4 comments/ 49278 views/ 27 favorites Masquerade Madness 01 By: Meline "But Dad -!" "No more buts from you, young lady," Lisa's dad Daniel replied. "This party isn't for kids." "I'm eighteen years old," she retorted, yet folded her arms and proceeded to pout like a two year old. He rolled his eyes. "You've been eighteen for barely a month and you haven't even graduated high school yet. And you'll always be a kid to me." Lisa scrunched up her face and she left the kitchen in a pretend fit. Actually, she was happy her dad was going to this party. It meant he was getting better. A few months ago he discovered that his wife was cheating on him with a much younger guy. She didn't even try to deny it. She told Daniel that he was old and spent, and then handed him the divorce papers. Lisa didn't even have to think twice about which parent she wanted to live with. She hated her mother for breaking her dad's heart, and especially for doing it in such a cold manner. So it was really nice to see him so excited to go out and do something. The party he was going to was a costumed masquerade party (in honor of Halloween next week) that was being held at one of the fancy mansions in town. Daniel didn't want to go at first, but his buddies convinced him it would be fun – a LOT of fun. He knew the reputation of the parties held at the mansion, and normally he wouldn't go, but he decided it was probably the best way to get over Samantha; AKA the cougar slut who fucking ripped his still beating heart out. "Lisa!" he called. His young daughter appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Have you decided to let me go?" "No," he replied firmly, and she stuck her tongue out at him. "I just wanted to tell you that I'll be going straight to the party after work." "Can I see your costume?" she asked. "No." She pouted. "Why not?" He blushed slightly and for a moment he reminded her of a shy young boy. "Because it's embarrassing. The guys picked it out." "Aw, come on! If you won't let me go to the party, at least let me see your costume!" she complained. He shook his head. "I'll show it to you tomorrow." "Fine," she said, allowing the compromise. "Now, as I said I'll be going straight to the party, so I won't be seeing you. Here's fifty dollars." Lisa's eyes lit up as he pulled the green bill out of his wallet and set it on the counter. "Go see a movie, hang out with your friends, eat junk food, whatever. Just be safe." Lisa skipped toward him and clenched the bill in her hands, then threw her arms around her dad's neck. "Thanks Daddy! You're the best!" He laughed and hugged her back. "The party ends at midnight, so I'll be back late. Don't wait up." "I won't," she said, smiling playfully. "And no boys!" he called as he left the house. "No promises!" she called back. Lisa heard him laughing as he closed the door. She sat at the counter, laid the fifty dollar bill in front of her, and contemplated what she wanted to do that day. It was a Friday, but she didn't have school. She didn't feel like hanging out with her friends, and none of the movies in the theaters interested her very much. What she really wanted to do was go to that party... Suddenly she was struck with an idea. It was a masquerade party, and everybody would be wearing costumes. She could probably get a wig and a mask (and a kickass costume, of course) and go to the party, and her dad wouldn't know she was there! She would just have to get home before midnight. She smiled. I'm a modern Cinderella, she thought to herself. Before she could talk herself out of the plan, she grabbed the money and left. First she went to the costume store. Initially, she walked over to the traditional costumes. Then she paused when she saw the sexy costumes out the corner of her eye. Normally she would never wear something so revealing. Not because she had a bad body – which she didn't, her body was actually fucking fantastic – but because she'd been raised rather conservatively. But she was eighteen years old and could very damn well wear what she wanted. Besides, she wasn't going to be Lisa tonight. She was going to be a completely other person. So why not dress the part? She strode over to the sexy costumes and looked them over. They was pretty much the same selection as the traditional costumes had, just that these were way more revealing. There were sexy superheroes, sexy fairytale characters, sexy princesses, and so on and so forth. But none of them were quite what she wanted. She was looking at a promising genie costume when she saw the one next to it. It was a sexy showgirl costume. And it was perfect. Quickly she grabbed it and headed over to the wigs. It didn't take her long to find one she liked. Then she found a pretty mask that matched the color of her costume. She picked it up the rack and then walked over to the cashier, who was a male probably only a couple years older than her. He rang the costume up and smiled when he saw what it was. He looked at her and, without even bothering to hide it, slowly analyzed her body. She felt hot and cold all over, but instead of running away, she relished in it. She even leaned forward and put her elbows on the counter, putting her cleavage on display. He couldn't take his eyes off her tits. "Costume party?" "Yep," she said. "But you're not invited." Lisa took the shopping bag and her