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Make Up

By: ElWapo



Hi, let me tell you about myself before I start my story. At the time of this story I was about 44 years old. In my entire married life, I think my wife dressed up with makeup and lipstick maybe once or twice. I think my wife look good enough that she didn’t need any of that stuff. I came from a blue-collar family and I don’t remember my mother ever wearing any makeup either. So I guess I never gave it any thought. This is about my first experience with a woman who wore makeup.

I met Linda where I worked. She worked in the assembly room and I was a manufacturing engineer. We hit it off right away. Now Linda was also the one of the first black women I ever met. When I came to work at this company I had no such acquaintances. I came from the valley and the places I worked did not have many blacks working for them. But this was a new company and they had blacks all over. For some reason I got along with them very well. I met many black guys and made friends with them easily. I also met a lot of black women and I hit off with them even better. Maybe it was because I was Mexican-American. I’m not really sure.

Linda and I started going out together after work just for drinks and for the pleasure of each other’s company. I work far enough from work that I could tell my wife that traffic was bad and it took me a long time to get home. She never asked about my coming home late so that playing around after work was no problem. It was on one of those liaisons that I told Linda that I never been with or kissed a woman who wore makeup. She then asked me to pick her up Friday afternoon at her home. 

When I went over Linda’s house to pick her up, she met me at the curb. When I looked at her I was surprised to see that she had on makeup and purple lipstick on. She wore a purple satin blouse and a mid length black skirt. I have never seen her like this before. Most of the time she we went out right from work and she had no makeup on and wore jeans and a T-shirt. As she came to the car door I thought she looked fantastic. I guess the makeup enhanced her features in some way. All of a sudden here was this very good-looking lady getting into my car. I took her to a nice restaurant to have dinner and a few drinks. I couldn’t get over how good she looked. Now she was not bad looking even without makeup. This just gave her a whole new appearance.

After a while I asked if she would like to go outside. She said, "yes, I sure would like that". When we got outside she turned to me stepped into my arms and gave me the most sensuous kiss I ever received. Her tongue entered my mouth and circled around my tongue. Her tongue tasted wet and warm with a smoothness I had never felt before. Her arms encircled my head and held me in place. When she broke off the kiss she said let’s go to the motel down the street. We got in my car and I drove like a mad man to the motel. When we entered the motel room we embraced and kissed again. Her hands began working on my shirt as I tried to remove her blouse. She backed away and wouldn’t let me remove her blouse, but she continued to work on my shirt and pants. As she removed my clothes she still had all her clothes on. I was standing there in the middle of the room in just my boxers. She stepped back and told me to take a good look at her.

She stood there in her purple blouse and a black skirt. Her makeup accented what she had on. Funny this was the first time I really noticed that. Linda was not too tall; the top of her head came to my shoulders. She stood there posing and letting me look at her. Her breasts seem to push against the blouse straining to get out. Her legs were alluring as they reached out from under her skirt. They were dark, long and very smooth. She stood there like a model, very beautiful, dark and mysterious. 

Slowly she began to unbutton her blouse; it was like watching a show just for my benefit. As the blouse opened I got a glimpse of her bra bound breasts. The bra was purple and her breasts were about a 36C, she filled the bra to over flowing, they looked like they were about ready to burst out. She came close to me and told me that the clasped was in the front. I reached over to her and began to undo it with shaking hands. Just as it was about to open I held the two sides of her bra together and slowly let her breasts escape. They spilled out just as I thought they would. When I looked at her I notice that her lipstick had matched her bra. Now with her standing there, blouse off and her bra in my hands. She was even more appealing. When I opened her bra, her nipples stood straight out waiting to be kissed. I wasted no time in putting my mouth on them. My tongue made circles around those quickly hardening points of flesh. I moved from one to other, I couldn’t make up my mind as to which one I wanted in my mouth. Linda pulled back and slowly took off her skirt. This lady had no need for nylons; her legs were as smooth as silk. She had purple silk panties on too, matching her lipstick. This excited me on like nothing else. Everything she had on matched her makeup and lipstick perfectly. This had all been done for my benefit. I loss no time in showing her my appreciation. I pulled her panties off to expose her well-trimmed bush. Again she pulled back.

She reached out and pulled my boxers down, and got to her knees. With one fast motion she inhaled my now fully erect penis. This was the first time I ever felt lipstick on my cock. It felt kind of filmy, like her lips had oil on them or something. Her lips flowed smoothly down my cock. It was a new experience and a great feeling. Linda’s head bobbed back and forth as she pumped and sucked like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes she pushed me on to the bed. I lay there waiting for her to get on the bed too. But to my surprise she had reach into her purse and pulled out a purple lipstick.

She then straddles my chest and starts to redo her lips. When she finishes putting on her lipstick, she lifts herself up and impales herself on my now pointing to the ceiling cock. I arched up to meet her thrust. With her hands on my shoulders she bends over to kiss me with her newly painted lips. At the same time grabbing my cock with her pussy. Her hips move up and down to a rhythm only we can feel. Her pussy seems to pull at my cock, sucking it in farther and faster. Her lips moved all over my face and chest, at times biting my own nipples. It was a sensational feeling! As she leans over me I reached up and fondled her breasts, my thumbs and forefinger tweaking her nipples and making small circles around both her erect nipples. With her pumping my cock she was able to control every aspect of our lovemaking. She was definitely in charge. She was working us both into a frenzy. She was bouncing up and down on my cock; I was arching to meet her every move. My hands roaming all over her body cupping her ass. I knew it would only be a New York minute before she would make me climax. But to my delight she it looked like she was going to climax first! Her load moaning filled the room. Her head tilted back, mouth open, gasping for air, and eyes rolling in her head. I knew she was about to cum! To my pleasure we would both climaxed at the same time. With a big gasp of air, her juices started to flow over my hard working cock. At that I let loose with a gusher that filled her pussy with my hot cum and it flowed back over my cock.

It took a few minutes but she started to calm down. Her hard thrusts turn into a sitting and enjoying the feeling. Me, I relished in the feeling of her still holding on to my cock with her pussy, only not as tight. It was now a more relaxed hold on my semi hard cock. Her glazed eyes looked down on me and a smile came over her face. She asked me how did it feel making love to a lady with lipstick and makeup on. I answered that the makeup didn’t do anything for me but the lipstick sure made me feel something. The smoothness and feel of her lips on my cock was something I never had felt before. Again she just smiled and reached for her lipstick once again. I knew in a few minutes we would start all over again!

Make Up Exam



"Come on, what's in the bag?" Woodrow used his elbow to give Eddie's a nudge as they headed down one of St. Agatha's halls. The bespectacled doodler just wasn't giving up. All three of the presidents had noticed the extra bit of plastic poking out of Eddie's backpack. Woody had just been the first to bring it up, he wasn't going to let it go. It was mostly because Eddie had blushed lightly and stammered out a quick refusal to tell.

The mathematician swayed away from his friend, as far as he could without running into Quince anyway. Both of his less-athletic friends had taken up the flanks as they walked, while Jeff kept a stride or two ahead. "Sorry, Quince."

"Nothing to worry about." The physic's nerd was, as always, in his tweed jacket. With a cheeky grin he pressed up on tip-toes, shined shoes squeaking. His faux-attempt to try and look into the bag earned him a playful shove from Eddie. All four of them laughed.

"Seriously, gentleman, just lay off of him? It's always good to mind one's own business." Jefferson offered back over one of his shoulders once the mirth had died down. The well-built black man didn't have books with him; he didn't even have classes today. He'd just swung by to hang out with his friends. As usual he was dressed in a fashionable pair of slacks and just the right color shirt to match. 

By comparison Eddie was sloppy. He'd managed to find a mostly-clean pair of jeans this morning and pulled the last fresh t-shirt from the wardrobe. With any luck he'd remember to do laundry when he got home tonight. It was either that or swathing which ever shirt smelled the least with body spray tomorrow and hoping no one noticed. "Thanks, Jeff."

"My pleasure, Edward. So what's in the bag?" Jeff almost smiled.

Eddie's shoulder's sagged. "Oh hell." 

"Heh." As the quartet of brainiacs turned a corner 

Woody pushed his glasses back up his nose. "Come on, it'll just be easier if you tell us. You do know that, right? So stop being a stubborn yank."

"No." Eddie kept his response simple. 

It was the middle of the week and as such the halls of the university were packed with people coming and going. No one paid much attention though. There were classes to get to, or get out of. Plans weren't discussed, they were texted. Conversations weren't started up; folks listened to their music or played games on their smart phones instead. The lack of human interaction even as everyone milled around one another was the norm but as Eddie swam through it with the others he noticed how much they stood out for the first time. Nearly everyone was severed for one another, save when instinct took over and someone stepped out of another person's way. There was sometimes an 'excuse me' but it was only half-muttered. This must be the sort of work that Belle had been talking about. The true loneliness of modern society threatened to weave its way into his brain. 

Thankfully Quince spoke up before that happened. He shifted his Tardis messenger bag from one shoulder to the other. "Fine. Fine. So how's Eloise?"

"Oh." Eddie cleared his throat and shrugged in a listless way. "She's fine."

"Yeech." Jeff looked back at him again.

Woody took a look between the two of them before nearly turning all the way around to watch a co-ed's ass as she walked by. The girl, of course, didn't even give him the time of day. "Yeech what?"

"Nothing happened with Dr. Fournier did it?" Jeff did turn around and walked backwards now, with little caution. He figured his mates would let him know before he ran into anyone. He leveled his dark gaze on Eddie's.

Alas, Eddie was a terrible liar. "Nothing. It's fine." 

"Edward." The black man frowned.

"Wait. Wait wait." Woody's attention snapped back to the conversation at hand. He brushed a hand through his mop of hair. "Eddie, did you bang the French teacher, too? Holy shit!"

"Come on. Not even Eddie's that lucky." Woody though stared at the American with some wonder, and a tinge of hero worship. The second emotion only grew when Eddie cleared his throat again and his throat flushed. "Whoa."

"It's nothing, really." Eddie looked down instead of meeting Jeff's disapproving stare. While the other two were in shock the most proper of them all was clearly aghast. He rubbed at the front of his throat and tried to relax. He silently fumbled for a few moments as he tried to think of some way to diffuse the situation.

Nothing came to mind before Jeff snorted in distaste and turned back around. "Thinking with your dick is going to be your downfall someday."

"Fuck that!" Woody looped and arm around Eddie's shoulder. "I don't care who's knickers you get into Eddie. But really, man, you need to start spreading the wealth around. I mean come on! You can't keep all the smoking hot babes to yourself. I mean look at poor Quince, he's suffering over there. Aren't you Quince?"

"Uh." Was all that the asthmatic managed to get out for a moment before laughing. "I'm not as big of a wanker as you are, Woody."

"Woodrow." The otaku corrected and slipped back a step before reaching over to 'slug' Quincy's shoulder. "And I beg to differ."

"You can beg all you want, but we all know the truth. Still, wow... Dr. Fournier. She's amazing. So classy..." Quincy shook his head in utter disbelief. He took a second long look at Eddie before just chuckling. He had no idea why their doughy friend was landing all these lovely doves. "It must be the beard."

"That's not a beard." Woody chirped back.

Eddie deflated. "Oh God." He stared at Jeff's shoulders, waiting for the engineer to jump back into their playful banter. Jefferson didn't though; he remained silent in his discontent. There was something about the man who had it all together that made Eddie feel terrible for letting him down. Almost as bad as he felt for Pi.

"Vance!" The violent shout echoed down the hall from behind them.

Woody, despite his best efforts jumped and on instinct scattered away from his dear friend. He could place Chadwick's voice anywhere after all, especially when the bully was angry. Quince wasn't so quick to react but he did shrink into his jacket. All four of them stopped walking and looked back; Eddie was the last to do so after giving Jefferson an apologetic smile. The well-dressed fellow didn't return it.

As expected Richard was striding forward, visibly quaking with fury. He had his chest puffed out and shoulders hunched; his brows were furrowed to the point where it made him look like he might have just stepped out of a Neanderthal exhibit. He wasn't dressed for practice though but in pre-torn jeans with a studied belt and some punk band's tour shirt. Eddie had no idea who Genocidal Lawnmowers were. He'd leave that to the hip folks. As usual the Chadwick boy had his two wingmen, who were dressed in muscle shirts and brand name sweats. They likewise had murder on their mind. It wasn't hard at all for Eddie to guess what Richard was steamed about. He blew out a long breath and forced down a curse. Bullies thrived on fear. The mathematician slid off his backpack and held it out to Jeff.

"Here. Hold it, please. No peeking." Eddie waited until Jefferson silently took the bag before stepping away from his friends. Woody swallowed but couldn't overcome his fright. With a look of pure embarrassment, not unlike a kicked puppy he slinked behind Jefferson. Quincy stood his ground, though. He did work out his inhaler. Jefferson narrowed his eyes, and then peered into the plastic bag that was poking out of Eddie's pack. He smirked for just a moment before focusing attention back on the brewing conflict. None of the presidents took a step forward, even though a good friend should.

Eddie didn't blame them. He didn't want to get punched, again, either. "What's shaking, Dick?"

"Fuck you." In response Richard reached out and grabbed the front of Eddie's shirt. His other hand had already become a fist but he didn't swing just yet. The hallowed halls of learning were a bit different than just outside the pub. He knew he could get in more trouble for throwing a few punches here. 

"You're not my type." Eddie's hands twitched as he balled them to fists as well. On either side of Richard his two buddies took up position and just leered around, mostly at Eddie's trio of friends. They were just daring anyone to stop out of line. Eddie didn't stop talking even if his voice became terse. "So, what can I do for you, Dick?"

"You can eat shit and die, Vance. You and your faggot butt-fucking lover, Galbraith. Though I'm sure you're the one that takes it in the ass aren't you?" After the hateful spew of words Richard tried to tug Eddie off of his feet. What would have followed as a customary slam into a wall. Every ability the rugby player had had been focused on being the best bully he could be.

Eddie kept his center of gravity low though and grunted. His body shook as he tried to keep his stance so he'd not get tossed around. He went as far to clamp his hand down on Richard's forearm. Stand firm, Eddie he told himself silently. If you run you're never going to stop. It's worth getting punched not to be chased down like some fox. "Let me guess, academic suspension?"

Woody squeaked and pulled fully behind Jeff now. He looked around like a frightened rabbit for somewhere to run. Oh hell, had Eddie gone to someone? This was going to be bad, real bad. He'd be mad at his best mate later. For now he needed to get away from ground zero. Jefferson gave him a nudge though and held out Eddie's backpack. "At least be useful and hold this."

The anime fanboy choked a bit but accepted it with wide eyes behind his stylish glasses.

"Yeah. All because of you and Woodrow, pillow-biters all stick together don't they?" With a growl Richard shoved the geek away. 

"I don't know, why don't you ask your two friends?" Eddie stumbled but managed to quickly regain his footing, booth verbally and physically. He felt terrible for the slur of sorts but it'd just popped out.

"Hey... fuck you." The meathead on the left, Millard, snorted and did a small head-wiggle of disdain. 

"Not unless you buy me dinner first." As Eddie's mouthy courage strengthened so did his smile. After a quick look to Millard his eyes riveted back to Richard as the head bully followed up. As much as Eddie wanted to beat the shit out of him, he'd not throw the first punch. He did lift his chin though. 

As the two other jocks followed their boss Jefferson settled to Eddie's left and Quincy to his right. The wheezing fellow out of the pair slipped his inhaler away before tugging on the lapels of his out-of-fashion jacket. 

"I'm so going to kick your ass." Richard snarled. "All of you."

"No you're not." Eddie stepped up to meet his nemesis half-way. "You're not going to touch any of us, that goes for Woody too. You dug your own hole in this, all three of you. It's not my fault you want to shoot up roids, party and do whatever the hell you do for fun instead of studying. Do you think this sort of bullshit behavior is going to get you anywhere in life? Other than being a wash-up or burnout who fondly remembers when you were the BMOC and had a full head of hair? Going on about the glory days while you grow only more fat and bitter by the day?"

The logic was lost on Richard as his wide shoulders twitched. The brute's body posture shifted and it was clear that at any moment he was going to explode into violence. His friends realized that too both of them grinned with open bloodlust. Internally Eddie winced, he didn't want to get Jeff or Quince hurt. Though he was pretty sure Jefferson could take care of himself. Their sickly friend on the other hand. 

"Listen guys... let's not do this." Eddie found himself saying. 

"Oh." Richard's head cocked slightly to the side and then back as his eyebrows bounced. "Oh we're going to do this, Vance. You're going to be sucking dick through a tube."

"What the bloody hell are you three idiots doing?" Perhaps it really was a stroke of dues ex machina that Dr. Galbraith happened to be walking down that particular hall. The metrosexual athletics director was very plainly put out with what he'd walked in on this but not surprised. He moved through the gaggle of what students had put aside their personal distractions to rubberneck. A few were even recording the incident on their cellphones. "Come on, break it up."

"Hell." Richard took a halting step back before slugging fist against upturned palm. His two lackeys followed suit with perfect chorography. Then he turned to look back at Alastair as the fencer drew near. Neither man displayed anything but open contempt for one another. They'd been butting heads for a long time.

"Okay, I want you three to head to my office. I'm going to need to have another word with you and Coach Bryant aren't I?" Alastair was not cowed by the glare he was getting from one of the hulking trio. He scratched at the side of his perfectly trimmed beard and grumbled. His rich green gaze narrowed. "I thought I made it perfectly clear that if there was any reprisal over this incident I was going to bring down more severe penalties than a suspension."

"You don't know who you're messing with." Richard tried to keep up a strong façade as he spoke to Dr. Galbraith. He'd yet to fully realize that bullying doesn't really work on someone with a higher position of power. The meathead was too used to getting everything he wanted because of his last name.

"My office, now." Alastair emphatically pointed down the hall. The scene was reminiscent of high school. It was true that college kids had more freedom but in the end there was still a school administration to deal with. Yes, Chadwick and his buddies had the option to walk away. If they did though the chances of them playing rugby or even being enrolled any longer were slim. That was understood. "You can go cry into your mother's skirts later."

