little difficulty, reached behind her to unclasp her bra. I bent to kiss her pale throat and pushed her up her shirts. Her breasts were perfect. No marks at all from her pregnancy. Her big pink bra hung loose and I fairly tore it aside to get at the rotund flesh beneath. There were little freckles in the valley between Chrissi's tits. I reveled in her sharp little breaths as I thumbed a nipple, bent to kiss the natural swell, pressed her tits together and sucked a worshipful trail across them. When Chrissi put her hand on my cock I jumped. I was so hard it hurt. At last - at long last - I twirled my tongue around Chrissi's pert nipples, and she drew her nails up and down along my zipper. I pulled her against me, feeling her tits, her warm pulse, and kissed her again. Her hand pulling my belt was eager, real, thoughtless. She was lusty. I wondered, disbelieving. How long had this been between us? How had I failed to notice?

Now my jeans were unbuttoned. But I made myself resist. I didn't want to waste any bit of Chrissi. I moved, crouching before her, and pushed her gently onto her back. She smiled with closed eyes and stroked my hands as I unbuttoned her cords and pulled them off. Beneath her plain cotton panties, Chrissi was modestly trimmed. I clamped my lips over her, taking no time to stroke her smooth, opaline thighs or to tongue the faint mole above her blooming vulva. She seemed to appreciate my zeal. I spread her lips with my hand and lapped between them, my tongue skating hungrily over her clit, and Chrissi sat up a bit to twist her fingers into my hair. As I played my tongue over her moistening pussy, she began to move with me and to suppress moans deep in her throat. I alternated, first slowly stroking her vulva, then licking from the base of her open pussy to the top, always working one finger diligently over her clit. To my surprise, she came quickly. Her legs tensed and she shook, unable to stop a loud groan of release escaping her lips, and then she sat up, her throat wet with sweat, and I rose to my knees.

Chrissi kissed the corner of my mouth, my throat, pushed my shirt up to run her hands across my chest, and then picked up where she had left off opening my fly. Her expression was one of intense focus as she pushed my pants down around my hips to finally get at my rock hard prick. I watched her intently, hands on her shoulders, as she leaned in, her bee-stung lips parting over my cock to close sumptuously well below the base of the head. She bobbed on my dick with delicious fervor. She placed both hands on my hips and tilted her head a bit to the left. I pushed her hair aside so I could watch my cock disappearing into that beautiful mouth. She worked me noisily, tongue whirling, lips dragging a red stain along the length of my glistening shaft, and I sighed as unbelievable pleasure thundered through me. Then Chrissi opened her mouth and my dick slid out with a little rope of saliva drooping between the head and her lower lip.

She was beautiful in the half-light. I raged inside; now I would fuck her.

She fell beneath me, legs splayed, brown round-toed shoes nearly touching the shelter ceiling, white socks pulled up to her ankles, and I closed my eyes as I pushed myself into her. That first entrance was sweet and electric. I wanted to live in it forever. I ran my dick inside Chrissi, looking into her face as she panted, my jeans still just below my ass. I fucked Chrissi on the bare ground, at one point sitting up and grabbing her hips in a panic to sink deeper. She was warm and pale and she fairly screamed beaneath me. After so long, after seeing her so often in my masturbatory fantasies, now I was pumping into her unbelievable pussy with her legs on my shoulders and her strawberry blonde hair pooled around her head, and watching her croon and bite her lips as another orgasm took her. It was paradise. 

Chrissi was multi-orgasmic. Her pussy tightened around my dick and her body quivered beneath me as she rode wave after wave of climactic bliss. She was lucky, and I was lucky to be inside her. I rocked into her until I couldn't stand to anymore. My balls were tightening unbearably. Unfortunately, I had no condom. By the time I was able to force myself to pull out of her warm, wet heaven, I was so pent up that my first shot of semen flew all the way up to hit Chrissi on the chin. Chrissi pulled herself up and opened her mouth as I gripped my dick and jerked my load onto her stomach, tits, and face. A bit of it landed dark on her uniform polo. The release was fantastic. I spasmed with its power. It was easily the best fuck of my life. And the sight of sweet, godly Chrissi, round facial features limned in the glow from the flashlight, lapping up my cum as her bare white tits swayed and she slowly fingered herself is one I will see while I jerk off until I am unable to jerk off anymore.

After that day, Chrissi and I met three times more for animalistic sex. Our affair was brief, as she left the company I worked for and we never spoke again. Now I am engaged to be married, and only secret I keep from my betrothed is that I still sometimes see Chrissi's face as we make love - and I know I always will.



Long Time Coming



Her heart was racing. She knew she should be sleeping but she couldn't. Tomorrow it was finally going to happen. After eight long years, she was finally going to be in his arms.

She paced. Stopped & looked out the window to the french style courtyard. Images danced in her mind. Images of all the video chats they had shared over the years. The twinkle in his eyes when he smiled at her. The sound of his voice when he would say "Hello Beautiful." The sound of his laugh. All experienced from a distance. But not for long.

He was thinking about her, she could feel it. She always could. She could feel his arms reaching for her. Holding her. It made her smile. As if on cue, she received a text message on her phone.

"Hello Beautiful. All settled in?"

