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Marti

By: Rnsbreeze



Marti was not what you would call a pretty girl. Her face was average to say the least, and she never wore makeup. Her body was more like a guy's that a girls. Her breasts never really developed more than big nipples on her chest and she was extremely skinny. Her legs looked out of sorts when she wore shorts so she never wore them. Her ass was probably the best feature on her body, but because of the way she looked when she faced guys they never gave her much attention as she walked away. 

All thru high school and even into her first year at college she was alone and hating every minute of it. Her biggest hatred was her brother. She despised the very ground he walked on and often wished he were dead. He teased her constantly while growing up and never had a kind word to say to her. Jimmy was always putting her down in front of his friends and in private but when he was around their parents he never said a word so when Marti complained to her parents about him they just could not believe that he would do such a thing.

You see, Jimmy was the exact opposite of Marti, he was handsome and athletic, and their house was cluttered with trophies from various sports of which he was associated with. He was captain of this or number one in that, it sickened Marti. Jimmy got an athletic scholarship to the local university and Marti had to work to pay tuition. All her life it was Jimmy this or Jimmy that. Her parents doted on him and she resented them for that too. Jimmy was given a new car as part of the incentive package to enroll at that university, while Marti was given a used car from her parents that looked as plain as she did. Marti even hated her name, which sounded like a guys. 

Marti longed to be hugged and caressed by a guy, but often found herself on the wrong end of a practical joke and so the older she got the less use she had for men. She tried to date a few women but often found the same results that she just wasn't good looking enough to date anyone. Marti wrapped herself into her own life and became a recluse. She got a small apartment close to campus and rarely went out. Her parents would come to visit and occasionally her brother to check up on her, but other than that she rarely had visitors.

Jimmy lived on campus, part of the athletic requirements of bonding with his teammates and so he would go to his sisters apartment often to get out of the dorms. He hated being in the dorm, but as the university required it he had no choice. Marti really didn't like him at her place, but she tolerated him because it seemed to her that he was getting nicer to her as the time went on. Maybe it was just because she had an apartment off campus. At any rate, he would buy food and alcohol and keep her kitchen stocked so there was a bonus to his visits. 

"Hey Mart," she hated that name too. It seemed to remind her of K-Mart or Wal-Mart, but it was the only name that Jimmy ever used when he talked to her.

"What's up Jimmy?"

"You know, you should really give me a key to the place, sometimes I need to chill out and your either at work or school and I'm stuck in that shithouse of a dorm."

"Yeah, well tough shit bro."

"C'mon Mart, you know I'll take good care of the place, I'm not going to throw any big parties or anything like that, I just need to get away from all those stupid juveniles and the dumb ass pranks."

Marti knew that her brother hated the dorm life and she also knew that he was more mature than the idiots that lived there. Their parents always raised them to take responsibility for their actions so both of them were very mature for their ages. 

"I'll have to think about it."

"I'll make it worth your while." Jimmy was pleading and Marti was gloating. It wasn't often that she had the upper hand and she loved every minute of it. 

"How?"

"Well, I don't know, but I'll think of something."

"That's not good enough, I want to know what's in this for me?"

Jimmy was stunned, it wasn't often that he had to grovel in the face of his little sister but she had the upper hand and he was at a loss for words.

"Ok, ok, whatever you want, just help me out here, I'm going out of my fucking mind."

Marti smiled a sly grin. She had him right where she wanted him and now it was his turn to pay. She wasn't sure what she was going to require yet, but she knew that his time had finally come. 

Marti found herself at the Home Depot the next day making an extra key for her brother. How would she make him pay, what devious plan could she contrive to repay for all those years of torment? She considered several plans most of which she discarded as being too trivial. Nothing she could think of would be equal to the suffering she endured over countless days and nights.

"Here, but before you take it know that your going to have to help with the rent."

"Ok, fine. How much do you want?" 

Marti thought for a moment and said, "Two hundred a month should be a good start, depending on how much time you spend here."

Jimmy reached into his pocket and pulled out $75 and handed it over to his sister. "I'll give you the rest as soon as I can get to the bank." Marti frowned, this was way too easy, and she was going to have to come up with another plan. Jimmy had to pay for indignity.

As promised, Jimmy came across with the rest of the money in a few hours. Marti didn't know what to do, now she had a part time roommate she didn't want, but here he was. He continued to buy food and alcohol so she wasn't to upset, but what was to be his payback for the years of torment? 

The weeks pressed on and Marti did find that Jimmy was not there a whole lot, but she could tell when he was. It wasn't that he left a mess, but when you live alone you can always tell when someone enters you place. A little thing is out of place, the stove was used, items moved in the fridge, there is always a tell tale sign.

Jimmy was true to his word and rent was always paid on time and in cash, so she had no excuse to push him out. She did feel a bit compromised in that she no longer had the place to herself and was about to tell Jimmy that very thing when she came home one night early from work and saw that he was there. Afraid of how he would take the news, she quietly entered her place. The lights in the living room were on but no one was there. She looked in the kitchen and den, but again, no one. She walked down the hall to the bedroom and was stunned into disbelief. Her brother, the state jock, the envy of more women than she could remember, the pride and joy of their parents, was on his knees with a stiff dick balls deep in his mouth.

"That's it Jimmy boy suck me off good."

This stranger was face fucking her brother and she had no idea who he was, and Jimmy was sucking for all he was worth. 

"Yeah, ok you little cock sucker, here I cum."

Marti watched as the legs of the man Jimmy was sucking buckled and she saw her brother swallow load after load of the cum this stranger was dumping down his throat. She backed up a bit out of the light from the bedroom and tried to regain her composure. Jimmy? Gay? What the fuck was going on? 

"Oh yeah suck my ass."

This wasn't over? Now what was happening? Marti snuck up closer and watched as Jimmy was sticking his tongue deep into this guy's ass. The man was obviously digging it because he was bucking back against her brother. Jimmy then stood up and shoved his cock deep into this ass he had just sucked. The other guy just pushed back and said, "Yeah fuck me stud." Marti couldn't believe her eyes or ears. This was way too much information and she was overloaded. It was then she noticed that her own pussy was flowing with juices and her panties were sopped. She put a hand to herself and had an orgasm, which caused her to gasp and the guys stopped and looked in her direction. 

Marti immediately took charge of the situation. "What the fuck are you two doing?"

Jimmy fell to the floor and covered himself up and the stranger got up, grabbed his clothes and ran past Marti tripping over himself as he tried to put on his clothes leaving the apartment. 

"Well, answer me faggot."

Jimmy crawled to a corner and started to cry.

"So this is what you wanted a key for? So you could come over here and fuck guys and act like a faggot?"

"Please don't tell anyone, it would ruin me," Jimmy sobbed.

All of a sudden, it dawned on Marti this was her revenge. She had a plan to make sure she would make him pay for all the humiliation she had endured over the years.

"Get your ass up and get dressed. Just make sure you're here on Saturday cause we have plans."

Jimmy's eyes were red from crying and he could barely see, but he nodded assent and quickly got dressed. He was afraid of the coming date but knew that if he missed it he would pay dearly. 

The days flew past much to quickly, but Saturday came and he went to his sister's apartment to await his judgment. Marti was waiting for him to arrive and had gathered some things she had bought for the day's festivities. Jimmy knocked on the door and Marti opened it and said, "What the fuck worm, you have a key, use it."

Jimmy walked in the living room and stood dumbfounded. It seems Marti had been shopping for all sorts of devices. She had clothes; various sex toys and some DVD's assembled on the coffee table. What have I got myself into he wondered? 

"Strip faggot."

Her voice was so commanding he was startled. 

"Move asshole."

Without thinking he removed all his clothing and stood naked before her. "That's better, now get on your knees."

Jimmy obeyed and knelt before his sister. This is the first time he actually looked at her. She was dressed in black stockings, garter belt, and had a push up bra that did little to help her tiny breasts but they did seem to appear bigger. What really scared him was the huge black strap on dildo she had between her legs. 

"That wasn't your first time sucking cock was it?"

Jimmy shook his head no.

"You look like you've had lots of cocks in your mouth."

Jimmy didn't move, but the embarrassed look on his face told Marti that she was right.

"Suck this faggot."

Jimmy opened his mouth and she forcefully shoved the dildo down his throat. It was bigger than anything he had ever had in his mouth and he gagged. Marti just shoved it further into him. There was a strange taste to this phallus that he could not quite grasp and as his mouth and throat adjusted to the intrusion he had the feeling that it might be the taste of pussy.

"That's right faggot suck this big cock and make me cum."

Marti face fucked him for a bit and then pulled the dildo out of his mouth. 

"Get on you hands and knees and turn around cum slut."

Marti grabbed a tube of lube that was on the coffee table and squirted a generous amount on his asshole and then some more on the strap on she wore. She got on her knees behind him and shoved the dildo into her brother. He winced at the intrusion and cried a bit at the forcefulness of her assault but she didn't bother to pay attention. She continued to shove the monster deep into his bowels until she could feel his legs against her own.

"You like this pussy boy?"

Jimmy didn't answer and she shoved a little harder making him yelp.

"Answer me fuckwad."

"Y-y-es,"

"That's yes MISTRESS."

"Yes Mistress."

Jimmy felt her start to fuck his ass and the pain started to ebb and pleasure took over. The huge dildo was stroking his prostate and he was getting into it. He started to push back and fuck his sister.

"That's it Jimmy boy, fuck me, make me cum."

Jimmy started to fuck harder and slam his ass into the monster that was invading him. Jimmy was on the verge of having a massive orgasm when his sister suddenly started bucking wildly and fell backward on the floor pulling the fake dick from his ass. He turned around to see Marti lying on the floor shaking from what must have been her own orgasm. Jimmy looked between her legs and saw her juices flowing down them and leaned over to lick them up.

Marti has had sex before, if that's what you want to call it. She had coerced a couple of guys over to "get their dicks wet" but that was it. They didn't stay long nor did they do anything to help her achieve an orgasm. Even the few women she dated didn't want to eat her out, she was always the giver, not the receiver, so when Jimmy started to lick her legs, it felt wonderful and she parted them a bit. Jimmy saw this reaction and moved the dildo out of the way and moved closer to her pussy. When she felt his tongue on her pussy, the first one she ever had, she exploded again. 

Jimmy grabbed her legs and pushed them up gaining better access to her and opening her up more. He tongue fucked her and sucked on her pussy feeling her buck and grind herself into him. He moved his tongue downward to her asshole and as he stuck his tongue into her and she climaxed again. He continued to suck on her womanhood until she finally relaxed. Jimmy placed his head on her thigh and lightly kissed her pussy.

"I love you Marti."

Marti? Did Jimmy just call me Marti? In 23 years I've never heard him call me by my full name. Did he just say he loved me? What the hell is happening?

Marti sat up and grabbed Jimmy by the hair and pulled his head up.

"Did you just say you loved me?"

Jimmy looked deep into her eyes, "Yes. I've always loved you and always wanted you."

"You hate me, all those years of calling me names and tormenting me, now you say you love me?"

"I was always afraid that you would find out my true feelings for you and shove me away. All those guys I fucked in the ass it was you I was thinking of and wanted to be with you. I did those guys because they reminded me of you, I love your boyish figure and want nothing more than to spend my life with you."

Marti was stunned she let go her brother and sat there confused and dazed.

"You can do anything you want to me, just let me be with you forever."

She looked at her brother for the first time. In his eyes was the answer she sought. He was genuinely telling her that he loved her. Jimmy moved up her body and kissed Marti on the lips. Her response was a confused kiss back, but she did little more than that. Jimmy rose and grabbed his sister by the hand and pulled her to the couch and sat her down, sitting next to her. He kissed her again and this time she responded by throwing her arms around him and kissing him deeply.

The one thing in life she longed for was happening to her right now and she was stunned that it was her own brother that brought out these feelings. The very one only a few minutes ago she was fucking in the ass and acting out her revenge for years of indignity. How her heart was tearing itself apart. She was utterly confused and happy at the same time. This handsome man was kissing her and fondling her like a lover starved for attention and she couldn't help but feel aroused.

Jimmy had removed her bra and strap on leaving his sister naked except for the black stockings she had on. He kissed her face and moved down to her chest and sucked on the little tits, which caused Marti to inhale shoving all of her breast into his mouth. He then moved downward toward her pussy that was already getting wet in anticipation. She pulled him up and kissed him on the lips.

"Fuck me, I want to feel your cock in me."

Jimmy crawled between her legs and placed his cock at her love hole. He pushed slowly in feeling the tightness of her pussy. Marti threw her legs around his waist and pulled herself on to his dick thrusting it deep into her. Her orgasm was immediate. Jimmy pumped into her quick and hard.

"Fuck me you fucking stud."

Jimmy came quickly and slumped onto his sister. They kissed and remained together for the rest of the evening, slowly making love over and over again. Marti finally got her wish; she was in love. 

Marti Gras



Seth stepped to the railing and watched the busy street below. There were people dancing, people singing and a lot of sexuality everywhere. Earlier in the afternoon Seth and his girlfriend had broken up and she had left for home. Suddenly he wasn’t sure if this is where he wanted to be, but he had always wanted to come to Mardi Gras. He leaned on the rail and sipped a beer.

There was so much color and life down on the street. A man on stilts walked by with a mask on that had an enormous nose, which Seth laughed about and shook his head. Then he noticed a girl on the street that caught his eye, she was sitting on the curb watching and laughing at all the pandemonium. Something just captivated him. He spent the next half an hour watching her. She had short dark hair and a dark complexion, but her smile was the most beautiful thing.

Seth decided to walk down to the street for a better look. As he walked out on the street he looked for her and she was gone. He walked up the street a bit and then back down, but she was nowhere to be found. Disheartened he leaned on a pole and watched the passersby. Now he wished he had stayed up on the balcony and watched so he could of seen where she had gone.

“What were you looking at?” Came a very sexy female voice from behind him.

Turning he saw the girl he was watching standing in a doorway behind him.

“Well…you.”

“I know that silly…but what kept you there for so long…I saw you watching me.”

“I’m sorry…I couldn’t help it.”

“I enjoyed it,” her eyes twinkled as she spoke.

He felt his face flush as she looked into his eyes.

“You looked so sad when you walked out on the balcony…what made you look so sad in such a happy place?”

Seth shook his head, “it’s a long, long story.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

She laughed and said, “Martina…but my friends call me Marti.”

“Seth….nice to meet ya.” Marti walked over and put her arm in his.

“Come on we can find a nice quiet place to talk for a while.”

The two walked down the main street for about a block, watching all the people and making small talk. They spotted a small coffee shop and decided to go in. After they sat down and ordered some coffee, Marti turned to Seth.

“Ok…what happened that was so bad?”

“Not much of a story…me and my girlfriend got here yesterday…” as he said “girlfriend” Marti’s eyes got big, “we had a fight last night and broke up…it was a really nasty fight…soooo…she went home a couple of hours ago.”

“I’m sorry Seth…but look at it this way…. you are a very good looking guy…. and there are so many other women out there.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…it just kinda got me down a little.”

“I understand…but this is Mardi Gras and you’re supposed to have fun here…so I will take it upon myself to make sure you do.”

“Marti..You don’t have to do that.”

“I know…but I feel it’s my duty,” with this she grinned.

“Alright, what do you propose we do then?”

“Well…first I think we should get to know each other and then we’ll go from there.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“So…where are ya from?”

“Atlanta…Georgia boy, born and bred.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“No…why?”

“I’m from Forest Park…just outside of Atlanta, that is so odd.”

“Wow, what are the chances of that,” Seth said with a smile.

They talked for a while longer and Seth learned that Marti had just turned 22 and was taking a break from college. She loved the Atlanta Braves, which endeared her to him. Seth had been a Braves fan for as long as he knew what baseball was. After they talked they decided to go to a club for a drink and some dancing. 

The inside of the club was busy and there were a lot of drunken people having fun, so the two of them found a table in a corner to sit. They ordered drinks; Seth got a beer and Marti order a white wine spritzer. All of a sudden Marti got up and grabbed Seth’s hand, with a twinkle in her eyes she pulled him out on the dance floor.

They danced for hours and drank until they were both very buzzed. When they finally decided to leave they were both laughing and Seth felt much better. They decided to go to Seth’s room since it was closer. On the walk to the room, Marti reached over and grabbed Seth’s hand and held it the whole way. 

“It has been so fun here with you tonight Seth.”

“I’ve had fun too…and thank you…. I feel better.”

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “you are very welcome.”

They walked up the steps to his room and went in. Seth got Marti a beer and got one for him. He walked into the living room and found her leaning on the balcony rail exactly where he had watched her earlier. There was loud music playing outside, it was kind of salsa type music. Seth walked outside and leaned on the rail, then handed the beer to Marti. 