Richard's jaw twitched in an almost painful way but he didn't say a word. After a long stare he gave John and Millard a nod and they headed off down the hall to face the music. One could almost see the war between arrogance and cowardice within the favorite son of Devonshire. His two friends though had a hard time not being openly terrified. They didn't have an old bloodline to back them up. Richard shot a vile look back at Eddie. The murderous look in his eyes said it all -- 'This wasn't over, not by a long shot.'

The athletics director sighed and rubbed one hand along his face in a long suffering manner a few times. He waited until the trio were gone before heading over to Eddie and his friends. A forced smile surfaced on Alastair's face. "I didn't think he'd be that dumb."

"Then you've not known him that long." Woody meekly spoke up from the doorframe in which he was pressed. He gulped in air but didn't move yet. Inside he was kicking himself for being such a terrible coward. One of these days he'd have to stand up for his friends.

Eddie shot a worried look back to the scrawny kid and grinned. He wasn't offended at all that Woody ran. He understood, really he did. He tugged at the front of his shirt and offered a strong smile to the two fellows that stood beside him before looking back to Dr. Galbraith. He coughed and shrugged. "Sorry to have caused so much trouble, Doctor."

"Nothing to worry about, Mr. Vance." Alastair's expression shifted to something kind. He got a hand shake from the nerd before holding his hand out to the other two smart kids beside him. His gaze sparked with amusement. "Doctor Alastair Galbraith. I don't think we've met."

"Quincy Roosevelt. It's nice to meet you, Doctor." The frail fellow gave as firm a shake as he could and smiled small. "I'm sure that you know my brothers."

"James and Cameron? Yes, yes I do. Mmm, fine young men. I hope that they're doing well? It's been some time since we last spoke." The well-groomed man lifted plucked eyebrows. Up close for the second time Eddie noticed exactly how meticulous the man kept himself. It made him feel like even more of a slob.

Quince nodded and hands slid into his pockets. "Cameron is doing just fine sir. He's in Germany at the moment working his way up the corporate ladder. James has the season off after injuring his knee but the doctors say that he should recover well and fine. I'll let them know that you asked after them."

"Splendid! When are we going to see you out on the field then?" Dr. Galbraith patted Quincy firmly on the shoulder, before winking. Any coach worth his salt would realize that Quincy wasn't the athletic sort like his brothers. There wasn't any way he'd follow in their footsteps.

Quincy ducked his head and coughed. "I'm one for just the stands." 

"Well the world takes all sorts. The mind is as important as the body." While Alastair was a jock he wasn't the sort to discount those who were more brainy than physical. It made him the best sort of man to have in his position. He turned to Jeff next and grinned in a curious fashion.

"Jefferson Hale, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Doctor." Jeff held out his hand and offered a steady shake once it was taken. He even nodded a bit after he got his hand back and it slid into trouser pocket. "I do not envy you having to deal with men like that."

Alastair took a moment to take stock of Jeff. The black man wasn't like his friends and it had nothing to do with skin tone. He chuckled and rolled his eyes before looking down the hall. His strong shoulder rose and fell. "It is not easy I can tell you. It is the worst part about administrating all the teams, too many self-important men with more muscles than brains, or respect. Speaking of which I should head out to my office instead of standing here chatting. It was nice to meet all of you, if they bother any of you, at all... that includes you back there Mr. Munn, don't hesitate in letting me know, okay? We're here to help you."

The four of them nodded and muttered in agreement. Alastair smiled once last time before heading off to deal with his headache. There was no rest for the wicked after all; maybe this was the Lord getting back at him for dabbling in black magic? Dr. Galbraith smirked. Nah. 

"I... need to get out of here." Woody slinked back and offered out Eddie's backpack to him. He wanted to frown and scream at his friend that things had been only made worse now but he didn't manage to get it out. Instead he sighed deeply. "Just, I'll see you guys later."

"Woodrow, it's going to be okay." Eddie felt the underlying tension as he accepted his bag back. He frowned and kicked himself internally. Even if he knew that he'd done the right thing he still felt terrible for betraying a friend. "Really."

"Whatever you say, Yank." Woody was almost lifeless as he replied. There was just a bare wave as he headed off and through one of the main doors. His glasses took on a tint but he still turned away from the bright sun out there.

Quince sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Bollocks. I'm going to go after him. You did the right thing, Eddie. I don't know what's going on but I've got faith in that. I'll see you guys tomorrow eh?"

Jeff and Eddie waved as Quince headed off. Then there were to. The pair exchanged looks to one another before the mathematician glanced down at his backpack with a heavy sigh. He shook his head. "Seems like I'm cocking up everything lately."

"Part of being alive." Jeff sighed and shook his head. "Don't worry; folks like Dick get his in the end. Wait... that didn't sound right."

Both of them laughed at the intentional pun. Eddie shook his head and sighed before shifting his backpack over one shoulder. The plastic bag inside crinkled. He nodded to his usually uptight friend. "I sure hope so. Well I've got to go check in with Eloise so... um... I'll catch you around okay?"

As Jeff's laughter faded his smile remained, and it was sly. He glanced over to the backpack and then to Eddie's eyes. He lifted his chin in full approval. "You go do that. Just keep your nose clean okay? I'll see you tomorrow. Say hello to her for me."




Make Up Exam



"I will. Take care." A handshake was shared before Eddie headed out the door himself and cut across the quad that wasn't. As usual he hurried a bit and looked over his shoulder as he did so. It wasn't because he was worried about Richard blindsiding him, even though he probably should be. There was that feeling of being watched that crept over him again. The breeze shifted as soon as he neared the middle so it was blowing against the back of his neck in a warm fashion, almost like breath. His skin pebbled but Eddie soldiered on. He suspected now that all sorts of terrible magic had to be wrapped up in the university, wards or some sort of bullshit like that. No one had even mentioned the damage done to Belle's classroom a few days ago. Sure, Aphex and Tangent had put it back together as good as new by doing whatever it was that imps did. Still, it was odd that no one had noticed it in the first place. He kept expecting to be called into Hoffman's office for a dressing down. Thankfully, that had yet to happen.

Pi had been sullen and withdrawn the last few days. He knew it was his fault. They'd still slept in the same bed but there was a gulf between them. The demoness hadn't even woke him before she left this morning. Everything obviously wasn't fine. That meant he had to make amends and get to the bottom of this. He recalled how his mother had sat him down the day after his father had giving him 'the talk', which was a few years too late in truth. Parents were always reluctant to talk to their kids about sex, never realizing they learned a lot about it just from going to school, hanging out with friends and the internet.

"Ed." His mother had said. "I know your dad's given you the basics. I want to clue you in on something very important. Men are always dumb and women are always contrary. If you don't know what's wrong assume she thinks it's your fault -- even if it's not. That's always a good place to start. I know that's not fair, but it is the way it is, kiddo."

So, whatever was wrong with Pi was his fault. Yes she'd said that she was fine about the whole Belle and him fucking, thing. She obviously wasn't. So, it was time for him to take his medicine and the blame. It didn't matter that Pi told him that him sleeping around was okay; she was a succubus after all. Women -- apparently even those from Hell, were contrary.

As usual the library was hushed as Eddie slipped into it. While late afternoon sun streamed through a few open windows the central air had been cranked up high enough that it was actually a bit cold inside. He looked over to the central desk and waved to one of the student aids who were on duty. He made a silent gesture toward Pi's office in question. In turn the somewhat pudgy girl shook her head and pointed downwards before giving him a smile. He nodded in thanks and held up the backpack. Once she nodded he moved over and once he took the plastic bag within out, set it down on the other side of the desk.

"Thanks."

"No problem." The attendant smiled and went back to scanning books back in. 

Eddie returned the expression before finding the stairs down into the lower stacks. He was amazed really that St. Agatha's still housed books this way. Most modern libraries of any size had set their books away in sealed tubs and converted what they would to an electric format. It was just one more old-fashion thing about this school. As he moved down into the shadowed bowels of the building Eddie's breath tightened. Nervousness crept through his blood and leached into his muscles. What if this didn't work? He couldn't bear the idea of Pi continuing to act this way, even more so her leaving. Logically he knew that she couldn't leave until whatever devilish agenda she had here was finished. Still, that wasn't the point.

The smell of her perfume mixed with the odor of old books. It tickled at the man's senses and set his worries at ease. Everything was going to be okay, yeah it would. As long as he could pull this off right, which meant for once in his life being smooth. Practice made perfect didn't it? He sure as hell hoped so, right now he'd settle for practice panning out to not being a fumbling idiot. 

Pi had the radio on and was singing along to 'Love is a Battlefield' as she worked. Maybe singing along was too strong of a way to describe what she was doing. The succubus didn't actually know a good third of the lyrics by heart. So, she was saying what she knew and sort of mouthing along to the rest. Out from one row of shelves the sexy and full figured woman danced in her usual white blouse, clinging skirt and white stockings. She wasn't wearing shoes, her head of dark hair let down as she shook it to the music, along with her rump.

"Believe me, believe me I can't tell you why but I'm trapped by your love and I'm chained to your side. " Her warm voice added a certain erotic spice to the lyrics even if she couldn't sing very well. She disappeared after crossing the main walkway into another row to put the book in her hand away. Eddie got the feeling this was as close as Pi got to 'me time.'

The uncertainty rose within him again and he swallowed hard. Maybe he shouldn't interrupt this? He could talk to her later, at the house. A shaky breath rattled out of Eddie as he stopped walking and looked down at the bag in his hand. He took out the simple bouquet and expensive chocolates he'd picked up on the way to class today. There was no way he could have afforded the confections and roses so he'd settled on a multitude of bright carnations. Maybe they'd not convey the right meaning he wanted to express... whatever that was. 

Pi's sultry, if off-key, voice echoed again. "But if we get much closer I could lose control and if your heart surrenders you'll need me to hold." 

Eddie swallowed. He could do this. After all he'd just talked back to a jock that wanted to pound his face in. How much harder could saying I'm sorry be? He licked at his lips and with a hint of a strut headed to the hall of books Pi had gone down. If he walked the walk he might be able to talk the talk.

He'd half expected for her to come around the corner at the same time he did and they'd smash heads together. Life wasn't a romantic comedy though, just one of errors. As the budding genius leaned against the shelves edge he watched her writhing against one of the many concrete pillars that held up the basement's ceiling. Her sinful body was stretched with the curve of her heavy breasts bouncing, her arms stretched tall above her head. She wasn't singing her heart out exactly but mouthing along to the last chorus with the most emphatic if silent expression. Her whole body jiggled as she used shifted her shoulders one way and then the other, using the column for support. It was a pretty cheesy dance, if still erotic because of how hot she was. Waves of sable hair washed against one another, the hem of her skirt rode up high enough to reveal milky thigh above the stocking, a few rivulets of sweat slithered down her all-too-scrumptious neck and her glasses had slid down to the end of her nose. It was like watching a kitten play with abandon with a length of string between its paws... so cute.

Eddie caught himself smiling in a smitten and stupid manner. He didn't want to interrupt her reverie, especially with how sexy it was in its own silly way. Her bust strained against the thin fabric of her shirt, hips ground in a motion intimately familiar to the nerd. She let out a slow and relaxing breath as the song faded and a commercial for car insurance replaced it. The demoness raked at her dark mane until it was back in place, then turned to get back to work. She stopped short as her charge was standing there.

The two of them met gazes over the top of her glasses. As she pushed the cats-eye rims with faux-lens up she glanced down to the bunch of colorful flowers he had in one and the fancy wrapped dark chocolate in the other. The fog of her depression melted away like ice on a summer sidewalk. She purred before she could catch herself. "Are those for me?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah." He knew he'd planned to say something infinitely more romantic. That moment had passed, so he held up the flowers to her first. Both of her ink-stained hands wrapped around his as she took the bouquet from him. She buried her face in the rainbow of colors and inhaled deeply.

Eddie found himself smiling in relief. "I just. Well I wanted to say I'm sorry."

Immediately the infernal's eyes became watery and she didn't know why. They rose to look over the top of colorful petals and deep into his. She felt like she could look past the orbs of green and into the nerd's very handsome soul. Pi smiled despite the tears that threatened. It was so bright it made her whole face crinkle up. She wiggled as giddy energy cascaded through her ever fiber. "No one has ever gotten me flowers before." 

"Well, it's time that someone did." Eddie coughed and scuffed one show against the floor. He couldn't look away from the lovely picture of the upper half of Pi's face over the top of the bouquet. He didn't want to. "I'm just glad that someone is me."

The red stain of demure pleasure on Pi's cheeks accented the carnations she held against her chin and lips perfectly. Her eyes become fathomless dark pools of contentment as her current charge had touched her somewhere deep down inside, and not in a sexual way either. Though, part of her mind the succubus was already planning for that. With a sigh she drew closer to him, the sweat on her skin mixing with feminine musk and spiced perfume. 

"You like them then?" Eddie was snagged by the expression in her eyes, then reeled in by the gravity of her approach. It wasn't until he tried to rest his hands on her perfectly plump hips that he recalled he was still holding the chocolate bar. So he tapped her ribs with it. "If not I've got chocolate too."

"They are wonderful, but, I still want the chocolate." She wasn't the giggling sort so instead Pi thrummed with deep appreciation. She'd never smelled flowers so sweet. With any luck the treat would be the best she ever tasted too. 

It took all of Eddie's willpower to draw back a step and offer up the confection. "I'm sorry." 

"Eddie." Pi was unfocused for a moment until she recalled why he should be apologizing. The depression of the last few days pricked at the edges of her psyche, so she snatched up the chocolate. First she used the bouquet to tickle his features before setting the flowers on some shelved books. She wanted the chocolate after all. The wrapper was torn quickly. "You do not have anything to be sorry about."

Now that his hands were free the mathematician settled them where her thighs ended and sides began. He'd say that was his favorite spot to hold his demoness but that wasn't quite the case. He wasn't sure he could actually make a fair list, other than all of her. "Yeah I do. I hurt you, and I'm sorry."

"We have been over this. I'm a succubus. I can't expect you to not sleep with other people and visa-versa. It is not how this works." She was still pleased with the apology, a guilty pleasure. She was an agent of Hell, so that was okay. A bit of chocolate was snapped off before she pushed it between her dark lips. Pi wondered what the treat would taste like while she was wallowing on his cock. "Still, thank you."

"I know, and you're welcome. It's just... Obviously it bothered you. I had no idea she was a demon too and that you two have history. I hurt you and for that I'm sorry." His hands shifted and spread wide against her ass cheeks, which he used to pull her closer. Once her pillowy chest was against his, Eddie finally relaxed. "I don't like having a gulf between us."

"Neither do I." She readily agreed. "It was as cold as a witch's tit."

"Abby would take issue with that." He laughed in a hushed way before his lips sought hers.

Pi was all too content to let him find them. The taste of their tongues and chocolate mixed in a most decadent manner. Her free hand curled against the fabric of the shirt over his ribs and tugged lightly. Ah she could stay like this for hours. "Really. I over reacted. I know she's not going to seduce you away."

"She won't." Eddie whispered. He decided in that moment that maybe it was best not to tell the sultry woman about what had happened as he laid there nude on the desk. That most recent episode scared him almost as much as having her walk away. He'd figure out what it was on his own, or ignore it. "I take it that has happened before."

"Yes. Yes it has." She realized he probably deserved an explanation. That meant they could snuggle like this longer. So Pi drew him back with the sway of her hips and ass before she rested back on the pillar just now drying from her perspiration. With a tug she made sure his weight crushed against her. A bit of chocolate was held to his lips.

As he was a bit pudgy Eddie couldn't pass up the offer. His tongue brushed at her fingertips before he took it into his mouth. Oh! It actually was pretty good. He was glad that picking the most expensive chocolate he could afford worked out after all. Whew. "Thanks."

"So. Belle." A long breath whistled into the succubus' pretty little mouth. "Where to start?"

"I don't know." He confessed.

She chuckled and kneaded her fingers along his flank. "Hush. We used to be good friends, you know. That was... a long time ago. I and her father never really got along though. He always felt I was a bad influence."

"You? Never." Eddie grinned and swallowed the chocolate before kissing her chin, then just under it when she tilted her head back. All the affection he had to offer was accepted now. However, if he kept this up she wasn't going to get her story out. He deserved to know what was going on.

"I said hush." There wasn't a trace of an edge to her soft words. "Let me get this all out, okay. And pay attention. I know you're not very good at doing that." 

"Ha-"He started to try and defend himself only to have her silence him with a press of another chunk of chocolate against her lips. It was accompanied with a heated look. It promised if he was a good boy and stayed quiet there might be an n ever better treat in his future. So Eddie did as told.

Pi winked with the slow brush of lashes. "As I was saying long ago we were friends, despite her father's disapproval. Now by father I mean Belphegor, the Prince of Sloth. Not that she is not a child directly of course, more a creation, but... there really is not any reason to go into that right now. We used to do everything together, chase men, seduce them and implant the most delicious ideas in their minds afterwards. Oh it was a bloody good time, really. Every day on this green globe was a new adventure and a new chance to expand the horizon of knowledge, after a good lay of course." Her nose twitched and bust brushed against his chest as memories washed over her. Pi obviously missed that time. "Slowly but surely though things got even more complicated. There were giants in those days, children of the first angels that came down to earth. They were brilliant but... temperamental. Belle always fancied them for one reason or another. I never understood why. I do not have a thing for bad boys I guess. Anyhoo, she didn't take them all being drowned and their grand civilization, for the time, wiped off of the face of Creation."

Eddie couldn't help but interrupt. His hand caressed the side of one of her soft breasts as he spoke though."The great flood?"

"Yes." She confirmed. "The ark and everything, though it was a bit different than the story told. Another tale for another time. I was glad to see all the Nephilim and their like go, but as I said Belle was heartbroken. She started to change around then. In addition, I was called into the big man's office and given this new duty. We started to drift apart... now and again we would meet, very few centuries. I of course had to be freed of the number. I guess she grew curious as to what I was doing, and then envious that it was something big and secret. It all came to a head with Di Vinci. Yes that Di Vinci. He was a brilliant man, not unlike you." A purr rippled from her and she pressed a bit harder into his groping hand. One of her legs snaked up, inner thigh rubbing against him before leg hooked over. "Well I guess he was just the first major issue. The man was brilliant in so many ways and Belle coveted him for her own. She was stunned to find that I was the one stoking his dreams and inventions. She thought they should be her domain."

