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Midnight

By: eroslit



Note: This is a sequel to Traci and Jim. You may, or may not, want to read that first for background. And, no, this is not just a shameless plug to try to get you to read my stuff. But how would you feel if somebody on the street stopped you and asked how you liked Traci and Jim and you hadn’t read it? Huh? It could happen.

My first encounter with my brother Jim on Christmas Eve…and the following morning…opened my mind to a whole new world. The ecstasy we felt helped convince me that even if what we did was not right, it was at least what we both wanted. The next few days of our Christmas break from college were spent exploring new ways to please each other and tease each other.

I was suspicious of my parents—suspicious of what they knew or what they suspected was going on. Jim and I were very discreet, never displaying our affection outside of our locked bedrooms. So I felt somewhat comfortable, but that nagging suspicion was always there.

As New Year’s Eve approached, I deliberated for extended periods of time on how to celebrate with Jim. I asked him if he wanted to go to a club and he declined. I asked him if he wanted to spend the evening alone and he declined. Finally, frustration set in and I went into pout mode.

It became evident that the entire family’s intent was to spend the evening at home watching a video and TV shows. If it hadn’t been for the promise of good food, I may have found any excuse to get out of it.

So there we sat on a Wednesday night waiting interminably for midnight.

My parents were in their early forties and average in every way. They never went out much and never seemed to do much with friends. I always thought my Mom was very pretty. Not just in the way most daughters think their Moms are pretty, but because she was. She exercised a lot and had a great body. I often wondered why she didn’t have more friends, especially guys at work that wanted to be around her.

We were just a pretty boring family I suppose.

And that’s the way it was this New Year’s Eve. My father was already beginning to snore on the couch by 10 p.m. The rest of us occasionally wandered around the house finding food or playing on the computer. What little conversation their was centered around the movie or shows we watched.

Finally, midnight came and we watched as the ball dropped and a new year began. I kissed my Mom and Jim, wanting desperately to show him my appreciation for his love. But that would wait until later.

As Dad slept away, the three of us found ourselves in separate rooms again by 12:15. Or so I thought.

I finished writing a few e-mails to friends and strolled back into the family room. Except for Dad, who was becoming no more than a part of the couch in my mind, nobody was around. I checked the kitchen. It was empty.

I walked upstairs to use the bathroom and heard nothing the whole time I was in there. Becoming not so much frightened as curious, I quietly stepped down the hall to Jim’s room.

I turned the doorknob in slow motion, as I had several times in the past week to visit my brother at night. There was barely enough light to make out shapes in the room. I stuck my head in and prepared to call out Jim’s name.

I heard them first. Then I saw them.

My brother—naked—was facing the wall. I could make out the curves of his beautiful ass. It was moving.

In front of Jim was a woman, also facing the wall. She was naked. When I realized it was Mom, my heart stopped.

Her hands pressed flat against the wall as her ass pointed back towards Jim. I saw her breasts hanging below her. And I could barely make out Jim’s long, thick cock entering her pussy and pulling back out in rapid succession.

I remember thinking she was beautiful. And he was beautiful. And I wanted to die.

Sweat poured from my hand onto the doorknob. But I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t back away from the door.

I watched as my brother fucked my Mom from behind like they had been doing it their entire lives. Jim grabbed her by the waist and thrust himself harder and deeper into her. Their moans filled the room, but wouldn’t have been audible from anywhere else in the house.

The extremely erotic scene in front of me now influenced my breathing, already affected by the initial discovery. My throat was dry and I licked my lips. I felt the same way as I did when Jim put his mouth around my nipple and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was getting very horny.

I saw my Mom reach between her legs, but Jim’s body blocked my view. Soon, Mom reached behind Jim and pulled him closer by the ass. They were nearly pressed flat against the wall, the taller man bending slightly to force himself up into his mother.

Jim put a hand firmly around Mom’s breast and I heard her mutter something I couldn’t make out. What followed needed no explanation.

I watched my mother’s body go tense, followed by a release that could only have been an orgasm. She bent at the waist and shoved her ass back toward Jim. Her hands were fists against the wall. Then they were flat again, helping to absorb the pounding her body was taking.

I could hear and sense her elongated orgasm. I could almost feel it. I knew what that cock felt like inside my cunt. I knew how her body was exploding inside.

Then Jim came. He grunted like he always did, then hammered into Mom’s pussy. Their bodies met with not-so-delicate slaps. Mom’s head fell backward as she finished her own orgasm and felt her son fill her pussy with his warm cum.

Jim entered her over and over, each time pushing her toward the wall…each time spurting another load of cum inside her.

And finally he was done, too.

The two of them stood together, squeezed flat on the wall like an extension of the wallpaper. Jim’s head was tilted sideways on top of Mom’s flowing blonde hair. His hands followed the curves of her body.

I felt a knot in my stomach. So many emotions flowed through me I couldn’t possibly sort them out.

I backed up and pulled the door shut, gradually letting the doorknob turn into place. I wanted to run, but quietly tip toed to my room.

Once safely inside, I threw myself on the bed and lay on my back staring blankly at the ceiling. The scene replayed itself over and over in my mind. I saw Jim’s ass and his cock and Mom’s pussy and her breasts and I heard them and I watched them and I felt the knot in my stomach again.

I was mad. I was surprised. I was disappointed. I was horny.

Fifteen minutes later my hand was on my clit, rubbing furiously as my mind continually repeated the same picture. I felt Jim’s cock inside me. I came. And I kept rubbing until I came again. And then I slept.

In the shower the next morning I came to the conclusion something had to be done. Jim had cheated. He was the guilty party here. Punishment was the only remaining question.

If relationships were involved—his and mine, his and Mom’s—then what better punishment could there be than the age-old technique of driving a wedge between the relationship you don’t want to see continue? OK. So it was a simplistic, juvenile way of viewing things. But try spurning a young woman some time and see what happens.

New Year’s Day began as usual. The entire family managed to meet for breakfast and conversations were held as if nothing had ever occurred. I watched, without success, for outward signs of unusual behavior by Jim or Mom. I very much wanted to see the signs, thus justifying the actions I was determined to take. But not seeing the signs didn’t deter me. If anything, it made me angrier.

At no point did I manage to comprehend the irony in the whole situation. The same fears I had of my parents suspecting something with Jim and I may very well have been floating through the heads of my brother and my mother. Had my parents ever secretly seen or heard us together and chose never to say anything? Was this whole room smothered in unproclaimed affairs?

I began to feel as if I had been placed in a movie with characters I didn’t know. And who was I?

Luck was on my side that day. Jim and my Dad decided to watch football games in the afternoon at a local sports bar. That would give me all day alone with my Mom. I wasn’t exactly sure how it would happen, but I knew something dramatic would take place and it would change my life one way or the other.

After the guys left and Mom started into her annual ritual of packing up the Christmas decorations, I changed into an extra large football jersey. No bra. No panties. Just a jersey that fell to mid-thigh.

I went back downstairs and helped Mom for a while, making sure to show as much skin as I could. This was partly to get a reaction from Mom, but more to help me build up some courage to carry my plan through to the end. After about an hour of packing and moving boxes, I was feeling pretty comfortable in my skimpy outfit.

It was time to act.

Mom was in the first floor hallway, just outside her bedroom taking stuff off the wall. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist. Her jeans felt rough against my bare legs.

“Let’s take a short break,” I said softly.

She had put her hands on mine, which pressed her t-shirt against her stomach. “Well, OK.”

Mom turned her head slightly to look behind her. I smiled and kissed her ear. When I felt her begin to move, I slid my right hand down to the waistband of her jeans. She stopped and, in an instant, my hand was in her pants.

I saw her mouth open, but by then my hand had found the bottom of her t-shirt and the front of her panties.

“Traci…” she began to say.

“Shhh.” I hissed the sound through her blonde hair into her ear.

My hand was deep inside her jeans, following the folds of her skin underneath the panties to the warmth between her legs. I pushed in until the fabric started to stretch inside her. Then I pulled my fingers back up over her clit, clutched the bottom of her shirt and yanked it out of the jeans.

I didn’t know what to expect, but I guess I expected the worst. To my delight, I was able to use both hands to pull the shirt completely clear of her jeans. Quickly, I slid my hands inside the shirt and up to the bottom of her breasts.

I wanted badly to ask her if this was how Jim would treat her. But I didn’t. I put my hands on top of my Mom’s bra instead.

“Traci, I…we shouldn’t…” Mom stammered.

I lifted her t-shirt to her arms. Without hesitation, she raised her arms and I took her shirt off. With each passing second I was becoming more and more aroused. I prayed she would not stop me.

My confidence rose greatly when I unhooked her bra without protest. For some reason, I then said to her, “Take it off, Mom.”

I could have done it. But watching her do it…voluntarily…confirmed something for me. I wasn’t sure what, yet. But it did.

I looked at my Mom’s bare back as the bra joined the t-shirt on the floor. Her back was smooth and tight and enticing. I ran my fingers over it from her shoulders to her jeans and around her waist.

Eventually, I worked my way up to her breasts. What started out as an attempt to get back at my brother was becoming much more. I wanted to feel them, to taste them. Partly for my own satisfaction and partly to make my mother happy.

My hands engulfed them and I felt her hard nipples touching my palms. Unconsciously, I pressed my body into hers. My pussy rubbed against her ass and we both responded.

I had a nipple between my fingers when Mom started to turn around. I didn’t stop her this time.

She put her arms around my waist and we kissed. It was so natural. I closed my eyes and for all I knew I was kissing the most gorgeous guy alive. Our mouths opened and our tongues met and there was no turning back.

I pushed Mom until her back hit the wall. The ecstasy I felt—and apparently Mom, too—caused us to bounce back and forth against the wall while our arms wrapped tightly around each other. We moaned between sessions of exploring each other’s mouth and our hands were everywhere.

Before long, Mom managed to get my jersey high enough that her hands could touch my ass. She caressed it for a second before squeezing it roughly. Chills spread through me like never before. It was a wonderful and loving and sensual squeezing that I hoped would never end.

Lost in our kiss, I almost missed the fact Mom was pulling my jersey off. I lifted my arms and soon I was naked.

I couldn’t remember the last time she might have seen me naked. Whenever it was, I was young enough to not care much one way or the other. Now I cared--for different reasons. Yes, I was a little apprehensive about a grown woman…my mother…looking at my mature body. I was a little afraid she wouldn’t find me attractive. But I felt sexy. I cared because I wanted her to want me.

All my cares went away as she passed her fingers over my breasts and down my stomach and onto my hips.

“You’re beautiful,” she said.

If we had stopped, gotten dressed and walked away at that point I would have been happy. When she turned toward her bedroom and said, “In here,” I was ecstatic.

We picked up our clothes and entered my parents’ bedroom. Mom closed the door behind us and locked it.

“Do you want to get on the bed?” she asked.

I nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, my arms folded in front of me. I watched as my Mom took off her jeans. I watched her full breasts sway with her motions. I watched as she pulled off her panties and stood naked in front of me.

No wonder my brother wanted her. She was gorgeous and sexy and just a little nervous. She was everything I wanted to be.

“Lay down,” Mom said. Her tone was assuring. I would have done anything she said at that point.

I lay on my back while my mother climbed onto the bed and straddled my body. I reached up and accepted her as she lowered herself onto me. The feel of her body on mine was indescribable. Our breasts met and instantly seemed to melt together. I opened my legs and she placed herself between them. Our stomachs and hips rubbed together as we hugged each other and began to roll from side to side.

Soon, my legs were wrapped around hers and we kissed passionately. Mom kissed my ears and my neck and my shoulders. All the feelings that preceded this were surpassed when her lips touched my nipple.

She took my left breast in her hand and pushed it up so that more would fit into her waiting mouth. I felt her tongue flick across my nipple and waves of bliss flowed to my pussy. I pulled her head closer to me, moaning with joy.

Mom switched from one breast to the other, covering each one with sucks and kisses and licks. I thought I was going to cum.

Then she moved lower. I felt her mouth move past my navel and between my legs. She kissed my thighs and used her fingers to feel the thin layer of hair around my clit. Never before had I been so glad that I shaved so close.

Just when I thought she was about to attack my clit with her mouth, she moved up my body again. She reached out with one hand and leaned forward. Her breasts hung inches from my face as she grabbed something on the headboard behind me.

Anxious to find out what she was doing, I turned my head just as her hand went the opposite direction. I saw that she held a small, clear bottle. It was tilted and her palm accepted the liquid that flowed from it.

It was baby oil and it was destined for my body. Mom’s hand began at my shoulder and crossed back and forth across my body. When my upper chest was slick with oil, she moved to my breasts. The warmth of her hand and the soothing sensation of the oil caused my nipples to sprout even longer and harder.

Eventually, I was covered down to my navel. Another quick tilt of the bottle and she had enough to spread over my thighs and calves. The last place she touched was my pussy and clit. I shook with desire as she massaged it in.

When Mom was done, she repeated the process with her own body. I watched her body begin to glisten in the light. After she was completely covered, she lay on top of me and slid up and down, ending up with her mouth planted on mine.

Never before had I felt anything as erotic as that. I pulled her by the ass, forcing her to slide some more. We rolled over and I moved every direction I could to feel our bodies together. Our legs grinded against each other’s pussy, sliding back and forth across our clits until we moaned even louder.

I had to cum. I wanted my mother’s mouth on my clit.

When she was on her back, I moved up until my pussy hovered over her lips. She quickly put her hands on my hips and pulled me to her. Seconds later, she was lapping furiously at my cunt and clit.

I sat so that she could put her mouth around my clit and suck on it. I leaned against the headboard and held on tightly because it would only be a matter of seconds before my first orgasm hit.

“Oh, yes. There. Yes,” I cried.

I began to push my pussy into my Mom’s face as if it was the best cock I’d ever had. She tried to maintain contact with my clit as my body shook in a massive orgasm. Each time her tongue hit me I twitched and felt another spasm deep inside my cunt.

It seemed like minutes before I quit cumming. My body ached from the tension the rocked it and the position I had been in. When I allowed myself to stretch out and lay on top of my mother, the relief was fantastic. It was the most satisfied and the most comfortable I ever felt.

I told my Mom I loved her and she said the same to me. I said it as I would to my husband or any other lover who I was totally, emotionally committed to.

My hand moved between her legs and I felt the wetness of her cunt. I realized part of it was oil and part of it was her own warm fluid. My finger found her clit.

“Yes, baby. Do that. Just like that,” Mom whispered to me.

I wanted to taste her, to lick her clit. But I’d do anything she wanted now. So I ran my fingers over her hard clit, massaging it occasionally with my palm.

I felt her body tense up and relax in advance of her orgasm. Every now and then I’d insert a finger into her cunt and she’d lift her ass off the bed to meet my hand. Mom’s breathing became erratic and she clung to me tightly with one arm.

Then she came. She arched her back before starting a series of humping motions, experiencing the same instincts I had of trying to fuck a cock that wasn’t there. But I was intent on doing better than Jim.

I rubbed her clit with long, hard strokes, listening to her cry out with pleasure. I slid down her chest and put a nipple in my mouth. Her orgasm increased in intensity and she pushed my head down onto her until her breast was flattened between my face and her body.

If somebody had touched my clit, I would have cum again without hesitation. It was so erotic to feel my Mom cumming the way she was, knowing that I was bringing her this joy.

When she moved a hand to mine and gently lifted it from her clit, I stopped and rolled next to her. She put both hands over her face for a second before looking over at me. A tear rolled down her cheek.

“Kiss me, baby,” she said.

I climbed back on top of her and we kissed for a long time. This time it was different. It wasn’t a passionate kiss and our hands weren’t searching for places to make each other cum. It was a loving kiss of thanks.

We showered separately, fearful that Jim and Dad would return soon. I almost hated to wash off the oil that had given me to much delight. But I assumed it wouldn’t be the last time we’d experience it.

My life had changed again. That night I began contemplating whether or not it could get better.

Midnight



Jake spent most of the evening investing his fresh, new dollar bills in the frilly pink garter belt that gyrated a few feet above his eye level. At first it was attached to a blond, then a redhead and now it graced the delicate thigh of an interesting black woman. Not what he would call pretty, her face was not unattractive; it just seemed a bit flattened. Her eyes were dark and alluring, but her forehead seemed, a bit... too much and her nose seemed too wide for the rest of her face.

At the beginning of her dance, Jake watched her face a bit more than now, now that she had removed some of her garments. She teased the audience, working on her G-string, slipping over one hip and then repositioning it back into place, then sliding it over the other hip. Jake missed most of her G-string work, completely fascinated with her breasts, or more specifically her nipples. Though her breasts were beautiful, firmly jutting out, without any noticeable scars underneath, her nipples were the largest he had ever seen.

Reaching for his wallet, he pulled out a twenty-dollar bill neatly folded it down the middle lengthwise and stood up, holding the bill in the air. She moved over to him, but he simply stared at the dancer's nipples as she squatted in front of him. Finally she impatiently grabbed the bill and tucked it into the garter herself, oblivious to his fascination. Soon she finally removed her G-string, tossed it aside and danced completely nude.

Though still drawn to her incredible nipples, the ache in Jake's cock reminded him of her other attributes and he looked to the beautiful dark slit that peeked out as she moved. Absorbed into the sexuality of this dark woman, Jake whispered, "Midnight," and realized, yes, this woman was midnight, the darkest night. With his cock pointing to twelve o'clock he watched as her dance took her onto the floor, on her back. Flowing with the music, she placed a foot just to Jake's right, and another just to his left. She reclined, arching her back and spreading her legs to him.

The loudspeaker warned the patrons not to touch the dancers, and though they turned their head for the dollars tucked into garter belts, when the women danced fully nude, the bouncers kept close watch. Jake breathed deep, wanting to capture the faintest whiff of her scent, but all he picked up on was her perfume. Her hips undulated moving her pussy less than two feet from his face.

He shouted to her, "Midnight," wanting her to hear the name. "Midnight," he wanted her to know she was his darkness. "Midnight," he shouted loudly as he ran his index finger over the little toe on her right foot. Her eyes met his and lingered, acknowledging his contact and her name.

She quickly rose up as the lights flickered and grabbing the garments she had strewn about the stage, she quickly departed. The lights quickly dimmed and then the music started again, as another woman strutted on stage. The lights brightened and Jake saw she was a fair skinned brunette, strikingly tall, but his mind was elsewhere. He settled back into his seat whispering, "Midnight."

The dancer on stage continued her dance, slowly working her top from around her enormous breasts. Jake watched some, but was distracted, wondering about Midnight, thinking of her breasts and those astonishing nipples. He leaned back in his chair, nursing his drink.

Suddenly, from behind him he heard a soft voice, "Thank you for the tip."

Looking around he saw Midnight wearing a scant negligee, which did conceal her nipples. "Oh, uh, you're welcome. You were worth it."

"Well I do appreciate it," she said, leaning forward, kissing him on the cheek. Her hand rested on his arm, her dark skin contrasting with his light complexion. "You know, for a little more money, I could do a private dance for you."

"How much more?" he asked, wondering how much money he had left.

"Well, fifty will buy a dance."

"Where will we go?"

"See that door marked private over there," she said, pointing to the other side of the stage. "There are some comfortable chairs in there, you can relax and I'll dance."

"We'll be alone?"

"Larry there," she said, nodding at one of the bouncers, "will come in with us. He'll stand back just making sure you don't touch."

"I can't touch?" Jake asked.

"I can touch, but you have to keep your hands at your sides."

"But..." her finger on his lips interrupted him.

"I can touch you a lot, you just have to keep your hands off, it's still very nice," she said with a mischievous smile.

He reached for his wallet, but she caught his hand, again her dark skin covering him like a shadow. She leaned to his ear and whispered, "You can give me the money once we're in the room."

"I need to see if I have enough for you," he said, reaching again for the wallet.

"Okay, just look; you give me the money when we get in the room. Understand?"

Jake looked in his wallet and confirmed he had about a hundred dollars in assorted bills. Putting the wallet back in his pants he nodded to her and then followed as she led him to the private room.

Stepping inside, he noticed another dancer grinding herself on a customer. Jake hesitated and said, "I thought we'd be alone."

Pulling on his hand she said, "Come on, we'll sit way over there, you won't even notice them."

"But you said..." he stopped mid sentence as he saw her untie a strap and open the top of her negligee.

