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Raven

By: Niqqi_6



I would like to tell you a story about my neighbor Raven. Raven was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Her skin was the color of golden honey, her eyes were deep pools of chocolate that you could get lost in. Her long silky, black hair made her look angelic from the way that it had framed her face. She had deep dimples that gave her an even more youthful appearance. That just made her all the more sexy to me. I had met her fiancé at the grocery store. I thought he had looked familiar, so I approached him and started talking about football. We discovered that we lived on the same street and shared a lot of the same interests. I told him I would come by in a few days so maybe we could have a few drinks.

I called first and Raven told me that he hadn't made it home from work yet. Her voice sounded so sensual over the phone that I just had to see what she looked like. About ten minutes later I decided I would go over to see if he was home yet. I knocked on the door. It took her a minute to open it. When she opened it, her face was all flushed.

"Hi." I said.

She looked at me surprised. I guess she wasn't expecting company.

"Hi?" she replied puzzled.

I knew she had no idea who I was, and she probably wondered what I was doing knocking at her door so late in the evening.

"I'm Jeremy from up the street." I told her.

She just looked at me with those chocolatey brown eyes of hers. She licked her already moist, pouty lips.

"I'm Raven." she replied cheerily.

She had shampoo in her hair and all over her hands.

"I'm sorry we can't shake hands," she said, "they're all soapy." she let out a soft chuckle.

She had the most sexy laugh. Everything about her made me want to melt then and there.

"I just wondered if Brian made it home yet." I stated.

"Not yet." she replied. "Would you like to come in?" she asked me.

"Sure."

She closed the door behind us. She had on some short shorts. I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties or a thong, but she had a perfect ass. The kind that could make an onion cry. She brought me a cold beer while we waited for Brian to come home.

The whole time that we sat together, I wanted to kiss her. Her lips looked so soft. She wore a lot of gloss and I would have given alomst anything for a kiss. Her lips were so shiny I could see my own reflection in them.

Finally Brian came home. Had he taken any longer, I probably would have jumped on her like a hungry dog. 

We watched a little bit of the game that was on, but my mind kept drifting back to Raven. How did he get a girl like that? She was gorgeous. When I got home, my wife Julia could sense something wasn't right about me. For some reason I wanted to make love to her. We made passionate love for an hour before I exploded. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had with Julia. The sad thing is I was fantasizing about Raven the whole time.

I think Julia could tell that I was distracted, but she didn't ask any questions. I was grateful for that.

For weeks I would call Brian's house just so I could hear her voice. I would call and hang up when she answered. That was always followed by incredible sex with Julia. I would slide myself deep inside Julia and pound her like my life depended on it. I would pull her hair and tell her that she was naughty for teasing me. The sad thing is the whole time I was wishing Julia were Raven.

I wanted to hold her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to make mad, passionate love to her. I wanted to know what her soft, silky skin would feel like under my hard, chiseled body. I'm 6'3 and about 210 pounds. She was only like 5'4 maybe 125 pounds. I wanted to caress her soft, golden body. 

One day I had to use their bathroom and I noticed her bra and panties in the hamper. I had to know what she smelled like, so I picked up her white lace panties and breathed in her scent. She smelled so good. I had never felt this way about anyone. Not even my bitch of a wife. Her bra said she was 38 c cup. Like I said, she has a nice feminine body. I put her panties into my pocket, and acted like nothing happened.

They started coming over all the time. She had no idea how I felt about her. It was so hard to sit there with my wife and the woman I desired. The longing was the hardest part. Brian and I were now pretty close, and even he had no idea how I felt about his girl.

Well, one night they had a fight and Raven came over to have a few drinks to get her mind off of him.

"I can't believe he hit me." I heard her tell Julia.

Even though she was crying in my wife's arms, I couldn't help but get hard. I sat there trying to conceal my hard-on with a throw pillow. The sight was erotic for me. The sight of both of them hugging. I didn't know how much more I could take.

"I know honey," Julia was saying, "you need to leave his punk ass."

"He never hit me before." Raven sobbed.

I handed her another beer and I put my strong, arms around her. I slid my hand underneath her ass. I don't know if she noticed or not, but she looked up at me and gave me a confused look.

"You need someone who's gonna treat you good." I chimed in.

Julia threw me the phone. Which was funny because I didn't hear it ring. I ran my fingers through my blonde hair and tossed the phone back to her. Julia handed it to Raven and told her to call and make sure Brian had left.

She dialed the number and listened to the ringing.

"There's no answer. He must have left." Raven said.

She drank another beer. She had already had five, and was starting to feel better. Her crying subsided as Julia popped in a dvd. It was some kind of stand-up routine. That took Raven's mind off her problems. Her speech was a little slurred, but she didn't seem drunk to me.

My friend Pablo came over with his friend Julio. They had brought more beer.

"I think I'm gonna go home now." Raven said.

"Are you sure you don't wanna sleep over here tonight?" Julia offered. 

"No. I wanna be alone. Thanks for everything." Raven said sweetly.

She gave us each a hug and stumbled out the door. Good thing she only lives about a block away. She was too impaired to drive. I saw that this was my chance to be alone with her.

"Raven!" I called out to her.

She looked back at me with her innocent brown eyes.

"I can't let you walk home alone." I told her.

She looked relieved.

I walked her home and we talked about something. I could barely focus. I was so excited at being alone with her, I didn't really know what to say.

She fumbled for her house keys. She was too drunk to put it in the lock. I opened the door for her. She asked if I wanted something to drink, so she got me a glass of ice water. 

"Thanks for walking me home." she said.

"No problem." I told her.

I gave her a hug. I don't know what happened, but I got hard again. She noticed this time.

"What's that?" she asked jokingly.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked her.

"I don't know. I'm pretty buzzed. I don't like talking about serious stuff when I'm buzzed." she informed me.

She sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit next to her. I kissed her. I parted her lips with my tongue and kissed her. She didn't push me away like I thought she would.

"I've been wanting to kiss you for so long." I told her.

I kissed her again and laid her back on the sofa. I stuck my hand underneath her blouse and felt her large breast. It felt soft and creamy like I knew it would. She let out a soft moan. I lifted her shirt up over her head and unsnapped her bra.

"My God your gorgeous." I said as I kissed her softly.

She didn't have to reply. I took her moans to mean she felt the same about me.

"I always did have a thing for blondes." she told me.

I took off her shorts and then her pink, lace panties. I slid my index finger between her lips to make it moist. She sucked on my finger slow, and passionately. I slid my finger between her soft, thighs. She gasped as my finger entered her. I rocked fast, then slow. In and out. I traced over her swollen clit and popped my finger inside my mouth.

"You taste so good." i said hoarsely.

She moaned again. I sucked on her neck hard enough to make her moan, but not hard enough to leave hickies. I had to have her. Just watching the look of pleasure upon her face was driving me wild. I unzipped my jeans and slowly peeled off my floral boxers. I had to free my swollen, throbbing member from their prison. It was saluting her, standing at full attention. 

I don't think I've ever been that hard for anyone. She wrapped her small hand around my enormous monster and licked away some of the pre-cum that had formed. I was in heaven. It throbbed and grew while she stroked it.

"Does that feel good?" she asked me.

I could barely reply. I was breathing hard now. I knew that if she kept stroking it that way, I would shoot it all over her.

"Hell yeah." I managed to choke out.

I could feel tears forming in my eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked me.

"It feels so good," I cried out, "please put it in your mouth."

She took me in her mouth slowly. She sucked just the head at first, taking it in a little at a time. She would suck it like it had a secret serum inside it. It twitched and throbbed inside her mouth. She took me to the back of her throat almost choking. Then she let the head pop from between her lips. She sucked it back in. I thought I was going to lose my mind. I was whimpering now as she picked up the pace. She sucked with a fervor I had never seen before.

Enough was enough. I laid her on her back and licked her chocolate nipples. They were plump and tasted so sweet. I buried my face inside her cleavage as I stroked myself fast.

I climbed on top of her and slid my fat organ inside of her. I moved slow at first, then pumped her like I had gone crazy. I buried it deep inside her, working both of us into a frenzy. She arched her back so I could penetrate deeper. It felt so good.

"I don't wanna come yet baby." I whispered.

"Me either." she agreed.

She clenched her thighs around my hips, creating a sensation I had never felt before.

"You're such a bitch!" I yelled.

I pulled her hair and pounded her hard. 

"I'm gonna teach you never to tease anyone again." I told her.

I pulled it out so just the head was still inside her. Then I fucked her with the head. I pushed it inside her, deep, and fast. She was thrashing around uncontrollably.

I took it all the way out and bent her over the sofa. I took my time to stick it in her. I rubbed her swollen nub with the tip of my penis. I was buried to the hilt. I rubbed on her luscious booty as I smacked against it with my balls. I held her hips and pounded her. I was so deep, I hoped I wasn't hurting her. But, at that point, it was too late. 

The phone started ringing. I figured it was just my wife and that made me fuck her faster.

"Think you can just tease people and it'll be ok?" I asked rhetorically.

I could feel the tingling in my sac as I drilled her for all I was worth. I could feel it coming.

"I'm coming Raven." I choked out almost inaudibly.

I pumped a few more times, then my hot, creamy come shot inside her. I pulled it out, but come was still shooting from it. It shot on her face, her hair and her big ass titties.

I smiled at her.

"Thank you so much." I said thankfully.

She hugged me and walked to the door.

"We need to be more careful," I told her, "we don't wanna get caught."

"Caught?" she replied. "Who said it was going to happen again?"

"Oh, it will. It definitely will." I said.

I could hear the door lock behind me as I stepped into the cool night air. 

Raven



Jerry had been looking forward to a bedroom session with his wife all week. He had even refrained from loping the mule, although he didn't admit to Raven that he regularly took care of his needs when the frustration got too intense. A combination of problems at work led to postponing their bedroom romp.

Friday arrived, and Raven announced that she was going out to dinner with Jessica, a new friend she met. "You can wait one more day, can't you?" she seductively asked. Jerry was disappointed, of course, but he agreed. On her way out, Raven mentioned that Jessica wanted her to see her apartment, and told him to expect her to be late.

Jerry wondered why his gorgeous wife of six months would agree to go out with a friend on a Friday evening. He thought of her firm, petite body, her long, shiny, black hair, arranged in bangs which he loved. He could be inside her now, looking into her goddess-like eyes, trying to hold back his ejaculation as long as possible.

