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At Last

By: BadKittiy



Sex had been scarce for Lola the past week since her husband Aran had had a few extra jobs to do. They ran their own business and it was beginning to pick up and they were never free for very long at the same time. But today was Sunday and they were both free for the entire day. However Aran was gone to play basketball with his best friend. Lola was flipping through their collection of porn magazines, and beginning to feel her pussy throb. She picked up the portable phone from the table and dialed Aran's cell phone. 

He assured he that he was already on his way home. Lola's mind was at it's creative peak as she hung up the phone. Knowing that she only had about fifteen minutes to do what she needed to do, she ran through the house to their bedroom. She flung open the closet door and pulled out two large duffle bags and a metal case. The first duffle bag contained her favorite array of toys. Lola grabbed the pink jelly vibrator and check it's batteries. IT worked just fine and she placed it on the night stand by the bed. Next she pulled out a long, slim, black dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. She walked over to the wall across from the bed and lined it up with her pussy and ass. She stuck it to the wall and made sure it was there to stay. 

Then there was a brown dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. This was her favorite because it had a nice, African color that made a good color combination with her ivory skin. She placed this one on a thigh high island in the room. The island was used for sexual purposes but could be covered up for guests. The rest of that bag was movies. No time for those now. The next bag she opened contained more items. She removed three candle holders. Then she fished around for the candles and lighter for them. She lit the candles and placed them close to the bed. These weren't for light, but for the hot wax that she loved. 

Next she found an audio tape that she had made for Aran. She ran into the living room and put it into the stereo that piped music throughout the house. She placed the tape on repeat play. Back in the bedroom Lola searched through various leather items she liked. She finally decided that getting a blindfold out wasn't such a bad idea. She retrieved the soft blindfold and put it on the bed. Next she went for the metal case. She popped the locks on it, hearing the tape begin to play. The sounds of her own moans made her cunt wetter. Inside the case was a camcorder. She set the tripod up and positioned the recorder on it. 

Then she pulled out a magazine from the bag. This one was set aside from the other collection on the coffee table because it had her favorite shot. A side view of a black cock entering a girl's ass and her pussy dripping cum down her thighs. Outside she heard the distinct sound of the diesel engine of Aran's street car pull up. She double checked everything with a blink of the eye. She climbed on the bed with her ass facing the door and got on her knees. 

Her ass cheeks spread giving Aran an instant view of her tight rosebud and large, swollen twat. She grabbed the magazine and laid it carefully on her open ass. Balancing that she grabbed the blindfold and slipped it on as she heard the front door open. She heard Aran begin to say something until he heard the tape's screams and moans. The door shut and she heard Aran making his way quickly to the room. Lola heard the door fling open and Aran make the sweetest grunt she had ever heard. She felt him move up behind her. There was the rustle of clothing being shed. 

Then she felt him scoot up on the bed with her. Aran balanced himself on his knees and pressed his hard dick to the back of her pussy. He began to stroke it slightly for her pleasure. Lola groaned as the slight tip of Aran's black cock opened her pussy lips. he picked up the magazine from her ass and gently dropped it on the floor by the bed. He dipped his dick into her sloppy cunt and pressed it up to his balls. He stroked her fat cunt slowly, getting her ready. Then he pulled out and aimed it at her ass. Lola moaned as Aran leaned forward slightly. 

Throwing his weight into his cock. It slipped into her tight ass. Aran gave a load moan as her ass clasp around his monster, black prick and sucked it in deeper. His dark hands grabbed her fifty-nine inch hips and rocked them back onto his cock. His nuts slapped her open cunt as he rode her ass. Lola began to scream his name and other vulgarities. 

"Aran, yes, baby, yes," she slammed her wide ass back onto his dick. "Fuck me. God fuck me!" 

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna nut," was Aran's only response. 

Aran's rhythm became faster as he felt his orgasm build up to peak. It flowed over him in waves and spilled out of his prick into Lola's abused asshole. He crammed his cock deep into her ass and thrust until he had gotten the first orgasm out. 

He collapsed onto her back and lay still for a moment. He reached up and removed the blindfold. Aran looked his wife in the eyes and saw her pleasure as she panted with red cheeks. He had always liked how red her cheeks and titties became right after a nut. 

"Let me do you," Aran said as he began to lay down on the bed. Lola knew exactly what he had meant and was thrilled he had offered. She stood up on shaky legs maneuvered herself over Aran's face. Then she lowered her body so that her wet, white cunt was on his mouth. Lola held on to the head board as Aran's trained tongue slipped in and out of her twat. His tongue moved the length of her cunt and tickled her clit. Then he got serious. 

Aran's tongue made slow, painfully sweet circles around her clit. Circling her protruding clit and then flicking it quickly with his tongue have Lola all the persuasion she needed to nut again. As her cum came quickly she bore down on Aran's face the way he liked for her to and bucked on his tongue. After the last wave of the orgasm left her she fell helplessly off his face. Even as she rolled into a comfortable position Aran had already moved and was straddling her. She smiled at him and opened her mouth wide. Aran leaned over just a bit and met with her mouth. 

His long, hard brown cock slid down her throat. Her tongue pressed against the underneath side of it. Lola sucked it first. Just lying there sucking, not bobbing her head. Then she began to scale it with her lips. Taking his cock all the way to his balls and then pressing down with her lips and dragging them back up to the head of his dick. Lola moaned against his cock with her enjoyment. Aran took his own method and began to rock against Lola's mouth. 

She moaned her okay. Aran began to fuck Lola's mouth, using the head board for balance. His cock slipped in and out of her pink wet mouth and tapped the back of her throat repeatedly. When he couldn't hold back any longer, Aran let loose his cum in her mouth and felt it shoot down to her stomach. His wife sucked and swallowed the load until he was done. She smiled at him again after he had removed his prick form her mouth. 

To Be Continued...

At Last!



She stood in front of the desk, her back to me. Late afternoon sunlight poured through the window, penetrating her thin summer dress and illuminating, underneath, the body I desired so much. From my position by the door, her highlighted form and the white bra and panties that hugged her smooth skin, were so plainly visible. I followed the outline of her slightly parted legs up from the dress' hem to the enticing Y shaped gap at the top of her thighs. Was she aware of her casual exposure? I did not know, but it was more than my growing hardness could bare: I had longed to explore that forbidden body for so many years. I walked towards the desk.

"Have you seen these pictures?" she said, gazing down at a folder on the desk. I stood directly behind her and looked over her right shoulder at the photographs. She sensed my closeness and, in some small surprise, turned her puzzled face to me.

"They were taken at my 21st birthday party." she said self-consciously and immediately looked back at the photos. I remained standing inches from her, bathing in her intoxicating scent and admiring the displayed top of her heaving breasts. With a quickening breath and nervous hands, she flattened the corners of the folder, straightening creases that did not exist. My warm breath washed over her almost bare shoulder. Swallowing dryly, she brought up her hand to play at the necklace that lay draped across her cleavage.

"I was very pretty then." she said shakily and raised her head to look out of the window.

"You still are." I whispered as I drew her hair gently to one side. 

Unable to stop myself, I lightly kissed the nape of her neck. She sighed, tilting her head back and to the side, offering her neck to my lips and the tender kisses that travelled slowly up towards her ear. She flinched slightly when I placed my hands upon her hips and then groaned, almost imperceptibly, as I ran my hands down the sides of her thighs. Knowing now, that she welcomed my touch, I pressed myself against her body, the bulge in my jeans pushing between her soft, round buttocks. Trembling, she took my hands in hers and pulled my arms closely around herself, my biceps pushing her breasts together.

My heart was beating so hard, I felt sure she could feel it thumping against her body; I wanted her to feel it! With slow deliberation I placed more kisses down her neck and along to the curve of her shoulder. Placing her hands flat on the desk, she pushed her ass back into my growing erection, her hips gently gyrating..

"I want you so much." I said 

"Then fuck me." she replied, looking in to my eyes. 

I stepped back and turned her around. With a joyous feeling of disbelief, I took in her honest beauty and savoured the way she bit at her lower lip. My stomach twisted in yearning and desire. I cupped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me. We kissed, lightly at first, but as our mouths opened and our tongues met, a desperate urgency took over. At last, after all those frustrating years, her perfect lips were mine to feel and taste. 

Her hands clutched at my ass, and tugging hard, she ground my pelvis into hers. I could resist no longer and slipped the straps of both her dress and bra from her shoulders. After a moment of exquisite hesitation, I roughly pulled the straps downwards, setting her constrained breasts free. We broke off our kiss and I gazed down at her exposed tits, the taut nipples jutting outwards as if trying to touch me. Reaching back and clasping the edge of the desk, she pushed out her chest and glanced down impatiently at each raised breast.

"Kiss them." she pleaded. 

I slid my hands around her ass, lowered my head and closed my lips over a waiting nipple. My lips, teeth and tongue played with both of her proffered orbs in turn. Licking and nibbling, I felt each areola pucker and swell under my arousing touch. Whilst my hands kneaded and caressed her thinly covered ass, she stroked the back of my head, groaning quietly as she watched me wetly please her pink nipples.

Abruptly she lifted my head up and then dropped to her knees. With frantic desperation she undid my belt, button and fly, before hurriedly pulling down my jeans and boxers. My drooling cock sprang out and up to meet her eager lips. 

"Mmmmm" she moaned as my twitching manhood was taken hungrily into her mouth. Her head bobbed and her tongue writhed as she noisily sucked on me, her curled fingers pumping at the root of my rigid shaft . I entwined my hand in her hair and tugged at it, gently dragging her willing mouth farther down my length. A long gasp escaped my lips as I saw her taking so much of me deep inside her

"You could never know how long I've needed you." I said hoarsely. 

She stared up into my eyes, her full lips closed tightly over the base of my cock. To answer she pulled me from her mouth with a tongue flicking slurp and ran my slick phallus over her cheek, smearing her flushed skin in saliva and pre-cum.

"Since the day you watched me in the shower?" she asked with a dirty smile. I almost covered her naughty, knowing face in cum right there. 

She knew I was spying on her that day? The day she had brought herself to a shuddering orgasm in my bathroom, her hot body covered in white soapy foam and her glistening legs spread wide?

"You knew I was watching?" 

Lightly cupping my balls, she ran her wet tongue from the tight sack up to the top of my so very hard cock.

"That's why I made myself cum." she purred, kissing my red, throbbing tip.

With that confession, I had to stop my prick from exploding all over her. I reached down, grabbed her by the arms and lifted her up on to the desk. Sitting on the very edge, she pulled up her flowing dress, opened her legs and pulled her wet panties to one side.

"Make it yours baby." she said.

I dropped to my knees before the woman who had plagued my dreams and fantasies for so long. Grabbing her curved calves I pushed her legs even farther apart and gently kissed and bit at her inner thighs. Watching the expression of pleasure on her face I slowly drew my tongue nearer to her moist pussy and exposed asshole. 

She groaned and shook with anticipation as my hand joined hers in pulling the damp panty crotch to one side. With those pleading eyes, she urged me on and eventually, in response, I kissed her puckered asshole; feeling it spasm at the barest touch of my lips. Her free hand grasped the back of my head as she tried to push me harder against her, but I resisted. My tongue slipped and tickled around her asshole, making her gasp and whimper. I tasted the sweet saltiness of her skin as my lapping travelled up and down her smooth perineum, cruelly denying her pussy the attention it ached for. Her grip on my head became more insistent.

"Oh my God, lick it! Lick it!" she begged, her clenched fist pulling and stretching the thin panties to near breaking point in her desperation to have me taste her waiting hole. Juices flowed down and met my tongue and in ecstasy, I drank in the sweet smell and taste of her desire: her lust; her overwhelming need for me. 

I slowly licked along the outside of one swollen pussy lip, stopping just short of her barely covered clit, then repeated the teasing motion over her other pink fold. Her eyes were shut tight and her spread legs quivered in tortuous expectation as I prolonged the delicious agony. 

"Oh my." she whispered when at last, my tongue pushed between the wet, engorged labia and slowly entered her. Pouring juices flowed into my mouth with each slippery penetration and my neck muscles strained against her hand's constant urging for deeper relief. 

I placed the flat of my tongue upon her clit.

"OHHH YEAH" she breathed, her hand flexing rhythmically in my hair. I did not move, I just left myself pressed down hard over her squashed clit. Her hips began to gyrate and grind as she ran her pink, hard button against my spread tongue. With rising moans and curses she masturbated herself upon me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." she intoned when eventually I began to rub and twist my tongue upon her proud bud, my face becoming covered in the flowing juices of pleasure.

She clenched her fingers in my hair and dragged me away from her pussy.

"Quick, fuck me!" she said, her breathing shallow and her body sweating in the hot afternoon sunlight.

I stood up and pushed my dripping cock up through the now widely parted folds to rest upon her pearl. Her panties were now pulled round her ass cheek, the elastic stretched beyond any further use. She squirmed under the downward pressure of my held shaft. 

"FUCK ME!" she screamed.

I did. As soon as I slid into her ready hole I felt the heat of her tunnel flood over my cock, a heat that magically spread swiftly throughout my whole body. All the years of wanting, of frustration, of those nights alone imagining what we would do to each other, took away all self-control. I fucked her, not slowly or tenderly, but hard and fast. No finesse or gentle caresses now, I pumped and slammed into her wet, clenching pussy, my hands roughly kneading her ass, thighs and tits . The desk creaked and shifted under the intense pounding; papers, pens and books sent scattering in all directions. I wanted to possess all of her at once, to feel, to claim, to make her mine. We were both sweating now, our limbs slipping and sliding over each others writhing bodies in frenzied attempts to satisfy all lusts simultaneously.

We fucked, we took and gave; we eradicated all those years of longing..

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried. 

"Fill me!" she gasped.

I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, my tongue and lips, like the rest of me, trying to experience all of her. She flung her arms around my back, digging in her pawing fingernails, then wailed into my mouth as my deeply buried cock shot out the ocean of cum I so needed to give her. In union, our loins ground frantically together and our indistinct forms entwined into one. As I spurted and pumped I felt her shudder and contract upon my love for her, With a spinning dizziness and buckling knees, I yielded to the explosion of heart-wrenching pleasure that consumed me.

I held her so very tight.



At Last...



She waited, wondering if he would come. Knowing he would. 

He drove, wondering if she would be there. Knowing she would. 

Entering the driveway. Knowing the other car was hers. 

She met him at the door. They looked at each other not knowing quite what to say; only knowing what they both wanted. They made small talk. 

She took his hand. He pulled her to him and they kissed deeply, undressed quickly, exploring each other's bodies. They made their way to the bed and fell upon it, ravenous for each other. He crouched above her, nipping and licking from her forehead, winding his way down. His hands found her breasts and tugged at the nipples, feeling them harden. 

She gasped and explored him with her fingers. Her light touch aroused him further, feeling his back, his muscular shoulders. Trailing down his taught stomach and tickling his hard cock. He shivered at her caress, as her fingers traveled back under his scrotum, teasing him. 

He moved down and dragged his teeth along her light and playful, careful not to hurt, exploring the limits of her pleasure; trying to give as much as he could. Sucking and pulling at her nipples, licking the underside of each breast. His hands were firm and strong--worn but not rough. He found her center, massaging with an open palm in slow circles, following the crevice down and inserting a finger slowly, letting her wet it first. He stroked up and down slowly, finding her clitoris with the pad of his thumb, and sliding two fingers into her. Opening his mouth wide and trying to take an entire breast in. 

She moved beneath him, using both hands to tease him now and getting a better look at his organ. He turned and could smell her arousal. They were opposite each other now and she took him into her mouth. He almost cried out at the wet heat. She fondled his balls and tickled him with her tongue, driving him crazy. 

He dove and licked at her, in long firm laps from her clit all the way down, savoring not only the taste and feel of her, but also the sounds she made and the way her body reacted to him. 

He threw a leg over and now they were joined, attacking each other. His hard member buried in her mouth, his hot tongue probing her depth. He put each arm around each of her legs and reached around, wetting a fingertip and teasing her other orifice. She squirmed and sucked him deeper. She was breathing deeply through her nostrils and it tickled him, causing him to buck slightly. 

He opened wide and covered her labia with his mouth, trying to take all of her in. Lapping with his tongue at her hard clit, feeling himself nearing the edge as she toyed with him. 

Her legs came up and wrapped around him. Knowing she was close he probed deeper, licked longer, slid his entire face up and down and was soon covered with her juices as she bucked and gasped under him. He couldn't get enough of the feel, taste, smell of her, and tried to bury his face within her as she came. 

She attacked him. Devoured his shaft, licked his balls and slid a finger tip just inside him. That was all it took as he began to buck and spasm, emptying himself into her, feeling his body surge. She took all of him, bringing him down slowly. He casually licked her once more, enjoying the lingering fluids. 

He untangled himself from her, turning around and kissing her. They spooned for a bit. They talked for a bit.

Soon he was hard again and he mounted her slowly. They stroked and moved with each other, this time with an ease that spoke volumes. The air was filled with the smell of their musk and their pace gradually quickened. Her body arched. He threw himself in deeply and held, anchoring them. She cried out and gripped him, while he grunted and spent himself within her depths. They clasped each other and seemed frozen in time, feeling the jolts and spasms. Slick with each others' juices and sweat. 

As if they'd known each other for years.



At Last...



I meet her at the terminal, giddy at the prospect of what's to come. We've talked for months online, cybering until the sun came up in both our time zones, or on the phone, deafening each other with moans of ecstacy and anguished longing for the fantasy to be real. And yet there's always been this reservation neither has spoken, this fear kept hidden in the backs of our minds, that maybe we won't be compatible, maybe the phone and the keyboard is where it should stay, maybe this is a risk that shouldn't be taken. 

But risks not taken only turn into regrets.

She comes out from the boarding tunnel, and I recognize her from the photo she sent. Our eyes meet. We're both surprised--we've seen the pictures, but pictures only do so much. Her lips are slightly parted, then they form into a sinful smile. She walks up to me with arms raised for a hug. They feather down around my shoulders as my hands encircle her narrow waist and pull her close. She can feel my excitement through my jeans. She holds my face in her hands, her eyes on mine, that smile still in place. I kiss her mouth hungrily, hands running through her hair back from her temple to the back of her neck, holding her to me as she kisses me back with just as much enthusiasm. People are walking around us, some smiling, some scowling at the display. We go right on, until we come up for air, and I whisper, "Let's not wait 'till the hotel." She knows what I mean, and her eyes start to scan our surroundings. She spots an empty waiting area and a ladies' room near it, her hand takes mine and starts to lead me, but I see where she's headed and it almost becomes a footrace.

As we hoped, the bathroom's empty, as soon as we're past the door she's in my arms again, kissing me wildly, her tongue thrashing over mine, soft whimpers and gasps escaping as our mouths open and close around each other. I take hold of her by the undersides of her thighs and lift her up, her legs closing around my hips as I carry her to the countertop with the sink. As I sit her down my mouth nuzzles her neck, my tongue gliding along her jawline from her earlobe down to her collarbone, then back up and along her jaw to her open, panting mouth. I pull her soft, shiny shirt with the spaghetti straps up out of her jeans to feel the warm skin of her back under my fingertips, letting them slip down the seam into the seat of her pants, feeling the soft skin of her ass and the line of her silk panties. 

"Yessss," she purrs into my ear just before biting down on my earlobe, her hands already up under my shirt, roaming up my back along the sides of my spine, eager, flexed fingers caressing. I reach around and tug the front of her jeans until they fly open, the zipper sliding down, and she holds herself up on her hands and lifts her ass so I can slide them down to her knees, scooting my head between her legs and pressing my tongue against her pussy, licking through the gusset of her black panties, feeling, smelling, and tasting the wetness already seeping from within her. She lets out a loud groan and presses her hips against me, her hands in my hair, holding my head to her. I reach up and pull her panties away so I can feel her under my tongue directly. I bring my hand up, extending my forefinger and slipping it between her lips as my lips close around her clit. As it enters her to the second joint, I bend it inwards towards my mouth, tracing every soft and rough spot inside her that I can reach, rubbing her walls. Her intake of breath is a loud hiss as I probe her, followed by a loud moan, her legs starting to squeeze, her fingers tightening in my hair.

At some point someone actually walks in. I can't see her because of where I'm positioned, and my friend pays her no mind. I hear a stall door behind us close shortly after she walks in. I push a second finger inside her, twisting my wrist as both fingers enter her to the knuckle, her tightening walls being pulled as they cling to my digits. Slowly I spread those fingers apart like a pair of scissors, bring them back together and spread them further apart, stretching her, all the while licking and sucking greedily at her clit and lips. Her breath quickens, her legs squeezing intermittently, she leans back on her hands and presses her hips against my face even harder, her pussy squeezing my fingers as they move inside and explore her. 

It's faint at first, but soon we both can hear a soft moaning coming from behind us, from the stall, and the person who came in, sitting there, listening to my lovely friend groan and shout. The sounds of our listener make me want my friend to cum, and my fingers start pistoning in and out of her, wrist turning each time, fingers bent and probing, spreading apart each time they enter her fully. My mouth renews its assault, my lips closing around her clit and sucking it back towards my throat, then holding it in my mouth while my tongue circles and lashes over it, pressing down with the tip just above it. 

Her panting grows louder, punctuating the moans and whimpers that explode from her open mouth, until she lets out a shout that makes my ears ring, every muscle in her body locking, her fingers pulling my hair as her legs shudder over and over. Mingled with her shouts I can hear our observers moans crescendo and peak, subsiding into whimpers and sighs. I withdraw my sopping wet fingers and rub them over her lips, my mouth still moving over her clit, each lick and kiss bringing forth another shudder, another quake of her slowly relaxing body. Her hands slip down from my scalp, reaching to cup my face and raise me up to her, and as I slip between her legs, still confined by her jeans bunched up at her ankles, we kiss, and she licks the juices of her passion from my lips, and smiles at me her sultry gaze promising more.

Pushing her jeans from one of her ankles to free her legs, I place myself between them and lift her from the countertop by the bottoms of her thighs. Her hands interlace behind my neck, her eyes on mine as I carry her into another stall, the one neighboring our audience member. She releases my neck to close the door behind us, and as I set her down, I reach into my pocket and pull out a wrapped condom.

“I was hoping you might help me put this on.”

Her lips part into a wicked grin as she takes the packet from my hand. She places it between her teeth as her hands slip down to my belt buckle, pulling the strap free, her fingers deft and sure as she unbuttons my jeans. She stops for a moment to take her jeans off her other ankle and put them on the floor for her to kneel on. Her hands return to the waist of my jeans, taking hold and pulling them down past my knees and over my calves. With flexed fingers her hands travel back up my legs, over my thighs to the waistband of my boxer briefs, my cock now poking them outwards towards her. She lifts her face to look up at me, her approval clear and shining in her eyes.

“Later I’m going to do this to you very slowly, but since we’re not exactly safe here …” With a yank she pulls the waistband down and over my cock, hanging parallel with the floor, pointed right at her. Taking the condom packet from her teeth, her mouth devours me, a growl escaping from her throat as she takes my entire length, sucking in the head first, then drawing the rest of my shaft back towards her throat. Her cheeks hollow when I’m fully engulfed, and the sensation of her tongue caressing the soft, sensitive skin along the underside of my penis sends shivers through my body. She pulls back, letting her lips linger at the tip of the head, giving it a single kiss. She takes hold of me in her hand and pushes my cock up toward my belly to lick along the underside, the tip of her tongue drawing patterns along its veiny length. Her tongue slips between my balls, the tip swirling over and under them, her hand on my cock now stroking its length. She takes each of them between her lips, the suction on my sac pulling me towards her mouth. When she releases my scrotum, her tongue flies back up along my shaft. Her mouth consumes me again, and as she begins to bob her head up and down, I hear her ripping open the condom packet with her now-free hands.

Her mouth releases me, and in a moment she’s fitting the condom’s ring over the tip of my cock and pushing it downward, sheathing me completely. She stands, reaching up and placing her hands on my shoulders. “Have a seat, sweetie,” she says, pushing me back until I’m sitting on the toilet. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the day we met.”

She steps over my thighs and straddles my hips, holding my shoulders as she lowers herself into my lap. My hands on her hips guide the path of her pelvis until I feel my tip touch her lips and spread them. As her warmth envelops me, my eyes close, my head tilts back, and I hear her groan as she pushes herself down. She kisses me ferociously, her mouth open over mine, tongue pushing its way down my throat. With me fully inside her, she begins to rock her hips towards and away from me, pressing her clit against my pelvic bone with each motion. Her motions quicken, and soon her moans and whimpers are punctuated only by rapid, panting breaths.

In the stall next to us I can hear our audience member again, her moans a higher pitch than my lover’s, their frequency quickening as our pace intensifies. I know her pleasure at listening to us is feeding my lover’s hunger. She breaks our kiss, throwing her head back as she uses her legs and her hands on my shoulders to push and pull herself harder onto me.

“God, I want to come,” she says between breaths. “Fuck me ‘til I come … baby, make me come.” I take her by the hips and pull her down into my lap, pushing my heels into the floor to lift my pelvis and meet her thrusts. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding on to me as I thrust myself up into her over and over, feeling my own explosion nearing. 

Next to us I hear a voice pleading. “Fuck her. Fuck her hard. Make her come …”

I feel my lover’s legs go rigid, her tightness spasming around me as I continue to thrust. Her mouth near my ear, she cries out, “God, don’t stop! I’m coming! Don’t fucking stop!” The shouted command pushes me over the edge, and I erupt inside her, my own muscles locking after a final upwards thrust. I cry out, but over my own voice I hear the woman in the stall next to us reach her omega as well, her shout the last of our shared sounds of lust. 

For long moments we just hold each other, our breathing slowing, my penis softening inside her. I feel as though we both might asleep, but then the door to the neighboring stall opens, and a voice says, “Thanks, you guys. I really needed that. Enjoy your stay.” A second later, the outer bathroom door opens and closes, and we’re alone.

“Oh, I intend to,” my lover says, looking down at me and licking her lips. “Now let’s get to the hotel so we can do this right.”

“Want to wait that long? I was already thinking about the car …”

… to be continued 



At Last...



Joanna could not remember exactly how she had come to be pinned on the floor looking into the eyes of Matthew...

She remembered teasing him about his choice in women, or something like that, while they watched TV side by side on his black leather couch. Unexpectedly, he playfully tackled her and they went rolling onto the floor, laughing as each struggled to come out the victor...