“The atmosphere is intoxicating…don’t ya think?” Marti closed her eyes as she spoke.

“Yeah, it is.”

Marti set her beer down and turned to Seth. She took his hand and turned him to her. She then stepped up to him and leaned against him. She looked into his eyes and then closed hers, and began moving her hips back and forth to the beat of the music on the street. Seth started moving with her, all of a sudden feeling a strong need to hold her close and not let her go. She then turned around and leaned back against him with all of her body making contact with his. Seth leaned down and kissed her on the side of her neck. Marti leaned her head to the side to let him have better access. 

“God, that feels good…”

Seth slid his hands under her shirt and onto her stomach. Marti put her hands on the sides of his thighs and squeezed gently. Seth looked down her body, down the abundant swell of her breasts to her ever so slight pooch. Both of them stayed just like that for what seemed like forever, swaying together. Suddenly Marti turned around and kissed Seth passionately. Her little tongue darted into his mouth and found his. Marti then broke the kiss and took Seth’s hand and walked him into the room and to the bedroom.

“Make love to me Seth,” she whispered up to him.

Marti sat down on the bed and grabbed the front of Seth’s pants to pull him down with her. Seth let her pull him down on top of her. She then found his mouth again and kissed him deeply, running her fingers through his hair. Seth slid his hand under her shirt again and lightly rubbed her stomach. Marti shivered at his touch and moaned slightly. She then slid one hand under the back of Seth’s shirt and massaged the muscles in his back. Seth then broke the kiss and brushed his lips against her ear and down the line her jaw, drawing another moan from her. Seth slid down her body and pushed her shirt up, he then kissed her stomach and watched the goose bumps run up her skin. Marti reached down and pulled Seth’s shirt up over his head and tossed it to the floor. Seth in turn pushed Marti’s shirt up and helped her out of it. Her lacy white bra contrasted against her golden skin and her large full breasts made Seth sigh a bit. He looked up into her eyes and smiled.

“You are so gorgeous Marti.”

“The look in your eyes makes me feel like a goddess.”

Seth felt a slight blush and kissed her deeply and with unrestrained passion. He slid his hand up her stomach and gently caressed her soft full breast. Seth immediately felt her nipple harden under his touch. A moan escaped from Marti. She then raised herself slightly so he could have access to the clasp on her bra. Seth unfastened her bra and slowly slid her bra away. Her nipples were a fairly big and brown. Seth then leaned down and took one into his mouth gently sucking and rolling his tongue around it drawing louder moans of pleasure from Marti. He then shifted his attention to the other nipple sucking and nibbling gently. Marti ran her fingers through his hair while he teased her nipples. Seth then unfastened Marti’s tight jeans and broke his hold on her nipple so he could pull the jeans off. He found that Marti wasn’t wearing anything underneath, she was also clean-shaven. Seth noticed she had a fairly large tattoo of a dragon on her hip; he traced it with his finger. 

“I got that for my 18th birthday,” Marti told him breathlessly.

“I’ve always thought that woman with tattoos were very sexy.”

Seth leaned back down and kissed her bare mound, causing Marti to arch her back. He gently nudged her flawless legs apart and kissed her already wet lips. Marti moaned very loudly. Seth then teasingly took the tip of his tongue and slipped it just barely between those soaked lips. She trembled at this contact and grabbed a hold of the sheets on the bed. All of a sudden Seth took her now hard clit into his mouth and sucked, causing her to grab hold of his hair and pull him tight against her pussy. Seth then gently pushed one finger into her very tight, very wet crevice. Marti ground against him and wrapped her legs around his head. Seth pulled his finger out of her and began to lap at the ample amount of honey seeping out of that tight, bare slit. He moved his attention back up to her clitty and began the assault again. Seth felt her legs start to tense and her back begin to arch, he sucked harder and then slid a finger into her incredible ass causing her to come hard and scream. He kept sucking until after a minute or so she relaxed her body and panted. 

“You….have….an….amaaazing mouth,” she managed to pant out a minute later.

“You taste fantastic, I could do that all night.”

Marti grinned at him and told him to stand up. He stood and she slid around and let her legs fall on either side of his, she unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them down his slender hips and muscular thighs. Seth’s cock sprang free. Marti helped him out of the legs of his jeans and pitched them off to the side. She then lightly traced a path up his leg with her fingernails to his hairy sac and gripped his cock gently. Marti lightly stroked his wide dick a few times and then all of a sudden took his full length into her mouth. Seth felt like screaming but all he let out was a loud groan. The feeling of her hot wet mouth on his hard shaft was fantastic. She ever so slowly began to move her mouth up and down his steely cock while sucking gently and playing with his heavy balls. She reached around and grabbed two handfuls of his ass and tried to pull more of him into her mouth. Seth nearly blew his loud right then as she began to growl deep in her throat sending vibrations up his sensitive prick and making him moan her name. Marti then started sucking him faster and harder, while he met her with hip thrusts. Seth could tell it was going to end soon as his balls began to swell and he felt the tingle deep inside. 

“I’m gonna….come…..babe.”

Marti started picking up the pace and in just a minute or two she was rewarded with thick cream hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, making sure not to miss anything. After the spurts subsided she licked him clean, causing him to jump a little from the over sensitivity. 

“Lay here with me for a few minutes Seth,” she said after letting go of his now soft dick.

Seth slowly crawled on the bed and cuddled up next to his beautiful golden goddess. They talked for a while about nothing and were soon back to caressing and touching each other. As soon as Seth got hard again he rolled her onto her back and crawled between her thighs. He gazed into those seductive blue eyes and started teasing her still drenched slit with the tip of his cock. Marti arched her back and moaned. Seth began to slid a little of his hardness into her incredibly tight pussy. She held herself deathly still as he pushed into her slowly, moaning as he stretched her slit and filled her like she had never been filled. After what seemed like forever he felt his balls touch her ass and marveled at the silky wet feeling of her pussy as it gripped him tightly. Seth began to ease in and out of Marti, enjoying every second like it would be the last. Marti wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her fingers through his hair. 

“Seth, sweetheart, you feel sooooo good inside me.”

“Babe you are so wet and tight…….”

“Screw making love, Seth, I want you to fuck me…now.”

Needing no more encouragement Seth started pounding into her making her moan with each thrust. Marti pushed into him every time he slammed into her. This went on for about fifteen minutes until Marti screamed through another orgasm. After she came back down to earth Seth pulled out of her and all of a sudden she pushed him over onto his back and straddled him. Marti then impaled herself on his wet dick and began riding him. Every time she dropped down on him she half moaned and half screamed, riding like a mad woman. Seth started pushing up every time she dropped down and soon she came crashing into another orgasm. She sat there trembling for a few minutes with Seth still buried inside of her and then she looked up and he saw a very mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Marti rose up until he popped free and tilted her hips forward and slid up a little. She held herself up and used her free hand to push his dick back and pushed down hard. Seth felt his cock slip past the ring of her hot ass and she squealed as he sank into her unbelievably tight ass to the hilt. 

“Does that feel good, to be in my tight ass?”

“Oh god yes.”

Marti started to rise up and down, slamming her ass into him. She squealed with pleasure as he began thrusting up into her ass. Seth started massaging her clit with his thumb as she bounced up and down sending her over the edge yet again. It didn’t take much of her ass to make Seth’s balls start to boil again. He started groaning and Marti picked up the pace and soon he was filling her hot ass with his come. As he softened his prick slid out of her ass with a wet pop. 

They feel asleep just as the sun was appearing over the horizon. They slept in and Seth woke up about two o’clock feeling sore all over, but he saw no sign of Marti besides the smell of sex in the room. He got up and looked all over the room for her but she wasn’t there. All of a sudden he felt very alone and went to take a shower. 

When he got out of the shower he smelled something good, he couldn’t place it but it smelled good. He dried off and put on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen. There he found Marti waiting for him with food sitting on the little table. She told him it was take out from her favorite Cajun restaurant. They ate and ended up fucking again on the table. They took a shower together and got dressed to go out. 

The next day Seth drove them both home and it was a very interesting trip…but that is another story....



Martial Arts with Maria Bello



I had started to go to self defence classes. It was an idea of Adam, a mate of mine. He said that the only people that go to these kinds of places are young hot looking chicks that wanna fight of potential rapists, cause seeing how hot they are, they're definitely gonna get raped.

It wasn't a positive thing for him to say, but let's face it. A hot looking girl with a smoking hot body is more likely to get a random stranger trying to rape her then a fat, ugly chick, even if statistics say that a woman is more likely to get raped by someone they know then by a stranger.

So he enrolled us into these classes that we had to pay for and thus far, I had been to two, he was yet to show up to even one. He kept coming up with reasons on the night on why he couldn't make it, leaving me as the only male in the class apart from Evan, the teacher, making me look like a bit of a sissy, coming to self defence classes with a bunch of women.

It was a certain style of martial arts, I couldn't remember what, mainly cause I thought me and Adam would be here trying to pick up chicks. I had no problem being here with someone, but going solo? That was a little uncomfortable, you were all by yourself.

Everyone put their stuff on the bench against the wall as they took their shoes and sock off and went up to the line in front of Evan.

I was here in black sweat pants and a white t-shirt, standing in the far end, hoping no one noticed me, throwing punches into the air as we mimicked Evan. Even though the sole purpose of me being here was to pick up chicks, I was too embarrassed to look to the right at any of the many women here, let alone talk to them and attempt to lure them into bed.

After about 40 minutes of practising punches and kicks and people going to the front to practice one on one in front of the class with Evan, he decided to set up a new task.

"OK!" Evan started. "Listen up ladies... and gentleman." He said looking at me, the only male student, pointing me out with his hand. "We're gonna pair up and do some take downs, so grab a partner."

Fucking brilliant! Adam had once again stood me up, leaving me here by myself and I didn't know any of these women to pair up with. But then again, every cloud has a silver lining or whatever that fuck that phrase is. I was gonna get paired off with a woman, doing take downs with her. If she was hot, Adam's plan may be coming into effect. I started to feel less embarrassed and a little more comfortable, hoping that I got a hottie.

The women started to pair off and were standing in groups of two. Knowing my shitty luck, this was probably a group with an uneven number and I'd get paired off with the teacher like some fat kid at high school. Great! Just when things start to look up the silver lining of the cloud evaporates into thin air and a shit storm pours down on me.

"OK! Any one not got a partner?" Evan asked and I looked around. I clearly didn't have one and Evan's eyes went to my direction instantly when he asked that question, there was no one within ten feet of me. I was standing there like a loner.

I looked around and noticed a hand go up. I let out a big breath, and a sigh of relief. I didn't care who I was stuck with, I just didn't want to end up like the kid who got picked last in basketball or the kid that had to pair off with the teacher and had to stand at the front of the class with the teacher, that would've been so embarrassing.

"OK! You go with him." Evan pointed to her and then me. I couldn't see who she was but she walked around to me. She had on tight, black sweat pants and a tight sleeveless, low cut grey top, that showed off her large breasts. Frankly, I had no clue why she was wearing a tight low cut top, but I didn't care, she looked hot from a distance. Let's just hope she looked good up close.

I looked down, not making eye contact as I saw her bare feet as she approached me. I looked up to see her blonde hair platted in a ponytail, going a couple of inches past her shoulders. I stared at her as I felt like I'd seen her somewhere before.

"I'm Maria." She introduced herself extending her hand to me.

"I'm Kash." I said shaking her hand. "You know? You look very familiar." I said to her.

"You've seen me before." She said standing beside me. I leaned back slightly, checking out her butt, liking what I saw.

"Cute butt." I complimented her, seeing as though it seemed like she knew me cause we'd met before, although I was having trouble where we had met.

"Being a little brash aren't we?" Maria smiled. She didn't seem offended by the remark at all, she seemed like she liked the compliment, but her words suggested other wise, even if her tone was of a sort of flirty nature.

"I go straight for what I like." I replied.

"Confidence!" She smiled. "I like that in a man." She was making this too easy, almost as if she came here to be picked up.

"So... where have I seen you before?" I asked, going back to what started the conversation off.

"You figure it out." She whispered as Evan started to give us instructions. I would say Evans instructions went in one ear and out the other, but they didn't make it all the way to my ears. Just hit me on the face and fell to the floor. My eyes were fixated on Maria as I tried to figure out where I'd seen her before. Maria turned around to face me, I guess Evan finished giving instructions.

"You wanna go first or should I?" Maria asked.

"You seem like you've been to a couple of these classes before. I'll watch and learn." I said.

"Cool!" She smiled as she grabbed my head into a head lock, pressing my face against the side of her boob, but I didn't even get to enjoy that, cause she swept the front of my legs with her feet, dropping me to the ground in less than a second, flat on my front.

"Nice!" I smiled, trying my best not to look or sound embarrassed at being taken down by a girl that I was a lot bigger than.

"Now you try! "She chirped, jumping on the spot a couple of times. I got up onto my feet. This is what she's supposed to do, so I shouldn't be embarrassed. I quickly grabbed her head and held her face close to my chest as I dropped to my knees and pulled her down with me, onto her back going on top of her.

It was nothing like what she did, but she was on her back on the floor with me on top of her, my face inches in front of hers. I could feel my dick start to grow and get hard from having my body pressing against the body of a woman this hot. I started to get a little nervous that my member was gonna start to press against her crotch and lower abs.

"You did it all wrong!" She laughed, not bothered by me doing it wrong and clearly not noticing my hard-on pressing against her. She looked really cute when she laughed. I slowly rolled off her and onto my feet, extending my hand to her as I helped her up.

"You got the first part right." She said using my hand to pull herself up. "Let me break it down for you." She said gesturing with her hand for me to go closer to her.

"You got the headlock part right." She said as she got my head under her arm and pressed my face against the side of her boob again and held my head in place. This time, she kept my head in place instead of just for a split second like before. Finally! The reason why I was coming to these classes was starting to pay off. I had my face buried in a hot blondes side boob.

"Then you just move your leg to the side and just push their leg back and make them drop onto the floor." She said sweeping my feet and making me fall flat on my face once again.

"I think I got it." I said quickly jumping up onto my feet. I got her in a head lock and I was toying with fucking up again, but my male pride got in the way, she dropped me face first onto the floor twice, so I pulled it off with no mistakes this time.

"That's it!" She laughed as she turned around and sat on the floor. I extended my hand to help her up.

"Have I seen you around in the mall or something?" I asked.

"Is that why you aren't paying attention?" She giggled. "Trying to figure out where you've seen me?"

"Pretty much." I replied.

"Think of me lying on my back on the stairs while a guy rips my underwear off and fucks me hard and once he's done, I just walk off."

"Oh shit!" I said recognising what she was describing instantly. "That's a scene from that movie 'A history of violence' isn't it?" I said recognising who she was.

"Got it in one." She said, replying in a lusty tone, giving me a seductive look. "I bet that makes you even harder, knowing that you were in between Maria Bello's legs huh?"

I was lost for words, I guess she did feel my hard-on, I didn't know how to respond. I took a deep breath and tried to regain my composure, not letting the fact that she was Maria Bello throw me off. Just think of her as just another hot chick that I want to have wrapped around cock.

"You felt it huh?" I asked.

"I may be poor widdle defenceless woman, but I'm not senseless." She said putting on a cute little kid voice and then switching back to adult.

"So, you like what you felt?" I asked, trying to flirt with her.

"I'm hoping that that wasn't all there is." She said with a flirty look and turned her back to me as Evan called out to the group again.

"Now we're gonna practice a take down, when they get you from behind." He started. I blocked him out again as I stepped back and stared at Maria Bello's ass once again. I tried to imagine what her bare legs would look like in the flesh. I still remember that scene from 'The cooler' where she lying on the bed, with her perfect legs and feet going up the wall.

"You follow what he said this time?" She asked. "Or were you busy staring at my butt, again?" She gave a sly smile.

"The latter?" I replied more as a question than an answer, realising that she knew I was constantly staring at her.

"Hmpf!" She exhaled, rolling her eyes. "At least you're honest. I'll give you that." She said turning around to fully face me. "You're gonna love this one." She smiled. "You have to grab me from behind."

"Sweet!" I said walking up behind her which caused her to laugh. I quickly grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her from under her arms and, placing my hands on her breasts copping a quick feel as I squeezed them hard.

"Uhh!" Maria grunted in shock as I felt up her large breasts. I'm not sure what she was trying to do, probably flip me over, but I was putting up resistance. She kept trying to pull me forward, but I kept pulling back, which created a sort of hip grinding motion from me on her and I could feel that my cock was now fully erect from rubbing against her ass.

"Is that big enough?" I asked.

"Much bigger than I would've given you credit for." She said gripping the top of one of my hands, bending over forward and pulling my hand up as she flipped me over her side and flat on the floor. She stood over me with a smug, victorious smile, her feet on either side of my face, nearly touching me.