change and sashayed out of the costume store, knowing that he was watching her. Once she was around the corner, she had to restrain herself from jumping around with giddy excitement. She had never done anything like that before! It felt empowering, and she felt sexy and hot and gloriously feminine. She was definitely going to have some fun tonight. Next she went to the nail salon and got a manipedi that would match her costume and mask. The lady even added sparkles to it, which Lisa figured would go with the showgirl costume really well. Then, since the costume showed a lot of skin, she decided to get a wax. "What kind of wax would you like today?" the lady behind the counter asked. Lisa bit her lip. She'd never gotten a wax before, but she'd heard a lot about them from her mother. "A Brazilian," she replied. Why not? she thought. She was very nervous before the procedure, which had hurt a lot, but she really liked the look of her hairless pussy. She was admiring it in the spa's bathroom. Experimentally, she stroked her pussy and gasped at the shiver that ran up her spine. The skin was very sensitive. Slowly, her heart racing, she parted her pussy lips and stuck a finger up into her pussy. It felt so good! Lisa bit her lip with glee and now stuck two fingers in her pussy, then began gliding her fingers in and out. She sat down on the toilet lid, and spread her legs, propping one foot up on the sink. Her other hand wandered down and began playing with her clit. She gasped out a moan and smiled. It felt so good! Masturbating had never felt this good before, and so she'd never done it much. But now...oh, she was going to do it much more often now. In fact, she wouldn't mind staying in this bathroom all day just touching herself. Forget the party, this was exciting enough. There was a knock at the door accompanied by a voice, "Is everything okay in there!" Lisa pulled her fingers out of her pussy and sprang up off the toilet. "Fine!" she called back, her voice shooting up an octave. "I'll be out in a moment!" She quickly licked her fingers, taking a quick moment to revel in how sweet they tasted, and then quickly got dressed. She thanked the lady behind the counter and left the facility, headed toward her home. What had gotten into her? She was like a completely different person! The showgirl costume must be having some sort of an affect on her. The thought that a few minutes ago she was just masturbating, and in a public restroom at that! And even though she should have felt ashamed, she didn't. She smiled and her fingers twitched, itching to touch herself again. But she had to have restraint. Once she reached her house she had a quick lunch, and then saw that she had a few hours to spare before the party began. So she laid down on the couch and began surfing through the channels. One program in particular caught her eye: Fucking Sally. Lisa felt her pussy throb, and she selected the channel. It was a porno movie about a babysitter named Sally who (after putting the child to bed) had discovered the collection of porn and toys hidden underneath the coffee table. She began to masturbate, and then the dad walked in on her. Then he began to fuck her, and it was so hot. Without realizing it, Lisa had unzipped her jeans and one hand was in her panties, the other was tightly gripping one of her breasts. The dad in the movie kept telling Sally how she had to be punished for being such a bad girl and masturbating while on the job. Sex as a punishment for masturbating didn't make much sense to Lisa, but it was hot to watch. Once they were done fucking, they cleaned up and pretended like nothing happened when the wife came home. They paid Sally, and the dad tipped her extra. Then it cut scenes (two weeks later) to the dad and Sally having sex, this time on the bed instead of on the couch. The wife then came in, and blew up at Sally and her husband. Lisa took her shirt off and unhooked her bra, leaving them on the floor. Then she stripped off her pants, but left her underwear on. She twisted the nipple of her left breast as her other hand worked furiously at her soaking wet pussy. On screen, the wife decided to punish Sally by showing her how a real woman fucked. She sucked and fondled her husband's cock, then made Sally do it. While Sally gave the husband a blowjob, the wife sat on her husband's face and made him eat her out. They switched positions and then the husband was fucking his wife while Sally sucked on the wife's nipples. Then the wife laid back on the bed and made Sally suck and lick her pussy while the husband came up behind her and fucked her doggy styles. Every time Sally quit licking to moan with pleasure, the wife forced her face deeper into her cunt. Then the wife moved so she was underneath Sally with her head by Sally's pussy. She licked her husband's balls as they moved back and forth across her face, and Sally bent her head down to continue licking the wife's pussy. Lisa almost couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed the remote and began rubbing her pussy with it, her back arching with the glory of it all. She came at the same time as Sally, but the couple wasn't done with their young babysitter yet. The wife forced Sally on to her knees and had the husband cum in both their mouths, and then the wife stuck her tongue down Sally's throat and