Holding the top open, she backed over to a chair toward the rear wall. Jake, almost hypnotized by her phenomenal nipples, simply followed her, slipping into the chair. She started her dance as soon as he sat down, moving in close between his open legs as she tossed her top aside.

It was all he could do to keep his hands off her incredible tits, he wanted to hold her nipples between his fingers more than anything he could think of. He felt his hard cock straining against his jeans and he moved his hand and adjusted himself. She had been leaning, holding her breasts just above his thighs, so Jakes hand passed just inches away from those nipples.

A bead of sweat ran down his forehead as he fought with himself to resist touching her. He moved his hands into his pockets as she moved onto his thighs, letting her ass slide over the bulge in his pants.

Seeing her over him, her blackness contrasting with his pale skin, he gritted his teeth whispering, "Midnight, Midnight."

She continued moving on his lap, opening her legs wide, she straddled him, with her back still facing him and she ground her pussy over his hard cock. He began to move his hips, physically lifting her as he thrust himself up against her.

"Can I take it out? My cock, can I take it out?"

"You can take it out, but then I get off of your lap. You can touch yourself, but I won't touch it."

"Okay," he groaned.

"And it will cost you another twenty bucks."

"Yeah, anything," he said, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. "You just dance like that," he whispered as she kneeled down, her breasts at about his cock level. He began stroking, watching his hand move up and down the shaft, with her breasts just beyond.

She had him worked up, so it didn't take long before he was feeling pleasure surge through him, and when she whispered, "Come on, give it to Midnight," and quickly ran a finger down his shaft, he couldn't hold off any longer.

"Oh Midnight, I'm coming," he said, quickly sliding his fist back and forth over the head of his cock. Just as he felt himself explode, he bent his cock in her direction, spurting his sparkling white vanilla on her dark chocolate breasts. His quick move surprised her, so she couldn't pull away until he had bathed her in several spurts.

She stood up, the white cum running down over the mounds of her breasts, a bit dripping from one of her huge nipples. Grabbing a towel, she dabbed up the glistening liquid that coated her, hissing at him, "Dammit, I can get in trouble for this and after I touched you and everything."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry."

"Shhh look, just act like nothing happened, he didn't see us," she whispered, nodding at the bouncer. She tossed the towel onto Jake's crotch and watched him clean up the rest of his cum.

He looked up at the woman as if mesmerized, lost in her breasts and incredible nipples and said, "I really hate to do this but..." he paused as he reached down and lifted his pant leg, grabbed something and continued, "you're gonna need to come with me." He held up a small wallet displaying his badge.

Just then the private door opened and several plain clothes police officers came in, holding their badges up. Jake looked up at the woman officer and said, "Oh hi Melissa, looks like you caught me with my pants down."

She sneered at him and growled, "You scum."

"Hey, just doing my job," he said, slowly and theatrically easing his cock back into his pants.

Midnight leaned back into a chair, her mouth open in shock, tears streaming down her face. Her hands trembled as she pulled her top back over her shoulders and covered her breasts.

"Hell Melissa, I don't take it all the way and we don't get her touching me directly. It's all in the line of duty."

"Don't give me that crap, you could work it with out all this," she said, kicking her foot at the cum saturated towel.

"You can't blame me for loving my job."

"Come on Ma'am," Melissa said to Midnight, helping her up from the chair, "it stinks in here." She led Midnight out of the room, her eyes glaring at Jake as he smiled smugly.



Midnight



I wake from a sound sleep with two of his fingers inside me, his thumb on my clit - my body responding before I'm even really awake. In and out, he fucks me with those thick fingers, coaxing the wetness from me. I can't see anything in the darkness of the room, but I don't need to, his hands are all I need right now. He withdraws them from inside me slowly, then nudges me to turn onto my stomach, and as I do, he strokes the wetness of my pussy across the pink pucker of my ass. He moves behind me and parts my legs further, wider, then drives his cock into me in one smooth motion.

I cry out, not quite expecting it, not really ready yet, and he thrusts in harder, stretching me. He digs his fingers into my skin, and spears me on his dick. "You know I love to fuck your ass, don't you, little slut?"

I do. He knows I do.

His thrusts become more forceful as he speaks again. "You haven't let me lately, though, and now I'm just taking it from you, punishing your sweet little fuck hole. I'm going to force my fat cock into your tight ass over and over and over again and you'll love it, won't you? You love it when I hurt you."

I do. I want him to use me, need him to mark my skin. I'm such a whore for him.

He pulls out abruptly, and I gasp as he smacks my ass hard enough to leave a pink, stinging hand print on one cheek, then the other. He lays down on the bed beside me, breathing heavily. I'm awake now, fully awake and hungry for him, but know to lie still and wait for him to voice his desire.

"Ride me," he commands, "ride my hard cock with your pretty little ass. I want you to fuck yourself with my cock, show me how badly you want to come on my dick, you need to prove to me that you want me inside you."

I straddle him, and slowly inch down onto his rigidness, the pain so close to pleasure that I'm not sure anymore which is which, nor do I care. I rise up off of him just as slowly, then inch down once more. He bucks his hips under me once, his signal for me to move faster. 

He growls angrily, "harder, fuck me faster... do it NOW, or you lose my cock for tonight. You don't want that, do you?"

I don't, and so quicken my pace, forcing him again and again into my tight hole.

"That's it, baby," he says, "don't you stop."

Riding up and down on him with my eyes closed, tits bouncing and head thrown back, I feel his fingers work my clit once more, teasing it towards an orgasm. He won't let me come this quickly, though, and so he strokes me for only a moment before moving his hands to my hips. He pulls me down harder and harder as he pushes up into me again and again. I hear a soft cry, almost a whimper, then moaning and realize it's me, my pleasure/pain almost involuntarily making themselves known. He thrusts harder still - he wants to know I won't forget this, I won't deny him this pleasure again.

I won't, wouldn't dare. At least not until the next time I want him to take me by force...

My fingers slide over my clit now, just as his pinch my nipples, twisting them almost brutally. I cry out once more, then again, my nearly incoherent words goading him on and begging him not to stop. He doesn't, he won't, and I lose myself in the exquisite way his cock impales me, the force he uses, and my own building orgasm.

His hands go back to my hips and hold me still while he drills my asshole, harder than he has before, faster too, and all at once he stiffens, moans and shoots his load of hot, creamy come into me.

After a moment, he pushes me off and we lie down together. His fingers slide down between my legs again, stroking me, finger fucking me until I come, then he pulls away and slides his index finger between his lips to taste me. I smile at him, my eyes already closing, and hold his still hard cock in my hand as I fall back to sleep. 



Midnight: A Tale Of Brotherly Love.



“Midnight …”  A Chain Story.

Introduction:

On March 1, 2007, fireyjen posted a thread with her idea for a chain story, soliciting interested authors. Shortly afterwards, fieryjens’ ISP started giving her problems and she cannot get online, so on her behalf we thought we could give her a hand. The premise is that in each story the main character awakes at the stroke of midnight, or around that time. It can be a creaking floorboard, a rattling doorknob, a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning or just a feeling of unease and dread.

From this common beginning, each author is free to weave his or her own storylines culminating at midnight after 24 hours. Each story will be in a different Literotica category, with virtually all represented. All stories are titled “Midnight: (and the author’s story identifier). After the initial New Story posting, all submissions will be in the Chain Story category.

We hope you enjoy this varied selection of stories by Literotica authors and your votes and comments are welcome. Below is an updated schedule of the stories. 

TE999 & geekychick_76 on behalf of fieryjen

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The glow from the clock lights the room dimly, it reads 11:59 pm and I am lying in my bed, my body is totally satiated. This had been one of the most erotic days of my entire life. It started out so simple, a day watching football with my husband and his twin brother. The clock hits midnight as I lie in bed and smile as I remember the day's events and I can say the day is now officially over. Would you like to know what made this day so erotic? I know you do, or you would not be reading this.

My husband had invited his twin brother Ryan over to watch football today. They are not identical twins, but do look very similar. Both are approximately six feet tall in height, with sandy brown hair that curls a bit at the neck. Brian's hair is a little bit shorter than Ryan's. Both have the bluest eyes I have ever seen, but Ryan has a stockier build than Brian. I met Brian while we were in college and I think we fell in love shortly after meeting. We started dating, finished our education, found jobs and got married; that was eight years ago. We are happily married, but secretly I think our lives were becoming a dull, yes it's true, but we were slowly turning into our parents.

Ryan came over to watch football, as I mentioned previously, I don't usually watch sports with them, but I was bored so I made a few snacks, got some extra beer and plopped myself on the couch in between them. You should have seen the look on their faces; it was priceless, total shock! Soon though, we were all drinking the beer, eating nachos and yelling at the TV. I never noticed Brian and Ryan looking at each other, but they said later that they did. I don't know how they do that creepy twin thing, knowing what each other is thinking without speaking, but wow, tonight I didn't mind it at all. We were all sitting close together, our legs touching. When Ryan grabbed my leg and cheered for his team, a bolt of desire shot through me, shocking me a little, but I shrugged it off as being attracted to someone so much like Brian.

So blissfully ignorant wasn't I? You can see what's coming can't you? We kept on drinking all afternoon and into the early evening, sitting closely on the couch. By now we were all getting a little drunk and the close contact was making us all a little horny, although we denied it at the time. Brian put his arm around me and got very close; I snuggled into his arms and football was even more interesting now! Some car commercial came on and Brian kissed me, I was already turned on and slightly drunk and his mouth was driving me wild with desire. I totally forgot Ryan sitting there right beside me and all of my inhibitions were gone. I heard a funny noise, like a big gulp or a slight choke, but it didn't really register than it was Ryan noticing us. My head was spinning from Brian's kisses and maybe from the beer, but I was enjoying it quite a lot. I could feel hands on my shoulders and caressing my leg.

I felt a hand upon my breast, touching it softly, teasing the nipple between its fingers, making me tingle in my female parts. One hand was in my hair, pulling my head to Brian's mouth. Another hand was trailing up my leg ... wait a minute! That's three hands! My eyes flew open to see Brian looking at me strangely; he did not quit kissing me. He pushed me closer to Ryan and for some reason it felt right. I moaned and continued kissing Brian, soon Ryan's body was pressed against mine and Ryan was kissing my neck, reaching around to caress my other breast. His touch was very different from his brother's. It was a bit rougher and quicker paced than Brian's. Later I wondered if they had at one time planned or even just talked about doing this.

Brian pulled his mouth from mine and pulled my old cotton t-shirt over my head exposing the red satin bra I was wearing. He lowered his head to my breasts licking the tops of them and kissing them while Ryan kissed my neck and shoulders. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me in my life. Two men pleasuring me, twins and while they look very much alike, there were very distinct differences. Brian was slow and gentle and Ryan was quicker and rougher. Ryan unhooked my bra and Brian pulled it off, exposing my creamy white breasts and threw the bra in the corner while Ryan came around to face me. Both of their heads lowered to my breasts and sucked greedily upon them. My god, never had I felt any sensation like this before and I instantly reached my orgasm.

Their hands were all over me, touching me, caressing me and stripping me naked. I didn't care; I wanted them to ravish me. Both of them tore their clothes off quickly, eager to be as naked as I was. Ryan pushed me down so I was lying upon my back. Both men stood before me, their erections hard and identical. A shiver of desire shot through me, running down my stomach and making my pussy wet. I looked at them and smiled, welcoming them, encouraging them to take me. That was all they needed; not one word was spoken. Brian came towards my mouth and pushed his cock towards my face. I greedily sucked upon it, tasting the precum and stroking it with my hand. Ryan went towards my pussy and buried his head between my legs. His tongue was fucking and sucking my pussy greedily as if he had dreamed of this many times before. I don't know, perhaps he had.

I came in Ryan's mouth, squirting my pussy juices into his face and he sucked up every last drop. Meanwhile I was sucking Brian's cock like I could not get enough of him, my one hand gripping his ass tightly the other caressing his balls gently. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his shaft and then sucked his cock deep into my mouth as far as I could take it in. His hands were gripping my head as I gave him head. This was so erotic; I mean how many women only get to dream about two men pleasuring them at once? Both were handsome with hot bodies and wanted to please me. I looked up at Brian only to see him watching Ryan suck my pussy, which made me cum once more.

"Ass or pussy?" Brian asked Ryan.

"Ass."

Without another word Ryan stood up and pulled me off the couch, Brian lay down and Ryan turned me to face Brian and pushed me on top of him. I looked eagerly into his eyes, letting him see the lust so clearly written upon my face and sank down on to Brian taking his cock into my pussy. His cock went deep within me and my pussy squeezed it tightly. Ryan straddled Brian's legs and pushed my ass cheeks wide apart. We did not need any lube because I had cum so much while he ate me out that my ass was already well lubed. The tip of his cock inched its way into my very tight virgin ass, stretching me wide. It hurt a bit at first, but it felt so wonderful too, especially with Brian's cock stretching my pussy. Ryan's cock was soon buried deep in my ass, as far as it would go. Nobody moved, letting my body become used to the two identical cocks within it. The thought of what I was doing made me cum again, flooding Brian with my juices and the spasm from my pussy made Ryan start to fuck me. 

He slowly fucked me, his movements making Brian's cock move too. The slow steady rhythm was extremely hot. So many times had I dreamed of having two men within me, but never had I voiced this desire out loud to Brian. He must have known or at the very least suspected that I wanted this. I looked deep into his eyes, lust written plainly upon our faces. He smiled at me, the corner of his mouth curving in a dirty grin. I smiled back, the same naughty look on my face. I raised my ass to meet Ryan's slow thrusts, to let him know I wanted it harder. He didn't comply right away. "Fuck me Ryan, harder, c'mon give it to me," I told him. Brian raised his hips fucking my pussy with short quick thrusts. "Oh, yeah, Brian ... .. Mmm, that's right, fuck me."

I don't usually talk dirty during sex, but tonight was different. The beer loosened our inhibitions and my tongue. My dirty talk had spurred both men on and they fucked me harder, faster with a bit of animal lust thrown in. I loved it, every second. I was quite the little slut tonight and I was not the only one enjoying every minute of it. With each one of Ryan's thrusts my breasts slammed into Brian's chest, the nipples teasing his, arousing him further. Ryan grabbed my hips tightly within his grasp and slammed his cock into me. It was not gentle, nor loving; it was just plain old lust. The look on my face must have been driving Brian nuts because he grabbed my head, pulling my hair and smashed his lips against mine, his tongue driving deep within my mouth.

All of my 'holes' were filled and I wanted more. I greedily kissed Brian, letting my tongue do what it wanted, which was to wedge itself into his mouth, tasting him and letting him taste his male sex upon my lips. My hips were slamming into Brian's and Ryan was holding nothing back, fucking my ass as hard and fast as he could. I pulled my mouth from Brian's and yelled, "I'm CUMMMINNGGGG, oh my god, I'm cumming NOW!"

"AGHHHHH, fuck!" I heard from behind as Ryan shot his load into my tight little ass, my ass clenching and tightly squeezing every last drop from his big throbbing cock. His hands were tightly gripping my hips while Brian strained to fuck me from beneath. "Mmmmph, Oh yeah baby, I've got something for ya," Brian said and raised his hips in one last thrust, shooting his load into my wet waiting cunt. His cum was pulsing into me in warm, thick jets and with one final groan his body, he went slack beneath me. I collapsed on top of him and Ryan stayed inside my ass. Nobody wanted to move. Nobody knew what to say. Now that we had fucked, yes I said fucked, because that is exactly what it was, things were a little bit awkward. So we just stayed there, doing nothing, letting the moment pass.

I snuggled up to Brian and almost fell asleep, when I felt Ryan pull his now soft cock from my ass. I sighed and slowly raised myself from my husband. My ass was throbbing, a little tender but it also felt good. Brian sat up, his torso covered with cum from all three of us. I smiled when I saw it. Ryan was the first to say anything, "Umm, I guess I should shower." I think he felt a little bit embarrassed by our sex session.

"Ok.", Brian said, "You know where everything is."

Ryan quickly gathered his clothing, which was strewn all over the room, cast aside by fumbling fingers and fled the room. I had thought I would feel guilty and embarrassed from having a threesome with my husband and his twin, but found I didn't. I had really enjoyed it. I sat beside my husband of eight years, content, completely satisfied and happy. This had been one of my deepest fantasies, maybe not with Ryan, but just two men, any men. I had never ever believed it would actually happen.

"Did you enjoy it?" Brian asked me, pulling me out of my daydream.

"God, yes!"

"Wanna do it again?"

"Are you kidding me? Hell yeah!"

Brian looked at me, grinned and grabbed my hand and pulled me from the couch.

"Let's go. Ryan's in the shower; you get in with him while I get the bed ready. He's in for a surprise tonight. He always did want to fuck you and have a threesome."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"Yeah, and it was pretty hot. Let's do it again."

We went down the hallway giggling like two drunken teenagers sneaking out to have sex in a car. Brian grabbed me outside the bathroom door and kissed me. "I'll be in shortly."

I quietly opened the bathroom door; Ryan didn't hear me enter and I quietly slipped into the shower with him. The shower is a large customized one like you find in a health spa, three sides a grey granite type stone with a wall in front. You can enter from both sides through a door on each end and the shower nozzle is in the centre of the short wall at the front. Ryan was standing with his back towards me soaping his muscular body. He had the most perfect ass I had ever seen on a man. The water was running down his broad back, the rivulets going down to the cute little dimple in his left ass cheek. I walked up behind him and encircled his waist with my arms.

"Need help washing your back?" I purred into his ear.

He jumped and said, "Oh my god, you scared me!"

I took the soap from his hand and started to wash him, everywhere. He started to protest and push me away, but I stilled his hands. "Brian will be right in to join us." 

Ryan relaxed somewhat, but I could tell he was worried about being alone with me. I kept washing him, slowly rubbing his back, his legs, his chest and all the while I kept rubbing my body against his. I could see that he was becoming aroused one more. I lowered my hands to his growing cock and soaped it up, slowly washing it and gently stroking it. I looked into his eyes letting him see my desire there. I sank to my knees before him and took him into my mouth. He held my head in his hands while I sucked his now hard cock.

I looked up him, my eyes meeting his and swirled my tongue around his shaft. He groaned with pleasure and in no way encouraged me to stop what I was doing. His hips moved slowly back and forth in time with my mouth. The warm water ran down our bodies caressing us and making them glisten and slick to the touch. The stone floor beneath my knees was rough and the warm water trickled down my ass massaging the soreness away and arousing me even further. My nipples were hard as rocks and pointing out, aching to be touched, but I denied them the pleasure. I kissed Ryan's thighs, I licked his balls and I slid my finger up his ass, which made him jump with surprise and it slid right in because we were so wet from the shower. I was so engrossed in what I was doing to Ryan I never noticed Brian watching from the other end of the shower until Ryan stiffened. I opened my eyes and looked at Brian and noticed he was stroking his now erect cock.

"Don't stop, I am enjoying watching." he said his voice low and filled with lust.

I did not stop, I kept on loving Ryan with my mouth, licking, tasting and sucking him in a very slow and deliberate manner. He relaxed and let me do what I wanted to him; enjoying every minute and watching his twin brother stroke his erect cock. I knew Ryan was going to cum soon and so did Brian, "Suck it dry honey, I want to watch you swallow every last drop."

When he said that Ryan's eyes flew wide open and he looked at me. "Will you?"

I nodded gently, because my mouth was full of his cock. He smiled. I continued to run my tongue up and down, then swirl it around the tip, especially that sensitive spot on the top. His hips thrust towards me quicker now, a new urgency in his rhythm. It was time, he was ready and so was I. We had all but forgotten Brian in the corner until I felt him at my back. He did not touch me or Ryan, just came closer so he could get better look. I felt Ryan grab my head and shove his cock into my mouth, the head growing and starting to throb against my tongue. The head then shot a small stream of cum, throbbed and a larger one followed. I sucked all of it down still massaging his cock with my mouth, he squirted more and more into my mouth and it slid easily down my throat, salty but yet sweet at the same time and I swallowed every last drop.

He pulled his now soft cock from my mouth and I turned to face Brian and put his cock in my mouth. He was going to cum soon and I wanted to suck him dry as well. I sucked his the same way I had Ryan and within minutes I felt the head of his cock getting ready to explode in my mouth. It got bigger and he shot streams of cum into my mouth and I swallowed it all. He pulled me up and washed my body while Ryan finished washing, then he quickly cleaned up. Brian kissed me and tasted Ryan and himself on his mouth. "Mmm nice, he murmured. He then left the shower and caught up to Ryan, "Hey Ryan! Why don't you spend the night?"