"I wish you were wearing a skirt right now, I would so be able to see your panties right now.

"Ugh! You disgusting pervert!" She said putting on a fake disgusted look on her face.

"If I'm a pervert, you would not be surprised if I do this." I said turning my head to one side, sticking my tongue out and licking her the side of her foot, flicking my tongue up and down rapidly.

"Gross!" She laughed bending over and grabbing my hands. "If you weren't flat on you're back, you could've been getting a good view of my ass right about now." She gave me a sultry look before helping me up to my feet.

She seemed to be flirting with me which allowed me to do things like grind my cock against her without getting the palm of her hand across my face.

"My turn now." She said.

"What?" Before I could turn around or even say anything, she jumped me, wrapping her legs around my waist from behind, whilst trying to choke me out by wrapping her arms around my neck. I tried to grab her hand and flip her over my head, but Maria crossed her feet at the heels to try and get a tight grip around my waist and she started to grind her hips, as if she was trying to pull me down to the floor.

"How do you like it when I grind my hips against yours?" Maria whispered into my ear.

"Very much actually." I replied. "I can feel your fat pussy lips against my lower back and... I think my back is getting wet."

"Ahh!" She said in shock. "I do not have fat pussy lips and you are not getting me wet!" She said in a shocked tone like that would never happen.

"So, I have no chance of getting you into bed?"

"Highly unlikely." She replied.

"Then why do you insist on rubbing your pussy against me and let me dry hump you?" I looked to the side to see her pouting cause she had no answer and that was enough to catch her off guard and gave me the opening to flip her over.

I stood over her with the same smug, victorious smile she had, with my feet at the side of her head as I looked down at her. I started to rub the side of her cheek with my big toe, expecting her to get grossed out or something, but to my surprise she turned her head to the side, opened her mouth and took my big toe into her mouth and sucked it. I wouldn't have been surprised if she bit it, but she was sucking it.

I quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking but luckily, they weren't. They were too busy tossing each other around to notice Maria sucking my toe.

"You kinky little bitch!" I said as I pulled my toe out of her mouth and she lay there on her back laughing. "Now who wants who?" I asked and she laughed some more.

"OK, that about wraps things up for today, you can hang back and practice some more or head out, class is over. I'll see you all next week." Everyone turned around to their stuff and put their shoes and socks on. I went over to my bag.

"You drive here?" I heard Maria ask me from behind as she stood there drinking from a bottle of water.

"Yeah." I replied.

"That's a shame." She said. "Water?" She offered me the bottle.

"Sure!" I said, not really feeling thirsty, but more so I could have something on my lips that was just on hers just mere seconds ago. "Why's it a shame?" I asked once I took a big sip and handed it back to her.

"Cause I drove here too." She replied.

"And..." I asked waiting for her to elaborate.

"I was gonna offer you a lift home, in hopes that you invite me back to your place and fuck the shit out of me." She added. "But seeing as though you have your own car...." She shrugged her shoulders, leaving me to fill in the blanks myself.

"Wait! I thought you meant do I drive. Sure I drive, but I walked here." I lied to her.

"Cool!" She smiled, that cute smile of hers where you can see her teeth as she went over to her stuff and put her shoes and socks on. "Let's go!" She said and I followed her to her car in silence like an obedient lap dog. She pulled the car out and got onto the road.

"My crib's back that way." I said as she started to head off in the opposite direction.

"Yeah, but it's obvious that we have sexual chemistry and your car is clearly parked back there in the car park, but you're coming along with me so you can fuck me like there's no tomorrow." I tried to say something in my defence, but she wouldn't let me get a word in. 

"Which is cool, cause I was hoping some pervert like you would join up to that class thinking he can get some ass, cause that's why I joined that class as well, cause I'm quite advanced, I'm no beginner."

"So you were there looking to score as well?" I said sounding surprised.

"D'uh!" Maria said like it was that obvious. "Luckily for us, there's no traffic so we can get to my place quickly and get that big cock of yours in me." She said it so casually like we were going around to hers to play a little NBA on the 360.

"I'm sure you have got a nice place, but I just find it easier to sleep in my own bed, you know what I mean?" She asked.

"Yeah." I replied as she pulled into the drive way of a huge looking house, which it was clear that it was hers.

"Come on!" She urged me as she quickly got out of her car. I quickly got out and saw that she was already next to her front door. As soon as she heard me slam the car door shut, she turned around and pressed the button on her car keys to look the car.

I made my way to her as fast as I could, she already had the door open and her shoes off. She was waiting their barefoot, so she already had taken her socks off. As soon as I closed the door behind me, she slammed me against the door and kissed me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth as she started to pulled my sweat pants and boxers down.

She pulled her top over her head as she dropped to her knees in front of me. I pulled my shirt over my head as she started to frantically suck my cock, moaning out loud as she did so, thrusting her face forward repeatedly, my dick hit the back of her throat every time. I quickly pulled her up by the arm.

"Let's go to your bedroom." I suggested. The hallway seemed a bit dark, seeing as though it was dark out. She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and into her room, I felt like we ran all the way.

As soon as we got into her room, she pulled her sweat pants and panties down, revealing her gorgeous naked body to me and lay on the bed.

"Come and fuck me!" Maria said with the horniest look I had ever seen on her face. 

I got on the bed and spread her legs apart, kneeling in between them. I pressed the tip of my cock against her already moist pussy and pushed my cock head in, thrusting my hips forward.

"Huuuuhhh!" Maria let out a long gasp as I thrust my full length into her. She wrapped her legs around me and I could feel her fleshy heels dig into my lower back as she pulled me closer to her.

I went forward, going on top of her, moving my arms under hers and my hand going under her back, pulling her closer to me. Maria wrapped her arms around me as well as I started to thrust into her at a steady pace, but I could already feel my orgasm approaching and I had just entered her.

"Fuck!" I moaned as I slowed down, trying my best to hold back, but it was no use.

"It's too fucking tight!" I said causing Maria to give a triumphant laugh.

"Fuck me hard!" Maria moaned, moving her hand to my back, pushing my body closer to hers. She started to thrust her hips back and fourth underneath me, using her legs and feet as support. Her heels digging more into my ass cheeks.

"Shit!" I moaned as I felt my cock start to throb hard, so I just stopped holding back and thrust into her as fast as I could, knowing that I couldn't stop the inevitable.

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned, going as fast as I could, feeling that my cum was gonna burst out any second now, so I pulled out of her cunt, quickly moved up, and straddled her chest as I shoved my cock into her mouth.

Maria had a look of surprise on her face, especially on her eyes as the touch of her lips around my shaft and her tongue on the underside of my cock head sent me over the edge and a huge load of cum burst into her mouth.

I pulled back slightly and thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as the next load went directly to the back of her throat and down. I was surprised at how good her gag reflexes was. I let my cock rest in her mouth as I shot out load after load of cum in to her pretty mouth.

"Fuck!" I moaned pulling out of her mouth and going back to kneeling in between her legs.

"I don't know if that was cause if you haven't had sex in a while or cause your with a celebrity..." Maria started to say

"I'm sorry!" I apologised, cutting her off knowing exactly what she was gonna say, feeling quite embarrassed at the fact that I didn't even last a minute with her.

"Don't be!" Maria laughed. "I can't help it if I'm a tight hottie!" She laughed some more. I know that she was joking, but she was right.




Martial Arts with Maria Bello



"Good thing you pulled out of my pussy." She added, placing a foot on my chest, gently caressing my chest, shoulder area with the tip of her big toe.

"Why?" I asked as she moved her foot up to my shoulder, placing her foot flat on my shoulder, her toes touching the back of my neck.

"Cause now you can use your tongue to make me cum." She said moving her foot around the back of my neck, her calf pressed against the back of my neck as she pulled my head towards her pussy.

She caught me by surprise, but I was glad she was taking my pre-mature ejaculation so well. I felt the tips of her toes and the balls of her feet on the back of my neck, as she now had the soles of her feet pressed against the back of my head, pushing my face harder against her cunt as I started to lick her clitoris, sucking it while positioning my hands and then pushing a finger into her moist hole.

"OH GOD!" She moaned out loud. As I worked my finger in and out faster, I could feel her toes curl tightly and grip the back of my head tighter, my hair going in between her toes.

I started to tease her as I licked her clit slowly, but continuing the fingering at a rapid rate. Maria started to push her hips up and gyrated her hips, rubbing her clit all over my tongue.

Maria started to move her feet down my sides and with one foot pushed me onto my side. I continued to finger and lick her pussy as I lay on my side. She rested one foot on my side, her heel gently digging into my flesh.

Maria moved her other foot down and started to touch my shaft with the tips of toes, her toes nails gently scraping against my sensitive cock, sending chills up and down my spine before she grabbed my dick with her two biggest toes, her long toes squeezing my cock as she stroked up and down my shaft.

I moaned at the touch of her toes on my dick while I had her clit in my mouth. I could feel my cock getting harder by the second and I started to finger her faster, and she kept up with my pace, stroking my shaft at the rate I was fingering her

Maria was getting wetter and wetter and my finger started to go in and out of her making a squishing sound. I could tell that it wasn't going to be long before she climaxed. I felt like my dick was hard enough to put inside her. If my finger was bringing her this close to having an orgasm, my thick cock would definitely get her to climax even quicker.

I placed my hand on the bed on either side of her stomach, rolling onto my front on her, pushing myself up as I quickly got on top of her. Maria instantly forced her tongue into my mouth, pressing her lips against mine hard, tasting herself on my breath as I reached down with my hand, pushing my cock into her wet cunt.

Maria moaned into my mouth as I penetrated her pussy. I started o thrust back and forth as quick as I could knowing that I had no worries of cumming quickly this time, feeling her pussy quiver around my shaft, making me get harder.

"FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!" Maria scream out, wrapping her legs around my waist, digging her heels on my butt cheeks and pressing her fleshy calves on my sides tight, as I pounded her as fast as I could, feeling her pussy get wetter with every thrust, my cock squishing noisily in and out of her cunt.

"IIII'MMMMM....... GONNNNNAAAA........." She moaned, as she grinded her hips underneath me, pushing her hips up to get me deeper into her, her pussy started to contract around my cock and gripped my shaft tightly as her body collapsed underneath me and she lay there breathing hard as she came.

I continued to thrust into her long after she had climaxed, her moaning not stopping even for a second. Letting out loud moans every time I worked my manhood into her.

"God!" She moaned as I started kissing around her mouth area. "Stop!" She said pushing me with her hands.

"Why?" I asked, not stopping or slowing down.

"I wanna ride it!" She said with a big smile on her face.

"Wanna finally do some of the work? I'm OK with that." I said getting off her and lying on my back beside her. Maria stood up on the bed, one foot on either side of my hips, her pussy a couple of feet over my cock.

"What do you wanna see when I'm riding you?" Maria asked. "You want to see my tits?" She asked leaning forward, cupping her own breasts. "Or do you want to..." She stood up straight, turned around. "...See my ass?" She asked bending over, jiggling her butt cheeks with her hands, spreading them apart.

"I wanna see your ass." I replied. "But that means I won't be able to see your beautiful face." I added. Maria smiled.

"I'll look back at you." She said looking lowering her head so that she could see me from in between her legs as she was still standing up.

"So..." She said as she got down onto her knees, straddling my lower abs. "...You're an ass man, huh?"

"Yeah." I replied. "Why? You offering me your ass?" I asked bringing in talk of anal sex in hopes of maybe butt fucking her.

"Maybe." She said with a coy smile. "If you can hold back and not cum before me." She said lowering her head towards my cock and out of my view.

"It's so hard to believe that you came a couple of minutes ago and yet, you're still so hard." She said holding my cock firmly with both hands and she started to stroke my cock.

"Gotta make sure you don't get soft on me!" She giggled, placing her lips on my cock head. Knowing what she was doing with her hands and mouth, but not being able to see turned me on even more.

Maria took her mouth off my cock and lifted her hips, shuffling down my body, pressing my cock head against her wet pussy lips, pushing the tip into her moist hole.

"Fuck, that feels good!" Maria said lowering her hips down as she worked her cunt down my member. She started to ride my cock fast instantly, no starting off slow and slowly getting faster. She wanted another orgasm and she wanted it fast.

"Shit!" She moaned. "I want you to come inside me so bad!" She said as she rode me even faster. "But I wanna feel that fat cock in my ass!"

I watched her butt cheeks jiggle as she rode me, her ass bouncing up and down. She started to curl her toes, her feet pressed against the sides of my stomach. I reached down and held her feet, one in each hand. Just feeling the warmth of her soles and toes in my hand turned me on even more than I already was.

The more I watched Maria Bello fuck my cock, the more turned on I got. I wasn't close to cumming, but if I continued to watch her ride me like a possessed woman, I knew I'd get close in no time, so I closed my eyes, trying to think of something else to calm my erection down.

I could already feel Maria's pussy start to twitch around my cock, was she really cumming this quickly? I decided to help her climax quicker by thrusting my hips up when she thrust down to get my cock deeper into her cunt.

"OH FUCK!" Maria yelled as I went deeper into her than I had gone before. "Work it in deeper!" She moaned as she went even faster. I had to thrust into her quicker to keep up with her, I could feel her pussy start to tighten. "FUCK ME DEEPER!" She yelled, and I thrust my hips up even higher.

"That's it!" Maria moaned breathlessly. "FUCK! You're making me cum! UUUUHHHHHH!" Maria started to scream, getting louder with each moan until she slammed her hips down hard and I felt her cum flow out onto my balls.

"Fuck!" She moaned, her voice low, leaning back until her back was pressed against my chest and stomach as she lay flat on top of me, while her legs were still in the kneeling position and I was still holding her feet in my hand.

"That was great!" Maria said turning her face and kissing me.

"I didn't cum." I said to her. Maria gave a huge smile.

"I guess you've earned yourself a treat then!" She said. "Were you close to cumming?"

"A little." I replied honestly. "If you didn't cum when you did, I probably would've hit the point of no return." I added. Maria gave a soft laugh as she pulled her feet away from my hands and re-positioned her legs.

She placed the soles of her feet on my thighs, arching her feet so that the balls of her feet and toes were pressed on my thighs.

"I haven't been asked for anal in quite some time now." Maria said as she pushed her hips up, pushing her weight down on to the balls of her feet and her upper back, pushing her weight down on to me.

My dick was still erect and pushing up against Maria's womanhood, her juices going all over my cock. Maria reached down and grabbed my cock.

"Oh. That's a good thing that your cock is soaked in my cum." Maria said pushing my cock down past her pussy and in between the warmth of her butt cheeks.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Cause now it's lubricated, which will make this much easier." She said biting her bottom lip as she pushed the tip of my cock past her tight sphincter. "Stopping for lubrication is just a long thing." She added, forcing more of my cock past her tight ring.

"Fuck! That huge thing feels even bigger in there!" Maria said taking her hand of my cock as she lay on top off me with half my shaft up her rectum. I pushed my hips up, slowly easing more of my dick into her rear.

"Eager to fuck my ass?" She asked pressing the side of her lips against mine, pushing her hips down.

"Yeah!" I replied, causing her to give a little giggle. I started to thrust my hips up and down, working more of my cock up her ass until I had over three quarters of my cock stuffed up her anus.

"Now that you got the hardest part out of the way, it's my turn to take over again." Maria said using her feet to push her hips up and then she just let her weight drop down, forcing my cock back up her ass.

"Hhhhhhoooooooo shit!" Maria let out a long moan as she impaled herself on my cock, getting my entire length all the way up her ass.

"That's fucking deep!" She said, her voice just above a whisper. Her sphincter loosened ever so slightly around my shaft, but it was still tight as hell. The warmth of her tight orifice around my shaft felt great and the tightness made it even better.

"Nnngghhh!" Maria moaned as she struggled to get her hips up, slowly dragging her tight sphincter up my shaft.

This time, when she got it all the way up, leaving only my cock head in, she slowly eased her hips down. Maria continued working her tight ring up and down my pole and she started to get a little faster, working her hips up and down with a little more speed every time until she was going at a decent, steady pace.

I lay there with her back pressed against my front, her feet pressing against my thighs as she rode me for God knows how long, moaning with each thrust. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands going onto her tits, squeezing and caressing them. Playing with her erect nipples.

I soon started to feel like I needed to fuck her and go a lot more faster than she was going, so I started to thrust my hips up and down, causing her to increase the rate she was going at in order to keep in sync with my thrusts.

"Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good! I love the way you fuck my ass when I'm riding your cock!" Maria moaned as I rapidly got faster. The balls of Maria's foot dug into my thighs harder as we both went a lot faster. I started to feel my cock start to throb and I knew that I was just minutes away from cumming again.