Matthew had clearly won. His thick arms and strong hands pushed Joanna's long, delicate hands into the carpet. She knew she had no chance of winning in the first place and enjoyed knowing she'd have no choice but to give in to his strength. She enjoyed the smile on his face as he breathed heavily. She enjoyed his probing fingers tickling her until she screamed with excitement. With her scream, Matthew seemed to snap out of his playful mood and now wore a face of intensity while looking down into Joanna's eyes. 

"What?" Joanna asked with a smile.

"Oh, nothing...it's just...there's something about me being on top of you and making you scream..." he grudgingly admitted. 

Joanna's face flushed and her body grew degrees warmer in seconds. How did she get to this point when she promised herself she'd behave while they were alone? She feared not being able to control herself. Even touching him was more than she could handle. There was some kind of fire between herself and Matthew she couldn't control...didn't want to control anymore. 

She looked up at his furrowed expression, then down to his mouth and thought about his tongue ring. She had thought about it many times. Her partner didn't have piercings and for some reason, the idea of smooth metal on soft, wet skin had always appealed to her. Her body grew noticeably warmer again and she turned away slightly to hide her flush. Still holding her hands into the ground, Matthew leaned down and kissed Joanna's neck. The kiss multiplied slowly and drifted up toward her jaw. Joanna's breathing rapidly increased as Matthew allowed the full weight of his body to press her. Her arms were released as he went down to his elbows and the kisses lain upon her neck transformed into small bites. His bites were gentle, and yet firm. Enough to cause Joanna to whimper in exquisite pleasure and pain. 

Joanna's mind raced. Her mind told her to say no, get up, and leave...perhaps never come back just to be safe. Yet, the kisses from Matthew's wanting lips and the bites from his greedy teeth were enough to have Joanna reeling into desire. She did want him. She wanted so badly to lose herself to him and give him complete control. Matthew's lips wandered over Joanna's neck and jaw and stopped before her mouth. A moment of hesitation passed as they looked into each other's eyes. Matthew's eyes begged to go on and Joanna could stand it no longer. Her arm reached up and pulled his face into hers, feeling his lips for the first time. She moaned gently.

It was all over now...her resistance, her control...she surrendered to her urgent instincts and enjoyed his hands rushing over her clothed stomach and breasts. His lips opened, parting her own and his warm tongue found hers. Joanna couldn't seem to catch her breath or control the fire being ignited between her legs. His tongue sought out all the crevices and alleys of her mouth and she dug her nails into the back of Matthew's neck lightly. Her tongue found the smooth metal ball it had been waiting for. 

Matthew pulled out for a moment and whispered, "Play with it...use your tongue." 

Joanna couldn't bear to have his mouth away from hers and pulled him back to her. Her tongue's tip danced around the warm metal as their bodies writhed against each other. Joanna's sense of urgency was heightened by Matthew's own as she felt his hard cock growing between them. A surge began when Matthew grew so hot he removed his shirt and came back down upon Joanna. She knew how long he had waited to get her alone all to himself. She knew he wanted her for a long time. 

Joanna's arms reached around Matthews back and explored the supple muscles along his flanks as he began planting kisses further and further down her chest while teasing her mouth with his fingers. Matthew stood up, helped Joanna up, and led her quickly to the leather couch, where he removed her shirt as quickly and gently as he could in his animalistic haste. He moved in close, breathing heavily as he gazed over her luminous, large breasts encased in a black lace bra. The bra was quickly removed and within seconds, they were at each other again. Joanna's long legs drifted apart as she reclined and Matthew laid himself heavily between them, kissing her lips and then moving down to her exposed breasts. The intensity of Matthew's tongue ring against her nipples was enough to make Joanna's hips buck and her back arch. Matthew pinched, then squeezed her taut nipples and licked them with ardent fervour. 

Joanna's moans were growing louder and she couldn't help dragging her sharp nails up Matthew's long back with each rush of ecstasy. His face twisted in slight pain, causing him to pinch and bite her nipples a bit harder as she scratched. She writhed under his touch and bucked her hips against his pressing groin. Matthew began rubbing her breast with the palm of his hand and came back up to kiss her again, driving his tongue into her mouth. His cock grew harder as Joanna rubbed her body against his hips. 

Matthew could take no more teasing and began slipping off the tiny skirt Joanna had been wearing. Her black, lacy underwear went with it and as her body lay there exposed and inviting, Matthew had to hold himself back from taking her there and now. He knew she had longed for his tongue with the teasing metal ball and his thick, long fingers to stretch her. 

Joanna's hips continued bucking gently as her lover ran his hands down her inner thighs, teasing them open. She whimpered and begged, "Please tease my pussy..."over and over. Matthew had waited a long time for this...for her to beg and be completely at his mercy. He lowered his face near her warm cunt and breathed in her addictive scent. With his thumb, he rubbed her clitoris in gentle circles while using the tip of his tongue on her outer lips. Joanna gasped and breathed out quickly, her pussy beginning to contract slowly. His thick fingers pulled her swelled lips apart to expose the wet, dark pink flesh of her cunt. 

Joanna whimpered and tried to control her bucking as Matthew whispered in a deep, teasing voice, "you want my tongue, don't you?" 

She managed a feeble, breathy, "yes....please..." 

Her hands ran through Matthew's hair, eventually trying to bring his face into her pussy. Matthew yielded, as he could hardly restrain himself, and used the tip of his tongue at her entrance, barely licking the surface, making her cry out softly. Finally, as he could not take anymore, Matthew pressed his tongue ring against the engorged flesh of her clitoris. Joanna moaned loudly and smiled, rubbing against his face and pulling his hair. Laying his tongue flat and wide, he dragged his tongue up from the bottom of her entrance to her sensitive clitoris and flicked it quickly. His tongue passed between her red inner lips and Joanna felt as if she'd pass out from the ecstasy of his tongue ring pressing against her entrance. 

She did her best to control herself, but when he began rolling his tongue ring over her clitoris faster and faster, she cried out, "harder!...faster!...oh, yeeesssss..." 

Matthew inserted a finger into her dripping pussy and felt her clenching down hard around it. 

She moaned, "another finger, use another..." and Matthew slowly pushed two thick fingers into her seizing cunt. 

She gasped and writhed so much Matthew had to restrain himself from having his way with her. His two fingers went in and out of her slippery entrance and built up speed. His tongue, rubbing with constant pressure over her clit, caused her to tighten and convulse. Joanna didn't expect the rush of pleasure between her legs and yelled out as her orgasm took over...

Matthew slowed his tongue and fingers and smiled. He'd given the woman of his dreams an orgasm. 

She looked at him, breathing heavily, and confessed, "I've never had an orgasm at the hand of another person before." 

Matthew smiled and stood up. She sat up and noticed the huge bulge in his jeans and asked if she could see what he was hiding. As he removed his pants and boxers, a huge, throbbing cock emerged. Joanna's eyes stared at the member hovering at eye level and took it in both of her hands. Her long fingers and soft flesh caused his knees to weaken and when she began stroking up and down the length of his shaft, he had to hold on to the couch back for support. He had dreamed of Joanna manipulating his cock and ogling over it the way she was now. The idea of his fantasy coming true almost caused him to lose control and cum. 

She looked up at him with her hypnotic blue eyes and lowered her mouth onto his manliness. She made her mouth tight and wet, pushing his cock into her mouth and then sucking hard as he pulled out. He knew he couldn't take much more of this when what he really wanted was to fuck her. He wanted to have her and make her scream.

Her speed picked up and Matthew had to stop her abruptly, pushing her back down onto the couch. He put one of her legs up onto the high back of the couch and the other down onto the floor. Her legs being spread wide and her entrance still so wet and inviting made his cock jump. 

As he lowered himself onto her, he whispered in her ear, "I've been waiting so long for this..." 

To his surprise, she answered, "so have I."

Her hands wrapped around his back as he brought the tip of his cock to her hot, slick entrance. 

As he barely skimmed the smooth inner lips of her needy cunt with the head of his cock, she whined and whimpered, "please, don't tease me anymore...I need you inside me..." and with that, Matthew pushed inside for the first time, nearly going blind from pleasure. 

Joanna's nails gripped into his back, leaving swollen, red half-moon marks. Matthew moaned in blissful agony from the tense grip in her nails and swollen cunt. He pulled his cock out slowly, enjoying the way her pussy didn't want to let him go, and then pushed back into her again. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, their tongues searching wildly between their lips. With each powerful thrust driven into her, Joanna moaned and dug her nails into Matthew's back and shoulders. Joanna's cunt began to tighten and pulse as Matthew's cock rushed in and out of her. Her breathing became quick and shallow. Matthew didn't want her to cum just yet. He wanted her next orgasm to knock her unconscious and so, pulled out of her.

Joanna whimpered helplessly and cried out, "no!" as Matthew stood up. 

He couldn't hold back any longer and abruptly took her arms and lifted her up. She took well to being told what to do. Matthew brought her to the back of the couch and leaned her forward, telling her to bend over. She did as he commanded. Matthew spread her legs apart and stood back a bit to gaze at her tight ass, swollen cunt, and complete vulnerability. 

He came up behind her, rubbed his cock against her pussy and asked if she was ready to cum again. 

A breathy "mmm-hmmm" was all she could mutter as her cunt pulsed for release. 

Matthew drove his member inside her and her whole body tightened in excitement. She gasped and moaned. Staring at her bouncing ass, he couldn't help but ram into her faster and faster, pulling her hips onto him and reaching new heights inside her. Her long fingers clenched into the back of the couch and her breathing quickened yet again. 

Matthew almost lost his control when she cried out, "smack my ass!" 

Matthew thrusted faster into her cunt and smacked her right cheek, enough to leave a small red patch and she threw her head back moaning, allowing her long brown hair to cascade down. He ravaged her body, reaching under to grab her breasts and pinch the nipples, then ran his hands back around to her hips to pull her in harder and harder. Joanna felt wave after wave of pleasure pass over her and started to moan louder and louder. Matthew reached around Joanna's hips to find her clit, pressing into it and rubbing in quick circles. He felt her pulse and tighten around his ploughing cock much faster than she had before. Her voice lifted higher and higher until finally, with Matthew's stiff, ramming cock, she screamed with pleasure. Her orgasm weakened her instantly and it was all she could do to keep standing. Matthew felt her warm juices flow over his cock and made her so much slicker than before. He heard her scream and felt her entrance clench down on him. He couldn't go any longer. 

Joanna moaned, "cum for me...cum for me...." 

Matthew thrust hard and released into her with a loud moan. It was as if electricity had shot through him, rendering him helpless to intense pleasure. He began to shake slightly and grabbed her hips for support. Eventually, he slumped over her and both breathed a bit more freely.

Later, they lay on the couch together, trading thank you's. 

Joanna smiled as Matthew grinned and whispered in her ear, "next time, you get to call the shots."



At Last



It's taken some time but we are finally able to meet in person after months of planning. As I anxiously await your arrival at the hotel I think back to when we first met online. I have always found our conversations to be both exciting and torturous. It fills me with such exhilaration to talk with you, but I often find myself overcome with a need to reach through the screen and touch you. And now here I am. Nervous as a teenager with a knot in my stomach from anticipation when suddenly there is a knock.

With weak knees I make my way to the door and slowly open it. There you stand, in the flesh. After looking at your pictures for so long I can't help but to take you all in. Finally making contact with those engaging brown eyes. The 5 o'clock shadow on your slightly tanned face and your short brown hair with the modest dash of gray at the temples. And oh those lips and that square jaw just about make me salivate! How wonderful it is to see you and know what awaits us in the hours ahead. 

You step into the room as I close the door. When I turn to you I am quickly wrapped in your arms and our lips meet for the very first time. How I have dreamt about this moment and now it is happening. It feels as if we have known each other for years. All the conversations of past histories, family, jobs, and life in general have made us friends in addition to online lovers. My thoughts are interrupted by your voice. 

"I've been looking forward to this day for weeks now. I want you so much I can feel it in my entire body." 

"I feel the exact same way," I reply while running a fingertip over your jaw line. "The time has seemed to drag on endlessly." 

The aroma of you is so cool and clean it's almost intoxicating. When you lean in again to kiss me I can feel your prickly beard lightly scratch my face. Your mouth is so inviting. I gaze up into your eyes and find myself becoming overwhelmed with longing. 

With little time to spare we quickly make our way to the bed. Again I feel my nerves getting the better of me. You must sense it yourself because you take my face in your hands and softly kiss me. I feel your hands slowly exploring every curve of my body. Your touch feels so pleasant, so comforting and all at once I can feel my desire building. 

You move your lips away from mine and begin softly kissing my face moving down to give my ear a tender nibble. I wrap my arms around your neck and run my fingers through your hair. I can feel your hands on my back as you grab hold of the zipper on my dress and slowly pull it down. The coolness of the room touches my spine and a sudden chill comes over me. The butterflies in my stomach tickle and a smile crosses my lips. I coyly put my head down so you won't see the schoolgirl giddiness that is overtaking me. I stand perfectly still, eyes closed, waiting with eagerness for your next move. 

I feel your hands move up to my shoulders and pull the straps of my dress off. Slowly the material falls off my body landing in a soft pile around my feet. I step out of the dress and for just a moment I feel slightly embarrassed standing before you in my underwear. Why in the world did I go for this underwear? It's too conservative for this occasion. It's white silk with tiny yellow roses on it and a little white bow on the bra between the breasts with a similar bow on the panties just under my navel. 

I glance at you quickly and can see that you are pleased with my choice because you have a definite swell in your pants. A smile crosses my face as I reach up to undress you. I undo the buttons of your rugby shirt and lift it up your body pulling it over your head. I can see a light tan line around your neck and on your arms. I let my fingers play with the hair on your chest for just a moment. 

"Why are you going so slow?" you ask with slight impatience. 

"Because I'm going to make every second count." 

I move my hands up your chest and around your neck to give you a quick hug. Now they are moving down your body back over your chest and now your stomach. When I let my hands fall to your waist your feet shift with anticipation of what I am going to do next. I feel you shiver softly as I begin to undo first your belt, then the button, then the zipper of your pants. I bend down to remove them. I notice that your swell has gotten more prominent and I feel a flush of color tint my cheeks. The hotness in my face becomes more intense when I see the black silk boxers you are wearing. Now I look up at you to find you're blushing. 

"See! I do pay attention. I remembered how you told me once you thought these things are sexy." You fidget slightly before adding, "I kind of feel a little silly wearing them." 

I find myself moved by this gesture. "You never cease to amaze me," I tell you as my grin widens even further. "You are so sweet. It's such a big part of the reason I came here today. You have become so special to me that even if these few hours are the only moments we ever share I know I will treasure them always." And with this I can no longer hold back my passion so we quickly take off our shoes and get into bed. 

This is the moment about which I have always wondered. Would there be an awkwardness? But no, we fall into each others arms as if we have done this one hundred times before. Your body is so warm and there is a slight sheen of perspiration on your skin due to your state of arousal. You pull me close and I feel the firmness between your legs. Your kisses are hard and hurried. 

You undo the clasp to my bra and quickly take it off me. My nipples are already erect and very sensitive by the time you move your mouth down my body to worship my right breast. How soft and warm your lips are as they caress me. You gently nibble and kiss my breast before taking my nipple in your mouth. As you are making small circles with your tongue all around this delicate area I feel my head swim with pleasure. 

Your hands are moving down my sides and over my hips then between my legs to lightly skim my pussy over my panties. This sends a sudden jolt of excitement coursing through me as I am well aware of the wetness between my legs and know you will feel it for the first time yourself. I am able to recall being brought to this state of elation by you so many times with only one exception, you never laid a hand on me. At those times you used only words. I was always amazed that you seemed to know exactly what to type in order to make me close my eyes and try desperately to picture you beside me. My thoughts are interrupted when I feel you move your mouth over to give the same attention to my left breast as you did the right. Once again I find the sensation of your tongue on my nipple to be wonderful. 

I can now feel your lips moving down my body. I start to tremble with anticipation as you leisurely remove my panties. You gently hook a finger under the material on each hip. Inch by inch I feel the soft cotton grazing my now highly responsive skin and I am rendered powerless. It's as if every nerve in my body has been awakened and now is begging to be touched by you. I feel you remove my panties and toss them aside. 

At last I am lying naked before you. I am suddenly subjected to a certain vulnerability as your eyes float over my entire body. I almost think you can see through to my hearts desire. Softly you lean down to kiss my right hip then you run your tongue down to my thigh to give it a quick nip before you resume kissing and licking. You move your mouth back up to my hip and plant a trail of small, light kisses across my stomach before beginning the same torment on the other side. First the teasing of my hip, then my thigh when you know I long desperately to feel your mouth on my soaking pussy. 

Finally, I can feel your breath on me. It gives me goosebumps. You kiss me once and a gasp escapes me. I entwine my fingers in your hair as if for encouragement. I feel your tongue lightly lick my swollen, wet lips and I know in my heart that I will go mad if you don't stop teasing me. At last you gently part my lips and begin a slow and rhythmic licking and kissing of my now aching pussy. You feel so warm and wonderful I can hardly stand it. When you first touch my clit with your tongue my body feels electrified. I moan with pleasure. I softly run my fingers through your hair. 

"Oh my sweet baby. That feels so good." These are the only words I can gather at this time but it is all the coaxing you need to continue your loving assault. You alternate between licking with your tongue and using your mouth to suck gently on my throbbing clit. I can feel the moisture seeping out of me. 

The sensation of your 5 o'clock shadow brushing my thighs and pussy is driving me wild. I feel my orgasm building. I hear my heartbeat in my head as the blood courses throughout my body. You must know because you gently insert a finger into my now dripping sex. I am slipping away into a state of bliss. This is like everything I had imagined and more. My back begins to arch and I raise my arms over my head to grip the pillow from each side. I open my legs wider as I begin to move my hips in unison with your mouth. You insert another finger into my aching sex and my eyes roll back in my head. My breathing is so heavy I feel lightheaded. My body feels alive as you drive me to the edge of orgasm. Your tongue is flicking steadily on my clit as you quickly move your fingers in and out of my sex. 

The wave of climax starts washing over me. I press my thighs tight against your head. My hips begin to move faster and I feel myself pushing my sex closer to your face. I'm desperate at this point and I hear myself cry out, "Oh God please don't stop. I'm so close!" 

The fire you have started between my legs is now permeating my body. It envelopes me like I am being covered with a blanket of stimulation. "I'm cumming," I yell out. "Oh God it feels so amazing!" 

This single experience is truly mind blowing. I arch my back as I moan loudly. If only this moment could continue forever. My orgasm is so powerful that it drains me of all my energy. As I cum I feel your tongue lapping up my juices. It's almost like you are enjoying the nectar of your favorite fruit. My body wilts on the bed and I can sense a hum of sexual energy within me. I keep my eyes closed and enjoy this feeling of heaven. 

As I begin to come down from my high you resume gently kissing my now exhausted pussy before moving back up my body. I look into those sweet brown eyes as you wrap your arms around me. I feel so loved and safe within your embrace. You lean forward to kiss me. Our tongues dance in each others mouths and I can taste my own juices which builds my excitement yet again. You break our kiss to rest your head in the hollow of my neck. The feeling of your breathing is almost hypnotic as I tenderly stroke the nape of your neck. I lean my mouth close to your ear to give you a gentle kiss. There is a playful smile on my lips as I whisper softly, "Now it's my turn." 

You raise your head from my neck, look straight into my eyes and say, "I can't wait!"



At Last



During a school trip Ian had spent a week at Ms Heath's place near Hereford. He had only stayed there for four nights, but he had immensely enjoyed himself - he liked the small village, the cottage Ms Heath lived in, the environs, everything. Ms Heath, who was in her mid-fifties, was a few years his junior, but he thought she didn't look her age at all. When he had arrived she had seemed somewhat taken by surprise. It appeared she generally took in women only; she had not made a fuss over it, though she did tell him she wanted no truck with men. He had tried his best to make his stay a success for her as well, by taking some work off her hands - he was accustomed to doing a lot in the household; since his wife's death he had to do everything himself anyway. They did the dishes together, and he prepared the vegetables for her, and all the while they talked, about books - it appeared they both liked reading a lot, they even shared a liking for reading whodunits for relaxation - and music - Ian was a real enthusiast with a wide taste in music and he looked through her collection of CDs with great approval. He had taken her out to the pub one evening and they had had a very pleasant time together. Jane, as he knew her now, had been single all her life. She had hinted at some failed friendship some time in the past, but she had not gone into the details. Well, Ian had thought, it could not have been for her personality, and not for her looks, either. 

Jane had a part time job at an office. She liked her job and looked on her employer as a friend, with whom she shared some girls' talk now and again. Abigail made fun of her sometimes, and when Ian had been there in May she'd grinned at Jane and joked about "her Dutchman." But Jane's hurt expression had caused her to stop and ask what was wrong, and Jane had told her that he wasn't "her" Dutchman. 

"Really?" Abigail had asked. "Is it that bad?" 

It made Jane realise that she did like this stranger so much that it made her feel both elated and slightly uncomfortable. And yes, of course, she did leave the office as soon as her working hours were over, instead of staying on as was her wont. Four lovely nights... but only four.

Ian had been very sorry when he had to leave again, and so he had asked her if he could stay with her for a few weeks in the summer holidays. She had enthusiastically agreed; the summer holiday arrangement was that Ian would pay for his stay and have breakfast and dinner at Jane's place. 

Summer came. Ian, who had been a widower for about a year, could hardly wait for the arranged time. He felt somewhat anxious, though; lots of misgivings about their rapport being gone altogether ran through his mind while he motored through the English landscape that always had such an appeal for him. What if she had found somebody else, or if she had decided that he was no good company after all? When he looked at himself in the mirror each morning he could hardly imagine anyone as attractive as Jane would ever want to look at him twice. 

He arrived at Jane's place, to find nobody home. He tried to look inside, but the place seemed inhabited alright, with a fresh bunch of flowers, a cauliflower and a couple of potatoes on the kitchen table. He wondered what was wrong, if anything, and sat down on the doorstep with some writing paper and a pen. It wasn't until well after seven when Jane finally arrived, looking all worked up and deadly tired. She almost fell out of her car, making apologies and she seemed to be on the verge of crying. 

"Jane," Ian said as he took her hands, "you don't know how glad I am to see you. You look knackered! What happened?"

"You're not angry?" she asked. "Everything went wrong. It's my day off today, but this morning my neighbour came along because Louise - his wife - you met her in May - was about to give birth, and they have no car, so I took them to the hospital, and John was completely useless, and I had to keep him company and quieten him down, and Louise's labour went on for hours, and now I must hurry to cook our dinner, and - "

"Angry?" Ian interrupted her. "What on earth would I be angry about? How's Louise now? And John?"

"They're alright now," Jane said. "They've got a beautiful baby!"

"Excellent," Ian said. "Look, you're not going to cook anything. There must be some place near here where I can take you for dinner. Right?"

"Do you mean that?" she asked.

"Of course. Come on, I'll be glad to have the honour to take you out!"

"But I so wanted to make a good impression, and - "

"You have, an indelible one at that. Coming?"

"Can I change first?"

Jane wasn't long. She came downstairs again in a long, black dress. 

"Will I do?" she asked.

"Wow," Ian said, "you surely look stunning!"

She smiled, still a little nervously. "Thank you," she said. 

"So where do we go?"

"I'll take you to Jimmy's," Jane said. "That's where I go to when I'm in money." She smiled at Ian, this time without the nerves he thought he'd seen.

Jimmy's proved to be an excellent little restaurant, with enough peace and quiet to talk. It seemed to the two of them as though they'd last seen each other only yesterday. They talked of their activities over the intervening months, what they'd experienced and who they'd seen . Jane asked Ian about his woman friends; Ian told her the only ones he had were very long-standing ones with husbands and children. No, he had no woman friends, really. After his wife's death a colleague had tried for him but he had told her it would not be honest or nice to either of them; he simply did not care enough for her to make love to her. 

And Jane? She shook her head. Same as ever, she said. 

After dinner they went to the local for a dram, and then returned home. Ian thanked Jane for the pleasure she'd given him in coming along, and got his luggage from the car. 

"Same room as last time?" he said.

The following days Ian got to know the Herefordshire countryside with its villages and nature very well, and his hostess even better, perhaps. They often went to the pub for an hour or so, made long walks in the neighbourhood and talked and talked and talked. They really enjoyed themselves immensely, and Jane, who did not have too much trust in people, decided that Ian really was someone she dared trust. 

Jane had taken two days off from work, and that Thursday they drove to the Black Mountains for a long ramble. When they had their lunch Ian eventually ventured to ask Jane what had happened to make her decide to go it alone. She looked at him pensively and said, after a long time, that she would tell him, but that she did not really know how and where to start, and that she needed a little time to think.

They went back home, a little drowsy, and had a drink together in the garden before they called it a day. 

The next morning Jane was very quiet. After lunch she said, "You know, do you think a woman should mould herself according to her friend's demands?"

"I don't think so," Ian said. "It sounds terribly unemancipated to me."

"So you wouldn't ask your friend to have breast implants?"

"Certainly not," Ian said. "Did anyone ask you?"

"Er, yes," Jane said. "Curt, my one time husband to be, insisted I should have much larger breasts, so I contacted a plastic surgeon and made arrangements. But our engagement broke off before I could have them done."

"Good," Ian said. 

"You don't think my breasts ought to be bigger?" Jane said

"No, I don't," Ian said. "I think you're perfect."

"But I'm not," Jane said. "I'm ugly."

"You? Ugly? Just look in your mirror and think again! I think you're ravishing. Ugly... Well I never!" Ian said.

"But I am," Jane said. "I am ugly and I smell. That's why Curt broke off our engagement. He wouldn't even make love to me - I was too ugly for words, he said."

Ian's shoulders dropped. This couldn't be true. So that was why she was so shy and remote at times. The cad! 

"Look here," he said. "This ex of yours must have been an absolute rotter. You're anything but ugly, and of course you smell - everybody does. It's one of the things that form the attraction between the sexes, for crying out loud. And even if you smelled strong, even if it were true, anyone who likes you couldn't care less! You will be both beautiful and sexy in the eyes of someone who loves you. And if this Curt did not like your smell he cannot have liked you, damn him. So there."

"Maybe... He seemed so sweet, at first; we had such fun and he seemed to like me so much... But you know, when we were naked together for the first time he just looked at me and stared, and he said that he'd never seen anyone so ugly. My breasts were too small but he'd already told me so; and when I'm aroused my labia grow large and untidy, and he said I looked horrible, and that he wouldn't touch me..." she gulped, "with a bargepole." She still felt the insult as keenly as when it was made; she had a red flush running from her cheeks down into neck. 