I was shocked at Brian's behaviour, but I liked it. I liked it a lot. I had satisfied both men, but my pussy was throbbing and wanting some attention too. My hand slid down to my pussy while the other caressed my erect nipples. It would not take long to reach orgasm because I was so turned on. A few quick flicks with my adept fingers and my body was responding. My hard clit was standing at attention as I stroked it quickly and within minutes cum was flowing down my thighs to the shower floor.

I quickly got out of the shower and dried off and towel dried my hair. I didn't brush my teeth because I liked the taste of Brian and Ryan's cum on my tongue and inside of my mouth. I walked to the bedroom naked as I had left my clothes downstairs and never bothered to pick them up. The bedroom was lit with rosewood candles, the scent erotic but not cloying. Both Brian and Ryan were on the bed, sitting side by side, nude, their clean bodies and the smell of soap making me remember our shower and making me wet. I stood looking at them, such perfect male specimens and all mine tonight.

"Come here," Brian said.

I smiled and did as he had asked. I slowly walked towards them, letting my breasts bounce with a deliberate flirtatiousness, meant to arouse and tease. I walked as only a woman who wants a man can walk, my hips swaying. When I got to the end of the bed both men had risen to greet me.

"Hello boys, looks like you are glad to see me. Have you been waiting long?"

Brian pulled me onto the bed with them, the candlelight flickering over their once more aroused bodies. Brian pushed me onto my back and spread my legs, his head dropped down to my pussy and he spread my pussy lips wide. He blew gently onto my wet pussy and the cool air on my hot cunt felt like a jolt of lightening had hit me. I groaned with pleasure and tried to press myself into his face, but he did not allow it yet. He pushed my hips back to the bed and continued to tease me; he flicked at my clit with his tongue and blew those short little blasts of air bringing me to a climax. When I came he licked me clean, arousing me once more.

Ryan lay down beside me and started to kiss me, his tongue darting into my mouth. Brian kept sucking my pussy while I kissed Ryan. My breasts were throbbing and I needed to touch them, I could feel my nipples pointing out so hard they almost hurt. I plucked at them and Ryan lowered his hand to caress my other breast arousing me further, if that was possible. My pussy was spasming non stop into Brian's mouth, his tongue sucking my clit and soon I felt him press two fingers inside of me. Oh my god! It felt so good, but I wanted Ryan to suck my breasts so badly now, so I grabbed his head and pulled him from my face and shoved it towards my breasts. He wanted to suck them too because he eagerly complied with my wishes. Ryan's lips pulled on my nipple while his other hand kneaded my other breast. My hand was now caressing his cock.




Midnight: A Tale Of Brotherly Love.



Without any warning Brian removed his mouth from my pussy, leaving his fingers inside. I felt him moving around but he did not stop caressing me inside. Then his fingers were gone. "Nooooo, don't stop, please," I begged. Brian was extremely aroused and he shoved his cock inside of me. "Yes! Oh Yes!" 

I grabbed Ryan by the hair and pushed his head hard to my breast. I started to stroke Ryan as Brian fucked me. My hand had a mind of its own and it was quickly finding out that Ryan did not like to be touched gently. I pulled Ryan so he was over my head, his cock dangling before my lips. I kept my fingers buried in his hair so that his head could not leave my aching breasts. I grabbed his cock with my hand and sucked on it once more, but not like I had in the shower, I was not going to let him cum anytime soon. He groaned as my mouth touched him and he kneaded my other breast with more force.

"Oh yeah honey, suck him while I fuck you. You like that don't you baby? I know I like it." Brian's dirty words turned me on, I had never realized he was that kinky before, and I guess if the truth be known, and I never realized I was either.

I pulled my mouth from Ryan and said, "Oh yessss, I love it, fuck me Brian, fuck me hard."

I moved my hips in a quick frenzy, matching his; I had never known sex could be like this. "You like to watch me suck Ryan baby, hmmmm? Do you?"

"Yes! I wanna watch him fuck you again too."

With that statement he went crazy and groaned loudly, "Ohhhh yeah, here it cums, agghhhh." My hips rose to meet his final thrust and I let go of Ryan, who got up and went to watch Brian cum. I saw the look on his face, the sweat on his face and body. He glistened from his efforts and I liked how he looked.

But I was not finished, "Nooo, not yet, I need more."

Brian quickly pulled out and stood back so Ryan could shove his cock inside of me. Brian stood to the side panting and watching as Ryan started to fuck me. I let him watch, it turned me on to see how the lust rose in his eyes when Ryan was inside of me. I knew that I would not last very much longer and I didn't think Ryan would either.

Ryan pulled from me and said, "Turn over."

I did so very quickly, eager to have his cock back inside of me. Ryan entered my pussy from behind. I looked back at Brian watching, the look on his face was pure pleasure and I let myself go. I slammed my ass back into Ryan's cock, each thrust making my ass bounce and my breasts sway. I could not stop; I was going to cum soon.

"I'm gooiinnnggg to cuummm Ryan! Fuck me, give it to me now!"

"O yeah baby, you're gonna get it, I'm gonna give it to you hard." With that his body tensed and I felt him shoot deep inside of me. As soon as I felt him, my pussy flooded his cock with my own cum and spasmed against his cock. I felt my head pulled back by my hair and Brian kissed my mouth hard, his passion very evident. Ryan pulled away from me and Brian pulled me close. He continued to kiss me, his kisses becoming gentler. 

"I love you."

"I love you too Brian."

Ryan pulled from me and we collapsed on the bed. There was no awkwardness this time, we all felt comfortable with one another. Brian went around the room and blew out the candles.

"Spend the night Ryan. You must be tired, I know I am."

"Ok." He started to leave the bed and go to the guest room where he had stayed before.

"No," Brian said "Sleep with us tonight. We want you to."

And that is how I happen in bed with two men, having been so totally fucked, I can't say it was making love; there was not really any love involved. Lust, yes. Sex, yes. Love, not really. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. I am exhausted and it is long past midnight now. Both Brian and Ryan are sleeping and I think I shall join them. Good night.



Midnight Admission



It was my third night in the hospital. I had arrived on Wednesday for some basic tests but during one of these I had some form of reaction. The doctors decided to hold me over until they determined the cause. So, there I was on a Friday night wishing I could be at home. Funny, if I was at home, I thought, I wouldn't be doing anything anyway, so I settled in and directed my attention to the television.

I flipped through the channels but could find nothing of interest. I stopped at one of the sports channels figuring at least I'd be able to keep up with what college teams were playing on Saturday. I guess that's when I drifted off. I couldn't have been asleep long; maybe a couple of hours, when I heard the door ease open. I glanced at the time on the television. It was after 11pm. "Okay," I thought to myself, probably the night nurse coming in to check on me at the beginning of her shift. I could see the white dress as she stood at the door apparently reading my chart. 

Though her back was toward me, I knew right away I hadn't seen this nurse. She had golden blonde hair pulled tightly up on the crown of her head. As my gaze shifted lower I could see her long slender neck. hidden slightly by strands of her silky hair that had fallen out of place from the rest. Her shoulders weren't exceedingly wide but seemed slightly disproportionate to her slender waist. Her hips completed what appeared to be a perfect hourglass figure. Continuing my visual investigation, I noticed how long and slender her legs appeared. I could see their smoothness even through the white stockings that covered them. There was no doubt; I'd never seen this nurse before.

As quickly as I had assessed her, she slipped out the door again. I wondered who she was and found myself longing to see her face. She had made an impression on me with her presence alone. I began imagining her face, trying to finish the unknown details. Again, I settled back against the pillow and began to feel the pull of sleep. I turned the overhead light off leaving just the lamp and television to light the room. I was thinking how nice it was to have a private room and turned my head toward the large window on the far wall. I closed my eyes.

I thought it only seconds later, when I heard the squeak of the door again. Looking at the dark window I could see the reflection of the room. I recognized the shape of the visitor as the same nurse who had just checked my chart. It peaked my interest and I turned my head toward the door. She spoke.

"Oh, you're awake. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to see if you needed anything."

Her voice was angelic and soft. It fit the amazingly beautiful face it came from. Her eyes were deep blue pools, like artesian wells and her skin had the smooth texture of cream. Her lips were thin but formed a near perfect pout. She was radiant.

"Oh no," I said. "I've just been lying here thinking." I tried to ease her worry about waking me. "As a matter of fact, I am getting a little thirsty and my carafe has no ice in it." I reached over to get the pitcher and met her hand as she reached for it as well. It seemed the moment lasted for minutes. Her skin was as soft as velvet.

She lifted the carafe and said, "give me just a minute, I'll take care of this immediately," and disappeared out the door. Her perfume lingered in the room. I couldn't place the aroma but it was sweet. "Jasmine," I thought to myself. Yes, she had the presence of a wonderful flower and I reveled in the memory of the moment.

Her return was prompt. She placed the carafe on the nightstand, then poured a cup of water. "Here," she said, handing me the cup. I smiled and took the cup, drinking the contents empty. "Gee, you really were thirsty weren't you?" she asked. I nodded and placed the cup on the nightstand. She refilled the cup but I waved my hand to signal her I was fine. She smiled and did something I wasn't expecting.

She sat in the chair facing the bed. It confused me. In all the visits I'd made to a hospital I'd never had a nurse sit during her visit. "Tired?" I asked. "Yes," she replied, "I've been on my feet since 3 this afternoon." That's when it hit me. This nurse wasn't coming on duty, she was getting off. I asked her if she was working a double shift. She told me she wasn't and that she had been off duty for about a half-hour. My mind wandered. Why would she come to my room and see to my needs if she was no longer working? I thought to myself, "Ok, maybe she's just bored and looking for some conversation. Why me?" I wondered.

She had shifted her attention to the television and while she looked away I took a moment to survey her. My eyes were drawn to her chest. Under the close fitting uniform I could detect the presence of a pair of well-shaped, medium sized breasts that appeared to be larger than her small frame suggested. Her nipples were slightly visible through the fabric of her bra and uniform. As I lowered my eyes I could see the soft skin of her thighs as they disappeared under the folds of her dress. I found myself mesmerized and excited. I looked up to her face and realized she had caught me looking.

"Like what you see?" She asked coyly. There was a smile on her lips and she shifted her legs, crossing them, revealing more of what had captured my attention. "Um, yes, " I muttered, "you are stunning." Her smile broadened and spread to her eyes, sparkling like diamonds. She was indeed, the most beautiful woman I had laid eyes on in many years. I could feel the warmth of the blood in my face as I blushed but it was the sudden realization of activity under the sheets that caused me to squirm a little. She was turning me on and she knew it!

I diverted my attention to the television. "Do you follow college football?" I asked, trying desperately to gain control of my longing. "Not really," she replied, "I watch it sometimes with my dad but I'm more into watching movies. Do you mind if I change the channel?" "Of course not," I said, "please, help yourself." She rose from the chair but instead of reaching for the remote at the bedside, she walked to the TV mounted on the wall. On her tiptoes she reached up to change the channel, exposing all but the very tops of her legs to me. She flipped through the channels until she found something of interest as I stared at the smoothness of her delicious thighs. She stopped, adjusted her uniform and returned to her place in the chair. My thoughts were racing as I adjusted my position to my side so I could see her better. I propped my head on my hand; my elbow deep into the pillow and my eyes again met hers.

"You're really quite sexy," she remarked. "I saw you when you were admitted. I've been keeping my eye on you but I've been keeping my distance. I overheard the doctor say you were going home tomorrow, so I decided I had to come in and meet you. I'm Donna," she said as she held out her hand. I was stunned. I reached out with my left hand since my weight was firmly planted on my right arm and shook her hand saying, "Hi, I'm Marty, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Still grasping my hand, she pulled herself toward me. Her perfume was intoxicating. She looked directly in my eyes and then slowly, deliberately she kissed me. Our tongues flirting ardently as passion began to rise. 'Could this really be happening?' I thought. I extended my left arm behind her neck and drew her onto the bed. "Wait," she said. My heart stopped for a moment as she pulled away and stood next the chair. She walked over to the door and I heard the "click" of the lock. She returned to my bedside then turned her back to me and said, "Can you help me with this?" Pointing at the zipper at the top of her uniform. I sat up in the bed, reaching for the zipper. As the clasp made its descent the skin of her back was exposed and I marveled at how smooth and soft it appeared. 

When I reached the bottom, she turned and shook the garment loose from her body. It fell in a pile at her feet. Her breasts were cradled high in her bra creating mounds of soft flesh pushed together to form an image of cleavage like I'd never seen before. I could see the silkiness of her panties through her hose. The curve of her hips was delicate but pronounced. She kicked off her shoes then wiggled free of her pantyhose exposing the supple skin of her upper thighs I had earlier dreamed about. She turned towards me and in something of a query of approval, she said, "What do you think?"

I have to imagine that my eyes were enough to answer her because she didn't wait for my reply. Instead, she twirled, then stopped and proceeded to unfasten her bra. Her eyes remained locked with mine. She slid the bra down her arms and her beautiful breasts bounced slightly from their confinement. I heard myself say something but the pounding of my heart filled my brain. She reached to her head and pulled loose her hair, which fell, gracefully over her tender breasts. Her nipples were erect and peaked from behind the curtain of her golden hair. I was entranced. "I want you to remove my panties," she said, as she moved back to her position next to the bed. By this time, I had begun to push the sheets down the bed in anticipation of the nearing events.

I pulled her close to me and softly kissed her stomach at the top of her delicate panties. I carefully pushed my fingers under the fabric and gently slid her panties off her hips and down her legs until they dropped to the floor. Her golden pubic hairs were neatly trimmed and I could readily see she was already excited. I pulled her closer and buried my face between her thighs. The aroma of jasmine and her arousal heightened my own excitement as I felt my manhood swell. I pushed myself back to the side of the bed and drew her into it.

I quickly removed my nightshirt and with one hand pushed my shorts down to my knees where I freed them from my legs with one foot. We began a long impassioned kiss that seemed to consume the oxygen from my lungs. It was exhilarating. Her lips tasted like cherries and her breath was like springtime. My lips searched hungrily for her neck and she tilted her head back to accommodate me. She brought my hand to her mouth and sucked on my finger as I playfully nibbled her neck and shoulder. I could feel the warmth of her skin on my lips.

I raised myself above her. I kissed her lips once more, then began the journey down her neck until I found her breasts. I paused and looked into her eyes. She returned my glance with a look of urgency. As I began my soft assault on her breasts she pushed her head back deep into the pillow and moaned a soft and soulful sound. My tongue began to flick her nipples and they elongated as her pleasure increased. I tugged at one with my lips, then opened my mouth and tenderly nipped it with my teeth. She writhed in contentment. I moved to the other and repeated the same. I kissed between her supple breasts and began to push my intent lower, down her ribcage, across her flat tummy and ended at the hairline of her pussy.

In anticipation of my teasing, she parted her legs granting me access. I kissed her navel. She tilted her pelvis allowing a clear path. I began teasing her with my tongue, carefully avoiding her clit. She shuddered as I grazed it with my chin. With both hands she grabbed my hair and pulled me into her. She would not be denied nor was she willing to be teased further. My tongue parted her lips tasting her seeping passion, her nectar sweet. I concentrated my efforts on her clit playfully darting over it and then extending my tongue to its fullest extent; I slowly licked the entirety of her pussy. Her hips rose to prolong the contact. She was nearing ecstasy and I wanted no less than to provide it for her. I rekindled my efforts and found her moistness increasing. Her juices sated my mouth and permeated my senses as I felt her explode under me. She loosened her grip on my hair and I knew she had reached the sacred awareness of lovemaking. She relaxed, then pulled my face to hers and kissed me feverishly. 

"That was wonderful," she said as she gasped for breath. She patted the bed beside her motioning me to move. "Now it's your turn," she announced. I lay on my back and she too began a slow descent from my lips to my neck and then to my chest, where she tugged at my nipples. Her hands were already well on their way to my manhood as she caressed my sides and stomach. I could feel my own desire building. Her hand found my cock already swelling with passion. She looked up at my face and with a look of pleasant content she began to stroke my cock with slow deliberate intention. She gently squeezed my nuts. Her hands were soft and warm. My cock was beginning to throb from the attention she so amorously applied. She lowered herself further and still looking into my eyes she kissed the bulbous head of my cock parting her lips slightly. Her tongue darted over every inch of my swollen member sensitizing me further. She opened her mouth and in one motion took the bulk of my cock inside it. Her mouth was moist and warm and her tongue was continuing its maneuvers along my shaft. Again she looked up to my eyes to check her progress, her blue eyes beckoning for approval. I moaned a soft sigh as my eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Likely, that was her signal. She positioned herself over me. Her knees were on each side of my body. Her blonde hair fell around her breasts and with her hand she placed my cock at the entrance of her love nest. She was in no hurry. She wanted to tease and to give me a chance to allow the pressure to subside from her oral manipulation. Her pussy was moist, almost dripping. She meticulously lowered herself onto my cock. At first encompassing only the tip but then slowly drawing me deeper inside her. She wanted to feel every micron of my presence within her. I separated my legs causing hers to open wider and could see her eyes widen as well. Her descent stopped when she had engulfed my whole and I could feel her gently squeeze me from within. Then, just as slowly, she raised herself until only the tip of my cock was still in her. 

It was a graceful dance, each rise and fall becoming more deliberate and forceful. As she would reach the point of total insertion I raised my hips to allow her more. Her breasts rose and fell with each movement and her belly contracted as my cock drove deep into her. I could see the glistening of her nectar on my cock as she rose and felt the smoothness of the glide as I plunged back inside. Her movements began to become frenzied and erratic and I knew she was nearing a climax. I placed my hands on her hips and when she had me deepest within I pulled her tight against me. She shuddered with delight and began to milk the very essence of me. I could feel the ooze of her cum as it trickled down my balls and I began to slowly gyrate my hips to maximize her pleasure. 

Without losing my penetration I rolled her over on her back. She voiced her approval with her eyes never saying a word. My cock was throbbing with tremendous pressure and I knew I was not long in joining her in the throws of ecstasy. I moved my arms under her legs and lifted them to assure ultimate plunge depth. I was going to give this beautiful woman all she could ever desire. My hips drew back and I plunged quickly. I repeated my effort. I could here the suction created from our unity. My balls were bouncing on her soft ass as I increased the frequency of my lunges. Faster and faster I probed. The sweet smell of passion and jasmine surrounded us. The bed was shaking violently as I increased the speed of my assault. I felt the ache in my groin of my impending crescendo. The pace was nearing critical. I couldn't breathe. Sweat poured from my body and onto hers as we indulged our deepest animal passion. She grabbed my ass and pulled me so deep inside her I knew she was beyond the point of no return. I could contain myself no longer. Her fingernails buried deep in the flesh of my butt as I exploded my cum inside. Her own orgasm seemed heightened as she felt my secretion within her. There was at that moment, no distinction between the two of us, only the unified effort to succumb to the desire of the other. I remained rigid, steadfast to the task of fulfilling her every need. She whimpered and released and I knew she had experienced the totality of satisfaction.

The next few moments lasted ages. Time stood still for us. I collapsed in her embrace. She kissed me adoringly, smothering my face with tenderness. She looked into my eyes and uncontrollably began to laugh. The pressure caused my manhood to slip from inside her. The wetness of the union seeping into the bed we lay on. "Marty," she said. "That was the most incredible sex I've ever had. You are a wonderful lover." I blushed at her announcement.

We lingered there in the others arms for a few minutes longer. I wanted it to last forever. We talked of silly things and joked. We basked in the glow of fulfillment and for a while there was no one else in existence and silence engulfed us.

"I have to go," she said finally, breaking the silence just as I was on the brink of sleep. She kissed me and slid off the bed, scurrying around collecting her belongings, then disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned she was fully dressed and seemingly undaunted save the fact that her hair was still down. She leaned over me and kissed me, a tear fell on my face. "Marty, you're the best," were her last words to me and she turned and vanished into the night.

The next day I was discharged. I asked the charge nurse if she knew Donna. She told me there was a Donna who had worked there but had transferred somewhere out west that day. She asked me if I had a problem with her. "No," I replied. I never saw her again but I remember her whenever I smell jasmine.