"Wait." Eddie leaned away from her and peered at her face for a long stretch. 

"I said hush. You really do not listen at all." Pi gave him the most-secretive of smiles, a masterpiece all her own. Then she urged him against her again with her leg. "Where was I. Ah. We had a full falling out at that point. She called me all sorts of names and had Tangent burn a few of Di Vinci's greatest creations, losing them for all time from mankind. It was a setback, but at the time I was too shaken up by her reaction to do anything. It was hard to have her act like that toward me. Envy is a deadly sin for a reason after all. We did not speak or see one another for quite some time, mostly because I was still bound up in the sacred geometry for great stretches of time. Then I was back in France..." 

Eddie nodded. "Descartes."

Pi pushed out her lower lip and her eyes grew stormy with the distant memory. "She waited until I was out and then seduced him right out from under me. All the while she claimed it was to get me back for fooling around in her domain, as she worked to try and change him over to one of her toys. It was... well it was a mess. I did not get to do as much as I should have done with him. It really was not a matter of losing his, mmm, affection because after she poisoned him with lies he would never touch me again. It was more that ultimate betrayal from her, that final break away from the friend I once knew. Since then every few times I am set free she is there trying to muck things up again. I do not seek her out; in fact I try and stay away. Which is hard on poor Aphie."

On reflex he kissed her lower lip until she sucked it back in, he didn't like seeing her sad. It didn't suit the sexy woman he knew one bit. His thumb pressed against her nipple even though it was under both shirt and bra. "Why?"

"Oh he and Tangent are pretty close. Let us just leave it at that, shall we. So that was why I reacted so terribly the other evening." Pi admitted with a small catch of breath. She still couldn't explain it accurately. That wasn't the point. Her forehead settled against his and strands of her sable hair caressed at his cheeks. "I had thought she had gotten her hooks into you, too."

"So it wasn't because you felt betrayed then, but because you're afraid of losing me?" The question was innocent as it slipped past Eddie's lips as they still hovered so close to hers.

The words drove her thrumming into even deeper tones at first. Then what he said and her reaction sank into her rational mind and the succubus' spine stiffened. That could not be the case, Pi wasn't human after all. She didn't have feelings in the traditional sense. Maybe it was just a sense of ownership that Belle had tramped on, yes that had to be it. "You are not going anywhere. We both know that, so do not be silly."

"Only if you promise not to be." He quipped back and started to unbutton her shirt with one hand. The other slid around and wiggled toward the zipper of on the back of her skirt. As usual she stirred the nerd's blood to the boiling point and there was only one way he was going to let off steam. Well, a stream anyway... the words rhymed for a reason.

"I do not know if I can do that." A hot breath pushed out of her plush lips and washed against his. She turned her body so soft bosom brushed across his fingers to help get her top off. It was said there was nothing better than make-up sex. Pi reached out with one shaky hand to set her precious chocolate down somewhere. The stretch of her body let flowing juices barely trapped by sodden panties to fill the air with the deep scent of her excitement. "I need you to fuck me."




Make Up Exam



"Elllllloise?" Ivy's voice rang through the basement level, almost sing-songy in its timbre. The jingle of a few extra chains on her pants and the clomp of her stompy boots reverberated off of walls made of stored knowledge. She whistled as well before making a put out snort. One had to assume that Locke had to be with her because of it. He fought the constant losing battle to keep her in line. 

Eddie groaned and his head rested against Pi's again as he smiled in an annoyed way. Well hell, that put a damper on his plans. He pecked her lower lip lightly before whispering. "Do you think if we're quiet they'll go away?

"Are you down here, Ms. Baker?" It was Locke that spoke up this time, confirming that he was around as well. The siblings could be heard moving along the central walkway at a slow pace, trying to find her. 

A pretty pout preceded a frustrated sigh from Pi. Her leg slid down off of Eddie's rump before she gave him a small push. It wasn't that she wanted him to move away, nor was she ashamed of their affection for one another. It just wasn't appropriate at the moment, though a large part of her considered going on with the fucking anyway so folks would know Eddie was hers... but he wasn't. Her dark brows pressed together in consternation. "Probably not. Here fix your fly and try and look presentable."

Eddie, of course, mistook her look for one of disappointment. It was what he felt deep down inside too. He nodded and tried to will his boner to go away as he pulled here and there to try and get his clothes back on straight. In the meantime, Pi took a step to the side and forced the hem of her skirt back down into place before deftly sealing back up her shirt. A few long lines of liquid desire had made it out of her panties, though, and stained the top of her stockings. Hopefully the smell wasn't too strong. She tried to ignore the knot of need that bunched up in her stomach, as well as drown any thoughts of ownership. Why did Belle have to come along and ruin everything?

"Foo." The demoness stroked her nails along her lover's jaw as she stepped around him and peeked around the corner. Her soft mouth formed a tight O in its shape and she looked over the top of her steamed up glasses at the aristocratic pair.

It was Ivy that spotted first and waved so hard it sent her whole body wiggling. As usual she stood out in stark juxtaposition to her brother. While Locke had a prim and pressed white shirt with a suit jacket and jeans that looked like they'd never been worn, Ivy was in one word punk. She had baggy trousers that pooled over the top of her shoes to the point where only some of the while soles could be seen, and the pants were black and green checkmarks. She had a few chains hanging from a thick leather belt into one of the pockets. Her short blonde hair was spiked up and slicked back at the same time and she wore a sleeveless t-shirt depicting some entity made out of spaghetti noodles, meatballs and cartoonish eyes. Pi was sure she'd met something that looked closed to it at some point.

"Eloise! There you are." Ivy bounced in pleasure and took a few extra steps to get to her first.

Locke, on the other hand, simply shook his head and looked skyward after rolling his handsome eyes. The smirk he had was worn in a heroic manner that fit his usual demeanor. He strolled after his sister, taking a look now and again down the stacks as he passed them. He was certainly more guarded than his sister, but the world took all kinds.

When Ivy offered an enthusiastic hug Pi gracious accepted and gave the little bundle of energy a firm squeeze. She didn't dislike the quick and 'accidental' brush of the woman's hand against the side of her backside either. It was nice to be desirable and really it wasn't like Eddie had any right to be offended. The sedate hooligan sniffed slightly as she pulled away and shivered when she gleaned the edge of feminine arousal in the air. It started up her own engines, though in that instant she noticed Eddie standing back a few paces and instantly sulked.

"Oh, hello there." Ivy offered in a hollow way.

The tone caught Eddie off guard and he coughed into his hand. His cheeks took on some color. "Hello there, Ivy. Good to see you too I guess?"

The slight lesbian's eyes traced to the flowers in one direction and then the chocolate in the other. One could almost see every second of her becoming crestfallen in slow motion. Her lower lip pressed out and started to shake. "I guess. We're interrupting something."

"No. No." Reaching out in a sympathetic manner Pi tapped on Ivy's lower lip. She did feel a bit let-down when there was no nip to follow. She'd work on that later. Yes it was true that poor Eddie was getting cock-blocked but that would make the sex later all the more desperate and hot. "We were just talking, it is okay."

"If you are certain." Locke offered as he drew up behind his sister. He looked from Pi, to Eddie and then to the various articles of apology lying about. It didn't seem that he noticed the musk in the air. Either way though the dutiful brother reached out and settled a hand on Ivy's shoulder to calm her, which worked. "Edward, it is good to see you."

"Eddie, please?" A fresh cough popped out of the mathematician and he moved a step closer to Pi. An apologetic smile was flashed to Ivy before his glance shifted back to Locke. "You two are looking good. Eloise is right though, there's nothing to worry about. We were just talking. If you two need her for a bit...?"

The siblings shared a look with one another before Ivy moved back and around behind her brother. She gave him a little shove then dug in her purse for some gum. Right now the poor girl needed to occupy her mouth with something other than pouting, she was feeling crushed! Though, truth be told she'd get over it soon enough. "You're up, Locke."

"You are too kind, Ivy dear." Color brushed into Locke's face. He did not falter though, his hands skid into his pant pockets. While his posture did relax there was still something regal to it that never went away. His chin lifted ever so slightly. "We were going to invite you, both of you, over to dinner this weekend, along with Abby. We are going to have an affair on the lawn with several friends and business associates. We would like for you to be there."

Eddie felt like... a bit of a third wheel, or was it a fourth or fifth in this situation. It didn't seem like he originally was going to be on the invite list. To be fair he didn't know the Wolsey's all that well. He'd always been on the fringe of Abby's interactions with them. "Um, sure."

"We would be happy to be there. What sort of fete are you throwing?" Good humor rested on Pi's eyes. She winked to Ivy hoping to cheer the young woman up. It didn't work so she looked back to Locke. Really she figured this was all a reason to get close to Abby, but she didn't mind feeling used. Her hands settled on the swell of her hips. "I hope there will be games and all sorts of decadent food."

"We were thinking of hiring a caterer from Ipswich that does... and correct me if I am off base, Eddie... Southern United States barbecue." Locke looked to the American for confirmation that he was saying it right. Once the nerd nodded the dashing blueblood continued. "Splendid. Yes, we thought it would be a good chance to mix things up a bit. One can only eat so many finger sandwiches and sip at tea, I am afraid."

"I told him we needed to do something bold." Ivy finally found her voice again.

"Well, you can't get much bolder than southern bar-b-que. " When Eddie pronounced the word he put the right emphasis on the way it should be said, to help them in the future. He could well imagine that most of the Englishmen were going to find good down-home cooking a bit too strong and spicy for their pallets. The gravy and sauces and here just weren't the same. He could feel himself salivating already. "Like Pi said, I'd be happy to be there. What day and time?"

"Saturday evening, whenever you have the chance to come over. Mmm, I am sure you can show use the proper Yankee way to eat things?" Locke offered out a handshake as he slipped forward a step. His smile bloomed all the wider.

"Well, a good southerner would say that a Yankee can't do anything right." Eddie chuckled for just a moment before his sound trailed off. None of the other three had any clue why that was funny, and it showed in their expressions. He weakly laughed and shook his head. "Nevermind. I'll do what I can."

"Fantastic!" As she slipped back to Eddie's side the succubus gathered up her flowers and her chocolate. "Was that all that you came down here for, Locke? I mean, I am flattered that the two of you came all this way just to ask me... us."

That confirmed to Eddie that Pi suspected the same thing he did. The mathematician made sure he didn't frown. He was as comforted with her drawing near - as Ivy was uncomfortable about it. In fact the impish lady flashed them both a weak smile and a wiggle of fingers before retreating back out of view. Ivy reached out and tugged at the back of her brother's shirt as she did so, pulling the fabric tight against toned chest. "Come on, Locke, we should let them get back to what they were doing."

"Oh. Yes. That we should." Locke's cheeks speckled with a deeper hint of red. "Please, pass along the invitation to Abigail."

Eddie grinned in a sly manner, without a hint of jealousy. "You could ask her yourself." 

"I... no, no. It is better this way. I expect to see you all this weekend then. Good day." After fighting down a small tremor of fluster the dutiful brother followed after his sister. He stopped after turning and cleared his throat. "I do understand that it is a violent change of topic but have you had any run ins with Mr. Chadwick over the last few days? We saw him about the campus on our way here. He seemed... incensed." "Oh, yeah I ran into him earlier today. It's a bit of a long story. He shouldn't be bothering Woody anymore, if we're lucky." A nod proceeded Eddie's pleased-with-himself grin.

Locke tilted back toward them. A few strands of pale hair perfectly curled against his forehead. "Splendid. Just be careful, Mr. Vance. He is the sort whose reason is often overpowered by their temper. If you have any trouble, please let us know."

The far more slovenly fellow dipped his chin. "Why?"

"Richard and I go way back but alas we parted ways in the middle of primary schooling. If we had not, well, perhaps his ungentlemanly behavior would have been corrected. I suppose it is not meant to be. I was the first to stand up to him, successfully." Locke smirked, full of a supreme confidence in his own ability. It bordered on arrogance. "Needless to say his mother and mine had words as well afterwards. I would be weary of the Widow Chadwick. She is a harpy."

"Literally?" Eddie was only half-joking. He'd not be surprised at all if that was actually the case. It wasn't like his life made any sense these days.

Locke titled back to look at Ivy, who was sulking at him. He lifted one finger and a sympathetic smile to his poor little sister. He full well knew that her heart was breaking right now. He could only imagine how hard it was to be a homosexual at times. Your dating pool was cut down drastically and too many crushes ended up being straight. Though, he had thought that Pi was into girls from pervious interactions. "Not as far as I know. That might explain, genetically, for the small size of Richard's brain though. Just be careful, okay? I would not want to see any of you three harmed by him lashing out."

"We will." Eddie said and Pi echoed. The demoness with a heart of gold instead of the black charred muscle she was supposed to have felt terrible for Ivy too. In truth she'd be happy to have the little ball of energy's face wedged between her thighs or to scissor with her. However, no one but Eddie would do right now. The idea of he and she getting back to it once Locke left made her inner walls flutter. She had to hide her sinister smile as an idea popped into her head. She leaned out and gave Locke a chaste, for her, peck on the cheek before retreating back to lean against the column once more. This way she could see both Eddie and Locke's asses when the brother turned to go.

Yum!

"Good. Well, I cannot think of anything else to talk about, at the moment anyway. Remind me at some point, Edward that we need to speak on a few other things." Locke tugged his hair back into place with a simple brush of hand.

"Sure thing." Eddie was a bit confused as to what that might be. Hopefully Locke wasn't going to ask for his permission to marry Abby or something archaic and English like that. It would be silly. 

"Take care, it was good to see you."

"It was good to be seen. Good day." Locke nodded and then hurried off to catch up with his sister.

Eddie took two small steps forward and peered around the corner after them. Locke wrapped his arm around Ivy's small shoulders and pulled her close as she leaned into him. Plainly the poor lesbian's fantasies had been dashed to pieces by walking in on Eddie and Pi.

The geek had to admit he felt a little bad about that. There was nothing he could do about it, though. He sighed softly and hoped that Ivy would get over that soon enough, she seemed like a nice girl. Oh sure, her taste in clothing was god-awful but he figured that she was just trying to step out of her brother's shadow in the starkest manner possible. It made Eddie wonder what their parents must have been like. At least the Wolsey's weren't snobs.

Out came a small sigh before Eddie turned back to say something to Pi about the whole incident. All he found though was her crumpled blouse discarded on the floor. A smile forged its way across his lips. The succubus wasn't one for subtly where sex was involved. Apparently she was still as stirred as he was. Eddie tugged at his shirt collar and didn't bother picking the clothing up as he moved along into the small side halls along the walls. His hell-born nymph wanted him to follow a candied trail to her and that's what he'd do.

He had to walk along, looking up and down every row until he found her bra hanging from the side of a corner book. That he picked up and gave it a small sniff before letting it fall to the floor. It was getting difficult to walk with his hard-on. The ache to push deep into the warm wetness Eddie knew waited at the end of his scavenger hunt was almost too much to bear. In a bold move he pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it against a wall. It wasn't like he had a muscled chest to flex but he do so anyway. There was something about being desired by a sensual goddess of a woman that emboldened even the smallest man.

At the end of all the stacks was Pi's little black skirt. It had been shimmed out of and left to pool on the floor. He nudged it with one foot before looking around. Eddie didn't call out her name, nor could he hear her breathing. He did take the chance to lean against the lacquered wooden wall and toe off his shoes, then slip out of his jeans as well. The scent of her greedy sex saturated the air now, so he knew he had to be getting close. 

This was more than a bit daring because there was a fine risk that someone might wander down into the basement looking for an old book and they'd be found out. The thrill of that 'danger' brought his blood up to a fine boil and onward Eddie trekked. 

Eventually he found a door he didn't know existed in the far wall. The green painted metal aperture had been left open just a crack. Pi's soaked panties hung from the latch. His fingers couldn't resist picking them off. He ran the damp fabric between his fingers, feeling the vicious way her drippings glided across the skin of his fingers. It took little more than recalling what it felt like to have her walls covered in the same stuff pressing against every side of his meat to make his cock lurched. The front of his boxers speckled with ejected pre-cum. Oh he was going to plow her hard when he finally caught up with her. Eddie figured that was pretty much the point of this merry chase. 

He opened the door and descended even though he had no idea where he was going. The stairway was metal too, the raised and worn stuff that he recalled from the playgrounds of early childhood -- before everything was crafted out of garish plastic for safety. Loose hanging florescent lights held up by old wire lit the way. The walls had become bare cinderblock and the floor below cracked and stained concrete. This wasn't the usual place Eddie would walk into alone, but he trusted Pi with his very soul. Perhaps that had been his first mistake but the truth of that would come with in time. 

"Pi?" He asked once he got into the short hall below. It wasn't readily apparent where his infernal lover was exactly. There were two wooden doors on either side and then one more down at the end of the hall that had a sign with a skull and lightning bolt on it. That couldn't be where she'd gone. He let out a relieved breath as he caught the slightest sound of her throaty amusement. Okay then he had to pick the right door, but which one. The first one on the right was locked. As was the first one on the left.

"Ah!" The next one on the left wasn't only unlocked but one of her stockings was hanging from it. He'd always hard that the code for 'we're having sex' as a college dorm was a sock. Did that apply to women's leggings as well? It didn't matter. Eddie opened the door and headed inside anyway. 

"Well hello, Eddie." Pi hummed full of sibilation intertwined with excited hiccups of breath. 

White petals glinted with the sheen of Pi's honey as she caressed the carnation between her legs. She'd taken only the one flower out of the bouquet when she'd snuck away from her genius' side. All along the way as she discarded clothing for him to follow the succubus had brushed the silky soft calyx against her body. First she'd used it to tease the nape of her neck, then over one nipple and the other as they grew hard. She used the flower to imagine what Eddie's kisses on the rigid buds would feel like, then trailed it down her stomach in much the same manner. Because she'd needed to walk down the stairs and to a storage room she'd forgone touching her sex at first, sliding petals over thighs instead.

It wasn't until she'd bent over an old metal desk, which had to be a product of the 1950's, that Pi had finally given in. While she waited for Eddie to come and fuck her the demoness had hotly fondled her breast and used fingers and flower to tease her apex. Now that the mathematician had finally followed the sexy breadcrumbs and opened the door she made sure to give him a show. 