"FUCK!" Maria yelled. "OH GOD! KEEP FUCKING THAT TIGHT ASS!" Maria gave up trying to keep up with me and just held herself in position, her hips slightly raised as I thrust my cock in and out of her ass hole as fast as I could.

I was going pretty fast, but I wanted a better grip, so I stopped, holding her tightly around her waist as I rolled her onto her front, not taking my cock out of her warm ass hole as I rolled over with her so that she was flat on her front with me on top of her.

"You wanna fuck my ass even harder?" Maria asked letting out a laugh.

"Yeah!" I replied, feeling like that was the only word in my vocabulary as I held her tight and thrust into her as fast as I could instantly, making her scream with pleasure with each thrust. Maria's legs were in between mine, which made her ass hole feel even more tight then it already was.

I hugged her tight, my groin slapping against her butt cheeks hard and my balls slapping against the back of her thighs hard, I spread my legs apart further as I pounded her ass hole as fast, hard and as deep as I could.

"OH GOD!" Maria screamed. "That feels so fucking good! The way your fucking huge cock is ripping my tiny little ass hole apart!" Maria said as I kissed the side of her mouth.

"I wanna feel that hot cum in my ass so bad!" She moaned through gritted teeth. "You gonna cum for me baby? You gonna make me feel that hot spunk deep in my ass?" She asked as I pressed my lips against hers.

"I'm gonna cum soon!" I moaned into her mouth as I felt my cock twitch uncontrollably and we both knew that I was about to explode any second and we pressed our lips against the others hard as I pounded her ass at a feverishly fast pace.

"Shit!" I moaned into her mouth as I thrust deep into her as my cum exploded in her bowels. Maria breathed hard into my mouth, with a pleased moaned as I slowly gave a couple of thrust into her ass as my cum sprayed out filling her shit hole.

"Fuck!" I moaned collapsing on top of her.

"You liked that huh?" Maria laughed kissing the side of my face.

"That was incredible!" I replied, lifting my hips, slowly pulling my cock out of her ass hole, my cock squelching out of her tight ass hole. As I pulled the tip of my cock out, I saw a few cum bubbles on her ass hole as I lay beside her, my head near her feet and my feet near her head.

"You got such a tight little ass hole." I added, feeling my cock against my lower stomach, my lower stomach feeling wet as well, probably from the cum on my cock.

"You must've shot out a lot of cum." Maria said looking down at my dick. "Your dick's covered in the stuff. I wonder how much of it is still in my ass?" She said as she shuffled around on her front, moving her face closer to my cock, lifting her feet up in the air so that they were dangling in front of my face whilst she was still lying on her front.

"Your dick looks so good covered in cum." Maria said as she licked the underside of my cock and I felt some excess cum dribble out of my cock.

"You like that?" Maria asked, smiling as she flicked the tip repeatedly with her tongue. She let out a little giggle as she took my cock into her mouth, tasting her ass and my cum on my cock.

"Mmm!" Maria moaned, her eyes half closed. "God! It's been so long since I had that taste in my mouth."

"You mean your ass?" I asked.

"My ass, a cock and cum all rolled into one. It's like an explosion of dirty flavours." She giggled as she licked up and down my shaft, licking all my cum off and swallowing.

"That tastes so good!" Maria moaned as she worked her mouth up and down my shaft pretty fast, with a hint of desperation in her actions. My cock had gone flaccid but was at full length and Maria Bello was turning me on so much I was starting to get half hard and the thought that I might be able to get hard and go for a third round entered my mind.

"I need to taste some more of that." She said getting up. I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but she stood up, one foot on either side of me, her back turned to me as she squatted down. She reached down in between her legs and pushed my cock up, so that it lay flat against my lower stomach, going up.

Maria then spread her butt cheeks apart, showing me her puckered ass hole as she pressed it against my cock. I felt my cock get a little tense from feeling her warm, wet ass hole against the underside of my shaft.

Maria felt it too and looked back with a cocky smile as she started to work her hips up and down, dry humping my cock with her ass cheeks. She let go of her butt cheeks and they squeezed the sides of my cock.

"Fuck!" I moaned.

"You like that baby?" Maria looked back at me with an innocent pouty look before she gave a cocky laugh. She lifted her hips up and held my cock, pressing it against her ass hole and pushing her hips down.

"OOOooooooohhhhh!" Maria cooed as she lowered her tight ring down my shaft. I felt my cock get harder as I felt my cock going deeper into her bowels. I could start to feel wetness on the tip of my cock and I knew it was my cum.

Maria worked her hips up and down a couple of times and as she lifted her hips up, I could still feel my cum on the tip of my cock and as she pulled her ass hole off my cock and a few inches above my cock, my cum poured out of her gaping ass hole and all over my cock, balls and groin area.

"Jesus! That is one huge fucking load! It looks even bigger than your first load!" Maria said her eyes locked on my cock. She looked very impressed at the high volume of cum that had just flowed out of her ass hole.

She quickly got onto all fours and lowered her mouth on to my balls, sucking them gently as she sucked my cum off my nut sack. I could feel my cock getting harder and going for a third time was looking like a definite possibility. She licked up the underside of my shaft, pausing as she swallowed my cum. And I felt my cock get tenser, to the point that if I had my dick in her, a couple of thrust would get me hard enough to go again.

"Fuck! That's a lot of cum!" She said getting up, after only licking the underside of my cock clean, cum still on the top side of my dick and lying on her side beside me. She hugged me as she moved her knee up onto my stomach.

"You getting hard again?" Maria asked, nuzzling my neck. She started to rub her knee up and down on my belly, I could feel my cock get harder and pressed against the back of her knee, getting it wet. It felt so soft against my cock head.

I felt the top of her toes press against the underside of my cock, my member being pressed against the back of her calf. Maria started to rub the top of her toes up and down my shaft.

"That feel good?" Maria asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"I know how much you enjoyed my feet before during class, so I thought I'd give you a treat." She smiled. I gave her a closed mouth kiss on her lips and she pulled back, sitting beside me, her feet on my lap. One heel on my groin and the other heel on the top of my thighs as she pressed the sides of my shaft with her toes and the balls under her toes, working them up and down my member.

I was already hard from when I felt the softness of the back of her knees against the top side of my shaft and now that she was working her feet up and down my cock, I was at full hardness. I just hoped that I wouldn't take long to cum, this was my third time in a row.

The topside of my shaft still had my cum on it, which started to go all over the soles of her feet and acted as lubrication as she masturbated me with her feet.

"You like that?" Maria asked, licking her lips as she had her eyes glued on my cock head as she squeezed my shaft hard, working my fore skin all the way up and over my cock head.

"That's what it'd look like if it wasn't circumcised." She laughed as she started to stroke my dick faster and faster as I lay there and watched her perfect feet pleasure my manhood.

"So.... which do you like?" Maria asked. "You like it when my feet fucks your dick fast or..." Maria slowed down drastically, squeezing hard and going really slow. "...When I go slowly, teasing your cock with my feet."

"Both." I replied looking down, watching her long toes stroking my thick shaft as she alternated between going slow and fast. The mixture pleasuring me even more. Her feet strokes were unpredictable, there was no set pattern to how fast or how slow she'd go before switching.

My cum got in between her toes and I could see my thick semen in between them and this drove me closer to my orgasm. The blend of fast and slow and her pretty feet already being marinated in my thick cock juice.




Martial Arts with Maria Bello



"Ooooh! Look who's getting so close to finishing again!" Maria said pre-cum spurted out. She stopped stroking my cock and got my member in between her two biggest toes of one foot, holding my cock in place by the base as she used her other foot, to press her big toe against the tip of my cock, getting my pre-cum all over the fleshy head of her toe.

"Mmm!" She moaned moving her head forward as she sucked my pre-cum off the tip of her toe and continued to suck her big toe, while she stroked my cock up and down with her hand, still holding my cock at the base with her other foot.

"Now." She said moving her mouth off her toe and sandwiching my cock in between her feet, wrapping her toes around my shaft. "It's time to finish this." She said as she pumped my cock fast and hard, squeezing tightly as the balls under her toes clamped my thick shaft hard.

I lay there watching her pump my cock as fast as she physically could feeling my orgasm coming closer with every stroke.

"Oh God! You dick feels so good throbbing so hard against my fucking feet!" Maria moaned as her feet turned into a blur that was pleasuring my cock.

"It feels like you're gonna cum. Are you gonna cum?" Maria asked, gritting her teeth like she was doing some gruelling exercise and was forcing herself to go longer than she can.

"Yeah." I moaned. "Keep going!" I urged her.

"FUCK!" She screamed. "GIVE ME THAT CUM!" She yelled at me. "PISS THAT WHITE GOO ALL OVER MY FUCKING FEET!" She yelled as I moaned.

"I'm cumming!" I let out really quietly as my cock throbbed painfully hard as my first load shot out on to the sole of her feet as she cupped my cock head with her toes, trying her best to use both feet to squeeze my cock head hard with her toes.

"That's it!" She moaned in ecstasy as my thick jism covered the soles of her feet, her toes squeezing my cock head hard as my cum sprayed up.

"That cum feels so fucking good!" She moaned breathlessly as she held my cock head with the toes of one foot as she started to stroke my shaft with the toes of the other, rubbing my thick cum onto my cock.

Maria leaned forward placing her mouth on my shaft as she sucked my cock. She took her lips off my shaft and licked all the way up the sole of her foot starting from the heel.

"Fuck!" She moaned breathlessly. "I don't want all this gorgeous cum to go to waste but I'm so exhausted that I can't eat it all." She said rubbing her palm on the sole of her foot, wiping my cum off and then wiping her hand on to her tits.

"That's nasty." I said and she let out a laugh.

"It's like you're using my cum as moisturiser."

"How else do you think I keep my skin looking so young?" She laughed some more, lying beside me, hugging me. I kissed her on the top of her head, feeling drained out and thoroughly spent. Maria looked tired too.

"So..." I said thinking. "Are you gonna be at next weeks class?"

"Well..." She said thinking. "I was planning on just going there until I got laid, but after seeing what a stud you are, we definitely need to hook up again. But..."

"Aw! There had to be a but." I said getting prepared to get disappointed.

"It's not a bad but." She laughed. "The problem today was that I used up too much energy earlier in that class and I couldn't fuck that huge thing a third time, so I sort of wimped out and went with the foot job..."

"But that was an awesome foot job." I said defending her.

"Thanks." She said avoiding eye contact, blushing. Which I found to be a little funny, her blushing at a compliment thrown at her by a guy who had spent a good hour fucking her in every hole.

"Yeah, well if I hadn't wasted my energy earlier, we would probably still be fucking, so I'm not gonna be at the class next week. In fact, neither are you." I was liking where this was headed.

"So where are we gonna be?" I asked, smiling.

"Well..." Maria said thinking. "I'm gonna be here and I'm gonna have your big dick buried somewhere deep inside of me. Where? That's totally up to you."

I couldn't believe my luck. Adam's planned worked out more than perfectly, I had not only bedded a hottie, but a famous hottie. As I contemplated what awaited me next week, both me and Maria fell asleep in a sweaty heap, in each others arms.



Martial Bliss Pt. 01



Date Night -Marital Bliss Part One 

Lana & James

Lana was taking a shower in preparation for their date night and James was in the living room watching TV. James was paying more attention to the image of his wife in her shower and was imagining the water running down her perfect round breasts and rolling off the tips of her deep pink nipples before dripping to the floor. James wanted to go join her in the shower and drink the water running off of her body. However, he had other intentions tonight. Tonight was the night James had been planning for Lana a very long time. He had been on a popular swingers' website for months, looking for the right person to help them fulfill a fantasy they had discussed on their last anniversary. A fantasy made real in just a few minutes.

He heard Lana turn the water off to get out of the shower. She walked into the living room, towel wrapped around her. "Are you ready for me?" Lana purred. 

"Hell yes, baby!" James said and jumped up just in time to watch Lana walk back into the bedroom, letting the towel drop enough to show off the dimples above her creamy round ass. 

As James entered the bedroom, Lana was laying on the bed with with a provocative grin on her face. She scissored her legs so he could see just a hint of her freshly shaven pussy. Walking around to his side of the bed, he opened his dresser drawer. He pulled out his handcuffs and blindfold. 

"Ooh, James,are those for me?" Lana asked coquettishly.

"Baby, tonight I am going to please you in every way you can imagine...I just want you to relax and do everything that I instruct you to do." he replied firmly. 

"Wow! what's gotten into you" Lana asked, right eyebrow raised. 

"Oh, you'll see..and it's whats getting into you!" James winked and said as he reached over her head and pulled the blindfold over her eyes. 

Reaching down for her hands, he then proceeded to gently put the handcuffs around her wrists. 

"Now, I want you to get on your knees." he directed.

Lana rolled over and raised her ass in the air, her breathing hitching slightly for what was to come next. Her head rested on her now cuffed wrists.

Hearing the little excited hiccup in her breathing, James leaned down behind her to tease her with his tongue, licking and kissing the back of her calves and upper thighs. He wanted her completely relaxed for the main event surprise.

Rolling onto his back, he slid up between Lana's slightly spread legs, pulling her hips down. He found himself staring up at her beautiful, bare pussy. He could see it was wet with her juices already. He put his big hand on her soft ass and pulled her down onto his face, pressing his tongue deep into her pussy. 

Lana let out a soft moan. Breathing in her sweet, clean smell, James began to roll his tongue over her clit. With each lick across her pussy, he pulled her down harder against his face. James spread her pussy lips apart with his fingers and began to suck on her clit ferociously.

Lana screamed with pleasure, begging him to stop...yet grinding even harder against him. "It's too much, James, oh God!" she moaned. Letting out a squeal, she started to shake and James found himself lapping up all of her sweet cum, thrusting his tongue inside her pussy to get to it all. 

James's cock was rock hard. He could feel his pre-cum gathering around his head and wetting his underwear. But he had other intentions tonight and held back the urge to get naked and pound into her tight, hot pussy for relief. 

"Give me a sec, honey....I'll be right back" James ran a hand down her ass cheek, squeezed until it left a mark, then got up and walked out of the bedroom. He turned his head to admire the view of his wife handcuffed and blindfolded with her pussy open and aching to be pummeled. 

James walked to the front door and unlocked the dead bolt. As he opened the door, he saw a dark shadow standing on the porch. "Come in and be very quiet," James whispered. 

"Hey, I'm Devin." the shadow greeted.

"James," Stepping back, James shook the hand held out to him and then let Devin step through the door.

James looked the man over. He seemed to be exactly what his profile showed. He stood a little taller than James, at about 6'2, lean with an athletic build. He was a light-skinned black guy, clean cut, and nicely dressed. After a few phone conversations with him, James had known he would be perfect.

"Follow me" James said quietly. James led Devin into the bedroom where Lana was still waiting on her knees with her ass up and face buried in the bed. 

"Lana, are you ready for me?" James whispered into her ear, brushing her hair over her other shoulder. 

"Yes sir" Lana said with a breathy, anxious voice. Her arms where shaking with excitement.

James pointed to Devin and motioned for him to strip. Nodding in acknowledgement, Devin slid off his shirt, then pulled down his pants. James couldn't help but look at the bulge in the man's briefs. He had seen pictures that Devin had posted, which is why James had chosen him, but he was still a little shocked. While James' cock was pretty long and thick, Lana had always yearned to be fucked by a monster cock. Laying his shirt and pants on a nearby chair, Devin pulled off his boxer briefs. His cock was at least 10 inches long and curved up towards the man's belly button. James grinned, knowing how much Lana was gonna enjoy her surprise!

Devin slipped on a Magnum condom from his pants pocket, slid onto the bed behind Lana and began to tease her pussy lips with the head of his cock, getting her juices all over it. James watched from the side of the bed as Devin rubbed his wife's pussy and clit over and over, up and down. Devin leaned back and spread Lana's ass with his hands, squeezing slightly as he tried to gently thrust the mushroom-shaped head of his cock into her tight, clenching pussy. 

Lana moaned. 

"What are you doing?" Lana asked. "That hurts, James." 

Devin stopped trying to enter her with his huge, veined cock. Admiring how the man's dark skin looked against his wife's creamy body, James soothed, " I told you...you have to do what I asked you to do tonight... I want you to trust me and just relax. It's gonna feel so good when it gets inside you...I promise."

"Oh..okay, but go slow...I thought it was gonna tear me for a sec," her breathy whisper failed to contain her excitement.

Looking back at Devin, James saw that his cock seemed even bigger than it was a minute ago. Giving him the go ahead to try again, James could tell Devin was aroused by the scene as well. The thought of Lana not knowing what was going on, that a strange man was about to fuck her, had his cock pointing at her pussy like a battering ram. 