Midnight Altar



The church was non descript when compared to a great City Cathedral but for the village it was their defining piece of architecture. Perched on a hill flanked by an overgrown apple orchard and the dotted teeth of cemetery stones it was a reminder of the past, a reflection of the present, and subjugation of the future.

Tonight however this stage of alters, stained glass windows, and cavernous musty space was being commandeered, swept into a scene of exposition, of surrender to him and a town infatuated by her beauty.

She considered herself to be intrepid her bravery built on the trust they had together, their chemistry that meshed effortlessly. Many times they had wandered down the path of dominance and submission, each time pushing boundaries finding that delicate and delicious boundary between pleasure and pain. 

Tonight was different, much different. Tonight there was an audience, voyeurs not participants, and hand picked members of a club that were bound by certain covenants, who filled the front pews of the church.

He had lit the church with one hundred hand made candles with each flame capturing slivers of bricks and stone and wind. Alone one candle might strike fear for the unknown but together they suspended realty, created mystery and provided some protection from the wandering eyes.

Two violinists, a cellist and a flute player, accompanied by a singer who seemed to construct her own language provided the music to lose one into.  

She waited patiently in the wings of the church.  She caught her reflection in a window. Dressed in a sheer black frock, naked underneath the silhouette of her body would be revealed in the light of the night. The bells of the church went off. It was midnight the end of a day and the beginning of the next. Twelve sounds like a canon.

He walked up to her and smiled, his heart beating as always to her beauty. They kissed softly letting the current of electricity flow between them. He asked if she was ready and she nodded,

He walked her slowly down the aisle of the church, his queen, his princess, and his slave. The room turned to witness their procession, with many of the woman wishing that she were the center of attention, or at the very least had her man's attention.

The summer air, the humidity of a storm waiting in the wings made the room hot and musty. They reached the stairs leading to the altar and he told her to undress. Slowly and not taking her eyes off of him, pretending that there wasn't a room of witnesses she let the dress fall to the floor. She looked up and smiled. Naked and aroused, nipples hard, with her breathe coming a pace where her chest rose and fell with anticipation. 

A painter, a photographer, a sculptor would have wanted to capture this moment to challenge and push their craft to a level where her beauty, this striking beauty could be preserved for eternity

He turned around so her back and buttocks were presented to the audience. Without hesitation or warning he began to spank her. To let her know that her body was his, that this audience would be aroused by the way he mixed pleasure with pain. He would be the only one that could touch her and they would have to live vicariously through him as he whipped, tasted and took her as he saw fit.

She could feel the wetness betray her desire to remain aloof and detached. She was deeply aroused at being spanked naked in front of these people. He ran his fingers between her legs teasing and opening her. With one hand he supported her waist while with the other he pushed two fingers into her he made her come almost instantly like an animal in heat. 

He brought her in front of the altar and with silk cords he bound her wrists so that she was bent over, her breasts pushed into the marble, her buttocks arched. He went through the same exercise with her legs so that she was tethered and exposed.

He took a clamp and placed it on her clitoris – it bit down in such a delicious manner. She pushed her buttocks back in an almost defiant fashion – demanding, asking, and begging to be whipped.

He took a leather flogger and stood back. He could feel the energy of the audience, the power of the music and the vocalist whose voice kept building in strength. She had no choice but to wait and want. He legs wide apart that even in this candle light she was exposed. She focused on her breasts; on the marble they felt cold as if pressed against a mirror or glass door. She tried to move them back and forth hoping to find friction an edge for her nipples.

The leather strands wrapped itself around her buttocks. It made her catch her breath. As always her Master understood her. It was soft enough to caress her but hard enough to sting. Over and over he whipped her – more gently on her thighs and back or as a tease between her legs, but on her ass he showed less mercy. She lost herself in the sensation, imagining how she must look, how she had accepted her clamp and now the manner in which expertly used the whip to find that place where pleasure was pronounced through the pain. All the nerves on her skin were so alive that she could feel the summer breeze, the heat of the candles, she could hear the operatic sounds and her breath as she waited for her skin to embrace the leather strands.

She found a way to arch her back so that the clamp would catch the edge on the table. The blood seemed to flow into her clitoris she was wet between her legs. Suddenly without warning or any hope of filtering her moans she came 

The whip fell on the floor as he undid his pants and with a single thrust he pushed himself into her. He used his thumb to open her ass, teasing her and massaging her there while they fucked long and hard.

Her hands were untied and even though it was silk scarves he massaged each wrist. He turned her around and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her body was wet from the humidity of the summer night. She drank cold water from a chalice and he asked her if she wanted more.

If she wanted to be tied with her hands above her head. To have the front of her body whipped and then be massaged between the legs and have the audience see what happened when the fluid erupted from her to witness how he could make her come on demand over and over.

She smiled, nodded yes, and reached up waiting for her ties.



Midnight Anal



THE KNOCK CAUGHT me by surprise. The clock on the television showed the time at half-past midnight; it was late for someone to be at the door. I hadn't ordered room-service but perhaps it was just someone who'd mistaken my room for theirs? It would be an easy mistake to make given the hotel had seven floors.

"Mizuki?" It was the one who didn't speak English standing in the corridor.

She smiled at me and tilted her head to one side; her brown eyes widened as though questioning me. I got the message and stood back to let her in. The girl squeezed past me and into the room beyond. I saw her glance at the double bed -- still pristine from the maid's attentions before I'd checked in. My suit bag hung on the rail in the small, open-fronted wardrobe, my tie was draped across the back of the chair, but other than those two items, the room was typically, depressingly standard.

"Mizuki...?" I spread my arms in question. It was futile trying to talk to her; I didn't know a word of Japanese. "What...?"

The pretty girl's pink tongue ran across her lips as she mentally inventoried the furniture. I didn't know if she meant it as a provocative act, but if it was, it worked. She was still dressed as I'd seen her in the bar, in what looked to be a man's white shirt, a ruffled skirt -- which only nodded towards decency -- a broad leather belt, and a pair of black ... stockings. I'd been caught eyeing the two inches of thigh visible between stocking top and hem already that evening but I took another look now. The combined effect of Mizuki's pink tongue and her clothing unsettled me. I felt a slide of desire in the pit of my stomach and my cock jerked a little inside my jeans.

She just smiled at me. I had no idea what was going on in the girl's head. Without Natsumi, Mizuki's friend, we had no interpreter. Natsumi had been the one to ask, in faltering English, if the two women could sit in the same alcove I'd occupied in the bar earlier. The place was thronged, and the only seats left were the ones where I sat alone.

"We sit here please?" Natsumi had asked while her cute friend clasped her drink and stood by.

I glanced at the speaker, looked to her friend, looked back to Natsumi and said, "Sure. Here, sit down." And then took another long look at Mizuki.

The girls were part of a tour group seeing England by coach. They were excited at the prospect of visiting the city of York the next day. For the next two hours we sat in the alcove and, between drinks, told our respective stories. It was an interesting evening, but difficult. The girl I fancied wasn't the one who spoke English. I thought it would've been bad manners to show more interest in Mizuki than I showed Natsumi; especially since all the conversation had to pass through her.

"What do you want, Mizuki?" I asked. "How did you find my room?"

I knew the answer to the second question. I recalled that when Natsumi had excused herself and left us to visit the toilet Mizuki had picked up my key fob and examined it. She'd said something to me in Japanese and given me that perfect-toothed smile. I'd had no clue as to what she'd said, and we were rejoined by Natsumi very soon after, but that must have been when she'd noted my room number.

What was the answer to the first question? I was about to find out.

The girl put her hands on her hips and fixed me with a fierce stare. She sighed, exasperated, and then let loose a string of words I didn't understand. She sounded angry at me and I wondered what the hell I'd done to offend her. I shrugged and shook my head. The girl flung the small shoulder bag she carried onto the bed and chattered again. She looked at me as though I was stupid -- and I admit I did feel a little thick.

The door was still at my back; I hadn't moved since Mizuki had slid past me. I calculated a retreat. Was she a crazy woman? Scenarios played out in my head. Things could get very awkward if this all went wrong. I actually took a pace backwards when Mizuki moved towards me.

"I think you should go. It's late and—"

As the girl took a step nearer she began to unbuckle the belt around her narrow waist. I heard the buckle hit the carpeted floor with a clink. Then, with her almond-shaped eyes locked with mine, Mizuki pulled the shirt from the waistband of her skirt and began to unbutton it from the top button down.

I swallowed ...hard. My penis realised her intentions long before my brain. I was dimly aware of the ache in my cock, but I was too entranced by the sight of this beautiful Japanese girl slowly stripping in front of me. A foot or so from me, she paused. The girl hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the skirt ...

She stepped out of the skirt; her shirt gaped and I could see Mizuki's flat stomach and a thatch of straight, black hair, neatly trimmed, lower down. My cock grew insistent and I gulped again. She murmured something in her own language and made a hand gesture and pulled a face that seemed to ask for my opinion.

"Beautiful," I whispered. "Very beautiful." I nodded to emphasise the point and let my gaze linger over those exquisite bits of her I could see. The stockings she wore to mid-thigh heightened the eroticism of this unexpected encounter. When I looked into her eyes they twinkled with pleasure and the girl smiled.

She moved closer and pressed her long body against me. In her heels Mizuki was only an inch or two shorter, and when she tilted her face upwards to offer her mouth I reacted at last and kissed her shining lips.

Desire exploded between us. In a frenzy of hot kisses and swirling tongues, I lifted her off her feet and, with her legs clamped around my waist, carried her towards the bed. I stood at the foot of the bed and we kissed for long seconds. Her arms were around my neck, her legs around my middle, and I took her slight weight in the palms of my hands. Her arse felt firm and I felt her arousal with the tips of my fingers when I hefted her into a more comfortable position in my arms. I growled into her mouth and slid the tip of a forefinger into her opening.

Mizuki moaned and broke the kiss. She jumped down from my embrace and fumbled at my belt and jeans. During the time it took her to unbuckle me and for me to struggle out of the denim leggings, Mizuki muttered in Japanese. She let out a small cry when my erection popped into view, and then nodded and grinned as she sat on the edge of the bed and reached for me.

Now it was my turn to moan when her slim fingers clamped tight around my girth. A few quick strokes with her fist and I felt I'd burst. To heighten my panic, Mizuki leaned forward and, with my cock in her hand, took the tip of my penis between her lips. Again I groaned and pushed my fingers into her straight, black hair. I fucked into the girl's mouth; she'd ignited my lust and I wanted her with an urgency I'd not felt in years.

Mizuki let my cock spring from her mouth with a wet, audible pop. She grinned up at me and then shuffled her backside along the bedcover. Lying back, she opened her legs and revealed herself.

"Fuck, Mizuki," I moaned when I saw the goo trickling from her. I tugged at my cock, my eyes wide and staring -- I was hungry for her.

Mizuki giggled and waggled her tongue at me. She pointed to her sex and I knew instantly what she wanted.

I dropped to my knees and hooked my arms under the girl's knees. I hauled her closer to me and leaned in to take a first, long lick at her slit. She squealed as I teased her opening with the tip of my tongue. Then, when I dabbed at her clitoris, I heard her give a long sigh of pleasure and she gabbled at me in Japanese.

Licking her was divine. Arousal slid from her in a steady trickle while I lapped at her like a thirsty dog at a water bowl. I knew without words when I was doing things right. Mizuki's sighs, moans, and sometimes shrieks of pleasure were my yardstick; I was determined to give this girl a good time.

I noticed she especially enjoyed the expeditionary probing with my tongue down towards the cleft of her arse. She blurted in surprise but didn't resist when, in a quick move, I rolled her over onto her front. Mizuki lifted herself onto her elbows and surveyed me over her shoulder. I gazed at the superb twin mounds of her buttocks and then parted the globes to reveal the smudge of her anus. Her eyes widened when my intention became clear to her. "I'm going to lick your sphincter..." 

Mizuki groaned and thrust back on my face when I kept my word. She lifted her hips from the bed and I slid my tongue over her body. I devoured her bubbling, scarlet cunt and then squirmed my tongue into her anus as far as I could reach. During the onslaught, I pushed first one, and then a second finger inside her soaking cleft. I curled the digits and fingered where I hoped her G-spot would be.

It worked. The attack sent Mizuki over the edge and she thrashed and groaned in climax. Despite her squirming and bucking I kept my mouth tight against her, but matched my attention to her tapering orgasm.

Eventually, temporarily sated, Mizuki lay panting and face-down on the bed. I stood at its foot and watched her. She rolled onto her back and then sat up. Mizuki gestured at me to take off my tee-shirt, as she then slid her shirt over her shoulders.

Her high, round breasts excited me. They suited her lithe, athletic frame perfectly. I growled and clambered onto the bed next to her; she giggled when I suckled at her pebble-sized nipples.

She let out a cry when I pushed her onto her back and pushed her legs apart. I don't know what she thought I was about to do but she became very agitated. Mizuki shook her head vehemently and cupped a hand over her pubis.

Damn, I thought. She's got me all dressed up with no place to go. I held my erection in my fist. "And what am I meant to do with this?"

Mizuki giggled; I didn't see the funny side at that point, but the girl squirmed around and grabbed her handbag. She undid the catch and reached inside. Grinning she brought out two items. I was relieved to see one of them one was a square, foil packet. A condom! So that was why she'd objected? She thought I was just going to fuck into her bareback. I smiled at her and nodded with enthusiasm. "Give it to me. I'll put it on."

And then Mizuki really surprised me.

I ripped open the packet and rolled the johnny over my erection. Then, before turning onto her front, Mizuki passed me the second item from her bag. It was a small tube of lube. "I don't think we need this, girl," I said and held the thing up. "You're plenty wet enough down there." Mizuki gabbled at me and pulled a face. She could see by my gormless expression that I hadn't a clue. She sighed and reached behind herself with both hands. It was then the penny dropped. "Fucking hell!" I blurted. "... You mean?" 

Mizuki slid the tip of a middle finger into her sphincter and murmured to me.

With shaking hands I squirted a blob of the gooey stuff onto the stain of her arsehole. Mizuki spread the stuff around. She muttered to me again and held herself wide open. With a lingering look at her long legs in those black leggings she wore, I wriggled forwards on my knees and held myself over her body. With one hand on the bed to steady me I guided my cock-head towards that place. "You sure?" I muttered. "You want it in your arse?"

The girl snarled and I took that to mean: "Stop fucking about and fuck my dirty hole."

So I did.

Mizuki moaned when I nudged against her body. I felt the resistance of her tight ring as it tried to repel my invasion, but with a little more force I felt it give suddenly. The head of my cock penetrated her dirty hole and caused Mizuki to groan. She let go of her arse cheeks now that I was part way inside her and, as she pushed her hips up to me, hefted herself onto her elbows and craned her neck to look back at me.

I saw wild-eyed excitement in her eyes. She muttered to me and jerked her hips quickly and I took this as a signal to slide in deeper. The girl let out another long, low groan as my pubis touched her round buttocks. Her head slumped forward; with her long, black hair spreading across the coverlet. I saw her fingers claw into the soft duvet; it was as though Mizuki was fighting to get away from me but in reality she wanted me deeper inside her anus. She thrust back at me urgently, using the bed as support as she pushed against it with her hands.

The shape of her body; the curve of her spine; her narrow waist and wide hips, and her groaning spurred me to action. The room was suddenly filed with the sounds of slapping flesh as I fucked into Mizuki and our bodies collided in a steady rhythm.

Mizuki began to pant and mewl more urgently. I sensed she was close to another climax. The reason became apparent when I noticed through my own clouded perception that one of her arms was beneath her writhing body. I only assumed she was rubbing her clit to elicit a second orgasm.

It wasn't long in coming. I had to pull out of the girl's body to stop myself from squirting into the condom. I didn't want this to end just yet; I wanted to savour this delicious girl for as long as I could. She'd arrived out of the blue, and I wasn't going to let a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this slip by too fast. I had no idea what was to follow in the coming days, but at that time I was eager to make the most of it.

Mizuki spoke to me in rapid Japanese. She moved from the bed quickly and grabbed my arm to drag me along with her. I watched bemused, my sheathed cock waggling in front of me, as the girl arranged furniture. She hauled a chair to a position in front of the long mirror bolted to the wall. Mizuki pointed to the chair with a red-tipped finger. I understood her meaning, and sat.

Next, facing the mirror, she straddled my thighs and reached between her legs to hold my cock upright. After a moment's fumbling she sank down onto my erection, taking it deep into her anus in one, long slide.

I felt twin stings like insect bites on my upper thighs. The girl had lifted her feet and, still with those shoes on, stabbed her heels into my flesh. I'd have two scars, one on each leg, for life, a reminder of that night, but at the time the pain was insignificant as the picture in the mirror displaced all thought of physical discomfort.

Mizuki had angled the chair perfectly. From my position beneath her I could clearly see the girth of my cock stretching her arsehole. Immediately above our conjunction was Mizuki's scarlet slit, gaping and wet, with the tuft of pubic hair at the top. I reached around with my free arm and rubbed her clitoris. The girl grunted and wriggled a little when I fingered her sex. Again she burbled something incoherent to my ears and I glanced up at her reflection. I'd never seen an expression like the one on her face. She had that glazed-eyed, slack-jawed look that told me she was lost in a world of sensations. Mizuki moaned and fell back against me. She was a tall girl, but slightly built and her weight was nothing to me as she slumped across my torso.

Then, since the only stimulation for me was the visual in the mirror, I left Mizuki's cunt alone and took her narrow waist in both hands. Like this I could manipulate the girl at will and was soon using her arse for my own, selfish pleasure as I forced her up and down on my shaft.

Mizuki went berserk. I was fascinated by her facial expressions as we fucked. She moaned and groaned and sighed and jabbered while my cock reamed her anus and she rubbed at her hot sex roughly. She came again, slicing her heels down my legs as she thrashed wildly.

I jumped up at the pain and almost tipped Mizuki, still groaning, onto the carpet. The girl clambered onto the bed with the urgency of someone climbing into a lifeboat on a sinking ship. She lay on her side, rump offered to me, and looked back over her shoulder. One hand held her buttocks apart in invitation and I moved quickly to spoon behind her. I pushed my cock into her and stabbed urgently again and again.

My climax surged through me. I felt the rush begin and knew I was seconds away. Still pounding Mizuki's abused sphincter, I grabbed her roughly and forced her face around to mine. I kissed her, hard, and let the sensations wash over me. Mizuki grunted into my mouth and struggled against my grip, but I remained relentless, selfish in the great swirling pleasure as my seed spurted into the sheath around my cock.

I woke up and saw the time was nearly four in the morning. Mizuki had gone. I remembered holding the condom against my cock as I slid out of the girl's arse. I'd wrapped the thing in toilet paper and managed to flush it away. Then, all I can recall was the sting in my thighs and the lovely Japanese girl snuggling against me as we drifted to sleep in darkness. My cock twitched with renewed interest when I recalled the image of Mizuki's anus stretched around my cock in the mirror. Deciding to leave it alone, I rolled onto my side and searched for sleep. The alarm eventually went off at six-thirty. I showered, dressed, packed my few belongings and went down to breakfast. I didn't see either Mizuki or her friend, Natsumi in the dining room, and so went out to the car park behind the hotel to prepare for the day.

The Japanese tour groups are a well-disciplined lot and my passengers arrived promptly at eight-thirty. Mizuki winked at me as she climbed the steps at the front of the coach; her friend however treated me to a scathing look. That was all I needed, Natsumi reporting me to my bosses for fucking her friend's arse.

It wasn't until she snuck back to the bus after I'd dropped the party in York that Natsumi put my mind at rest. There I was, all nice and comfy stretched out on the back seat catching up on lost sleep when I heard a knocking at the door.

"Mizuki tell me what she do last night, Mr Ralph," she said when I let her on board. "She tell me what you do to her. She say it very good fucking." 

The girl stared at me for a long moment. Uh-oh, I thought. Here it comes...

"Tonight it my turn. I very angry at Mizuki for not bringing me too. Tonight you fuck me. Not in ass, in pussy. She have boyfriend. She think that pussy is for he, but ass is OK for you to fuck. I no have boyfriend. You fuck my pussy. Fuck it good."

Flabbergasted I gaped at Natsumi like a landed fish. She grinned at me and I began to notice, more about her. I'd decided that Mizuki was the cuter of the two, and she was, but I'd been blinded by Mizuki's obvious charms, whereas Natsumi was more subtle. I saw the swell of her considerable chest under her sweater; her eyes were pretty beneath the glasses she wore...