Ian sat looking at her wide-eyed. "Of all the nasty things I've ever heard this is one of the worst! I mean - a mean, heartless, little attack at the very place that hurts most. Believe you me, you're nothing of the sort!"

"And then there was one other man I thought was nice; so we started dating, and one evening I invited him over for dinner. And after dinner he wanted to make love to me, and I said I wanted some more time, and he left in a huff. And a little later I got a packet in the post; he'd sent me a vibrator and a note that said, go fuck yourself, you cocktease - I have no time for your kind of bitches."

Ian sat dumbstruck. He shook his head without speaking. Finally he said, "We men do have a lot to answer for."

She laughed soundlessly. 

"That's why I gave up men altogether. I couldn't stand being rejected, sneered at or insulted again, you see. So that's why I've always tried to steer away from male contacts - not that were a lot who seemed attractive - and..." She left the sentence dangling.

"Wow," Ian said. "No wonder. I'm glad you don't refuse to talk to me; it would be only too understandable if you did."

"Well," she said, "you're different. You don't make passes at me and ..." She trailed off into silence again. What if she'd met Ian instead of Curt, and that horrible Bernard who had seemed to nice at first? But maybe Ian, too... Then she roused herself. 

"Do you want some more coffee?" she said.

They left it at that and went for another ramble. At the next village they had lunch in the pub, and on the walk back Jane asked, "What about you? Did you have a lot of woman friends?"

Ian shook his head. "I got married when I was barely twenty-one," he said. "We had known each other for a few years, and it seemed the right thing to do. Oh well."

"It wasn't, then?"

"No," he said, "not really." He shook his head again, and they walked on in silence for some time.

"Don't you want to talk about it?" she said.

"Well, you see," he said, "I don't want to seem complaining, or bitter... I've kept silent about it for so long now..." He bit his teeth.

"What was wrong then?" she said. 

"It was a big mistake," he said. "I simply was much too young and too naïve to know what was what, and too infatuated with my wife to see her for how she really was. I found from the start that we didn't have the right kind of rapport; but I thought that it was just my fault and that if only I tried harder I could thaw her." He sniffed.

"Thaw her?"

"Yes," he said. "Oh, you know, I er... When we had been together for about three months we had sex for the first time. I thought it was wonderful; I even wrote a poem about it. Years later she told me she thought it had been horrible. We never really had any sex life to talk about... She told me I had to get her into the mood - but if I tried to touch her she'd tell me she wasn't a whore, and if I looked at her undress she said I was a dirty old man. I thought she was beautiful, but she said she wasn't. Then she wanted children - and we never got any. We went through the whole rigmarole of hospitals and examinations and attempts through insemination and what not... She was given lots of hormones and we had to have intercourse at fixed dates. Slim chance of it ever working out... She just lay back, spread her legs, and told me to shut up and do my duty - she'd been given the hormones, after all, she said. When all of that proved useless, we adopted children; and that meant that our physical relationship almost stopped altogether..." He made a face. 

"I'm sorry, " he said. "It's hard to talk about this, you know. I sometimes felt like leaving her; but then when she was doing things with a group of people, teaching, talking, I recognised the woman I'd hoped to get... Besides, I didn't want to make my daughters feel rejected again - being rejected once seems more than enough."

"But what was your relationship like, apart from the physical thing?"

Ian stuffed his hands in his pockets. He looked away. Then he rubbed his hands over his eyes. "It was really a slow and long disappointment in most respects - apart from the occasional spark. Apparently all she'd told me at first was untrue - she told me she liked books and music, but later she always complained about them; and she simply could not listen. She would tell you exactly what she thought... The children liked her well enough, but they never unburdened their minds to her either. When we were at a low ebb, once, I tried to talk to her about it, but she got incredibly angry; she even slapped my face, hard. I had no answer to that; I don't hit women." He paused and glanced at Jane, afraid she'd look at him the way his late wife used to do, but she looked at him with a half-smile. 

"What did she hit you for?"

"I'm not sure," he said, "but I think she saw my attempts as implied criticism - and she could never stand any. When she thought I might say something remotely critical she'd suggest we'd better part, for that was what I wanted, wasn't it? But it wasn't. I simply wanted her and I never got her..." He fell silent and walked along automatically, the long, lonely days and nights his holiday had driven from his mind right back before his eyes. 

Jane looked at him. He had had everything she'd always wanted, she thought, and yet - 

She put an arm around his shoulder. "We are two of a kind in a way, aren't we?" she said. 

Her kindness was too much for Ian. He tried to reply and smile at Jane but he could not stop the tears he'd been repressing any longer. He stopped walking and Jane put both arms around him. 

"It's alright," she said, "Just you go and cry." She stroked his back and held him until he'd run out of tears. 

"Thank you," he finally said. "That's one of the reasons I never talk about it..." He blew his nose. 

She waited for him to get back to normal and smiled at him. "Didn't you have anyone to talk to?" was what she wanted to ask him, but she did not want to push him or let him feel too awful too long. 

"You must think I'm an idiot," he said.

"No, I don't," she said. "I do think you've bottled it up for far too long, though. I, for one, don't mind being an ear to your troubles, and there must be lots of other people as well."

He looked at her. "Thank you," he said again. 

"There's a lot more I'd like to know about you," she said, "but there's still time enough for that. Shall we go on?" She held out her hand and he took it in his. 

He smiled at her, and nodded. "Do let's," he said.

It was Abigail's birthday that day, and she had invited Jane to her party that evening. Yes, it was alright for her to bring that Dutchman along. So Jane had asked Ian if he would like to come with her, and at eight thirty they arrived at Abigail's. Her scrutiny made Ian feet a little uncomfortable at first - but before long he felt quite at home there. The company was small and so there was ample opportunity to talk without shouting. He met a couple of Jane's co-workers and got the impression that they all knew exactly who he was. 

"Jane told us all about you," one of them said. She smiled at him and he got the impression that Jane had some very pleasant companions. "So what do you think of our Jane?"

He smiled back at her and said, "I think she's wonderful. But you must have known that for a long time." He looked across the room to where she was standing, talking animatedly to Abigail. "Yes," he said, and smiled at her. 

A little later Abigail came over to him. They talked for some time about her firm, and about his work, and she ended by saying, "You like Jane a lot, don't you?"

He nodded. "I do, he said"

"Yes," she said. "I saw you look at her. She deserves someone who loves, her, you know. Please be good to her."

"If I get half the chance..." he said.

The next day was perfect. There had been a thunderstorm overnight and now the sun stood beaming over the green fields that still sparkled. Jane was the first to wake up, a little too early, she though - but the sun through her windows was too good to miss. They had not planned a walk yet, or a visit to a new place, so she showered and dressed in her best clothes - she wanted to look beautiful to Ian, and she knew he thought she was, but she wanted to feel certain of herself. 

While she prepared breakfast she thought about the day before. They'd certainly come a lot closer. She had enjoyed holding him on their walk, and she could almost feel his hand in hers still. She didn't doubt his sincerity any more. Ian could never behave like Curt and Bernard had; she felt certain about that. He had told her someone who liked her would find her beautiful; so Ian, probably...

"Good morning, Jane. You make me feel very guilty for not helping you - but I'm afraid I only woke just now," Ian said. 

She had been so immersed in her thoughts, that she had not heard him come into the kitchen.

"Hi there," she said. "No need to feel guilty - I love pottering about and I could have a good think like this. Had a good night?"

"Yes," he said. "You were in my dreams."

"You are in mine," she said. "You have been in mine since May - " She blushed. She had not intended to be so open; it just escaped her. But she was damned if she took it back. "Let's have breakfast," she said. 

"I'll open the door into the garden first, if I may," Ian said.

"Please do."

They ate in a companionable silence, looking out at the garden and smiling at each other. 

"What happened to your wife?" Jane asked when they had finished. "Was she ill?"

"No," Ian said. "It was a traffic accident. A drunken lorry driver broke straight through the crash barrier and practically flattened her car. They showed me her jewellery to identify her."

"Oh," Jane said. "How horrible."

"Yes. The doctors said she can't have suffered much - but she must have seen that idiot coming at her..." He shook his head. 

Jane sat thinking about it for some time. "You had been together for years," she finally said. "I know things were difficult, but you must have missed her, anyway."

"Yes I did," Ian said. "It's very strange when suddenly there is no one to talk to any more. Sometimes one of my daughters comes to dinner - but that's different."

"And there must be memories all over the place." 

"Well," he said, "a lot of things went to my daughters - her books on knitting and dressmaking and knitting needles, the sewing machine, the clothes they could use - and I threw out a lot of things; her remaining clothes and things she that I had no use for. Most memories are immaterial..."

She nodded. "You didn't miss the little physical contact you had?" she said.

"She was diagnosed with uterine cancer, eleven years ago. The local surgeon who took out her womb and ovaries was very good; the illness didn't spread. But she was given a gruelling radiation course, and she fell straight into the menopause. We never even touched any more since that time." He gave a crooked smile. "One peck on the mouth before we went to sleep and on before we left for work. That was all."




At Last



Jane roused herself. "You know," she said, "when I first met you I told you I wanted no truck with men. But I didn't know you then."

She waited for Ian's response. He looked at her with a smile in his eyes and said, "If you want me you can have me for keeps -- unequivocally." 

She said, "I want to be sure you won't shy away from me." 

"I won't, believe you me," Ian said. "May I have a look and tell you what I think?"

"Would you?"

"I promise I'll be honest, and I hope it'll help you."

She smiled a little nervously. "I have to get myself aroused a little," she said. "When I'm not, it's like everybody else's."

Ian nodded and said, "Go ahead," and listened to Jane getting herself aroused - a rustle of material and the sound of rubbing.

"I'm ready," she said hoarsely. "Please, promise not to laugh."

"Of course," he said, and looked steadily into her eyes.

"Good," she said, and lifted her skirt. Ian knelt between her legs and took in the picture: her smooth thighs over her stocking tops, with the shiny black straps of her garter belt as accents, her panties pushed to one side and in between her pussy, lined with short, curly chestnut hair - which looked very soft. Then in the confines of her outer labia, the inner ones, rather pronounced, crinkled, red, glistening and exceedingly beautiful, crowned by a stiff, shiny clitoris.

Ian had to swallow twice before he speak. "Beautiful," he said, "as beautiful as the rest of you. And as to your smell," he moved forward to make sure, "this Curt must have been out of his mind!"

"Honestly?" she said.

"Honestly," Ian said as he got up. "Don't you ever worry about it again - any man would be extremely happy with you."

He looked at Jane and nodded.

"You would not mind making love to me?" she said in an uncertain voice.

Ian felt himself go red all over - blushing like a young girl. 

"Of course not," he said. "I've been daydreaming about you right from the start."

"Like me," she said. But I didn't dare to ask you because - well, you know now. Will you make love to me?"

"Of course," he said, "but only if you do want me for keeps." He took her head in his hands. "Do you?" he said. 

She nodded hard and got up and clasped her arms around him, and kissed him with big tears in her eyes for a long five minutes that were over in a wink. Then they grinned happily at each other. 

"If only I'd been sure I'd have paid homage to your delicate point much longer - but I will, later. You've no idea how radiantly beautiful you are," Ian said. 

They kissed again, for a long time. Then he consulted his watch.

"Let's go to Hereford," he said. "I want to buy you a ring."

She kissed him again and then they went to get their coats.

When they returned it was evening. They stopped at the pub for a meal; there must have been something in their faces, for a lot of customers, many of them known to Ian, too, by now, cast inquiring glances their way. The publican looked at them and said, "Jane, I've not seen you look so, er, radiant for years. What's up?"

She smiled at him and said, "We've just got engaged."

The publican extended his hand and shook theirs. "I've seen it coming for a long time," he said. "I only hoped you'd dare take the plunge! What'll you have?"

They ordered and sat down together. May, a friend of Jane's came over and kissed both of the squarely on the mouth. "Lovely, Jane," she said, "and not before time either!"

When their meals arrived the landlord planted a bottle of malt on their table. "On the house," he said. "You folks take the rest home with you for tonight!" He grinned and beamed at them.

That evening, as they sat talking at her place, she said, "I'll never let you go - never. I'll come with you when you go back to work, and we'll spend our holidays here - won't we?"

"We will!" he said.

He kissed her again and she nestled in the crook of his arm. She felt his head with her hands. 

"This afternoon," she said hesitantly, "you said something about paying homage to my delicate point. Did you mean that?"

"Yes, of course," he said.

"Would you? Now?" she asked.

He slid off the couch an, stroking her legs, moved her skirt up, while she held his head in her hands. He smelled her fragrance, much stronger than that afternoon, and touched the hem of her panties with one hand. The he looked up and they smiled at each other. 

"Let me look at you, beautiful," he said as he carefully pushed the shiny material aside. He looked at her pussy, again revelling in the sight. "You're ravishing," he said.

He reverently traced the outline of her outer labia, then touched the inner ones with a trembling finger. He ran its tip along them, lost in the sight and feeling, and then softly touched her nub. She shivered. He applied some more pressure and rubbed his finger in little circles, while he fondled her inner labia with his other hand. She strengthened the grip on his head. 

"May I taste you?" he asked, looking up at her again. 

She looked at him a little uncertainly. Then she nodded. "I may taste horrible," she whispered, "but you can try."

He felt for her hand with his and squeezed it. Then he moved his mouth towards her. She gripped his hand and held it tight. Then he ran his tongue along her inner labia, enjoying the taste, the wrinkled edge and smooth texture of the inner part. She kept stroking his head with her free hand and when he didn't move away in disgust she heaved a deep sigh and wrapped her legs around his head. 

He found her clitoris with his tongue and put his lips around it, then softly bit her and moved down again. He hungrily took her engorged labia between his lips and probed her vagina with his tongue.

"Oh, Ian," she said almost inaudibly -- and then he felt a small gush of liquid spurt onto his face as Jane started to shake and climaxed.

He looked up at her, her thighs still around his head, and one hand in his, and was treated to a nervous little smile. 

"You do taste fantastic!" he said.

"Come and let me kiss you," she replied.

After some minutes he said, "Do relax, Jane -- no need to be so nervous. I'll never be unkind or reject anything about you, you know."

"Yes I do," she said with that timid smile he'd started to know well by now. "I really liked this! Could you do it once more?"

This time he took it much more slowly, while Jane sat stroking his head, whispering sweet words. Her labia were very swollen indeed, and quite pronounced, and very beautiful, and they felt fantastic to his tongue. He stroked, licked, nibbled and pulled at them slowly and lovingly, until he felt Jane exert some pressure with her hands. Then he really went for it, and again she clasped her thighs around his head, while he put his arms around her and fondled her behind. It took quite a long time now, and it felt absolutely right to the both of them. Eventually Jane came again, but with a much larger squirt. 

"Thank you very much," she whispered when her breathing was back to normal. "You've really made me feel beautiful, too!"

Ian got up and sat next to her. He felt very much aroused, but after all that time he wasn't going to hurry anything. He snuggled up to her, wrapped his arms around his love and kissed her long and tenderly. "You don't know half how desirable you are. You're everything I've ever dreamt of," he said.



At Last



This is a story of a loving couple, exploring her authority and cuckolding. If this offends you please restrain from commenting. I would love to hear opinions from those who are interested in this subject. Thank You, and Enjoy this is my second story to be posted. 

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The mood is loving, soft, gentle, quiet. We are alone in our usually chaotic house. Taking full advantage of our time together. I draw Michelle a warm bath, adding bubbles for fun. Lighting candles around the room, and on the shelf above the two person Jacuzzi tub. Turning off the lights, The flickering candles excite me to what I am hopping will follow. 

I step out into the breezeway to find Michelle standing there looking at a picture of us on the wall. We were much younger then, in our early twenties. She was so Beautiful. No, She was HOT. Beautiful is how I describe Michelle now. The same radiant long brown hair, reaching the mid of her back. The same sexy brown eyes. The same pretty smile perfect lips. A few more curves added to her once perfect body. Now Voluptuous is the best way to describe her. She worries about the added pounds the years have left. 

think they have improved her. She feels soft, like a woman should. The body she was once so proud of, now changed. Her perky breasts, barely a handful when we met, are now curves that excite me to look at, to play with, to mold and hold on too. The same perfect nipples like a small marshmallows between my teeth, light brown areolas half dollars in size accent them perfectly. 

"Your beautiful" I compliment her as I reach around hugging her from behind. Inhaling deeply as I embrace my wife lovingly. Her hands go up onto my forearms, bending her head back slightly, kissing me softly on my cheek.

"Oh, thank you, Glad somebody thinks so!" she retorts back to me. 

On the other hand, I look much different. Balding, having gained sixty lbs since we met, weighing in at three hundred pounds. My side burns are greying. Crows feet cornering my eyes. My same dimple still forms when I smile. I guess I look at my self with the same criticism she looks at herself with. 

She would say I look great, she loves a big man. That I carry my weight well. At six foot five inches tall, with a large frame, I would look sick if I were too skinny. However I am not saying that If I lost that extra weight, she wouldn't like it. She would say that my crows feet and silvering side burns are sexy, and that my bald head is appealing when kept trim. 

"What happened to those kids?" she asked.

"We grew up, had kids of our own!" "I am not old yet, common I'll show you." smiling I pull her away grabbing her hips. Walking backwards playfully tugging her all the way to the bathroom, showing her my surprise. She reacts most favorably stepping forward embracing me now, kissing me passionately, before breaking away.

"Close your eyes and turn around!" I did as I was told. "I am trusting you." She warns. I hear her pants unzip. "Can I help with that?" "NO!!!" she exclaimed. "You know better, no peaking."

Hearing her jeans slide down her legs I long to look, but do not, respecting her modesty. I hear a few footsteps, then the splashing of water as she climbs in. After a sigh of relief from the warm water covering her body, I remove my clothes and await her invitation to join her.

"Are you going to join me, or just stand there like a scared forty year old virgin?" she teases.

No time wasted, I jumped in like an excited puppy. Her outstretched leg holding me at bay, I settle into my side of the tub facing her. Allowing my foot to rub her naked hip as I relaxed next to her. Gazing into her eyes I feel nothing but love for her. Smiling at each other, she closes her eyes, lays her head back to relax. I admire her beauty, like a masterful piece of art. The bubbles hiding her nudity, disappointing, yet all the more enticing at the same time. I follow her lead and do the same. I close my eyes and relax. Immediately replacing the blackness with images of her.

After fifteen minutes or so, of silence, warmth, and comfort. She changes the mood, reaching forward sliding her hands up my inner thigh. I tremble from her touch and inhale sharply from the surprise. She settles on her target, a handful of my balls and my limp cock. 

"Oh darn your not ready for me." she teases in a disappointed tone. Squeezing my manhood between her fingers and palm. 

"Don't you want me, or find me sexy anymore?" she continues, while gently squeezing and massaging whats trapped in her hand. "I guess I am just an old hag. No man would want me anymore, or would they?" "Do you think any Man out there would want to fuck me?" She questions in a playful manner.

My cock jumps to her last question.

"Wow what was that honey?" "Do you want me to get fucked by someone else?" She continues her questioning.

Again my cock twitches in excitement. "You know, I have never had any trouble turning heads. I have always had My pick of men!" My cock getting harder as she teases. leaning in her lips positioned over the head of my cock protruding from the water. 

Looking up at me. "Would you want me to suck his dick too, Like this?" she asks seductively. As she sweetly softly takes the head of my erect cock into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around, she then comes off quickly with a 'pop'!

Laying back again in the tub, she smiles at me. Licking the corners of her mouth seductively. while seeing the desire and lust for her in my eyes. 

She knows, she just acted out a scene from one of my deepest fantasies. We have talked many times over the years, starting out with my desire for her to dominate me, to be my Goddess. She never understood what I wanted. 

I then introduced her to my desire of tease and denial, the hope of her locking up my cock and wearing the key around her neck. keeping me from getting myself off. Whether at home alone, or while away at work, on the road and away from her control. To orally give her orgasms and make love to her while locked away, at her mercy for my relief. Obviously playing on my desire to be dominated by her.

My fantasies then evolved to wanting her to cuckold me. My ultimate sacrifice and admission of my submission to her. For her to take a lover, and enjoy herself with him. To indulge herself totally. To show her power to satisfy another mans lust and sexual needs, while I am left waiting for her love. The ultimate acceptance of her authority, becoming my Goddess! 

While everything in the past actually pushed her away, she felt the whole dominance thing jaded. The latter actually caught her attention. She is intrigued by the idea and excitement of having a discrete lover, while not having to allow me the same privilege.

She is feeling proud of herself for stepping out of her comfort zone. I am feeling exhilarated by the innocent taunting. She then asks, with honest curiosity, while pressing her foot into the base of my cock and balls. "You really do want this don't you?" 

Starting the whole conversation up again. My main concern is that she understands my desires in this. That her ultimate pleasure is my goal, but I do need to hear all the details of her excursions. To be involved in some way, teased, denied, and then ultimately given pleasure myself. My own pleasure, to be the reward of her freedom. Only to be given, as she sees fit. That as long as I am not replaced or neglected, I seriously am turned on by the whole Idea. To see My Wife as this strong, beautiful, sexual creature capable of satisfying other men.

Both of us now extremely horny! I must have convinced her I was serious. She turned the tides on the evening, in a way I never thought possible from her at this time. 

"I would like my feet rubbed now then", she said sternly with a playful smirk. Placing an outstretched leg before me. Switching feet periodically, for the next thirty-five minutes. She pulls her foot from my hands, "You did a great job honey." "I think you need a reward, go to the bed room and wait for me there!" "Oh yes, and I expect to find you on your knees, at the foot of my bed." "I want your dick ready for what ever I want it for, if your dick is limp You will NOT be happy!" "Do you Understand?" 

"Yes Dear."

"Good, I also want my box of toys laid neatly on my bed stand!" SHE COMMANDED.

I couldn't believe my ears, who is this changed woman before me? I thought to myself, I need to get the Kids gone more often! I hurry to follow her orders and await at the foot of her bed as instructed.

She lays back in the tub smiling, pulling out a book she begins reading.

Ten minutes go by, I am now getting uncomfortable on my knees, My cock no longer hard at the thought alone. I stroke myself to get hard. Twenty minutes go by, I still periodically stroke myself. Precum dripping from its tip, I have edged myself half a dozen times now. My lower back starting to hurt I sit back on my heels. Twenty-five minutes, and the door burst open. 

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" she yells. catching me with my cock in my hand and me sitting on the back of my heels. "I thought you wanted to obey me?" "You cannot even go ten minutes without playing with yourself, knowing I am coming in here for you tonight!" "You cannot even kneel for your Queen, How can I place you at my thrown?" She Questions, Her tone making me feel bad for disappointing her, and that I was in serious trouble!

"I am sorry honey, My back was hurting and tired, I couldn't stay up any longer, and I had to stroke myself to stay hard, as you wanted from me." I pleaded. 

She must have accepted my answer. Climbing onto the bed and laying down in front of me. Her legs spread apart, knees in the air. Her feet resting on each of my shoulders. "You are now kneeling at my thrown." she exclaims. "Do you like your new place in my house?" Exposing to me her beautiful womanhood, I longed for so very much. The source of all her power, the source of my weakness, my kryptonite. Looking down at me through her open legs. 

"Are you sure you want to grant me this freedom, this power over you?" "Remember, this will be real. My desires, My way, not the fantasies in your head!"

"Yes, I am sure." I do not know what else to say, I cannot believe your doing and saying this. "Is this really for real?" I ask.

"YES! I have been thinking about this for the past few months, and I actually love the idea of experiencing other MEN." She said confidently.

"Now," she warns. "This is your only chance. Say yes, and I will be seriously looking for a lover!" "We both know who I have in mind for my first conquest I think. Do I need to mention his name?"

"No, I have been thinking about the two of you for a year or two now. I just cannot believe this may happen." I respond.

She lays it all out. "I will try seducing him! If you say yes, this well no longer be a choice of yours." "Say no, and never mention your fantasies again!" "Your call, I hope you do not disappoint me." She has never given me an ultimatum before. 

"Emmmm." "Yes, I am sure." I respond with a crackle in my voice unsure of my decision. This is a new reality at hand.

"Her fingers now massaging her clit before me. I see her wetness, reality that she was enjoying this game, Game? "come up here and show me your serious then." She invites.

I eagerly begin with soft slow kisses, as she holds the back of my head. Pulling my head in tighter, I begin working my tongue even quicker. Moans fill the air as her hips rock into me. "Ohhhhh....Ohhh fuck me now, I want you to fuck me now...Ohhhhh yaa...emmm!"

I pull away to move up Her body, she pulls my head in even tighter. "No, I want my boyfriend, use my boyfriend. Do not stop what your doing." she demands. I fumble in her box of toys, finding her favorite dildo. Its three inches longer then me, and has more girth as well. Made of soft rubber, feeling as real as possible. I slowly work its head into her pussy, her excitement and wetness takes it in easily. Her hips rocking harder accepting the temporary boyfriend on it own, while I continue licking her clit. 

Deeper and deeper, I continue to work this cock into her, stretching her. Now all the way in, I use my chin to hold it in place. I whip my head back and forth as I eat her pussy. Her boyfriend is fucking her. Her own body meats each thrust, rocking against the cock inside of her. Ultimately thrashing against my face. Her moans of pleasure get louder and louder. "OHHHHHH...OHHHHH...YAAA. FUCK MEEEE!" Michelle yells out in great pleasure.

I want her so bad, I cannot help my self humping the bed. Seeing this she places her foot under my cock. Working my balls with her toes. I fuck the top of her foot, as she enjoys my presence between her legs. 

Pulling her foot away commanding me to stop, knowing I will cum with her if I continue. Pulling my head in tight with both hands she lets herself go. Almost screaming I've never heard her cum so loud, fucking the toy still pinned between my chin and her pussy. My tongue laps at her clit. Her legs clamping in on my head quivering. She suddenly relaxes, her legs spread collapsing to the bed. Pushing my head away, now entirely to sensitive to have me kissing her. One last gasp of pleasure as her boyfriend slips out.

I lay next to her now, waiting patiently for my turn. Proud to watch her breast heave as she catches her breath. Knowing she is satisfied, the look of a great orgasm on her face. Opening her eyes smiling, she whispers. "Good night, I love you Honey." "Would you please put my toys away and cover me up?"

I cover her up tucking the blankets in around her, still hoping this isn't over. I go wash my face and her boyfriend, my cock still sporting a raging hard on. Wanting relief, I give it a couple quick pulls and return to the bed room. Climbing into bed, I lean in to hug her, Kissing her cheek. 