they shared the man's cum. As they made out, Sally fingered the wife's pussy and the husband sucked on one of Sally's tiny nipples. The movie closed with the wife telling Sally that next time they'd use dildos. Lisa lay panting on the couch, her body humming and buzzing with the thrill of the orgasm. Her fingers were wet and sticky, and she licked them until the cum was gone, then she got up off the couch and licked up the pool of cum. She gathered her discarded clothing, took off her cum soaked panties, and threw those in the laundry basket. She glanced up at the clock and smiled. It was time to get ready. Masquerade Madness 02 Lisa headed up to her room and stood in front of the full length mirror, admiring her body. She was average height, standing at five foot six, and was very slender. Her skin was a light golden color, and she had a couple freckles on the tip of her nose. She smiled and rubbed her breasts, which were firm and supple and on the cusp of being C-cups. Her waist was small, but her hips were large, and her butt was round. Her legs were lean and beautiful. She looked a lot like her mom, which she really hated since she knew that she reminded her dad of her mom. She had a heart shaped face and a narrow bridged nose. Her eyes were round and a beautiful shade of dark teal. Light blonde curls cascaded down to her shoulder blades and framed her pretty face. Her lips were full and pink. Sometimes she wished she looked more like her dad. He had a boyish charm to him, with his smooth shaven face and soft brown eyes. His hair was curly and dark brown. He had a rather stocky build, but he was lean at the same time. But still, she really loved her body. Lisa took a quick shower and resisted the urge to take her removable shower head and shoot her pussy with the warm water. Then she dried her hair and sat in front of the vanity as she plucked her eyebrows. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, then proceeded to go through her makeup. Her pussy throbbed and she wanted to rub it so badly, but she needed both of her hands to do her makeup. Simply shoving something up there wouldn't satisfy her, it would need to move or vibrate -- She stopped and then grabbed her toothbrush, which was a Sonicare. She couldn't believe what she was about to do, but she didn't allow herself to hesitate. She pressed the button and promptly sat her pussy on top of the handle. Oh, God! She froze for a moment, shocked at how good it felt. Then she continued putting her makeup on. But her subconscious wouldn't relent. She began rocking her hips in a circular motion, moving her pussy against the vibrating handle. The movement didn't help her putting on her makeup, but she couldn't seem to stop. So she set down the makeup, braced her hands against the counter, and rammed her pussy up and down the toothbrush. "Oh, oh, OH!" It was so good! She'd never experimented with vibrators before -- hell, she'd never even touched a dildo -- but she certainly liked them. She bit her lip and gasped with the tremors that rocked her body, then -- The two minutes were up and it stopped vibrating. She took a moment to catch her breath, then shoved the toothbrush into a drawer and swore not to touch it again. Finally she finished her makeup, and then it was time to put her costume on. But she didn't know what to wear for underwear, and the costume was too see through to go without. All the underwear she owned was too plain, except -- Lisa went to her closet and pulled out a shoebox, then ripped the lid off. Her mother used to buy her all kinds of sexy lingerie. Lisa never had a chance to wear them, and truth be told she was a bit intimidated by the sexiness of the underwear, but didn't want to turn them down. So she hid them in her closet. Smiling, she grabbed the black lacy panties and matching bra and put them on. Then she put on the costume. First came the black fishnet stockings, complete with garter belt, and then she slipped on the black mini skirt, which was hemmed with lace, adorned with ribbons, and had a longer section of fabric in the back. Then she pulled on the top. It was black and very form fitting. The bottom of it flared out with scalloped, dark teal fabric (which matched her eyes). The bust was covered in the same dark teal fabric, although it had black lace over it. Lacy straps held it up. Lisa then put on the finishing touches, which were a black ribbon choker necklace with teal rhinestones, elbow length fingerless gloves, and a headband with a feather attached to it. She waited to put on the headband until she'd put the wig on. She secured her own hair and then pulled the wig on. It was fairly realistic for a costume wig. It was a fiery red color, which contrasted wonderfully with the blue of her costume and eyes. The wig was curly and fell to just above her shoulders. After making sure none of her blonde hair was poking out, she secured the wig and then pinned some of the curls up out of her face. She picked up the mask (which was black with teal feathers) and tied it on, then looked at herself in the mirror -- and gasped aloud. Where a shy girl once stood, a sexy, confident woman was in her place. The bodice of the costume accentuated her curves and breasts like nothing had ever done before. The colors were bold and bright, and her eyes sparkled. Her butt looked great, and