And then there was her pussy. That marvelous, dark-haired mat of sweet and pungent musk. He liked to munch on her pussy until she bucked her hips and filled the room with her gasps of orgasm.

He pretended to be groggy when Raven got in bed. "Oh, I'm really tired," she whispered, and promptly went to sleep. About an hour later, Jerry was still awake, with a boner that he knew Raven would enjoy. His hand crept down to her sensual grotto, and he slid one finger over her labia.

Hmmm, she's slippery; Did she go to bed aroused, he wondered. He slipped his finger inside her pussy, and back out again. Uh-oh, he thought. That's not just her juices. This has the consistency of semen. He brought his dampened finger up to his nose and detected the faint bleach-like scent of sperm.

He thought of all those cuck stories that he had read, where the wife suddenly declines sex after going out and screwing. This can't be happening to me, he thought in panic. I'm not going to let it progress like those small-dicked wimpy husbands who secretly desire to be denied release while their wives get filled up with other men's cum.

He turned on the bedside lamp and shook Raven awake. She groaned, and started to ask what was going on, when Jerry inserted his finger deep into her pussy and withdrew it. 

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, realizing what Jerry was doing.

"Raven," he said in a serious tone, "this looks, feels, and smells like sperm."

She looked worried. "Jerry, hear me out. I'll explain."

"Okay, Cleopatra," he said, using the nickname for her that he had used since their dating days. "What the hell happened? You said you were going to dinner with a new friend Jessica. Did -"

"Jerry! Listen to me!"

He calmed down so that she could continue.

"I did go to dinner with Jessica. She wanted to show me her place afterward, so I said okay. At dinner she explained that she was pretty lonely and had not had sex for quite some time. I thought that was a little strange, since she's gorgeous. Taller than me, blonde, a firm body, and really attractive. We had a couple of glasses of wine - really good stuff, and after we talked a while she sat next to me.

"She asked me if I thought there was anything wrong with her. I was surprised, so I said, of course not! She told me I was pretty and had nice legs, and I said thanks.

"You know how some girls can sense things that are unsaid? Well, all of a sudden I wanted to kiss her. Her lips are gorgeous, Jerry! I got closer to her and lightly brushed my lips on hers. That wasn't the first time I was attracted to a girl, and it probably won't be the last. Anyway, we kissed. Hard, soft, wet, intimate. God, she was good. I pulled her on top of me on the couch. We were both still dressed, and we kept kissing and kissing. I couldn't get enough of her mouth.

"I wanted to see more, so I pulled her dress down to look at her tits. Wow, they were firm, I wanted to handle them forever. Of course we were both breathing hard, and she suggested that we go to her bedroom.

"On the way down the hall to her bedroom I wondered how her pussy would taste, and I couldn't wait to feel her mouth on mine. I took all my clothes off as soon as we got into her room, and she had me lie down on the bed. My gosh, she could eat pussy! She gave me several orgasms, and then I told her I wanted to reciprocate.

"So she took off her dress, and then she said that she was different from what I might expect. She pulled her panties down and I was in for the shock of my life. She had a cock! It was hard, and throbbing, like yours gets when you're going to fuck me good! I was mesmerized; I couldn't take my eyes from her cock. It was so beautiful, all hard and wanting. I touched it. I ran my hands up and down her erection, and then I looked at her tits, and her legs, and her face. I couldn't get over it - a beautiful girl with a beautiful, hard cock!

"I thought of giving her a quick hand job and going home. I told her to kiss me, and she got on top of me. Full body contact, and we kissed, in each others' arms. Her kisses drove me wild. Finally I couldn't help it - I said, Jessica, put it inside me.

"I had to feel it, Jerry - I had to know what it felt like. I was thinking, this may be the only chance I'll have in my life to know what it feels like to have a T-girl put her cock in me. It was kind of strange, feeling a cock inside me when the rest of her body was so feminine. She fucked me sensuously and slowly, kissing me and rubbing her tits on mine the whole time. When she asked if it was okay to cum inside me, I told her, Yes, yes, fill my pussy with your cum!

"Wow, did she ever cum. She just kept spurting and spurting, and pumping her cock in and out. She still had her cock in me when she finished, and kept telling me how good it felt. She never got soft, so I asked her to fuck me again, and she did. She fucked me so hard it made my head spin! She spurted like the fountain at the park.

"Afterward, I thought, Oh my gosh, what have I done, how am I going to explain this to Jerry! I've been unfaithful, even if it was with a girl. I was feeling really guilty, so I told her that I had to leave, and that I had a lot to think about. She had me promise to call her, even if it was to say no more. I wiped the cum off me and got home as fast as I could. Jerry - please - fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. If you're going to fuck another girl to get even, I can't blame you. But I need you to fuck me now."

Jerry had been so engrossed in Raven's narration that he hadn't realized that his cock was hard. After hearing Raven's sensual description of her adventure, he brusquely entered her and plowed where Jessica's cock had been earlier that night. He pumped hard, as if to compensate for Jessica taking her pleasure inside Raven's pussy. He fucked furiously - a combination of arousal, angry lust, and a determination to show that he could fuck harder and better than some girl with a cock.

"Uhh! Uhhh! Oh! Ahh! Yes... Fuck.. me... Jerry! Fuck... me... hard... Uhh... Uh!" The sounds from Raven spurred him on, and when he could stand it no longer, ejaculated convulsively inside her. Nearly a week's worth of tension, frustration and arousal spurted through his cock into his wife's dark-haired pussy.

He stayed semi-hard inside her after his profuse cum, and Raven held him tightly. "I shouldn't have made you wait. I should have let you fuck me silly before I left to meet Jessica. I might have been twenty minutes late, but that wouldn't have been so bad."

With his erection still inside her, she pulled him close and tenderly kissed him. He couldn't help realizing that he was kissing the same woman that the girl with a dick had kissed so intensely just hours before. Jerry's kisses were aggressive and rough.

"Jerry," Raven whispered, looking directly into his eyes, "come clean me now. Gently."

He had, on rare occasions, licked Raven's pussy after cumming inside her, usually as a special treat. He knew that this time some of Jessica's sperm was mixed with his own, and mingled with Raven's sweet musky nectar. But he couldn't resist her plaintive request.

He pulled out, and saw Raven's pussy close up. The look of a used and well-fucked pussy. She pumped her hips as he licked, and when he began to extract what was inside her, she added the nasty talk that Jerry liked so much.

"Yes! Suck that cum out of my nasty pussy! I've been fucked silly and I want you to get it all! Suck that cum out of Cleopatra's pussy! You made a sticky mess in there, I want you to swallow it all. Oh! Oh yes! Yes!!"

Jerry could scarcely hold on to her bucking, twisting hips as she crested. He had regained his hardness, and entered her again. Face to face, looking into her goddess eyes, he plowed slowly, this time more tenderly than before. "Raven," he whispered, "Tell me the truth. What are your feelings about Jessica?"

"I can't deny that it was exciting. Do you want to fuck another woman to make it even?"

"I want to actually see this girl with a cock," he said. "I want her to watch me fuck you silly, and then for her to lick my sperm from your pussy. Then I want to watch her cum inside you. I know you're going to want that anyway, so I don't want you doing it except when I'm there. Then I want to watch her clean your pussy again - of her sperm."

Raven giggled. "Jerry, there's something I'd like to see. It would be sexy to watch you take her in the tail. Then she'd have to carry your seed inside her when she goes home."

Jerry spurted uncontrollably inside Raven's pussy.

A few moments later, Raven said, "Aren't you going to clean your sticky mess from Cleopatra's pussy?" 



Raven



Cody Raynes watched as Raven did a cartwheel and knocked out two of her 3 opponents. What often impressed him and her audience was that she was doing it in 4-inch heels and tight black leather. Of course, that was part of the Raven character. Cody was more impressed because Raven was almost 34 and still insisted on doing all of her own stunts. She looked great doing them, too. Even up close, you couldn't tell she'd broken both of her arms and her nose -- twice. She was still almost as stunning as she had been all those years ago when an eleven-year old boy got his first crush on a Hollywood action star named Raven.

Most boys Cody's age were still into GI Joe or Pokemon or Transformers. From the very first moment Cody saw Raven -- The Raven as she was called in her weekly TV show -- the young boy was transfixed. He watched every week, sometimes twice. He found the show in reruns and watched the previous seasons. He dug up as much information on Raven as he could find and made a scrap book filled with Raven clippings. Cody discovered there was a poster of Raven and begged his mother to buy it for him. When for some inexplicable reason she refused, he got a paper route and bought it for himself, plus earned enough to buy the DVDs of all three seasons. He couldn't understand why his mother got so bent out of shape over it. Raven's series was sexy, but clean enough and she presented a very positive role model for her young fans. She was strong, smart and capable and she couldn't help it if she just happened to be sexy. Even at a young age, Cody knew Raven had it, even if he didn't know just yet what it was.

He had no idea why his mom objected so much to his minor crush on the beautiful actress. Cody didn't care, he looked at her poster and the magazines he could afford and read all about her glamorous lifestyle. When her TV series was cancelled, Cody was crushed. He wrote her a long fan letter that he later regretted. He was sure it was an embarrassment. He told her that he thought The Raven was a great show and he hoped she would show up in another show again someday. He also added that if he ever got to visit Hollywood, he would love have the opportunity to meet her.

He didn't hear back, of course, he hadn't really expected to. Some of his friends teased him about his infatuation. It didn't matter to Cody. He kept his eyes open for any news about Raven and clipped articles about her whenever he found them. He remained a staunch devotee of the lady named Raven. By the time he was 14, he was no longer the only one in his group. Some boys with budding hormones began to see what Cody had known since the beginning. Raven was hot. It wasn't just her tall, long-legged body or her beautiful face or her long, jet-black hair or even her unmistakable green eyes. There was something about her that made you take notice of her. Even when her TV show was cancelled, her fans didn't forget about her. Like fans of Star Trek or Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, they were devoted. Raven fans wanted to see more of her. They started sending cards and letters to the studio that had produced her series and to the network and to Raven herself. Cody himself must have sent over a dozen and encouraged his friends to add to the pile.