Devin lowered the head of his shaft to Lana's pussy lips again. This time, James could see her pussy was dripping wet, craving to be stretched by what she probably thought was a dildo. Devin gripped his dick and shifted his cock to the left and right working his head into Lana's pussy. Lana screamed with pleasure.

"Oh my god, yes" she yelled, her head falling down onto the bed, her ass further in the air. 

Devin gave James a grimace. James was curious to see just how much of Devin's cock Lana had taken. James moved closer and glanced down to see the head of his cock completely embedded, with Lana's pussy wrapped tightly around it. She was now squirming, trying to push back against Devin. 

"James, I don't know what that is, but its stretching my pussy...you have to move," she begged.

Devin began to work his cock forward into Lana's pussy. His hands clenched her butt cheeks apart so James could see every slow thrust. As he pushed in, she slid forward.

"Push back against it, babe," James directed.

"Oh, God....it's, it's good, but it hurts a little," Lana moaned.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll be gentle.... I promise." James smirked at Devin. At that Lana relaxed a little more, and about half of Devin's cock was swallowed in her depths.

"I want you to suck my dick, baby," James said with his heart beating out of his chest. Now, she may begin to realize her fantasy was coming true. "Well, bring it up here and I will." Lana groaned, her arms straining to hold her in place for the thrusts of whatever was stretching her wide. 

Raising her head, Lana blindly turned her head to the left. Licking her lips, she said, "I hope you can reach cause I'm enjoying that thing in my pussy."

Devin slowly pulled the head of his cock out of Lana's pussy as James stripped out of his clothes. As Devin climbed off the bed, cock swaying, James climbed onto Lana's left side, helping her get more comfortable with the wrist cuffs. Reaching out to lift her chin with one hand, James swept her beautiful, auburn hair out of the way so Devin could see.

Nuzzling his throbbing cock with her face, Lana leaned back slightly and licked all over the tip of his dick with her pink tongue. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked off the juices that seemed to pour out of him in his greed. Gripping her hair slightly, James pulled Lana's head down further on his cock, her moans vibrating along his shaft showing him how much she enjoyed doing this. 

James knew now was the time to surprise his beloved wife. "Are you ready for a surprise, baby?" James asked. 

Lana moaned as she sucked his cock. In James's mind that was a yes. 

James looked to the bottom of the bed at Devin where he rested back on his heels, watching eagerly, his cock still hard and upraised. Closing his eyes briefly at the feel of his wife's wet mouth sucking at him, James then motioned to Devin to come up behind Lana again. At his signal, Devin reached for her hips and pulled her ass up again to push his cock against her still dripping pussy. 

"What the fuck" Lana spit out James' cock. 

"Take this blindfold off right now!" Lana screamed. 

"No!" James gripped her chin, "I told you I'm in charge of your pleasure tonight, baby. Now, get ready to be pleased." 

Devin grabbed the sides of Lana's jiggling ass to hold her still and pushed the head of his big cock straight into her pussy. Lana dropped her head, moaning. James gently lifted her head and pushed down on her jaw with his thumb to open her mouth. Lana obeyed and began to lick and suck James's dick even more greedily than before. 

James watched over Lana's back as Devin's cock slid deeper and deeper into Lana's pussy. 

She spit out James' cock again, "James, its too big...it's, it's, Oh, God." She then must've clenched her pussy, cause Devin's head fell back on his neck and a groaned 'Fuck" came out of his mouth. 

"I know, baby...his cock is huge, but you can take it," James soothed. However, Devin didn't care about Lana's struggles. He was steadily working his cock back and forth...going deeper into her clenching pussy with every stroke. Finally, he groaned again as his dick worked itself in almost to the root.

James reached up and pulled the blindfold off of Lana. She quickly looked back to see who was plowing her pussy. Smiling at Lana, Devin thrust again even harder. "Oh my god," she screamed, her eyes rolling up into her head. 

James backed off the bed and dug in the nightstand drawer for the keys to the handcuffs. As he looked up, he saw that Devin was now working his cock faster in Lana, his hands squeezing her golden ass with each thrust. Lana was relaxing down onto the bed, raising her ass and letting his thick, long cock stretch her pussy, soft grunts falling from her lips with every thrust. 

Reaching under her head, James unlocked the handcuffs. As he leaned away, Lana reached over and grabbed James' cock in a tight grip. Moaning something that sounded like 'so good', she pulled James by the dick to where she could again suck him down her throat.

This was what James and Lana had been fantasizing about for years. Lana was sucking his cock deep as she was getting pounded by the biggest dick she'd ever have stretching her pussy. 

Enjoying the sight of it for a few moments, James finally instructed Devin to lay down on the bed. Slowly pulling his cock out of her pussy, Devin laid down on his back in the middle of the king-sized bed. 

"Lana, I want you to sit on his cock." James instructed, helping her sit up.

With little hesitation...his wife seemed very eager for that monster cock, Lana straddled Devin and began to lower herself down on him as Devin held his cock in place. She flung her head back, moaning as his head entered her pussy. Putting her hands on his chest, Lana began to raise and lower her ass, taking more and more of his cock every time she lowered herself onto him. 

"Just a little more," Devin said, looking down at where his dick entered her. "There, that's it." James look down as well, and to his surprise, his wife was taking all 10 inches of that big cock.

"Are you ready." James whispered into Lana's ear. Her face was red and flushed with her exertion as she lifted up and down over Devin. 

"Ready... ready for what?" Lana said trying to catch her breath.

James leaned over and grabbed the KY on the table. Stroking the KY onto his cock, James slid up behind Lana, straddling Devin's legs. "Are you ready to take both of us?"

"Fuck, I don't know if I can," Lana groaned shakily. 

However, it was too late for her to argue. James started rubbing his dick against Lana's ass, lubricating her hole. Luckily, they engaged in anal sex and DP with toys often enough that Lana was prepared. 

Devin stopped thrusting into her pussy, but had pushed his cock all the way in her and was waiting patiently, his chest rising and fall with his deep breaths. Lana's own heavy breathing echoed in the bedroom. 

"Please, James," she whimpered. Despite being unsure as to whether she was anxious or fearful, James pushed the flared head of his cock slowly into Lana's tight hole. 

"Stop!" Lana screamed. Both James and Devin didn't dare to move. Devin was throbbing, balls deep in Lana's pussy, while James watched the head of his cock resting at the mouth of Lana's ass. 

Slowly, Lana began to move her ass back and forth onto James' cock.

"Don't move." she commanded. 

Lana wanted to be in control now. She knew she was going to take both cocks at the same time. This was something she and James had talked about for years and tonight was the night...finally. The man beneath her was beautiful and dark skinned. His hands steady and strong, not punishing. She was grateful for James' choice. Lana was going to fuck both of her monster cocks and enjoy every minute of it.

Her skin began to shine with sweat as she pushed her hips back against James as much as she could with the cock in her pussy. James began to move with her, sliding his cock slowly deeper inside of Lana's sphincter. Clenching his teeth, Devin began to pump his cock out and back into Lana's pussy following James' lead. Lana soon relaxed down onto Devin's slick chest. James and Devin began to pump their cocks faster and deeper into both holes with every stroke. She felt full to bursting...and knew she was about to...burst.

Leaning forward, James wrapped his hands in Lana's hair and pulled her head back. 

"You like taking the both of us." James whispered into her ear. 

"Yes." Lana moaned back, clenching around his cock in her ass.

James pulled her slightly up off of Devin and kissed and sucked on the side of her neck, her biggest erogenous zone. 

Devin couldn't resist the temptation of Lana's breasts after having them molded against his chest. He slid his hands from her hips to play with her full, round tits. He squeezed them and rolled her pink nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Pushing both of her breasts together, he leaned up and began to suck and bite at her nipples over and over again. 

Lana couldn't take much more. She was being pounded by two cocks, stretched beyond her imagination. The slight pain from her mystery man's mouth and teeth on her nipples and James running his tongue down the back of her neck had her shaking all over.

Lana let out a loud moan. "Oh, God, yes!" 

Devin could feel her pussy quivering and clenching sporadically on his cock. "I think she's gonna cum all over my dick, man." Devin gritted out. 

"Are you, baby?" James leaned down to put his mouth on her earlobe. "I can feel your hot, tight ass clenching around my cock. I want you to make Devin's cock all wet....Now!" With that command, he and Devin both thrust into her at the same time. 

Stuffed in both holes, Lana's cunt spasmed repeatedly. Her juicy pussy gushed with relief as she came, her thighs clenching and releasing around Devin's hips. Her high pitched moans and groans continued as her orgasm lasted longer than anything she'd ever felt before.

James could feel her cumming and began to pump her ass even harder. 

"James, it's to much!" She grunted with the force of his thrusts.

"Just take it, Lana, I want you to cum again!" He gritted through his teeth, bending her over Devin again as they continued driving into her now stretched ass and pussy. Soon she started making her cum noises again, her ass clenching up tightly.

Still not finished with her, James slowly pulled his cock out of her ass, sweat drifting down his face to drop onto her back.

He wanted to cum so hard in her depths, but there was still more in store for their fantasy. 

Devin groaned as gripped his cock to hold his condom in place and pulled out of Lana's pussy...his cock throbbed and was coated with Lana's juices. 

Sliding slowly out from under them, Devin stood to the side of the bed. Leaning forward, he proceeded to pick Lana up out of James' arms. A little dazed, she wrapped her legs around Devin's hips as he hoisted her up to poise her over his dick. Lana reached down and grabbed Devin's huge, wet cock. Squeezing it, she still seemed a little shocked by the size of it, but James could tell she was ready for more. 

He watched as Lana guided it into her tight, dripping hole. Devin grabbed her luscious ass and began to raise and lower her up and down on his cock, his legs braced for balance. James got up and stood behind Lana and slapped her fine ass. 

"Harder!" she commanded. 

James again slapped her ass cheek, this time leaving a pink hand print. Spreading her cheeks, he pressed himself into her back and proceeded to push his cock back into her lubricated hole. 

Lana laid her head back on his shoulder, her arms resting slightly higher on Devin's shoulders. Using Devin's strong body as leverage, she began to help raise and lower herself onto the cocks pounding insistently into her body. 

James couldn't fight back the swelling in his cock with the intense heat and friction of her amazingly tight ass.

"Here it comes baby....I'm going to fill your ass up," he groaned into her ear.

"I feel your cock, it's getting bigger, " she moaned. "Oh, please cum!"

James' cock exploded in Lana's ass. He could feel his hot cum filling her ass around him as his thrusts slowed and her ass drained him. His knees went weak and he pulled out of her, dropping back to the bed behind him. Looking up at his cum leaking out of her ass, he saw that Devin was still rock hard inside her pussy.

Devin obviously wasn't done with her yet. Rolling out of the way, James moved to watch as Devin laid Lana back down on the bed on her back. 

"Shit, that pussy's tight and wet," Devin said, licking his lips and admiring her glistening, bare pussy. As Lana gazed up at him like a deer in the headlights, he put his huge hands on the back of her knees and pushed her thighs down towards the bed. As hard as his cock was, it reamed her hole deep with his first thrust. Holding her in place, he began to pound her pussy with every inch of his thickly veined, dark cock...harder and deeper, until his balls slapped against her with every stroke. 




Martial Love



He held the wooden training sword over his head with perfect form, inhaling slowly. Sliding forward on his front foot, the sword fell. It was all in slow motion. It always was lately. Breath in breath out. Step, slide, cut.

Training alone was difficult. Training alone could get monotonous very easily. The same movements over and over would in time sharpen his skills like a blade on the grindstone. Yet the true martial artists always sought a partner. Someone to test them, find their flaws, and make them better. That's what the martial arts were about after all. They weren't about trophies, how many bricks someone could break with their bare hands, or how quickly someone could beat a man into a pulp in an octagon shaped ring.  

No, the arts were about peace in the end. They could be a swift and deadly force of destruction, but the objective of being a skilled martial artist was in the end to train the mind to understand the situation. That was one reason why Trey Freedman preferred the art of Aikido. The versatility and adaptability of the art to handle any situation against any number of attackers was unlike most other martial arts available.

Whereas some arts were designed to kill or maim no matter the conflict, the use of Aikido could be adjusted to handle the stupid and rowdy drunk without causing injury, or absolutely destroy the men trying to force you or a loved one into a van. 

Trey finished his five hundredth cut with the sword and breathed deeply, sliding the blade along his arm and sliding it into his hand as if it were a sheath at his side. He bowed and headed for the door of the small yoga mat room at the local gym near his new home. Trey looked at himself in the wall mirrors that were there for the dance classes that took place in this room earlier in the day. His grey muscle shirt was crowned with damp sweat spots, and his lean muscular chest heaving with each breath. He grinned at himself and smoothed his damp, dark brown hair, even though it was really too short in his military style to worry too much about. His hazel eyes were turning a darker shade of green today as the winter approached, and he winked at himself in congratulation of another good workout. Then his smile faded.

Trey was tired of training alone. He longed for his old dojo in Arizona, and the weather was much to cool here for his taste. Still, the move had been necessary to stay ahead in his career. Trey had tried to start a new school on his own beginning here at the local gym. He was high enough ranking to teach beginning to intermediate students fairly well, and he had figured that the lure of a martial arts program at the gym would have brought in at least a few curious students. The gym was even more surprised that Trey wanted to do the class for free, and out of curiosity and in the name of publicity, the gym managers had let him announce his class.

Yet no one had come. Aikido was just not well known as either a workout or a viable means of self-defense. After all, the most basic skills of Aikido took years to develop, and most people simply did not have the patience. Trey packed up his sword in its protective tube-shaped bag and prepared to leave.

He reached for the door to the small mat room, beyond which was the main workout area. This area was, of course decorated with rows and rows of weight and cardio machines facing small portable televisions. But the door opened toward him before he reached it, and a beautiful young woman stumbled into the room. 

She wore basic cotton sweat pants and a sky blue tank top supported by a black sports bra. She was curved in all the right places and only a few inches shorter than he was. Trey stumbled back in surprise. 

She giggled in embarrassment and brushed a strand of blond hair from her face.

"Oh, sorry," the woman said in a cheerfully high voice. "I was looking for the uh... self defense class?"

"Well," Trey said, scratching the back of his head. "It's not exactly self defense, but it is a martial art and it will be better than any self defense class in the long run."

The woman nodded vaguely, smiling politely at him. 

"Uh, never mind," Trey said begging to brush past her. "I think you want the class on Monday's and Fridays."

She caught him by the arm.

"Oh, no. Tell me about what it is you teach. I'm interested."

She looked up at him with pleading blue eyes. 

"Please."

Trey felt something inside him melt just a bit. He wanted more than a student from this girl, he realized suddenly. Could he keep it professional?

"S-sure," he said after a long moment. "What was your name?"

"Emily," she said, shaking his hand firmly.

"Nice to meet you Emily," Trey said. "I have a feeling you are going to like this art."

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

They had been training together for two weeks, and already Emily was very much into Aikido. Trey was a good teacher. He was kind, patient, and willing give himself completely to her learning so that she got the feeling he was trying to make her better than him in the end. And he was also very easy on the eyes. She couldn't believe that after this long she was still his only student, but she certainly didn't mind.

They began the training session as they always did, by practicing the solo kata. Emily still felt awkward and clumsy going through the motions. She still watched Trey's feet and tried her best to mimic him as he moved, turned, and slid through a very simple dance that covered all four cardinal directions. She tried to remember that she was supposed to have the sensation of what Trey called "falling" as she moved. She breathed deeply, becoming lost in the movement.

When she finished, Emily took a deep breath. She turned facing the mirrors and adjusted the white belt of her gui. She wore a white t-shirt underneath to protect her modesty, but she loved the way Trey's gui hung slightly open, so that she glimpse see his very strong and smooth looking bare chest. He turned after a deep breath of his own and smiled at her.

"Good!" he said cheerfully. "You're starting to get the hang of the movement."

She beamed at him, waiting for him to describe what they would be doing for today's lesson. Sometimes he began with a lecture of sorts, other times he just started walking her through movements. His touch as he guided her movements, standing so close she could feel his breath on the back of her neck . . . it had driven her crazy. But she was already needing his help less and less. 

"Well start today with the four sections of the Misubi Renshu that you've already learned, and then I thought it would be fun to try starting you out on some ground work today."

Emily wrinkled her brow. "Umm, Mish-rubi what now? Which one is that?"

Trey laughed. The sound was musical to her. Emily found herself blushing. This stuff was still so foreign to her and the last thing she wanted was to seem goofy in front of this gorgeous guy. Could he tell how uncomfortable and exposed his gaze made her feel?

If he could, Trey didn't let it show. He merely bowed low at the waist, a formal Japanese tradition before beginning the next round of training. Emily bowed in return, once more feeling somehow alien even at the simple task. 