the fishnets and garters made her look super sexy. She was completely unrecognizable, and she loved that. Lisa grabbed her phone and called a taxi, and took some pictures with her webcam while she waited for the cab to arrive. She definitely wanted to remember this. She heard the cab arrive, so she grabbed the rest of her dad's money and her clutch, slipped on some black heels, and walked out to the taxi. The cabbie twisted around in his seat so he could get a better look at her while she told him the address. "Going to a party?" he asked. "It's always a party where I am, sugar," she replied flirtatiously. Sugar? she thought. Where did that come from? She'd never called anybody sugar before. But she didn't dwell on that thought for long. She wasn't normal Lisa tonight. Tonight, she was sexy Lisa, and she was loving every minute of it. As they drove, she noticed he looked in the rearview mirror every couple seconds to look at her. Lisa smiled and decided to give him a little show. She put her hands on her breasts and slowly squeezed them, then rubbed them against each other as she let out a soft moan. When they stopped at a red light, she could tell he was resisting turning around to look at her, but his eyes were fixed in the mirror. She stuck a finger in her mouth while her other hand lightly swirled her breast where her nipple would be. Then she took the hand from her mouth and slowly trailed down her stomach to between her legs. HOOOOOOONK! A car blared its horn and the startled cabbie hit the gas. She giggled; he was too busy staring at her to notice that the light had turned green! But she was bored with him now, so she folded her arms and crossed her legs, content with staring out the window. She smiled when she noticed the disappointment in his eyes when he realized she was done with her show. "Here ya go, sugar," she cooed, handing the cabbie the rest of her money. He shook his head, and a quick glance down told her that he still had a boner from watching her. "You keep it." She smiled and kissed his cheek, then got out of the cab. The mansion's parking lot was packed with cars. A small procession of people were walking up the front steps to the entrance, so she followed them. At the door, there was a man with a clipboard and a red rope that was letting people through. "Invitation?" he asked her when she reached the front of the line. Lisa opened up her clutch and feigned looking for it, then looked at the man with pouty eyes. "I must've left it at home." "That's alright," he replied, and for a second she thought she'd won. But her hopes were dashed when he asked, "Name?" She bit her lip. She couldn't give him her real name, or her dad might find out that she went to the party. But she didn't know anybody else that was going to the party, so she couldn't give him their name. So she decided to take a chance. Lisa stepped close to the man, remembering the way he appreciatively took in her appearance when he saw her. She put her hands on his chest and brushed her breasts against him. "What do you want it to be?" she whispered seductively, slowly trailing her hands down his chest. The man swallowed and then nodded. "Enjoy the party." She smiled and twirled away from him, then entered the mansion. Lisa had never seen so many people all packed into one place before! Everybody was wearing costumes, and most all of them were sexy and revealing. She was glad she hadn't gone with a traditional costume. The lights were low and the air was heavy with the smells of sweat, smoke, and alcohol. Loud, raucous music attacked her ears. As she descended the stairs into the entry hall, she noticed with a smile that most heads were swiveling around to get a look at her. She was definitely the sexiest female there, and she'd arrived without a date. Men gathered at the base of the stairs, but she didn't even look at them. She just went straight to the bar. "I'll take a tequila," she told the man behind the bar as she slid onto one of the stools. "ID?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. She raised her eyebrow back at him and leaned forward, reaching out and grabbing the man's face and bringing it toward hers. She licked his chin, and he captured her mouth with his. To be honest, she wasn't expecting that; she only planned on teasing him a little. But she thought, as their tongues explored each other's mouths, maybe this was better. Lisa pulled away and huskily asked, "Now how about that tequila?" Oh, it was glorious! She sat at the bar, surrounded by men, and the alcohol kept flowing thanks to the ever so helpful bartender. They would place lingering hands on her knees and elbows, stroke her arms or cheeks, and whisper seductive little nuances in her ears. She lavished in the attention, but none of them really thrilled her. Then her attention was drawn to the only man at the bar that wasn't sitting around her. He was watching her, though, and when their eyes met her pulses went racing and she felt a twitch in between her legs. He was very attractive undoubtedly at least five or eight years older than her. But she didn't really care. He was dressed as a gangster, which she had to admit was incredibly sexy. He wore black slacks and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Over the shirt he wore a pinstriped vest and he had a black tie on. The tie was