When his diligence paid off, no one was happier than Cody Raynes. The studio announced that The Raven would be returning as a series of big-budget feature films with all the cast intact and more involved storylines. The fourteen-year old boy was thrilled and when that fifteen-year old boy sat in the theatre and watched his favorite actress kicking butt and taking names, there wasn't anyone happier on the face of the earth. He saw the first movie no less than 6 times. He decided to write Raven a long fan letter. It was a bit better worded than the one he'd written her years earlier. Of course, he didn't expect to hear back. She was busy and her career had returned to high gear.

Imagine the surprise and joy of a sixteen-year old fan when an answer came to his letter. Imagine, if you will, the thrill of seeing that response came from Raven herself. Continue to imagine the euphoria when that young man sees the letter is written in longhand and signed by Raven herself.

Cody thought he should likely pinch himself and read the letter over and over again. He wanted to put the letter somewhere for safe keeping. He would show it to his pals and make them eat their hearts out. Turn green with envy. Wouldn't they be sorry that they hadn't listened to him earlier? Perhaps if they had, they too, would have received such a letter. He was searching for a place to keep the letter when something fell out of the envelope and fluttered to the floor. He picked it up to see what it was.

It was a picture of a teenage girl and a smiling, cherubic baby boy. Cody stared at it for a few minutes and he realized that the girl in the photo was Raven herself. There was no mistaking those luminescent green eyes of hers, even as a teenager. He wondered who the baby was. Had she been an unwed mother and hence, the name change? She rarely spoke of her past during her television interviews. He looked over the picture carefully and then, in shock, it dropped back to the ground. His jaw nearly went with it!

The baby in the photo was him!

Cody picked up the picture and stared at it, like, for an hour (actually, about 5 minutes). He realized instantly that Raven couldn't be his mother, he had seen plenty of pictures of his mother and himself together at that age, including ones from the hospital. So why was a young Raven holding him and smiling? He wanted to ask his mother but she wasn't home from work at the library just yet. It seemed like an eternity (actually, about an hour) before she finally arrived home so that he could ask her about it.

Coral Raynes had not been in the apartment five minutes when her son approached her. "I got an answer to my fan letter today," Cody told his mother.

"Who did you write?" Coral asked. She knew the answer but hoped it would be something else.

It wasn't. "I wrote to Raven and she wrote me back -- personally," he told his mom.

"Oh honey, they have staff people who answer those letters for them and make it seem like it's ..."

"The letter was in longhand mom and that's not all. She sent this picture." He showed his mother the picture and Coral's heart sank. "Why does Raven have a picture of herself holding me as a baby?" He voiced the question Coral had been dreading for several years now.

Coral knew she had run out of options. She sat on the couch and folded her face in her hands and then looked up at her sandy-haired, curious son. "She has that picture because she's your older sister. You and Raven are brother and sister."

If she had told Cody he was rightful heir to the British throne, he could not have been more astonished. His mother looked up at him and said "You know your father and I have been divorced for years and you've asked why I don't talk about him or have photos around the house. This is why. I couldn't trust him. I was sure that he had fallen in with a very bad crowd and was up to something shady. I told him I wanted a divorce and when I discussed it with your older sister, she wouldn't believe me. She sided with your father and as she was sixteen at the time, there wasn't much that I could do about it. The judge told Helena -- that's your sister's real name, Helena -- that she was free to live with whoever she chose and she chose your father. They moved to Los Angeles and soon after, she stopped writing to me. I don't think she ever forgave me for divorcing your father. I'm sorry to have kept all of this from you, but I honestly believed and I still DO believe, that your father is a very bad man. That's why I changed back to the name I had before I married him," Coral told her son.

"So, Raynes isn't my real last name?"

"No. Your real last name is Layton, you're Cody Layton and Raven -- your sister -- is Helena Layton. Your father's family are all deceased, so there was no one going to come looking for you," Coral explained. "Helena was almost 15 when you were born, they left for Los Angeles about 6 months after that picture was taken."

"Wow," Cody said to his mother. "This is a lot to take in. Raven is my sister. Holy shit."

"Watch your language, young man," Coral said to him. "I don't know why she saw fit to tell you now, but since she's seen fit to let you know the family secret, I can't stop you two from communicating. I can say that I think you should avoid communicating with your father. I have sole custody of you for a reason. You're free to write back to Helena and let her know we're okay and that her mother still loves her," Coral said, choking up on her final few words.

Cody went to his room and got on his computer and typed out a long letter to his older sister. He told her about himself and his friends, their family, cousins she hadn't seen in years, their grandparents and their mother. He went over the letter until it was perfect and then he printed it out. He looked in some photo albums and sent her a few family photos, including a recent one of his mother -- their mother. He still could not wrap his head around the fact his long-time crush was his older sister. Cody realized now that all of this had likely caused his mother some pain. Perhaps now she could move past it and he could help affect a reconciliation between mother and daughter after all these years. He put everything into an envelope and placed it beside his backpack so he would remember to mail it before school the next morning.

He and his sister started exchanging longer letters. One seemed to arrive every other week. He could always recognize her letters by her beautiful handwriting and the fact they always smelled of her sweet perfume. It was nice to have a big sister, although it was a bit weird, because his crush still lingered. She sent him some really nice photos and when some of his friends asked where he got all the really cool photos of Raven, he had to play dumb for a while. Eventually, he let some of his closest buds in on the secret. It made him a superstar in their eyes.

Cody needed little else to be a superstar, but he also was growing academically and in height. Around school, he had several admirers. He was a very handsome young man and played a lot of sports, so he was in great shape. Sadly, around the young ladies at his school, he was tongue-tied. He dearly would have loved to have asked out Gigi Nelson, the pretty blonde who sat behind him in his English class. She was bright and perky and more than a few of his buds said Gigi would dump her boyfriend in a minute if Cody even looked her way. Cody looked -- oh, did he look -- because Gigi made it hard not to! In her pretty white sweaters and short blue skirts with high heels she almost always wore, she was far beyond her years in looks. She was nice too and he could talk with her when they passed in the halls, he just couldn't get past the hurdle of asking her on a real date.

He mentioned her in passing to his sister and he told Helena (he called her that in his letters) that his graduation was coming up and asked if she could perhaps come. He knew it was unlikely, but if she did, perhaps he could bring his mother and sister back together and make his mom happier.

He was right, it didn't happen, but something amazing did. Helena wrote back and invited him to Hollywood for a visit. All at her expense, the entire summer after graduation. Cody couldn't believe it. His eleven-year old self would have been in shock. He was going to meet Raven, even though he knew a lot about her by now, he was going to meet Raven!

IF his mother allowed it, of course.

Coral looked at her son and the expression on his face when he asked her and she sighed. "Of course you can go, what kind of mom would I be if I didn't let you? Besides, you'll be 18 at the end of June, an adult. We'll make sure to get you some nice clothes and new luggage and give you a big party before you leave."

His 18th birthday was a nice shindig and there were about 15 people there. Gigi Nelson gave him a nice present and a lingering kiss on the cheek. "I can't believe you're going to Los Angeles for the entire summer, that is SO cool," she said, very impressed. Aside from his closest pals, others had only been told he was staying with "a relative". "I was hoping we could hang out and go to the beach," she said with the faintest sound of disappointment in her voice. The thought of seeing Gigi Nelson in a bikini almost made him weak in the knees. "I'll miss you, when are you coming back?" She asked.

"The last week of August, just a bit before school starts, so if you want to hang around then ...?"

"COUNT on it!" Gigi chirped before she ran off to join a few of her friends that were in attendance. Had he just made a date with Gigi Nelson? Could this summer get any better?

It was a thrill to enjoy his first plane ride and when he got off the plane, there was a car waiting to take him to his sister's beautiful condo. He wondered why she didn't live in some fancy mansion, not that the place he entered wasn't gorgeous. The weather was a lot nicer than back home but all he could think about was not to make a fool of himself around Raven -- Helena. What would she prefer to be called?

All of a sudden, there she was, right in front of him. For once, she wasn't wearing black leather, but a very attractive pleated skirt, high heels and a gauzy blouse. He still would have known her anywhere simply from those eyes of hers. She hugged him and hugged him until those eyes were wet with tears. "Welcome, little brother," she said in between little breaks to wipe her eyes. "It's good to see you after 16 years, although I guess you aren't my little brother now."

It was true, if Raven hadn't been wearing her customary high heels, he would have been a few inches taller than she. He felt like an adult at that moment as he picked up his bags and went inside her home. There were photos all over her walls of herself in her various TV appearances and with actors he knew. He noticed that pictures of his father were conspicuous in their absence.

Raven / Helena gave Cody the nickel tour of her place. He had the presence of mind to ask her "Would you rather I called you Raven or Helena?"

She smiled. "When we're out in public, Raven, please. Most people don't even know my real name is Helena. When we're here and in private, please call me Helena." She smiled again. "I've missed hearing it. It's been a long time since anyone called me that, even our father ..." She stopped speaking at that point.

"Okay, since you've brought it up -- there aren't any pictures of our father here, not a one. Mom won't talk about him except to say he was bad news and I should keep away from him. What's the story on that?" Cody questioned.

His sister sighed. "You won't have to worry about keeping away from Daddy," she said as she turned to him. "Mother was right, I wish I'd seen it. When we moved out here and my career took off, Daddy was my manager. What I didn't know was that he was in bed with some very, very bad men and he was in deep. He owed a lot of money. So, instead of asking for my help, which I would have given him because he was my Daddy and I loved him, he pilfered it and used it to pay off his debts. I caught him and confronted him and that was the end of it. I called the police, called my lawyers, had him arrested, charged, tried and convicted. He's in prison for the next 7 years, far away from me and out of my life," Helena told her brother. "It's going to take me years to undo all the damage he did to my finances." Now Cody knew why his sister didn't have a big Hollywood mansion -- she probably couldn't afford one just yet.

"Why don't you call Mom and let her know all of this?" Cody asked. "She misses you so much and she'd probably be thrilled to learn you're safe and our father is out of your life."

"I'm not ready Cody, not just yet," she smiled as she tousled his hair. "Someday, soon, I hope, but not just yet." She decided to change the subject. "Want to come along and watch me film the final scenes for the new movie this week?" She asked. "I'll introduce you to some of the other actors and the Craft Services table is unbelievable."