She purred as he stepped inside. "Well hello, Eddie."

"Wow." No matter how many times they'd coupled the poor mortal was still easily awed by Pi. At that moment he felt dizzy as more blood rushed through his veins than was generated form a hard run. He leaned against the steel door frame and watched her. 

"Mm. Thank you." Pi responded as she looked over her finely shaped shoulder. Crimson light dripped from her eyes and forked tongue lashed out before sliding back behind perfect rows of white teeth. Her dark mane was already tasseled and she was more than ready to be taken. Apparently Eddie needed more coaxing though. Perhaps it was the setting that threw him off with all the stacked chairs from a bygone age of learning. There were a few boxes that hadn't been checked in ages and probably served as mouse homes now against the far wall. The single desk was the only real bit of furniture in the room. Pi'd cleaned off its top some time ago and hidden a few odds and ends here as needed. Which was to mean sex toys in the drawers or in boxes on top. It was obvious that aides weren't going to be needed tonight.

She cocked her hips one way and then the other to present him with the vision of her dripping folds shifting against one another. Not that Pi looked away as she offered him her behind. The despoiled carnation was pulled over her pussy again and she allowed a few of its petals to intermingle with hers. The hard shudder of breath Eddie let out was music to her ears. There were few better sounds in all of Creation, save that of his hips socketing wet against hers. The very thought made her quake and moan his name. She set down the flower on the desk to free up that hand, the other one was bracing. Her deft fingers slid between her soaked thighs once more and she wasted no time inserting two of them into her, all the way to the third knuckle. She spread her legs wider and put more weight on her leaning arm as she worked at her own inner flame. Rivers of liquid want were brought up by her own fingers and her ass swayed rhythmically. All of it was designed to draw Eddie over.




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She grinned with a kittenish sound when he finally pulled his boxers away from his hips and exposed his swollen maleness. He tugged the wet grey fabric down and let it slide to his ankles before stepping out of it. As he moved away from the door it slowly swung close under its own weight. It left them along and secreted, bathed in the yellowed light of the old light bulb in its tin hood above. Wasn't this more or less the situation he'd been daydreaming about when he first whacked off to Pi weeks ago? If not it was something close. She was already hot and ready for him, needy really. The only bit of clothing that remained on her body was one askew stocking. As she shivered her erect nipples brushed against the cold top of the desk. 

"That is a good boy. Come over here and give me that cock before I cum all over my fingers." Pi gasped the words out. Her body vibrated with such intense feeling of being empty and Eddie needed to make it all go away. Her fingers just weren't doing it for her, but that was okay. He would be inside of her soon.

A husky laugh rolled out of her as he finally took control of her shapely ass with the firm grip of one hand. His other set of fingers brushed against those of hers that were now retreating out of her greedy sex, trailing sticky strings of excitement the whole way. She slapped the damp hand down on the table as his hips pressed against her rump. There was nothing more that she needed at the moment than to feel the crown of his cock invading her. That requirement was swiftly fulfilled as Eddie first found the correct indentation and then with a grunt pressed her hard against the steel lip of the table.

Her breath was strangled as he stretched her and pinned her with the same motion. After so many days without sheathing his meat within her cunt this felt heavenly. Well, heavenly wasn't quite the word but it was a relief. The demoness' body trembled with pent up desire while one of his hands ran up the length of her spine and brushed at the ends of her sable mane. Neither of them said a word but relished the returned connection.

Once Eddie was buried to his root he didn't pause but started rolling against her back side, hard. He was driven on by the soft plane of her ass as they matched the same tight circles. Whenever his turgid need started to pull away from being snug against her cervix Pi chased after with the press of her full ripe body into him. Whenever Eddie thrust once more he pushed her down and sent rolling waves through her body that came out in guttural cries as she gasped for breath. He'd never fucked her this strongly before, never taken her like some sort of beast. She'd never felt so hot against the sensitive skin of his rod. The dripping friction tugged at his ever sensation. Maybe it was the fact that he could hear the metal creaking in between each slap of his body into hers that made him forceful tonight as well. 

It was hard to tell and it didn't matter.

The succubus' heavy bosom flattened against cool steel and her eyes squeezed shut. "Harder. Lakes of Fire! Harder."

Eddie responded to her wishes, dominating her with each plowing motion. Her gathered juices started to spill out and drizzle on the side of the desk or coat his sack with such delicious slickness. He didn't think about slowing down, or of anything else at all. Both hands took firm control of her hips. One would not be surprised if his fingers left marks of ownership. Surely there were going to be bruises on the front of her thighs. 

Not that Pi cared. In the morning to come she'd even relish the purple stripes across her moon pale flesh. It wasn't some obsession with being owned or submitting. Just a reminder that he wanted to take her like this - that he'd given into his desire. Her back arched and eyes widened. Fingers gripped at the far side of the desk as they become one. Locked against one another with a series of wet sounds she cried out again while he growled in satisfaction. 

"Like that?" He finally found words to say. His crown pressed in deep, building pressure at the bottom of her velvet tunnel.

At first Hell's librarian could only purr. Because of how her body was all bit immobilized and only her rump and thighs could move, quiver really, Eddie's cock seemed bigger than before. There was just the right amount of discomfort as he remained bottomed out. Tendrils of sweat rolled across her sides, over the round of boobs. Her head fell forward, dark hair spreading like a pot of spilled ink. "Just like that, Eddie. Oh... just like that."

Perhaps the irony of having makeup sex on a desk as well would dawn on either of them later. For now the sodden carnation had been cast aside as well, settled against a bag full of vibrators and magic bullets. She swore she could feel his balls churning against her labia. He could feel her dusting of pubic hair ticking at the base of his rod and scrotum. Everything was just perfect, or close enough. Eddie's green gaze narrowed as the reptile part of his brain took full control. Without thinking he reached out and grabbed a few curls of her hair and pulled, not to rip it from scalp.

The controlling gesture ripped a fresh gasp from Pi as she arched as he wanted her too. Right now her body was little more than an instrument for his pleasure, and the same could be same for his and her release as well. Raw nipples slid across the desk's top. The next time his full length pressed home the warmth at the pit of the demoness' belly became undone. It wasn't just her lower half that twitched now but every single muscle of her pussy. She was so close but could not let him know with sounds. So instead her ass pushed back savagely against his body, as if he could actually go any deeper. The tension against her cervix passed the threshold into painful. The instinct of her lust ridden body knew that his cum would have nowhere else to go but directly into her womb. It did not matter that it was a fallow field; it needed libation all the same.

Devilish crimson pushed out every last ounce of white pigment from her skin as she came violently.

So much so that the mathematician felt crushed, and trapped in the most pleasant of ways. Her core didn't spasm now but rather gripped and milked at his shaft. She didn't need to vocally beg for his seed, her body did it for him.

Instinct took over Eddie as well. He tried to pull back as far in her vise like grip as he could as her cum gushed out. Then he pressed hard with the skin of his dick dragging against her lining. Indeed there was no place for the first wad to shoot but into the recesses of Pi's body. In fact he continued to drain each ropey jet precisely where both of them wanted it. His fingers lost strength and she sagged back down to the desktop. Her aftershocks continued to squeeze every last drop out of him.

There was so much cum on both sides of the equation that even as it mixed and pooled there was simply too much for her tight cunny to contain. The excess oozed out of the point where their bodies were joined. From there it dripped down onto the desk, languishing before starting to pitter patter over the edge. The room was filled with such a lovely scent -- and their mutual and ragged panting.

The heavy breathing eventually fell off as Eddie slumped forward and started to use his lover a cushion. It wasn't long before Pi huffed in protest and wiggled until he pulled out of her and slid to the side. She didn't stop laying stomach down, though. Her body was filled with equal measures of fatigue's poison and ecstasy's ambrosia. The last thing the infernal wanted to do was to get up. 

"Wow, make up sex is amazing." The budding genius was the first to speak up as he sat on the cold floor. His head tilted just enough to watch sexual juices run down the insides of the succubus' legs. One thing was for sure, love-making was always messy.

"Mmm hmm." For all the world Pi could not sound more like a content cat with her fill of cream. She found strength enough to pull herself to lie atop the desk fully. A few of the boxes full of sexual aides were moved to make room. "Let's never have to do it again." 

"I thought you said you were fine." 

"Edward. No woman ever means that. Hey? What are you doooOoOOooO." Her harsh words evaporated into a throaty laugh as he pulled her legs closer to him. Eddie ran his tongue across the soft and currently red field of her leg. The intoxicating combination of their spent desire was salty but a perfect treat when accented with her flesh. He couldn't explain why he wanted to do that.

He ended the lick with a nip. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know. It is my own fault. After all I said no restrictions. Just please be careful around Belle. She is devious." Because the lapping at her skin tickled Pi moved her leg away, twisting so she could lay and look over at the edge down at him. It meant they were nearly face to face.

"Aren't all devils?"

"Nyah! Smart guy are you?" She stuck out her tongue.

"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry." It seemed like Eddie had changed his tune. "I meant to say aren't all women?" 

"Oh... you." Pi narrowed her gaze at him, her strong features crushing up in a cute way. The crimson hue faded like sunrise giving into the day. Her skin was creamy white once more. "Maybe I should dump you and start running about with your mates. They seem like better men."

"Hey!" A whisper of laughter was all he could manage at the moment. Eddie felt so terribly spent. He watched her coal black eyes for a very long stretch before he felt himself blush. He didn't answer her questioning look and instead turned away. 

"What, Eddie?" 

"Nothing. Nothing." He looked back up at her before stretching to get a kiss. His cock was still a bit hard but resting against his leg now. He could feel all the smeared liquid drying cool on his thighs and crotch. It was a lovely feeling. "So. Lots of strange stuff going on. No one noticed the ruined room at all before Aphex and Tangent fixed it. Don't you find that odd?"

"This is not the pillow talk I signed up for." After a nip at his lips Pi nodded anyway. "It is strange, yes. I suspect there is more than a few odd wards and magical...things... laced around the campus though."

"Magical things, eh?" A laugh sprung out of him. Here in this forgotten corner of the basement it felt like the rest of the world didn't exist.

"Yes. Well you did fuck me silly. I cannot quite think at the moment." She rolled her eyes and turned away to lay on her back and stretch. Pi wasn't really complaining of course. A note was made to look into the magical nature of St. Agatha's a bit more.

Eddie considered bringing up the last deep fugue that he had. The way he nearly lost himself in it. Considering how it came while Belle was impaling herself down on him that didn't seem like a wise thing to bring up right now. So he let it go, like a nagging cough. "So where is Hell, Pi?"

"Eh?" She tipped her head back toward him, sable tresses spilling free to hang in the air beside his face. A few strings of hair tickled at his nose.

"Where is it? Buried deep in the earth? Some other plane of existence? If you peel back the stars is Heaven just on the other side like the backstage of a theater?" Eddie felt that this was a safer way of asking what was on his mind at the moment.

"Oh. I do not think that they are really concepts I can easily explain. It is all very metaphysical." One of her teeth raked at plump lower lip as she studied the ceiling. In truth she wasn't exactly sure where they were in relation to Creation.

"Well it all has to be part of the same cosmos doesn't it? That means that it works on math, of a sort. Well the connections do at any rate as you said. The more we change our reality with math the more it shuts down the ways between. One would think that means that they all have a mathematical relationship to one another." Yep, pillow talk went right out the window. Relaxed and mind re-tooled by the sex, and through it the release of the tension between them, Eddie's brain started working once more. It was coming out in a torrent.

"I suppose so. That does make sense. I have never thought of it that way before." Pi felt the connection between them twitch as it had so many times before. Not just between she and Eddie but between her and other great men of Math. The young man she had just been plowed by had the power to change the world in the palm of his hands, even if he didn't believe it. This made her wonder where he was going with all this.

"Have you ever heard of emanations before? The idea that the heavens, or even Heaven as it were, depending on its position and the resonance that it makes because of said position influences every last aspect of daily life? I mean it sounds a lot like astrology of course but the idea that somehow the higher spheres of existence dictate everything has been around for a while. I was reading about it for my Arabic philosophy class the other day." Eddie's hands lifted and he made a few wide sweeping gestures to accent what he was discussing. 

"It reminded me of a few articles from years back. The idea that reality as we know it is a hologram of sort. That the true existence of it all is another higher plane of mathematics we do not understand and this is all formed by a projection of energy moving through it. Some folks say it is light, other sub-atomic particles depending on what one wants to think. It all sounds very similar to me. All related to a great and grand chain that's based on mathematical relationships."

As the mathematician fell silent the demonic muse shifted to focus one of her eyes on his profile. 

Oh, he was thinking on deep concepts. It was a look she was used to after so many centuries. Thus she'd do nothing to interrupt his reverie; she was here to aid him after all. She had to admit that it made her feel warm and fuzzy, to be needed. "Go on."

"Well there has to be math that explains that connection I would think. What if that's the way it all works, Pi. Heaven and Hell do exist, you are proof of that. What if the projection of energy through them is what gives human reality its shape? Yes we have control over it but... but... well I mean that could easily explain why the world becoming more secular cuts off the connections. Like an infant no longer needing a mother's umbilical cord." He met her gaze and then swallowed as if the heady idea of it was almost too much to bear. Yes. That had to be what he had been looking at, the formulae that plagued him. Or maybe he was just going mad. "The big bang being the 'let there be light' as that energy was first pushed through those filters?"

"Oh." 

"What do you mean, oh? Am I right?" Eddie's eyebrows curved up with supreme wonder.

"I cannot say because I do not know. I am here to stand by your side and to encourage. Not to influence you." The ideas he put forth though made her spine tingle, with either fear or anticipation, which she wasn't sure. Out the buxom woman reached and brushed fingers through his sweaty mop. Then in she dipped to get a kiss and be tickled by the scruff of hair around his chin once more. "Why do you wonder about this?" 

'I just. From the moment you mentioned it I suppose. It's just there at the edge of my mind, growing a bit day by day. We feel like we're alone in the universe. People are always mocked for believing otherwise. But what if we really are all connected? I mean, I know it sounds like some sort of hokey new age idea. Well maybe not to you. I just feel like if it can be locked down by math then it has to be made on math. The bridges between Earth and these other places. Hell that doesn't even speak to the ideas of alternate worlds that are all set up by the different angles that that energy strikes the real reality and then broadcasts out. I mean they could be just one difference of a frequency off from us and we'd never know. Not quite all occupying the same space, you know what I mean." He blinked slowly before pressing the meat of his thumb against his temple. The fugue was threatening to come back. It was at that point, with the way that Pi was looking at him, that he'd let it all out in some strange stream of consciousness way. "Sorry."

"No. No. It is okay." She continued to pet his hair. Her crisply perfect nails teased at his scalp trying to sooth him. Worry gripped Pi's heart, which was softer than any hellish creatures should be, she could see the threads of madness teasing at the edge of her lover's eyes. That, alas, was a constant worry that came with each genius she mused. The line between insanity and high acumen was very thin indeed. "Why are you wondering about that?"

"Because you told me why you are here in such a blunt way." His eyebrows slid closer together. "Pi, did you ever tell the others exactly why you were helping them? I mean the way that you told me?"

The succubus had to think about that longer than she should. It wasn't that the ache deep down in her bruised core distracted her, nor the ripple of afterglow that welled up. She was trying, honestly, to recall if she ever had. Pi sat up then with a look of confusion across her becoming face. Then she raked at her hair. "I never recall doing so."

"Then why this time? Why clue me in?" His expression only knotted up further.

The light bulb above them flickered as power fluxed throughout the building. It did not wink out or dim. The mixing of their juices on the floor had long since dried, or so it seemed. In all truth -- though neither of them noticed -- it had been absorbed into the old tile of the floor. Every last drop sucked into the seams as if on the other side there was someone with a straw. There was indeed something strange about the grounds of St. Agatha's. 

"I. I do not know. I just felt that at the time it was what I needed to say. I am... mmm this is hard to explain." One of her fine and firm legs stretched out and she tapped the side of her nose with a toe. Oh her current feet were so damn cute! Pi had yet to get over that. "As I have stressed now and again I am not a person, not like you. When we were made we were crafted with a purpose. Some are there to guard a certain minute each and every day. Others to make sure that clouds stretch the way they are supposed to across the sky. Well, not that there are many angels around Creation anymore. Even after the great Fall all of us were given a function. We just work the way we work."

"That sounds like a terrible lack of Free Will." The thought horrified Eddie and it showed so strongly in his eyes he had to shut them before his gentle lover could see. After all she was a person, no matter her claims, and he couldn't stand the thought of every one of her actions being dictated for her. 

Lids closed or not Pi still felt his distress. She slid the top of her foot under his chin and tapped lightly. "Such was the real gift given to Mankind. Both a gift and a curse depending on you look at it."

Eddie's eyes opened back up but only to small slits. "But didn't you chose, you know, the whole war in Heaven thing?" Clearly he felt a bit odd even asking the question. After all he didn't believe in the bible. It struck him them to wonder how much of it was actually literal. Could the fiery Baptists back home be right? 

"Did we? Some of us are not so sure." Pi shook her head slowly, dark hair cascading over her shoulders and settling across the top of her heavy rack. She was starting to realize her nipples had been rubbed raw and didn't care in the slightest. 

"Why did you fall, Pi?"

"I would rather not speak of it." She dug her lower lip under the front row of her teeth again. "Okay?"

Eddie shrugged and let it go. There was no reason to have a hard conversation now. He felt like things were on the mend and that might break it again if he pressed too damn hard. So yes, best to just let it go. He closed his eyes again but could still see her ravaged beauty in his mind's eye. "Okay. That's fine. Sorry to bring this all up. I guess you can just say that sex gets my mind going."




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"I thought it was supposed to put men to sleep." Her thrumming amusement echoed around the room. The light flickered again and the demoness gave it a bit of a skeptical look. Was there bad wiring down here? 

"That's only when you have it right before bedtime. It makes me a bit hungry and the rush of energy to the brain. Well all the wheels start turning. Is my line of thought really all that odd?" As his eyes opened back up Eddie tilted his head to the left. Then he nibbled at the side of her foot, considered sucking on it. He'd heard that was erotic. How it could be he didn't have any idea at all.