Trey stepped forward and presented his wrist for her to attack, and suddenly she remembered which kata he was talking about. Trey had explained that it wasn't like in other martial arts where the teacher might say, "this is what you do if someone grabs your wrist." Instead, it was a simple drill of balance and counterbalance, designed to teach sensitivity to the connection that forms between two people when an attacker makes contact and places energy into a system of two bodies. Trey continued to prattle on about physics, her footwork, and the way she should recover her balance as she connected and reconnected with his wrist.

They took turns, going back and forth with the simple motions as he guided her body harmlessly past him, and then she attempted to do the same to him as he attacked her wrist. It was a strange but powerful dance, and she smiled as she made him bend over backwards and he tapped his chest to indicate to her that she had him under control.

"Good!" Trey complimented cheerfully as he gracefully recovered his posture. "You're coming along smoothly with releasing energy. "Now for something a little different today."

Trey sat cross legged on the ground before her, and when she just stood there for a moment, he indicated she should do the same. 

"Now," Trey said. "It's a common myth that most fights go to the ground, and people will even show you statistics to try to prove this. Plus, you see it all the time in cage fighting nonsense like ultimate fighter championships and what have you. But the truth is those statistics often come from police reports, where police officers are trained to take their perpetrators to the ground, and even mixed martial arts fighters train specifically to take on one opponent in a one on one match. They don't have to worry about the guy's buddies who might be hiding in the shadows jumping into help. So, you want to avoid letting a fight get to the ground if you possibly can, and Aikido is designed to do that."

Emily nodded. Everything was making sense so far. At least he wasn't speaking in Japanese yet. 

"Now, Tasidori, or the art of ground fighting originates with Judo and . . ."

There he went again. Emily started to zone out a little, nodding politely as Trey went into how the physics on the ground were exactly the same as if they were standing. Whenever she got lost like this it helped to just concentrate on his smile, and it seemed the entire world just made sense. What was wrong with her! This guy was her teacher. There had to be some kind of rule about liking him this way. 

"Emily," said his voice into her thoughts. She didn't quite hear him.

"Emily, come on, this first pin is easy. I won't bite I promise."

Trey had lain sprawled out on the ground, his gui slightly open and his face toward turned her smiling. 

Yeah, but I might. Emily thought devilishly as she crawled toward him.

"Now, cradle my head in your arm like this, hold it tight to your hip."

"Like this?" Emily asked, yanking on his head and locking her arm around his neck. 

"No, wait," Trey said grunting. "Scoop more, your body and leg should be forty five to perpendicular to mine. Yes! Ack! That's right. Now, roll a little more on your side, your legs should form a right triangle with where you have my head locked as the point."

"I think I got it!" Emily said excitedly. "This is fun!"

"Now," Trey panted as she leaned down on his chest a little more. "Anywhere I move you should be able to shuffle your feet and move with me, keeping me pinned. Let's try it. Are you ready?"

Emily felt her jaw drop. "Oh gosh! There's no way I'm going to be able to hold you, you're too strong."

Trey grunted. "Strength doesn't matter here. It's just like if we were standing. If you keep this posture and this pressure, my body can't fight gravity to get up. Trust me. Get ready."

Emily took a breath and set her jaw. "Ok."

Trey spun in a circle and he moved so abruptly that Emily almost lost her grip on him. He was powerful and quick, but Emily found to her surprise that she could feel everything he tried first and adjusted appropriately. She squealed in triumph when he at last gave up his thrashing and lay flat, panting. 

"Good!" Trey beamed. "See, easy right?"

"I guess I'm just a natural," Emily said with a boastful shrug, as she continued to press down on him. "There's really no way out of this then?"

"Of course there is," said Trey. "I just have to take your center back."

Suddenly Trey bent at the belly, pressed a hand against her hip, and the next thing she knew he was laying on top of her, with her head cradled in his arms in the exact position she had just been in. Her eyes widened.

"Hey, no fair!" she protested. 

"Don't worry," Trey said grinning down at her. God he had beautiful eyes! "I'll teach you that next. It's all part of the training plan."

Emily felt her heart race in her ears. They were both sweating. He was smiling that smile again. She was completely helpless against him, she knew, but she had one move. He had been saying all along she should just let her movements become instinct instead of fighting them. So, she acted on instinct, and kissed him. 

It was just a light kiss. A small peck as her straining neck could barely reach even though he had been gracious enough to bring his face close to hers. But it surprised him, and he loosened his grip. Then kiss returned the kiss fully, and soon they were studying the way two bodies connected through their tongues. He tasted of salt and sports drink, and he was powerful but not smothering. It was bliss.

Then it ended, and far too soon. Trey broke it off and quickly stood. 

"I- I'm sorry," Trey said. "I shouldn't have done that. We should close for the day."

"No. No, it's alright." Emily said. "It's my fault. I got carried away."

Trey turned, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry. I don't think I can keep teaching you. At least for a while. Maybe if we get some more students I . . ."

She took his hands in hers, and to her surprise, he let her. She bowed, even though she was close to him.

"Onegaishimas," she said. "Please teach me."

"This is going to get complicated," Trey said.

She touched his cheek lightly. "I don't mind if you don't."

"Alright," he said with a huge grin. "Let's do this."

The rest of the training session that day was, a bit tense. Trey could have cut the pheromone soup in the air with a knife. But somehow they got through it, professionally. It had been very difficult, and he even considered just calling and asking her for a normal date. Maybe if they got to know each other better off the mat, then it wouldn't feel so awkward while they were training together. 

And yet, he found he couldn't do it. It wasn't as if he were to shy or felt unworthy of such a beautiful girl. There was just something about her that drove him crazy, and deep down he was afraid to face it. So he didn't see her again until she stepped back onto the mat again the following week and bowed in to him with a polite little smile. 

Trey had never tried to train with a giant elephant in the room before. Emily was doing her best to carry on as if nothing had happened last week. She was listening intently, nodding her head, asking questions. Just like she always did. She was a very teachable student, and usually made the corrections he offered on the first try. 

He was trying to show her how to perform the first technique of the ju nana hon kata, when the elephant was finally exposed. The kata, he had explained to her, represented the seventeen standard techniques of Trey's Aikido linage. These were all "middle of the road" techniques that could be creatively modified or linked depending on the situation. They all were practiced off the same basic attack, a simple forward push to the chin that, when done correctly, would lock the spine of the person being attacked and cause them to have to fall -- their legs literally sweeping out from under them. 

It was said that the first technique was designed to be the most difficult for a reason. It set the standard for the rest of the kata. The idea of the technique was simple. Move yourself off the line of attack very slightly as you turn and touch the attacking person's wrist, drawing them off balance and causing them to have to take an extra step that they were not expecting to take. The extra step usually causes the attacker to turn and try to continue the attack...by crossing the other arm under the one making the first touching at the elbow, the attacker is unable to continue the attack as he or she recovers. Finally, just as the attacker is about to recover their balance, the technique is completed by locking the spine with a push to the chin...landing the assailant flat on his back. 

Trey bowed to Emily and identified himself as the attacker. He moved really slow in his attack, giving her a chance to remember where her hands and feet should go. She hit all the right points on the first try, though she was still and unrelaxed, and obviously very nervous. As Trey took a fall, he realized the air had to be cleared between them or she would never be able to relax. He just didn't know how to proceed, and he didn't want to lose her as a student. He was very certain of that. 

Trey got up, set his distance, and attacked again. Through it all she watched him carefully, maintaining eye contact and staying focused. She really did learn fast. This time she didn't move far enough, and her arm bent at the elbow, which drew him directly into her. Trey couldn't stop his momentum, and as he fell forward they both toppled to the ground, with Trey smiling sheepishly on top of her. He didn't get up right away. He was transfixed, lost in her eyes. Her parted lips and panting breath called to him, and despite every warning bell in his mind...he kissed her.

This time though, Trey didn't hold back. He didn't try to stop, didn't care that someone might walk in from the outer gym at any moment, or that the door wasn't locked. Nobody every came into this little mat room anyway. It was the least of his concerns. All that he was sure of was that he wanted her, and that her enthusiastic kissing and clawing of her hands on his back made him sure she wanted him. 

He propped himself up slightly, straddling one of her legs as he tugged at her belt. He flicked his tongue gently behind her ear, leaving a trail of kisses down her jaw line. He gave a low growl as he tore open her gui and began to work his hands up her smooth belly under her white t-undershirt that she had been wearing for modesty's sake. She arched her back, moaning into his mouth while he tried to work free the clasps of her sports bra.

Then she shocked him by crossing her arms and grabbing his gui just below the throat. She kicked out and rolled hard, pinning him to the mat and choking him as she began to kiss his neck. She was taking control, and he liked it.

Then she threw his gui open wide as she worked her way down and began to kiss his smooth slick chest. He writhed underneath her and moaned as she took one of his nipples into her mouth. 

"Emily!" he gasped as she began to work his pants down while her teeth scraped over to his neglected second nipple. "Emily, we ca - ...oh...not here!"

But Emily wasn't listening..her head was already even with his abdomen..her hands tugging at the string ties to his pants. He squirmed as he felt her breath between his legs, and a draft on his thighs as his pants began to come down. Swiftly, he hooked his legs under her arms and rolled, pinning her again as he pressed against her face with his crotch. 

She squirmed as her teeth scraped through his workout boxer briefs on his swelling member. He saliva dampened the cloth, and Trey barely kept his sanity as he turned a hundred and eighty degrees to face her feet. In only a second, he had her in a new pin.

His knees were flush against the top of her shoulders, bracketing her head to either side as he clutched at her legs with his arms. Unless she applied the proper balance break, there was no way out of this, Trey knew. But Emily didn't want out..instead, he felt his briefs being pulled down with her teeth, and his erection spilled out in its full impressive size. Trey smiled as he heard Emily give a little gasp of delight. 

Encouraged, Trey began to undo the string ties on her own pants...he pushed them down, scraping his nails down her thighs as he felt his engorged member fall into her mouth. She was so warm, and her tongue worked around him so furiously he couldn't help but buck his hips. He feared he would choke her, but when he felt her tongue grazing his balls he forgot all caution.




Martial Love



He pumped his hips, loving her soft eager moans as she felt her hands pressed against his hamstrings - dangerously close to his balls, which he enjoyed keeping shaven for freedom of movement. He slowly peeled down her white cotton panties with the thumb of each hand inhaling deeply and taking in her soft pleasing scent.

He felt her tremble as his lips planted themselves softly just above her clit, as his fingers gently began to stroke and slide apart her rapidly swelling pink petals. He broadened his tongue to taste her fully as he slid his tongue down the length of her moist shaven center, and she groaned onto him, making him shiver. 

He began to lick faster and her response was to gasp and release him. Encouraged, he slid two fingers slowly inside her, relishing the way she parted and accepted him. She was hot and warm, and rapidly gaining moisture as he took a deep breath and buried his face between her legs, tasting her salty tanginess deep between his stroking fingers. 

She flexed her legs, and Trey realized she was trying to roll them both over. Excited, he helped them roll on the mat. Her suction actually intensified on him as he found her supple body spread across him, and gravity allowed him to flick a hardened tongue into her even deeper than before. 

Outside the doors to the tiny mat room, Trey could hear weights clanking, rock music playing, and voices in muffled casual conversation -- all reminders that they were not truly alone. And yet he didn't care. All he cared about was her, being with her, finally finding release for the several weeks of stored up passion. Her body stiffened and her inner walls clenched around his tongue, and he gave a satisfied moan as her breath caught in a strangled scream and she came for the first time. Trey vowed it wouldn't be the last, and his vision blurred and narrowed as he knew he had to have her now.

He slid easily out from under her and crept up beside her as she lay panting on the mat. She was still recovering her breath as he pulled her ants the rest of the way off, kissing the back of her neck. She looked back at him with wild wide eye as realization of his intent hit her and he lifted her hips, positioning himself behind her. 

She felt slick and hot around him as he slowly eased his member inside. He thought he was losing his mind, was he actually doing this here? She was his student. This was a line you were never supposed to cross. But she moaned, her body so inviting, his need too great. He could feel her walls trembling, massaging him slowly as he experimentally withdrew from her and then, changed his angle slightly with the next slow thrust.

Trey moaned a deep primal sound as her soft womanly petals seemed to protest and cling to him on each time he withdrew, and her whole core contracted around him and shuddered in exquisite thanks each time he rammed back into her. Delicately, carefully, as if a helicopter engine whining to a start and gaining momentum, Trey began to slam and slap his body harder and harder into her, until at least he had recklessly abandoned all care, and began to call out her name. 

Emily. The name of the most amazing woman he had ever met. 

Emily was sure someone was going to here them, or worse, walk in expecting a workout and get quite a show. Her knees rubbed and began to turn red against the shiny blue mat. She bit down on her own wrist as she cried out. And then Trey began to call her name. 

She couldn't help but cry out after that. The feel of him inside her, spreading her and massaging her very core with each thunderous clap of his body was sending her world and her conscious spinning. Lightning began to spread through her body as a rolling thunder began to build in her belly and threaten to spill over like a levy about to burst under the severe tide brought on by a hurricane. 

She felt nails digging into her ass; felt him grab her hair and pull, snapping her head and body back as she arched back into him, grinding her hips whenever she actually had the presence of mind to remember. He was so big, so powerful, and yet so lovingly connected to her that the lightning and heat coursing through body did not damage her, but only caused her breath to began to come in sharp wheezes and gasps. Her voice grew hoarse from her own cries, and for a moment...just a blessed moment, she felt outside her own body...completely free. 

And then the levy broke . . .

She gave a final scream until there was no more air in her lungs as her body spammed and trembled and she lay panting. Dimly, she began to realize he was still going! 

His hands laid gently on her quivering ass as he slowed his pace to almost a crawl, seeing her need to recover.

"Oooh baby, yes!" Trey told her in between panting breaths. "You....are so...amazing! 

"Oh...," She whimpered. "Oh Trey. Wow."

"You want to call it a day?" Trey asked soothingly. "Get out of here, go do something?"

Emily considered as she began to pull her pants back on, leaning and cuddling into him for support. She barely had time in her life for this training. Her job was constantly unpredictable, and Trey didn't even know that she was still trying to take care of her ailing grandmother when nobody else in her family could. 

And yet, as she looked into Trey's eyes, she felt like she could, and would follow him anywhere. She was safe with him, safe here in his arms. She felt so . . . free. 

"Yes, Trey," She said. I'll follow you anywhere. 



Martian Oral Madness



(thanks to Karyn Gardenia for talking me into this)

Chapter One:

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It all began on a dim cold day on the bleak East end of the Valles Marineres, Mars. Xiodamat, commander of the Eastern Bio-Warfare Research and Development center was preparing for our next mission. After two rovers and now an incoming sample return craft, the humans of Earth were becoming a serious problem. We could not let them discover us. Their technology was limited, but were were too few to deal with them by force.

So a different approach was needed. We needed to limit their numbers, and keep them distracted. He needed a virus. Thousands of generations ago, when Martian civilization was at it's prime, they had sent influenza to Earth. Sadly that had not killed enough of the pesky Earthlings. More recently HIV. They needed something more overt, more potent. The call for ideas was put out, and it was answered. Ideas ranging from a virus that makes humans implode, to a virus that makes them sterile, and even one to make them vomit blood. These were not good enough. They would show up as an epidemic and the humans would quarantine the affected too quickly. Then one day the idea was settled upon. We would inflict them with a disease that caused them to engage in acts of oral sex ceaselessly, and shun all truly reproductive sex acts.

Ceaselessly the work was carried out to create this super virus. Xiodamat informed the scientists that the sample collection unit was only 3 months away from our world. We would have to have the virus ready and packaged in something the earthlings would not suspect. Soil samples were taken from the various planned landing site options, and they were seeded with the virii. So frantic was the work that even the most stringent safety proceedures were tough to follow. So one day it happened.

Odoamak, lead scientist of lab 36 was handling a specimen containment unit and dropped it. It burst and he thought nothing of it. It was engineered for humans after all, it should not affect martian physiology. Oh how wrong he was! Soon a deep longing developed in the staff. First Kaldakar, one of the female lab technicians began to stroke her stadardic enzyme production glands with her upper set of arms, which released pheramones into the lab, prematurely triggering mating urges out of season. Soon the fighting ensued as the male technicians were overtaken by their native Martian lusts. Odoamak was approaching Kaldakar lustily when Dilandakat, another male chemist approached him with a laser chemo-seperation tool, designed to sever ties between closely bonded cells. Needless to say Odoamak took severe damage to his Limaradic orafice! Following that, Kaldakar viewed Dilandakat as the superior male and began to molest his primary genitalia with her upper set of arms, and fondle his reproductive fluid sack with her lower arms. Soon chaos broke loose as during his climax, Dilandakat sprayed his bright orange reproductive fluids all over the lab, shorting out equipment and impregnating several members of the staff. Worse certainly followed, but such graphic details cannot be discussed here!