Cody knew his sister was trying to change the subject but he let her get away with it. A chance to visit a real movie set was too good to pass up! He nodded and after they had dinner, he crashed. Raven had an early call. Cody himself was far too excited to sleep well.

The set was a whirlwind of activity when they arrived. Raven introduced him to everyone as her brother, which surprised them all. As she was getting made up, a petite, very attractive redhead walked by. Cody recognized her at once.

"Hey Raven, how goes ...? Well, my goodness! Who is this handsome young stallion?" The girl asked.

"Summer, this is my brother, Cody. Cody, this is Summer Calhoun." Summer played Raven's sister in the series. She gave Cody her hand and flashed him a winning smile.

"Hello there, handsome. We didn't even know Raven had a brother. Tell you what, if you get bored, my trailer is right over there," she pointed as she walked away with a little sway.

Cody wanted to pinch himself. Summer Calhoun had just been flirting with him. Was it weird that his sister's movie sister had been flirting with her real brother? Raven looked at him with a bit of surprise. "I think the lady likes you," she laughed. "If you want to take her up on her offer, I promise not to say a word."

"Aw, she was just fooling around," Cody answered. "Why would someone as gorgeous as Summer Calhoun be interested in me?"

Raven looked at her brother as if he had said something incredibly ridiculous. "We'll talk later," she told him. "I have to get to work."

So, here Cody was, watching his sister kick butt and interact with everyone on the set. She was still beautiful but now he knew her better as a person. Everyone she worked with held her in high regard. She finished her scene and was offered a towel to remove all the sweat and grime. She walked towards her brother and sat down beside him. "So, did you visit Summer while I was working?" She asked.

"Are you kidding? I couldn't take my eyes off of you the entire time, you're so gorgeous to watch," he let slip. Raven smiled and told him she was done for the day. She went to her dressing room to change and told him they were going to dinner after. She warned him there would likely be a lot of photographers watching them and to be careful. Cody was looking forward to it. His friends back home would be green with envy and he would sure look big in the eyes of Gigi Nelson.

She took him to Cinespace and as predicted, cameras followed them everywhere. "You'll be in the Sun tomorrow morning," she grinned, speaking of their hometown paper. She had them seated discreetly out of the way of everyone so that she could talk to him privately. "Why were you so shy around Summer? Don't you like girls?"

"I didn't want to be rude and ignore you on your own set," Cody told his sister. "Hell yeah, I like girls -- couldn't you tell from all those gushy fan letters I used to send you? I just -- I never know what to say or do around a pretty girl."

Raven / Helena looked at him with genuine, sisterly concern. "Well, maybe we can fix that for you while you're here. Order whatever you want, the food here is really good and I know most of the staff." She winked at her brother. "The servers here are pretty cute, too. Hey, did you like what you saw of the movie?"

"Of course, I'm a huge fan," Cody enthused. "When it is due out? I want to be first in line back home."




Raven



She looked at him quizzically. "Cody, I'm probably going to have you fly out for the premiere. It will be out just before the Christmas holiday. Then I start on a romantic comedy, my first film where I'm not playing the Raven character. I play a lesbian. I'm still not sure if I might not finally use my real name."

"Whoa, back up -- you're playing a lesbian?"

"Oh yeah, it's a romantic comedy centered around two women."

"Don't you think you might feel a bit self-conscious about doing romantic scenes with another woman?"

"No, I've been with women before," Helena told her brother. Seeing his jaw drop, she laughed. "Cody, have you not noticed a lot of the women around here are gorgeous? If you are at all bi-curious, you're going to find someone to experiment with. I was a lot more than curious. Here comes our meal, we can talk while we eat."

Over the next few days, Cody got to know his sister even more. She was a great host and he loved being on set with her. Summer Calhoun came by every day and made it very obvious that if he wanted a little action, she was willing. The sexy redhead was very tempting, but Cody didn't want to leave his sister's side. The more he resisted, the more Summer tempted him. One day she was only in a halter top and shorts that would have gotten her arrested in Cody's home town. He felt incredibly flattered by her attentions.

"You're crazy not hooking up with Summer while you're here," Helena told him as they drove home in her convertible. "Summer has a well-deserved reputation as hot stuff. She's really into you, I've never seen her act that way around a guy."

"I wouldn't know what to do," Cody told his sister. "I've never ... well, you know ..."

Now it was Helena's jaw that dropped. It had never occurred to her that her brother might be a virgin. There was a bit of silence between them while they drove back to her condo. Cody felt like an idiot and Helena felt awful for putting the poor guy on the spot. She wondered if she could do something to bolster his confidence. He didn't realize what a nice-looking guy he was. He looked like their father and her Daddy had been gorgeous. Cody had a huge crush on Raven. Maybe it was she who could pull him out of the mire and show him that he had a lot going for him.

It was a beautiful evening and Cody was in his room, reading an article about his sister's upcoming new movie. He knew that she would be great in it because she was good in everything. As it was hot, he was wearing only his trousers. Suddenly, his sister was standing in the door. "Is it okay if I come in?" She asked.

Cody shrugged. "It's your house, sure." When the light hit her, he gulped. Helena was standing there wearing a very pretty black teddy and high heels. She was as beautiful as she had been in any of his fantasies. "Helena ..." he croaked out before she reached out and stroked his cheek.

"Raven," she corrected him. "With what I have in mind, you should call me Raven. I've seen the way you look at me and I read all of your letters over the years. I'm sure you've thought of me like this. You're a handsome young man Cody, beautiful and strong. I'm a woman who can appreciate a handsome man. Why don't we make love and I'll show you all the things two sexy people can do together? By the time you return home, you'll be able to handle Summer Calhoun or any other hot woman you're interested in."

Cody gulped. "I've never had sex, you know that. Helena -- Raven -- you're my sister, you know what they call that?"

"Incest, yes. So what? If it helps, think of me as Raven. You must have had fantasies about her. That's why I'm dressed like this. It will be incredible between the two of us and no one will ever know about it. This will be our secret, a secret between brother and sister. A cherished memory that only we will share. I'm good in bed Cody, really good. That passion you see on screen is real. Wouldn't you like to experience Raven?" Cody nodded because this was something he had often dreamed about. His sister moved closer and touched his face before she drew him closer for a kiss. At first, all he could see were her beautiful green eyes and then he became lost in their depths as they kissed.

"You're not a bad kisser," she smiled as she broke the kiss. "We're off to a good start."

"It's easy when I stare into your gorgeous eyes," Cody told her. "A man could get lost in them."

Raven laughed. She pulled him to his feet and took him over to the mirror on the bureau. "Haven't you ever noticed your own?" She chuckled as she stood behind him. For the first time, he saw it. Their eyes were the exact same shape. There were also some facial similarities he had never seen before. He had never seen that his own eyes had flecks of green in them that were like Raven's. She led him back to the bed and they both sat down. "Believe me when I tell you that you're a very handsome young man."

"I don't ..." Cody couldn't breathe. His sister's ... no, Raven's ... lips were covering his own and her tongue was in his mouth. Wrong or right, he went with it. Her tongue moved along his mouth and he did his best to keep up. Her arms were around his neck as she kissed him and he felt like the luckiest guy in the world. She pushed him back on the bed and he let Raven do whatever she needed to do.

"Touch me back," Raven commanded him. "Don't be rough, but don't worry. You know I'm not fragile and I don't break easily. When you're in bed with a woman, make her feel like she's the only one you want to be with. A little attention goes a long way." 

Right at that moment, Raven was the only woman Cody wanted to be with. He reached out and touched her face, she kissed his hand and moved closer. She was almost on top of him, her body was so incredible. Had he fallen into some erotic dream? No, she was straddling him and tugging off his pants. He felt a flush of embarrassment as she tugged away his boxers. That vanished when she looked at his naked body for the first time. "You have an amazing body, Cody," she sighed as she kissed his chest. "Some young ladies have really been missing out on something."

Raven started kissing her way down his torso. Cody knew if she got too hot, he'd make a fool of himself, so he thought of other things and not the object of long-held desires touching him with her soft, hot lips. She wasn't going to ... she was! His cock was now in her mouth and she was looking at him with those eyes as she sucked, eyes he now knew were like his own. No one had ever done this and try as he might, he couldn't refrain from cumming. It didn't seem to bother Raven. She swallowed, which was incredible in itself, and then she moved up and scratched his chest with her fingers.

"You have real stud potential," she teased. "I am going to teach you as much over the summer as I can. Okay, do you think you can manage to undress me or are you too nervous?"

By now, some of his nerves had dispersed. "I think I can manage it," he told Raven as he helped remove the teddy. "You looked really hot in this and I love the heels. I always have liked the fact that you wear heels, even though you don't really need them."

"You're learning," Raven chuckled. "Heels do a lot for a girl's legs. I'll keep them on for you. Start with my face and move down. Touch me for as long as you like, most girls can't get enough foreplay."

He knew Raven spoke from prior experience, so Cody paid attention. He loved kissing her beautiful face and her neck and rubbing her shoulders, but when he got to her gorgeous breasts, he could have stayed there forever. Her breasts were as perfect as every other inch of her and he played with them reverently while sucking on her nipples. "I love the way you're touching my tits," Raven gasped. "Move down baby, lick the rest of me. God, you're making me fucking horny, you really DO have stud potential." 

Cody was sure that she was likely just bolstering his ego, but he didn't care. He kissed her smooth, flat stomach and noticed she had a pierced navel, something he didn't know about Raven -- he, her Number One fan! When she lifted her hips, he removed the thong that covered her pussy. He discovered something else he didn't know -- she shaved! Cody knew what was expected of him and was nervous again. This was all-new territory for him.

"Just kiss and lick, slowly, take your time and lick the little nubbin at the top, that's my clitoris," Raven told him. "If you can eat pussy, the girls will be beating your door down. Oh God, yes Cody, that's the stuff!"

Cody was making sure to pay attention to her commands and he liked the way she tasted. He went in deeper and felt her nails digging into his scalp. "Son of a BITCH!" Raven cried out. "Holy fuck, eat me, lick my pussy, eat me Cody!" He listened to what he was told and when she screamed out loud, he knew what had happened. He had made Raven cum. She pulled him up towards her on the bed.

"Now, for the first time, I'm going to make love to you," Raven told him as she straddled him again. "Feel free to keep touching me and kissing me while I ride your cock. Talk dirty if you're comfortable with that, it's fun. For a while, we're going to make love, but after that, we can fuck too. You'll have fun either way. Okay Cody, are you ready?"