" No, I said not tonight." "It may be a while." She warns in a soft straight forward voice. "You need to learn some discipline, and enjoy watching me getting pleased without expecting anything." she continued. 

"I said this would not be easy." "This is what you asked for, remember that!" She reminded me, as if to absolve her self of any guilty feelings she may be having now and in the future for denying me, while fucking her lover.

"There is one more thing, that we haven't discussed yet. I think you need to think about before this actually happens." She states, "I am not a dirty whore! I will only permit my lover to cum inside me!" "You need to get that through your head, and what that will mean for your cock." After all, this is for you to witness, My pussy full of his cum!"

"I thought you would use condoms?" "that is what you have always said in our past conversations." I point out, confused and a little nervous to the suggestion.

"Not with Galen, he is different. I trust him. I want him to feel me as you have!" "how does that make you feel? knowing he will be allowed to ride me bareback, knowing I have been making you wearing condoms lately?"

"That is enough now." she says ending this conversation.

"Good night Honey, I love you." Michelle says leaning in kissing me. Smiling knowing what she just said is going to play in my mind all night.

"Good night my love." I close my eyes and play the moments of the night over and over in my mind. Unable to sleep, I am so turned on. Happy, excited, Horny, surprised, and worried!

Amazed, that this night happened, and what it meant was coming in the very near future. My final thought before drifting off to sleep. At last!



At Last



Dusk crept in very slowly as I lay awake on my bed.. Time was even more tardy but I knew that I must wait. I must abide his timing. I had waited a long long time for the pleasure which I was sure would be my lot this night.

The shadows lengthened and then almost as if he had materialised straight into the room, there he was. His black body was shining. His powerful shoulders flexed as I looked at him. From his wide shoulders to his narrow hips he was perfect. His well muscled arms were straight by his sides From the base of his stomach flared his lovely cock standing proud from a thicket of black curls It was about 10 inches long, standing upright against his stomach. The head was a deep dark purple and it was huge. Underneath his balls sack was extremely large but tight.

He took a tentative step towards me, that big dick swinging inches from my face. I took his big thick black member in two hands and leaning forward licked the end of that lovely dick. Already I could taste the saltiness of his precum.

I turned and placing my legs over the side of the bed, opened them wide. He knelt his forearms on each side of my thighs and he licked me with his long strong hot tongue. Lapping lapping lapping. He licked my hard clit, I felt my hard nipples harden even further and I squeezed my breasts pinching the hard cones of the nipples. I loved it. His tongue lapped at my clit and then lapped at my crevice. I could smell myself. A deep growl uttered from his throat, his dick was jumping. he wanted to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted that big dick in my cunt.

I knelt at the side of my bed and felt his strong arms go around my shoulders. His hands clasped my sides. I felt that tool jabbing around my arse, I didn't want it in there, not yet, it was too big a cock. I eased myself up until I felt his cockhead nudge my open cunt. He couldn't wait. I didn't want him to. he lunged, i screamed but that big cock shot inside me. he started to fuck as only he knew how to fuck. Ramming that big cock inside me. I started to cum, I came, I came again and again he had his dick hard in me and I felt his 'cum' shooting inside me. Filling me. His hot cock was filling me.

After a little while he started to pull out of me, his cock was still hard and red and as he pulled out his 'cum' shot out as if I had peed. he bent down and licked me. The feel of that tongue had me coming again.

Twice more he fucked me that night until my cunt could take no more. I loved it, I was satisfied, my experiment had worked at long last

As daylight started to enter the room I told him that we would do it again. I didn't mind people talking about me having a black lover, it was better than them knowing the truth which would have been totally unacceptable.

Fortunately I am a witch and after many years of research and experiment at last, at the age of 45, I had perfected the spell.

He took one last look at me, he smiled and then suddenly, he turned back into my faithful black Labrador. I was happy, I knew that any time I wanted a man I only had to say the magic words as the sun sank and in time he would appear.



At Last



I am so nervous. 

It feels like a million butterflies are beating their wings against the inside of my stomach. 

I pull to a stop outside the address he gave me earlier and step out of the car. His home is beautiful and ominous in the dark cover of night. Shutting my door, it takes every ounce of courage within me to cross the yard and make my way to his doorstep. I ring the doorbell, and try to control my racing heart. 

I see his shadow through the window as he walks toward his front door. My breath comes faster and shallower and I know it's too late to turn around. Suddenly, he is in front of me, smiling and inviting me inside. I swallow and take a few steps inside his home as he shuts the door behind me. 

Turning to face him, he grabs me and wraps his arms tightly around me. His hands caress my lower back and my face is in his chest. His very warm, hard chest. I have never been so comfortable with another person in my entire life. I am the first to pull away, shocked by the feelings of safety and comfort he has aroused in me already. This man, I am just meeting for the first time.  

He leads me into his living room and I sit beside him on his sofa, taking my shoes off. I am still in shock as he talks to me. He holds me close...tight...and I am unable to focus on what he is saying to me, as our legs intertwine. As his gaze bores into mine, I lower my eyes to the ground as I feel lust pulse through me. 

Suddenly, he stops talking and the room is silent. I glance up at him and am riveted by the pure desire on his face. His hands grip the back of my head, pulling me into his mouth. His mouth is on mine, engulfing my entire being within his perfect lips. Never has a kiss overwhelmed and incited such pleasure within me. He pulls me deeper into his lips. Hard and persistent. Dominating my mouth with his.

He pulls his lips from mine and I am left speechless. He gives me a long look, his eyes conveying all the lust I know mine show. The tension thickens in the room and I am pushed deeper into the couch as he rises above me. 

His hand is on my throat. I gasp for air as his grip on my neck tightens. His fingers rub carefully over my skin as my passion for Him grows. 

The pressure on my neck deepens, but He releases me. I breath deeply and He pulls me to my feet by a handful of my long, dark hair.

"Stand still." He demands quietly.

He looks me over. His gaze travels from my feet to my eyes, slowly... deliberately, building the moment. I feel more naked than I ever have, within my clothing. 

He stares at me, and grips my neck again. Pulling my head back by my hair with his other hand, my lips are pursed and my breath becomes shallower. 

"Oh baby. How have you survived without this?" He asks me, gazing at my face. "This is what you've needed?" 

"Yes, it is." I whisper unnecessarily. I feel tears beginning behind my eyes. I hold them back as I ponder his question and wonder how I have, indeed, survived without this.

He kisses me hard and tells me what a good girl I am. "But next time.. it's Yes, Sir." He reminds me.

He unbuttons my jeans. His fingers brushing my tan thighs, pulling them down my legs and kicking them to the side. 

"On your knees." He says firmly.

I drop to my knees and unbutton his shorts. I know what he wants. I crave him. Pulling them down, his cock is in front of me. So hard and hot. I want him in my mouth, but look up at him for reassurance. 

He nods down at me. Relief courses through me, as I grip His cock in my hand and breathe onto Him. My tongue follows the vein under Him as I lick my way to His head. 

He tastes amazing. 

My mouth covers his length and I wrap my lips tightly around him as I worship his cock with my eager mouth. He pushes my hand away and pulls me back by my hair as His hand grips the base of His cock. His hand is so tight in my hair, tears spring to my eyes as I look up at him.

I want more.

He leads me by a tight fist full of my long hair to his cock. 

"Lick where I lead you." He tells me hoarsely. I nod, as much as I can and follow where he forces me. I lick all over him, His hand guiding my head and then my mouth is forced down on Him. I gag as he pushes me where I have never been before and he pulls me off him. 

"Breathe." He says to me. I inhale deeply and look up at him, ready to learn what he can teach me. 

He grips near the base of Him and I go down until my lips touch his hand, coming up quickly for air, and gagging. We do this over and over, until I can go just a little further. I clench my legs together, so wet already for him..

He pulls me up by my hair and forces me to walk in front of him into His room. I get a glimpse of his massive bed, before I am face down upon it. Pushed forcefully down into the blankets with his hand on my back, my feet still on the floor and my ass in the air. His hands caress my ass, grabbing my round cheeks. Teasingly, staying away from my pussy. 

There's a rush of air as I feel one hand and arm leave me. I tense, anticipating what we've only talked about.

I gasp and jump, as His hand connects hard with my ass for the first time. Unlike anything I have ever felt before. Again, His hand lands on the opposite cheek, pulling a moan from me. He spanks my ass, alternating sides, as I fight not to scream. Seconds pass, as he spanks me firmly. It hurts so badly and I can feel my pussy leaking around the lace of my panties. 

He stops and pulls my head to the side, moving my hair to see my face. I smile at Him, knowing this is what I have needed for so long, and He is more than happy to give it to me. 

His lips twitch knowingly, and I feel his hand running down the crack of my ass, under my panties. 

His fingers run along my pussy, dipping inside me for the first time. I feel his breathing change as he feels how wet he's made me. 

"Baby. Feel how wet you are." He groans to me.

I run my fingers down to myself, already knowing what I will find. He has me soaked. My fingers connecting with wet. tight. warmth. He jerks my panties off, and grabs my hair with one hand presenting his wet fingers in front of my face. 

"Clean my fingers." He demands.

I lick my wetness from his fingers, moaning before he lifts me and tosses me further upon his bed. He's behind me and my ass is in the air, my head down in his pillow, breathing harshly.  

His cock is at my pussy, pressing in. He grabs me hard by my throat and thrusts himself all the way inside me. I gasp loudly and moan, as he starts to fuck me hard from behind. His cock hits a spot inside me that I have never felt before and I feel it start to build inside of me. My pussy squeezes him hard, and my juices leak down my legs and on his cock. 

He fucks me over and over, harder, shoving himself deep inside me. His breathing becoming shallower and shallower, and my moans getting louder. He has me by my hair and throat, lunging into me roughly. My hands gripping the sheets as I am fucked harder and faster, gasping for air. He slaps my ass, and releases my neck to grip my hips, pounding my pussy hard. 

He thrusts harder still inside me. His fingers digging into my hips and my body fucked mercilessly. He pulls my head to the side and lunges at my mouth with his. My moans come from between our lips as he sucks my lip into his mouth. He pulls out of me, cumming between my ass cheeks, his groans loud in the silence of His room. My ass squeezes his cock, happy he's marked me.

He lays beside me, his head on the same pillow my face has been buried in. I turn over and intertwine my legs with his, as he pulls my head into his chest and wraps his arms tightly around my body. He kisses my forehead and pulls me tighter into him, as I fall asleep, content at last. 



At Last



"Oh yes! Just like that," he moaned out as he lay back on the bed. "That's it, baby, good girl."

A head with reddish-brown hair bobbed up and down on his stiff tool as the woman sucked his huge cock and a talented hand massaged his balls.

"Fuck! You love that big daddy dick don't you?" He groaned out, his grip tightening on the side of the mattress as he felt his impending release surging closer and closer.

"C'mon baby...ah...ah...oh fuck!" he screamed out as one hand moved to hold the woman's head down onto his cock as he exploded inside of her mouth. "Yes, drink it all down."

The woman's sapphire eyes looked up into his lust glazed brown orbs, a smile dancing in them as she swallowed his seed.

"What do you want baby?" He asked his voice gruff.

The woman opened her mouth, "I..."

"Incoming call from 555-0501. Incoming call from 555-0501"

Killian started awake as a very familiar ringtone blared at the side of his bed. He had sat up in his dark room, cursing slightly at the interruption to such a good dream, and then proceeded to fumble about for the phone that was located on his bedside table, knocking a few things on the ground as he did so. Without looking at the phone he slid the green arrow to the right on the touch screen and then placed it to his ear as he would lie back down.

"Y'ello?" He said his words a little hoarse.

"Killian?" A female voice with a Southern accent asked. It took him a moment to put the ringtone and the familiar voice together. He'd look to the clock on his i-Home and saw that it was 2am. His annoyance at the interrupted dream quickly dissipated.

"Ruby? Is everything all right, darling?" Killian asked as he sat back up and moved to turn on the bedside lamp. 

There was a moment's pause before she replied, "I finally did it. I left him. I left Jack."

Now he was definitely wide awake and paying attention. 

He felt his heart starting to race, a lump formed in his throat, his hands began to get clammy, his chest tightened. Was this for real? Or was he dreaming about getting this call yet again? For good measure he pinched himself and when he felt the pain he cleared his throat.

"Killian?"

"W-When did this happen?" he asked, trying to sound as composed as possible.

"About twenty-four hours ago," Ruby replied.

"I...I don't..." 

"I know. Me neither. But I did it," Ruby said triumphantly. "I need your help."

His heart began to race faster. "Sure. Anything, you name it."

"Well, I need you to pick me up."

His brows furrowed in confusion, "Where?"

"At the airport," Ruby replied simply.

"You're here!?" Killian exclaimed, allowing all his joy to show through in his answer.

She let out a light chuckle. "Yes, I'm here. Is that offer to stay with you still good?"

"Of course it is!" He answered excitedly.

Another chuckle floated down the line. "Good. I'll be waiting in the baggage claim area by carousal B, ok?"

"Yeah, I'll be there shortly," Killian said as he all but jumped out of his bed.

"Good. Oh and Killian?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

With that she hung up. Killian ended the call then fist pumped the air in triumph. He quickly found the clothes he'd worn the night before and put them on. He snatched his keys from their hanger, grabbed his coat, picked up his wallet and shoved it in his back pocket then all but ran out his door.

As he was driving down to the airport, Killian was hit with a realization – this would be their first time meeting. Ever. Their friendship had started up on the internet nearly six years ago through a chat room based on a common hobby of theirs. They'd immediately hit it off and had stayed in touch practically every day throughout those years via the internet or speaking on the phone. This knowledge only added to his nerves. 

Once he parked in the garage, he'd make his way to the baggage claim area. Dark orbs scanning the faces until they fell on a familiar face. She hadn't seen him yet and he couldn't help but openly stare. She had a glow about her that he'd never seen before; she'd never ever looked so, so free in the pictures he had seen of her. And those photos didn't do her beauty justice either.

He knew that she was five feet five inches tall, a bit shorter than him. Her brown hair was pulled back into a braid and blue eyes were looking off in the opposite direction of him. He knew that she had a light sprinkling of freckles on her face, which came from her Irish heritage. 

As he decided to stop gawking and walk forward he saw her head turn and their gazes met. She lifted her hand up and waved as well as flashing him a dazzling smile. Killian waved back and offered her a grin; he had no doubt that he was beaming. As he neared she got up out of the seat and once he was in front of her the two embraced tightly. He lifted her up off the ground as he hugged her.

"Oh Killian," she said into the crook of his neck and he felt moisture there.

"Hey, those better be tears of joy," he said as he'd move to set her back down on her feet.

She looked up to him. "You know they are."

"Good," he said then would tentatively move his hands to cup her cheeks and would wipe the tears away with his thumbs when she didn't move away from him. "C'mon, let's get you home."

"Home," she repeated a bit dreamily.

He flashed her another smile then would move to grab her two roller bags while she carried her carry-on bag.

"Is this enough stuff?"

"For now. My family will send the rest later," she said then would loop her free arm with his own. "You know, this wasn't bad for our first meeting."

He'd let out a laugh as they walked towards the parking garage.

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As Killian drove back to his place – no, their place – Ruby had taken it as an opportunity to take a nap. He had no doubt that she was probably emotionally as well as physically drained. He couldn't help but steal glances at her while he drove. She looked utterly peaceful as she slumbered and so beautiful. Killian felt his heart swell with love for her with every glance.

The truth was, he had fallen for Ruby years back but she was married and as much as he was tempted to, well, he wasn't going to get in between her and Jack. No, instead he became her best friend and kept hoping for the day when she'd get up the nerve to leave the douchebag. Perhaps his Southern Belle would finally be his.

Ruby was an educated, kind, caring, compassionate, quick-witted kind of woman and everything he'd ever wanted in one. When her marriage had started to crumble, Killian had been there for her with a shoulder to cry on and ears to listen to her problems. Every bad thing she had told him about Jack and the way he treated her made him want to fly down south and kick his ass all the way to kingdom come more than once.

When Killian's long-term relationship with his high school sweetheart and fiancé had started to go down the tubes after five years together, Ruby had been there for him. She was his light in his darkest moments. And when it had completely sunk like the Titanic, well, she had been his lifeboat. Through thick and thin they had managed to stay together, their friendship strong.

So when exactly had Killian fallen in love with Ruby? To be honest, he couldn't rightly say, but one day he woke up and had known that he wanted her in his life. Always.

Then again, she was still technically married and as much as he wanted to throw caution to the wind, he knew that the right thing to do would be to wait. Hell, he'd waited nearly six years for her, what harm could come of waiting just a little while longer?

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One Month Later

Killian was sitting on his bed reading when he heard the front door open and the clacking of heels echo on the wooden floor, signaling the return of his roommate. The two were sharing a loft apartment on the third floor of an older building. 

To give her as much privacy as possible, he had partitioned off the other side of the bedroom area and even seen to finding her a twin bed to sleep on. They'd argued over her just crashing on the couch but he wouldn't have it so they'd come to a compromise and that twin bed was it. He'd given half of his closet to her and half of the drawers on his two large dressers to her. 

With a deep sigh, Ruby came to sit next to him on his bed. Killian peered over the top of his book at her.

"So, how'd it go?"

"You know lawyers and what not."

"And?" Killian asked with a raised brow.

"And in 149 days I'll be a free woman," she said.

Killian placed his bookmark in the proper place then closed his book. "You ok?"

Another deep sigh left Ruby, "Yeah."

"Hey," Killian said as he would open his arms to her. "Come here."

Ruby would lean back into his arms, resting against his chest, enjoying his embrace.

"You're too good to me, Killian."

"There are still a few of us good guys around."

"I know, dear," she said then would smile up to him. "You're my prince."

"And here I thought I was just your court jester," he teased and received a nudge from her elbow. He'd chuckle and hold her closer to him.

"Killian..."

"Mmhmm?"

"You know I love you, right?" Ruby asked. "I mean, you're my best friend."

He didn't let her see him cringe as she tacked on that friend part. Instead he'd smile and say, "I know, darling. I know." I just wish I could be so much more than that, he thought.

"I'm going to get changed," Ruby announced after a moment and would break their embrace. She got up and moved over to her area of the bedroom, sliding behind one of the curtains.

Killian looked after her for a moment before picking up his book and proceeded to read the same sentence over and over again. He couldn't get her friend comment out of his mind. When he heard Ruby start to hum as she searched for something comfortable to wear, Killian would look up from the page just in time to catch her standing stark naked between the gap in the makeshift wall. He couldn't help but stare...or as he preferred to think of it, admire intensely.

They had both made a pledge to slim down and get into better shape. They started off with riding stationary bikes together and encouraging the other to continue on through the predetermined time via their laptop webcams or by using their speaker phone option of the cellphones. It had become a successful routine. They had managed to make it work long-distance so getting it to work while finally around one another was easy as pie.

She'd slimmed down quite a bit – although Killian had thought she looked absolutely perfect beforehand he ultimately knew her body image wasn't up to him – she was a good middle ground in his mind; not runway thin but not on the verge of being super heavy and still perfect in his eyes. All the right curves in all the right places. As he continued to marvel at her nude silhouette, Killian felt the familiar tingle of arousal starting to take place. He closed his book, threw it behind him and then stood up, pulling his shirt down so as to help cover his "problem" a little better.

"I, uh, I'm going to go to the gym," he announced as he picked up his gym bag off of the floor. "I feel like swimming some laps around the pool."

"Okay," she answered. "Just don't be late for dinner, huh?"

"What're we having?" he asked as he all but threw the necessary clothing into his bag.

Ruby would stick her head out from that gap in the curtains, drawing it closed now to cover her. "What do you want?"

"You...uh, you choose," he said and hoped that she didn't catch his slipup. He zipped up his bag, slipped on his running shoes, slung the bag across his chest and quickly exited the loft.

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Working out at the gym had become Killian's new way to deal with his sexual frustration. If the place had been open twenty-four hours a day he would've been there. He swam as many laps as he needed to calm himself down enough that he trusted himself to return home. He then went and spent time relaxing in the hot tub. Killian knew that he was in a sticky situation and he could've sworn that Ruby was coming onto him more and more lately. Then again, maybe that was just wishful thinking.

As he walked into the locker room, he stopped in front of the full length mirror and assessed himself. He was six feet one inches tall. He had once been 310 pounds and was now a decent looking 200 pounds. He didn't look like a body builder with rippling muscles and bulging biceps. No, he looked nice and trim and toned with the barest hint of a six pack making its way onto his abdomen.

He ran a hand through his wet hair then glanced around the locker room, making sure that no one was in the immediate vicinity before shaking his head like his was a wet shaggy dog. An old habit from his childhood that he didn't feel the need to break. He then smiled at his reflection then walked off towards the showers.

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Killian felt like surprising his roommate and took the fire escape up to their apartment. It was still warm at six o'clock so the window was propped open about two inches with a piece of wood. Killian was about to open it all the way and jump in when he heard a very unexpected sound. He glanced around through the window then concentrated and listened closely.

"Oh..."

It was a moan! Not only that but it was a moan by Ruby! He was careful as he placed his gym bag down on the fire escape and then took off each one of his shoes. He was curious and figured that being as stealthy as possible was the way to go. He carefully opened the window just enough so that he could climb through and then tip-toed his way to where the sound was coming from.

That sounds like it's coming from the bedroom, he thought.

"Oh God...Killian..." Came another lusty moan.

Holy hell, he thought and began to tip-toe a little faster. As he got closer to the bedroom he saw something he wasn't prepared for in the reflection of the full length mirror in his bedroom. Ruby was butt naked on his bed; her hand working fervently between her widely spread legs while the other massaged her left breast. This was something he only dreamed about and seeing it caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

"Mmmm, Killian, you know how I like it," she moaned out as her fingers swiveled around her engorge clit. She let out a squeal as she pinched it between two fingers. "Oh! You're so bad. You know I like it when you pinch my clitty."

Killian felt a lump form in his throat at her words, his heart rate coming quicker, and his cock started to twitch to life. He licked his lips then took one step forward but made sure that she didn't catch sight of him in the mirror.

Ruby whimpered. "I-I want you so badly. Why won't you just take me? I saw you watching me earlier." Oh shit! She saw me earlier? She moaned again as she slipped one finger deep inside of her. "I've heard you moaning my name at night in your sleep," she panted out and added another finger inside of her. "I pretend to be asleep when you wake up from those dreams and then pump your cock with your fist until you explode."

Good God this is torture! His hand moved to rub over the prominent bulge in his pants, his eyes closing for a moment before he forced himself to open them and keep watching her. It wasn't long before he'd remove his cock from his sweat pants and began to stroke it in time with the fingers she thrusted in and out of herself.

"Don't tease me anymore, Killian...don't deny me...fuck me! Fuck me hard with your bid daddy dick!" She began to finger fuck herself faster. Holy shit, I can't believe she's thinking about me! That she wants me! "Oh...Yes...Killian...s-so good...c-cum...cumming...ah...ah...AH!" Liquid gushed out of her as she came undone in her orgasm.

She's a squirter!? That's so fucking hot! Oh fuck, I can't take it anymore! He stopped stroking himself, forcing his release back. He'd stripped off his shirt and sweat pants then began to walk to his bed. She looked to be delirious from her orgasm and didn't even notice him come up beside the bed. 

Killian waited half a second and then literally pounced on top of her. She let out a startled gasp, her eyes meeting his gaze, shock and embarrassment mingling in them.

"How long...?"

"Long enough," he replied then crashed his lips down upon her own in a passionate kiss. She resisted for just a moment and then he felt her arms twining around his neck, her legs wrapping about his waist, and her ankles locking on his rear.

His tongue battled her own for dominance. He knew that her lips would be swollen from such a frenzied amount of kissing. His hands roamed, finding flesh wherever he could and leaving gooseflesh in their wake. 

He felt a hand snake between them, moving to grasp his rock hard cock and line it up with her hot opening. She didn't have to ask him twice as he drove himself home.

"Oh God!" she cried out, breaking their lip lock and meeting his gaze. "It's so big!"

"Do you like being opened wide by my, what did you call it – "Daddy dick"?"

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned as she wiggled under him. "Killian, I've wanted you for so long."

He couldn't help his smirk. "So I heard."

"Killian..."

"What?" He asked as innocently as he could. "Did you not like me spying on you?"

"I knew you were there the whole time," she admitted with a mischievous grin. "But this isn't the first time I've done that on your bed."

He kissed her passionately, "You vixen."

"Shut up and fuck me."

Killian pulled himself out to his tip then surged himself back inside of her pussy. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her nails bit into his flesh. The only noises in the room were their sounds of pleasure and the wet suctioning noise of her pussy taking his hard cock.

"Cum inside me," she begged as her second orgasm began to come closer and closer. "Cum inside me, please...I want you to make me pregnant...I want your children..."

He thrust faster, harder, deeper, his cock kissing her womb.

"Yes...Killian...right there...fuck!"

"You going to take all of my cum?"

"Yes...yes! Give it to me daddy! Please!"

His hands moved to the small of her back, tipping her upwards as he slammed home once more.

"Cumming!" Ruby screamed out, her cry growing louder as she felt her lover release his hot cum inside of her body like a rampant fire hose.



At Last



This is the first smut I've ever written. I hope it's okay.

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There are a thousand possible beginnings to the story of how this happened, and they're all swirling together at this moment. People tell stories of how they fell in love, how they knew that the person on their mind was the person they wanted to spend forever with, and that's something I could never quite wrap my head around. Because I've fallen in love with her a thousand times over, new sparks lighting as our friendship developed, and it's the culmination of those moments that led to where I am right now. Still half asleep, with her warm body slack with slumber by my side, I let my mind wander back. Trying to map everything out, from the very start.

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The first spark came into being the day we met. It was a low-key introduction at a low-key gathering, a friend nodding from me to her and saying "Allie, Leah. Leah, Allie," leaving us to strike up a conversation that would possibly have been awkward under most circumstances. Instead, it was easy. Allie's dark eyes were welcoming, her smile genuine, and conversation flowed between us for the next hour. She was twenty, a year older than me; the cousin of the friend who had invited us and the rest of the group to hang out. 