Xiodamat ordered a quarantine and soon the event was somewhat under control. The ceaseless mating had caused serious equipment damage and now there were eggs being laid in the lab, some even in the genetic mutation machine! It was with a heavy heart the decision was made to flood the room with 100,000 degree plasma, but it was necessary, as everyone agreed.

After that, safety proceedures were followed much more closely, and soon enough, the virus was ready to go. Now it was just a matter of waiting.

Chapter Two:

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Richard Wiley was a hard man, but a fair man. He ran the bio-containment unit of NASA with a steady hand. He knew that incoming samples of Martian soil could hypothetically be dangerous to humans. It was his job to make sure that nothing bad came to pass. What he didn't know was that the martian spy probes knew about this, and had come up with an ingenious solution in the form of a short lived fungus that would eject into the containment room and begin eating at latex and lexan, the primary materials in the path to freedom, and the ultimate goal of a pandemic.

The probe had crashed down in Mexico, far off target, but still recoverable. They simply had to get it in the lab and use the robot to open the contents and scan them. Pretty straightforward.

Soon his team came in bearing the load in a sealed cart. The top of the cart detached and they fed it through a decontamination airlock system, which automatically fed the package through with robotic arms. It came to rest on a platform in the middle of the chamber, and robotic arms immediately began their pre-planned routines, opening the package for the first direct human glimpse of a piece of Mars!

All talking ceased as the cannisters opened. It was nothing really impressive looking, but they were all captivated anyway. The robotic arm shined a light into the chamber, and the light slowly began heating up the specimen. Soon the specimen began to emit vapors. It grew in density until the specimen was no longer clearly visible. Everyone was totally baffled. There wasn't much water in it, the readings had made that quite clear. What was going on here?

They were so fixated on the screen that at first they didn't notice the discoloration of the lexan panels seperating the observation room from the lab. Soon though Richard felt a breeze come across his face and to his horror, when he looked up there were holes in both layers of lexan going into the chamber. The positive pressure there was blowing something out into the room. Soon all of the lexan was gone and a strange mist filled the room.

He felt weird.... where was he? What was going on? Why did he feel so lusty? His erection bulged in his pants and he could think of nothing more than 69ing with Janet Lambert, his robotics technician. Someone was unzipping his fly. He looked down and it was Janet. This felt so strange, but so right. He had to have her. Soon he laid down on the control console and she got on top of him so that they were going down on each other in the 69 position. It felt so great. He didn't want to ever stop. He came in her mouth and she in his so many times they were losing count. It was unreal. 

He looked around and the other members of the staff were giving each other head. The male dominated workforce even caused some of the guys to start blowing each other. It was wild. It all just seemed so perfect. He never wanted to stop. Then security came in, he must have hit the alarm with his ass. At first they were just confused and speechless, but soon they succumbed to whatever was driving them all wild. The very air was electric with a drive to lick and suck all day long.

Soon, it began to spread, floor by floor. Everyone sucking and licking everyone else. When someone wanted to go down on someone who was already occupied, fights began. It lasted for days. NASA was on lockdown though, so no outsiders could figure out what was going on. It was on day 6 that the first of them began to die, mostly from dehydration and exhaustion. Fighting got worse as more and more people were dead and unable to keep performing. At some point Richard realized he had to fight his urges long enough to eat and get some water. He could come back to Janet later, only she didn't seem to be breathing. He was too dazed to register that fact.

In his search for food he stumbled out of the building, breaking the quarantine and unwittingly bringing the virus out into the world. He drove 

somewhere, his home he thought. Unsure of what it even looked like or where it was. He seemed to be operating on instinct. He just had to get somewhere familiar. Soon enough, he found himself in his own driveway.

Chapter Three:

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She'd never been very good at school, but the baby was asleep in the other room and Mrs. Wiley was out trying to contact her husband. She figured she'd work on some homework while Mrs. Wiley was out. They knew it was a busy time at the lab and figured some important research had forced them into a media blackout at his office. She just couldn't concentrate though. She set her homework aside and stretched her athletic 18 year old body. She wished her boyfriend was there, she'd been so horny all day long. She started touching herself, moaning softly as her hand felt down into her pants. She was so intent on what she was doing that didn't even hear the door open.

Mr. Wiley was there, looking disheveled and he had a strange look in his eyes. He looked like he was struggling with himself, fighting some inner conflict. She felt panic. She knew he must have seen what she was doing, and those eyes... he looked at her with naked lust. He wanted her. He wanted her badly. Strangely, she began to feel a deep desire to suck his cock. It was overwhelming.

He broke away his gaze and rushed to the kitchen. Eating and drinking like a man possessed. She walked in and without even saying a single word she began to go down on him, while he spilled food and drink all over her in his frantic need for nurishment. He came and came again, but she just didn't want to stop. Never wanted to stop. It consumed her utterly.

Neither noticed at all when Mrs. Wiley came into the kitchen, until she let out a loud gasp and dropped her purse. She backed into the corner, but the babysitter just kept sucking and sucking, and Mr. Wiley just kept eating. Soon though, the lust was upon Mrs. Wiley as well. The rage also. She was not going to let this little tart suck off her husband like that! She saw his throbbing member and she wanted it. She needed it. It was all she could do to not tackle the girl in her rush for the cock.

First things first though. She had to get this little bitch out of her house. She grabbed her by the hair and drug her to the front door. The girl screamed the whole way, semen splattering from her mouth like spittle. She screamed how bad she needed it, and he had to give it to her! 

After throwing her out the front door, Ms. Wiley locked her out and went running back into the kitchen where her husband had collapsed back upon the floor and was patting his stomach. No time to waste, she ripped off her skirt and underwear and sat down on his face. He began to tongue her pussy and it felt amazing. She leaned forward and began to go down on them. This continued for a full week before they died.

Chapter Four:

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Stumbling and confused, the babysitter walked away from the house. She needed cock. She needed it badly. She saw what she needed just ahead in the form of a police officer. He looked soooo good in that uniform. She walked up to him without a word and began to stroke his crotch. He objected right at first but then the lust hit him too, and the obvious result followed next. As people passed them by, called the police and paramedics, more and more people became infected. Soon thousands of people were sucking and licking ceaselessly, with no other concern in the world.

From there it spread, reaching first to all of Houston, and then to the surrounding countryside. This was no ordinary virus though. It was adaptable, and programmed to slow down it's spread after a few days. This was so people getting on flights would reach their destinations before it began. Some people unwittingly fled to Europe and other parts of the world as news of some mysterious problem was developing in the nation. Little did they know this virus has also gone airborne, linking up with it's predecessor, influenza, and mutating it into an aerial carrier.

News reports were limited, because everyone going to investigate was infected. Traditional biohazard suits fell prey to the fungus, which seemed to follow the spread of the virus wherever it went, being somehow interdependant.

Soon, all but a remnant of humanity was dead from the oral madness.

On Mars, we breathed a collective sigh of relief through our respiratory exhaust ducts located near the seam of our front and reach carapices. For now, the human menace was held in check. Our grand scheme had worked beautifully. We saw it all unfold too by way of our cloaked spy probes. Let no race rise again to challenge Mars, or else oral madness shall strike them as well!

-The End



Martian Summer



Lieutenant Adkins lay on his side on the bunk, idly looking out the porthole and resting his aching muscles. The Martian landscape stretched away on all sides, a cold barren desert of red sand, red rocks, red mountain, red sky. The sheets of his bunk were still damp with the sweat and residue of Lieutenant Brandon. Or maybe Sergeant Minnelli before her. Or perhaps Ensign Geneva before her. In the past several days in his little bunk, their sweat and residue had mingled and mixed like the red rocks and sand and sky outside the porthole. 

Out there, the small setting sun gleamed briefly on the round silver dome over the dig site in the distance, a glittery speck on the horizon, where so many of the crew members had broken down and cried at what they'd found. Three of them -- including the last two males besides Adkins himself -- had lurched out into the wispy Martian air and yanked open their pressure suits and died squirming and gasping in the red dust rather than live with this new, piercing knowledge.

Adkins, never an especially religious man, hadn't cried, had assumed he would survive the knowledge, and he was right. 

Surviving the pleasure was another question.

He lay back and closed his eyes and let his naked muscles go limp. He'd quit bothering with clothes several days earlier, the process of dressing and undressing having become just one more exertion. During one recent bout, he'd actually become so exhausted that his legs had given out and his weight had settled entirely onto Helmsman Decker, who wasn't a big woman and might gotten hurt had he not managed to push himself off with his arms.

He'd told Captain Janeway, after that episode, that he'd need to sleep, preferably for a few days. 

"Request denied," she'd answered, through the intercom on the wall next to his bed. "I'm sorry, Bill, but this particular order is the most important one I've ever given. I wish I could distribute the work more evenly, but as you know, I can't. The best I can do is to tell you that all your crewmates are fully committed to the mission. In fact, I'll be joining the rotation myself soon . . . "

* * * 

He'd just tipped toward the edge of sleep when he heard the gentle rap on his door and the rustle of another body in the room. He opened his eyes. Commander McNamara, right on schedule.

He smiled wanly at her, not bothering to conceal his exhaustion. She'd been a year ahead of him at the academy, where they'd briefly dated without consummation (ironic now, in hindsight) before settling into a casual but sturdy friendship that had endured the years of their winding, occasionally intersecting careers. Her current status over him on the ship -- second in command -- hadn't diminished it.

She smiled sympathetically. "How are you, Bill?" she asked.

"Exhausted," he said, with a small laugh. "More exhausted than I was during basic training. Maybe they ought to add this to the regimen."

They both laughed. Then they both smiled, she with sympathy, he with exhaustion.

"I'm sorry, Bill. I have my orders," she said, unzipping her jumpsuit. "And so do you."

* * * 

Lieutenant Adkins opened his eyes to find Captain Janeway sitting on the edge of his bunk, looking down at him, a small, calm smile on her lips. Outside the porthole, the sun had almost completely set behind the jagged red horizon, cloaking the Martian landscape in sharp-edged clusters of darkness. 

He was looking at the landscape and letting his mind climb out of sleep when he realized that his half-hard cock was in the gentle but firm grip of his captain.

"Sorry to wake you, lieutenant," she said, and she sounded as if she meant it. "I know you've been through a lot lately. I was actually hoping to do this while you slept." 

After a moment's tense consideration, she added: "I was . . . um . . . I was just getting ready to use my mouth. If you think that would work."

He blinked, and breathed deep and shook off the sleep as best he could, and took in her face. She was significantly older than he, though not so old as to have a biological excuse to sit out the order she had given the rest of the crew. It occurred to him, for the first time, that she wasn't an unattractive woman: tall, curvy, with silky dark hair that she kept in a tight bun on duty but which now cascaded down over her shoulders. Her breasts, somewhat heavy, low but not too low, announced themselves through her jumpsuit. She noticed the direction of his eyes, and she turned her body toward him to accommodate a better view. 

A moment later, making a decision, she stood and stripped off the jumpsuit in one efficient motion, and then was standing naked before him. Her breasts, free now, were fuller than her uniforms had hinted; her nipples were prominent and red. Her hips, too, were rounder and fuller than he'd guessed. He was gratified to see a lush dark triangle between her legs, a generational difference, he supposed, from the younger members of the crew. (He'd been so put off by the bare skin between Ensign Wexler's legs that he'd had to avoid looking in order to finish with her.)

* * * 

"Does this help?" Captain Janeway asked him, placing her hands on her hips and turning her naked body slightly to one side, then the other. 

She looked at the hardening shape pushing through his bedsheet and saw her answer. She peeled back the sheet and gently straddled him in the small bunk, taking his cock in her hand and guiding him into her. 

As the pleasure started to build, Lieutenant Adkins' gaze drifted back out the porthole and over the jagged landscape of Mars, now almost entirely cloaked in darkness. God had died out there amid those red rocks -- had died as surely as he himself would die, should he attempt to step unprotected into the thin icy atmosphere outside his porthole. So it was possible to die of knowledge.

Was it possible to die of pleasure? he wondered, as his captain pressed her lips to his ear and whispered an unyielding military order cloaked in a soft womanly rasp: "Relax, Lieutenant. Relax . . . "

(END)



Martians Under My Bed



I will wait a little longer. The sky is dark. The seas are dimly lit and I wonder if there are Martians underneath my bed, waiting, just for me. There is nothing surface in my life. I fall through floors and chairs and skies and miles and country roads and coffee pots and dishware and silver crosses and TV screens and DVDs and video games and the lunar modules and the Space Station and the moon and the sun and all the planets in verdict and clumsiness and lack of authorship and I fall through books and candles and I fall through me as well.

I see college looming next week. I have just had my eighteenth birthday. I live in the country on a small farm that is an abode of myself, my sister, Tara, my mother, Winda, my father, Darryl, and my sheepdog, Henry. I have never been of anything that I can remember; I never believed if I had a favorite writer that he or she would save my soul, because I do not have a favorite writer; writers write books to make money and to work out the demons in their own souls before my eyes and into my skull and into my brain and into my soul and I have begun to find their printed masturbation shooting into my eyes more than a little offensive.

I am pale and have long golden hair and am androgynous in appearance. I have slender legs and slender arms and I am not British; people say I should be British, because I have that fair haired wan look British boys in movies have and they seem to take offense I do not have an accent, so for a while, when much younger, in school, one day, I tried to affect one, and forgetting that everyone who heard me speak in class all those school years long, knew I was not British and thus did not have a British accent, and they thus laughed at me and I got a reaction from a crowd for the first time in my life and did not have the sensation of falling into and through them.

I was not embarrassed, felt indeed like taking a bow, and sat down again in my seat only when the teacher clapped his erasers together and told me sternly to, and so I sternly did. I am also British in that I am a homosexual, though I can't say homosexual like the British can. I have watched British movies and TV shows to try to get the hang of the accent and the sound of homosexual which sounds so much more pleasant there, the word, not the being of. I fall through everything but birth and death; those things are mysteries to me. The things and people and times I fall through are made as with colored rags and fabrics from Eastern countries, mid-Eastern I should say. I am proper and never curse and I mind my manners and I eat my peas and my Philly steak, which my family has an inordinate love for.

I have never been in love. Which is not to say that I am not now having sex. Well, not this minute, I am not in love with a computer and do not wish to have sex with it, were I in love with this computer, which I reiterate, redundantly, I am not. His name is William. And he is seventeen and we have had sex a grand total of five times. We have been together naked and have kissed and done other things which would seem wrong in the telling of. He is dark and handsome and with a chisel of a face, and lightly muscular, and he says he loves me and he silently begs me to say I love him, in return, however I being an honest bloke—sorry, my sense of humor slips out from time to time—will not say it to him because then he would get the wrong idea. 

It is late September, still warm for this part of the country, and I hunger for deep cold and getting colds and sniffles and having a congested chest because, and I've no idea why this is, but it makes masturbation and orgasms with myself and with William more fun—more compact, more delicious, as though the sick germs in my body at those times of cuddling and excitement and release have never experienced such joyous moments and thus enhance it all with their wonderment, for I suppose bacteria get a bad lot of it in life, everyone trying to stamp them out, science trying to kill them all the time, all the medicines used against them, and people doing all they can to avoid them, but I know cold weather cannot make a cold, or at least that's what I read, but colds come on me when it is cold and I like to snuggle down in my quilts and covers in my cozy boyhood room, with Henry on the bed foot warm and toasty feeling on my legs, and with a box of my trusty Kleenex tissues beside me, and my medicine and syrup and all the rest and Winda coming in every five minutes to test my fever and to have me open my mouth, so she can examine the coat—haha—that has always made me laugh—top coat or spring jacket?—on my tongue—and make me drink cough syrup and give me more pink and orange aspirin as though I were a child.

I've never fallen through germs or colds before, because I don't think I can, and because I think they deserve their privacy, because, to me, especially now I know having sex is intensified by having them in me, they are some what, well, this sounds risky and slightly more than mad, holy—they are little life forms and they did defeat the Martians after all. I have thought there were Martians under my bed, from my earliest years onward. Not really after I was ten or eleven of course. I've never told anyone even when I did think they were under there with the dust bunnies and the lost pennies and textbooks and paper airplanes I used to have such a passion in making. I think I have never fallen through Martians, non-existent or existent either, though I've fallen through their planet, but I have always respected them for they have been my pets as has Henry, good old Henry, I fear he will not know what to do when I go off to college. He doesn't take to Mom, or I guess that would be Mum, mum's the word—I'm not British, but my body and face plays one—or Dad-is there a Brit short name for Dad? —I don't know of one—and Henry positively hates my sister Tara and has taken a bite out of her when she was seven and he was three—there was blood rained all over the place and I thought they were going to take Henry away, but I pleased, and oddly enough so did Tara once the stitches were in and she was mending again, so the folks, as they say, let Henry live on with us.