I nodded and grinned. After clearing my throat I replied: "OK. See you n the hotel bar..."

Natsumi clambered off the bus. The door hissed shut behind her and I was left alone with my thoughts. Five more nights with this group. It was going to be interesting!



Midnight Assaults



Hey, this is a story that takes place in a different universe than the other ones. In this universe, I live in an apartment close to my university that I study in, and I have this next door neighbor that suddenly became a constant tease.

It was a normal Friday night, one of those I spend at home watching TV and relaxing from daily stress. I had caught my favorite show on TV and I was so relaxed on my armchair I was just about to close my eye, when the bell rang. I opened the door and to my surprise it was my next door neighbor Electra. She had never visited me again at night so it was a bit strange that she was standing in front of me, holding a set of some casual clothes and underwear (!). She seems a nice person generally but sometimes the volume of her music is a little annoying-like the genres she listens to aren't loud enough. 

"Hey, what's up Electra , is everything OK?" I asked her a little worried. 

"Oh hey Orion, I am really sorry for bothering u at almost 12 AM but I finished my night workout minutes ago only to discover that the water in my apartment is cut. I will call somebody to fix it tomorrow but for now I need to have a shower here if it's possible, pretty please!?"

"Oh I am sorry to hear that. There's no problem of course, you can use my shower, make it feels like home." I ensured her. 

"Thank you, you are the best!" She told me and gave me a peck on my cheek, enthusiastically. 

There had only been 2 minutes since she got in the shower and I approached the bathroom to ask her if she was fine, but what I confronted was unexpected. She hadn't closed the door completely so I had a pretty clear view of the bathtub with only a thin semi-transparent curtain between her and my eyes. She was studying psychology but you could say she was an athlete as she has got a nice slim body and a perfectly round ass. I knew that already but this time I had a really clear view of her silhouette behind the curtain. Unwittingly my hands were already caressing inside my crotch area as what I was watching was a great pleasure to my eyes. She was making slow movements using her hands instead of a sponge to clean her and that was really sexy. By that time I had let my cock out of my pants and I was slowly stroking it matching eventually her movement rhythm. Her hands were now massaging her inside thighs finding their way to her pubic area. Her ass then touched the wet curtain and gave me a full image of itself as it was lined perfectly on the synthetic material. The thought of my cock getting inside this firm ass was now inside my mind and it didn't left my balls uninterested. I felt the hot sperm flooding my tests and I rushed to the kitchen so I could wipe myself after the ejaculation. With the picture of her naked body in my mind I let a small moan and I let my sperm go collecting it with a towel so I could easily get rid of it. After a couple of minutes she got out of the bathroom leaving a trail of flower fragrant. 

She once again thanked me and kissed me for goodnight. 

"You can use my shower whenever you want." I told her and she answered with a wink. What a night it was.

The next night I had just returned home from a night-out with my best friends and I was about to call it a day, but then the bell rang as the previous night. Electra was standing once again behind the door and looked a bit frustrated. 

"Hey Electra, don't tell me the shower is not working again. I thought u had it fixed this morning."

"No, the shower is fine, but I have a bigger problem tonight. The time is almost 2 AM and I can't close my eyes to sleep. I have tried everything but nothing helps." 

"Hahahaha, have you tried masturbation? It works fine with me, I get to sleep in moments after I finish." I said in a humoristic tone as I was getting some ease with her. 

"Masturbation huh? I've never thought of it to be honest. I really needed a solution to my insomnia problem. Erm... could you make me some milk as a final try? " She asked in a pleading way. 

"Yeah sure, if it's going to help you." So I went to the kitchen and started making her some milk. 

The picture I saw when I got back in the living room was surely not what I last remembered. 

Electra was arced back on the couch, her arms were inside her panties and obviously rubbing her pussy. She had closed her eyes and seemingly she enjoyed every moment of it. This was a little shock to me as I wasn't sexually active for the recent 2 months and this girl masturbating in front of me was just my neighbor that I was sharing a "good morning" and nothing too personal. The glass of milk I was holding was now shattered on the floor. I was astonished by the action that was taking place in front of me and it soon became obvious inside my pants. She was now making loud moans and that made me horny as hell. She wasn't paying any attention to me so I just sat down in an armchair and unzipped my jeans. She was now pinching her nipples inside her top and this was driving me crazy as I was madly stroking my cock. The room was warmed up by the heat our bodies were emitting and our body scents were mixed in the air making the atmosphere intoxicating. 

Electra suddenly opened her eyes and her look was so sexy that stunned me immediately. 

"Come sit by me, now!" She commanded me and well... who am I to disobey such a sexy creature as her. 

"Help me, Orion. Eat with my pussy and make me climax hard, make me exhausted." She pleaded me and I took her hand away from her lips, I took of her shorts and panties and kneeled in front of her. I started playfully licking her clit which by her reactions I did well. She kept her nipples busy even though she didn't get her top off-maybe she wasn't that comfortable with my presence. I was now penetrating her pussy with my tongue and she clipped her legs from pleasure as she was encouraging me to continue. With my tongue always working, I inserted two of my fingers in her now soaking wet pussy to help her cum and with my other hand I was stroking my fully erect cock. Her orgasm wasn't late and surprisingly matched mine, so I felt her insides lock my fingers in and her fluids fill them, while the intensity was draining away from her body and into the atmosphere with a really loud moan. I finished uncontrollably on her face which thankfully didn't seem to bother her-she even licked some of my semen showing her approval. We sat on the sofa together trying to catch our breath. 

"What the hell was that?!" I asked full of amazement and surprise, but no answer came back to me. 

She was fast asleep as I had promised her she would. I don't know if I was happy about that because I really wanted to continue our sexual intercourse. I let her sleep on the couch and covered her with a blanket and I had a shower before sleep. 

The next morning I woke up and went to the living room but there was no sign of her spending the night in my house last night. I was a little confused because I had no idea if I dreamed all of this or it was a real thing. However, I continued my day normally until the night -what a surprise - when I heard the familiar bell ring. 

Electra showed up when I opened the door, but she was different - or that was how I found her at this time. She was wearing a seductive look on her face and was biting her lower lip as if she was about to ask something hard to say. She also was wearing a purple transparent night gown that didn't hide at all her underwear. I could distinguish her black lacy bra and her tiny black thong. I stood there speechless as she got in, swaying her firm ass. Her full buttocks were clearly visible through the thin material and it was obvious she did nothing to cover them. I already was aroused by the sight of her hot body but I still didn't know what had that night to offer me. 

"Don't tell me you can't sleep again, I thought I gave you a solution." I said unsurely because I wasn't persuaded about what really happened last night. 

"Oh, no problem actually, I just felt lonely tonight and since you are a night owl and I enjoy your company I thought I could spend some time with you." She told me winking at me playfully. 

I poured her some wine and we sat in the living room close to each other and the night started. 

In the next 2 hours I found out that I really love spending time with her. We were laughing and joking around and after getting a little tipsy we became more daring to each other and the physical contact was frequent. 

I let her put some music and we stood up and danced together in the fancy rhythm of her favorite Hip Hop songs. The wine had done his miracle so we were somewhat clumsy but nothing of it really mattered that time as long as we were enjoying ourselves. Since I was comfortable with her I was stripped to only my boxers.( I know we did things last night that you'd suppose they made us obviously comfortable but no one mentioned anything about it so it was like it didn't happen.) I was getting hard down there but she couldn't notice visually because she was dancing in front of me with her back against me. However this position made her butt swaying and brushing against my cock that only some millimeters of cloth separated from her curves. I was sure I wanted to fuck her badly but she was so much into the moment she didn't seem to care about sex. 

When her favorite trap song came in and her whole attitude changed. She took of her night gown remaining with only her underwear on and made me sit on the floor in a lying position. Then she got on four with her ass close to my face and started twerking with her buttocks going up and down in the quick beat of the song. The black thong she wore was so thin that I could see her pussy lips part and her asshole calling me to get inside. It was one of the most arousing moments I've ever experienced and it wasn't over yet. 

She then moved her ass so that she was now dancing right above my hard dick, often rubbing it with her crotch and sometimes imprisoning it inside her ass crack. I couldn't have any more of this without doing anything. When the song finished I got up and had her kneel in front of me. She got the message and she lowered my boxers revealing my now throbbing cock, already lubricated by pre-cum. She looked at me and she licked around her lips showing me that she was cock-hungry. 

"Let me see how deep in your throat can I get, bitch" I said challenging her in order to have what I wanted. 

"You will get amazed by my skills, horny man" She provoked me and she opened her mouth receiving my cock head in it. She licked it for some time and then trailed my whole length with her tongue reaching my balls. She went up again and she started giving me a really astounding blowjob while her hands were playing with my testicles. I was caressing her hair and slowly forced her to take me even deeper in her throat. I couldn't believe she could do it without choking. After some moments I felt my cum emerge and I let her know so she stepped back and took me again in her mouth just to swallow all my cum. I felt the urge to taste my fluids so I attacked her mouth with my tongue and we fell on the floor kissing passionately. The taste of my semen mixed with her saliva and our now all sweaty bodies pressed together made us intense and rough in our movements. She dragged me down to her and I ripped off her bra and panties leaving her as naked as she was born. 

I cupped her tits with both my hands and started pinching her nipples. She was now moving her lower body to rub her clit on my leg and I felt her body shivering because of it. I had ejaculated minutes ago but I knew I should be soon ready to fuck her, so I had only to keep her aroused till then. I took her in my hands and repositioned her on fours. I began spanking her ass with force with my one hand and the other slapping her pussy area for maximum arousal. 

"OH YES, Orion slap me like a filthy bitch" She begged me loudly, so I continued.

The sound of her firm skin being roughly spanked got me soon erected again. I told her to tie her hair to a ponytail and so she did. Then, without warning her, I rushed my prick into her fuck whole and made her scream. I kept thrusting in her pussy and grabbed her tied hair like a rein pulling her head and upper body closer to me so her waist was arced receiving my whole length. We followed our good rhythm and my cock was sliding inside her wet but really tight pussy. While fucking her, I penetrated her ass with three of my fingers and she soon was unable to endure the pleasuring pain. She reached her orgasm shouting my name in such a stimulating voice and soon after I got out and finished on her tits and belly. I wiped her clean with my tongue and lay next to her, panting and exhausted. 

"That was a hell of a night" We both agreed.

"Are you into some cuddling for tomorrow night?" She asked. 

"If by cuddling you mean rough sex I am surely into it." I ensured her. 

"I couldn't mean something else, horny boy."



Midnight At The Lake



Jezebelle smiled with pleasure and delight as she was spending her vacation with Master Aristede. Master Aristede was a Dominant lover and friend. They had been chatting via the phone and Internet for some time when he offered to pay her airfare to Indiana. She gladly accepted his offer.

Now they would be able to enjoy each other's company in every way a Master and pet could. There was hope in her heart that these days would be very interesting and wonderful.

She was going to be his submissive for ten days to learn what it would be like to be with a Master and finally submit completely to one man. This would be the first time that Jezebelle would be a submissive in person with any man, instead of using the phone or Internet. This would be different, since it would be twenty-four hours a day instead of just a few hours at a time. There would be a major difference which she hoped she could handle.

Master Aristede knew her lack of one-on-one experience, and promised to her training. The first few days were full of testing and disciplinary actions, learning what he was like as a Dom, plus learning to respond to his commands.

*************

Jezebelle was to prepare the Jacuzzi for Master Aristede, who always enjoyed a good soaking after his morning walk in the woods behind the house. The Jacuzzi was in a large room with a steam room, massage table, shower, and large television with DVD player. From this room, a doorway led to the exercise, pool and play rooms.

First she prepared the tub by heating it up, getting the necessary robe, towels and other miscellaneous items. Next she noticed Master Aristede adjusting the timers as she placed the items on the first tray by the tub, while on the second placed his snacks.

He sat on the leather bench to remove his sneakers, while she moved behind him to help with removing his polo shirt. Wiggling her body against his back, she pulled the shirt tale out of his pants. Out came the shirt tale with her fingers inching to the bottom in order to pull it over his muscular torso.

Up went his arms as the shirt was pulled off his head. Her fingers brushed against the back of his arms and hands, sending waves of bliss down to vulnerable womanhood. She could feel some of her juices beginning to flow between her inner lips.

Another shiver of happiness shot through her when his long curly hair tickled her aroused nipples. Without realizing it her breasts surrounded his curly head of dark hair.

Her fingers started to make swirling designs down his back as he stood up before she unbuckled his belt to open his zipper. Her fingers moved under his waistband to the sides of his body. Down went his briefs and pants in one swift movement.

As the pants reached his ankles, he lifted his leg one at time for her to take the stripped away cloths. She picked up the cloths to put them in the hamper, as Master Aristede went to shower off before getting in to the Jacuzzi.

She followed him into the tub but walked around the tub on the seat to encircle the tub. Once by the refreshments she sat down on the back of the tub wall with her legs spread wide open, waiting for him to sit down.

It was view of beauty for him to admire before sitting down. He sat between her open legs, resting his head against her belly. The base of his curly hair tickled her throbbing lips as he made himself comfortable.

Jezebelle moaned in need, for more than just his hair to that was electrifying her. Oh how she would love for his tongue, his fingers, or better yet his cock to follow his hair as stimulators on her swollen lips.

He chuckled to himself, listening to her mews of arousal. She desired sexual pleasures, but she was learning that he controlled that part of her now.

What enjoyment her fingers could give when she massaged his tight shoulders. Between her fingers and the hot water, he just relaxed there for some time. Her fingers never stopped moving, massaging his neck, shoulders and head.

Master Aristede stopped her fingers when he took hold of wrist to pull her into the water with him. In the Jacuzzi, the two of them relaxed in each other's arms. They cuddled, kissed, while Master Aristede teased her under the water. Playfully she would try to escape his magical fingers, only to be caught in his legs. What legs they were! Strong, powerful and always able pull her back to his chest. She could never escape once in his grip, of course, she never wanted to either.

She was allowed to take a relaxing soak with Master Aristede for a while longer before dressing for the evening. Before either of them knew it, they were asleep in each other's arms as the water became cool. He woke up first and got out of the tub to head for the bedroom after turning the Jacuzzi on for another half an hour. The view of her sleeping in the tub was delicious to see, a look of beauty and satisfaction.

*************

Master Aristede and Jezebelle cuddled in the back row of the theater during the movie. His hands roamed freely over her body while he listened to her soft moans in his ear. He enjoyed her wiggling at his touch and desired to taunt her unmercifully. Every time her body wiggled next to his, his own manly desires grew, causing his pants to get tighter by the moment. He planned to torment her until she was more than ready to give him anything and everything this evening.

They sat down to eat about nine in the evening. After the movie, they went to a local seafood restaurant. During their meal, they discussed a variety of things including the movie they had just seen.

While waiting for their dinners to arrive, they enjoyed a couple of drinks. Jezebelle looked around the beautiful restaurant to see all the people enjoying each others company. She wondered if there were any other couples like them treasuring each other.

She spotted a couple across the way having some veggies and dip. The man was having it in a very unusual manner, almost as if they were Master and submissive. That's when she realized there were many more couples like that.

"Yes, my pet, this is a restaurant for Masters to enjoy their submissive openly in a public atmosphere. They offer this convenience one night a week, catering to this special clientele," Master Aristede advised seeing the surprised look on her face.

She looked at him with some surprise, but not shock. That's when his hand snaked around her neck to open the first few buttons of her blouse to reveal her beautiful cleavage. The fingers of his other hand covered the inviting valley with dip; just before his tongue reached in to take a delicious lick at his appetizing delicacies.

"Oh my," she cooed from the delight he was giving her. For a short moment she felt a little embarrassed just before, her willingness to give herself to him washed over her mind.

As her mind was reeling in untold pleasures, his hand squeezed the top of her thigh under the table making her wiggle with delight. Besides the leg squeezing, he would turn the remote control vibrator on again. It was nested inside of her moist love nest.

He had used the remote during the movie, which made her squirm beside him even more. He could see the longing with wantonness growing in her eyes, which he could not see during the movies. He could feel her excitement growing with each breath she took.

Jezebelle took her shoe off in order for her toes to playful rub up and down his leg under his pants. After a time, she pulled her toes out to move them up to his crotch to play with his slowly growing hardness. Her toes dug in a little deeper into his balls when the vibrating eggs inside of her craving womanhood brought her to the edge of yet another orgasm.

There was a look of total pleasure in his eyes when her toes dug in their deepest. He knew she was near the edge once again. The pressure from her toes was not painful to him; in fact, it tickled his increasing desire to continue the game he was playing.

After dinner, Jezebelle still in a half dazed state of mind, walked out to his car with their arms around each other's waists. She was too weak to walk by herself. She needed support. Her frame of mind was very willing and submissive, which would make the rest of their evening amazingly sweet for both of them.

Now in his car with all the windows and moon roof open, the air was comfortably cool.

Master Aristede watched her reclining in the passenger seat with her hand out the window with the wind blowing through her open fingers. He reached over to caress her soft blonde hair.

Jezebelle moaned at his gentle touched while leaning her head into the palm of his hand. Her left hand reached over to run her fingertips up and down his leg. Oh how she enjoyed these tender moments between them.

He leaned over to pull her closer for a kiss as their car seemed caught in traffic jam. He put the car in park, as he pulled her closer to him, releasing the seat belt. Her fingers moved to get lost in his curly hair. The kiss deepened as his lips enveloped hers, with his tongue moving passed her lips. Their tongues played in ecstasy as she submitted even further to him then she already was.

As the kiss ended, her head fall on his shoulder, sleepy, dazed, not sure what was happening to her. She felt his shoulder shifting under her head as the car rolled forward a few yards at a time.

Once the traffic cleared, she was told to get back in her seat and put the seat belt back on. Her mind was swimming in total rapture at the gentle touch of Master Aristede.

Jezebelle had come to trust this man and she did not know where they were going nor did she really care. Before she was aware of anything, he had turned off the engine with the car under some trees in the bright moonlight.

He was getting out of the car when her mind realized what was going on. They both got out carrying a blanket and basket with some Sangria, crackers and cheese down to the beach. She laid the blanket out on the beach close to the tree line with a beautiful view of the lake. When they sat on the blanket, Master Aristede removed the chilled bottle of Sangria and two glasses from the basket. She held the glasses for him to fill.

"Look how the moon reflects on the ripples of the water. The lake is beautiful in the moon light," she observed.

"Yes, it is beautiful. This is a private beach, so we won't be disturbed," he agreed as he took his glass from her hand.

Jezebelle looked around the lake to see only a few houses mixed among the trees that surrounded the lake. "It looks so peaceful," she commented as his hand wandered across her back to bring her closer to him.

At a distance, they could hear the town clock chiming in the background as it broke through the silence of the evening. She counted the chimes and when the clock struck twelve his lips were upon hers with light passionate kiss.

"Oh that's so sweet," he said when the kiss broke.

He smiled over at her, watching the moonlight glistening off her hair. He sighed contentedly as he leaned back on the blanket on one arm while sipping the wine.

After they finished their glasses of wine with some crackers with cheese, they laid back on the blanket in each other's arms. Her hand caressed his chest with her head rested on his shoulder. His hand brushed over her arm softly in circles. In the background the crickets were singing their song along with their soft moans of Master and his pet.

"An amazing night, isn't it?" Master Aristede asked.

"Absolutely, it's very comfortable with a cool breeze coming off the lake," she replied with a delightful voice and a dreamy quality in her eyes.

As she lay on the blanket, the wine started to make her much dizzier and submissive to his touch. Jezebelle saw a glint in Master Aristede's eyes with her deep cleavage looming before him.

He watched the curves in the brilliant moonlight rise and fall with each breath she took. There was a stirring in his pants as his cock came engorged with the desire to make love vigorously alive. He rolled onto his side before sliding his hand over the curve of her silky white breasts.

At the soft touch of his fingers, she writhed with a moan of pleasure that came from deep in her throat, "Mmmmmm."

His fingers slowly explored the silky skin under the blouse moving slowly under the white lacy bra. "Your skin is so smooth," he whispered to her as his fingers swept over her skin, with a light tickle, more intimate than anything else. "You are beautiful . . ." he said sweetly as he moved closer to kiss her neck.