When the sun started to drop and people started to dissipate, Allie dug a pen out of her bag and took my hand, writing her full name on the back of my hand so that I could add her to Facebook. "It was really nice meeting you, Leah," she said, and though I didn't recognise it at the time, the first spark lit inside me at the sound of her voice saying my name for the first time. I turned my palm to give her hand a squeeze as I returned the sentiment, said goodbye, and while driving home, I kept taking my eyes off the road to glance at that hand. As if something had changed about it when it had touched hers. The words "Allie Chua" stood out in blue against my skin, and a little part of me never wanted to wash them off.

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There was the hug she gave me the next time we'd met, when I became aware of the way her slender body felt in my arms. The way we'd met to go to a movie, but had become so absorbed in conversation that by the time we remembered our original intent, the movie had started twenty minutes ago. So we passed the next couple of hours learning about each other, and I was amazed at how easy it was for my thoughts to form words. I'm not always that great at that. With Allie, though, we shared stories of our pasts and hopes for our futures, and for the first time in so many years I felt someone. I could see someone's mind working in the same way as my own, someone who was on the same wavelength as I was, and for hours after we finally parted ways, I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

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After six months of what had quickly become almost daily contact, Allie's twenty-first birthday came about. Speeches at twenty-firsts are often embarrassing, being held late enough in the night that the birthday person was slurring with alcohol; Allie, though, was barely drinking (possibly due to the number of fairly conservative relatives present), and spoke softly, but clearly. I loved listening to her family talking about what she was like when she was a kid, I loved seeing photos of her growing up into the beautiful young woman she was, I loved hearing her voice as she thanked the people who'd come to share this night with her. But the moment that sparked into my consciousness was when her thanks turned to her friends, when she finished with "and my gorgeous best friend, Leah".

People descended upon her when her speech ended, but somehow, I worked my way through the crowd to come face-to-face with her. As soon as her eyes met mine, her face split into a grin, and I grabbed her in a tight hug. She turned her head and reached up to place a peck on my cheek, and although it was winter, the room felt a little bit warmer.

***

The one day I can pinpoint is the day I became totally aware, consciously aware of my desire for her. It was the early hours of the morning, and though I'd been dozing for a couple of hours, I hadn't fallen into a deep sleep yet. Mostly awake, with my body feeling tight and warm, I let my fingers trail up my thighs. I was the comfortable, sleepy kind of aroused, and as I let a finger slide under the waistband of my underwear, the image that came into my mind was dark hair and dark eyes, and the small smooth hands I'd felt on my hand and arm and cheek so many times. 

As one hand worked its way between my legs, the other slid underneath my T-shirt, the pad of my thumb finding my nipple and stroking it into hardness. Without any conscious thought, my mind was holding onto the image of Allie lying there beside me, her hands travelling across my body. Her almond-shaped eyes wide with desire. 

A soft moan escaped me as my hips rocked up towards my hand and the tip of my finger finally slid across my clit. In my imagination, Allie's body was against mine, her lips and tongue warm against my neck and my collarbone, and my slow, languid movements gave way. My hips gave a jerk as I pictured Allie's hand taking the place of mine, and it seemed to take barely seconds until I was moaning into my pillow, riding the wave of one of the strongest orgasms I could remember.

In the days and weeks and months following, I would spend hours and hours thinking about that moment. But there was never any other conclusion I could come to than the obvious, the one that I knew was true. That I wanted her. 

After that night, she became my most common visualisation. In my fantasies, I felt her hands and mouth on me. I uncovered her body, learning the parts of it that made her breath catch in her throat. In the real world, my heart started to beat harder when she hugged me, rested her chin on my shoulder, played with my fingers. My stomach gave a twitch the first time we went swimming together afterwards, although I'd seen her in a bikini so many times before that -- and had felt that familiar tug in my heart so many of those times. I hadn't fallen for her that night. I'd just realised something that had happened long ago.

***

This year is the first year I'm living out of home, in a tiny studio apartment that barely fits a double bed, small table and two chairs, and a beanbag. I moved out in January, with the help of my parents, but Allie insisted on coming to help out, and was the first one to throw her arms around me when I took my first step into my own place. My parents left first, and after we'd given up on unpacking boxes, Allie took my hand.

"I'm so proud of you, Leah."

I flushed. "It's not exceptional or anything. Like, I'm 22. Lots of people have moved out by now."

"Not me." I flinched internally at the look on Allie's face, immediately wishing to pull my words back. Allie has been living with her parents while she studies, and I know she's self-conscious about it.

"Sorry."

"It's okay." She opened her arms, and I stepped into them, relaxing into the embrace I'd come to know so well and crave so often. Lacking a sofa, I sat down in one of my dining chairs, Allie settling into my beanbag at my feet. Her head rested on my knee, and I brought my hand down to rest on her hair. Until Allie's dad came to pick her up, we didn't speak. Just sat. And the feeling of her gentle breath, her smooth hair under my hand, her warmth and her presence, became a part of my spirit.

***

Tonight, we'd been invited to a friend's party. We'd been eager, expecting a good night with some of our close friends; but it wasn't long before we were disappointed. The people we knew there were outnumbered by people we'd never met, who seemed more focused on the alcohol on the kitchen counter than on being in any way considerate towards the people they were talking over and bustling aside. With the kind of nonverbal communication honed over the course of years, Allie and I made the decision that the backyard was a much better place to be. On the way, I snagged a bottle of Baileys from the counter. Who wants to go home from a party sober?

"It's full of kids in there," was the first thing Allie said once we'd found a comfortable patch of grass, our backs to a tree trunk. "What's that all about?"

"Probably people from Matt's work." I was relieved to find the cap of the bottle open, and I took a long swig from the half-full bottle before passing it to Allie.

"I wish he'd kept it small. It would have been so much nicer if it was just everyone who knew each other." Allie gulped from the bottle, putting it on the ground between us, and I rested my hand on hers for a second before picking up the bottle again.

"Maybe some of the others will come outside in a bit. Get away from all the idiots."

"Probably." Allie leaned her head against my shoulder. "I like it right now though. Just us."

"Just us," I echo, taking another gulp from the bottle to distract myself from the stupid smile I can feel bubbling up. Allie grabbed my wrist, giggling.

"Hey, slow down with that. I've gotta have some too." Over the next twenty minutes or so, we kept passing the bottle back and forth. Eventually the bottle was empty, and I knocked it aside with an uncoordinated whack of my arm. Allie giggled, the sweetest sound I thought I'd ever heard, and flopped down onto the ground.

"You right?" I asked, reaching out to rest my hand on her shoulder.

"I'm good. Ground's just comfy."

"Ground's all hard. Come here," I said, giving her shoulder a little tug, and she shifted to rest her head in my lap. Just like that night in my apartment, I moved my hand to her hair, stroking it gently as the sounds of the party blurred in my ears. Allie was warm, and her breathing was deep and regular, and I languished in the feeling for a while before I realised that she was starting to doze off. Of course, the solution was to gently, gently slide my hand just under the hem of her shirt -- my heart leaping at the warmth of her skin -- and to wake her up. With tickles.

Allie shot into a sitting position, reaching to try and grab my wrists, as I tickled her stomach with one hand, and then both. We were both trying to tickle each other, and stop the other from tickling us, hands going everywhere, and eventually Allie had me straddled. I was still sitting cross-legged against the tree trunk, but Allie was on my lap, her hands pinning mine to the tree behind me. As our giggles subsided, I found myself very aware of her proximity. Her face a couple of inches from mine, her body tight against mine in places that were much warmer than they should have been, the way she was holding my hands -- keeping them in place... something I'd imagined, a few times, late at night when nobody could hear the sounds I made...

Like the sound that escaped me right then. I moaned.

-Shit, shit, shit-, my mind screamed. Way to give yourself away, Leah. A tipsy tickling match with your best friend shouldn't set you whimpering. Even if her hands were still warm and tight on my wrists, and her eyes were locked onto mine...

"Did you just..." asked Allie, her voice trailing off. I couldn't blame her for not finishing the sentence. My face burning hot, I ducked my head, avoiding her gaze. I felt her release one of my wrists, and waited for the other one to be set free. For the sound of her getting up and walking inside, without me. Instead, I felt a couple of fingers lifting my chin, and automatically, I raised my eyes. Her thumb gently stroked my chin as she raised my face to the level of hers, and combined with the look in her eyes, her touch sent fire through my veins. Her eyes were exactly as I'd pictured so many times -- wide, and questioning, and locked on mine. Then they were closing, and so were mine. From then, I was guided by instinct. There was only one thing in the world that I could do.

Even knowing it was coming, it still jolted my world off its axis.

Our first kiss was a bump of lips, too fast. But Allie's lips were cool and sweet against mine, and our second kiss was like she had touched every nerve of my body. Almost to my dismay, she released my hands from her grip, but almost before I realised it, her hands had slid down to the back of my neck, and I wrapped mine around her waist. Pulling her even closer, not knowing that had even been possible, but knowing that I couldn't handle any distance between us at that moment. Her lips parted against mine, and when her tongue met my own for the first time, she was the one to moan.

I drew away from the kiss, slowly and unwillingly, as though my lips would have to be torn to be separated from hers. I could feel how hot my face was, imagine the colour my cheeks must have been. Allie doesn't really blush, but I could feel her breath on my lips, and it was as ragged as my own. I slid a hand up her body, from her waist to her neck -- watching her eyes squeeze tight for an instant -- and then to her face, to cup her cheek. I ran my thumb across her lips.

Allie swirled her tongue in a gentle circle around the tip of my thumb, her eyes locked onto mine. And a second later, she swallowed my gasp, claiming my lips once more.

I have no idea how long we spent in that backyard, locked in each other's arms. But I remember every detail of what happened. The way her lips and tongue tasted of sweetness and alcohol. The warmth of her skin under my fingers, and the trails of fire her touch blazed through my veins. The way we ended up shifting positions, from sitting up to lying down, and the weight of her pushing me into the ground. That I never wanted anything to change, for the rest of my life. I wanted to be engulfed by her.

I slid a hand down Allie's back, finding the hem of her shirt, and creeping underneath it. She pulled out of the kiss and my heart skipped a beat, but instead of moving away, she ran her lips down my cheek and onto my neck. My whole body shuddered as her lips pressed right over my pulse. I ran my fingers slowly up the warm, smooth skin of her back, and was rewarded by a groan into my neck, an arching of her spine against me. Her teeth grazed my collarbone, and when I whimpered, she pulled the sensitive skin between her lips, her teeth. I could already tell I was going to bruise up, and I could not give a single fuck. All I cared about was that she not stop.

Allie's thigh slid between my own. Even through two layers of cloth, the pressure between my legs sent a throb all the way to my brain, my fingertips, the tips of my toes, and as my hips pushed up towards hers, I heard her breath catch against my neck. Her lips and tongue and teeth kept exploring my neck and collarbone, and my shaking hands kept stroking and rubbing her back under her shirt. I wondered if she could feel the rapid thumping of my heart. 

As Allie's lips made their way back up my neck, and my hand worked its way further down her back, and my head was swimming with the feel of her...

My fucking phone!

Allie rolled off me, lying down on the ground beside me. "You better answer it," she said, between shallow breaths.

I pulled the phone from my pocket, frowning at the normally-appreciated name on the screen. "James."

"Maybe he's ready to give us a lift," Allie suggested, her eyes looking deeply into mine. "Back to your place."

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Hello?" I asked, bringing the phone to my ear.

"Hey, where are you?"

"Out the back." Despite the alcohol in my system, I pulled out something that would make sense without arousing suspicion. "Allie's pretty drunk. Just trying to get her some fresh air and everything." Allie nodded beside me, and I rested my spare hand on hers.

"Cool. I'm about to leave, with Jess and Liam. Did you want a lift home?"

"That'd be awesome." I swallow as the implications of what I'm about to say cross my mind. "Can you drop Allie at my place too? Probably better than her going back to her parents'."

"Yeah, good call. Meet me at the car? Do you need a hand with her?"

"Nah, I'm good. See ya in a minute." Allie turned her hand so that our palms were touching, and I threaded my fingers between hers. And as we get to our feet, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. This was my best friend. This was the most beautiful girl in the world. This was the girl who'd commanded my thoughts for years, and now I wore the marks of her teeth on my neck. This was real.

Holding Allie's hand in what I hoped looked like a supportive gesture to a friend who'd had far too much to drink, we weaved through the house to where we'd dropped our bags, and then out the front to where James stood, leaning against his car. The front passenger window was down, and Jess was chatting with him through it; Liam was in the back, leaning his head against a window.

"Need a hand?" asked James, catching sight of us. He opened the door, and I slid in. 

"Come on, Allie. You take the window."

"Thanks." The slur in her voice was pretty convincing. James closed the door behind her once she was settled, and I fastened her seat belt, letting my fingers linger on her hip for a second or two longer than necessary. When James settled down in the driver's seat, he looked back at me. "All okay?"

"Yeah." I almost panicked as I saw his eyes move to my neck, spotted with hickeys and bite marks, but he didn't say anything. Just turned back to the wheel. 

James dropped Jess off first, and between the party, her place, and mine, the drive was about twenty minutes long. Never in my life had twenty minutes felt that long before. I'd been imagining, craving, Allie's kisses for years, and now that I knew what they felt like, losing them felt like withdrawal. Allie's thigh was hot against mine, and her hand was resting on my knee. When nobody was paying attention to the backseat, she would trace little circles on my thigh. Knowing what it was like to kiss her, to touch her, and knowing that when the drive was finally over I'd be doing the same thing again -- and maybe going further... I shook my head to clear it. I was already spending the trip painfully aware of the embodiment of sexual tension sitting by my side. No need to exacerbate it.

Nobody talked much along the way. When James pulled up out the front of my apartment block, he cut the engine and asked if I needed a hand getting Allie inside. "I think she'll be okay," I said quickly. "She's steady enough."

"Take care of her." His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, and I wasn't sure whether he winked or not. My cheeks flaming, I leaned over Allie to open her door, and let her spill out of the car. 

"Thanks, man." I followed her out as fast as I could, slamming the door behind me, and waved. Allie grabbed my arm, still walking with her fake drunken stagger, which she kept until we were inside the building and out of sight.

Every nerve in my body wanted to kiss her then and there, but it was two in the morning, and we were still at risk of someone seeing us. We crept together to my door, and as I fumbled with my keys, Allie wrapped her arms around me from behind, breathing hot breath onto my ear. Even with shaking hands, I got the door open. And we were inside.

As soon as the door was shut and locked, Allie was pulling me towards the bed, and we landed on it in a tangle. Her mouth was finally on mine again. This time, we were lying side by side, arms tight around each other, and in the darkness of the room, I was aware of all the things I couldn't see. My breath, and hers, both coming in gasps between kisses. The beating of my heart, rapid and hard, like it was trying to pound through my chest. The softness of her body against mine, the swells of her breasts and slenderness of her waist. I needed to see her.

I broke our embrace, to the welcome -- beautiful -- sound of an urgent whimper, and reached for my lamp. With my room illuminated, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I stared urgently, savouring the sight in front of me as though she would disappear in a minute. "Fuck, you're beautiful."




At Last



"You too." Allie sat up, sitting and facing me, reaching out to take both of my hands in hers. "Wanted to... so long."

My heart swelled. "Same," I said stupidly, trying to sort everything swirling around in my head into words. The desire and the love and the lust and the amazement. Words were not forthcoming. So instead, I took the hem of Allie's shirt in my hands. "Can I?"

"Of course." With that, she reached for my own shirt, and in a few seconds of fumbling, we both had them off. And once more, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Like I said, I'd seen Allie in a bikini before. I knew the sight of the soft curve of her waist and hips, and how her breasts couldn't have looked more perfect behind cloth. But seeing her at the swimming pool was nothing like seeing her sitting in front of me wearing a pale blue bra, barely veiled desire in her eyes as she gazed down at me. I blushed, remembering that I wasn't wearing a great bra that day, that my stomach wasn't anything like as flat as hers. I stopped caring as soon as she kissed me.

Allie flattened me to my bed, just like how she had done in the backyard earlier. This time, though, instead of cold grass beneath us, there was a soft mattress. And there was skin contact. I moaned into the kiss, running my hands up and down Allie's bare back. Wanting to touch all of her.

When I slid a hand underneath the back of her bra, she arched, pushing her breasts into me. -Oh, fuck-. It took a second's fumbling, but I got it undone, and she shrugged it off her shoulders, rolling me onto my side for just long enough to unfasten mine and let it drop to the floor. 

My best friend was lying on my bed, entangled in my arms, naked from the waist up. The girl I was in love with was kissing me, her fingers tracing up my stomach and my rib cage. The girl I had spent so many hours fantasising about was here, and real.

Allie began placing kisses down my chin, and onto my neck, leaving a trail of heat and tingling in the wake of her lips. My head lolling back, I found her breast with my hand. "Oh god, Leah..." whispered Allie, in a voice I'd never heard from her before. I needed to hear more.

I ran my fingertip slowly around her hardening nipple, never quite making contact, and smirked at the way she writhed. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into my hand, and when I shifted my gaze to her face, her eyes were closed. I could see her teeth digging into her lip. I missed the feeling of her kisses on my skin, but there was so much time ahead of us. Right now, what I needed was to hear her moan my name again.

The circles of my finger grew smaller, and Allie's breathing grew faster, until I slowly traced my finger across her nipple. My reward was to see her hips jerk. I let my fingers play all over her breast, finding the places that made her gasp and writhe, until she threw her arms around me and pressed the hardest, deepest kiss I've ever felt onto my lips. My hand, trapped between our bodies, kept working, and when the kiss finally broke, I met her eyes. I didn't look away as I lowered my head to catch her other nipple between my lips.

Allie made a sound I'd never heard before, but one I knew I'd be hearing in my dreams for a long time to come. Her hand came up to cradle the back of my head, guiding my movements with my lips and my tongue. The salty-sweet of her skin, her softness and warmth, flooded my senses, and I couldn't hold back a moan as I ran my tongue around her taut nipple once more.

She pulled my head gently up, and I made a little noise of protest. I could have stayed there, listening to the noises of her pleasure, forever. But she lowered her own head, picked up where she'd left off trailing kisses down my chest, and I was flooded again by my own need. Allie's mouth moved down my chest, onto my breast -- fuck, as her teeth scraped the soft skin. "Mine," she said, in a voice somewhere between a purr and a growl. A second later I felt a warm, wet tongue on my own rock-hard nipple, and all of my senses went into overload.

"Ffff... fuck..." I gasped, my hips pushing up against nothing, but the seam of my jeans tight enough to turn my gasp into a whimper. Allie opened her eyes and looked up at me, slowly and deliberately wrapping her lips around my breast, and I could tell I was wetter than I had ever been in my life. Her tongue was moving perfectly, and the look in her eyes, oh god...

When her lips left my breast, I couldn't stop myself from whimpering at the loss. Her hands, though, were heading towards the button of my jeans, and I immediately moved to return the favour. As I fumbled with the zip of her skirt, I pressed my lips to her earlobe. I let my tongue touch it, then pulled it between my teeth, and her response was the exact same moan I've been hearing in my head for so long.

Once my jeans and her skirt were discarded, I pulled her close to me, wrapping my body around her. Big spoon. I could feel her body against mine, completely bare except for our underwear, and I wanted to touch every inch of her. My lips returned to her earlobe, her neck, the spot just behind her ear -- leaving kisses and bites on every area that had evoked a response from her. And as she gasped and moaned, I let my hand drift down her stomach.

When my fingers slid beneath the waistband of her underwear, her hips pushed forward, grinding into my hand, and she made a high-pitched noise made louder by the bite I placed just over her pulse point. I let my hand move further down, separating my fingers to slide either side of her clit, and fuck, she was wet. I could feel the damp fabric of her underwear against the back of my hand, and my fingers were already slick.

"Oh my god, fuck," panted Allie, her hips rocking. I had almost never heard her swear, in three years of friendship, and that word in her voice lit a fire in my mind. I slid a finger over her clit, and was rewarded with another hissing moan. Pressing my lips and my teeth into her neck and shoulder, I let my finger make tiny circles around her clit. "Mine," I echoed, as I left a mark on her shoulder that I knew would last for days. The sounds Allie was making were spurring me on, and I shifted us so she was lying on her back, and I was half on top of her. Letting my thumb slowly stroke her clit, I sank a finger inside her. 

Allie's body went rigid. "Fuck... Leah, oh my god..." she whimpered as I worked my finger in and out of her. Her pussy clung tight to my finger, to the second finger that I eased into her, alongside the first. Her fingernails left tiny crescents on my back. "You're... oh fuck, Leah... I'm..." 

"You feel so good," I murmured into her ear, before placing one more kiss on it and pulling away. My body was on fire, and I needed to taste her. 

I kissed my way down Allie's stomach, running my tongue inside her navel for a moment. Her little squeal made my heart leap. More kisses on her thighs, and I finally slid her underwear down and off. I was between my best friend's legs. She was completely naked, moaning my name, and I could smell her arousal. Curling my fingers inside her, and keeping my eyes locked on hers, I ran my tongue around her clit for the first time.

Allie's hips bucked, her slick pussy clenching around my fingers. "I'm... oh fuck, Leah, I'm gonna..."

Acting on an evil impulse, I looked up, moving my mouth away, and keeping my fingers still. "What do you want, Allie?"

Allie's eyes were almost glazed over with desire. "Don't stop!"

"Tell me what you want," I repeated softly, letting my breath ghost across her clit. A surge of desire swept through me, and I felt my clit give a throb. Allie's moans were intoxicating. I needed to hear more.

"Please keep doing that... licking me..." she gasped. "Please let me come!"

"Good girl," I whispered, letting my head drop again, taking her clit between my lips. Working my fingers in and out once more. And it pushed Allie over the edge.

The sounds she made in orgasm intoxicated me far more than the alcohol had. Her hips were bucking and rocking, and she was crying out, moans and whimpers that turned into my name. "Leah!" After an impossibly long time, her body went limp. She flopped back against my pillows, and I shifted myself to lie beside her.

Allie flung her arms around me, pressing the deepest kiss I had ever known onto my lips. My tongue met hers, explored her mouth, letting her taste herself. When she drew away, it was barely a centimetre, her breath hot on my lips. "I love you."

We've told each other that we love each other before. I've told Allie how much I love her as she's cried on my shoulder, she's told me she loves me when I've been on top of the world and joyous that she's been sharing it with me. But none of those were on the level of that moment. There was nothing in the world like Allie coming so hard around my fingers, kissing me more passionately than I could even have imagined, looking into my eyes, and saying those three words to me.

"I love you too." Almost as soon as the words were past my lips, Allie laid claim to my mouth once more, lightly pushing me back by my shoulders. She lay me down, on my back, pulling her lips from mine to continue where she'd left off before, and I entwined my fingers through her hair, watching her with half-closed eyes. My body was tight and hot, my desire for this girl unmistakeable; the kisses she was trailing down my body left my skin tingling. It took all the willpower I had to not reach down and draw my own fingers between my legs, relieving the pent-up lust that had been building all night. Her tongue swept across my nipple, and I clapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my cry of pleasure.

"Don't do that," whispered Allie, looking up at me with a devilish grin. "I like hearing you." Sucking, licking at my nipple; kissing her way slowly to my other breast to give it the same treatment. "Just lie back, baby. Just enjoy it."

If there's any sound as hot as Allie desperately asking me to make her come, it's Allie telling me to lie back and enjoy as she brings me to the same edge.

She started trailing kisses down my stomach, and I moaned at the loss of her mouth on my breasts, but knowing where she was going now, I could just about handle the wait. She kissed a line down my stomach, and finally slid her fingers into the waistband of my underwear, pulling it down.

"Holy fuck, you're so wet," she said in a voice that can only be described as a purr.

"You think?" I gasped. "Cause of you."

"Good." I felt a light kiss on one of my outer lips, and moaned urgently, pushing my hips towards her. "You're impatient." "I've been patient for three years!" I moaned, tightening the hold my hand had in her hair. There was a second's silence as I realised the implications of what I'd just said, and Allie clearly did too. A grin spread across her face, before she returned her focus to the task at hand. Her tongue slid between my pussy lips and found my clit.

I never knew it could feel like this. I'd had sex with a couple of people before. Guys and girls. And it was fine, good even. But with just the tip of Allie's tongue on my clit, I was seeing stars behind my eyelids. Her lips and tongue moved and I felt the tip of her tongue nudge my entrance, slip inside me. My hips were rocking, silently pleading for more, and Allie answered with a finger, and then two, plunging inside me as her hot mouth returned to my throbbing clit. Fuuuuck...

I was done for.

A jumble of ecstatic words and sounds came from somewhere deep inside me as the tension that had built up all night shattered. My body couldn't contain it any more. Allie's arm held me in place, but my hips still tried to buck, and her tongue kept on licking, kept me gasping and moaning.

As my body finally relaxed, Allie gave one long, slow, final lick, sending another shiver through my body, before pulling herself back up the bed. I kissed her, less fiercely than before, holding her close to me. Our kisses all night had been passion, excitement, desire. Through this one, I did all I could to convey love. And Allie kissed me back with all she had.

"I love you," I whispered as her lips left mine. Her eyes were bright, and as soon as I spoke, her smile -- her glorious smile -- spread across her face. 

"I love you too."

Leaving our clothes where they'd scattered on the floor, I pulled a blanket over us, and switched off my lamp. It must have been well past three in the morning, and I was beyond worn out. There was so much I wanted to talk to her about, but I knew how much time there was ahead of us. Time that we would spend together.

***

I'm awake, and if Allie wasn't here beside me, I'm not sure if I'd have believed that last night wasn't a dream. But here she is, curled up by my side; dark marks in the shape of my mouth dot her neck and her shoulders. When her eyelids start to flutter, I'm watching her; the first thing she sees when she lifts her head is me. Her eyes, groggy for a moment, become clear as they're looking into mine.

"Good morning."

"Morning," she laughs softly, reaching up to place a soft kiss on my lips. "Wow."

"Wow," I agree. My eyes are still locked onto hers, and for some reason, we dissolve into laughter. I fall back into a lying position, Allie promptly settling down beside me. There is so much to talk about, so much that I want to say. But this moment says it all.



At Last



A wild storm had kicked up quite a fuss; and the power has been knocked out because of it. In this house, set back in the woods accessible only by a long gravel road, there are candles lit and the scent of the rain is blowing in gently from the open windows. And she is there, lying across the loveseat with her bare feet dangling over the arm. I can't help but to admire her in her short khaki skirt looking peaceful listening to a slow song. She seems to never go without her music, no matter the circumstances. Laura is unaware of my presence, and I have a fleeting moment where I tell myself I shouldn't be looking at my friend's wife with my imagination spinning out of control. But looking isn't doing, and last I heard there were no strict rules against that. 