loose and the first couple buttons of his shirt were undone. He wore a simple black mask and a black fedora. Lisa was about to get up and go over to him when another man stood in front of her. She turned to him and he stuck a dollar bill in her cleavage. "What was that for?!" she asked angrily, throwing the bill back at him. "Payment," he replied, and then she noticed where his hands were. The man had unzipped the pants of his ridiculous pirate costume and was stroking his member. She curled her lip in distaste. "Suck it, you whore," he said, reaching out to grab her head. Lisa shoved his hand away. "I'm not a whore," she spat. He laughed, and the sound was jarring. "Yeah? Try telling that to the fifteen guys sitting around you, the bartender you made out with, and the doorman you seduced. You're a whore." He grabbed her face and began to force her down to his cock when another man's hand freed her face. It was the gangster. "The lady is not a whore," he said quietly, dangerously. "And may I remind you that rape is still a felony in this country." The pirate swore and stuffed his cock back in his pants and walked away, probably to find a drunker woman to give him a blowjob. "Thanks," she told the gangster. "No problem," he replied, then gave the men around her a look. They quickly cleared out. He sat down on the stool beside her and in silence they watched the mass group of people in front of them. It was probably about nine o'clock now, so the party had been going for about an hour. And already the people had begun to have...fun. Lots of women had lost their tops and others were giving blowjobs. Most all of them were making out. So that's why her father didn't want her here. It was a sex party. Masquerade Madness 03 She turned her head and noticed that the gangster had been staring at her. Suddenly, she couldn't do anything. Did he expect her to make out with him, take her top off, and give him a blowjob? In front of all these people? She didn't know what to do, she could barely breathe. She choked on the smoke in the air. What happened to the sexy, confident woman she was two minutes ago? Well, she had obviously disappeared. Sexy Lisa had now turned into scared Lisa. She was scared to even look at him... "You look beautiful tonight," he said, and she heard the sincerity ring true in his voice. "Thank you," she replied with a smile. "You look pretty hot." She blushed as he chuckled. That comment had slipped out of her mouth before she'd even thought about it! "Well, thank you very much. I'm honored to be thought of as hot by such a lady." Lisa looked at him out the corner of her eye and noticed that he was staring at her lips. Her pink, full, supple lips. She knew what he wanted to do, but apparently he was a true gentleman and wouldn't take without permission. So she got up off her chair and stood in front of him, directly between his legs. She looked into his unsure eyes and then kissed him. Pure, hot, fiery passion took over. His arms snaked around her waist, knocking her hips into the barstool. It hurt, but she didn't care. She curled her fingers into the hair at the back of his head. His tongue flicked across her lips and she quickly granted him access. She had kissed the bartender like this, but there was none of this fire. Her skin was crawling, and she wanted him to explore every inch of her body with that tongue. With much effort, she broke apart and they stood there panting with their arms around each other. Sexy Lisa was back. "Not to sound like a whore," she whispered, "but do you want to...find a room?" He kissed her fiercely and pulled away, leaving her slightly disappointed, and then slid off the barstool and led her out of the entry hall. His arm was wrapped firmly around her waist as they walked. During the make out session, her top had shifted upwards slightly, and his fingers rested on the bare skin of her hip. Her skin burned where his fingers made contact. It took a couple tries, but they finally found an unoccupied bedroom. She had no sooner closed the door than she was pressed up against it. She knocked his hat off as she wound her arms around his neck. He grabbed her leg and hitched it over his hip. She pressed herself against him, trying to touch as much of him as possible. He lifted her other leg and she wrapped it around his waist. With one hand wound in her wig and the other supporting her lower back, he carried her over to the bed and laid her down on it. He managed to unbutton his vest before her clawing hands pulled him back over her. He was on his hands and knees over her, and she quickly undid his tie and began working on the buttons of his shirt. Briefly he pulled back to take off his shirt, vest, and tie. Then he kissed her again and her hands explored his bare torso, as if trying to memorize the beautiful contours of his body. He pressed his lips to her neck and she moaned, arching her back, which made her breasts brush against his chest. His hands started working her shirt up as his mouth returned to hers. She gently pushed him away so she could take the top off without disturbing her wig. She was about to take out the headband, but it wasn't there. She wasn't able to contemplate where it might have fallen out, because he pushed her back onto the bed, his hands massaging her firm tits through the bra. Thank you, Mom, she