He nodded and she slid down on him. For the first time in his life, he was inside a woman's pussy and that woman was Raven. She rose and fell on his shaft, getting a nice rhythm going. He touched her as she had instructed while she took him in and let him out. Her body was like a work of sculpture as she made love to her brother. Raven liked what he was doing, Cody could see that on her face. Now he started instinctively moving back. Raven smiled and it wasn't long before the two of them were making love in equal harmony.

Over the next several weeks, Raven taught Cody a lot about sex. It turned out the siblings had another thing in common, they were both total sex fiends. After days on the set, all either wanted to do was climb into bed and have sex. Sometimes they made love, other times they fucked. He found out her favorite was doggy style, while he liked her on top because he got such a great view of her entire body.

He also allowed Summer Calhoun to lure him into her trailer one balmy August afternoon. The petite redhead was a great fuck and he showed her a good time, but he would have put her a little behind Raven in the sex department. He wasn't sure if Raven / Helena was just that good or if it was the sexual chemistry that they had between them. 

He returned home to all of his friends cheering him, egging him on for information about meeting Raven and feeling like a really big man. When he went out to eat with some of his pals, Gigi Nelson was sitting with her girlfriends a few tables over. They all saw him and started whispering in low tones. They were obviously very impressed. Gigi came over to his table and smiled at him. She was wearing tight, black leather pants, heels and a low-cut pink sweater. "I saw the picture of you in the paper," Gigi smiled. "You met Raven, that must have been cool."

As he saw no point in keeping it a secret any longer, Cody let the ball drop. "Oh, I didn't just meet Raven -- she's my older sister." Those that weren't in the know let out a huge gasp. "Yeah, I spent the entire summer with her and saw them filming her new movie. Why don't we go out Friday night and I'll tell you all about it?" Gigi nodded and wrote down her number and address on a piece of paper. She was still smiling as she wiggled away from the table. His friends were astonished. Him and Raven, him and Gigi Nelson? It was probably a good thing he didn't tell them about Summer Calhoun, they might not ever stop badgering him with questions. He was looking forward to his date with Gigi on Friday and if it went the way he hoped, he wouldn't be home until very late Saturday morning. Raven had bolstered his confidence tremendously and even though it was only the beginning of September, he couldn't wait to see Raven again at her movie premiere. By then, maybe he would have a few new tricks of his own he could show his gorgeous, movie star sister.



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Day 1

A raven was cawing loudly; Brandon woke up with an albatross of a headache. 

It wasn't uncommon for him to get black-out drunk on Fridays, but whoa, dude, this probably was the hangover to put all other hangovers to sleep. At least he apparently had been together enough to strip down to his underwear before passing out on his bed. 

What on earth did he do yesterday? Yeah, he was at the dive with his bro's, chasing ho's, downing Jell-O shots... but did he really overdo it that much? He couldn't remember much at all. 

He rolled over, his hand reaching for his cell. Something was different... something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something felt different. His thoughts still dull, he finally found his cell; it was seven in the evening. Ok, that was pretty bad, even for him. At least it was still Saturday. 

Brandon sat up on the edge of the bed. Ok, something felt seriously, seriously wrong here. Was he sick? As in, not just hungover, but seriously sick? He looked down at his body. An intense, inexplicable sense of unease overcame him. He lifted the waistband of his boxers.

He had no penis.

Brandon cried out in terror.

Ok. Ok ok ok ok ok. No, not ok, this was not ok, this was the exact opposite of ok. He anxiously slid down two fingers, then let out another scream, quickly withdrawing from the unfamiliar sensation. He was dreaming, obviously, but this felt real, it felt so real.

Brandon stumbled over to the basin and held his head underneath the tap. The cold water hit the back of his head and ran off his face. It hit him like a punch to his guts: He was not dreaming.

"So, how do you like it?"

"GAHHHH!" Brandon shrieked, hit his head hard on the tap as he yanked his body up in shock. 

Who said that? 

He turned around. 

There was a woman sitting in the corner of his room. Had she been there all this time? This was insane, he was going insane, clearly. It was like in one of those sci-fi movies he didn't really understand, the ones without space-ships. 

He stared at her, disbelieving. She was Chinese, or oriental, or whatever those people were calling themselves these days... she was one of those with the slanted eyes, all right? She was perhaps his age; her dress was black, her hair was black, her eyes were black. Oh god, those eyes. Brandon's mind pretty much shut down at this point, and he just stood there, gaping at the girl.

She spoke, calmly: "I doubt you remember much, so let me refresh your memory. We met yesterday at Drake's Bar. You came on to me, and goddess knows why I didn't run right then and there, since I could see from a mile that you were no good. But I guess you do have a nice body, and I always liked blonds, so I set my expectations low and gave you a chance. No one could have prepared me for how insulting your company was going to be." 

She stood up, her dress flowing smoothly along her slender build, all the way to the ground. She continued: "You leered at other women while I was standing right next to you. You got grabby, obviously not caring how I felt about that. You called me 'baby' and 'chica,' but I'd bet a fortune you don't remember my name.

"All right, I thought, he may still be good enough for a quick face-ride. So I pulled you outside, but when I told you what I had in mind, you made a face like I had just asked you to eat a rotting pigeon. 'Shit, you one of those feminazi whores, or what', I believe were your exact words." 

She was looking directly at him now, her dark eyes piercing. "This is unacceptable. So I cursed you. You have a vagina now." 

Brandon put a hand between his legs again, gingerly felt through the fabric of his boxers. He still couldn't quite wrap his head around what was happening.

She continued, glancing out the window: "Don't worry about testosterone levels, those things are still as they were. But otherwise, your vag is very real, and fully functional. I suggest you get comfortable with it." She turned, slowly walking away. 

"Wait!" Brandon shrieked, panicking "You can't leave me like this!"

The girl looked at him again, raising an eyebrow. A hint of amusement played around her lips. "You want your cock and your balls back? You'll get your wish fulfilled if you manage to give me an orgasm. That's the spell. Good-bye, Brandon, and good fucking luck."

Brandon stood there a while longer, slack-jawed. Finally, he managed to close his mouth and sit down. Had she left? He hadn't heard the door, but he was completely alone in the room; the only sound a soft rustling of wings outside, as a flock of ravens threw a scattering of shadows across the floor.

Day 30

Brandon was lying on his back, rubbing his privates. Finally, he gave up, miserable and sore. This was not working at all. 

The days immediately following that fateful Friday had been pure Hell, days that he had spent locked up in his apartment, scared and confused. But then, he slowly started to get acquainted with his new body, while also figuring out how to manage everyday life. The former was unspeakably weird, but also strangely exciting; the latter was solved with a sock in his pants and actually not that big a deal. Only football was out of the question now, to his teammates' confusion. 

He had initially thought about calling a doctor, but had quickly dismissed the thought. This was not medical, he knew... and besides, wouldn't the doctor call scientists, and they would probe and take photos and write sciency shit about it? Publish it, for the world to see? Turn him into a freak show?

No, no one must know about this. Besides, the curse was reversible, she had said. Brandon had no idea how to find her, or indeed what her name was, but he would cross that bridge when he got there. 

"Getting there," however, was a major problem. He was hornier than he had ever been in his life, but he couldn't get his stupid cunt to orgasm. Surely this was proof that bitches weren't meant to have orgasms, he thought; then put the thought hastily aside. 

It had to be possible, he had to give that witch an orgasm and get his cock back. But how was he supposed to go about that when he couldn't even manage to satisfy himself?

Day 56

Brandon leant nervously against the wall, his t-shirt darkening underneath his armpits; he was scared to death. 

He had driven across two borders, to some backwater dump where no one would know him. He had chosen a club where the pickings would be easy. He had downed one hard drink after another, yet courage would not come. But this had to work, it just had to. 

Hesitantly, he lumbered over to his target. A fat, black chick, still dancing like she was hot or something. Way below his league; and Brandon was hot, he reminded himself. He would seduce her, and she would be thankful to get her hands on such a stud, and she would show him how to have a pussy-orgasm. 

The chick finally took notice, and he gave her the best smile his frayed nerves could manage. She approached, cautious, curious, interested. She was eyeing his pecs, his shoulders, his arms, he noted with satisfaction. He opened his mouth: "Hey, babe..."

The rest of the conversation, if one could call it that, was a disaster. Her face went from curious to distant to disgusted to sneering, and she soon went back to her girlfriends, all of whom had been following the scene from across the dance-floor. Brandon saw laughter on their faces, as the girl was no doubt dishing out the details of his failure. 

Rejected and ridiculed, he walked off into the night. 

Brandon wandered aimlessly. There was no way that girl could have known about his condition. She had rejected him, as a man, as a person. The humiliation was immense, but throughout it all, he also was horny as fuck. He couldn't stop thinking about that girl's generous curves, about her rich, dark skin, about how confidently she had moved on the dance-floor.

Day 60

Two months had passed since he had been unmanned, four days since he had fizzled at the club. 

Brandon was so horny he could barely hold a coherent thought, and what the fuck was the bus taking so long for, anyway? And the fucking sun was shining like everything was fucking all right, and what the fuck was that nigger looking at? 

On second thought, that hulking, black dude was actually kind of scary. 

The two of them were completely alone at the bus-stop, and that guy wouldn't stop staring at Brandon's ass. Finally, overcome by his own out-of-control hormones, Brandon turned to the man and asked for the time. 

Moments later, they were making out behind some containers. Brandon was dizzy as he felt Hawk's large hands over his body. He kissed the dark skin on his bulky neck and took in his ripe musk, losing himself in it. He was half-aware that he should have been at the very least confused by all of this, but Brandon was so horny, he wanted nothing more than to be touched, held, and kissed.

He was torn out of his blissful daze suddenly, when he felt rough fingers fondling his wet pussy lips. He realized that Hawk had his hand down the front of his jeans. Brandon's face lost all color - but Hawk just laughed. 

"Honey, don't you fret. I suspected from the start you're one of them pussy-boys; glad I was right. Now, you only been changed recently, right? You ain't been plucked yet? Yeah. Don't you worry 'bout a thing, babe, I'll do you right, you'll like it. Turnin' out to be a good day..."