Besides the soulful music, it's silent in the house, a bit too silent. When my eyes come back to her I see she has finally noticed she isn't alone anymore. Instead of being startled she smiles at me. "Felix, what are you doing here?"

"I was just stopping by to make sure you guys were okay. I told him I would check on you while he was out of town." Her husband, my friend, didn't ask me to do anything, but I thought I should. 

"I'm relaxing, enjoying the music and sounds of the storm, not a care in the world." She says, still smiling. I ask where the kids are because it's never this quiet. She laughs and tells me they are staying the night at her sister's. "She owes me more than one night, but they don't like to be gone from home for too long. They get home sick. I have to admit I absolutely love the solitude. I'm never alone anymore."

"Oh, well if you're trying to be alone..."

"No, I didn't mean for you to leave. Stay and enjoy the peace with me for a few."

So I sit down with her and we enjoy a comfortable bit of quiet and then we chatted easily about different little things that made us laugh or shake our heads and I enjoyed being with her. The longer I sat with her and talked to her and looked at her, the stronger my need to touch her became. She pointed to a bright red cardinal playing in a puddle outside with another cardinal not so bright in color and we both turned on the couch to look out the open window. A strong breeze sprayed rain onto our faces and we both leaned back away from the window laughing like carefree children.

"I better shut this before the couch gets soaked" Kneeling on the seat of the couch she reaches to lower the window but it won't budge. "Here, let me help", and kneeling behind her, my arms extend over hers and before she can move her hands the window slides down fast, our arms coming down with it, causing us both to bend over quickly. Her ass lands directly on my lap and I can feel myself getting hard in an instant. We both get untangled in a flustered hurry. She is blushing and it only makes me more aroused for some strange reason.

I licked a raindrop from my bottom lip and couldn't help but notice when her eyes went to my mouth and then to my eyes as if to see if I noticed her looking. I reached for her face to gauge her reaction, to see if I was misreading things, her eyes widened a bit as if surprised. "You have a few raindrops on your cheek." And I brushed my fingertips against her soft skin "There, all gone" And she softly released the breath she had been holding, which I probably wouldn't have noticed if I had not been paying attention. So now I knew. Now I was really in trouble, and if I was going to keep myself from doing something stupid I needed to get the hell out of there. "I should probably go."

She looked down, "Oh, okay. Thank you for checking up on me. I appreciate it."

But I didn't want to go and I wasn't exactly rushing to get up. I was actually thinking of some excuse to stay longer when she looked up quickly, "I love this song!"

I had forgotten there was any music on, but now I paid attention to the slow romantic song and inspiration struck. "How about a quick dance before I go? Another way to enjoy your peace" I say half jokingly. I expected her to say no, knowing she is shy about dancing in front of other people, but she surprises me and says yes.

I stand and hold out my hand and she places her fingers in the palm of my hand and slowly stands and comes to stand close to me. My other hand goes around her waist, hers on my shoulder and we begin to slow dance. Once our eyes meet, they stay there, and she says quietly, "At last". I look at her inquiringly and she smiles sweetly when she speaks again, "That's the name of the song." Now I am wondering if she has been thinking about this, about us, before. And how did I not know?

Our bodies have been edging closer and closer, I loosen my hold on her hand and run my hand up her arm and down her back, slowly bringing her closer still. We both stop dancing not able to concentrate on it anymore and I say to her, "Please... don't tell me to stop" I lean down and kiss her gently and she kisses me back. Feeling her sweet tongue on my lips has me wanting to taste her in return. Her arms windd around my neck and I feel her body pressing against mine and still I need more of her.

I don't remember pressing her against the wall, but am very aware of gently pushing her skirt up her thighs and my hands discover more soft skin. Our tongues still tasting each other as I caress her thighs playing with the edge of her panties in a way that lets her know I want more, much more, but she won't know when or exactly where I'll go next. I feel her body trembling and her heart racing. It's very doubtful anything like this will ever happen again between the two of us and I want to draw it out for as long as possible, but I really doubt we will be able to control ourselves for very long. 

She is hot as lava in my arms and her body is telling me she wants me as bad as I want her. Every moan and incoherent word is turning me on more and more. She slides her leg up my thigh, wrapping herself around me trying to get closer. I grab her delicious ass and lift her up until I can feel the heat of her cunt on my hard dick and she wraps her other leg around me, squeezing and grinding. My hands slide under her panties a bit massaging and kneading her ass cheeks to the rhythm she has set.

We still have not been able to unlock from our kiss, the feel of her tongue and the way she sucks on my lips has me hypnotized.

Then like a splash of water in my face she pulls her lips from mine and pushes away. Chest heaving, lips swollen from our kisses she says, "I can't. We can't do this. I'm... sorry."

She wasn't the only one trying to catch their breath, "You're right. Laura, I apologize and it won't happen again. I better leave now." I quickly turn and head for the front door and walk out in the pouring rain to my car. Hands searching my pockets for my car keys I call myself all kinds of a fool for doing what I did instead of just leaving when I knew I should have. Even now I still wanted to go storming back in and kiss all reason and logic right out of her, touch her everywhere until all objections to the situation flew away with the wind. Shit! Where are the damn keys?

"Felix! You forgot your keys." I turned rooted to the spot not trusting what any movement might set me off to do and watched her dash through the rain towards me. Instantly soaked, she held my keys out to me but all I could do was admire her nipples and the roundness of her breasts through her thin white shirt. 

I really don't know how long I would have stayed that way if she had not covered herself with her hands. I looked up and started to apologize yet again when I saw her lips wet and glistening from the rain. I wanted to know what she tasted like in the rain too. I mentally shook myself and reached for the keys which were now being held between her fingers and her breast. When my fingers briefly brushed against her hard wet nipple she moaned and tried to pull back at the same time which resulted in her slipping and when I tried to catch her I ended up slipping in the mud as well. I was quick enough to make sure my weight didn't land on her and didn't mind at all when she landed on me instead.

When I saw her disgruntled, mud-splattered face I couldn't help but laugh. "Oof!" I went after she repaid my laughter with an elbow to my ribs. This seemed to improve her mood because now she was laughing at me! Well I am a believer in revenge so I began tickling her ribs and that started a rolling in the mud tickling match. Not much later I ended up on top of her and we were both out of breath with laughing so much and almost completely covered with mud. She giggled and said "You've got a spot of mud on your cheek that looks like a heart."

"Ugh, a heart? What do I look like, a girl?!" She giggled again and reached up and wiped the girly splatter off my cheek, then her hand stopped but I still felt her touch and when I looked into her eyes I saw she was no longer feeling playful. Taking a handful of my hair, she pulled my face down and kissed me with an urgency that was contagious. Instead of getting pushed away again later after getting all worked up, I pulled back a little, and asked "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Felix, I want to do this."

I grabbed the bottom of her soaked, muddy shirt and pulled it up over her head, tossing it to the general vicinity of the porch, then directed my complete attention to her exposed skin. I touched with my lips, tongue and teeth, holding her in place with my hands under her back as she slid around in reaction to my touch. It wasn't raining quite as heavy anymore, but it was like taking a low pressure shower, and with the temperature being in the nineties lately it felt damn good out in the rain and mud. I really can't express how grateful I was for the complete lack of neighbors.

"Take your shirt off too." She demanded, and damn it, I aim to please so that's exactly what I did next. She playfully traced mud over my chest and abs and I could tell how much she liked what she saw and felt. I hauled her up and against my chest and kissed her with the rain coming down on us, water sliding down over our skin as we caressed each other into a erotic frenzy of astonishing need.

Her hands were frantic in their need to unfasten my pants and when I felt her pull my cock out and stroke me I became single-minded in my need to be inside her. I yanked her skirt up to her waist and ended up ripping her panties to get them off her which seemed to excite her extremely. 

Before I could do anything else she pushed me back to a lying position and straddled me. I was so damn hard; she grabbed the base and guided herself down slowly. As the head began penetrating her, she moaned and her neck arched back and I swear I will never forget the sight of her covered in mud, rain slicing in rivulets down her body, her tight hard nipples. She looked so exotic riding me, and how I felt her tightening on my cock as she came, moaning in pleasure, I don't know how I restrained from exploding inside her right then and there. 

But this wasn't an occasion that would allow for a simple quickie. I pulled out and urged her to change position which she was more than willing to do, raring to cum again. I practically slid in the mud to get behind her as she got on hands and knees in the rain and what a view! Her pussy looked so eager for attention, lips pouting. Much to her delight I slammed deep inside her, and kept a steady, swift pace that had our skin pounding together, splashing water and mud off each other. She braced her weight with one arm as she used her other hand to stroke her clit in regular yet frenzied motion. As she came yet again she slammed her ass back to meet my thrusts trying to go even faster which was hardly possible but the effort felt amazing. 

She screamed in ecstasy during her release and not long after, I warned her I was about to explode myself. I was a bit alarmed when she pulled off me but was then in seventh heaven when she whipped around to finish me off with that sweet mouth of hers. Every time I felt her mouth descend down the length of my cock I could feel how wild with arousal she still was by the amount of enthusiasm she showed. 

As I felt myself starting to cum I pulled out and shot what seemed an impossible amount all over her throat and breasts. As I tried to catch my breath I watched the rain wash her beautiful pale skin, splattered with mud and my cum. And wondered what could possibly be better than this...



At Last



Dear readers this is my first story on here so it may be a little rough. All characters are 18 and up. Critism is welcomed. I hope you enjoy it.

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We meet at Asian Cuisine. I have already picked out a booth and now waiting. My stomach is full of butterflies. We have been talking over internet for over a month.

I can't believe you are coming up from Florida just to meet me. You are all that I think about. I see you walk in and head towards me. I'm super nervous. What if you don't want me after you meet me. What if you don't like me as much as I like you? You sit down and smile at me. Your smile calms my nerves. Conversation is really easy and we really hit it off.

As we get up to get our food I compare myself to you. You are 5'9". You have turquoise eyes, long silky black hair, and full luscious lips. You're not a toothpick and yet I wouldn't say you're fat. You have nice firm 38 D breasts. The thing I love the most though is you nice round juicy ass.

Now as for me. I am 5'6". I have blue (sometimes green) eyes, short straight brown hair, and skinny lips (I think). I am a bit on the fluffy side. I have bigger (but as firm) breasts at size 42 D. Plus I have a fat ass.

While we are eating I feel your foot gliding up and down my leg. I nearly choke on my shrimp. I look around to see if anyone is looking. Your getting me wet. 

You look at me and say," Mommy open your legs." I'm so turned on right now. I know i should feel weird with you calling me Mommy (which I am not), but god u get me so horny when you call me that. I look around again before opening my legs. A moan escapes my lips as your foot makes contact with my jean covered pussy. 

"Does mommy want some dessert now?" You're looking at me like I'm your desert.

"Babygirl let's skip the dessert," I manage to finally choke the words out. You smile as the check gets paid and we gather our stuff to leave. As we met at the restaurant we both get in separate vehicles. 

We finally get to your hotel room. Once we enter u shove me against the wall. Kissing me urgently. Your leg is between my thighs. I start to grind my pussy on your leg.

You break the kiss to whisper in my ear, "Has babygirl made momma wet? Mommy is acting like a slut rubbing her pussy against babygirl." 

"Yes baby girl. Mommy is a slut. She is your slut." As I continue to grind my pussy into her leg I remove her shirt to see her gorgeous 42 DD breasts not covered by a bra. She has gorgeous dark dime sized nipples. I lean down and take her left nipple in my mouth. Gently rolling it between my teeth.

"Oh fuck! Mommy you have me so wet. Yes suck my nipples mommy. Oooohhhh. It feels so good." I continue the assault for a few minutes then switch and do the same to her other nipple. As I pleasure her right breast I move my left hand down to unbutton her jeans. 

"Does babygirl want mommy to fuck her sweet little pussy?" I ask as I trace her outer lips.

She starts bucking her hips," Yes! Fuck my pussy my beautiful slut." With that I penetrate her with two fingers and drive them in and out. Her pussy juice coats my hand and makes a squelching sound as my fingers fuck in and out her deliciously tight pussy.

I continue my assault on her nipples as I fuck her pussy. I slid in a third finger and in no time I can tell she is getting close.

She grabs my hair and shoves me to my knees, "Lick my pussy mommy slut." I obey as I pull her jeans down. I don't even give her time to catch her breath before I dive into that delicious pussy. I keep fucking her with three fingers as I suck her clit into my mouth. I nibble it with my teeth a little and I feel her insides tighten.

"Oh fuck mommy! I'm gonna cum!" I look up as her face and suck her clit into my mouth hard sending her over the edge. She screams my name as she cums.

Her knees buckle and she slides to the floor on her back. I don't stop though. I keep eating her pussy until she cums three more times. On her fourth orgasm she passes out. I pick her up and take her to the bed, curling up next to her. I wonder what tomorrow brings.



At Last



The woman looked at her reflection. She was no beauty, yet there was tremendous beauty in her. As her hands flowed along the side of her face and down her neck, she thought, "Who didn't start out as beautiful? Wasn't it the things that happened later that began to conceal it...diminish it?" 

Her eyes wandered to the trees and sunshine outside. But what they saw were the vignettes of long ago memories. Memories that crept into her heart like robbers, trying to snatch away whatever beauty she had left. 

The child sat huddled in the corner, by the entrance door of the meager apartment. Her four year old eyes became horrified saucers as she watched Daddy punch Mommy hard in the stomach. Gasping, Mommy doubled up in pain. 

"Why Daddy? Why?" 

The child winced...her heart winced. Was this how Mommies and Daddies loved!? She closed her eyes to blot out the scene. She didn't want to know! She didn't want to remember! 

She was too late. It was already imbedded in her mind. 

More images swirled and the woman's thoughts jumped, one to another. 

It was dark, and the child stood in the frame of a big black curtainless window. Beside her sat Mommy, huddled and weeping. She knew they had to go through yet another of what she called the terrible waiting times. 

As the hours passed, Mommy crumpled… broken...into the child's tiny embrace. "It's okay, Mommy." She cooed comfortingly. "It's okay." 

Somewhere out there in the dark was Daddy. Who knew when he would return? Who knew what to expect when he did? The child only knew that when he walked through that door, there would be that terrible feeling inside her tummy. Later, as a woman, she would come to learn it was the same fear soldiers felt before meeting the enemy. 

A breeze splashed the woman's face and brought her back to the present. She inhaled deeply. Focusing once again on the new green leaves unfolding...the sweet scent of cut grass. She let their presence infuse her with beauty once again. 

It was always like this...always this battle. One thing robbing her beauty while another would replenish it. And it was always a fine line to walk. Her greatest fear was that she would one day fall to the wrong side forever. 

Below her, under the maple trees, she saw her own daughter playing with other children. The woman tried to protect her daughter without overprotecting her. That too, proved to be a fine line to walk. She let out an anguished moan. Why did everything always have to be a fine line!? The silent question threw a wrinkle across her brow as again the robbers crept in to stalk her. 

The child was pushed and teased and no one defended her. There were no friends to stand by her. Naturally she had once run to Mommy, but Mommy was angry. Why was she so angry? Why was Mommy always hurting her...blaming her? Why didn't she protect? Why didn't she hug and comfort? Wasn't that what people who loved each other do? 

By the age of six, the child knew she was alone. 

"Mom!?" 

The woman turned to see her daughter run into the room towards her. As she took in the miracle of this precious person, again she was infused with beauty. She saw that her daughter's eyes were blurring with moisture. No doubt there had been a hurtful exchange among playmates...and enough blame to go around twice. 

She knew her daughter had her foibles. She knew her daughter very well. There would be time to deal with those. She opened her arms and hugged and comforted her. 

As the night grew darker and the children slept, the woman felt the presence of her lover. He gathered her up into his arms easily, despite her generous proportions. 

She felt his eyes looking at her through the darkened air. She wondered what he really saw. Did he see the beauty only? Was that the attraction? Was he even aware of the lack of beauty? If so, did it matter? Or was even that, in some perverse way, what drew him to her? 

He said she thought too much. She thought he was right. 

As she faced him, his hand rose to her cheek and held it. She breathed in his scent. It was a pleasant combination of sweat and cologne. Leaning into his hand with eyes closed, she felt the robbers stealing closer...invading even this moment of respite. She felt her heart begin to pound. 

The child vied for Daddy's attentions, begging to be loved. But Daddy ignored the child. He rarely spoke to her. And when he was aware of her, he discussed her in the third person. It didn't matter that she heard him. 

"Why must she come fishing with me? Can't you take her shopping with you?" 

"But she WANTS to be with you, can't you see that?" said Mommy. 

Soon the child stopped asking to be with anyone. 

The woman felt the robbers at her throat. Her stomach began to tense and hurt. They were reaching down into her heart and cutting part of it away! They were leaving a hole! Inside the woman flinched. Then she remembered that the robbers had done this many years ago. It was just a phantom memory. But it still felt so real! 

An anguished whimper escaped her as she fell into her lover's embrace. When would the hole be filled!? When would it be over!? 

Their lips met hungrily and the kiss began. She knew it would be long and passionate. The passion had never consumed them though. Her lover would not let it. She would push and push, almost like some wanton slut. But he would always say no. 

The lover knew the woman's needs. He knew how her pure love had been tainted. How her trust had been abused. He knew how she had been betrayed, even when she tried to deny it. He knew, because he had been betrayed too. He understood the hole and what it could drive a person to do. Prostituting one's body would not fill the hole. He would not let her offer herself that way. He would not take her that way. He knew the woman's needs. 

It wasn't always that way. At first, he courted her. He readily spoke of his own thoughts and feelings to her. It was not something that normally came easily to him. Somehow, she could help him speak of things he would not speak of with others. He used her. 

Then, in gratitude, he sought out her heart. He asked her about her thoughts...her feelings. Soon gratitude was replaced by something more. He wanted to know and enjoy everything about her. He knew it would be an endless task. He looked forward to spending a lifetime in accomplishing it. 

Meanwhile, the woman tried to fill the hole in her heart. Meeting her lover had brought her closer to succeeding than she had ever been. She had offered herself to him many times. She knew it was not truly her nature to be so brazen. But the hole could make even the meekest person brazen. Her lover rebuffed her. A part of her was glad. 

Still, the woman was not surprised when her lover used her as a vessel for his own venting and unloading. She accepted that as the paid price to fill the hole. But when the lover reciprocated, allowing her to use him as well, she was very surprised! 

She soon saw that it was more than mere duty for him. As she spoke, he would look and listen with rapt interest. He always seemed to have questions. He laughed with her. He cried with her. He got angry with her. 

For the first time the woman knew what it meant to have someone's loyalty. For the first time the woman felt arms hug and comfort her when she wept. For the first time the woman felt she was not being seen in the third person. Rather, she was wanted! She was first and foremost in someone else's heart. Her lover knew her needs! 

All this flashed through the woman's thoughts during the passion of their kiss. 

The lover sensed a change in her immediately. Had it finally happened? Was the moment finally here? Was the hole filled at last so that the woman could finally give for the simple pleasure of giving? His lips released hers and he pulled away to see into her eyes more clearly. 

Her smile seemed much more peaceful. The storm that lived in her eyes for so long seemed finally quelled. He felt that she was looking at him as if for the first time. This time it was he that demanded more than a kiss. He knew the right moment had finally come. 

His arms continued to embrace her. His lips resealed with her own. Despite the peacefulness he sensed in her, there was no less passion… maybe even more. His body pressed hard against hers, forcing her to recline beneath him. 

Covering her body with his, he inhaled deeply before pressing his lips into the base of her neck...kissing her...marking her completely his at last. 

All his five senses burst alive and all they could sense was her. She was the universe to him right now. She was his greatest desire. 

The woman felt light-headed at first. Then a warmth flooded her body. With it came the strong desire to make her lover happier than he had ever been. The thought drove her more than the filling of the hole. In fact, the hole had been forgotten. 

As he pleasured in kissing her body she encouraged him by enjoying what he offered. An easy task since it was genuinely so enjoyable! 

For all the times that the woman had sex in her life, this was the first time that she had ever made love. What astounded her was how much more passionate and intense the latter was compared to the former! Neither of them "used" the other, yet both felt fulfilled by meeting the other's needs. 

That night fireworks lit their sky many times over. Their bodies entwined and writhed in a fluid dance. Flesh touching flesh...senses overloading...lover's laughter floating. 

Their sex was pure and loving. 

In the days that followed they explored sex in all it's glory. They explored it without inhibitions, in every capacity...in every room...in every position. They became the fulfillment of one another's fantasies. Their hearts were light and carefree and safe in one another's hands. 

The man took the hand of his woman. She looked up at him, knowing that she belonged to him...knowing he would provide for her without abusing her. That he would never harm her...or let anyone else harm her either. Somehow, that made submission less frightening. 

As her hand clasped together in his, the man looked at the woman. He knew that she would never ask more of him than was fair. She would be his helpmate and work by his side to lighten his tasks. And she would soothe his heart. Somehow, that made leadership seem less daunting. 

When the man and the woman walked past others, the others did not see them as overly beautiful. But when they looked at one another, all each could see was beauty refreshed a hundred times over. 

And they smiled.



At Last



Stacey sat at her desk. It was almost ten o'clock. Her candle glowed beside her. Mozart's sweet tones sung from the speakers. Her long, dark hair was loosely pulled up and fastened with a white clip. Two stray tendrils hung on either side of her face. She was wearing his white collarless shirt and a pair of jeans. She often wore that shirt when she wanted to feel close to him. Her fingers on the keys and her foot propped up on the computer at her feet in a way Andy would surely not approve. She was waiting. Her muse had been neglecting her lately. Perhaps it was chased away by the sorrow and worry torturing her thoughts as of late.

Andy wanted his freedom, his space. That is what he told her. She remembers the exact place she was when he said this. She was sitting on the bed packing her things for the trip to see him. Anticipation filled her very existence before that phone call. Not only was she finally going to embrace her Love, she was going to hear him play in the Brooks Center with his college Jazz Ensemble. She could think of nothing else the whole month since last she saw him. But when he told her their relationship was over, she felt that seeing him up on that stage was a bitter-sweet heaven she could not bare. She did not go to that concert. Her computer stared angrily at her begging her attention. But the words did not come. She checked AIM. He was not on. Mozart teased her so she switched to something else. Fred Astaire began to romance her for a time. She closed her eyes and pictured the dances that went with each song. Then she heard a knock at the door.

Andy knew her routine. She had told him often about what time she sat down to write. He could hear the music coming from outside the building. He knew the kids would not be there this weekend. He got out of the car. The past month of the relationship replayed in his mind. He remembered exactly where he was when he told her "it's time for number six." The sixth break up that is. He remembered the silence that followed that statement. He remembered the tears he could hear over the phone though she tried to silence them. He remembered the scent of her skin, the way the sun accented the highlights of her hair, and the way she looked at him just as he entered her body. 

Her words however, are what he wanted to forget. Stacey had told him, "I can't promise you anything." Although she never came out and said it, he knew. Her wounds were too deep to heal on her own. She needed tenderness, understanding. She needed physical love. And though her heart would always belong to Andrew, the hope that kept her faithful to him was gone. Andy knew it was just a matter of time until she sought the comfort of another man's arms. He had told himself he didn't care but he found himself thinking about it during the day. His teeth cringed with every mental picture that came to mind. He could not let it happen, not as long as he loved her the way he did. Without saying a word, he got in his car and drove to see her. Now he stood waiting for his angel to answer the door.

Stacey opened the door cautiously at first. She looked down to the floor. There lay a dozen white and lavender roses, her favorites. Stacey picked up the bouquet, closed her eyes, and breathed in the sweet perfume. And then she felt his hand softly brush her cheek. Her eyes opened to see him. "Stacey." He spoke. But she could not say a word. She just stared into those eyes that seemed bluer than she remembered. Her hand trembled as she touched his face as if she was afraid it was a dream that would end. He tilted his head to meet her hand and put his hand on top of hers to reassure her that he was real and not a ghost of her wishful imagination. His hair was a bit lighter from the Southern sun. His beard was groomed to perfection. He wore his black suit because he knew she loved to see him in it. And he smiled as he gazed down to see she was wearing his shirt as well. Stacey turned her head away to let a tear escape undetected. But as always, Andrew could sense when she cried. He caught that tear with a kiss. "Stacey? What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Oh my god, Andy! I'm so happy you are here. I thought I would never see you again."

"Now why would you think that? I never said I didn't love you." As soon as he said those words, he realized how inaccurate they were.

"Well, you did say that once. But I know you love me, Andy. I just didn't think you loved me enough to be with me. That's all."

"Stacey, I've come here to tell you something."

"Here comes that other shoe."

"No, it's not that at all." He heard "The way you look tonight" playing in the background. "Dance with me, Stacey." He led her to the middle of the living room and took her roses to lay them on the coffee table. They danced for that short time. Fate demanded more and randomly played "Never gonna to dance." She loved dancing with him. She loved the way he led her and the way his cheek pressed to hers. She loved the scent of him, the way his beard tickled her. She loved the way he moved and hummed along with the music. But then he stopped all of a sudden. "Stacey?"

"What Andy? But don't stop dancing. I love this song." He took her hand into his once again.

"Stacey, I was wrong."

"Yes, but I'm use to it by now." She seemed all caught up in the dancing and not paying attention to the words. He lifted her chin until her eyes were staring into his.

"No, listen. I was wrong. I got scared. I thought I had to choose. I thought I couldn't deal with you and your life. But I have found that I cannot deal with a life that does not include you."

"But you do have me, Andrew. I'm yours. In some way I always will be."

He became a little frustrated. "Damn it, Stacey. I don't want 'in some way'. I want you."

"I know honey, but let's finish dancing first. You can fuck me after this song." She rested her head back on his chest.

He became very frustrated. "Stacey! Will you please stop steamrolling me and let me finish." He stopped dancing and stepped back so as to look at her. "I love you. I want you. I want to be with you. I can't stop picturing a life with you and I know that if we go on this way it won't happen. I know you will sleep with someone else. I thought I was okay with that. I thought I could handle it. But I don't want you sleeping with anyone else."

"Well, you should have thought of that before you came up with this arrangement."

"What does that mean? Have you been with anyone else?"

"No Andy. I'm not ready. I'm too much in love with you."

"Than stay in love with me, and I you." 

"Andy..."

"No, Stacey. Don't you see what I'm saying? Fuck my arrangement. Fuck my freedom, my space. I want all of you back. I want to be yours again and you mine."