"Ooooooohhhhhhh yes, Sir that is wonderful," she crooned quietly as her hands moved around his broad shoulder to embrace him.

Master Aristede's fingers slid across the inside of her thighs, avoiding the heat between her legs, provoking her gently. His other hand moved to trace slow circles around her left nipple touching the areolas. He brushed his teeth against her neck lightly to kiss her again on the neck hungrily, gently marking her.

"Oh Sir, that is so wonderful," she cooed, as her hands moved down the front of his shirt. Her hand purposely paused over each button, unfastening them one by one to reveal his muscularly tanned chest. She could not wait to run her fingers all through his chest hair.

Master Aristede tugged sharply at his shirt as the last button popped away. Once his shirt revealed his chest, his small nipples tightened from the cool air. He smiled tenderly as he rolled totally onto his back while he watched as her fingers danced across his chest. Her body shifted as he rolled with her in his embrace.

Once she adjusted to her new position, her head moved to his nipples to lick them, tease them with her tongue and teeth. He moaned while stroking her back.

"No one has ever touched me like that before," he said, his eyes were wide with surprise. "Yes . . ." he hissed as his hands roamed smoothly and swiftly over the warmth of her skin. With the edge of her blouse in his fingers he pulled it out of her skirt.

Her lips slowly travel across his chest leaving little kisses in a wake to the other nipple. The taste of his skin was delicious, "Mmmmm, tasty," she moaned between her licking kisses.

Master Aristede inhaled softly, since this submissive was the first to pay this much attention to his chest. He was pleased, very pleased to be with her. He smiled into her eyes as he raised her lips to his. The kiss was deep and passionate when the hooks opened, freeing her breasts inside her blouse.

As the kiss ended, Jezebelle slowly inched her way up into a kneeling position. Once she was sitting on her heels, she started to lift the blouse and bra off her body. She felt his hands embrace both breast as the blouse went over her head.

"OHHH yes, Sir. Mmmmmmmm," she moaned. As the blouse fell to the sand, she looked down into his dominant dark eyes with a smile.

A smile grew on his lips as her perfectly voluptuous breasts revealed themselves causing him to gasp when he saw them. "Pretty, pretty girl... Mmmmmmm . . ." he commented as his fingers squeezed and pulled on the nipples. Master Aristede leaned forward, with his mouth pressed against her belly. He nibbled his way up, past her navel, to her breasts, to swirl his tongue around her nipple.

"Aaaahhhh yesssssss," she said as she rolled her head back arching her breasts arched closer to his demanding mouth and tongue.

She liked surrendering herself to this man, this Master for the past few days and tonight it was so easy to enjoy the loving caresses he was rewarding her. With his left hand supporting her back, he took her nipple deeper into his mouth until he began suckling it hungrily. The playing continued with his right hand over the other breast.

"Mmmmmmmmm yes," she moaned loudly.

Master Aristede kissed her breast slowly before crossing over her cleavage to the other hardening nipple. He smiled possessively at her as she sparkled in the moonlight from his trail of wet kisses across her naked breasts.

"Oh yes," she moaned in a very high pitched whimper as he carefully laid her down on the blanket. Her hands rose to run her fingers through his hair allowing the strands to curl around her fingers.

He moaned in fascination as his right hand slipped down to her waist to undo the button and zipper, discovering that the skirt had twisted on her body moving the side zipper over her tummy. Playfully he tugged on the zipper to open it.

"Do you want me, baby?" he asked.

"Oh, yes . . . Yes . . . I do, my Sweet Sir" she replied in a sexual haze.

He gave the zipper a final tug to let it open enough for him to see her belly button with white lacy panties under the skirt. Smiling at what he saw before pushing her skirt down slowly over her raised hips, he stopped to stare at her covered love canal and revealing lips showing on each side of the panty crotch. Then completely removing the skirt, he slid the panty clothe aside and touched her lips to discover just how wantonly wet she was. This caused her to writhe further at his touch.

"My very horny little pet. . ." he whispered, licking her juices clean from his fingertips. His fingers traced her exposed lips gently causing her hips to rise to meet his playful hand.

Jezebelle's hands reached towards his waistline as he knelt over her. She sat up just enough to undo his belt buckle to pull it through the loops. The belt twisted in her fingers as she lay back down. She heard his voice, so close, yet so far away, her mind was swimming in the enchantment with moonlit night.

She wiggled under his teasing fingers; he stopped just short of her orgasm to remove her panties. She lay totally naked before his gaze under the dazzling moonlight. She squirmed in total pleasure as his eyes inspected over every inch of her body. He lay down next to her, to continue his fun of bring her closer to orgasm, not letting her have what she craved so desperately.

He smiled at her as she moaned from the sweet sensation her body underwent as his finger swirled around her clit. "You make me wish I brought a condom," he whispered in her ear.

"Ha ha, you are joking?" she looked very concerned, "Aren't you, Sir? Are you sure you don't have one in your wallet, Sir?" she says with just a touch of panic.

"Positive . . ." he purred, slipping a finger inside of her love center, arousing her further. He continued to play as she trembled under his playful hands. 'Ah ah' he heard as his fingers slip into her passageway to remove the vibrator eggs with which he had teased her off and on all evening.

"Oh Sir, please take me. PLEASE!!!!!!" she pleaded closing legs around his hand tightly as his fingers pulled the eggs out of her. She had a look of true lust as she begged to have the full pleasure that only he could give her.

He continued to smile as he pulled his nine-inch erection out of his pants. "No condom?" he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

He then shifted his body between her legs with the head of his cock positioned to manipulate her entrance. It pushed in slowly trying to get past the engorged lips that blocked the way.

"Mmmmmmmmm, so tight . . ." he said once he had entered the warm wet silky cavern of untold ecstasy.

As he touched one of her legs slowly with his hand it influenced her to lift the legs over his hips. His thrusts were even as they went deeper, harder but still gently to prepare her for what would be next.

Mmm . . . You're so pleasurable . . ." he said in a deep throated voice.

"Yes, Sir," she moaned a reply.

"Wet . . . tight . . . and mine. All mine," he commented in his Mastery's mode.

"Yes, Sir," she purred in a moan to her Master.

She was full of his hardness that slowly began to increase its rhythm within her hot silky cavern. She wanted him to make her cum and cum. The stream of pure erotic pleasures all night was more then she could stand. Oh, how she needed that orgasm. Not only did she desperately need an orgasm, she wanted to give him the best orgasm of his life.




Midnight At The Lake



He groaned as he felt his ling-hard cock filling her, filling up her pulsating wet cavern. His rhythm started to build to a fever pitch that he knew her orgasm was imminent.

"Now, my sweet pet, now," he commanded her.

Once he felt her body tremble with sweet pleasure and delight from her orgasm, he exploded from the intensity of his pace. She let out the loudest cry of satisfaction in her life. Before her reverberating moans died away, his sounds of enthrallment joined hers.

His lips searched for her lips with a need for a deeply enthusiastic kiss that rocked them both to their cores. As he continued to kiss her lips, his hands kneaded her breasts while his cock rested, momentarily soaked in the mixture of their love juices, delight and pleasure.

Her breathing was ragged when the kiss ended. Her body violently shook with total gratification that rippled through her body and mind. She had very little strength left in her arms, to embrace him. She could not believe her weaken state in the arms of this man, this Master. A feeling of total bliss washed over her in her surrendering to him.

Master Aristede pulled out of her wet pleasure canal before he rolled onto his back. He smiled with great satisfaction as her juices glistened on his still hard cock, which lay pointing at his belly button.

Jezebelle moved into a position between his legs in order for her tongue to go to work licking him clean of her own nectar. Her lips moved to the engorged head of his erection where she placed a tender kiss. Slowly her lips parted to slide his erection between her teeth before the liquid on the enlarged mushroom head hit the roof of her mouth.

He moaned softly, resisting the urge to enter her mouth since he did not want to gag her. She was learning how to suckle his cock without gagging.

Jezebelle pulled off before she went down over his cock again with a strong suction drawing his sweet cream to the tip. His hips lifted off the blanket pushing it a little deeper into her mouth, with a moan of pleasure coming from his belly; "Mmm . . ." she continued to go up and down on his shaft in an erotic rhythm.

"Like my cock?" he asked, as he sat up to roll her nipple lazily between his thumb and forefinger as she gasped for a deep breath. He reached for her sizable breasts to relish her.

"Ooohhh! Yes . . . Sir . . . It's very tasty this evening," she cooed as his other hand held the back of her head showing her the way back to suckle him.

Master Aristede had enough of Jezebelle sucking on his now saliva-covered cock, "Lay on your back, my pet," he ordered in a soft mastery tone.

"You did such a wonderful job. . ." he said smiling down at her. He removed his pants and briefs before he straddled her upper body. He kept most of the weight on his own legs as he placed his cock between her breasts.

"Ooohhh yes . . ." she moaned as he placed her hands in a position to hold her breasts unyielding against each other to encase his hard-edged cock.

His engorged erection slowly began to move between her generously proportioned breasts. His pre-cum started to escape the tip to coat the way for his cock to slide much easier in her deep soft valley.

A moan much closer to a groan came from deep in his belly. He placed his hands lightly on her bobbing breast. "I'm going to cum. . ." he whispered with his eyes closed.

Jezebelle moaned at the pressure building from his movement when she felt his pre-cum run down her neck. Her lips touched his fingers to play with them as she openly sucked on them.

"You're just sizzling . . ." he said as his rhythm increased.

"Yes my Master," she mumbled past his fingers.

Then she felt the first hot squirt hit her chin when he pulled back shooting all over her breast, her stomach, even her bush. "AH AH AH AH," she moaned as the warmth covered her. The gratifying sensation that washed over her mind was exhausting as she released a very deep sigh of pure pleasure as major orgasm racked her body.

Master Aristede lay down next to Jezebelle taking her into his strong arms to just cuddle for a while. Her hands softly wandered over his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder. His hand touched her back and posterior exploring her, finding the crack in her bottom.

"So nice . . ." he commented as he slowly started to finger play with her back entranceway as he pulled her tighter to his body. He laughed softly. "I want to take pleasure in your summit," he said with heat burning behind his eyes. One arm held her in his embrace as he reached for his wallet to get a condom out of it.

"Guess what?" he whispered. "I guess I do have a condom after all," as his fingers plunge deeper into sumptuous bottom.

When he pushed two fingers into her opening she jerked closer to him at the invasion of the multiple fingers playfully exploring her.

Jezebelle moaned in frustration at what he whispered as he handed her the condom.  I knew you had one, since I saw you put it there before we left the house for the movie,  she thought to herself. She was enjoying the evening sexual playing and would not enrage him about his early teasing which would turn this experience from total pleasure to punishment.

She felt his half erect cock stiffing again between their bodies as she took the packet to open. Playfully, she placed the condom over his growing erection with a feathery touch. Master Aristede then got on his knees behind her.

"Shall I lube it up for you? Hmm?" he absently asks as his fingers probed increases to three for a few minutes. He smiled as he poured a large amount of lubrication into her stretching back orifice.

"So very tight," he murmured loving the tightness as his fingers burrowed in deeper.

She knew he was watching her bottom wiggle as he held it in place with one hand. After he had stretched her opening with four fingers for a few minutes he pulled her hips higher in the air again. He slowly pushed his cock inside of her, thrusting it deep inside of her tight dark cavern.

She felt the hard invasion of her rear entrance, and tried not to scream as he filled her up. They both remained perfectly still looking at the lake, as he waited a few moments before starting to play with his anal love toy. He waited long enough to allow her to accommodate his size until her hips started to wiggle in need. She then felt a whack go across her bottom, bringing her head up with a loud moan that escaped from her lips.

He chuckled and continued to build up his rhythm until he was ready to fully explode, to achieve his penultimate release of the evening. When they both had cum, his body rested against hers. She could only support the two them for a few moments before collapsing onto the blanket in a tight embrace. He felt her swallow breathing as his fingertips rubbed her arm.

Master Aristede laid there until he felt his strength return, then he slowly lifted his body up to get on his knees over her. As he pulled out of her with a pop, she moaned as he shifted his position. She was rolled over onto her back under his watchful gaze, and she reached up to touch his face that beamed down with pride at her.

They lay naked under the moonlight looking into each other's eyes saying nothing. Their cuddling was truly tender and passionate when his watch alarm began beeping, penetrating the sweet stillness of the moment. Master Aristede knew it was now three in the morning and they needed to be heading home shortly.

He aroused his sleepy pet, "Let's take a dip to clean up before we go home."

"Yes Sir," she replied as he helped her to her feet as they headed into the lake. Once in the water, they playfully touched each other's bodies as they both enjoyed their joyfulness of cleaning off the sexual evidence of the evening.

Jezebelle had been a good study all week which resulted in Master Aristede rewarding her with a clandestinely pleasant evening out. Oh what an evening they had. Tonight was a night for playful lovers and a mischievous evening for a Dominant lover and his playmate.

The end

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Midnight at the Oasis



It's Midnight in a dark & silent parking lot, with a single car, mine, parked near the back edge.

A second car, yours, enters slowly, but purposefully and takes an adjoining position.

You turn off your engine, and now there is silence.

I open my door.

You open your door.

Your feet touch the ground, quietly. You glance towards me, but its dark, nothing to be seen.

You stride, not to fast, not too slow, to the open door. I have placed a blanket there on the ground. You find yourself looking away as you drop to your knees. 

Words (from you) are prohibited.

My hand goes into your hair, I pull your head forcefully to look at me. 

My eyes lock with yours.

Your eyes smolder.

My eyes demand.

Your eyes willingly acquiesce.

My zipper is already open, your hand starts to reach for my crotch, I take your hand and powerfully pull it behind your back, you realize what is desired, and your other hand joins it there, so that I have full control over the situation.

I release my throbbing instrument and you are a bit surprised at the length and you wonder if it will be well accommodated by your efforts. You are well aware that well accommodated or not it will be forced in, and that you wont resist one bit, in fact you will savor the roughness and energy and force and thrusts and demands that it will make on you.

Both hands are in your hair now, grasping your head very powerfully, pinning you in place by handles formed by your hair. I place the tip of my cock against your cheek, you feel the heat of it, you feel the droplet of precum on the tip dragging out a trail of wetness where it passes. The power of it against your skin makes you shiver.

Your mouth opens automatically, naturally, yearningly, wanting, desiring, needing to be used in this way.

I pull your head back rather harshly and look into your eyes and say "NO". "Not until I say so, understood?" You remember again(fortunately) that words are prohibited and you nod silently, still holding your mouth open in a begging sort of invitation for me to take out my passions in its warm wet recesses. 

I take just a moment to roughly pull your top open, and your breasts spill out, completely exposed to the warm night air.

Now I return to your usage. I bring the engorged cock head back to your face and drag the wet tip across your lips, and your need to suck and slurp and envelop and eventually swallow flares ever greater inside, escaping you in the form of several whimpering moans.

"You NEED that cock in your mouth, don't you?" I say rather quietly, but still forcefully.

Again you nod, again you whimper, and now your lips are feeling the heat and touch of my dick head. Your emotions are running wild inside, and you literally start to cry your desire is so powerful. I smile to see the tears slowly running down your cheeks, and the sounds of your whimpering sobs please me greatly. Your eyes are closed now, unable to bear the disappointment of not having me in your mouth, you are retreating inside yourself, but at last you are brought back to reality with the realization that I am PLUNGING inside your mouth and that now you are finally truly being used as the suck whore you have so longed to be. 

My penis throbs powerfully and my hands hold your head very firmly in place as I fuck your face, your breath coming in ragged gasps as I pull out, then shoving back in again deeper and harder, your whole body vibrating with every thrust.

I am pushing inside you with all of my sexual energy, driving in, pulling back, thrusting and plunging like a demented machine, grunting and shoving and demanding satisfaction from your willing mouth, taking you, using you, forcing myself in you over and over and over and over again, until its almost hard to remember what it was like to not be a mouth fuck toy.

You feel the inevitable climax building, and somehow you realize that the load will be prodigious, and you eagerly open as wide as you can, remembering the rule that you are not allowed to swallow until I have fully inspected the load I have deposited on your tongue and mouth and face. You also recall the rule that you are not allowed to clean yourself until after you are home, and you are secretly pleased at the thought that you will wear my seed as a medal of honor while driving on the city streets.

At last I throw back my head, let out a long guttural moaning, building sort of grunt, and then long white ribbons of gushing cum emanate from the tip, one long stream after another. I look down so that I can point them across your tongue, and on each cheek, and a bit on your forehead, and then the remainder back in the mouth and tongue. 

I stand there gasping for a moment, you silently breathing in and out raggedly as well, acutely aware of the large droplets dripping one by one off of your cheeks and onto your exposed breasts.

I look down at you, where you are silently awaiting inspection as a proper suck whore should do.

I drag a finger through the white mound I have deposited on each cheek, and wipe it off on your lips and tongue. You continue to hold your mouth open obediently.

I stop, and look down at you, and smile for the first time during the entire experience. I say one word. "swallow"

That one word makes you so happy, it feels so wonderful to be allowed to take my seed down your throat, knowing that you have pleasured me in a very perverted and nearly public way.

I lean over to your ear and whisper two more words, words that thrill you to your core.

"Good girl".

I then drop your hair, step back into my car, and drive away, leaving you still on your knees on the blanket, shivering with a form of release. You kneel there for some time, just experiencing the feeling of being there in the silence, with my cum still dripping from your chin. With a long satisfied sigh you climb back into your car, bringing my blanket with you, and drive home.



Midnight Awakening



I walk into the room, quietly closing the door behind me. I stand there in the dark listening to your breathing, telling me that you're sleeping. Quietly, I undress and gently slide into bed pulling the soft blanket over my naked body. I lay there a moment listening to your breathing again.

Slowly, I turn towards you and slide my body next to yours. My eyes now adjusted to the darkness, I can see the outline of your face as you lay on your back. My hand moves under the blanket to slide across your stomach. I can feel your stomach muscles twitch in response to my touch.

I lay my hand against your stomach for a few moments, then softly slide my fingers to the waistband of your boxers. Slowly, my fingers wedge their way under your waistband and glide lower until I begin to feel your soft hair.

My fingers continue their journey, my eyes watching your face for reaction. My fingers slide lower until I feel the tip of your soft cock. My fingers wrap around your cock and I feel it jerk in response. As I slowly stroke your cock, it gradually comes to life and I hear a soft moan escape from your lips.

I see a small smile appear on your face and I know that I've wakened you. I continue to stroke your cock and watch your face wondering if you are fully awake or in the state of in between. I wonder if you think you are dreaming, or if you realize that I am really here.

As I continue stroking the length of your cock, my fingers feel you grow harder and harder and I can hear you let out occasional soft moans. I hear you moan, almost whine as my hand slowly releases your cock and slides out of your boxers. 

In one movement, I fling the blanket off of us and move myself between your legs. Lying on my stomach with my breasts rubbing against your thighs, I grab hold of your boxers at each side of your waist and begin to tug them down. I feel you lift your ass off the bed to expedite your freedom.

I pull your boxers to your lower thighs and your cock is bobbing just inches from my mouth. My fingers curl around the base of your cock as my tongue flicks at the tip. Slowly, I wrap my lips around the head of your cock and begin to gently suck, my tongue circling the ridge just beneath the head. 

I begin sliding my hand up and down the length of your hard cock as I take you deeper into my mouth. I hear you moaning louder now and I feel you tensing, fighting the urge to thrust your hips at me.

My head is bobbing up and down now, each thrust taking you deeper and deeper into my throat. I gradually quicken my pace as I feel and taste your pre-cum oozing into my mouth. Sensing that you're close to cumming, I slow down and begin licking the sides of your shaft. I gently caress and squeeze your balls and lick my way down your cock to give them some attention. I softly suckle each one in turn as my hand continues to slowly stroke your hard cock.

I can hear you moaning and your breathing has increased, coming in ragged gasps now. "Oh God, baby," you whisper breathlessly.

You move your hands to each side of my head and begin caressing my hair. I can feel your fingers tightening in my hair as you gently pull me from you. 

Sensing that you are very close now, I pull my mouth from you and slither up your body. My mouth finds yours as you wrap your arms around me pulling me close to you. 

Our tongues begin dueling in a passionate kiss. We're both breathless as I part my legs to straddle you. I pull my knees forward to your hips and bend them so that I am kneeling over you. I feel your cock twitching at my wet entrance.