thought. Her mother might be a cheating slut, but she did have good taste in lingerie. Her gangster moved his kisses down to her breasts, and his fingers teased the edges of her bra cups before moving to her back. She arched up again and he planted a kiss in her cleavage. Then, in one swift flick, he unhooked her bra. Quickly, he removed the garment and then sat back on her hips, just staring at her. "Is something wrong?" Lisa asked as she panted. Suddenly she was worried her body wasn't as great as she thought it was. He shook his head and dove for her right breast, taking the already hardening nipple in his mouth. Her left breast was tended to by his hand. "There's absolutely nothing wrong," he said, and she relished in the feeling of his mouth as it moved around her areola. "You're perfect." He moved his mouth to the other breast. She moaned with delight as he licked, swirled, sucked, and nibbled her sensitive nipples. She had one of her hands knotted in his hair and the other massaged her free breast. She shivered as his hand trailed down her smooth stomach and played with the edge of her skirt. Oh God, she had never desired anything so much! She took her hands down and tried shimmying her skirt down, then he did it for her. It fell to her ankles and she kicked it off. He planted kisses on her stomach, and moved down down down. Her whole body shivered with anticipation. One hand lightly, cautiously, rubbed her already soaking clit through her panties. "Mmm, yes!" she moaned loudly with delight, and his hand stayed there, rubbing with a rhythm, as he planted kisses along the edge of her panties. Her hands were above her head and making knots in the bed sheets. Her body twisted with pleasure, and she was practically purring. He pulled away and she was about to protest when she realized that he was unhooking her garters so he could take her panties off. This is it, she thought. It's really happening. Of course, she'd had sex before, a couple times with her ex-boyfriend. But he wasn't very good, and the sex was totally not fulfilling. She regretted that he was the one to pop her cherry. But she could tell that sex with this man – with this glorious, beautiful man – was going to be different. "You," he said huskily, sending electric shivers all over her body, "are exquisite." She was so glad she'd gone with the Brazilian. He placed a finger at her belly button and slowly trailed it down to her pussy. Softly, he traced her labia and noticed with enjoyment how she squirmed. "Please," she gasped out. He, being a gentleman, complied with her request and stuck his fingers into her. "Yes!" she exclaimed, back arching. She swayed her hips against her fingers, loving the fact that she could feel him inside her. "Lick me, eat me!" He bent his face down and licked her clit, causing all sorts of exclamations to come from her. He felt the walls of her pussy clenching around his fingers. So he increased the speed of his fingering and sucked her clit even harder. Her body was stiff with pleasure. "Oh, oh – FUCK!" she screamed. He spread her pussy lips with his fingers and delved his tongue deep into her sweet snatch. Oh, she tasted so fucking good! She was unlike anyone he'd ever tasted before, and she reacted so sexily to his touch. He never wanted to stop. He could eat her for the rest of eternity. Her legs stiffened and she screamed silently as ripples came down her stomach. Her sweet pussy suctioned around his tongue, and he knew she was close to climaxing. He attacked her clit again and suckled it with a passion while pumped three fingers in and out of her cunt. "Yeeees!" she screamed, and then began to cum. Wave after wave splashed out on to his hands, and he licked all of it up. Once her orgasm began to wane, he removed his fingers from her pussy and stuck them in her mouth. She licked them hungrily. She grabbed his head and brought his mouth down on her again. Their tongues danced together, and she loved tasting herself in his mouth. It was so fucking sexy. Lisa forced him to lay down and smiled mischievously at the tent in his pants. She gently rubbed it and he gasped with longing. Wasting no time, she undid his pants and quickly slid them off, along with his shoes and socks. Then she bent over him and licked his cock through his boxers. "Ohhh," he moaned, closing his eyes. "Baby, yes." She used one hand to gently rub his rod as she teasingly licked the top of it – all still through the fabric of his boxers. He glared at her and she giggled, then took off his boxers and gasped. She'd never seen a dick so big. It had to be at least nine inches, and it wasn't even fully erect. As she wrapped a hand around it she realized it was also incredibly thick. Using her tongue, she lapped up the precum that was already there. She swirled her tongue around the tip and then closed her mouth around it. But it was so BIG! She licked up and down his shaft like she'd seen Sally and the wife do in the porno she'd watched earlier. Then she used both hands to massage it, and she could feel it swelling in her hands. "Suck my cock," he commanded in a dark, husky voice. Lisa placed her mouth around his cock again, and then one of his hands grabbed the back of her head and began to ease her up and down the thick, stiff rod. Oh, it tasted so good! "Yes, baby, ohhh," he moaned as she used one hand to