"Are you going to eat me?" Her smile hinged on a single mote of amusement, mostly because of his contemplating look. For once Pi didn't even mean that in a dirty way, for now. She sighed expressively. Her bosom shifted with a small bounce as she did so. "I understand. I cannot fathom why you would wonder about such things, Eddie. If you did figure out the math involved, what would you do with it?"

"I suppose that might be the plan, to shut them closed forever." The mortal shrugged. After all he was just a pawn in a great game here. He didn't like it every much either. Did he really have free will? Oh hell, he should have stayed quiet about all this. This was starting to give him such the headache. He rested against the desk's side once more and fiddled with a drawer. "I don't know. I guess we'll wait and see."

"Maybe solving some sort of travel issue that will allow mankind to move into space? Now would that not be grand?" Pi fussed with her hair and found that she wanted a drink of water ever so terribly. She'd have to see to it that Aphex got some bottles of it down here. Part of her considered summoning him, but she didn't want to ruin the moment. Besides he was probably balls deep in Tangent. Her nose wrinkled but the expression quickly faded. 

"Is it really space out there? I mean really?" He had to wonder now.

A small huff bubbled out of Pi and she gave his face a playful push with the ball of her foot. "As I have said a dozen times already, reality is what man makes it. So yes, there is outer space. It is just waiting for someone to figure out how to claim it." 

"Oh. I suppose that makes some sense. Mmm, it's odd, isn't it? That it was all designed this way on purpose. Well that it was all designed at all. I mean that just puts a big crack into my world view." Eddie scrubbed at his hair.

After another slow breath she turned and rummaged in one of the boxes. A bottle of baby lotion was pulled out and given a wiggle before she glanced back to him. Her lips twisted into a sultry bit of smile. Her head was starting to hurt to, along with her heart. She had no idea where this was all going but she didn't like it. "Enough of this. I want my pillow talk and a rub down. Then all shall be forgiven, fair?"

"I guess?" Eddie blinked but relented when the bottle was shoved out at him. "I've not given a backrub before."

"Then it is a fine time for you to learn. Get up here." It only took a wink and a wiggle to make room to get Eddie where he needed to be. Pi cooed as the cold cream was drizzled along her back and purred when he put his hands on her. There, that was a thousand times better.

The room was filled with her pleased moans just as it had absorbed all of their sensual cries. Every last word of their very interesting conversation as well as precious juices spilled had been practically devoured by the building. All if it was of great interest to the hungry grounds of St. Agatha's. It was as if the very plot of land was waking up and demanded more and more to sustain it. How long before mere drops of blood and cum no longer be enough?



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Don't you just love make up sex...here is one of my past favorites...

My boyfriend at the time and I have broken up. But we still kept talking to each other on the computer. One night we were talking, and sex became the conversation. We hadn't been broke up for very long and in our whole relationship sex was never a problem, it was great till we weren't getting it from each other. We then decided to talk on the phone. We did the basic small talk but then sex became the topic again. We started teasing each other over the phone. It was apparent that both of us were very excited, and in need of a release. During our conversation it was decided that I would come over to his place to take out our frustrations on each other, and boy did we.

Once I got there all the lights were off in his house. I got to the door of his bedroom, and noticed candle light in the room. I climbed the stairs to his room, and to my surprise he was lying in bed under the covers freshly bathed, hard, and ready for me. I couldn't control myself I took off my shoes and started crawling on the bed toward him. When I reached him I could smell his cologne, which turned me on even more. We started kissing hungrily like we had been starving for the taste of each other. I know I had. I then started kissing on his neck, then biting and sucking. His skin tasted so sweet. He reached for me pulling my shirt off kissing my neck and then my breasts. He grabbed one of my breasts and took my nipple into his mouth sucking hard and biting it. Oh the feeling went all thru me, and then he reached over and did the same to my other breast. Then back up kissing my neck and my hungry mouth. 

I knew then I wanted to really taste him hold his hard cock in my mouth so I started working my way down his chest, nibbling on his hard nipples. I caressed his chest and his sides with my hands. Reaching down and stroking his hard cock through the covers. I pulled the covers down from his waist and in all his glory there it was his throbbing hard cock, already pre-cumming from our kissing fest. God I loved his cock that way. His cum was always sweet tasting, and I could never get enough of it. I started licking his shaft, and circling my tongue around the head, his moans of pleasure just made me want to go down on him even more. Then I took his cock into my mouth and sucked his cock up and all the way down to the base in my mouth. He tasted so good in my mouth. He held my head at first grabbing my hair while I sucked on his cock. Then finally he couldn't take anymore and grabbed me and pulling me up to the top of the bed laying me down and his body over mine.

It was my turn...He started kissing me hungrily again all over my body. He took the rest of my clothing off. He caressed my whole body as he was kissing it. Then he started down my neck to my breasts again, going lower and lower. He was rubbing my pussy by now. I was going crazy from all of this teasing. He then slide down till his head was between my legs, the sight of this made my pussy even wetter than it already was. He started licking and sucking on my pussy like he a starving animal. He then started fucking me with his tongue. It felt so good all I could do was moan and pump my body to him tongue fucking me. Then he did something that had never been done to me before. He moved his head even lower and started licking my ass. My head started swaying then because it was so dirty and nasty but at the same time was exciting and hot.

He licked and sucked on my pussy and ass till I was screaming for him to turn around. I had to have his cock in my mouth again, tasting him. Fucking him with my mouth. I moved from his cock to his balls, I loved doing that it would really get him going. Then without even thinking about I started licking him past his balls till I as well was licking his ass. I think his reaction was the same as mine. Naughty, but still oh so good.

He then grabs me and throws me down on the bed like a rag doll and comes up between my legs and shoves his cock in me. Pounding me harder, and harder with each thrust. I start cumming so hard that I am pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts. Having wave after wave of orgasms. By this time I have cum so much that it like a waterfall just gushing out of me. I tell him I want to change positions, but he won't let me into the one I want. He was in control now and he was going to do what he wanted to my body. He grabbed my legs and pushed them up to my head, and pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. This was great I was in a position that I could watch his cock go in and out of me. I loved the site of that it excited me even more, as I am sure he could tell because I came again shortly after. He fucked me for a while in that position, his cock going in and out of my pussy was ecstasy. His cock just kept me cumming, and cumming.

He knew I wanted him fucking me from behind. I loved the way his hands grabbed my hips when his cock was going in and out of my pussy. So he pulled out and rolled me over and finally let me into my favorite position with him. Me on my knee's with my hand on the wall, with him fucking me from behind. I could feel every inch of his cock slide in and out of my pussy in this position. Also, I could watch him fucking me in the mirror on his dresser. I loved that sight. We were in this position for a while then he moved me back down on the bed, I went

to lay down and he was like no and forced me over onto my stomach again. Laying flat on my stomach on the bed he came up between my legs and slide his cock into my pussy holding my hips down flat on the bed. I was in heaven. I moved my legs in-between his and started squeezing my pussy tight as I could sucking every inch of his cock as he went in and out of me with my pussy. Finally I feel his cock growing even bigger inside of me I knew he was close to cumming. So I started pumping my pussy up and down faster and faster on his cock. Building us both up to our climax. Then finally he started pulsing and exploded deep into my pussy, which made me start cumming all over his cock. When we were done we were both sweaty out of breath and spent. It was one of the best sexual encounters we had together. 

Thanks J I'll never forget that one.



Make Up Sex



Marie's perfect shaped ass and dancers legs were highlighted by her skin tight, form hugging black track suit pants. We had had troubles in our relationship, so we had not seen each other for over2 weeks, and we were both drawn and stressed from the troubles and the not seeing each other. I came in the door carrying two bottles of wine. She met me at the threshold, slipping easily into my arms and kissed me sweetly. She instantly started to shake with the power of her pent up passion for me. I held her close feeling her body, so much slimmer now than had been two weeks ago. The stress had been hard on her. I felt my body respond to her kiss and close pressing to me. My pulse raced, the blood rushed through my ears, am sure my heart rate went from 80 to 120, and I felt a slight sweat form on my neck and face.

A noise in the background reminded me that Marie's small son was there, and just back from hospital. We walked into his room and made sure he was comfortable and happy. We sat on the couch and had a wine, I was completely aware of every lithe movement she made, and how it accentuated her curves and womanly shape. The wine was cool and crisp, we chatted about simple things, and about our day's.

Marie was taking every opportunity to plant small kisses on my face my neck and my ears, little touches on my knees and inner thigh. After a few minutes she could stand sitting next to me no more, so standing she put down her wine and climbed on top of me, pressing her perfect pussy into my now rapidly growing penis, and kissing me deeply.

My response to her kisses was instant and impressive, with my cock unwinding down the inside leg of my jeans, my body tingling with excitement that only she can produce. Once again in the background a small voice demanded attention from his mum, poor little guy had been through a difficult time with surgery & bad responses to drugs and anesthesia.

We stood and walked around the house, getting more wine and chatting. Marie dogged my footsteps, never letting me get too far away, constantly touching me, particularly my blue jeans covered ass. We kissed standing in the kitchen, the passion roaring like a bushfire into both our bodies. I felt her press her pubic bone into my now raging hard cock, and she did that little shudder that is half an orgasm. My god she was hot for me, and I her for her. I moved her slightly to my left, and snaked a hand down her tummy to the top of her pants. She offered no resistance, in fact kissing me harder and pressing into me more.

I slipped my hand inside the top of her pants, finding some lace of her French knickers directly under that. Dexterous finger movements had my whole hand inside her lace within seconds, as I pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her even more passionately. My fingers trailed down through the slim line of pubic hairs she kept on when shaving her sweet pussy, past the hair to the top of her slit. It was soft and parted immediately under my pressing fingers. Marie's kisses went wild, as I slowly inserted my index finger over the top of her clit. Her clit was rock hard and soaked in lovely musky sweet pussy juice. I pressed on to her vagina opening, she was so hot there and totally soaked, pussy lips puffy and soft, little pussy lips tight and pulled in close. My hand brushed over her pubic bone and pubic hair as I slipped my two fingers into her dripping cunt, and she bucked under my touch, opening her legs and pushing down as hard as she could, engulfing my fingers into her cunt.

Marie's whole body started convulsing in little spasms as she felt my fingers in her hole and my hand on her pubis. Her juices flowed freely down my fingers and pooled in the cup of my hand, as I ran my fingers firmly over her rock hard g-spot, and up to the FE spot (Female Ejaculation Spot), that is so easy to trigger on this magnificent woman. Her fe spot was roping or forming hard cords under the skin, a sure sign she was ready to ejaculate. All of this had taken less than 40 seconds so far. She spread her legs a little allowing me even more access to her lovely cunt, and I pushed harder into her, pressing her inside and out trying for that elusive orgasm. After kissing and touching like that for about a minute I was also almost cuming in my pants, cock was rock hard and had managed to travel in my boxer shorts so it was pointing up, almost out of the top of my jeans. Marie felt my bulge with her hand and her knees almost buckled under her. She was rhythmically humping my hand in her pussy and kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

We broke from the kiss and I walked into her office, a little more private for us, and we began to kiss again. I brought my wet fingers to our lips and we kissed and sucked her cunt juices from my fingers, while our tongues entwined. I once again pressed my now clean fingers back down the top of her pants into her French lace knickers and down to her now drenched and dripping wet pussy, easily finding the hole and roughly shoved 2 fat fingers into her. She was so wet there was no resistance, and Marie bucked her pussy onto my hand , gasping short breaths and her whole body racking in short juddery spasms. She brased her legs apart and pushed down on my fingers sending them deep into her rampant hole, I pulled up hard putting enormous pressure on her g-spot, and slipped deeper into her FE spot. The kiss was so hot I was leaking clear fluid from the end of my cock, and I could feel it dripping down my thigh inside my boxer shorts.

Marie broke from the kiss and said "I will have to lie down, I cant cum standing up" I agreed immediately and she led me into her bedroom. I saw her glance to make sure her son was still happily watching tv in his room. In her room Marie immediately took her track pants off showing her lovely shapely legs and her fantastic shaped slim ass in purple and black lace. I threw a few towels on the bed, from experience knowing that this was going to be messy. 

We lay on the bed , Marie on the towels and me next to her, I rolled and kissed her, she immediately responded, kissing me back and pressing her whole body to me. I slipped my hand inside her knickers finding them totally soaked and found her hole instantly. I shoved the three biggest fingers of my right hand inside her as deep as I could and felt her FE spot hard and formed. As soon as I touch her FE she sprayed a burning hot jet of pure lust driven FE into my hand, I pushed up into her and pulled my finger tips back over her FE spot eliciting another hard jet of spray, she whispered "kiss me" and so I kissed her and milked her of FE with my fingers feeling her whole body racked in orgasm. She kept pushing up into my hand and humping me with as much strength as she could muster. After about 3 minutes of FE orgasm she started to subside, and fearing boys and pet dogs interrupting us we got up from the bed. Maries knickers were soaked through from cunt juice and FE juice, the smell of the room was all pervading of sex, pussy and woman. She looked so relaxed and happy hair all messed, and a wonderful sparkle in her eyes.

We walked out into the lounge and found our wines again. I was still rock hard and she kept running her fingers over it saying "I want your cock". My hands were wet and covered with two distinct fluids, one white and sticky the other clear and slippery. I gently licked some of each savoring her flavors on my hand , and alternating a with little sips of wine. Marie saw what I was upto and said, " I want some of that, mmmm yum its me" and she licked her cunt juice and FE juice from my fingers and gently kissed me with her soft lips covered in the fruits of our lovemaking.

Hope you enjoy baby xxxx



Make-up Sex



It had happened again. A simple conversation that turned into a dumb argument and we had "broken" up. There was name calling, threats and the hang ups followed by me calling her back and finally both of us saying that it was over and it was fine by the both of us. It was ridiculous and not long after hanging up the phone that empty feeling gnawed its way into my gut. I loved the hell outta her but I couldn't understand why she couldn't see that. I knew that after a few days to a week would pass and she'd pop up allowing her presence to be known. I'd either get a phone call or just a random email, and she would say that she still loved me or that she missed me. And I'd open up and let her back in my heart. I couldn't shake her. Pick your cliche, "like a moth to a flame," "she's a drug and I'm addicted," whatever. All I know is how she makes me feel. No one and I mean no one has ever fit so perfectly in my arms. I honestly love just sitting and watching her, and could stare into her eyes for eternity. When she giggles or smiles its like a ray of sunshine that penetrates right through my chest and straight to my heart.

So there I sat, my closed cell phone growing colder in my hands.

I felt helpless. She wouldn't answer her phone again and there was no sense in emailing her because she wouldn't have responded anyway. My car had broken down months ago and not having the money to fix it left me riding the train. And the damn train didn't run this late, so I couldn't just go up and drop in. I was screwed. There was nothing else I could do tonight.

I got up from my computer and shut off the lights. Made my way upstairs took off my clothes and climbed into bed. I shut my eyes and tried to fall asleep replaying the argument over and over again.

Tap, tap, tap.

A strange noise. My eyes popped open and I rolled over and sat up in bed. My eyes began to focus and I looked at my alarm clock, 3am! Tap, tap, tap. What the hell was it? A fucking pigeon tapping at my window? No. Could somebody be knocking at my door? I climbed out from under my sheets and stumbled to the window. Cautiously I pulled back the curtain and looked down to my front door. I small slender figure was standing at the bottom of my front steps. The person was wearing a dark hoodie and glanced down the street. Could it be Charlie? The figure slowly turned and started to walk away...I turned and ran down the hall and flew down the stairs. I hit the bottom of the steps and couldn't stop; my momentum carried me into my front door. I fumbled with the lock and pulled the door open and stuck my head and shoulders through the doorway and yelled, "Hey!" at the receding figure.

They stopped. I could see them turn to look at me. They just stood there looking in my direction, the street lights and the hoodie hid their face. I still had no idea who it was. The figure shifted their weight from one leg to the other and they cocked their head to one side like a quizzical dog. What was this person doing?

I just stood there naked except for a pair of boxers, we continued to stare at each other for a minute or two longer. As if they had made up its mind the dark figure started walking towards me. That's when I knew it was Charlie, she had that walk, it was a mix of a sexy runway model walk with the proper charm school thing and she just seemed to float.

She walked with her head down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. She slowly lifted her head and the street light finally shone on her face. Her eyes were slightly puffy and she had a sad look about her. She stared at me with her puppy dog eyes, "Hi," she said in her little girl voice.

"Hi." We stood for another moment just looking at each other.

"Can, I come in?"

I wanted to ask what she was doing there. But I knew if I did she would say something about her trying and would leave. I couldn't just let her walk away...

"Sure, come on in." I stood back holding the door open and let her slip past me.

The house was dark and she stood in the hall, the hoodie made her face almost impossible to see. I stood in front of her and placed my hands on her arms. She fell into me sliding her arms around my waist and resting her head against my chest.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too."

We held each other for a minute both afraid to say anything more, both not knowing what to say.

She tilted her head up and brought her mouth to mine. Our lips brushed softly. We both withdrew and I looked into her eyes before closing my own and pulling her close. Our lips found each other again, only with more force this time. Her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue moistened my dry lips. My chest hurt and I realized I had been holding my breath and forced myself to breath. I opened my mouth and let my own tongue free to tangle with hers. Our tongues wrestled and I took her lower lip between my teeth and tugged gently. My left hand in the small of her back held her tightly to me while my right hand gripped her left breast through the thick fabric of her hoodie. She let out a small muffled moan through our busy mouths.

She began to explore me as well. I could feel one of her hands rubbing my back while the other was becoming entangled in my chest hair. Our kissing grew rougher and I found her tongue in my mouth and sucked at it while running my left hand down her back to grab her ass. Her hand had found its way into my boxers and was coaxing my already erect cock even harder. She was the first to break our kiss. We were both breathing heavily and looking at each other then she dropped to her knees. Yanking my shorts down she attacked my dick. With her lips she snatched it by the head and rammed her face towards my groin. She grabbed the shaft and pulled me out of her mouth kissing the head and swirling her tongue around the swollen helmet. The drying saliva gave me a cooling sensation which soon gave way to her warm moist mouth. It was still dark and I couldn't see what she was doing but I could feel it.