She couldn't speak. This is exactly what she wanted to hear. This is what she wanted. But she was scared. His fear might influence him again. He might once again tell her he didn't love her. What was she going to say? He was looking at her with that expression of his, the one he wore when she almost walked out of his life Christmas Eve. Her mouth opened and voiced these words. "Andy. How can I?"

"Don't you love me?"

"Of course I love you. See these tears? They're for you, for us, and all the things you have done to us. She tapped her chest to simulate the beating. "This heart. You posses it entirely in a way no other man ever has or ever could. But that damn fear of yours turns you into a coward. You make no sense. You would skydive out of an airplane if given the chance. But you won't love with your eyes closed and your heart open. You won't take my hand and just let me love you entirely. You try to fit it into your life, into your goals. Love doesn't work that way. You can't put it on a priority list as if it was part of a sequence of errands. I guess your love is different. But to me it is like skydiving. Once you jump, there's no such thing as pause. Your love is a tape that can be stopped and rewound."

"I know that now, Stacey. It's the same for me as it is for you. I haven't stopped loving you nor do I want to go back when there was no commitment. Let me prove it to you."

"And how are you going to do that?"

Andy grabbed her and pulled her close to him. With their bodies pressed up against each other, he kissed her. It a kiss unlike any she had ever felt. It was like he needed to be with her. It was like he wanted to let his body express his heart's love. He never took his eyes off her as he led her up the stairs. He lay her down on the bed. "Stacey, I do love you. Be my goddess, my love, my world?" His hand touched her cheek. Then he leaned down to kiss her. His lips touched hers softly at first as if this time she was the dream. And then his passion consumed him as his kiss became stronger, deeper. Their tongues entwined.

Fear, joy, sorrow, uncertainty, confusion, and Love coursed through her body. Desire demanded attention so she gave into her bodies needs, her hearts wishes. It was him. How could she not? He took off his jacket as he kissed her neck. Her head fell back inviting more attention. "Andy, please..."

"Yes Stacey." His voice resonated in her ears. Something about the tone of his voice when he was that close, when he was that excited just made him all the more irresistible.

"Never mind. Just keep talking." Andrew snickered a bit at that and began to unbutton Stacey's shirt as his mouth made it's journey down to her breasts. He took off her shirt and then his own. With a new found skill, he unhooked her bra with one pinch of his fingers. Her full breasts were bare before him. Her nipples erect awaiting his attention. He answered their plea with the soft flickering of his tongue. Her back arched to his efforts and then she screamed as his teeth bit down on her nipple. She could feel her craving him all the more. Her hand quietly slid into her jeans. But Andy noticed it anyway and it excited him further to see her pleasing herself. He was not going to let her continue though. He took both of her hands and pinned them above her head.

"Let me do this in my own time, Stacey. No masturbating until I tell you to." He spoke with that deep voice of his. How could she say no?" So she was at his mercy. She turned her head to look in the mirror. She saw this gorgeous, half-dressed man on top of her, kissing her body, his hot breath on her skin. The sight was more than she could bare. 

"Please Andy! Make love to me."

"Not yet. I'm going to tease you until you come at least ten times before I make love to you." With that, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. His hand slipped inside to her pussy. "You are wet, aren't you? What's got you so horny, Stacey?" He kissed her lips one more time and then he slipped off her jeans. He gently parted her legs. "I'm going to lick your clitoris now." His voice reverberated in her pussy. She lifted her pelvis to invite his tongue. It answered. Andy circled her clit first. But she wanted more. He sensed this and began to slightly suck on it. He was careful to start at the bottom and suck to the end. Every time his mouth reached the tip, she jumped. He applied more pressure. And that was all that was needed to give her that first orgasm. It swelled up in her body like a volcano and exploded with all the force that such pressure would entail. She came. But he would not let her recover. 

Andy continued his teasing. Only this time, he used his fingers as well. His touch was especially pleasurable for he had the skill that only a musician would. And just as he could conjure notes out of his sax, he could conjure them out of her as well. He plunged his fingers deep inside her. With the tips, he flickered back and forth as his tongue echoed every movement his fingers made. Stacey screamed as her body went into spasms. She came again and again until she met that ten orgasm quota in what seemed like just a few minutes. "Andrew. Please, I want to taste you now."

He grated her request and lay on the bed. She crawled on top of him and kissed him. Her eyes closed as her lips met his. His kiss was a spell that made her forget every hurtful word he ever said to her. His hands gently stroked her back as they kissed. Her skin electrified to his touch. Her tongue explored his body further. She tasted his neck, his chest, his stomach, and finally she reached his pants. Quickly freeing him of his clothing, she finally tasted his cock. She loved the taste of him. The sweet, clear nectar coated the tip. She licked the sweet honey with the tip of her tongue. Very slowly, she allowed the full length to slide into her mouth. She began to suck letting him fuck her mouth a bit. His hand pulled back her hair so he could watch. He was turned on my sight and feel. She loved pleasing him this way. She stoked his cock as she sucked it. She twisted her hand as she let it lead her mouth up and down the shaft. She paused a bit to flutter her tongue on the tip and then she resumed the tease. Before long, she felt him push her back on the bed.

Now it was time for Andrew to prove to her the depth of his love. He leaned down to kiss Stacey. Her legs parted and his entered hers. Their bodies connected at last, he opened his whole heart to her. He moved gently inside her. His rhythm was steady and his strokes were deep. But it was different this time. He looked into her eyes the entire time, something he had never done before. One hand slid down the side of her body to rest on her hip as her plunged yet deeper inside her. The other hand reached up to touch her face as he spoke softly. "I do love you, Stacey." She looked into his eyes. They were lucid pools. Finally she could see his love for her. Her hands began to tremble. His hand grabbed hers to steady the shaking and then he softly kissed it. He smiled and then began to express his love with his body.

Andy knew the places inside her that most men neglect.. He knew exactly where and how to hit all of them. But now, it seemed she was even more open to his touch. He lifted her slightly as his cock hit with a force and speed she had never felt. He leaned down to bite her nipples and he watched as she pinched them and caressed her breasts. Her body demanded control so she took it. Stacey threw him back on the bed and climbed on top of him. His cock slid inside of her. She began to grind as she moved up and down. The way he was curved made it all the more enjoyable for her. She cupped her breasts and began to bounce faster. Her legs clamped tighter around him as she came. Again, no time to recover for he flipped her back on the bed. She expected him to put her on her knees, a favorite position of his. But it seemed he didn't want anything that would require him not being able to look at her. So, he propped her ass up on some pillows and once again speared his cock inside her. He pounded it in and out with a force that almost hurt her. She could feel his hip bones bruise her inner thigh as his cock tore into her. She wrapped her legs around him. But that restricted his movement so he held her ankles instead. Faster, deeper, harder.... He fucked her. Faster, Deeper, Harder... while looking into her eyes. FASTER, DEEPER, HARDER... pause... he came.

Andrew's body fell onto hers. She wrapped her arms around him as their love surrounded them both. They kissed and then looked into each other's eyes. In his eyes, she saw her dreams even the ones she had abandoned as a child. In his eyes, she saw who he was and she loved him because if it. In his eyes, Stacey could see a love that could make time stand still. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a song echoed. 

"... for you are mine At Last." 



At Last



“That was such a great movie, I’m glad you rented it,” Leah said, stretching her arms over her head.  She curled up on the opposite end of the couch from her best friend, and when she stretched he saw her creamy white skin, her belly button exposed.

“Yeah, it was pretty good,” Halim agreed.  She caught him looking at her and blushed, her cheeks turning a deep crimson.  She had beautiful soft skin, he longed to run his fingers over her flushed cheeks and through her light brown hair.

“Halim,” she giggled, pretending she had an itch and exposing several inches more flesh as the silk of her pink shirt pulled up from the waistband of her faded blue jeans.  “What are you looking at?”

“The same thing I’m always looking at,” he said as he caught a fleeting glimpse of the pink lace bra that held her more than ample breasts.

“It’s not right,” she said.  When she was nervous her accent, slightly southern and mostly smoothed over by the time they had reached college, showed through. “We’re friends and I don’t want to lose you as a friend.  So quit looking, or thinking, or what ever it is that you are doing.”

He moved closer to her, stole a brief kiss before she pulled away.  She crossed the room and he watched her as she paced back and forth.  She had a great body, that was for sure.  The snug jeans she wore didn’t even begin to mask the beautiful legs of a life-long dancer, or the round ass and hips that left his mouth watering.  Her curves were in all the right places – such a rarity among the skinny little college girls on campus.

“We can’t,” she said.

He watched her pace and wring her hands.  She was so beautiful when she was uncomfortable.  “Why?  I know we both want to.”

Again she blushed, looked down at her graceful feet as she spoke.  “You’re my best friend, I want you to be my best friend.”

All Halim could think of was her body pressed against his, the contrast of her pale skin making his smooth caramel skin look that much darker.  This was not the first time his body had ached for hers.  This conversation had been a long time coming.  All this time he had held off because of their friendship, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

From across the room he found her eyes, held them as he spoke.  “How will we know if we don’t try?” he asked.

“I know,” she said, looking down at the ground and starting to pace again.

“So what’s the question then?” he asked.

There were tears in her eyes as she looked up at him.  Her eyes seemed to take him in, six feet tall and well built.  He had a nice face, with warm inviting eyes that had cried with her more times than she could count.  She had longed to run her hands through his short hair for a long time, and to kiss his gorgeous chest…she shook the thoughts from her head and turned away again.  “I don’t Halim.  I just don’t know.”

	He knew he had gotten to her, but he also knew it was a bad idea to push too far.  “Don’t,” he said simply, and crossed the room to take her face in his hands and wipe her tears.

	She leaned into those strong arms and he hugged her tightly.

	“I’m gonna go,” he said, and she looked up to try to offer him a smile.

	“I’ll call you later,”

	“Alright.”  He kissed her on the forehead and left her dorm room quickly.  As he walked down the hall he half expected to hear her rushing after him, but it didn’t happen.  None-the-less he wore a smile as he passed through the doors and crossed the courtyard to his own building, because he knew he had made Leah think, and that was enough…for now.



	Leah looked around her now-empty dorm room and felt empty.  Lately it seemed that more and more she hated it when Halim left, but…she was clueless about what it was that she actually wanted from him.

	She walked over to the window and saw that a group of her girlfriends were sitting out on the lawn, chatting in the sun.  It looked like a good place to be, so Leah grabbed her sunglasses, slung her bag over her shoulder and headed out the door.

	Her head was in the clouds, her mind was on thoughts of Halim when she walked out into the warm air.  It was a beautiful sunny day, making her wonder what she had been doing inside in the first place.

	“Leah!”  Her friend Amy hollered and waved when she spotted her, a broad smile plastered across her face.  She waved her over, and Leah sat down next to her, glad for the diversion.  There were six girls sitting in the grass, not counting Leah, the usual crowd she had hung around with during her two years on campus.

	“What are you guys up to?” Leah asked, dropping her bag behind her and using it to lean against as she stretched her legs out and got comfortable.

	“Sex.”  Someone quipped, and the others giggled.

	Leah changed her mind about getting comfortable and sat up so she could see everyone.  “Sex?”

	Amy laughed and jabbed her playfully with her elbow.  “It’s even better than that,” she said.  “We were playing a game.”

	“It’s fun,” Laura-Beth, the tiny blonde coed with the blue eyes and the perfect teeth laughed.  “You have to play!”

	“Okay, I’ll bite,” Leah said.  “How’s it work?”

	Amy and Laura-Beth explained the rules of the game and the others giggled nervously.  The game involved one girl asking a question, and the other girls answering whether or not it was something they had tried.  There was more than one blushing face in the group, Leah could tell the questions were prying.

	“Okay, you ready?” Laura-Beth asked.

	Leah nodded.  “I suppose so.”

	“It was Nicole’s turn,” Laura-Beth said, pointing at the quiet brunette.

	Nicole looked around the group and giggled again.  “Okay,” she said.  “Have you ever given a boy a…blow job?”

	Leah thought this was probably the first time those words had passed Nicole’s lips, and that made her laugh.  She was laughing when she realized everyone was looking at her, it was her turn to answer first.  She felt herself blushing as she formulated the answer in her head.  “A few times,” she said.

	“Did you enjoy it?” Nicole asked.

	Everyone turned to look at her, suddenly quiet.  “You mean you haven’t?” Amy asked her.

	“It seems so…well, you know,” Nicole said.  Her face was a deep crimson now, Leah imagined it was quite hot to the touch.

	“No, we don’t know!  It’s so what?” Amy had always been one to push things, this poor girl was not going to get off that easily.

	“I don’t know.”  Nicole scrunched up her face.  “Gross?”

	Amy sighed deeply.  “Girlfriend, you really have got to get out more.”

	“Anyway, who’s next?”  Leah asked, and they went around the circle, each answering the question.  Nicole was the only one who hadn’t, or at least who would admit to it, after Amy’s questioning.  Leah had her doubts about a couple of them, but she kept it to herself.

	Laura-Beth was next to pose the question, and it was obvious everyone was holding their breath as they waited to see what she would come up with.  “I know,” she said, looking around.  “Have any of you ever been with…how shall I word this?  An African American?”

	Leah felt ill.  She had come down here to get her mind off Halim, and now this little blonde was bringing it all back into the light again.  She wondered if it was that obvious.

	“My mother would kill me if I brought a black guy home,” Nicole whispered.

	“We knew you were going to say that,” Amy replied.  “I was with the most amazing sculpture of a man once…”

	“Right, like that wasn’t predictable,” Nicole shot back.

	“No really,” Amy said.  “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

	Leah looked down at her watch.  “Oh shit!  I forgot, I have something I have to do,” she said, standing up and grabbing her bag.  “Sorry guys, I’ll talk to you later!”

	Laura-Beth shot a look after her as she ran off and shrugged.  “Did I miss something?”

	The others shook their heads and went back to the game as Leah rushed back into the building and up the stairs.  When she got to her room she shut the door and snapped the lock in place.



	Less than two hours had passed since he left Leah’s room, and Halim was reading a book for an Ethics class when the phone rang.  Right away he knew who it was.  Trying not to appear to eager, he let it ring three times before he picked it up.

	“Hello?”  he answered calmly.

	“Halim, it’s me.”  Her voice was like music.  Halim wondered how he had resisted her charms all these years that they had been friends.

	“What are you up to honey?”

	“Sitting here, thinking about the conversation we had earlier,” she replied.

	“Oh?  Tell me what you’re thinking.”  He wanted to tell her it was all he could think about, too.  It was taking over his brain, slowly trying to edge everything else from his consciousness.

	“I’m thinking I’m terrified.”

	“You think I’m not scared?”

	There was silence on the other end of the line as she contemplated.

	“Leah, you won’t regret it,” he said.

	“My roommate is gone, if you want to come over and talk some more,” she said.  Her voice shook as she spoke, it was just one more thing for Halim to find sexy about her.

	“I’ll be right over,” he said, and hung up the phone before she had a chance to reconsider.

	His mouth was dry and his heart was beating a mile a minute as he practically ran down the stairs and across the courtyard.  In the lobby of her building he stopped to catch his breath and pop a stick of gum in his mouth.

	When he knocked on her door, she opened it immediately.  Her radiant skin was flushed, he knew her well enough to know she had been biting her nails.  She stepped aside so he could come in the room and shut the door behind him.

	“I’m glad you changed your mind,” Halim said.

	“Wait,” she said.  “I didn’t say I decided, I just wanted to talk about it.”  Leah crossed the room and Halim walked slowly toward her.  Her cheeks are flushed, he knows she is excited for him the same way he is for her.

	“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” Halim said.

	“Halim, are you sure this is a good idea?  I mean…we’ve always just been friends, we might not even feel that way about each other!”

	Halim stared into her eyes as he slowly crossed the room toward her.  The sexual tension could be cut with a knife, he thought to himself, why was she trying to pretend she didn’t feel it?

	As he stepped toward her Leah falls down on the bed, exasperated, and Halim was on her quickly.  She didn’t mind the kiss, he could tell, her lips responded gently and he thought he must be in heaven.  When he stayed on her, kept kissing, she tried to push him away…for a while.  Soon her lips were parting and his tongue found it’s inside of her mouth.  His hands were planted on the bed, pinning her place.  He didn’t want to frighten her by moving too fast, there would be no benefit if she was scared away, but his hands wanted to explore her body so badly.

	Their tongues danced urgently as the passion in their kiss heightened, and Leah pressed her body against his.  “Mmmmm…..” she moaned as he pressed back, his growing excitement apparent in the hardness she felt against her hip.

	Leah’s hands found Halim’s chest and slid over it, feeling his taut muscles under her hands.  He waited until she had totally succumbed to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and moaning softly.  Slowly he moved one hand from the bed above her and held the back of her graceful neck a moment, pulling her closer and kissing her more deeply.  Her hips pressed against his torso, first gently and then with more insistence.  His hand slid from the back of her neck to her chin to her throat, slowly tracing over her skin.  As he reached her collarbone she shivered and pressed against him harder.

	“Halim,” she breathed against his mouth.

	“Oh yes, Leah,” he moaned as his mouth traveled from her mouth to her neck.  His hands traced down to the top button of her blouse and lingered there as he slid back off her, moving until he was lying next to her.

	Their eyes met, hers wide and unsure, his gently reassuring.  Halim held the contact with her eyes as his fingers slowly started to undo her buttons.  Silently their eyes locked as he opened one button after another until her shirt fell open, exposing the creamy white skin of her stomach and the lacey pink bra that held her small round breasts.

	Painstakingly slowly his fingers ran over her skin, starting at the top button of her pants and sliding over her belly button.  She shivered as his fingers found her ribs and brushed over the underside of her breasts.

	He looked up at her as his mouth followed his fingers and his lips brushed over the lace of her bra.  Leah’s eyes held his as she reached out her hand and ran her fingers through his short hair.

	With one hand he reached underneath her and found the clasp of her bra.  His fingers gripped the material and she gasped as he unhooked the clasp.  He tugged at the strap and it came free, allowing him to easily pull the bra over her arms and off of her body.  Drawing a sharp breath as her breasts became exposed to him for the first time, he reached out one hand and slowly, gently, ever so carefully ran it over her body.  She had small breasts, pert and round, with thick brown nipples that puckered and hardened at his touch.

	Looking up at her he saw her eyes squeezed shut, head tipped back, leaving her long, graceful neck vulnerable.  He cupped her breast in his hand and massaged it gently, pinching her nipple between his fingers with each upward motion.

Leah moaned deeply as he reached up to brush his lips over her throat, continuing to massage her breast as he kissed her.  He parted his lips and pressed them against her throat, his tongue darting out to taste the salty essence of her perfect skin.  Tasting as he went, his mouth traveled downward. 

He kissed her throat, her collar, the top of her left breast as he held her right, then moved to kiss her right nipple as he held her breast to his lips.  He opened his mouth and flicked at her nipple with his tongue.  She giggled and moved her hips against him.  Smiling up at her he flicked at her nipple again, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked lightly.  Her fingers gripped his hair and she moaned as his mouth applied more pressure to her hardening nipple.

Halim’s hands found Leah’s left breast and his mouth followed, repeating the licking and sucking there.

With one hand he reached down and unbuttoned her pants.  As he slowly started to pull the zipper down, he leaned back so he could watch her face as the explored this new territory.  Their eyes met and their ears were filled with the sound of her zipper sliding open.

They shared a long moment of silence as their eyes held each other, a lifetime of unspoken words between them as they shattered the wall between friends and lovers.

Leah let out a little cry as his hand reached inside her pants and found the top of her panties.  He slid his fingers inside the elastic and ran them back and forth, her soft skin warm against his fingers.  He explored farther and his fingers brushed against a coarse little nest of pubic hair.  He twirled his fingers in the curls a few times and then strained a bit to push farther, brushing lightly over the top edge of her slit.

Leah’s hips pressed against his hand and his finger gained entry for a slight moment, it seemed to surprise them both.  The smile that crossed her face lit up her blue eyes and he smiled back.  Smiling and maintaining eye contact, he rose to his feet and, holding on to her jeans at each hip, pulled them off.  The material slid over the smooth skin of her gorgeous legs, over the strong thighs and sculpted calves of a dancer who spent every moment of her spare time working out.

Standing over her, Halim’s eyes traveled over her beautiful body.  As he looked over her creamy white skin, he thought of all the years he had longed for this moment.  The two of them had been friends longer than either of them remembered, and for years they had tried to pretend there wasn’t a sexual tension between them to rival any.

He pulled his own shirt over his head as she watched, then slid out of his pants and his boxer shorts, leaving his body completely within her sights.  She took it all in, from his strong chest and arms to his hard cock.

His eyes found their way back to hers and he saw that she was blushing, her pale cheeks turning deep crimson.  Smiling, he moved back to the bed, pressing his body against hers as he lay next to her, his face close to hers.  Running the fingers of one hand along over her cheek, he looked deep into her eyes.  “You’re blushing,” he whispered.

Leah closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly.  Halim ran his thumb over her lips, and she kissed it lightly, then opened her mouth a bit wider, wrapping her lips around his thumb.  She bit him gently and they both laughed as he pulled away.  Lying on his side, his hands found the graceful curves of her body.  His fingers ran over her skin, tracing over her breasts, hips and thighs.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

Once again their eyes locked as his fingers ran over the material of her cotton panties.  She shivered as his fingers lingered over the heat radiating from between her legs.  His hand slid down again, gripping her inner thigh and pressing gently, urging her legs apart.  She responded by opening them easily, her hips wide and her knees pressed to the bed on either side of her body.

Halim smiled at Leah and he held her blue eyes with his brown ones as he slid two fingers inside her panties and pulled the material aside.  She gasped as the air hit her exposed pussy, and bit her lip as his fingers found their way to her skin, dancing over her nest of pubic hair and over her open flower.  Her eyes softened as his fingers pressed on, sliding inside of her easily.

“Halim…” she moaned, pressing her hips against his hand.

They made love with their eyes as his two fingers moved in and out of her body, probing and then sliding back out, probing deeper and sliding out.  She bit her lip as her eyes begged for his touch.

Sliding them in and then pressing as deeply as he could, Halim caressed the walls deep inside of her, moving his fingers back and forth.

He pressed against her harder as his mouth found hers.  They shared a deep, passionate kiss, lips melding and tongues dancing as they kissed.

“Oh god, Leah,” Halim moaned against her mouth as his fingers probed deeper.  His fingers were moving faster now, in and out of her wet pussy over and over again as they kissed.

“I want you so bad,” Leah said.

“Me too,” Halim replied, his mouth full with her tongue.

Under his fingers Halim felt Leah’s body starting to pulse as she approached orgasm, the heat of this long-awaited moment rose in her body.

“Oh Halim,” she cried, biting her lip softly.  Her hands found his back and her fingers dug into his flesh, gripping him tightly as his fingers moved in and out of her body.

“Yes, Leah…” he moaned.  “Cum for me, Leah.”

“Ooooohhhhh…..” she moaned deeply and threw her head back, gripping him tighter with her hand as the muscles of her pussy tightened around his fingers.

Halim grinned and watched her face as she came against his hand, her juices flowing over his fingers.  She looked so beautiful and vulnerable to him as she lay there, her eyes squeezed shut.

As her orgasm subsided, her eyes slowly opened and she smiled up at him, tears in her eyes.  “Oh wow, Halim,” she whispered, giggling.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her cheek, then moved to kiss her ear and her neck.  Leah pulled him away so that she could look him in the face.  Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him.  “Make love to me Halim,” she said.

Breathlessly he held her in his arms and stared down at her.  How long he had waited to hear those words from those gorgeous lips!  Without looking away he slowly moved his body on top of hers, his naked body pressing against hers, his throbbing cock against her hip.  Slowly he slid himself down until he felt her pussy against his hard member, and they both gasped as he slid it in easily, pressing his hips against her to press it in all the way in one long stroke, feeling her warmth rush over his cock as he penetrated her for the first time.




At Last



“Halim!” she cried out, burying her face in his chest as he rocked his hips back and pressed into her again.  

She clutched him tightly as their hips moved together.  With each stroke he pulled his hard cock back until the tip brush against her clit and then he pushed it deep inside her again and she cried out, louder with each thrust of his hips.

Her legs spread wider as he pushed himself between them, skin slapping against skin as he thrust into her again and again.  “Oh Halim!”  she yelled, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut again as their bodies moved together.  He pulled out and she looked up at him, surprise and disappointment at her sudden emptiness filling her eyes for a brief moment until he roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, then thrust inside her again as he knelt next to the bed.  Lying back and hold on to the blankets above her head she panted and moaned as he thrust deep inside her, so deep she saw stars as she closed her eyes again.

“You feel so good,” he moaned, holding her upper thighs tightly as he thrust deep inside her eager pussy.

Leah continued to cry out as his rhythm heightened steadily, his cock sliding in and out of her faster and faster.  He moaned and spoke her name over and over again, his eyes locked on her face as he watched her approach climax again.  Watching her about to cum brought him to the height of ecstasy and they came together.  She clutched the bed and twisted away from him, panting and working to catch her breath as she recovered, and he collapsed on the bed next to her.

She lay on her stomach, her gorgeous round ass in the air, and he nuzzled up against her as he caught his breath, too.  She turned over and wrapped her arms around him, nestling against his chest and getting comfortable as he smoothed her hair and kissed the top of her head.

“Leah, I’m so glad you changed your mind,” he whispered almost inaudibly.

She looked up at him and smiled.  “Me too,” she said.  “Me too.”

He leaned down and kissed her mouth softly and then wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her close to his chest.  The two of them lay that way the rest of the afternoon, drifting between sleep and talking and just lying there holding each other until Halim got up and slipped out with five minutes to spare before Leah’s roommate was to return.

Leah sighed deeply and spent the rest of the night naked, wrapped in the blankets that still carried Halim’s scent and having sweet dreams.



Leah woke to her roommate Natalie blaring the music from her headphones at a deafening level and pulled the pillow over her head.  She had been pulled from the middle of a perfect dream about Halim, and she was aching to get back into it.

The music persisted unmuffled, and Leah gave in with a deep sigh.  She got out of bed and headed down the hall for a shower, Natalie oblivious to her movement around the dorm.  An hour later she sat in the student union, contemplating a muffin and thinking about the major decisions she had made in the past 24 hours.  Halim was no longer just a friend, but what was he?

She wanted to talk to him, but looking at her watch she knew that he would be headed to work by now.  Suddenly it all became crystal clear.  She jumped up and ran out of the union, tossing the muffin in the garbage as she ran through the doors and across the courtyard.