There was not much for Brandon to do. The trousers dropped, and he found himself on his hands and knees. He spread his legs wider instinctively when he felt Hawk's fingers probing. He felt the tip of the large man's cock push against his wetness - then enter, just an inch. Panic overcame him as the realization sank in: He was about to be made this black dude's bitch. Will it hurt? What if someone saw them? What if he enjoyed it?

"No...!" Brandon uttered. He had changed his mind. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to just get up and run home and hide underneath a blanket. He started to crawl forward.

"Oh, no, no, no," Hawk drawled, plainly amused, while gripping Brandon's hips with his large hands, holding him firmly in place. "You don't get to flash your li'l snatch like that, then not put out. 'Sides, you're drippin' back here like you really need it. Now, hold still, boy... don't you worry, I know what I'm doing." And with that, Hawk pushed in. 

Brandon cried out as he was invaded. A sharp pain went through him as his hymen broke, but Hawk kept on forcing himself in, slowly but firmly, deeper and deeper still. Brandon's pussy stretched, more than he thought possible, as he struggled to contain his massive manhood. Finally, he could feel coarse pubic hair against his ass-crack, and knew he had been filled.

Then the fucking started.

Hawk was not a cruel man, but he didn't have patience for bullshit, either. His fucks were no-nonsense and to the point. The thrusts were slow and careful at first, but then gradually got more forceful. Brandon could barely keep up, but there was another feeling, too, creeping over him and making his pussy tingle; a sweet kind of satisfaction, a sense of purpose, in being so thoroughly used. 

Bit by bit, Brandon gave up what resistance he had left, realizing he had tilted his hips and opened up completely. Noticing the shift in attitude, Hawk pushed his thumb, still slick with pussy-juice, into Brandon's tight little butt-hole, then fucked the boy's cunt relentlessly while holding his ass like a bowling-ball. Brandon screamed loudly, from pain or pleasure he couldn't tell. 

Finally, a grunt from behind told him that Hawk was breeding him. The thrusts got slower again, and at long last the massive cock slid out, leaving Brandon sore and sloppy. He heard the sounds of a closing zipper and buckle behind him, but he stayed on all fours, feeling cum slowly drizzle out his twat and down the inside of his thighs. Brandon felt good, in the most confusing way possible, about how he had been made use of.

But he still hadn't had an orgasm.

"Yeah, sorry, no way I'm stickin' my face in there," he heard Hawk say, as if reading his mind. "I'm a faggot, you know, I don't lick pussy. But hey, I'll give you a tip, since you been such a brave li'l fuck. Pass by Madame Jabiru. She know 'bout this kind of thing."

And with that, Brandon had been ditched. He got up, pulled up his trousers, looked around for his sock. By the time he had managed to make himself presentable again, he had missed the bus.

Day 62

Madame Jabiru, it turned out, was a professional witch. Brandon was furious with himself for not having thought of this in the first place. Of course another witch would be able to help him. 

He was sitting in her shop, weird spices in the air and confusing drawings on the walls. Then there was Jabiru herself, seated in front of him. A mature, ample lady with a full shock of snow-white hair. Her face was a mystery, so much so that he couldn't even tell if she was black or Asian or a Latina. Or was she white? Her eyes were an unsettling emerald, their sting sharpened further by the huge, blood-red dress she was wearing that completely covered her entire body and the stool she was sitting on. She was looking at him now, a question on her face. 

Brandon started: "Well, I've been cursed. By another witch. I... well..." 

He went quiet again. "I have a pussy now" would have been the logical thing to say, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the words; he felt himself blushing. 

Apparently, that was enough for Jabiru to know what was going on; she laughed, her voice dark and bright at once. "So, Raven has been at it again. That girl cracks me the Hell up."

So those two knew each-other! And not only that; it would seem that Jabiru had dealt with this exact problem before. Brandon's heart beat faster, and he gave the witch a hopeful look; but she shook her head.

"I'm afraid I can't do anything to lift the curse. You have to give Raven her orgasm, there is no other way to get your wish fulfilled. Lucky for you, though, I may know a way to help you achieve just that." 

She stood up, her gown rustling as she moved to the side. Her skirts flowed to reveal a kneeling man underneath, his wet face tilted upwards. Jabiru had been using him as a stool, had been sitting on his face all this time. Brandon was once again completely dumbfounded. Jabiru didn't seem to even notice. 

"This is Alex. Alex, this is Brandon. He's got himself some pussy-problem, and I think you may be able to help him out here." 

She opened a door in the back of the room. Still confused, Brandon walked through, followed by Alex. The door closed behind them.

Alex was a tall, handsome fellow, perhaps only a couple of years older than Brandon, and blond like him. His facial features were strong and manly; his lips were still glistening from where he had just been, but his expression was calm and kind. He was standing shirtless; a fuzz of dark blond hair covered his well-trained pecs. A treasure trail ran down his lower abs, to where his cargo shorts started. 

Brandon still didn't know what was going on but got a strong hint when Alex wordlessly dropped to his knees and started unbuckling Brandon's belt. He was about to protest, but moaned loudly as he felt Alex' face press forcefully against the front of his boxers. 

The sock went out, the boxers dropped, and Alex' mouth went straight for Brandon's moist cunt. He gasped as he felt the tongue move around inside, sliding and sucking and slurping. His knees went weak, he literally almost dropped, found himself steadied by Alex' big hands. 

The hunk stood up, a huge smile on his sodden face; he took Brandon into his strong arms, lifting him up and carrying him like a princess, over to a bed in the corner of the room. Brandon was laid out on his back, legs spread, twat bared, and the slurping started anew. Deep and low, lower even to his sphincter, back up, up, up... hard against a particularly sweet spot, back down again, and again, and again. And then Brandon came. Oh, sweet holy mother of Jesus on a chocolate-flavored breadstick, he came.

Time passed... or maybe it was standing still. The two of them had wrapped themselves in a blanket. They lay front to back on the bed. Alex was still in his cargos, but Brandon was naked now, wrapped in Alex' arms, feeling this wonderful man's lips nuzzle at the skin between his shoulder blades. Brandon felt so relaxed, so deeply satisfied. He searched for words to express his gratitude. 

"That was... whoa. I can't even tell you how much I... I mean, whoa," he managed. And then: "If you want to fuck me... or if you want a blowjob... please, let me. Please." 

Brandon was surprising himself. It wasn't just that he felt he owed Alex one, it was that he really felt ready for some dick. But when he rolled to look at Alex, he had a completely unknowable expression on his face. 

"Well, I wouldn't mind a blowjob", he finally said, a strangely cheeky tone to his voice.

Alex lay on his back and Brandon got on top then moved down, planting kisses along the front of the other man's body, down the treasure trail, until he reached the belt. He unbuckled and pulled down the cargos... and was facing a pair of plump pussy lips. 

Brandon went to work.

Day 70

The shadows were getting longer in the warm, late afternoon light. Brandon couldn't tell if the gas station was abandoned or just closed. They walked past it, to what could be called the station's backyard. The grass was growing knee-high here and random objects were scattered – an empty garbage container, an old fridge, a tree-trunk, a long-abandoned car, amongst many other things – to form a maze-like landscape. 

Brandon followed Alex into the grass, and they reached some kind of meeting point. Three men were standing around, casually conversing; they were all naked, they all had pussies. The men greeted Alex as a friend and glanced curiously at Brandon. Introductions were made. 

Nick had tattoos all over his body, a sexy sneer on his pierced lips, and a dirty blond mohawk. Between his legs hung a rather large clit, almost a tiny penis, and he was acting a bit like the leader of the pack. Brock was a hulk of a man, pumped, probably on 'roids, but still attractive. He had a tiny pussy, a sweet pair of delicate lips that looked like they'd taste like fresh peaches; the contrast was hilarious. And then there was Parker, a cute ginger dude with pale skin and freckles all over his face and shoulders. He kept himself unshaved below, where his red was even brighter.

Brandon and Alex had just disrobed when a pair of customers arrived; two dusty construction workers. Being the new kid, Brandon found himself hemmed in by them, one man touching the boy's cheek while bearing a lewd grin, while the other stood behind, giving Brandon's ass a rough smack. 

Then he got pounded. 

First his snatch was creamed by one worker, and then the other one broke in his ass ("I don't do sloppy seconds, buddy.") Another unfamiliar, deeply invasive sensation; but at this point, Brandon had come to think of his body as just a tool, to be used by others for their pleasure. He quickly learned to relax his sphincter, and the initial pain subsided. By the time the second worker was done, Brandon had a contented smile on his lips, his anus thoroughly kneaded.

More patrons were arriving, and the gang got to work. Brandon was a little surprised to see that about half of them were women. One was facing him now, giving him a sweet smile. Still a little sore from his back-to-back pounding, he got on his knees. 

She moved closer; she was quite curvy, her skin very dark, her coiled mane wild, framing her beautiful face. He had to think of the girl he had failed to seduce at that club, many weeks ago. He felt deeply ashamed of the person he had been then. All the bullshit he had been slinging around... he would make it up to the world. 




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He looked up to her, returned her smile. He lifted her dress, moved in, gently chewed her lips through her panties. She moaned; he smiled, pulled her panties down with his teeth, dove back in. Her taste was ripe, womanly... delicious. He lapped eagerly, went deep, slurped, drank. Then he found her spot. 

"There, right there!" she gasped, opening up wider, holding the back of his head, pressing him against herself in a very specific angle. 

He worked her with his tongue, on and on and on. The lady took her time, but Brandon didn't relent. He felt a pair of rough hands grab his hips from behind, coarse fingers entering his twat. He kept his attention on the lady, kept working her spot. He was fucked from behind by a guy he didn't even know what he looked like. The guy spurted, slid out, left him dripping. Throughout it all, Brandon kept working his lady. 

Finally she came, loudly, wetly, sweetly. He waited until she started to come down again, slurped deeply one last time, then allowed himself to relax. She was very happy; she gave him a huge smile and paid him generously. His first woman... Brandon was proud of himself. But his mouth needed a break badly, and he was glad that his next two johns were both men.

Day 100

A raven was cawing loudly; Brandon woke up, blinking into the sunlight. A slight autumn wind was blowing red and yellow leaves against the windows of his apartment. He sat up in his bed, and Lady Raven was standing across the room, looking at him. 