Our mouths still attached, I slide my hand between us and grab hold of your hard cock. I gently stroke it a couple of times before sliding it across the length of my wet slit. I can feel my juices making the head of your cock slick as I position it at my opening.

I remove my hand from your cock and apply a little pressure from my hips to encase the head of your cock with my wet pussy lips. I can feel you tense as you strain not to thrust your cock deep inside of me. 

My mouth releases yours as I put my hands on your chest. In one quick movement I sit up and press my weight down on you and feel your hard cock impale me. I let out a loud moan as I feel your cock stretch my pussy as its buried deep within.

After a moment of letting my pussy adjust to your size, I slowing begin moving up and down. Your hands move to my breasts and begin kneading them, then gently pinch my nipples.

I begin moaning as your finger and thumb on each nipple begin to pinch and pull as I bounce up and down on your cock. My hands move behind me to rest on your thighs as I arch my back. With this movement, I take you deeper inside of me. 

You move your hands to my hips and I can feel you begin to thrust your hips up to meet each of my thrusts. Soon, our thrusts become quicker and I force down harder on you with each thrust.

I'm still arched back with my hands on your thighs, exposing my clit to you. You move one hand down to my clit and begin pinching and pressing it. I can feel you pulsating deep inside of me and know that it won't be long for you.

You continue to pinch my clit while we thrust at each other harder and faster. I can feel tightness is my stomach and know that I'm only moments away. With each thrust, I'm getting closer and closer. All of a sudden, my pussy grips your cock in an orgasm as you continue plunging deeper and harder. I let out a scream of pleasure as the orgasm engulfs my body.

With your fingers still tugging my clit, the orgasm seems to go on and on. Just as it begins to subside, you release my clit to grab hold of my hips as you plunge deep within me. You let out a loud growl as I feel your hot liquid explode deep within me, the power of it making my pussy quiver in another orgasm causing me to scream out again.

I continue to slowly bounce up and down on your cock until your balls are empty. I slowly lean forward to collapse on your chest, your heart pounding against my ear as we both gasp for breath.

After a few moments, I slide off of your softening cock to lie beside you. Wrapped in your arms with my head on your chest you kiss the top of my head as we drift off to sleep.



Midnight Beach Visitor



He was tired. Not tired in the physical sense, but tired in the way one can get while trudging along the same path for too long without relief or the comfort of a nice place to sit down and take the air. There is a vague dissatisfaction that can overcome one who does the same things every day, in and out. A job that's really not quite enough to engage his formidable intellect. A home life that has long lost passion and romance. 

A chance radio contest about a long dead TV show, a phone call, and suddenly the man held a ticket abroad. Not two or more, but one. And after a heated if slightly frustrating set of conversations and arguments found himself on a plane to New Zealand. Why such a place? His son had spun the globe and put a finger down, asking daddy to bring him something from there. 

It seemed very unreal at first, contrived. Even as he sat there in the plane, he was unable to relax and smile as if convinced that at any moment his name would be announced over the loudspeaker and asked to deplane to go back to security. There was no little trepidation mingled with the satisfaction of turning his cell phone off and tucking it away as the plane took off.

The flight itself was unremarkable, save for the pleasant novelty of having the stewards bring the bottles of wine around over and over, refilling everyone's cups for free. He refused the first time, but after a while shrugged to himself and had just enough to leave him napping for most of the flight.

In the main Auckland terminal, things were buzzing. There were uniformed men with dogs sniffing suitcases here and there, security standing about, and everyone seemed to be gabbling to someone else very quickly arranging pick ups, drop offs. Feeling a little lost, the man headed over toward a car rental company and asked about a car, and recommendations of where to go.

The young woman at the counter smiled at him warmly with a hint of sympathy for his slightly mussed appearance and stressed tone. She arranged the rental of one of the rare automatics, with plenty of warnings about which side of the road to travel on. For a moment it was like finding a new friend, and the man confessed the whole mad adventure in a rush. No plans, no agenda. A week with nowhere to go and no one to do it with.

The bright faced girl laughed, and casually passed him a brochure for a small bed and breakfast on the opposite coast with a map for how to get there. "It's very popular with the fisherman," she explained. "Sometimes you can even swim with the dolphins as they come into the small bay there. My dad used to go all the time."

The rates were surprisingly cheap in the flyer, and fit the limited budget of his trip enough that the man found himself nodding over and over. It was settled then. She shook his hand, and the warmth of that simple touch seemed to steady him at last. The world seemed more real abruptly, more clear, and for a moment he felt charming once more as he thanked her.

There were moments, as he worked his way through town many kilometers below the speed limit, that he became glad no one else was with him. Twice he narrowly avoided an accident by slamming on the breaks, and the whole matter of right hand turns felt all out of perspective. But once on the open highway he found a radio station and fewer cars. The windows down, he found his spirits lightening still further as he sang at the top of his lungs while winding through the countryside. 

It was late afternoon when he arrived at the small town on the coast, winding through only a few streets before seeing the sign for the Mermaid Bungalows, the destination from the brochure. The old man at the front desk grinned as if he were a longtime acquaintance returning, clapping him on the shoulder as he helped carry one of the bags out to a small beach hut. 

The cove was small, and lined with similar small huts on stilts, weatherbeaten but still cheery in a rainbow of colors with wooden steps leading up to the front doors. Inside was a bedroom, a small sitting room, a bathroom, and an area that was impersonating a kitchen nook by virtue of having two burners and a small beer sized refrigerator. Still, everything was neat and orderly, and in a strange way calm. 

"You'll be wanting to leave your front door open after nightfall," the old man advised. When the visitor protested about theft, security, he shook his head and opened the windows. "We've got protection," he said. "And you'll want the cool breeze to bring in your dreams. Gets hot here during the day, best fill the cabin up with cool air at night. Plus anything else." And winked, turning to go as he waved off a tip. "Enjoy, young man."

That evening, the man dined in the main kitchen area. The girl at the airport seemed to have it right. All the cabins had been rented out by men that talked to one another congenially of fishing and sailing. None lingered over dessert though, and all the men seemed to check their watches until disappearing abruptly back into their own cabins. 

The man walked for a while on the beach, listening to the soft shushing of water on the sand, the wind in the trees that lined the cliffs on either side of the small cove. A few shapes passed in the distance down to the edge of the water and back. "They're restless too," he thought to himself, and then tried to think of nothing at all as he drifted back and up into his own bed. 

His luggage he stowed under the iron frame just in case, but the wind was soft and fragrant enough that he took the old man's advice about the doors and windows open. Shucking his clothes, he lay back on the bed with only a sheet above him and stared long at the ceiling. There lingered on his thoughts a sense of, if not relaxation, then at least relief. Respite. His eyes closed, and he dreamed.

The touch was light along the top of the sheet, slowly running up his leg and over one hip to rest on his belly. A faint creaking of the bed as weight settled onto it was the only sound, not enough to fully wake him yet. The stroking continued, shaping his form under the light cotton sheet, feeling the planes of his chest and arms, and down once more to legs, feet. In the distance, seagulls cried as if startled, whirling once before winging off to new perches elsewhere.

Still the light touch wandered, grazing over where his penis lay against his hip but returning there over and over. His eyes opened, but only drowsing to see the dark head bent over him, breathing out warm, moist air that stirred him even through the sheet. His hand reached down, touching hair that was faintly damp and smelled of the sea. But it was still a dream to him, her slow smile to find him awake though it changed her actions not at all.

Again she breathed against his skin, stroking a now growing erection on either side before leaning in to rub her cheek against him there. Slowly with her free hand she drew the sheet down and away to fall over his feet as her face moved in to smell at the nest of curls there. 

His eyes, half lidded, still watched her as she closed her own eyes and inhaled deeply of his scent. The hand that moved down his leg to pull them slightly apart was soft, almost cool though she warmed quickly to the touch of his skin. 

It was the tip of her tongue that just darted out to taste him that woke him up thoroughly at last. His eyes opened widely, the hand on her hair shaking ever so slightly as his brain awoke at last with a faint hint of alarm even in the midst of melting pleasure. "Who are you? I can't do this, I'm..." 

The rest of his protest died into a quiet groan as she opened her lips to take him between them. She licked around the head in little swirling motions, darting in to taste that tiny slit before running around the outside again. His hand tightened a little in her hair as though to pull her away, but the faint sound of pleasure she made at the gesture startled him back into stillness. His eyes searched the gloom, seeking out anyone trying to get at his suitcase, his belongings. But there was nothing, save in the distance the distinct sound of a woman crying out in muffled ecstasy.

Prostitute. That must be it, he thought, having forgotten until this moment the legality of it down here. Health inspectors, regulations, yes. That must be it. He should send her away, but found himself mentally calculated his budget. Tried to ask her what it costs, but there was no reply save her hand sliding down between his legs. He gave up words then as her mouth and hand worked together, still lightly at first. She licked him like a sweet, fingers slowly massaging his sac before sliding up and down the silky skin. 

In an instant his brain decided to give up calculations. This was real, he thought. This was new, and different, and change. What could be the harm of once, just letting a stranger seduce him? Eyes closing, he seemed to relax all at once as she wrapped her lips around her teeth and took more of him in her mouth. Wet and wanton, she let the sensitive tip slide along the ridges on the top of her mouth to press against the back of her throat. His hands fisted in the sheet beneath him, and he moaned.

Again and again her head dipped down on him, the heat of his skin drying the tips of her hair. He found a rhythm with her, slow but sure as he guided her head deeper onto him. Once or twice he pushed deeper into her throat, and he held her there groaning with the pleasure of it until she pushed back to steal another breath. The faint edge of roughness pleased them both, soft sounds emerging from her that hummed lightly through the cock wrapped lovingly in her hand and mouth. 

No sound in the night now save the soft sounds of her slurping, pre-cum and her saliva sliding down between his legs and over his balls as her hand and jaws tightened a little. She paused to lick at the sensitive spot just below his head along the back ridge, fingers tightening to pull his balls away from his body ever so slightly. He gasped, and tangled both hands now in her dark locks to push her down harder onto him. 

Faster too, his limbs felt tingly with the rush of sweet tightening along his groin. Her tight lips slid up and down his shaft, dark eyes catching his to watch his eyes even as he watched her in return. She shifted more between his legs that he parted gladly for her, both hands working him now as she slurped hard upon him with her lips gone darker with the pressure upon them. Once or twice she would pause, raising up just enough to let him watch his cock slap lightly against her lips before swallowing him down again.

Fire and urgency built within him, and he began to push her into a rhythm that screamed along his nerves. Small, animal like sounds came from her throat as well as she worked him with a tight jaw, fisting him below her lips and pulling hard. He came like an explosion, half rising up off the bed in a few hard jerks. She kept her lips upon him, holding the jism that erupted in her mouth for a long moment before he felt her throat move, swallowing him. And more, as he flowed out with such quantity as though it had been weeks. Months. Years since a moment of satisfaction could blur the world around him so. 

He fell back against his pillow breathing harshly, slowly releasing his grip on her hair as she cleaned him from balls to tip with tiny, kittenish licks. Now and then he'd shudder, oversensitive at the tip as she worked, but not ticklish enough to stop her. He closed his eyes as she shifted off the bed, dry scrubbing at his face for a long moment and feeling the blood pounding in his veins, slowing by degrees. 

The floor creaked near the door slightly. "How much do I owe you?" he asked simply and unromantically as he opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows to look her way. But she was gone.



Midnight Blowjob



It was past midnight and Harvey's rampant cock was tenting the sheets. He was so damn horny he just couldn't get to sleep. What he needed was a quick, uncomplicated fuck but where the hell was he to get that at this hour?

And then he remembered the guy in the office downstairs. Bill was always checking out Harvey's crotch and ass and one time, in the elevator, Harvey caught him staring so he cupped his hands around his big balls and said 'I bet you wish you could get your hands on these.'

'Damn straight I would.' Bill replied.

'Pity I'm not available.' Harvey had sneered.

There was a look of absolute desperate hunger in Bill's eyes and he greedily devoured the image of Harvey's plump balls and big cock straining against his suit pants.

'If you ever change your mind, day or night you just call me.' Bill told him.

Bill fished a business card out of his attaché case and gave it to Harvey who put it in his pocket despite thinking he would never, ever need it. Oh, he'd done the bisexual thing at college, but he was beyond that now he told himself.

'There aint nobody who can suck you off better than I can.' Bill said, encouraged by the fact that Harvey had pocketed his card.

'You think, huh.' Harvey had replied.

He was enjoying the power he had over Bill. Never before had he seen such hunger in another person's eyes. Those eyes were trained on his crotch, desperate for the meat that lay behind the cloth, the meat that the owner could never possess. Harvey watched Bill's Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he hungered for the other man's cock.

'Let me see it.' Bill pleaded.

Harvey laughed. The hornier and hungrier Bill got the more he was enjoying this little teasing session. He reached for his zipper now and slowly lowered it, pulling out his fat cock and plump balls. Harvey watched Bill's face flush as he slowly peeled back his foreskin, revealing the pink juicy cock head underneath. It was too much for Bill and he made a lunge for Harvey's cock but Harvey was too quick for him and managed to tuck it away just as the elevator came to a halt.

And now, lying in bed with that cock that wouldn't quit and those big balls desperate to be drained, Harvey couldn't stop thinking about Bill. The more he tried to push the thought from his mind the more it intruded. Finally he got up and rummaged around until he found Bill's card. It was a very sleepy and grumpy Bill who answered the phone but when he heard what Harvey wanted he perked up instantly.

Fifteen minutes later Harvey let Bill into the house and Bill's hands were immediately inside Harvey's boxers. If this was some kind of wind up he wanted at least to have touched that hot masculine fuck flesh of Harvey's. It was no wind up; that fat hog grew bigger still as he gently tugged on it. Harvey slipped his boxers off and Bill felt faint with desire as his eyes drank in Harvey's beauty. A line of dark hair led down from his belly button, over his flat stomach and ended up in a thick bush of jet black hair. That beautiful pale cock jutted out of this forest over a pair of full, satin smooth balls.

Bill got down on his knees and pressed his face into Harvey's pubes, inhaling his masculine scent. His hands stroked up and down his warm, well muscled thighs and up onto his firm, smooth ass. This was one hot stud and he was ready to be devoured. Bill opened his mouth and let that juicy cock fall onto his tongue, savouring the excitement juice that had leaked out of it. His experienced tongue swirled all over the warm cock head, causing Harvey to yelp in delight. Harvey's fingers dug into Bill's shoulders as more and more of his eight inch boner disappeared down Bill's throat. Damn! could this guy suck cock. It was quite simply the best blow Harvey had ever had.

Bill's warm mouth and horny tongue took Harvey close to the edge several times. Each time that happened Harvey would pull right out of Bill's mouth to prevent himself blowing off too soon and Bill would grab his thick cock by the base and blow on the spit wet crown, sending shivers of delight coursing through Harvey's body. And then once more his cock would be taken into Bill's mouth and Bill's hands would be stroking his thighs, massaging his butt cheeks and fondling his balls, repeating the cycle once more.

Harvey reached down and gently pulled Bill to his feet.

'Let's go into the bedroom.' He said.

Bill pushed Harvey down on the bed and fell back on his cock once more. Now his hands roamed over Harvey's smooth chest, tweaking his tiny nipples. It felt as if electricity was passing through Harvey's body, from cock to nipple. And when Bill came off Harvey's cock and started licking his balls Harvey came real close to bustin his nut. But that was as nothing compared to the sensation of Bill's tongue burrowing into his asshole. Harvey had seen that a couple of times in straight porn films where the girl was eating out a guy's ass and he wondered vaguely what it felt like. During his bisexual phase he had mostly just jerked other guys off or creamed off in their mouths. 

Bill was grunting like a pig at a trough as he greedily rimmed Harvey's spicy little hole. He couldn't believe that he had his face buried in this stud's crack at last; it was something he fantasized about night after night as he stroked himself off. It was no longer Harvey who held all the power; from the sounds that Harvey was making Bill knew that he was incredibly turned on. All it would take, Bill felt, was a little persuasion and he could get up that chute. The thought of dumping a load up that tight ass had glued his precum smeared cock to his underpants. But that could wait for another time; it was late and they both had to get to work in the morning. It was time to give Harvey the release he was desperate for.

Bill licked his finger and then kissed up Harvey's smooth balls which were now drawn up tight. His cock felt harder than it had before as Bill guided it into his mouth and got it all coated in spit. His slipped his finger back in his mouth again and then rammed it up Harvey's ass.

'Oohhh fuck!' Harvey groaned as he saw stars. 

Harvey felt as though something weird had happened inside him as Bill yanked his finger out. He thrashed about on the bed as the floodgates opened and his cum blasted out of his balls and down Bill's throat. He was still trying to regain his breath as Bill licked his lips and got to his feet.

'I'll let myself out.' Bill said.

'Thanks, man. I really needed that.' Harvey replied. 

He fell asleep before Bill's car was even out of the driveway.

Copyright Daniel Blue



Midnight Blues



"Whatever it is, it'll keep 'til the morning, haven't we both got better things to do.. Midnight Blue." Wafted through the air, from the lovely Melissa Manchester. Her long fingers gliding over the piano keys, as her long red curly hair cascading down her back, swaying lightly from side to side as she moved her head and sang.

"Bravo, Bravo." From across the room came a booming voice.. Along with an applause.

"Please, not now Vini, I need to rehearse." As her hands struck a cord on the piano in front of her.

Vini Poncia, Melissa's producer walked closer to the piano where she sat, facing the music sheets in front of her. Vini placed a hand on her shoulder. Melissa Stops for a moment, and says "This Lady's Not Home Today," Vini.

Vini says, but, "Oh Babe, I Got Eyes" and only eyes for you.

"Vini, I haven't got time, I need this rehearsal, I have a big concert tomorrow night. You of all people should know that."

"Oh, I do babe, I do. But you always look so sexy with your long red curly hair swaying as your head moves, in tune with the music." Vini reaches out in front of Melissa, and takes the music sheets off the piano in front of her.

"Vini, come on. I really need this. Please."

"Come get them from me," he pleaded. As she walked closer, he took a step backwards. And so on, and so on. Until Vini's back was against the wall, music sheets in hand, raised in the air, just out of Melissa's reach. Melissa stood there a moment, trying to reach her much needed music sheets out of Vini's hands. But gave up trying. And saying, "you know Vini, you can be a real pain in the ass sometimes."

"Oh, I love it when you talk like that to me. It turns me on. That sexy voice of yours. Soft and mellow when you sing, and hard core when you talk."

"Come on Vini, gimmie the music."

Vini ran away from Melissa, and Melissa followed him furiously on her heels. Until she ran smack into Vini's chest. Vini, then placed his arms around Melissa and said "We've Got Time," you gave me some "Party Music," and now I want to party." He then kissed her full on her blushing red lips. Then Vini pulls his mouth from Melissa's, and says " Arista just Loves havin' you around, and so do I."

"Well, it would be a pleasure being here, if I could get some work done. But my producer keeps interrupting me," she said.

Vini reluctantly lowered his arm, and handed Melissa back her sheet music. But not without giving her another kiss on her blush colored lips. Melissa ended the kiss a little abruptly. Then wrangled herself out of Vini's arms and back to the piano bench she went. "Hey, I've been working on this new song. In fact, you just gave me the Idea."

"Really?" said Vini, "let's hear it."

Melissa positioned herself on the bench, wrists up and both thumbs resting above middle C. Striking the first chords of her song. With the melody on the keyboard and the words floating out of her mouth.

"Oh dream boat, my sugar loaf I can tell from your smile Oh baby I could be one hell of a port of call, if you would drop your anchor and stay for awhile. And yes, I want to smother my bad-ass lover till we are dancing in the skies, there's nothing like hustle and muscle, and babe- I got eyes, oh babe- I got eyes." As Melissa kept trying to play another verse, and chorus. Vini interrupted again.

"Oh Baby, I love it."

Melissa stopped playing and got up from her piano bench and saunters over to where Vini is. And wraps her arms around him, and says "well, you are good for somethin'."

Vini says, "what's that?"

"Interrupting me." Then she laughed. Vini reached down and pulled Melissa closer to him, and fastened his lips to hers, for a long tongue filled kiss.