Warm softness would engulf me and I could feel her tongue on the underside of my shaft. She would extract me and run her mouth along entire length on the side of my cock before I could feel the snuggness of her mouth. With me trapped in her mouth she would wiggle her tongue and send incredible sensations through my body, which made my knees want to buckle. She quickened her pace allowing me to pass quickly and easily between her submissive lips. With one hand pumping the base of my rigid erection and the other on my ass pulling me to her she was making loud slurping sounds. Then to my amazement she released my cock and grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me completely into her mouth until her nose was pressing against my pelvic bone. I looked down, but it was too dark for me to be able to make out the beautiful sight that was going on below my waist. The constriction she was putting on my engorged cock was almost too much to bare and I could have cum easily had she not released me when she did.

She was gasping for air when I pulled her up roughly by her hair and crushed my mouth against hers. Her lips felt hot and were wet with saliva. I grabbed the bottom of her hoodie and yanked it up, she pulled her arms down freeing herself. I pulled her close and lifted her slightly so that we were face to breast. I sought out and found one of her gloriously pierced nipples and sucked it fiercely. With my left arm I supported her weight and with my right arm I massaged her free breast. I pinched and rolled her other nipple squeezing hard and causing her to moan loudly.

Releasing her tit I soon found her mouth pressing against my lips. I squatted slowly and laid her on the carpet where we continued our assault on each other's mouths. My hands went from fondling her breasts to unbuttoning her jeans. Once I had them unbuttoned I unzipped them and began kissing my way down her chin to her slender throat. My tongue teased its way down to her collar bone and I kissed and tenderly bit her. Adjusting myself I again suckled her tits giving them equal attention. Rolling the stainless steal hoops embedded in her nipples around in my mouth while squeezing her tit flesh as if I was trying to pop two water balloons. She arched her back moaning loudly and my mouth trailed further south giving her navel a wide birth I then came upon her hips bones. I gave them the same treatment I did her collar bone biting and kissing them both while I worked her jeans down past the perfect roundness of her ass. She was wearing no underwear and even in the dim light that shone on her pelvis I could see that she was cleanly shaven.

She raised her hips and I slid her jeans past her thighs and pulled them clear of her feet throwing them behind me. I took her legs and forced them up and back toward her chest. Her exposed pussy opened wide, her wet snatch glistened and I sunk my face between her luscious thighs. Her scent was intoxicating and the sticky strands that had begun to collect on her folds tasted salty against my tongue. I lapped at her and sucked her juices driving my nose against her clit as I devoured her pussy. I shoved my tongue as deep as I could into her recesses and she arched and groaned as I tried harder to go deeper. I quickly located her clit with my mouth and began flicking at it with my tongue. She moaned and started telling me to eat her. I forcefully shoved two fingers into her cunt while I bit down on her clit causing her to buck against my face. I began to thrust my fingers in and out of her while toying with her abused clit. Soon she was screaming that she was about to cum. This only spurred me on as I continued licking, sucking and finger fucking her. Her body began to convulse and she was now yelling.

Quickly I repositioned myself and drove my throbbing hard-on between her swollen lips, pinning her legs against her chest. Supporting my weight on my left arm I reached up and shoved my fingers into her mouth. She stopped yelling and began sucking greedily at them cleaning her cunt juice from my digits. I began hammering away, my balls bouncing off of her ass crack. Tiring of her mouth I slid my hand to her neck and wrapped my fingers around her throat squeezing firmly. Her breathing became hoarse but she kept moaning and talking dirty.

Slamming in and out of her inviting pussy I noticed we had slid across the floor and were now at the base of the stairs. I let go of her throat and with a loud slurping sound pulled my cock out of her. I grabbed her hips and rolled her over positioning her perfect ass in front of my waist. Not being able to control myself I once again dove between her cheeks and sucked at her now used pussy. I savored the taste of our fucking as I pulled her cheeks apart. The harder I drove my mouth against her the more my nose pushed against her puckered little asshole. Wanting to tongue her ass I pulled her cheeks farther apart and began to probe her anus. Her sphincter clamped and loosened around my tongue as it explored her back door. She was moaning again and begging for more. I slapped her ass hard. That must have shocked her as she became quite suddenly. Sitting up a grasped my cock and once again drove it straight into her depths.

"OH FUCK!" She cried out. Gripping her hips I pulled her to me as I thrust towards her literally ramming into her. Savagely I pistoned back and forth abusing her pussy. It slurped and spat as I pushed into and withdrew from her. I could feel perspiration rolling down my back and I was breathing hoarsely myself now. I began to spank her again with regularity calling her a filthy whore and a dirty little slut; to which she agreed and in turn asked if she was indeed a good little slut and whore. I only stopped when my hand began to sting.

Pausing to catch my breath I could feel her trembling. Her buttocks radiated heat as I ran my hands over them. Having not yet finished I ripped her cheeks apart once again and spat on her rectum.

"Oh god baby..." She breathed.

Forcing the head of my saliva coated cock into her tight orifice felt wonderful. A completely different sensation then fucking her pussy. Usually I would go slow but tonight was different from any other night. Instead I began raping her ass. In one swift movement I crammed my full length deep into her bowels while she howled. Whether it was from pleasure or pain I couldn't tell nor did I care. Once fully in I began to pull out being careful not to pull out completely, not knowing if she'd allow me access again. Sinking back in I quickened the pace to that of the one I'd use when fucking her pussy. I was now drilling her ass with such ferocity that she had been reduced to whimpering into the berber carpeting. Bending over her I could feel the sweat that had accumulated on her back against my chest. Reaching around I began to finger her pussy all the while fucking her ass. With my other hand I reached up and began kneading her tits again. All at once I knew I was going to come.

Whispering harshly into her ear I asked her if she wanted my cum in her ass. Her only response was a weak, "uh huh." So I plunged deep inside of her as my cock erupted squirting inside its tight confinement. Her body trembled and shook and I kissed her neck and squeezed her close to me. My dick having emptied itself was starting to go limp. I stood up and helped Charlie to her feet. Once again we held each other, kissing each other tenderly.

"Want to go to bed?" I asked.

"Uh huh."

I took her by the hand and lead her upstairs to my bedroom. Pulling back the sheets I let her lay down before climbing in beside her pulling the sheets up around us. She rolled over on to her side and I slid up behind her draping one arm over her. We said our goodnights, I kissed her shoulder and we fell asleep in silence. 



Make Up Sex



This story is completely fictional. It is nothing more than a fantasy of mine. Thanks for reading! Feel free to leave comments at the bottom!!!



In the bedroom she shared with Niko, the lifeless husk that was Roxi Taylor curled into a ball. They had gotten into another fight. Screaming pointless obscenities at each other. Slamming doors, making empty threats. Somehow, the subject of them breaking up usually got brought up at least once. Both of them knew, though, that they couldn't manage to be apart. They were perfect for each other. Sometimes, they even joked and said they had to have been made for each other. Then again, sometimes, it seemed true.

Until those times that hurt feelings lead to high running emotions. Which always caused a fight, ending up as them hating each other in separate rooms. It was always when Roxi tried to explain how Niko refused to listen to her. Those times, he would tunnel vision on everything OTHER THAN her actual point. Then he blamed her as the bad guy. A lot of times, she began to doubt herself, especially when it made the voices louder. When they mocked her efforts. Most of the time, she made herself feel bad enough and she just wanted him to stop being mad. Those times, she just wanted his love again.

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The door slammed open and Niko stormed in and stripped. He ignored the looks he was getting from his girlfriend and climbed onto the bed next to her. Without words, he climbed onto the bed in his boxers and started undressing her, adjusting her as needed. Roxi got mad.

"Take. Your. Hands. Off. Me." she said through gritted teeth, fists clenched. She jumped off the bed and stood next to it, glaring at him. He ignored her anger and pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms. His hands wandered, putting pressure on sensitive spots all the way down her spine. Soon, she began to tingle all over, becoming jelly in his hands.

"I'm still mad at you..." she grumbled, trying to hold onto her anger in spite of the pleasure. It wasn't working. He bit and kissed her neck, squeezed her ass, and grabbed her hair. His grip gave him the control to yank her head back and go for her throat.

His teeth on her neck drove her wild. She was still angry, but more turned on. He stripped her naked with her reluctant assistance and turned her around. She faced the wall, hands bracing herself in front of her, while his restless fingers explored her. The first finger inside her ass made her gasp, thinking he was going for her dripping pussy. The second finger in her ass made her moan slowly. When he started finger fucking her, she arched her back and turned her head as far as it would go so she could kiss him. Shock wave after wave of forbidden pleasure rolled over her. While their tongues battled inside his mouth, his fingers relentlessly fucked her tiny asshole.

"I'm about to come," she panted, hoping he would understand her meaning. He did. He stopped and pulled his fingers out of her ass, moving to the bed. While she went and grabbed their favorite toy, he stroked his cock, knowing what comes next.

Roxi walked back to him with her strap-on secured in place. Stepping behind him, she wrapped her arms around him and ran her nails down his stomach. She grinned wickedly and took his shaft out of his hands, massaging it slowly for him. She kissed his neck and bit, hard enough for him to moan. He was in the perfect position. She put her other hand on his back and pushed, bending him over just a bit more. That was better.

Without hesitation, she lined up her fake dick with his hole and pushed. It didn't take much before it popped right in and she started. She didn't even wait for him to ask for it. She pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in until her thighs were resting on his ass. Niko moaned and shivered. He reached back for her and spread his cheeks like always.

"Good boy," she cooed, running a fingernail down his spine. She pulled out and fucked him gently so she could watch her cock slide in and out of his ass. She pulled out completely and bent down to lick it, sticking her tongue in it. Despite all the toys that she had used to fuck his ass, it remained as tight as always. She loved his feminine little ass. She loved more the way he whimpered when she said slid her fingers inside him. The way he begged for her to dominate him in every way. He did these things now while she tongue fucked him. He begged for her fake cock in his ass again. She gave him a finger instead, sliding it to the knuckle and wiggling it.

"Please mistress..." he whimpered, "please just fuck me..."

"As you wish," Roxi's replied, standing and thrusting the strap-on into his ass as far as it could go. He pushed himself back onto it and held her there, shaking. When he was ready, he let go, and braced himself on the bed.

Roxi pulled out and slammed into him, over and over. She reached down and grabbed his rock hard cock, stroking it gently while ramming him in the ass. He started to throb and she pounded him harder. Every time her legs slapped his ass cheeks, he whimpered. He pushed back into her, fucking her fake dick as hard as she was fucking him. Her hand sped up to match her hips. He felt himself getting close. His dick started to twitch in her hand. His legs turned to jello.

"May...I...cum...Mistress?" Niko panted the question in between thrusts. Instead of responding, Roxi pulled out and made him lay on his back. She removed the harness and shoved the now freed dildo back in his ass.

Niko jumped and moaned with pleasure. His cock jumped to attention at the stimulation. Roxi smiled and straddled him, lining him up where she wanted him. Once she was ready, she sat down.

Niko's cock slid into her ass while she fucked his with the dildo. He twitched underneath her, bucking his hips. His involuntary twitching started her bouncing on his lap, her tight ass muscles milking his dick. He couldn't hold it anymore, when he felt her muscles contract, he let loose.

They fucked like rabbits. He impaled her asshole while the dildo in his own ass sent him into uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. They came together, her leaving a puddle of liquid on his stomach. 

Definitely not angry anymore, they curled up on their bed and passed out together.



Make You Bleed



You were gone for two weeks on a business trip, so as soon as you walked into our New York City loft, I was rushing towards you. You were wearing a light blue dress shirt and navy dress pants, as you usually did on flights. I had been waiting all day-hair and makeup perfect, with a short black skirt and tight green sweater, my hair looked more red.

Ripping your shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, I kiss you hard, standing on tip toe. Biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, I lick and suck at it, pushing my tongue deep into your mouth.

You respond in kind, shoving your hands into my hair, and yanking my head backwards, you assault my mouth. Lips and teeth bruising my lips, tongue plunging in and out, mimicking fucking me. Growls rumble low in your throat, and I put my hand on the back of your head, responding harshly to your attack on my mouth, sucking your tongue hard, releasing it, and kissing you harder, biting your lower lip even harder, feeling my teeth puncture skin, licking the blood up.

My hands trail down your neck, shoulders, chest.....nails scratching a little, leaving little red lines, but not breaking skin. Trailing my nails back up, I pinch your nipples between my fore and middle fingers' nails, pressing hard, nearly drawing blood.

You hiss in pain, but don't move away or swipe away my hands. I see your hard cock twitching in your pants. Using my nails, I pinch harder, seeing blood seep over my black-painted nails. You groan, and a wet spot is on your fly, pre-cum leaking straight through.

Removing my nails, I replace my right hand with my mouth, sucking hard on your nipple, tasting blood on my tongue. Gently latching my teeth onto your hard nub, I flicker my tongue over it. Your hands are pressing my head into your chest, so I bite down harder. I hear you moaning my name over and over.

I feel the dampness between my thighs. I love having power over you, since you generally have the power over me. The sound of your voice, the smell of you, and the taste of blood is making me so turned on, my clit is already throbbing.

Moving to your other nipple, I repeat my previous ministrations. But I don't do it slowly, as soon as my teeth were above and below your nipple, I bite down hard. You bellow my name, then moan loudly, clutching my head to your chest. I flick my tongue over the tip of your nipple, biting until I feel skin break, sucking the blood as I suck your nipple. Your moans are full of need, and I groan against your chest, so turned on by your reactions.

I hoist the front of my skirt up and slide the thong I'm wearing to the side, pushing a finger into my pussy, feeling how tight and wet I am. I've already creamed a lot. Taking my finger out of my pussy, I put it to your lips. Your eyes are wide as you take my finger, and I fuck your mouth with it, letting you feel a little of what I feel when your cock is in my mouth.

You're moaning, sucking on my finger, as I lick and nip at your neck and shoulders. I pull my finger from your lips and kiss you, tasting myself in your mouth as I push my tongue inside.

When I pull away, you whisper my name urgently, the whisper turning into a groan. I smile, looking down at the huge cock poking straight up in your pants, wetness from your pre-cum spreading across the crotch of your pants. I push you over to the cool window facing the city, forcing you to face outwards. 

I reach around and undo your belt and pants, pulling them down briskly, making you step out of them and kick them away. I push your hips against the cool glass, your hard cock flickering against it, unsure whether it felt good or bad. Your cock stayed hard, so I presumed it enjoyed it.

I slide my hands up and down your back, down to your ass, then back up. I replace my hands with the pads of my fingers, then finally with my nails, scratching softly at first, then hard enough to draw blood.

You hiss in pleasure, shivering, then groaning loudly when I scratch my nails over your ass cheeks. I smile, feeling my clit throb again. I kneel to repeat the procedure on your ass cheeks, pressing my nails in harder and harder, drawing blood as you moan my name against the window.

Grasping your hips, I turn you around. My hands are on your rigid cock, stroking lightly, then harder. I scrape a fingernail over the head of your cock and you jump, then moan. Taking that as a good sign, I trail my nail from base to head, along the top of your cock. Your head is thrown back against the window, and you're moaning my name. My pussy pulses a little, catching me off guard.

Pausing for a minute to catch my breath, you look down at me. "Please don't stop, make my cock bloody, please baby," you moan.

Happy to oblige, I scrape my nail from the head, under your cock, to the base, then around your balls. Your hands are balled up in fists, held tight against your thighs.

I continue the journey back, pressing harder, drawing a little blood along your cock. You groan my name through gritted teeth. My hands surround your cock, fingers poised so my nails will scrape each side of your hardness. Placing my nails against your cock, I feel you shiver, your cock twitching, swelling. I swipe down with both hands at the same time, quickly, digging nails in just enough to leave red lines. You shove your hips out, your cock twitching and jumping in pleasure as you moan my name over and over.

"Gods, baby, you're so fucking hot," I tell you, placing my nails back at the base of your cock again. "Harder?" I ask, looking up at you. Your eyes find mine, and you nod. "If you want me to stop, say 'red', okay?" I tell you. 

"Yes, red," You gasp, knowing you need to say the safe word back to me. "Please," you beg me.

Then my nails are scraping down your cock, pressing in hard enough to cause small trails of blood to follow. Seeping out of the lines on your cock, the blood looks wonderful against the purple of your engorged cock. I lean down and lick all over, tasting the wonderful coppery taste of blood mixed with your musky-male scent, and the salty taste of your pre-cum. I hum appreciation for the delicious taste and smell of you, and you groan, jerking in my mouth. 

The lines are still bleeding, and I suck hard for more of your delicious blood. You hands are on the back of my head, and you are fucking my mouth, moaning loudly. I let you, my hand dropping down between my legs to finger myself as you pleasure yourself between my lips.

Time for you to stop, and I pull away, taking your hands and pressing them to the glass you are leaning against. I position my hands again, and look up at you. You moan and nod, and I scrape my nails down you harder. You yell loudly, in pleasure and pain. Now your cock is fully bloodied, and you're moaning in pleasure. I smile, and take it in my mouth. The taste is amazing.

I pull back. "You're going to cum in my mouth now." I tell you, and you simply nod.

My mouth is on your cock, head moving back and forth, taking you as deep into my throat as possible. Tongue swirling over the head, then down the shaft as I take you from the tip of your cock almost to the base. You're moaning in pleasure, gasping in pain that brings you pleasure. I feel your cock start to throb, and then you're spurting your cum deep into my throat, almost choking me. I swallow quickly, tasting the mix of blood and hot cum, feeling more turned on than ever. I lick you slowly, cleaning up the blood and cum, standing to kiss your mouth, passing some of the blood mixed cum into your mouth.

You moan as you swallow it, then kiss me deeply. I grasp your shoulders and push you to the floor in front of me.....



Make You Feel Better



The sun streamed through the tall, thick panes of glass to fall on half a dozen canvases in varying stages of completion. The angle of the late afternoon light set a diffuse golden tone in the high-ceilinged room that made the paint colors deeper and more intense. Chase glanced at her delicate watch, and then gave a final word of instruction to the young man standing before her.

"All right class, that will be it for the day. Good work everyone. Remember, the studio will be open for after-hours work on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays beginning next week and running until the start of the exhibition."