fondle his sack. She pulled her mouth off with a popping sound, then quickly went back down. She slurped up and down his cock, massaging it with her hands. She felt him buck, and his member twitched violently. Then a volcano of cum erupted and sprayed all over her breasts. She licked up the wads that had landed on him, and then he flipped her onto her back. His warm tongue darted out and licked his cum off of her, and then they kissed and she swallowed all that was in his mouth. He pressed his body against her, and his cock rubbed deliciously on her stomach; it was hard and large as a steel pipe. She couldn't take it any longer, and ground her pelvis against his. "Fuck me," she whispered in his ear. "Fuck me hard." "Do you have -?" She shook her head. "Pill. That okay?" He responded by kissing her fiercely and sucking her tongue into his mouth. She took that as a yes. He slid down her body and spread her legs. He playfully swatted her thighs and puss with his member. She cried out impatiently and shoved her hips toward him, and he placed the tip of his cock at the opening of her throbbing cunt. He knew he was larger than most and didn't want to hurt her. But they were both well lubricated, so it shouldn't hurt too badly. Lisa became impatient and thrusted her hips again, and the head of his cock entered her with a pop. She gasped at the thrill his being inside her gave her. She twisted at her nipples and wriggled her hips slightly, encouraging him to enter her more. He placed his hands at her hips and slowly, inch by inch, entered her. She moaned and purred as he slid his member along her wet corridor. "Damn, you're tight!" he exclaimed. Oh, she knew it. She could feel him inside her, filling every inch of her, stretching her pussy walls to the max. But still she wanted more, more, more! And he obliged, and with one thrust he was totally within her. She cried out with ecstasy, loving that he could fill her completely. He bent over and kissed her. Then he began moving slowly in and out of her, his balls hitting her ass every time he entered. She whimpered and begged for more. "What's your name?" he asked as he slid his shaft into her. "My name?" she asked dazedly. Oh God. Her father would be so ashamed. She was fucking a random stranger, obviously older than her, and they hadn't even exchanged names. She couldn't give him her real name, but she didn't want to deny him one. "Juliet," she replied after a moment, and she hoped he hadn't noticed her pause. He didn't, he was too busy fucking her. Juliet was a good choice, seeing as Lisa was in theatre at her high school and currently their drama department was putting on Shakespeare's most classic tragedy, Romeo and Juliet. She was Juliet. "I'm - " he started. "No," she cut in. "Don't tell me. Not yet." He smiled. "Then let me be your Romeo." Her Romeo. She loved the sound of that, especially as he was shoving his cock deep inside her. "Romeo, oh Romeo," she moaned. "Fuck me harder!" He chuckled. "I'm not sure that's in the script." "Deleted scenes," she replied saucily, and the look on her face turned him on even more. He laughed, but obliged with her request. His thrusts became harder and faster, his hips slamming into her every time. Her body shook with every shove, and she felt as through she would come apart at the seams if he rammed her any harder. And he did. He increased his speed and she cried out loudly. "Yes!" she screamed. "Yes, baby, there! That's it! Ohhh, fuuuuuck!" She moved her hips in rhythm with his, and her body trembled as it threatened to orgasm again. His cock was swelling within her, and she felt it twitch and she knew he was there too. "Almost there!" she shouted, arching her back up. He slammed her cunt with his cock so hard she was sure she would break. And then, with one final push, she came. He pulled out, although she didn't want him to, and cum cascaded out of her gaping hole. He came all over her belly and then lapped at her pussy again. His tongue felt so good, and she used her hands to rub his cum all over her stomach and breasts, although she wished he'd cummed inside her. He finished licking her clit clean and returned to kissing her. She put herself on top of him and began to lick every inch of his body, as if she were marking her territory. She wanted him to be hers, and nobody else's. All this licking was nice, but she really wanted his cock buried inside her again. So she rolled off the bed and pulled him off too, then forced him into a large armchair in the corner of the room. Sexily, she swung her hips as she came forward and knelt in front of him. Her hands fastened around his rod and it quickly revived. "Come here," her Romeo growled, and grabbed her hips, pulling her forward. She obeyed and straddled his lap, yet didn't sit down yet. His face was pressed in her tits and he licked and suckled the erect nipples. Then she reached behind her and wrapped her hand around her cock. And slowly, she eased herself down on to it. They both moaned with pleasure as soon as it was completely within her. His hands were planted on her hips, and hers were on the arms of the chair. Then she began to bounce up and down. The sounds of her ass hitting his thighs filled the air, along with their moans. Her breasts bounced teasingly in his face as he moved, and he nipped playfully at them. Somehow, his