Moments later, after Melissa realized she wasn't going to get much work done or get rid of Vini. She complied when he took her hand, and walked back to the piano where just minutes ago, she was feeding him a new song. Vini closed the piano top to the baby grand, and turned around and hoisted Melissa atop it. Now she was about equal to his height. She kissed him with long wet kisses, that made him wiser beyond his years. Vini took his hands and cupped her breasts through her shirt, then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Revealing her gorgeous breasts, resting what looked comfortably in her lace bra. But to tell you the truth, Melissa couldn't wait to get that lace bra off. She reached around her back and unhooked it, and slid it off both of her arms, one at a time. Revealing her breasts to Vini. Vini didn't waste any time. He cupped one and kissed the other. Laving her aureole into a hardened peak. Resting his tongue underneath her nipple, and his mouth tightly clamped over the top and began suckling.

Melissa arched her back, displaying her breasts towards Vini, and tossed her head back.. her long red curly hair falling softly upon her shoulders. Vini stopped suckling long enough to take his hands underneath Melissa's arms, and hoist her down from atop the baby grand piano. She then kissed Vini, as her hands worked the belt on his pants, then the button and zipper. Coping a feel as she pulled Vini's pants to his knees then ankles, helping Vini out of them. She then tugged at the waistband of his drawers, and pulled them off of him. Displaying in all it's glory, Vini's cock. Melissa reached down and grabbed it, and rubbed it up and down a few times. It didn't take long for it to harden, as it had a good start already.

Melissa pumped Vini's cock a few more times, before he hoisted her atop the baby grand again. This time he jumped up there with her. And they began to kiss and fondle each other. Her breasts, his cock. Their hands were amidst each others bodies. Vini's hands reached down and parted Melissa's legs at the knees. It didn't take much prodding, before Melissa's legs were open and Vini's hands were exploring her unshaven' pussy. Running his fingers along her lips, delving into the wetness that has formed there. Entering a finger into Melissa, then another. Rotating back and forth, up and around. Finding her G spot. While Vini's fingers were manipulating Melissa's hot wet pussy. His lips were meshed with hers. Her hand bobbing up and down on Vini's cock, giving extra special attention to its head.

After a few minutes, Vini's fingers stopped manipulating Melissa's pussy, and she his cock. They kissed and fondled some more. He reached down and kissed each of Melissa's breasts, before taking a hardened nipple into his mouth rolling his tongue around it, before settling down and suckling again. Then he stops and slightly pushes Melissa back, so she's laying on the piano top. Vini then pumps his cock a few times before placing it at the entrance to Melissa's wet pussy. Sliding up and down her opening. Kind of teasing her before entering. Vini finally enters, and Melissa's pussy walls contract around Vini's cock. He then begins to pump slowly in and out of her pussy. Then as his own needs were heightened, he quickened his pace. And Fucked her harder. His hands upon Melissa's legs, keeping them spread as his cock rubbed in and out of her pussy. Melissa took her hands and fondled her gorgeous breasts in her hands. Her fingers massaging the aureoles into hardened peaks. Vini pumped his cock furiously into Melissa's tight pussy. Over and over again. His need heightening more and more. Then Melissa screams an utterance of the major chords of the piano.. "doe, re, me, fa, so, la, te, doe." Each chord ringing loudly in the studio. As she violently orgasms. Vini pumped furiously for a few more seconds before his cock went stiff inside Melissa and emptied shot after shot after shot of cum into Melissa's pussy.

After emptying his cum into Melissa, Vini takes his cock out of her, and Melissa sits up to take him into her mouth, and sucks their cum off his cock. Melissa releases Vini's cock from her mouth and it flops down. She reaches up and cups Vini's face and kisses him with long wet kisses that make him wiser. Then Vini breaks the kiss and says.. 

"Melissa, I didn't know you could fuck so good."

Laughing, she says "I've had the music in me."

"You really rocked my world baby," he said.

"And you mine," Melissa said. 



Midnight Bowling



Note from Slick: I get a lot of requests for married couples and games and thought I'd do a bowling league. But this one is a special soft-swing league that rewards the winning couple. Check it out. All rights reserved. 

*

Allan and Betsy had been married seven years without children when both realized their life sucked. They both worked long hours during the week but on the weekends found themselves home on most Saturday nights. It was at the library when Betsy saw the advertisement on the community bulletin board. 

"MIDNIGHT BOWLING LEAGUE FOR COUPLES, Open to all couples who want to have fun and meet others. Private bowling after hours. Call 555-9455." 

Since they had bowled in a small league after college Betsy called the phone number after she got home. 

"Hello," a woman's voice answered. 

"Uh...hi, I'm calling about the Midnight Bowling league." 

"Yes, what did you want to know?" 

"Details I guess," Betsy answered. "How many couples, how much does it cost and I guess how serious are the bowlers?" 

"Right now we only have six couples but one couple is moving away. The cost is $40 per week and most of us are not very good at bowling." 

"OK, that sounds great," Betsy said. "I'll need to ask my husband." 

"Why don't you and your husband stop by our house and we can cover some of the other things about the league?" 

It was a Saturday morning so Betsy knew they were bowling that night. "Can we just stop by tonight and watch?" 

"No, I'm sorry. The building is locked for our league. We and the ball return man are the only ones in the building. Maybe you two can stop by after dinner tonight?" 

Betsy didn't understand all of the secrecy. "My husband will be home soon. I'll call you back and let you know." They hung up and an hour later Allan returned. Betsy told him about her conversation. 

"A private bowling league in a locked building after midnight," he repeated. "Its sounds strange." 

"Please, what harm is there to just check it out?" 

"OK, call her back and get directions," he said before going into the back yard to plant a few bushes he had just purchased. 

*****

Carol had the dinner ready to go in the oven when her husband Bob came home. "A couple interested in the bowling league is coming over tonight for dinner." 

"Great, did you tell them anything about what we do?" 

"No, after I told the last two couples they didn't call back." 

"Maybe I can work on the guy and you can work on the woman?" 

"That's what I was thinking," Carol smiled. 

*****

"I still don't know why this is so private," Allan said after pulling into the driveway of a couple they had never met. 

"Relax, it can't be bad." Betsy said smoothing down her dress before exiting their car. 

They moved to the front door and rang the doorbell. When the door opened they saw a short dark haired woman in a very tight blouse and skirt. "You must be Betsy and Allan. I'm Carol." 

They shook hands and Carol led them into the den where Bob sat. He also greeted them and the four sat quietly until Allan spoke. "So why all the secrecy about the bowling league?" 

Bob stood. "Why don't I show you the pool and Jacuzzi while the women get the dinner ready?" 

The two guys walked out back while the women moved into the kitchen. Carol pulled out the large salad bowl full of lettuce and vegetables. "How long have you two been married?" 

Betsy rolled her wedding ring. "Seven years." 

"We've been married ten," Carol smiled. "After about six years we discovered that we lost a lot of the spark." 

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Betsy frowned. 

"So that's why we started the bowling league." 

"Bowling provides you sparks?" Betsy asked wondering why. 

"Have you ever heard of soft swinging?" Carol asked as she turned up the oven. 

Betsy knew what swinging was all about. "Not the soft part and what does that have anything to do with bowling?" She answered. When the woman leaned over to look into the oven she saw the shape of her thong through her tight skirt. 

"Soft swinging is basically foreplay with other couples up to as far as you want to go but not all the way." Carol waited to see if the woman was going to run out of the kitchen but instead heard her pull out a kitchen chair and sit down. 

Betsy and Allan had joked about playing adult games with their friends but were afraid to really go for it. "How does the bowling part work?" 

Carol turned and peeked at the nice thighs on the younger woman. "We bowl to determine who does what to whom." 

Betsy's eyes opened wider. "Oh my God. You mean like kissing and touching each other." She then realized why the doors were locked. "You do it right there in the bowling alley." 

"Yes," Carol answered. 

*****

Bob walked Allan out by the hot tub and picked up a screen to scoop out some leaves that had fallen in. "I don't like to beat around the bush." 

"Good," Allan said. "So are you going to tell me about the locked doors?" 

"Have you ever heard about soft swinging?" 

Allan was watching the man pick out the leaves but quickly turned to look into his face. "Swinging like swapping wives?" 

"Not swapping in the sense of throwing car keys in a bowl and taking another woman home with you. Soft swing is basically kissing and touching up to but not including intercourse." 

Allan laughed. "I figured it had to be something like that." 

Bob put down the screen. "So it's fine with you then?" 

"How does the bowling part work?" 

"Each week the couples bowl each other. If you get a strike the person of the opposite sex of the other couple must do a dare." 

"A dare. Give me an example." 

"A kiss or maybe give you a massage." 

"A massage anywhere you want?" Allan thought of the possibilities. 

"Yes but during the bowling no one may expose any private areas." 

"Jesus. Betsy will never go for it." 

"I didn't think Carol would either," Bob grinned. "I think she agreed to it because of the no intercourse part." 

"But you've been doing it for like four years. You've never once had intercourse with another couple?" 

"No, but I will tell you that there is oral sex at times." 

"I wish I could get Betsy to do oral," Allan sighed. "You know this sounds great but I'm sure that my wife won't go for it." 

"Well Carol is telling her all about it now and I don't see her coming out to ask you to leave." They both turned to look into the patio door. "Let's give her a few more minutes." 

*****

"Allan would never allow me to mess around with another man," Betsy whispered. 

"Have you ever been with another man?" Carol asked. 

"Not really. I mean I've kissed guys in high school before Allan but never past second base." 

"Me neither until the bowling league. It is amazing how different they kiss and how different they are built." 

Betsy sat forward. "Do you remove clothing?" 

"Not during the bowling but there is a lot of kissing and touching going on. Afterwards the couple that loses has to do whatever the couple that wins tells them to." 

"There in the bowling alley?" 

"They have a small lounge room with some sofas. We turn the lights down." 

Betsy was shy about her body. "Even if Allan allowed it I don't think I could undress in front of strangers."

"From what I see you have a wonderful body. You should be proud to show it." 

Betsy blushed as the woman's eyes raped her covered breasts and flat stomach. "It's just kissing and touching right?" 

"Have you ever done oral?" 

Betsy sat up. "I don't do that." 

"And, you've never had it done to you?" 

"No, I think this is probably not a good thing for us." 

"Oral is not a requirement as long as you set the limit up front," Carol smiled. There had been other couples in the past that had refused oral so it was no surprise. 

"Good," Betsy said sitting down. "Allan won't allow it anyway." 

"Does that mean that you are willing to try it?" 

"Probably not," Betsy said. The door opened and the guys walked back in. 

Allan could see his wife's flushed face and wondered how she felt. He also looked at Carol's nice stacked body and wondered how her nice round breasts would feel. 

"Let's eat," Carol said wanting the new couple to think about what was laid out for them to consider. 

"The hot tub was nice," Allan said trying to break the silence. He glanced at his wife who didn't seem to want to make eye contact with him. 

"You two will have to come over and join us in the pool and hot tub," Bob said noticing that Betsy's nipples were hard and pushing out the front of her dress. He wondered if her panties were wet as well. 

None of them spoke about the bowling league during the meal and when they finished Carol stood up. "Bob and I will clean up. Why don't you show Betsy the pool and hot tub?" She looked at Allan. 

"Good idea," Allan said forcing a smile. He hoped that Betsy wouldn't be too upset. They moved outside and didn't speak until they were far enough from the house. "I guess Carol told you about what they do." 

"God Allan, I've read about swingers but never thought we would be approached to do it." 

"I know. I almost shit my pants when Bob told me. But they don't really swing......I mean...you know...go all the way." 

"Carol said it was just kissing and touching," Betsy said softly. She took her husband's hand and rubbed her thumb over it. They both became silent. After a minute she turned towards him. "Will you kiss me?" 

Allan glanced at the house and didn't see them looking out the windows. He pulled her body to his and felt her mouth open immediately. It had been so long since they had french kissed and now she was the aggressor. 

Betsy felt his hard-on immediately and knew that he was already hard before the kiss. His hands moved down to cup her buttocks while her tongue fucked in and out of his lips. Both pulled away and gasped for air. "JESUS!" Allan said. 

They remained together as she nibbled on his ear. "Do you want to try it?" 

"Do you?" He whispered back. Neither wanted to be the first to admit to it. 

"If you want to I will," she said softly rubbing against his hard-on. 

"If we don't like it we can always stop," he said. 

"You won't be jealous?" 

"No, because I'm the only one who can fuck you," he smiled. 

"They will kiss me and touch me and get me all wet for you," she whispered. 

"I know." They kissed some more and she pushed back and looked down at his bulge. "We better cool down before we go back inside." 

*****

Carol rubbed again her husband as he peeked through the curtains. "Are they still kissing?" 

"No, they stopped but are just standing and talking." 

"Kissing is a good sign," she grinned. "Did you see the size of his package? He was hard just thinking about it." 

"I wonder if she is a natural blonde. We've never had a blonde pussy before." 

Carol glanced out and saw them smiling. "I think they are going to go for it but do you think they will go for the test?" 

"It's the only way to find out if they are serious." 

They watched as the couple turned and walked towards the house before they ran into the kitchen and sat innocently at the table. The door open and they moved inside. 

"Why don't we go into the den and have some wine?" Bob asked. 

Betsy and Allan held hands as they followed the couple holding the wine bottle and four glasses. She sat next to Allan on the sofa making sure to keep her knees together and her dress down. 

Bob put on some soft music while Carol poured the wine. Betsy quickly finished her glass and Betsy quickly poured another. 

"I love this song," Carol grinned. She was sitting directly across from Allan on the settee and saw his eyes on her slightly opened legs. "Will you dance with me?" She looked at the nervous man. 

Allan quickly looked at his wife for permission. 

"Go ahead," Betsy smiled. She finished the second glass and knew that she needed another before telling them that they wanted to try the soft swing bowling. 

As Carol moved her body into Allan's Bob sat next to Betsy with the bottle of wine. "Want some more?" 

"Yes," Betsy giggled. Her eyes never left Carol and her husband's bodies which were now pressed tightly together. 

Allan tried to hold his hard-on back but the woman kept pressing forward. Finally he stopped resisting and let her feel the total eight inch length. Nothing more was said until the song was finished. He moved back towards the sofa and saw that Bob had taken his place. 

"Sit next to me," Carol whispered. Her hand took his and guided him to the loveseat. 

"So do you have anymore questions about the bowling league?" Bob asked. He noticed that Betsy's body had relaxed and was leaning back against the sofa. 

Allan spoke. "If we start this and decide it is not for us then we can stop right?" 

Carol reached over and took his hand. "No one has to do anything they don't want to do." She continued holding his hand as they rested on top of his muscular thigh. 

Allan looked at his wife. "Do you still want to try it?" 

Betsy finished her third glass. "Yes." 

"OK so I guess we will meet you at the bowling lanes on Saturday at midnight," Allan grinned. 

"Well, there is one more thing," Bob said. "Before you two can join the league we have to make sure you are serious." 

"We are," Allan quickly said. "We talked about it and we want to try it." 

"We've had couples in the past who have said the same thing but when we started to bowl and the kissing started they got cold feet." 

Betsy leaned over against Bob's shoulder. "We want to do the kissing and....the touching. We are not sure about the lounge." 

Carol squeezed Allan's hand and pulled it upward until the back of her thumb pressed into his large bulge. "We believe you but the others all want you to pass a test first." 

Allan tried to ignore her thumb. "What kind of test?" 

"If you allow us to kiss and touch you right now we will know that you are serious," Carol answered. 

"NOW?" Allan asked. "You want to kiss and touch us now?" 

"You can touch too," Carol grinned. 

"We need to think about this," Allan said noticing that his wife had not said a word. "Right honey?" 

The wine and the closeness of Bob had Betsy's body on fire. "They're right. If we can't do it now then we probably won't be able to do it then." Betsy too had noticed Bob's six inch boner in his slacks. 

Carol could still see Allan's hesitation. "Let's do one step at a time and just kiss." Her thumb moved outward and slowly rubbed over his hidden crown. Betsy could not see it because their hands were in the way. 

They all looked at Allan. "OK but just kiss." He started to turn towards Carol but saw Betsy's head twist around until Bob's mouth moved downward. He could see that Betsy's lips were closed tightly until Bob's tongue forced its way inside. It seemed that she resisted at first but a few seconds later opened her mouth all the way and her body relaxed. He knew he should feel jealous but instead it made him harder. 

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Carol whispered while she moved her body sideways until her breast pressed into his shoulder. She nibbled on his ear as he continued watching. He saw Bob's tongue retreat and then Betsy's tongue follow it. "Are you going to kiss me?" 

Allan's eyes closed when he turned towards her and felt her soft lips nibbling on his. She bit his upper lip with her teeth and pulled on it until his tongue moved out to lick over her them. His hand moved behind her back and pulled her softness closer while their mouths opened wide. 

Betsy had forgotten about her husband kissing another woman because this man was so forceful unlike her husband who was gentle. His tongue was hard and relentless exploring her oral cavity. She felt his hand moving up and down her back touching the soft skin at her neck and lower over the top of her covered bikini panties. Her instincts were to stop him from going lower over her ass but her body wouldn't allow it. 

Only the sounds of the soft music, the wet sounds of the kissing and the moaning could be heard for the next ten minutes. Allan's prick was about to explode just from the kissing when he pulled back and looked over at Bob who had pressed Betsy's down on the sofa with her lower legs hanging over. Her dress was dangerously high on her thighs and he could see Bob's right thigh forced between her opened legs. 

"Ohhh," Betsy moaned feeling the rubbing against her wet and throbbing pussy mound. She felt her dress moving upward and tried to reach under him to push it down but instead felt his hard manhood against the back of her tiny fingers. "My dress," she whispered hoping that he would move back enough for her to push it down over her dripping panties. 

"Touch me," Bob whispered. "You've made me so hard." 

"We're just....supposed....to kiss," she whispered breathing rapidly. 

"When I lift up turn over your hand," he whispered back. 

"Oh God," Betsy thought feeling his body lift a fraction. She knew that Carol and Allan could not see her arm twisting or her opened fingers as he placed his covered shaft onto them. 

Bob felt her hand but her fingers did not move. "Squeeze it." 

Betsy turned her head and looked at her husband while slowly closing her fingers. He seemed so much thicker than Allan. She felt his hand pull her face back to his and looked into his eyes while she squeezed and then explored his length. 

*****

Carol knew by now that Bob had already touched Betsy or vice versa but Allan had not made any moves. She slid her tongue deep into his throat while she grabbed onto his hard-on. 

Allan's eyes opened wide before he pulled his mouth from the slippery invader. He grabbed her wrist to pull her fingers off of his but she held him tight. "Don't, we can't......" 

"Look at them" Carol giggled. 

Allan turned and saw Betsy's bare leg now completely wrapped around Bob's waist. The dress was bunched up over her waist and he could only see the white strap of her panties. He was rubbing his thigh up and down while she humped his leg. "Betsy." 

"Shhh let me touch you and make you happy." She felt his hand drop off her wrist and slowly stroked up and down his covered monster. 

"Oh, stop or I'm going to cum," he warned. 

Carol giggled and moved her hand away. She moved off of the loveseat and lifted her skirt before straddling his lap. "Let me make you really happy." 

Allan kept watching his wife being dry humped while Carol did the same to him. His fingers moved around to cup her round ass through the skirt as she lifted and lowered her covered pussy against his hard-on. "OH GOD.....GET OFF!" He cried feeling the dam burst open. He lifted Carol's body and ran towards the hall bathroom. 

Betsy too was about to cum when she heard her husband's scream. She pushed her head away and saw him running out. "What happened?" She asked Carol who was pulling her dress down over her nearly naked butt. 

Carol giggled and moved to her knees next to Betsy. "He came," she whispered as Bob continued to rub against Betsy's sex. "Do you want to cum too?" 

"Yes," Betsy's said with half-closed eyes. "Yes." Her eyes fully closed until she felt fingers moving under Bob's thigh. They rubbed over her clitty causing her to moan. "OH YES RIGHT THERE!" 

Bob moved back and off of Betsy's to watch Carol's expert fingers rub and touch Betsy's pussy through her white undies. The material was damp and pushed so far into the slit that they both could see that she was truly a natural blonde. 

Betsy was there when she felt Bob move away. She opened her eyes to smile at him when she saw that it wasn't his fingers bringing her off. "CAROL!" 

"Yes now cum baby..........cum." Carol's fingers moved into warp speed. 

"OHHMYGOD!" Betsy's hips rose upward as her body exploded into tiny pieces.