He wasn't surprised, he understood. He got out of bed immediately, dropped to his knees, lowered his body until his face was almost touching the floor right in front of her, closed his eyes. 

"Please accept my sincere apologies, My Lady," he said. "My behavior was unacceptable. And yet you chose to give me this gift, allowed me experiences I never thought possible. The debt can never be repaid." 

She laughed softly, amused but pleased by his words. "Not bad, not bad", she said. "A little on the melodramatic side, but then again, I'm not exactly lacking theatrics myself. Now, boy, business. Show me what you've got." 

Her robe dropped, collected as a black puddle at her feet. Brandon looked up at her; she was naked. Her eyes pierced him. 

"Show me that you aren't completely useless... and the curse shall be lifted, your innermost wish fulfilled."

She spread her legs slightly, and he moved his face closer from below, breathing in through his nose. Then they touched. Her lips were dry against his, and he went about changing that, flicking out his wet tongue, moistening her. His final test, he thought, yet it seemed so petty now. Of what importance was his "innermost wish" compared to the needs of this beautiful, magnificent woman? 

He opened his mouth wider, dove deep. He heard her gasp, felt her hands against the back of his head, tasted her sweetness on his tongue, filling his mouth. He couldn't keep himself from sliding a hand down the front of his boxers, and he gently touched himself while lapping and sucking and working her. She noticed, didn't mind, just kept riding him steadily. Then she peaked, suddenly and quietly, squirted; he drank eagerly. He kept his face against her sex, felt himself surrounded by her warm flesh, felt her calming down slowly. Then everything went black.

Brandon regained consciousness on the floor of his apartment. He sat up and glanced around, and wasn't surprised to find Lady Raven gone. It had been a couple of hours, judging by the sunlight. 

He walked to the bed, lied down on his back, closed his eyes. Back to normalcy, then, back to watching TV and unfreezing pizza and downing Jell-O shots and waking up in his own vomit. Alex and the boys... he probably wouldn't see them again. A sense of loss and regret filled him. 

He finally slid his hand below his waistband. A wide smile appeared on his face. His innermost wish had indeed been fulfilled. Brandon started playing with the lips of his plump, moist pussy.



Raven



How can I describe Raven to anyone, she is such a complex woman. Her physical attributes from my minds eye is that she is about 5'4", 111lbs, dark brown hair that is cut very short. Her bangs fall over her right eye, which adds to her mystique. Her eyes are deep black and have a sad look to them. Her face is more round than heart shaped, her nose is small and her lips are somewhat tiny.

Her body is very nice, with 34C breasts; small waist and hips that make you take that second look. Although short, her legs are tightly molded, as she enjoys working out and participating in martial arts.

Her joys in life consist of being the best cook she could be, as she likes to have fun while she cooks. She is also attending college. At 22 years of age, she has put a lot on her table to contend with.

Raven has little time to enjoy her young life, at this point in her life. She does like to sit and draw, sometimes going to the local park and sketching different people, without them knowing. 

When she does something new or different, she goes all out. She won't hold back anything, no matter what.

Her body is adorned with a number of tattoos; both her nipples are pierced, as is her belly button, nose, eyebrows, lip and both ears. Most of these were done as a rebellious act toward her strict parents. 

I first met her at a restaurant where she is the head Chef. I had arrived in St.Louis on a business trip and stopped in to enjoy a meal.

I am a representative of a very large Micro-Technology Corporation and usually do a lot of traveling. The company picks up my tab, so I try to eat at the better restaurants. I ordered Chicken Cordon Blue and a vegetable melody for my meal.

The meal was outstanding, so I asked the waitress to have the Chef come to my table. I assured her that I was very pleased with the meal.

I was extremely surprised when Raven came to my table. I told her how much I had enjoyed the meal and just wanted to personally thank the Chef.

I'm 27 years old, 6'2", 220lbs, blond hair and blue eyes. I keep my hair cut conservatively, as it is part of the business image. I work out whenever possible, so my body keeps a muscular frame.

My short conversation with Raven wasn't enough for me. I asked if she would mind showing me a little of St.Louis, while I was here.

She gave me a look that told me I had over-stepped my boundaries, but then she smiled and told me that she could get free about 10PM. I told her where I was staying, and I'd meet her in the lobby. 

She returned to the kitchen, I paid my bill and gave a generous tip to my waitress, then left to get cleaned up some. I had time to use the hotel gym, so I took advantage of that, went to my room, showered, dressed and went to the lobby to wait on Raven.

When she walked through the doors, I took in what she was wearing. Her jeans were tight and molded to her ass like a second skin. Her shirt was a sleeveless t-shirt. When her black leather jacket opened, you could clearly see that her nipples were erect.

"I hadn't planned on going anywhere after work and this was all I had," she said, as she approached.

"What your wearing is fine with me, just wanted to go somewhere and have a good time," I said. I had also worn jeans and a long sleeve turtleneck shirt, and loafers. I carried a light jacket with me.

She had a car, so she drove to a place called "The Hornet's Nest". The music was loud, very loud. Lots of people on the dance floor, most dressed in a gothic style. We found a table towards the back, sat and gave our order to the waitress.

It was dark in the rear of the club. Lots of swirling and flashing lights on the dance floor. I observed a couple about two tables away. She was a blond, I think, with streaks of red, green and black in her hair. Her male companion was leaning on the table. For some reason I noticed her hand, she had removed his cock and was masturbating him.

Raven followed my eyes and said, "That goes on a lot here, no one pays attention to others in the club. "The owner doesn't care, as long as nothing gets broken."

"Do you come here often?" I asked.

"Not really, as a matter of fact, I don't care for this place that much. It was the closest and stays open later then most other clubs," she said. "Besides, I wanted to see what reaction you'd have when you got here."

"Hey! I'm no virgin, just don't have a place like this where I live," I said. "Thought you'd scare me, did ya?"

She removed her jacket and placed it on the back of her seat. Even in the dark, her breasts were beautiful. Her back was to the crowded dance floor, and the lights made a glow all around her.

I admit I stared at her breasts, more than I should of; after all, I just met her. I brought my eyes back to her face and smiled at her.

"You seem to be enamored with my breasts, do you want to see them?" she asked matter of factly.

I nodded yes, and she lifted the front of her shirt, and my eyes beheld the most beautiful tits I've ever seen. Perfect in size and shape, those erect nipples being pierced by what looked like a small bone.

Licking my lips, I told her thanks, they were magnificent.

"Why don't you bring your chair next to mine and you can get a better look." she said.

As I moved next to her, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Her other hand went to my leg and landed on my semi-hard cock. She ran her hand over its length and said, "I showed you mine, now I want to see what you have here", as she squeezed my dick.

She unbuckled my belt, ran the zipper down and reached in to remove my hard shaft from its confinements. I looked around; no one was looking at us. 

Her hand ran up and down my shaft, and her palm covered the mushroomed head. I have a good eight and a half inches, three inches in girth, so she had her hand full of me.

I continued to knead her breast. Her nipple was long, so I lightly twisted it between my fingers, as she played with my dick.

I am single, no girlfriend, I live alone. With no female companionship for the last four months, this was making me feel great.

Her hands were like magic on me, so smooth, soft, with just enough pressure. She pulled out my balls and rolled a nut in her fingers. My cock was out for everyone that walked by, to see. This girl, Raven was pumping me, much to my delight.

"Let me know when your ready to cum, I don't want you to get any on your clothes." she said.

Her masturbation skills were fantastic; I was going to blow my wad for the first time in public. I was thrilled and scared at the same time. What if she lied to me about the owner? What if he sees this and calls the cops? A number of things were going through my head, but the major influence was that hand on my cock.

"My God, I'm going to cum, real soon," I said.

Raven slid off the chair, went under the table, and quickly placed my cock in her mouth.

"Holy shit, this is awesome," I said.

She engulfed my cock, head and hand pumped me until I shot into her mouth. Sucking it down, she waited for the second and third. I took hold of the tables edge, as I was shooting my cum into her. Nothing else mattered, the cops could have been putting handcuffs on me and I didn't care.

She kept my cock in her mouth until I started to go limp. She brought herself back to her chair and looked at me and said, with a grin, "Welcome to St.Louis".

I grinned a silly grin and said, "Hi, my name is Roger," as I replaced my penis in my pants and fixed myself up.

"Would you like to go to my place, where I can properly thank you?" I asked.

"Sure, lets go," she said, as she stood and put her jacket on. I tossed a ten on the table for a tip and we left.

At the hotel, she grabbed a bag from her rear seat and threw it over her shoulder. The elevator ride to the 20th floor was slow, and crowded. When we got out, my door was only four doors down.

I let her in and turned on the lights. She remarked on how nice the suite was and asked where the bedroom was. Pointing towards a door, she told me she be a minute or so, then she closed the door behind her.

I went to the small bar and fixed me a Barcardi & Ginger. While I was enjoying that, she opened the door. My eyes nearly feel out of my head, she was dressed in black leather from head to foot. Her breasts were exposed through cutouts, as was her bald pussy and ass. She was also wearing stiletto pumps.

She looked at me and told me to get out of my clothes. I obeyed her; soon I was standing in the middle of my suite naked, my cock pointing to the ceiling.

"Now crawl over here and kiss my pussy," she said.

I got on my hands and knees and crawled as she asked. Getting closer to her, I saw that her labia was also pierced. As my face came closer to her pussy, I brought my tongue out to lick her.

Before I even touched her, she backed into the bedroom and said, "If you want this," as her hand went to her cunt and spread those lips, "Then you have to beg me for it," she said. "Now crawl to the bed and get on your back"

Again I followed her orders. She took my right hand and clicked a cuff around my wrist; she did the same to my right leg to the footboard. Moving to the left side, she cuffed my leg and wrist. I was sprawled on the bed, for her to do anything she wanted.

Here's this little girl like creature, who was almost a foot shorter than me and half my weight, and it was me that was at her mercy.

This was a new experience for me. I've always been the one in control during sex, so I was intrigued as to what was going to happen.

I watched as she went to the bureau and took a silver object from it. A vibrator, not large, about six or seven inches long, maybe two inches in girth. She came back to the bed, placed herself on my chest and abs. She brought the vibrator to my face and told me to suck on it.

I did, I took it in my mouth and backed off like I was giving it head. She flicked the switch and it vibrated in my mouth. Her pussy was wet, rubbing it up and down my abs; she left a light liquid trail.