Halim worked as a waiter in a nice restaurant about a mile from campus.  Leah ran the entire way there, and was catching her breath when she pushed through the doors.  A pretty little hostess who was wrapping silverware on a table near the front smiled at her as she came in.

“Hi Leah,” she said, pointing toward the back of the restaurant.  “I think Halim is back there.”

Leah smiled and thanked her and walked quickly toward where she had pointed.  She wandered around, poking her head through doors and peeking around corners, but she didn’t find him anywhere.  She had almost found her way all the way back up front when she finally spotted him, bringing something into the coat check room.  She followed him in, and looked around to see if they were alone.  At least for the moment, they were.

“Halim,” she said softly.

He spun around, surprised at her voice.  “Leah!”

Leah walked over to him and pushed him against the wall with one hand.  Wordlessly she hit her knees in front of him and grinned up at him as she unzipped his pants.

“Whoah, what are you doing?” he asked, looking around.

Leah reached inside the cotton boxers he wore and pulled out his cock, already growing hard with the excitement of this sudden surprise.  Halim watched her as she wrapped her lips around it and went to sucking him off, her ponytail bobbing up and down as she gripped him tightly with her hand and her mouth.  

Pleasantly surprised at the sudden turn of events Halim gave up on looking around to see if anyone was looking and gripped her hair in his hands, moving her face against him and trying not to moan too loudly as she brought him to a state of ecstasy quickly.  Her tongue and lips worked over his hard shaft hungrily, and her hands pushed him deeper down her throat.  She made sexy little noises as she devoured him, and Halim found himself wondering why he had waited so long to find out how good she was at giving head.

Between the risk of being caught by anyone who should happen a long and his excitement at Leah’s sudden about face, Halim excitement grew, and braced himself against the wall as he came in her mouth, crying out her name loud enough that someone must have heard.

He zipped his pants quickly as he heard someone coming and Leah rose to her feet, a wicked grin on her face.  Wiping a drop of his load from her mouth she leaned up to whisper in his ear.  “I just wanted to suck your dick right here in front of everybody, just so you’d know I’ll never be ashamed to be with you again,” she said, as the hostess she had run into earlier came into the coat check room.

“Oh, hi Leah, Halim.  Is everything okay?  I thought I heard someone yell?” she asked.

Leah smiled broadly.  “I didn’t hear anything,” she replied, turning to wink at Halim.



At Last



I stand before you, finally, after all this time. My eyes take you in, your form, your stance, and your gaze. You are wearing all black, from your shirt and jeans right down to your boots. Your long hair is pulled back, accentuating your strong features. Everything about you exudes power to me and I blush. My gut reaction is to run up to you and throw my arms around you, kissing you. I know this would be inappropriate and so I steady myself, actually feeling awkward and unsure. I feel my need to submit to you well up inside of me, and knowing not what else to do, I drop to my knees. To my surprise you squat down in front of me and turn my head by its chin so that I am looking in your eyes. I feel the intensity of your countenance moving through me like electricity. I feel a little silly for having fallen to my knees so quickly. I know in my heart that submitting to you is not about the ritual. My gift to you is spiritual, and my soul yearns to mingle with yours.

"Get up my pretty girl." I hear you say the words, but it is more like your heart is commanding mine. Almost inaudibly I reply, "Yes Sir," and we rise together so that we are face to face, almost touching. With your hand still on my chin you lean in and kiss me. I open my mouth and my world up to you, fighting the desire to caress you and somehow touch your fire with my mere fingertips. Almost in a dream state, I feel my hands rising up to grasp you, only to have you take them in yours. Startled, I open my eyes to find you grinning at me.

"Have you been a good girl for me, my love?" I blush, because I have, and I was hoping you would notice. I am wearing a white shirt and black skirt. Underneath I have forgone panties and I am shaven smooth, just as you requested. As an added treat, I am wearing crotchless pantyhose. They leave my pussy and most of my ass exposed and I think they look very sexy on me with my new black heels. "Yes Sir," I smile and reply, "I have."

"Well, then, let me see my pretty pussy," you command. Giggling, I raise my skirt, showing you my treasure. I quickly stop smiling when I notice your demeanor has changed dramatically. You are not amused. 

"Girl, take off your skirt," you order. I nervously obey, wondering what I have done. You eye me, walking around taking in every detail. 

"Why are you wearing the pantyhose?"

I stammer, "because I . . . I . . .I thought they were sexy and that you would like them." I am trembling.

"Did I not ask you not to wear panties?" I nod that you did.

"Why do you think I did that my dear?"

"So that you could have access to your pussy Sir," I answer, still unsure where I went wrong.

"Yes that is true, but what about your ass? You know full well I intend to lay my hands upon your ass and make it glow. These pantyhose are clearly in the way and that will have to be fixed." With that you tear each leg of the hose from behind so that my ass is fully exposed but the hose are still intact in the front and around my waist.

"I am not angry with you girl. I know you were trying to please me, but you have to follow my directions to the letter. Stop your shaking and finish undressing for me - but you can keep the hose and the shoes on since you went to the effort." I look at you and with relief I notice you no longer seem upset. I do love you so and it would hurt me to think I had displeased you. 

I now stand before you, my chest and my pussy bare. You are smiling at me and I feel so at ease, so comfortable about my nudity, as if it was only natural for me to be standing before you in this way. You move in front of me once again, sliding your hands to my breasts and down to my already wet pussy. 

"Ah, this is my pleasure," you say. "You are my pleasure Catherine." I am drifting away with your touch when you pull away. You take me by the hand and lead me to the bed where you sit.

"I think it is about time for me to take my pleasure, don't you Catherine?"

"Yes Sir." I feel my excitement starting to well up. I know exactly what you mean for me to do and without another thought I lay across your lap; face down, my ass before you. The denim of your jeans is coarse against my skin, but it does nothing to hide your growing desire for me. I feel your strong hands caressing my ass, rubbing in soft circular patterns. You are preparing my skin for the spanking it is due. I fully understand that you are not punishing me for some grievous wrong. When you strike me it will be out of love. I lay there, waiting patiently for your hand and the order it will surely bring to me in my life of chaos. I do not have to wait long as you bring your hand down on me with a sharp smack. It stings but I do not cry out. I almost relax as you continue to administer to me, my ass glowing like an ember by the time you are finished. You stop and caress me once again, so gently. My ass burns like fire but I almost am unaware.

"Touch it Catherine, touch that pretty red ass for me," you command. I reach back and feel the heat emitting from my cheeks. I begin to cry. I do not weep out of pain and I am not upset. It is as if I am able to release all my frustrations built up in my life of personal turmoil. Somehow you seem to know this. You pull me so that I am sitting in your arms and you hold me tightly, our hearts pressed together. 

"Touch my pretty pussy for me, my love." Your voice is so sweet calming my tired heart. I reach down to find my juices soaking my pussy and thighs. My eyes widen and I gasp. You smile at me as you rise to take off your clothes. I see you fully erect and I long for you to fill me. I know once you enter me and cum our union will be complete. You notice me looking at you.

"This is what you do for me pretty girl," you say as you grasp your cock, now thick with its power. You bend down in front of me. 

"Spread your legs for me, I want a taste of my pussy." I open myself up to you, dripping, the aroma of my shaven sex lilting in the air. You take my glistening fingers and suck them in your mouth, savoring my juices. I hear you moan softly before you bury your face in my pussy, lapping up my juice. You devour me, like a man who is starving might devour a feast. Before I know it I am cumming, my soul flowing through my orgasm to you through your mouth. You rise and move on top of me, kissing me. Our tongues mingle and dance there as I taste myself on your lips. You break the kiss to whisper, "Look at me girl."

I look up into your eyes, feeling our minds and hearts connecting through your stare. You enter me with one powerful thrust. I do not look away as you continue to make love to me, each thrust knocking down a wall that my psyche had erected over past hurts. Before long my soul is bare, renewed, and I know I am ready.

"Master."

I call out to you, calling out my need to be yours completely. You are almost screaming as you cum inside of me, releasing all your fire and soul to fill mine, taking ownership of me, undeniably, irreversibly.

My heart is at peace at last.



At Last



It finally happened! I finally had a thick hard cock buried up to the balls in my willing open ass! 

I’ve had an anal fixation for years, but my husband was afraid of hurting me, anytime we’d tried it just was too painful for me, and so we stopped trying. But I was determined and I knew that others did it and enjoyed it we must have been doing something wrong. I started reading as much as I could about ass fucking and watching as many movies as I could get my hands on. But the movies weren’t really good they didn’t show any prep or actual entry techniques, then I found Literotica! Wow did I learn a lot! I’d get so aroused reading the anal stories I would leave my computer and wander around the house looking for things to put in my bum.

It started out as small things, my finger, then a serving spoon handle. I tried bananas but they squashed, then I tried carrots, but they were too inflexible, hot dogs weren’t stiff enough. I was at my wits end, when I decided to visit my local sex shop again and I bought my first little butt plug. I was so excited I could hardly wait to get home and shove it in my ass. My pussy was dripping wet by the time I went into my bathroom and locked the door, I took off my jeans and now soaking wet black silk thong.  I shivered with delight I felt so naughty and nasty and I liked the feeling. I took the little plug out of its package and just looked at it for a minute or two while twiddling my clit, I was nearly there already. I reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of baby oil I had left from when the babies were little and poured it over the tip of the plug, I fondled it lovingly. I rubbed some of the oil onto my tight hole and with one quick stroke shoved that plug right up my ass hard.

I came on the spot; the slight pain I felt was sooooo exciting. I felt like a pig slut and I loved it. I pranced around that room bending over and looking in the mirror to see the pink stub sticking out. I kept it in all afternoon and when I finally took it out that evening my bum hurt, just a little from the stretching but I loved it. I kept flexing my ass to feel the pain, I felt so smug. I knew this was something I wanted more of.

Back to the sex store! This time I bought a very slim line vibrator with a bulbous head, not big but bigger than my fingers! Again all through the drive home I was wiggling in my seat and could hardly wait to play with my new toy. This time I climbed right into my bed and inserted my ben wah balls first and rolled my hips around feeling the balls clang around in my drenched cunt. I had purchased proper lube this time and I greased up the pole I was going to shove inside my darkest hole, I was so excited I had butterflies flapping around in my stomach.  I eased the hard plastic toy slowly into my ass and realized that it was going in no problem at all! I turned on the vibrator to high and just lay there on my bed totally naked and lost in a daze of lust and cumming. I don’t know how many times I came that day but it just made me more determined to have a real cock up my ass and I began training in earnest from that day on.

I made one more trip to my favorite store and bought a soft latex dildo, 10” long and 5” girth.  I thought the girth was suitable for pussy or ass play, I pulled over into a parking lot behind a grocery store and tried to insert it into my pussy because I couldn’t wait but it wouldn’t go in. I was so disappointed but when I got home and greased it up, it slid into my pussy no problem. I had a new best friend! But I still had to get some ass action.

One morning I decided that this was it, it didn’t matter how long it took me I was going to get that rubber dick high up in my ass. I lay on my side and took my time as I played lots with my pussy and clit to relax me, I pushed a well lubed finger into my waiting puckered hole. MMMmmmmmm this was nice, I rocked my hips back and forth and pretended to fuck my finger then I snuck another one in my hole. I now had two greasy fingers probing around stretching my butt hole open. I kept this up for about 10 minutes then I added a 3rd finger and then eventually a 4th I now had nearly my whole little hand in my ass and no pain at all. None. I took my tube of lube and shot some straight into my open hole and greased up the dildo ready for me. My pussy was literally dripping by this time. I eased gently and slowly just a little more I kept thinking. Finally that dildo broke through and I had it in my ass! I was so excited I wanted to jump up and tell someone. But instead I lay there stroking that rubber cock in and out of my ass. It felt so good I knew I wouldn’t last long and I was right, just a few rubs on my swollen clit and I came. I came huge. 

I was truly truly in love with having that rubber cock up my ass, I had to do it every day now. I was addicted to having something huge in my ass.

Then Friday night of this weekend (its Sunday morning now) my husband and I had a few drinks and went into our room to fuck, well I finally came clean and told him I was ready for his cock in my ass and that I really wanted it. He said ok if I was sure. Was I sure? Ha ha I’d been sure for a long time but now I was ready.

I positioned myself on the floor on my hands and knees with ass presented high he oiled up fingers and opened me the way I told him I do it and soon he was poking the head of his cock into my tight sphincter. It was a little tender but no problem he was very shortly in my ass completely, his dick ramming me with his balls slamming my clit. 

I begged him to put the dildo in my pussy at the same time, I was just like a fuck machine I wanted to be the nastiest naughtiest girl in the world. He smacked my ass hard and told me to put the rubber dick in my own cunt if I wanted it so badly.  Talk about nasty!  Here I am on my hands and knees getting fucked hard up the ass and I am shoving a dildo into my slutty cunt.  I came over and over again.  Then he started talking nasty to me again telling me how great his cock looked reaming my no longer virgin asshole.  He reached over to the dresser and grabbed the camera and started taking pictures of his cock in my ass. Finally he roared and came like a steam engine into my stretched and filled back door hole. 

He collapsed on me and lay there with his cock still in my ass.  Mmmmm I was in heaven I only wished he could stay there long enough to piss in me but that’s another fantasy and if it comes true I’ll tell you all about it! 



At Last A Weekend Alone



After a wonderful dinner and drinks with friends one evening you have left their company to return home in anticipation of finally being able to curl up in bed and enjoy a good book and a lazy weekend ahead. As you drive down the lane you can see no lights coming from the house. But there appears to be the flickering of a candle coming from your bedroom windows. Anxious with anticipation that something may have caught fire you hurry from the car to the front door. As the door opens you are taken aback by the scent of vanilla and jasmine, it is so intoxicating and sweet but also so suspicious, you cautiously enter the darkened house. 

As you take off your shoes, the sounds of "hellos" seem to echo in the darkness. Before both shoes are off, you feel a hand over your mouth and a cold sharp blade at your throat. 

"Not a word, you hear me?" is harshly whispered in your ears "Don't move or the knife goes in, do you understand?" 

Shaking your head, you confirm that you understand and stand motionlessly while the hand and blade is removed. Without warning, a gag is placed in your mouth and tied in place around your head. 

"Now move" you are ordered as you are pushed towards the stairs. Your eyes meet darkness as a blindfold is slipped over your eyes. "Tonight you will be my slave and do everything I command" your captor speaks sternly. 

As he speaks to you he tears at the buttons of your blouse. His hands don't waste anytime time pulling at your jeans until they too lie at your feet. 

He says "Up the stairs bitch" as you are pushed forward. 

You can feel your body tremble and the terrifying excitement builds with each step you take. 

When you both reach the top of the stairs, your captor stands you beside the bed and orders you to place one foot on the bed while he places your right hand in your snatch. 

"Play with yourself you whore, let me see how you masturbate." 

Not wanting to invoke any unwanted anger you do as you are told. Your fingers slide easily over your clit and down your lips. It seems that already you are excited from the wetness that is already there. 

You feel him approach you from behind and his cold hands come around to your front. A rope is wrapped around your chest just under your breasts and tied tightly at the back. Around to the front again, tightly wound around your left tit, tight enough you can feel a tingle in your nipple. Up around your neck it continues and then down to your right breast, again tied tightly. You can sense a tension building in the air, his half-hard cock pressed against your leg. As you continue to frig your clit your other hands accidentally (on purpose?) brushes lightly over the pulsing skin of his penis, you finger instinctively closing over the head as you feel the heat from his cock warm your hand. 

"Get your hands off me you little slut - Did I say you could touch me?" he says with sudden violence. 

"No.....no.....no......uh uh" you stammer muffled by the gag and shaking your head from side to side. 

"No I didn't did I" 

As he says this you feel the free end of the rope lash against your back. Three strikes to your back.......slap.......slap.......slap. 

Quickly your captor ties the rope around your other arm just above the elbow, pulling your hand from your wet pussy; he ties it in the same manner. Once again his cock brushes close to you and once again you start with the feel of the heat emanating against your leg, chilled by the night air. Suddenly you feel him stiffen against your back and you can feel an abrupt change in his posture. 

He grabs you by the throat and whispers vehemently in your ear "I am in control here bitch and you are here only for my pleasure, do you understand"? 

Even as you nod your head in desperate assent you hear a rushing sound quickly followed by a stinging pain across your back as he flicks the loose end of the rope over your bare skin. Lash after lash they kept coming, across your back and ass, then around to the front, on your breasts that were already numb from being tied so tightly. He works his way with the whip down to your thighs. You can feel the heat and the marks forming from his lashes. 

When the lashes stopped you suddenly feel his hand reach between your legs. 

"A very wet pussy, this slut must like being beaten?" 

You can hear a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He takes your leg off the edge of the bed and turns you around to where the bed is behind you. 

"Now sit down slut" he orders. 

Slowly you start to sit down, unsure of where you are in relation to the height of the bed; he impatiently he takes over as he shoves you down. Pushing you back onto your arms that are still tied behind you, it was very uncomfortable but you don't have a choice. He pulls your ass to the edge of the sideboard and props your feet on the bed rails so that your pussy is fully exposed to him. You can feel your butt pulse and burn from the whipping you have just taken. He wastes no time; he pulls your pussy lips wide open and drives his middle finger in deep. 

"Look at this, you slut, you can't hide your excitement. Taste your sweet juices you whore" 

Removing the gag, he forces his finger into your mouth and you can taste the intoxicating musky aroma of your own cum completely covering his finger. Deeply he probes your mouth with his finger making sure you lick every inch of it. Back to your pussy, he circles your clit several times, down the outer part of your inner lips; his finger teasing your opening. You can feel the juices flowing down between your ass cheeks and onto the bed rail. You are dripping with desire, despite your fear & really burning with a passion from all the humiliation and taunting he is putting you through. 

You hear the clinking sound like ice in a glass, you think perhaps he was taking a drink of something but you are wrong. His hand goes to your nipples and the cold sting of an ice cube touches it. Instantly your nipple stands at attention, he circles one and then the other, making a chilling trail between your luscious heaving orbs. 

"You respond nicely slut, you must like what I'm doing" 

Obviously he can see you are enjoying yourself, if nothing else but from the way your pussy is responding. Your nipples are now fully erect and the ice is removed, you feel something tighten around each nipple, not sure if the sensation you are feeling, you tense. From what you can tell he has a thin rope tied to each nipple and he is pulling and jerking on it, watching your breasts bounce and jiggle, an odd feeling but still very stimulating. 

Another clink of the glass, then you start as you feel the cold sensations of an ice cube entering your pussy. Hot as it is the ice doesn't last long. Again the same sound and another one enters your burning snatch. Two more enter quickly behind the first. Inside your pussy you can feel it burn, the ice instantly turning your pussy cold. A trail of chilling warmed water streams from your opening, almost as if you are wetting yourself. Without warning his tongue darts in where he had just shoved the ice, lapping and licking as the ice melts. The feeling of his warm tongue against your now cold lips is indescribable and absolutely fucking incredible. 

Your breath becomes shallow and gasping, you know an orgasm is close. 

"Oh NO, you're NOT going to cum, NOT yet anyway" he pulls his tongue away as you gasp. 

You wanted to cum badly but evidently your captor has other plans. SMACK the stinging sound of a slap against your raw cunt and your exposed clit, then another and another. 

"That will bring you down, don't want you cumming so soon, I have more in store for you".

Your cunt tingles with both pain and pleasure, screams coming from your lips but you are unaware that you have even made a sound, all your thoughts and focus are on your stinging hot molten cunt. 

Through your blindfold you can see a light, thinking he has turned on a light in the room, you think maybe you have been given a break for a moment or two. You suddenly realise how wrong as you feel the burning of hot wax on your left nipple. Again you scream, another slap to your pussy, and more wax this time to the right nipple. With both nipples covered, he doesn't stop there; he laces a trail of drips between your breasts and down your belly, pooling it up in your navel. Circling your cunt, you feel the wax burn your thighs; again you let out a scream, part from the pain, part from the sheer pleasure of it all. 

Without stopping you feel his fingers part the lips of your pussy, instantly the sting of hot wax meets your clit. Drips fall all along your inner and outer pussy lips; you can feel it stream to and gather at your opening. The sensation is overwhelming to say the least. Now more than ever you want to cum, to feel the release of that crashing wave roll right through your quivering body, to release the pent up orgasm your captor has been building inside of you. But it won't happen yet, the candle is extinguished and he starts blowing on the cooling wax. You can feel it harden and draw your lips together, while his fingers start flicking it off your swollen lips and clit. The sensation of the wax leaving your pussy is almost as exciting as being waxed in the first place. His fingers pealing the wax from your clit make it throb. 

You long for more and MORE is just what you get. Not letting up for a moment, he slides something cold and ridged up your cum dripping pussy. It doesn't take more than two strokes for you to recognize the ridges of the object he has just penetrated you with. It is your favourite dildo usually kept stashed in your bedside cabinet. Deeply he pounds it in and out of your pussy. With each stroke you can feel yourself growing closer to orgasm, breathing heavily, he must sense your impending orgasm because he stops abruptly. 

"Not yet you little slut. I know you want to cum but I'm not going to let you." 

The words crush you; you need so badly to free this orgasm and ride it for all that it was worth. Again the smacks come, you scream in frustration, he delivers several before he stops. Your cunt is now pulsing with every beat of your heart, which is racing. 

What was next? What would he do now? Before you can even ponder the answers to these questions, his fingers are busy milking your clit. Pinching, pulling it, and rolling it between his fingers. Masturbating it as if it were a little cock he has in his fingers instead of your clit. Without warning, again you feel something cold and ridged enter your tight pussy. Not your dildo this time but something smoother. For almost a minute you think about what it could possibly be, but then it dawns on you, it is a bottle. The neck is long but you can feel the wide part of the bottle as he shoves it in all the way in. Rhythmically he moves the bottle in and out of you, reaching down from time to time to lick your clit as he keeps the strokes going. 

You thought you would explode at any second when again he stops. Waiting for the slaps again, you braced yourself for its sting but they don't come. He is moving, what is he doing, your mind is wondering. You feel him move to the top of your head. With your back already arched from your arms being tied behind you, he tilts your head back slightly and you can feel his cock at your lips. 

"Suck it bitch and I will let you cum if you suck it good" The words are threatening but at the same time a relief to hear, you know that you can give brilliant head and with this knowledge you languish the idea that you will soon enjoy the long awaited orgasm. 

Eagerly you suck on his cock, taking it as far into your mouth as you can, arching your neck, straining with all your might to slip as much of his cock into your mouth and towards your throat. He can see your pulse twitching in your neck and the faint outline of the head of his cock as it slides slowly into your gulping throat. Licking it up and down your mouth tightens around it sucking strongly on the hot throbbing shaft in your mouth. Your tongue lathering the head of his penis, the tip of your tongue trying to insinuate it way into his piss slit, sensuously gliding back and forth over the sensitive glans causing him to tremble in your mouth. 

You can tell by his moans that he is enjoying the attention you are giving him and you want so badly to feel the orgasm aching in your loins. His cock grows harder and harder with each stroke of your lips. You can feel the skin tighten on his long shaft; he needs to erupt in blissful orgasm as much as you do. His hips are now in rhythm with your mouth, meeting every thrust while your tongue works its way along the bulging veins of his cock. Face fucking you faster and faster. The sounds coming from him aren't even human like, more like an animal in the wild. You know that at anytime you will receive a mouth full of steaming hot jism. 

But no, he stops. Excited by this you know he wants to see you cum hard and cum soon. 

As he backs off you can feel your excitement grow knowing you will be cumming the instant he touches you. Waiting for his attention to go to your pussy, you are disappointed when he doesn't touch it. Instead he rolls you on your side, at first you don't know what he is going to do but are relieved since your hands have gone numb from laying on them for so long. 

His attention goes immediately to your ass. OH NO what is he doing? You feel something cold and wet being applied to your ass. 

"What are you doing?" you are brave enough to ask. 

"What do you think I'm doing slut?" he answers with a question. 

Before you can answer his question he answers again. "I'm numbing your ass so I can fuck it. I want to fuck you deep and hard. You'll love it in the ass & you do want to cum don't you? Well what better way that feeling my hard throbbing cock rape your tight rectum." 

Frightened by his words you don't make a sound. You love it when you get fucked in the ass but only when there has been sufficient foreplay to prepare it for such an onslaught. This time he is only using a little ice and his middle finger as it plunges time and time again into your rear entrance. Each probe making you grimace at what is to come when he finally forces his long hard cock (you have already gauged the size when it was in your mouth) up your slim narrow poo chute. 

You aren't sure you can take all of it without feeling too much pain. His fingers continue to penetrate you, grinding slowly, working your ass to loosen it for his cock. He is skilled at what he is doing and you hardly notice his fingers leave your ass until you feel it stretch as his hard dick enters your tight ass. 

You scream, this time not from pleasure but from pain. You have never had a cock as big as that so far up you before. Your body shakes and he pulls out quickly. Again his fingers go back to work with more liquid and more grinding. 

He places something at your clit between your lips. It starts to vibrate; your clit throbbing and twitching at this new sensation. This time when he slides his cock in it doesn't hurt but feels overwhelmingly erotic. Your body relaxes and you meet his rhythm. He is pounding hard into you. You can feel your pussy drip, you know now without a doubt that this time you are going to cum and when you do it is going to explode from your body with such a force that you will wish to never lose that feeling. 

The vibration draws you closer to orgasm. With each stroke he makes in your ass, you can feel the cum boiling up inside his cock, it is thicker and long than it was just moments ago. Unable to hold back any longer & with a loud groan, you are overtaken by then most powerful orgasm you have ever experienced. For what feels like minutes your body shakes and jerks. If it wasn't for his wild moans & insistent grunting you would not have noticed him cumming with you. You both lay there shaking and quivering, unable to move or speak. The whole time your clit is still buzzing from the vibrator between your cunt lips. He reaches down and removes it, you moan and shake again. 

Breathless you can't do anymore than moan. He slowly unties your arms, feeling the release of the ropes makes both your hands and arms tingle. Your breasts throb and ache from their release. Without removing the blindfold from your eyes he roughly grabs a handful of your hair pulling your head sideways off the bed. As you moan in discomfort your mouth drops open and he shoves his wet dirty cock into your mouth. It is half hard and tastes awful as it flops onto your tongue. However you instinctively clutch at his thighs as you hungrily suck his flaccid appendage into your mouth. As you feel him begin to get hard again in your mouth you hear him say 

"Well - this looks like a promising start to the weekend..."