I start university next week and William and I will be apart. He and I had never had sex before with anyone, and we came to it last summer by the stream on brown corduroy hills a mile or so from my farm; we had ridden our bicycles up there like we did a lot after we met two years ago; he and his family are our nearest neighbors, two miles up the road, and we sometimes skinny dipped in the stream or skinny walked really since it's not that deep at all, and we had gotten into lying naked facing each other in the summer sun and both of us flaccid, and so serene and so blasé, we later told each other we were scared to death of looking at each other's lower parts in fear of getting boners and stared straight into each other's eyes as we woodenly talked about anything other than what we wanted to talk about. I don't remember how it started. A jokey scuffle perhaps. A momentary "accidental" touching. The way these things happen, though I never in my life ever thought these "things" would happen to me, and as with William he fell immediately in love because I was there and I saw that he was sexually turning me on for sure, so things were good, and I never fell through him, and that first awkward spittle filled second or two kiss we tried, I knew the Martians would forever never be under my bed, not even in my scariest or sweetest dreams—for I had both about those Martians. I never got on my knees to look under the bed, to flash a torch—this Brit stuff stays with a person, especially if you're hooked on the Basil Rathbone/Nigel Bruce Sherlock Holmes movies or the Peter Cushing/Christopher Lee Hammer Horror films as am I—under there in all that darkness to see for sure, for then, I would know, even when I was young and believed, that there would be nothing there but scattered broken apart gone away molded rusted bits of my childhood illusions and I could not bear to fall through my own illusions because one just doesn't is all, because they are sticky things and I would get trapped in them and be stuck there forevermore.

I guess to William I am a Martian germ that he will fall through and get trapped in his own illusions about me. I find that, as I lie awake into the morning, with Henry breathing heavily and comfortingly across my legs, snoring every now and then a little, a fairly coolish breeze coming in the open window, our one cow lowing, trees silent in the night, and me soon away in New Hampshire in college, bright and smart and willing and able to learn and to make something of my life, and here will be good old Henry and good old William, waiting for me to come back, like I'm the Martian under William's empty bed and like I'm a dream of a boy once a friend to Henry who will sleep on my bed quite by himself, dreaming of running after me in the fields when I was so much younger than now. To William I am a Martian germ—fancy, I am humble after all calling myself a germ, Martian or not—and I will be a lonely home in him forever and he can get over the sickness of me if he wants, and I hope he does—no, I don't-I hope he doesn't—I will come back to see him time to time—to, I suppose, and this makes me giggle—to re-infect him with me—and then he will be lovesick till same time same channel and we go through it again—it's wrong I know, to keep, or try to keep someone in thrall-he may forget me two seconds after we say goodbye, he may have already done so, I may have misread him all this time and it might be the—oh horrid thought—the other way round, he may be the Martian germ hiding under my bed in my soul, and I will never have the courage to fall through it on fear I might not come out the other side—and what would the other side then thus be?

Love sick. It is like being physically sick in many ways. Woozy, dizzy, head spinning, feverish. But we want it apparently. The whole bloody lot of us. Which makes me seem less crazy liking the old fashioned cold sickness. Your fever breaks eventually and you become well again and there is no greater feeling than that. But we shall see what we shall see. I feel the saddest however about Henry. But I can't stay here forever, after all.



Martin & Me



I love to suck cock. It is the most sensual and wonderful thing to me. From the first time when I sucked cock at the age of 17. I was at a beach party and gave a blowjob to a drunk guy who I don't think noticed I was a guy. I loved it. I knew this is what I wanted in my life. I just loved the smell and taste of his manhood. I understood completely at the moment of his orgasm that I was gay. And this excited me. After finishing, I ran to my car and drove to a secluded place and jerked my self off twice reliving the moment with his taste still on my lips. 

In college, I frequented a certain restroom on campus and learned the joys of buttfucking, both receiving and giving. But the real reason I went was to give blowjobs. The smell, the taste, the groans of ecstasy. To look and see the different dicks that were out there was a wonderful experience. Until the day I was beat up by two thugs, that restroom was favorite spot of mine.

After I graduated, I moved in with an acquaintance from college. Martin was straight and thought I was too (although I wasn't per se "in the closet", I wasn't out of it either). He was one of the most sexiest men I had ever met. And I knew many a night was going to be spent in my room jacking off while fantasizing about my lips around his cock. 

When we moved in together, Martin had just come out of a bad relationship. So he didn't date for awhile. He just stayed home and watched TV and played video games. Since I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible I stayed home too and was his video game playing partner. We found that we each had a passion for baseball and would spend many hours discussing the national pastime. I, of course, was falling in love.. He was kind, funny and extremely good-looking. He worked out with weights three times a week so he had a very sexy chest and shoulders that denoted strength without those gross rippling muscles you see on bodybuilders. His legs were strong and defined. His handsome face was square without looking mean. And he had that brilliant smile. A million dollar smile. 

I had to mute my sex life so that I could live with this god and not make him uncomfortable. I didn't buy Playgirl, I didn't get gay porn. I kept my realistic 8 inch dong well hidden. Worst of all, I had to listen to him talk of unsatisfying sex with his ex-girlfriend. She hated to give blowjobs. He would have to beg for one. I wanted to cry out that he wouldn't need to ask me. I would gladly go down on him. This kind of talk would leave me straining to tell my feelings for him. Instead, every night in my bedroom I would fantasize about being held in his arms, kissing him all over his body, licking his balls and sucking him off to the best orgasm in his life.

After six months of this kind of living, Martin finally started to date and to soften the blow of losing him to some woman I started to indulge myself again. I bought gay porn, regularly visited gay sites on the Internet. I started to get careless with my stuff. 

One night after a bad date, Martin came home and found one of my porn magazines sitting out on the coffee table. When I later came home, the first words out of his mouth was "Are you gay?" I was mortified. I didn't know what to say. He seemed angry and I couldn't face him. I ran to my room and shut the door. I cried in my room the rest of the night. 

The next day I came out of my room unknowing what to expect. Martin was sitting in his easy chair watching a baseball game. 

"Good morning" he said, barely looking at me.

"Are you angry with me?" I asked. I needed to know how he felt about knowing he was living with a gay man. I was surprised by his answer.

"No, no. Why should I be? I just wish you would have told me when you moved in." He then smiled. "Is it true that gay men give better blowjobs than women?"

I was suddenly hard. I stammered out a yes and dropped to my knees in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out the most beautiful cock in the world. I figured it was probably eight inches. I put my hand around his most exquisite member and used my tongue to flick the head a few times. I heard a slight groan. I slid my tongue down the shaft. His taste was pure heaven. I started suck and lick his balls. I felt a drop of pre-cum fall on my cheek. I wiped it off with my finger and put it in my mouth. The flavor was unbelievable. It was pure essence of man. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and slowly started to move in and out while stroking the base of his dick with my hand. I picked up the pace ever so slowly, using one hand to stroke and the other to massage his balls. Martin moaned his approval and put his hands on the back of my head. He started to thrust his pelvis and I could feel he was close to bursting and I quickened the pace. 

He exploded with a yell. A rush of cum spewed into my mouth and I hungrily consumed it. I continued to stroke to get every drop of his bittersweet nectar. Finally my mouth released his cock and he sighed.

"That was fucking awesome!" Martin laughed. 

"I take great pride in my blowjobs. And you don't have to beg for them either."

"Do you like to be buttfucked?" he asked with a big smile.

"Of course, and I'm tighter than any pussy." I got up off my knees and went and retrieved some lube. I applied it to his dick as it started to harden again. 

I bent over in front of him and invited him to fuck me. He stood up without a word and pressed his cock against my hole. I quivered in anticipation. He easily slid his dick into me and started to slowly thrust. I was in heaven. My fantasies were coming true. He placed his strong hands on my hips to better guide his tempo. His quickened his thrusting while I started to stroke my own cock to his rhythm. He pumped faster and I stroked faster. The feeling in my body was pure ecstasy. I felt so alive and felt I could go on forever. This god was fucking me and it was perfection.

Finally, Martin came inside me and it filled me with his warmth. That took me over the top and I shot my load onto the carpet. He pulled his dick out of me and we sat on the couch exhausted.

"That was awesome," he said and then he reached over and kissed me full on the mouth. Our tongues intertwined and then so did our bodies. And then we fucked each other again. 



Martin and Olivia



Martin is a tall, handsome American with blue eyes, brown wavy hair, and an infectious smile. In his late 20s, he began his career as a construction engineer with the KFC Corporation after receiving his degree. Martin then has traveled the world overseeing the building of restaurants on several continents. His most recent project has taken him to Tamale, Ghana.

Olivia is a beautiful, slender, young woman with dark eyes, long dark hair, and kindness in her heart; also in her late 20s. She lives a simple life in Tamale with her ailing mother and younger brother. She dreams of finding her soul mate, starting a family, and living a happy life.

This is their story: how they met, fell in love, made passionate love, and started a life-long relationship.

Martin was hopelessly lost in Tamale. He has left the 5 Stars Hotel where he had recently taken up residence to shop for souvenirs for his niece and nephew back in the states. Engrossed in the town and the people, he soon became disoriented, and was walking among unfamiliar buildings without any idea on how to get back to his temporary home.

Olivia noticed the tall, handsome stranger along the street, and purposely slowed her pace in curiosity as much as in attraction. She wanted to learn more about this foreigner, but was too proper and shy to directly approach him. But when Martin's blue eyes met hers, a tiny smile appeared on her face, and that was all the welcome he needed to begin to speak. "Can you help me, please? I am hopelessly lost. Can you tell me how to get to the 5 Stars Hotel? Please?"

Olivia, still curious about the foreigner, also took pity on him. "Well, the route to the hotel from here is not exactly straightforward. How about if I take you there, as it would probably be easier?" Martin thought to himself this was a great stroke of luck; being escorted back to his hotel by a beautiful woman. Olivia also thought this was very lucky; to be in the company of a handsome and grateful man. "I am Martin, by the way" he said. She responded "I am Olivia. What brings you to Tamale?"

And with that, the conversation began as they walked at a leisurely pace back to the hotel. He spoke of his travels, living in different parts of the world for short periods of time, and never connecting with the people or the cultures. She spoke of Tamale, Accra, and Ghana; the people, the customs, and the culture. She learned of places she had never visited; and he learned of the place he was staying; new and exciting to both of them.

When they reached the hotel, Martin let out a sigh of relief. He turned to say thank you and good bye to Olivia, but as their eyes met, no words were spoken. She was deeply moved by this foreigner, and it showed on her pretty face. Martin realized that there was a genuine attraction between them, and he did not want to say good bye. After a few quiet moments, he finally spoke. "Will you have dinner with me tonight? I do not want this conversation to end." She agreed and they made arrangements for her to meet him at the hotel restaurant later than evening.

Olivia looked stunning when she arrive at the hotel at the appointed time. She wore a short, black dress that accentuated her slim figure and made dark eyes sparkle. Martin was nearly speechless when he saw the vision of beauty she was. He dressed in a jacket and slacks he usually reserved for business meetings, but had no other appropriate evening attire. They were seated at a table for two in a corner of the restaurant; very secluded and very romantic.

Dinner was a mix of European and local cuisine; Martin introducing the different French and Italian dishes while Olivia explained the African portions of the meal. The conversation earlier on the walk to the hotel was about world and local cultures; but now they talked of their inner expectations, hopes, and dreams. They no longer talked about others in the world, they shared themselves. After the meal had ended and the dishes removed, neither wanted the evening to end.

Martin reached for Olivia's hand, and asked "would you like to continue this evening in the bar?" Olivia knew that he was too much a gentleman to ask for more, and that she would have to make the first move. So she squeezed his hand tightly, rose up from the table and positioned her head beside his. Then she gently exhaled into his ear, took another breath, and whispered "please take me up to your room." Martin leaned back, looked Olivia in the eyes, swallowed hard, and got up from the table still holding Olivia's hand to lead her to the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, Martin ran his fingers through Olivia's hair, and cupping her face, kissed her. His thoughts were of how lucky he was to be found by such a wonderful, beautiful, compassionate woman. Her thoughts were of the amazement that she was now in the arms of a remarkable, handsome, and gentle man. They broke their kiss as the elevator doors opened. Martin led Olivia down the hall to his temporary residence, opening the door and showing her inside. As the door closed, they again were locked in a kiss, tongues dancing together, hands exploring the body of the other, and the thoughts of luck and amazement had progressed to something else.

As they held each other closely, Martin could feel her full breast pressing against his chest as Olivia could feel his swelling member press against her thigh. She reached under his jacket to pull it off his shoulders and let it drop the floor then began working on the buttons of his shirt. Martin fumbled with the tiny zipper on the back of her dress; his thick finders trying to grab the tiny metal fob. Once the buttons were undone, she ran her hands over his chest and pulled off his shirt. Martin was able to lower the zipper and caressed her back. Olivia allowed her dress to drop to the floor to expose her matching black bra and panties. Martin put his head in her neck and began kissing her shoulders, neck and ear while stroking her back and bottom. With her hand between their bodies, Olivia begins to work on his belt and rubbing his hardness through the fabric.

Olivia kisses her way down his chest and belly as she finishes undoing his pants and pulling them down to expose his erection. She then lowers herself to face his cock and slowly strokes him as she notes the dichotomy of the smooth skin of his shaft and the hardness of it. The engorged head is red and seeping when she takes it into her mouth. The taste is salty and slightly sweet. Martin lets out a moan at the extreme pleasure of her hot mouth and darting tongue; he tries to steady himself on his feet even though his pants are bunched up below his knees. After a few minutes of Olivia's treatment, Martin reaches down, cups Olivia's head in his hands, and gently pull her off his cock and up to his face, where is kisses her deeply in appreciation. Once free of her hand and mouth caresses, he takes a moment to step out of his shoes, socks, and pants.

Martin returns to kiss Olivia, and with a pinch between his fingers her bra is undone. He buries his face in her cleavage, kissing and licking the soft flesh. As the bra slides off her arms, he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks hard as he swirls his tongue until it is as hard as a pebble. As he repeats the treatment on the other breast, Martin reaches into her panties and feels the softness of her butt, and the inkling of the warm wetness between her legs. He then pulls the material past her hips and the last bit of clothing between them lie on the floor. Together they made their way to the bed. They laid down, Martin on top of Olivia, mouths again locked in a passionate kiss.

Olivia wanted to feel him inside her, but Martin had other ideas; he wanted to taste her first. Breaking from the kiss, Martin moved slowly down to her nipples with kisses, nibbles, and licks. Olivia moaned in appreciation. Moving southward, he kissed her belly, mound, and thighs. Her sweet aroma filled his nostrils, and her glistening lips were inviting him to savor the taste. Martin pushed is tongue between her swollen lips, and then sucked them into his mouth. Olivia moaned loudly has she ran her hands through his hair. His probing tongue found her hard clit, and he gently swirled his tongue around the hard button. His treatment was the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.

Martin knew that if he continued she would explode in orgasm without him, so he reluctantly released her pussy lips from the grip of his mouth and positioned his member for entry. Olivia reached down and guided him into her hot, wet hole. They both moaned at the intense pleasure it provided; her tight folds squeezing and caressing his cock, his thick member massaging her pussy. His thrusts were met by her heaving hips, the slapping sound of their love making and moans and cries of pleasure filled the hotel room.

As his orgasm began to build, he reached down and began to rub her slick clit with his fingers, which put her over the edge. Her muscles tightened and a wave a blissed passed through her body. She began to buck and thrash as wave after wave of orgasm traversed her body. Martin began thrusting faster and came hard; his orgasm triggered by hers. Jets of hot cum filled her pussy. As their ecstasy subsided, Martin collapsed on the bed alongside Olivia, both holding each other tightly while they tried to catch their breath.

Exhausted, they slept in each other's arms. Olivia awoke later in the night and coaxed Martin into another round of love making, this time Olivia on top, and Martin caressing, licking, and sucking the breasts before him. In the morning they awoke cuddled together, as happy as two new lovers, and still amazed at the good fortune of finding each other only the day before.

In the following days and weeks, Martin and Olivia were together every possible moment as the love between them grew and blossomed. But as the construction project neared its end, Olivia became anxious and concerned. Her love would leave Tamale for the next construction project, and she would be alone again. But Martin knew his life would be incomplete with Olivia, and they belonged together. The day before he departed, he proposed to Olivia with a diamond ring and a promise to return in six weeks' time to marry her so that they would be together for their lifetimes.