She typed back. "Yes baby. Wish you were here."

He replied, "Me too. Soon baby. Sweet dreams."

"Good Night Handsome. See you soon."

With that she closed her eyes & drifted off into a wonderful, peaceful sleep.

She awoke to the sound of her cell phone ringing. "Without you I am incomplete." sang her phone. She laughed. It was him.

"Good Morning Beautiful. This is your wake up call. Would you like some coffee?"

"Yes please." she answered.

"I have a meeting this morning but I should be there shortly." She could hear the excitement in his voice. She wondered if he knew what it was doing to her.

She jumped into the shower. Taking time to wash every inch of her body. She wanted to be his fantasy come true. 

"Now, what to wear?" she thought. She could wear just a smile, which was his favorite outfit, but she wanted to tease him a bit. Let him see but not see. She chose an almost see through short robe. Just enough to hide the best parts of herself.

She was more than ready for him when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it, and held her breath.

"Coffee delivery." he said as he walked through the door and smiled. He put the coffee down on the table, took her into his arms and kissed her deeply.

She felt weak in the knees. She was lost to him.

"Did you forget to tell me you were so tall?" he asked.

She laughed & kissed him again.

He moved his hand down the front of her body & untied her robe. His hands wandered up to her shoulders & pushed it to the floor.

He stepped back, admired her & smiled.

"One of us seems to be wearing far too many clothes." she whispered.'

"Yes ma'am." he said as he started peeling off his clothes.

They stood there, holding each other, breathing in each other. Knowing this fantasy was real.

He guided her backwards towards the bed. Laying her down on her back, waiting. He slid down next to her, taking her nipple in his mouth. Gently nibbling it. She moaned. His mouth was so warm. She wanted him. All of him.

His hands traveled down her body. Hungrily searching for what he had waited for for so long. He slid a finger between he swollen lips. She was so wet. His finger dances around her already throbbing clit. She grinds her hips towards him, making his finger ride her love button. She moans loudly.

He takes her hand & guides it down to his cock. She smiles. It is so much thicker than she thought. It feels so good in her hand as she slides up & down along the shaft. He moans.

"Fuck me please." she begs.

He climbs between her long legs, sliding his throbbing cock between her waiting pussy lips. The head of his cock teases her clit, sending shivers through her body. She has wanted this for so long. She was so close to cuming, just from having him working the tip of his cock into her tight pussy.

"I can't believe how tight & wet you are." he said as he pushed his cock deep inside her. The rings of her pussy stretched as he pushed harder. A bit of pain but oh so much pleasure. He started sliding in & out of her. Grinding into her. She dug her fingernails into his back as she had her first of many orgasms. She soaked him in her juices. The scent of sex filled the room.

He pulled out of her & smiled as he got up & then sat down in the chair by the desk.

He crooked his finger at her. "Come her & ride me. We have to do this."

She smiled & obeyed. She slid down on his still hard cock, wrapping her legs around him & the chair.

He moaned. "Do you know how many times I have imagined doing this? Watching you. Feeling you. Tasting you. Sucking on your beautiful nipples as you ride me. God this feels so good."

"I have always felt you there. I could feel your arms around me. Feel your cock buried deep inside me." she said as she continued to ride him.

"I would close my eyes and I could almost feel this warm tight pussy. But this is far better than any fantasy."

She kissed him deeply and shuddered in orgasm.

When she had strength in her legs again they moved over to the bed. He laid down on his back & watched as she slid her throbbing pussy back down on his still hard cock. He could see her juices sparkling on her thighs. Her sweet pussy lips so swollen but he could see her enlarged clit. He smiled. He wondered how may times he could get her to cum. He reached out and put his thumb on her clit as she continued to ride him.

She was tightening around him again. Her back arched. "Oh Godddddddddd!" she screamed.

He smiled.

She collapsed on his chest for a moment. When she caught her breath again she climbed off him. She couldn't believe that he was still hard. 

She licked her lips & smiled. She parted his legs & slid between them. She took her short little tongue & licked the length of his shaft. She could taste her juices on him. She teased the head of his cock then went straight down to his balls. They were so full. She licked between them. Teasing them, then sucked one into her mouth. He moaned deeply. She needed to taste him. She wanted it all.

She looked up at him as she took his cock in her mouth. Just a little at first. Working it up & down. Turning her mouth into her pussy. Then without warning, she took it all the way down. God he was so wide. He was so close. Up & down, harder, faster. Tightening her fingers around him. But he was still not cuming.

She stopped & laid up on his shoulder. 

He took his cock in his hand & began to stroke it. She had watched him online so many times. It always turned her on. Being able to see all of him, the way he touched himself to the expression on his face, pleased her beyond words.

"Yes baby, do it. Cum for me." she said. Words she had said many times on the phone, but this was so much better.

He pulled on his cock furiously. Playing with his balls. Harder, faster. Moaning.

He exploded as she watched. Shooting behind her head & hitting the headboard. She was amazed. She smiled & licked the sweet cum off his chest.

She looked up at him & smiled. "So is this a one time thing or are we going to do this again?" she asked.

"Oh we will definitely do this again. And we won't wait eight years to do it." he answered.

She took a deep breath of contentment & fell asleep in his arms.