It was mid-fall in New Hampshire, a beautiful time of year when the trees were just starting to reach peak foliage color. Chase taught most of the advanced fine arts courses at the small, exclusive college nestled in the White Mountains. She was young for a professor, only 29, but had already achieved a measure of success in a few small galleries, and had recently been invited to join the faculty after receiving an advanced degree from a renowned school in Paris.

She glanced up at the row of offices lining the south wall of the room at the second story. Actually they were more like finely appointed cubicles, since there were no walls between them - nor even anything separating them from the painting studio. Of course, in the spirit of historic preservation, the buildings were not to be modified from their original configuration, so it was not really a surprise that some overflow administration functions had been squeezed in this way. Chase hadn't had the opportunity yet in her six weeks with the school to make her way up and see exactly what the offices were used for.

Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the edge of the loft. Chase felt her chest tighten with excitement. It was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5'4", she had a petite frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Chase felt her thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up.

"I'm Jaimee," she introduced herself simply once Chase found the stairway up. She held out a delicate hand with a perfect French manicure. Chase was surprised by the strength of her grasp as they shook hands.

"Chase," she reciprocated. "I teach the upper-level fine arts courses here."

"I know," Jaimee smiled with a row of beautifully white teeth. "I watch you a lot."

Chase tried to mask her expression, but Jaimee saw through the attempt and blushed, realizing that her wording sounded a bit strange.

"I mean I watch your class a lot, and look at the paintings. When the Dean decided to open this row of offices over here, I jumped at the chance to get one of them. I just love art," she explained.

Chase was more used to being the leader in a conversation, but Jaimee had definitely taken her by surprise. She flipped her own long, straight blonde hair back from her face and flashed Jaimee a warm smile. "So what is it that you do here?" she asked. "I've been meaning to come take a look up here, but I'm always too busy."

"I work in alumni relations," Jaimee said, then gave Chase a short description of what that entailed. "Mostly, my day is spent on the phone or talking with people," she concluded.

"I've only seen you in passing a couple of times before today," Chase noted.

Jaimee nodded. "I host a number of events as part of the job, so I'm often out of the office or traveling."

"That must be tough on your husband, if you're married," Chase ventured. She was digging for information, not having noticed a wedding band. Something about Jaimee excited her very deeply, but she guessed it was too much to hope for that this stunning woman would be bisexual or a lesbian.

"No, I'm not married," Jaimee said wistfully.

"Boyfriend?"

A sour expression crossed Jaimee's face. "If you can call him that, I guess." It was obvious that it was a sore subject, so Chase left it alone. Instead, she broached a new topic.

"Say, those are great glasses!"

Jaimee smiled gratefully, both for the compliment and for being off the hook about the boyfriend subject. After a few more minutes of talking, she suggested that they get a bite to eat in town.

**********

Later that night, after a few glasses of wine, platefuls of pasta, and copious amounts of giggling, Chase was lying in her bed. Or perhaps floating upon her sheets would have been more accurate. She was positively smitten. They had gotten along amazingly, soon talking like lifelong friends. The tingling in her cunt was still present, and growing more intense by the second as she reflected upon the evening. Soon Chase could feel a thin trickle of her honeyed juices slipping out of her gash to soak the hem of the nightgown she wore.

Chase was not the prototypical lesbian - not by a long shot. Slender and busty, with fashionable long hair and an affinity for makeup, she would never have been called a "dyke" by anyone. But she hadn't been with a man since her first year of college, and didn't have any desire to have one again in the future. Her interests and passions lay with the softer sex, and if there was one thing that she enjoyed more than anything else, it was parting the vaginal lips of another woman to kiss her in that most intimate of ways. Her already moist twat grew positively runny as she considered what Jaimee's pussy must taste and smell like.

Being gay in a small New England town did not leave much opportunity for romance, unfortunately, and Chase hadn't been with a woman in several months - since before leaving France, in fact. Fortunately, she was not opposed to vaginal penetration as some lesbians are, and in fact loved her small collection of dildos and vibrators. One of the few benefits of living alone, she thought to herself, is that she didn't have to hide away her toys from prying eyes. In fact, for convenience, she kept her favorites underneath the second set of pillows on the bed. She reached for them now.

Chase withdrew a slim, curved tip plastic vibrator and a thick cyberskin dong from her hiding spot. Turning the vibrator on to a low speed, she mashed it against her clit and let her mind wander. Inevitably, visions of a naked, writhing Jaimee filled her mind. Chase felt her body heat up as she envisioned their bodies intertwined in lust. She slowly increased the speed of the vibrations to match her arousal, but did not use the dildo yet. She usually preferred to climax at least once before pressing the thick dong inside of herself.

That climax did not take long to achieve. Simply imagining kissing Jaimee's soft red lips and tasting her sweet tongue was enough to bring Chase to a nice orgasm. She continued to turn up the vibrations without stopping, and then started pressing the dildo against her oozing gash. She didn't try to fuck herself right away; instead she applied consistent pressure on the base of the dildo, letting it slowly sink into her as her pussy stretched to accommodate its girth. After a few minutes and some rocking of her hips, the toy was completely buried to its thick latex balls in her hungry cunt.

That was the signal for her to let loose, and she did. With long, steady strokes, she began working the cyberskin cock inside of herself, alternately withdrawing it to the thick head and then plunging it back into her steamy depths. All the while, she kept the vibrator, now on its highest speed setting, firmly pressed against her clit. The powerful sensations drove her wild and she came twice more as she tried to envision her fingers buried in Jaimee's clenching pussy.

**********

Over the course of the next couple weeks, Chase and Jaimee saw each other occasionally. As she had described, Jaimee was often out of the office, and as a professor Chase spent as much time out of the classroom as in it. However, when their schedules coincided, they found themselves drawn together. They rapidly became close friends and arranged to have lunch together whenever possible.

Chase learned gradually that Jaimee's boyfriend of the past year, Mitch, left a lot to be desired. It wasn't that he was abusive, or anything so dramatic, but over time she began to recognize a pattern of neglect and apathy that was shocking to her. It was hard for her to imagine that anyone, male or female, could look at her petite blonde friend without being consumed by her. It wasn't that Jaimee was abjectly sexual. She simply exuded an aura of femininity, well put together yet delicate, that mated to her beautiful face and slender body to create a sensual desirability. Their lunches inevitably left Chase heated and masturbating both in the women's room during the day, and in her bedroom at night.

But as exciting as this time was, it was also immensely frustrating for Chase. As their friendship deepened, it became more difficult than ever to hold back the passion she felt. And there were no signs that the feelings were reciprocated. Chase found herself staring constantly at Jaimee's firm 32B breasts, especially on those days when Jaimee wore a tight sweater or let some cleavage show via a loose blouse. There were at least a couple of times that she really felt like she had been "caught", but Jaimee never said anything about it.

One Friday evening they went to dinner at a neighborhood Spanish restaurant and rapidly put away a pitcher of sangria. Chase had noticed that Jaimee was dressed a little sexier than normal, and wearing a touch more makeup. As they chatted and nibbled on appetizers, giggling frequently from the intoxicating effects of the fruity liquor, Chase couldn't keep herself from making a comment.

"Jaimee, you look great tonight," she said lightly. "What's the occasion?"

Jaimee scrunched up her face in irritation and waved the waiter over for a fresh carafe of sangria. When her glass had been refilled, she finally responded.

"I was supposed to see my boyfriend tonight, the asshole. But right before I ran into you he called and cancelled - said there was a game on that he was going to watch with his buddies. He pulls this shit all the fucking time!"

Chase was shocked by the sudden outburst, which was followed almost instantly by giddy laughter as Jaimee realized she had stunned her friend. She had not previously sworn once, much less three times in a single sentence, in front of Chase.

Chase struggled to find something to say. From what she had come to believe, this was vintage Mitch, and she felt that the guy was a real jerk who didn't deserve his fabulous girlfriend. But then she was also biased with a hidden agenda, so how much could she really attack the guy without looking like a jerk herself?

Luckily Jaimee solved the problem for her by calling for the check. She flirted with the waiter for a few moments until she had convinced him to pour the rest of their pitcher of sangria into a couple large to-go cups. "Let's get out of here," Jaimee said, taking Chase's arm.

"Where do you want to go?" Chase asked. Not that it really mattered, since she would have gone just about anywhere in order to spend more time with the object of her desires.

"Isn't your place just around the corner?" Jaimee asked gaily. "We can play cards or something."

That settled, the two blondes left the restaurant arm in arm and headed out along the moderately trafficked Main Street. Chase had rented a medium-sized apartment right in town when she had arrived at the college earlier that fall. It was convenient to shopping, dining, and the small four-screen cinema downtown. This evening she was very glad to have chosen such a convenient location. Jaimee surprised her once again as they passed the corner store by her apartment though.

"Hang on for a second - I want to get some cigarettes," she said and dashed inside.

She returned in a minute with a pack of Marlboro Lights 100's and matches. Stripping the wrapping from the box, she pulled out an all-white cigarette and put it between her lips, then lit it with a match. Chase was amazed and it showed on her face.

"I didn't know you smoked," she said incredulously.

Jaimee grinned and exhaled a stream of smoke. "I only do it when I've been drinking and in certain moods," she admitted. She took another deep drag and pulled Chase along before any further questions could be asked.

*********

Upon arriving in the apartment, Jaimee cooed with delight at the canvases that covered the walls. Most were unframed and had a raw, powerful energy to them. She examined each closely, not realizing that Chase was standing right behind her until she backed up into her. Chase felt her cunt lurch when Jaimee's back pressed against her breasts. Jaimee stepped only slightly forward and looked over her shoulder into Chase's eyes. "Did you do all of these?" she asked breathlessly.

"Most of them," Chase nodded. "You like?"

Jaimee's eyes were glowing. "They're incredible. You're a wonderful artist!" They talked about the paintings for a few minutes, and then Jaimee asked where the bathroom was.

"Down that hallway, across from my bedroom," Chase pointed. She headed into the kitchen to get real glasses for the sangria while Jaimee went to the restroom. A couple of minutes later a surprised burst of laughter startled her. Jaimee was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking through her open bedroom door.

"I see why you don't need a boyfriend," she teased nervously, reaching into her purse and taking out another cigarette.

Chase was aghast, and felt the blood drain from her face as her angelic friend mirthfully lit up. Dreading what she knew she would find, she walked to the doorway and looked in - and there it was, her biggest dildo sitting atop the second set of pillows. She hadn't been expecting company and hadn't bothered to hide it after an interlude the night before.

Suddenly Jaimee realized how stricken and embarrassed her friend was. "Hey, don't worry about it," she said touching Chase's shoulder. "Hell, I wish I were so lucky to have toys like that. Mitch won't let me."

Something snapped in Chase at that moment. She no longer cared about the risks of rejection. She was so desperately attracted to Jaimee that nothing was going to be able to stop her from acting.

"Well, that's one reason I don't have boyfriends," Chase said softly. She sidled closer as Jaimee took a long puff from her cigarette. "And to be blunt, your boyfriend sounds like he doesn't deserve you. You should be treated better."

A pink flush began traveling up Jaimee's neck and cheeks. She found herself looking intently at Chase's ample 38D breasts advancing towards her. 

"I have to tell you," Chase warned in a husky voice, "Looking at my tits like that is going to cause an intense reaction."

Jaimee looked up, blowing out a stream of smoke. "Umm...you, well...you've looked at my chest...I think...maybe once or twice..."

That was as far as she got before Chase's lips were upon hers, gentle but insistent, probing. A moan escaped unbidden as she opened her smoky mouth and let Chase's tongue penetrate to flick against her own in a wet duel. Jaimee felt Chase's hand slide up to cup one of her breasts and found her body responding, pushing forward to increase the amount of contact.

"Oh God," she whispered. "I've never done this before...been with a woman."

"You wanted it, though," Chase insisted.

Jaimee nodded, kissing Chase again. "I did...I didn't realize it, but that's exactly right...I think I sensed that you..."

Chase hushed her, kissing her firmly and exploring her delicious mouth with an agile pink tongue. "I'm going to show you pleasure in ways your boyfriend couldn't dream of," she promised. She led Jaimee into the bedroom and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Jaimee wore a navy blouse and a cream colored skirt, with flesh colored lace bra and panties. It was a subtle but sexy ensemble that was soon revealed as Chase pulled away the blouse and skirt. She cupped one of Jaimee's pert tits in her hand and lifted it, kissing the smooth flesh to the accompanying moans of her inexperienced friend.

Jaimee was like putty in her hands. She was in sensory overload as her mind tried to process all that was occurring. When Chase hooked two fingers in her panties, she obligingly rocked her hips and lifted her feet to enable the underwear to fall away, revealing a closely trimmed blonde bush. The sight was incredible, exactly as Chase had imagined it. She moved a finger down to tease a droplet of wetness from between the slightly dangling lips, then brought it to her mouth and enjoyed the flavor.

"Mmm," she moaned huskily. "You taste just like I've been hoping you would." Noticing Jaimee starting to bounce a little on her feet, Chase realized that her new blonde lover was a bit impatient. She moved her hand back down between Jaimee's legs and found her to be quite wet. Casually, she rubbed a finger lightly up and down through the moist slit for several seconds as they kissed again. Then she pushed Jaimee toward the bed.

Her voice a little shaky, Jaimee motioned with her half-gone cigarette. "Do you have someplace I could put this out?" she inquired.

"Don't worry about it - it's kind of sexy. You can smoke while I eat," Chase replied, pressing Jaimee onto the sheets of the bed so that she was resting with her legs spread widely. Chase knelt before her nearly naked friend, still fully dressed herself. "Pull the cups off your tits," she commanded softly. Jaimee instantly complied, revealing disproportionately large areolas and nipples the color of pink grapefruit. Chase lowered her face into Jaimee's oozing sex.

This close up, the scent was intoxicating. She paused to simply breathe it in, enjoying the familiarity of aroused female musk, and the subtle differences that made this pussy foreign to all others she had known. She could smell different flavors of it as her face moved slowly closer to the source. Slowly it grew richer and more intense until her lips were resting in the slick crease and her nose was tickling the clit. Jaimee arched, trying to increase the gradually building pressure against her mound.

"Come on Chase, lick me," she begged. She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled hard. "I want to know what it feels like to have a woman do it."

As much as she wanted to wait, make Jaimee beg for it until desperate, Chase couldn't restrain herself. Not after those hard weeks of hiding her feelings. She simply pressed her tongue into the depths of the steaming slit and tasted the sweet honey within. Then in a single long stroke she licked from the base of Jaimee's gash up to her clit. From the head of the bed came a loud moan, muffled by the soft legs pressed against Chase's ears.

For the next few minutes Chase settled into a straightforward routine. She would lick and kiss Jaimee's erect little clit until her body rocked from side to side in vast waves of pleasure. Then she would slip lower, until she felt the folds of the soft vaginal skin spread to engulf her tongue and let the warm cunt-syrup collect in her mouth before swallowing. Soon Jaimee was in complete rapture.

When Chase pulled away for a moment, Jaimee's disappointment was instantly obvious. Chase simply smiled mysteriously and asked for the big dildo on the pillow.

"Oh God," Jaimee whispered as a fresh trickle of wetness escaped from within her. "I need something so badly...but it's so big. It's much bigger than Mitch's cock. In fact, it's bigger than anything I've ever had inside me..." Nevertheless, she grasped the heavy dong in one hand that failed to close around it, and slowly handed it to Chase.

Chase smiled. "Close your eyes baby," she whispered soothingly. "I can make you feel better than he can." It was the opportunity that she had awaited since the moment she first saw Jaimee - a chance to introduce her to the pleasures of the gentler sex, and to show her why someone like Mitch who didn't appreciate her properly did not deserve her.




Make You Feel Better



She wiped the thick black dildo through Jaimee's dripping gash several times until it was well and completely lubricated. Then, once again affixing her mouth to that delicious rosebud clit, she began working it into Jaimee's depths with short, firm strokes. The head slipped in surprisingly easily, since it was actually the thickest part of the dildo. However, at about an inch in, Chase encountered some resistance.

From that point on, every stroke of the dildo was a struggle against the natural tightness of Jaimee's tunnel. With each thrust, a bit more of it disappeared into the blonde thatched pussy as the skin stretched to accommodate the immense girth. Within seconds of starting, Jaimee began riding one gigantic wave of constant climax. She had never been so thoroughly and completely filled in her life, and the experience was incredibly intense for her. Her cries filled the room as she begged Chase not to stop, never to stop...

Finally Chase came up to lie next to the exhausted, lithe blonde whose darkest nether regions she had so skillfully probed. Most of Jaimee's makeup had sweated off from the pleasure she had received, but to Chase she looked incredible beautiful. They kissed gently for several minutes and Chase enjoyed the feeling of Jaimee sucking her own essence from her tongue and lips.

"I want to do you now," Jaimee said. "I don't know what to do, exactly, but I want to try." So saying, she put her hands on Chase's shoulders and pushed her flat onto her back. The position caused Chase's large breasts to strain the buttons of her blouse, and Jaimee used her teeth to sensually release each button from its tension. Soon the shirt fell away of its own accord to reveal a full-cupped black satin bra.

"It's takes quite a bra to hold in boobs like yours, doesn't it?" Jaimee teased her. Fortunately, it was a front clasping bra, which made it quite easy to free the heavy tits from their confinement. Chase's nipples were of average size, but quite dark, and very hard by this point. Jaimee lowered her head to Chase's chest and began gently suckling on one breast almost as if she were nursing. At first Chase found the sensation merely interesting, although erotic since it was her lover's first contact with another woman. But after a few minutes of the steadily growing pressure she found her breath growing short. Meanwhile, Jaimee was firmly pinching and rolling the other nipple with one hand, and squeezing the breast she was sucking with the other hand, as if she were milking it.

The sensation grew in intensity until Chase felt like there was a direct electrical connection running from her breast to her pussy. Jaimee's intense suction felt like she was trying to draw the essence of Chase's sexuality out through just the nipple. Surprisingly it led to a small orgasm. When Jaimee pulled away, the nipple was red, swollen, and throbbing with blood flowing near the skin.

"That was nice," Jaimee commented. She then turned her attention to the other nipple and repeated the process. It came faster this time, and also more powerfully, and within a few minutes another climax rippled through Chase's body.