cock was hitting all new spots within her at this new angle. And it felt so good! She switched tactics and moved her hips in a delicious rocking motion, which felt even better. He grabbed her head and shoved his tongue down her throat, but she never stopped circling her pelvis around his cock. "Mm, baby – oh, oh!" she purred. He decided to take this into his own hands, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then he put his hands on her butt cheeks – her perfect, sweet, round butt cheeks – and stood up. She got the message and wrapped her legs around his waist, using them to propel herself up and down his shaft. It felt like he was even deeper in her! As if that was even possible! She moaned and clawed his back, but he didn't seem to mind. He grunted with every pump and his face was filled with passion. "You," he panted as she bounced up and down, "are the best." Lisa wrinkled her nose, thinking that he was just being nice. He paused their fuck to kiss her, and quickly commenced driving his member into her snatch. "I mean it," he said. "Best I've ever had." She purred, delighted with the thought that she was somebody's best. The best, the best, the best...It became a mantra that she chanted in her head. She chanted in rhythm with his thrusts, and she could feel another orgasm building. "Better than my wife." She froze, and shoved against him to make him stop fucking her. She stared at him with horrified eyes as he held her there, his cock deep within her. His wife?! She didn't remember seeing a ring. And although the sex was so fucking fantastic – probably the best sex on the face of the earth – Lisa's orgasm quickly disappeared and was replaced with guilt. She wouldn't help this man cheat on his wife. Cheating had destroyed her father, and she refused to be "the other woman." "You're MARRIED?!" she exclaimed. He shook his head apologetically. "Divorced." "Oh." "That okay?" She squeezed her legs and bounced herself up and down on his cock again. He took that as a yes wrapped his arms tightly around her. He went to his knees and laid her on the floor, then flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She was upset for a moment since he had to pull his cock out of her so she could switch positions. Hungrily, she pawed behind her for his member. "Greedy little thing," he murmured. "You're all mine, baby," she retorted. "Glad to hear that." He reached forward and pressed her head down so she was resting her forehead on her folded arms, and her ass was in the air. He leaned forward and licked her dripping pussy, making her moan again, and then mercilessly forced his pistol in her. "Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed. "Like that?" he grunted between thrusts. "L-love – ohh, more! Fuck, baby!" she shrieked, the pain and pleasure mixing together for a delicious contrast of feelings. She could feel the urge to orgasm rise up within her. She stuck her hand down between her legs and rubbed furiously at her clit. Her body began to quiver. "Almost there!" she shouted. "Mm, oh – OHHHH!" It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had in her entire life. Her cum exploded around his cock, and he kept pummeling her pussy with a ravenous rhythm. He kept pumping right until he moaned and she knew he was going to orgasm too. She felt him begin to pull out. "No, no!" she cried. "Don't pull out!" He paused and she rocked back on her knees to keep him sliding in and out of her. She never wanted to be separated from his cock. "In me," she panted. "Always in me!" He obliged, and began battering her pussy again. She screamed and cried out, hand massaging her clit again. Then he slammed into her, his balls spasmed, and she felt his warm, hot cum burst into her pussy. "Ahhh," she moaned softly, delighted with the feeling of his cum in her. He knelt, his dick still in her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up against his body. He kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts from behind. She turned her head and they kissed. They pulled apart and her eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. And her body froze. 11:12 Her father said he would be back a little after midnight. She had to go now! "I have to go!" she exclaimed, leaping up. His dick – regrettably – fell out of her and she ran around the room, grabbing up her clothing and putting it on. He watched her with heartbreaking confusion. "Where are you going?" he asked. "I'm late," she replied, clasping her bra on and then pulling her top over her head. "For what? It's eleven o'clock at night," he countered. "I just have to go!" she exclaimed, not wanting to look at him. He caught her wrist as she turned, and their eyes met. "Stay," he whispered, and that one word broke her heart. God, he was so hot. And so sexy. And so full of wanting – for her! Why was she walking away from this?! "I can't," she said softly. She leaned forward and kissed him again, their tongues dueling for dominance. He won, and she melted in his arms. Until she remembered that she had to go. She pulled away and looked sadly at him. Then she unfastened the black ribbon choker necklace with the dark teal rhinestones. She gave it to him. "To remember me by," she said. He took the choker and then walked over to his pile of clothing. He picked up the tie and handed it to her.