Jaimee gave Chase a few seconds to recover, then slid downwards - rubbing her much smaller breasts down Chase's legs as she drew off her pants. Gazing upon the shaved twat that glistened before her, Jaimee felt an overwhelming desire course through her. Suddenly she understood instinctively what Chase must have felt between her low legs. She lowered her mouth to the bald cunt and took her first taste of another woman.

It rapidly became five, then twenty, then hundreds of tastes as she let her pink tongue explore the myriad crevices and folds of skin down there with leisurely abandon. For Chase, though, there was nothing leisurely about it. She was shuddering with pleasure at Jaimee's raw talent.

"The dildo..." she gasped, "Give it to me...hard - fast!"

Jaimee felt around the bed without turning her face away. Soon enough she found the thick dong and grasped it. It was still sticky with her own juices. She put the head of it to Chase's cunt and, heeding the frenzied demands, pushed it smoothly up her until the heavy cyberskin balls were bumping Chase's puckered anus.

"Fuck..." Jaimee whispered in shock, amazed at the ease with which the dong had slid home in her new lover. Chase reached down and took dual handfuls of Jaimee's wavy blonde hair, pulling her face tightly into her pussy and climaxing so hard that she squirted small amounts of cunt juices onto Jaimee's lips and cheeks. Her screams were loud enough to echo from the walls and Jaimee was thankful that the windows were closed.

Some time later, as their bodies lay entwined and they snuggled in a romantic afterglow, Chase asked the question that was sitting heavily in her mind. 

"So Jaimee, was this a one-time thing? Or do you think you might be interested in being my girlfriend? And what about Mitch?"

Jaimee smiled. "I think Mitch is history. You definitely made me feel better all right." And she leaned in to kiss the new woman in her life.



Make Your Wife Cuckold You



I have seen certain articles advising women on how to turn your husband into a willing cuckold but not found a decent one which could guide husbands on how to get their wives to cuckold them. The strange part is it's always the men who initiate or want cuckolding and usually not the women, the women may cheat but they don't harbour the fantasy of cuckolding there men (although as they cheat the husband is a cuckold).

Confusing hah... well I only want to say that women don't cheat with the intention of deriving pleasure from making their husbands cuckold, while the men or husbands sometimes want their wives to cheat and they derive pleasure in it. 

I faced similar situation, derived pleasure in secretly fantasising about my wife cheating on me but do not know how to make it a reality. I have overcome it and now I am a very satisfied cuckold with an equally satisfied married life. 

Cuckold is a fetish, a passion for the man who derives his pleasure in knowing that his wife is having a time of her life, sexually, with some other man. Why other man? Why not the husband himself; well this is a million dollar question. Before I answer that question let me tell you about cuckolds in general and remember I am talking about willing cuckold, a person who knows and accepts his wife with other men. 

Most of the cuckolds are men in their 30s or more, living comfortable lifestyles. They are usually alpha males with above-average intelligence, hold high-power executive positions in their work and earn above-average incomes. They have their own way of looking at life. These men are generally soft spoken, well mannered, avoid confrontation but are not cowards. They have responsibilities towards there demanding work, family and expectations from peer to be always on top. They need escape, need to lose control, let someone else take control and be responsible. 

Well this does not make a man cuckold but when it is coupled with a deep love for their partner, when it is coupled with a sense of inferiority in sex department say small penis, erectile dysfunction whether actual or physiological, when it is coupled with a sense of pride in knowing that men are drooling over your women, it sows the seeds of cuckolding.

There is another reason also, men are always attracted to things which are difficult to get. When you first met your wife to be, she was very much unattainable and this fact attracted you towards her and when life gets into a comfortable rut after marriage the strong desire you felt in the beginning subsides. Cuckolding gives you your desire for her, the desire to win her again from the other man in her life.

Further cuckolds are generally submissive in nature so they enjoy the pain, humiliation, shame and inadequacy that come with cuckolding. 

Ok... let's not lose track of the topic of discussion, how to get your wife to cuckold you, but before we get started you should know if you really want this, you really want your wife to fuck someone else, to suck some other guy's cock and then kiss you, with his smell still lingering on her lips. Are you ready to accept other man in your marriage? Are you willing to let him take control of your sex life? 

I guess whenever you fantasise your wife with some other guy you feel excited and you want it to happen... congratulations you are a cuck wannabe... but let me remind you these feeling are not uncommon and are no indication that you want to be a cuckold actually. Many men enjoy these kind of fantasies and once they cum (masturbate or otherwise) they do not think about it till they are horny again. So if you enjoy these kinds of fantasies during sex or masturbation, no problem enjoy it, but if you want it be turned into reality then I would suggest you do the following self tests before you actually do something about it. 

The self test I have in mind are not exhaustive and you can improvise and have your own test; the idea is to find out if you really want it to happen and if you can really handle it if... if it happens. 

First test - Try to imagine your wife with someone else just after your have ejaculated and your cock is limp. See for yourself how much you like the idea now. You can try to do the same in the morning, say breakfast time when your wife is getting ready for the office. Try to picture her with her boss, kissing him, laughing with him, getting intimate with him. Don't just picture the hard cock slipping inside the hot snatch, but imagine the other aspects of sharing her, like she is spending time with him at the cost of ignoring you. Her boss taking her out on a date while you are left to take care of the kids. 

Well this one will give you a good idea of your level of fantasy, if you still want it, good there is another test.

Second test - No more imagining it, get a field test done. You have to choose a candidate, not just some know man but someone whom you despise, could be a bully in the office, a disgusting neighbour. Someone you know is a philanderer, someone who is always interested in trying his luck with wives of other people. Now invite this man to your house or arrange to meet him along with your wife at some party. Give him a chance, leave him alone with your wife and get away for some time. 

How do you feel knowing your wife is with this guy while you are waiting? This man may try something or may not, but when you are away you believe that he may be flirting with your wife. You have given yourself some time limit to wait before you join them again, it could be half hour, an hour or more. See if you are able to wait that long or you barge in sooner. This will give you an idea of what to expect in future and if you are willing to go this path, well then let's get along with understanding the level of cuckolds. 

There could be two types willing and unwilling. Unwilling cuckolds are the ones who are cuckolded by a cheating spouse and when they find out they do not accept it and the marriage ends in a divorce or other bitter consequences. Willing are the ones who accepts it or wants it and many a times leads their wives into it. We are off course dealing with the willing cuckolds only.

I have divided willing cuckolds into four stages as per their willingness. 

The one who feels happy to know that his wife is a sexual object for other men and is happy to find out that his wife fucks others. The cuck is contended in knowing only, he does not want to face his wife's lover and he may listen to his wife narrating her encounter with her lover but would never want her lover to know that he is supporting it. This is the first level and a first step for leading to other stages. Sometimes he does not move on to next level and stays at this stage only; this could be because he feels ashamed to admit it with her lover. Sometimes he is just dropped into this stage by his cheating wife and he is unsure of what to do and this indecision keeps him there. He is unwilling to accept his feeling and thus unable to move on to other stages. 

The first stage is quite common amongst the cuckolds; they let their wives go to their lover while they wait for them at home. They get sympathy love from their wives, who feel guilty at cheating on their loving husbands. In some cases the cuckolds pretend that they know nothing of her lover and in some cases they confront their wives and demand to know all about it and yet never stop them. 

The next stage is quite open; here the cuckold had accepted his feelings. He has lead his wife to this point or the wife has lead him into this doesn't matters, what matters is that both are comfortable about it. Neither the wife is guilty about cheating nor is the husband confused. The lover in this case knows that the cuckold is willing and the sex happens in the marital bed while the husband takes the guest room. Cuckold also gets to enjoy watching his wife having sex with her lover. Cuckold enjoys the gut wrenching feeling that his wife is doing all the things that she never did with him.

The third stage is where the humiliation starts. The humiliation is always there however in third stage it's prominent. The cuck enjoys the humiliation he suffers at the hand of her lover or by his wife. Usually the humiliation is an important part of this lifestyle as the moment his wife cuckolds him he feels humiliated and he enjoys it. However the third stage he feels he deserved it due to his inability to satisfy his wife sexually like her lover can. Usually the third stage is inevitable if the cuck has ventured to the second stage. He could have stayed at stage one if he chooses to but if he has moved to stage two it's almost impossible to stay there, eventually he will slip to the third stage. It could be mild humiliation or it could be really abusive depending upon the wife and the lover. Many cuck wants abuse at the hands of their wives and they encourage it. The more the wife or lover is abusive the more he enjoys. 

The fourth stage i.e. the cuck with gay tendencies. This is the stage to which not every cuckold wants to reach. The first three stages are intermingled and one can easily slip to stage two or three but not to stage four. A person who is a cuckold does not automatically turns gay, he has to have those feeling in him. Sometime men who are confused and could not accept their gay tendencies or do not realise them, tends to realise them when they see their wives in the arms of other men. These cuckolds secretly want to replace their wives and want to be with these men. They love to serve the lovers, suck their cocks, cleans the cum, eat creampie, wants abusive treatment and love it if the bull fucks both the wife and husband.

Now a little bit on why do women cheat or why do women do not cheat? As per leading physiologists the reasons for cheating are lack of attention or intimacy, revenge, bad sex, financial independence, feeling neglect or feeling lonely etc. But more important is why do they don't cheat and especially if the above mentioned reasons are there to tempt them. Well the answer is they love and they fear, they love their husband and fear hurting them. They fear of losing the comfortable relationship, financial support, backlash from the society/family etc. 

Now you want her to cuckold you, cheat on you but you also want that the relationship continues and she continue to love you. Definitely you cannot push her out of your life, you cannot neglect her or make her feel lonely so that she cheats on you. So how you going to do it, I try to answer that in the following paragraphs.

Now let's get started with the big question how to get your wife to cuckold you? Before we do that let me emphasise on the need to have a good communication with your partner. To have a good relationship the key is to have an open and free communication, be it boyfriend girlfriend, husband wife or in our case cuckold and cukolderess. If you are not at ease with your wife to communicate your feelings or the opposite then misunderstandings creeps in and spoil everything. You need to understand exactly what your wife is comfortable at; likewise she needs to understand your feelings. 

Try to understand your wife, is she open with you, is she comfortable to discuss about sex, about her old boyfriends. Does she discuss about her work buddies especially male buddies, does she ever told you about any man making pass at her. Likewise do you talk to her on the same page? If yes, very good if not, well improve the communication. You start to open up by discussing about any female friend you have and encourage her to talk about her male friends. Make her feel free to discuss about her old boyfriends, sex, etc. as if she is talking to her girlfriend. 

Once you have established good communication it would be easier for you to open up completely later on. The first inference that a woman derives out when a husband says that he wants her to fuck other men is that her husband wants to have sex with other girls or worse he already has a secret relationship going. So just don't blurt it out as you are always going to freak her out if you don't go step by step. So never say that. 

Next you need to imbibe in you permanently, is to express you love verbally from time to time. You have to actually use the phrase "I love you" more often. I am sure you express your love to her but keep in mind the phrase and use it with sincerity with her on regular basis. 

Next keep it permanently in your mind that you have to complement her more often. Complement her on cooking (if she cooks), complement her on any decision she made and most importantly complement her on her beauty. Now here is a catch, don't tell her how beautiful, how sweet or how innocent she looks. Always tell her how hot she looks, how sexy you find her in an outfit, how you saw other men drool over her. Complement her on her hot boobs, sexy ass, smooth legs, whatever is the hottest body part she has. Encourage her to wear sexy and a bit revelling dresses. Buy her sexy lingerie's it would make her feel hot. 

Once you have developed open communication and you continue to express your love and complement her, you have set the ball rolling. It's not a one day job it needs to be done regularly till she feels totally comfortable with being a hot women. 

Now you need to find out about your wife and act accordingly. Is she submissive or aggressive in bed? If she is aggressive and takes lead in sex it's good otherwise you have to work hard and make her aggressive. You can tell her that you love it when she is on top and fucks you. You have to make her believe that you enjoy when she grabs your hairs and buries your head onto her snatch. You show that you love to eat her, make her cum. 

The important part, stop asking her to give you blowjobs. Yes you heard me correctly; you can't have blowjobs from her anymore. Anyway you wanted to be cuckolded and you want that your wife should use her mouth with some other man. From now onwards you will lick her pussy but never expect a return of favours; even if she wants to do it, you have to let her know that you don't like it anymore, that you like to kiss her and eat her only. 

Well the idea is to let her focus on her pleasure only and not yours. This will unlimitedly make her aggressive in bed with you. Let me tell you something else, women derive pleasure in pleasing there man, well most women do if not all. You have to deny this pleasure to her. It will frustrate her a little bit and she will have this unsatisfied urge which will come handy when she actually decides to cuckold you. 

Be submissive to her not just in bed but otherwise too. Respect her decisions or better ask her to make important decisions. Don't show your desire to go out with your friends but encourage her for a girl's night out. Put her pleasure first in everything and be totally submissive and loving to her. She would find it frustrating at first but soon she will get used to be the one who is leading. 

This is not a simple task; don't rush the things as it will take long time, sometimes months and years to accomplish this. You have to put her into lead, let her take decisions, let her spend time with her girlfriends. Have her dress sexy and make her feel hot and desired. She will love the attention she will get from other men. But remember this alone will not make her cuckold you. She may be tempted to experience with other men when they flirt with her but she will not do it. Well most of the women will not cheat at this level and if your wife is the one in minority still it will not help your purpose as she will not let it be known to you. 

Now is the time for some pillow talk, time to take things further. Talk to her what she would like to do if she was to be single again or who is the hottest guy according to her. What would she do if she is to spend a night with a hot guy or with which guy she would like to hook up again if she be eighteen again? 

All these are hypothetical questions and appears to be harmless so less likely to offend her. You can have your own set of questions the idea is to open her to talk about sex with other guys. Have patience don't just blurt out everything in one night. Slowly open her up to the idea. Initially she may respond with like that she loves you so much that she just can't think of anyone else etc. But continue to open her up and talk to her like a friend or better her girlfriend. 

Eventually she would start to open up, very slowly; she will talk about other guys and will try to judge your reaction. She will even be surprised that you are not jealous. She would demand to know why you are not jealous. Show her that you love her and anything that she likes is always pleasurable for you. 

Make her talk about her old boyfriends, the sex with them, how good or bad was that. Put a question that if she is free of consequences would she want to experience it again. Once these kinds of talks are repeated for some nights she will start suspecting something fishy. This is a tricky situation in which the wife will assume that you are having an affair and your guilty conscious is making you talk like that. Now is the time for you to show that you love her and no one else. All the efforts you have put in earlier at being a submissive will come handy. 

Tell her that you love her so much that nothing is more important to you than her pleasure. You want that she live her life to the fullest and enjoy everything that this world has to offer. The sexual relationship that she had in past or even if she has in future are too small an issue to bother you and deter your love for her. Maintain this stand with her, tell her she is so hot that any man would be lucky to have her and you are that lucky guy. 

Remember I told earlier that women don't cheat as they fear hurting the man they love, well with this you have taken care of it. But it doesn't mean that she will find a man next day to fuck. She will only be confused but will feel less of guilt when a man flirts with her and she likes it. The communication, the pillow talks should continue and the more open and explicit it gets the better. 

Bad sex is one of the important reasons women choose to cheat. How bad are you in bed? If you have followed what is told above your have already frustrated her. You have focused in pleasuring her through your mouth, well continue doing that with less and less of penetrative sex. Just continue being bad in sex. She will miss some good sex and she could complain about it. This is the time you have to establish that you are not good enough for her in bed and that she deserves better. She will believe you due to all the male attention she is receiving. Don't let her focus on improving the sex life with you just keep on reminding her how good it was with one of her ex or how good it could be with someone else. Do it subtly. 

If everything is going good and she is openly talking with you then it's the time to tell her that you want her to enjoy the life and have sex with some other guy. Tell her you love her and love her so much that you don't want her to miss on something good in life i.e. sex. You don't want to lose her and want her for the rest of the life. You have come out in open with her, the reactions could be different. 

She could say,

"I knew something of this kind is cooking in your perverted mind," or 

"Don't be a stupid I love you too much, I just can't go and fuck someone," or

"I don't want anyone else I want you only," or 

"How can you say something like this!!"

Whatever be her reaction at this point don't worry you have done enough groundwork that the only thing in her mind is "is this possible?"

Don't push the things further; you have done your job. The key to further success is just good communication and falling in line with whatever she decides. At this point she is not telling you that she want to fuck someone but it's imprinted forever at the back of her mind that she has options. 




Make Your Wife Cuckold You



Whatever you have been doing till now must continue. Still it's not the time that she will do it. You would have many more conversations and you have to absolutely convince her that you want this. This is the time of confusion, indecision for her. She would start giving it a serious thought. At times she would also get angry and would try to talk you out of this. Actually she is trying to be sure about it. 

She will remain confused, hesitant till the last moment, till the very moment she cuckolds you. She will have negative thoughts, gets cold feet about it. You have to create opportunities for her if you want to take it forward from your bedroom talks, to reality. Create opportunity but with whom, that is a big question. Let me tell you that you cannot choose the guy for her; eventually she will pick up someone on her own. Then how do you create the opportunity. 

By allowing her time with her friends, especially male friends and you have to take care of the kids. Chances are she will hook on with someone known, so don't plan on going for a vacation and wish for an encounter with a stranger. Just keep on assuring her that you love her. Another thing that you can do is ask her to play naughty games with you. Ask her to seduce someone of her choice, just some mild flirting, challenge her, it will help her to open up. Keep complimenting her and reminding her that she is so desirable. 

It will happen she will cuckold you and you have to wait at home for her on that first time. She would be a bit unsure when she returns home, show your love and reassure her. 

Once it happens, congratulations you are a stage one cuckold, now its upto you if you want to stay there or want to move on to stage two. One thing I am sure that your wife will not pull you from stage one to two. It's you who have to choose, but once you choose to move on to stage two you could not stay there and will be pulled further by either your wife or her lover. 

The stage four, well if you are desirous, you need a bi-sexual bull to partner your wife. Not every guy could be of help. Happy hunting. 

I hope you find the article interesting, your feedback and suggestions are most welcome.