Removing the silver cock from my mouth, she turned herself around and brought the tip of it to my cock, but didn't leave it there. It slid down my shaft, onto my balls, and then headed to my ass.

"Lift you ass off the bed," she said.

I didn't really want her to do that, so I didn't move right away. She took hold of my balls and again told me to raise my ass, as she squeezed, bringing some harsh pain to my groin.

Needless to say, my ass came up and she brought the dildo to my anal passage and played with my asshole. Spitting on it, she placed it at the entrance and pushed it in.

It felt like a telephone pole going in. Never in my life had I ever given any thought to having anything stuck up my ass.

When she pulled it out, she spit on it again and shoved it back in. She moved it in and out. The spittle had done little to ease the pain. Trying to find something to ease the pain, I craned my neck forward and was rewarded by the sight of her pussy, rubbing on my abs.

After a while, the pain went away and I watched her pussy sliding closer and closer to my face. Her puckered asshole was inches from my face, but I still could not reach her.

I felt her tongue, as it swiped over the head of my cock, sending a delightful feeling up my body. She started to place her lips on my cock, as her tongue rolled over it. Having to wait like this was sheer torture to me. I raised my hips to try to get more of me into her mouth. Her hand went to my nuts and squeezed them. This let me know right off, that I was not to move.

Her mouth came off of me, her tongue licked from my scrotum to underneath the head of my dick, along the throbbing vein. Her hand left my balls and took hold of my shaft and held it to her mouth, as she encircled my entire shaft with her tongue.

She knew how to suck a cock, she knew I wanted to shove it down her throat and make her choke on my spurting cum. As she finally took her mouth and inserted all eight and a half inches of me in one thrust of her mouth. She slowly came back to the top and then all the way back down her throat.

As she did this, her pussy was inching closer and closer to my mouth, I wanted it. When she got close enough, my mouth made contact and delighted in her female scent and taste. She was wet, very wet, as I inhaled her fluids into my hungry mouth.

She pushed herself harder on to my face, and I stuck my tongue into her beautiful cunt. My tongue went as deep as I could, as her juices ran onto my face.

I then swiped my tongue against her clit, she shivered. Her pussy was moving up and down my face, as her mouth was bouncing on my cock. I wanted to cum in her mouth again, it felt so good the first time. I also wanted her cum all over my face and mouth.

We both quickened our pace as she was close to cuming. So wasn't I. With greater speed, we headed to sheer bliss. Her mouth and hands, working my cock and ass, brought me to the orgasm of my life, as I shot streams of cum into her waiting throat.

When I shot, she too reached her plateau and was bucking her pussy on my face. Her love juice flowing freely, as she showered me with her cum.

Sucking as much as I could as she flowed, she too, took all that I gave. Like two wild animals, not caring about anything except for release.

Raven kept her mouth on my cock, making sure it was brought back to life, as she removed the silver bullet from my ass. When she had me hard enough, she removed her pussy from my face and slid it down my chest, over my abs and straight to my stiff rod.

With her back to me, she placed my cock into her pussy and lowered herself on to it. Once all the way in, she leaned back, her back over my head as she worked her pussy up and down.

She was tight and very wet. Her juices coating my cock as it went in and out of her. Her muscles tightened on my stiff rod, as I felt the ripples of her moist wet tunnel.

The sight of this girls leather covered body, as her hips fought for as much as she could get, was overwhelming. I couldn't touch her, couldn't put my arms around her and hold those breasts, which were bouncing ever so hard as she thrusted on my cock.

She was grunting on top of me, as one of her hands went to her clit and stroked it. My hips were pushing up into her, shoving my hard rod in as deep as it would go. No squeezing of my balls this time, she wanted it as much as I wanted her to have it.

We slammed against each other, as we neared nirvana once again.

"Fuck me Roger...fuck me hard...gonna cum...wanna cum..oh fuck yes," she grunted.

She didn't have to say a thing; I was pushing into her as hard and fast as I could. Her pussy making sucking noises as I pumped in and out of her.

"Oh shit, I'm going to cum, yes. Yes...yes, yesssssssssssss," as she squirted her juices on my cock.

My cock rammed her hole, feeling the heated fluids gushing over it. She came so hard and long, she was leaking pussy juice onto my nut sack.

Her arm gave way, as she dropped to my chest. My cock half fell out of her, but I did my best to shove it back into her.

"Sit up Raven, I want to cum in your pussy," I said in her ear.

She pushed herself up and my cock went in to the hilt. I continued to stroke in and out of her. She started to move up and down my shaft, and in small circles. 

I held off as long as I could, then let it go. I felt the fluids surge up my shaft and gushed into her wet pussy.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum again," she said, as her pussy grabbed my spurting cock and our fluids once again became one.

Both of us, bucking and slamming into one another. Our bodies trying to become one. We then slowed down, and when my dick was flaccid, it fell from her cunt. She once again dropped on to me and rolled to my side.

We lay in this position for who knows how long. She got up from the bed, went to the bureau and was fumbling with something. Walking back to the bed, she unlocked the cuffs that held me down.

After the last cuff was released, she threw the key back to the bureau and lay back down with me. My arms ached a little, but I brought one around her, as I turned to face her. She was out like a light, sound asleep. I removed my arm and slowly moved off the bed.

Standing by the bed, looking down at this angel in black leather, I praised whoever sent her to me. I turned to walk out of the room, to get a drink. She rolled onto her stomach as I left the room.

I needed something cold to drink, so I opened a soda and sucked it down. It tasted great and hit the spot. I went back in to the bedroom, looking at her on the bed, still on her stomach, sleeping like a baby, I grinned to myself.

Softly, I moved her legs in to position to cuff them, then her wrists. She didn't wake, so I took hold of her zipper in the back of her outfit and slid it all the way down. When I woke her, it would fall right off her body and hang from her legs.

I looked at that sweet, beautiful, round ass of hers and I knew what I wanted to do. Going to the bureau, I found a tube, it was KY Jelly, just what I wanted. I brought it to the bed and I coated my cock with it. I then put some on my finger and let it dribble between her ass cheeks.

She still had not wakened, so I inserted my finger into her ass and commenced to grease her up. As my finger entered, she woke and found herself cuffed.

"Oh, your a bad boy, are you going to fuck my ass?" she asked.

"Yes, my cock is going to ream your butt until you scream," I countered.

Getting between her legs, on my knees, I lifted her body on to her hands and knees. Her leather didn't come up with her, she said, "You've been real naughty while I was sleeping."

I pushed the leather to her knees, and then I placed my cock at the entrance of her ass. I shoved the head in her as she yelped. Inch by inch, my cock made its way into her.

"UGH, fuck my shithole, shove that cock in me." she screamed at me.

I did, I went as far as I could with my next thrust. Her ass was so tight, so wonderfully tight. I worked my shaft in and out of her ass. I liked having the control, as she had earlier.

But did I? She shoved her ass back to meet my plunging cock. She was grunting as I shoved it into her, but she was also loving it.

"God your cock feels good in my ass," she said. "Fuck it good and hard."

I reached around her body and played with her tits. Twisting her nipples. The little bones she had for piercings made nice handles to twist with.

My cock continued its assault on her ass, as she turned to look at me and said, "Shove that dick in me Roger." 

With my balls slapping her pussy, I thoroughly enjoyed fucking her tight ass. It wasn't going to be long before I ejaculated into her.

We had worked up another good sweat, as we impaled one another. I took one hand and touched her clit. Finding her button was easy, stiff and pouting as it was. Running my fingers over it, she quivered. I then went to working her clit real hard to get her off with me.

Her breast in one hand, clit in the other and my cock deep in her ass, was having its effect on her and me.

My cock exploded in her ass. I shot jet after jet of cum through her anal passage. She felt me get off and she too was reaching her climax.

"I'm cumming too, I'm cumming," she said.

I cupped her pussy as her juices streamed out. I rubbed those fluids on to her breasts. I then put my hand in her face and she licked it clean. My cock came out of her ass with a sucking noise, as my cum dripped from her puckered asshole.

I then went to the bathroom, cleaned up and returned to the bed. I slid underneath her and placed her tit in my mouth. I tasted her pussy all over it. I kissed and licked every inch of one breast, before going to the other.

While I was sucking titty, my hand went to her pussy, I slid three fingers into her, in one swift motion. My thumb was on her clit. Her sopping wet pussy coated my fingers quickly.




Raven



Her body was shaking on top of me, as I sucked her nipples and played with her pussy and clit.

"Give me your cock, I want to suck it," she said.

I stopped sucking her tit, looked at her and said, "If you want my cock, you're going to have to work for it."

I went back to sucking her nipples and continued fingering her cunt. Her hips bucked up and down on my fingers. My other hand reached over her back and was kneading her ass cheeks. Faster and faster her hips moved.

"Don't stop, don't stop now," she said between gritted teeth.

Her pussy was so wet; she was like a leaky faucet, as she once again started to orgasm. My hand went from her ass cheek and slid into her ass.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes," she hollered, as her juices flowed from her. Her cum streamed from her pussy, down my hand and wrist to my elbow.

I pulled my finger from her ass, and pussy, and then slid out from under her. She fell to the bed, trying to get her breath. 

I uncuffed her legs, but not her hands. My cock was raging at this point. Tossing the key back, I said, "Get on your back."

She turned, her arms crossing, but not to where it hurt her. I climbed on to her waist and leaned down to kiss her. Our tongues clashed, as we tried to suck each other's tongues down our throats. Releasing from the kiss, I placed my stiff dick between her breasts.

Pressing her tits together, they engulfed my rod. I began to fuck her lovely mounds. The tip of my cock bounced on her chin, as I held her nipples in my hands and ran my cock between those soft beautiful globes.

She lowered her chin and tried to catch my cock with her tongue. I shoved it up far enough so she could get a slight taste.

I watched as she tried to get my cock. Her mouth made a perfect circle and was so very inviting. As nice as it was to titty fuck her, I had to fuck her mouth again.

I released her breasts and slid in to her waiting mouth. I think I surprised her, just a little, as my cockhead hit her throat.

She bounced her head off the bed, taking it all in. I navigated my cock in and out of her mouth, as her tongue danced along the large vein that ran the length of my cock. My balls bounced off her chin with each forward thrust into her mouth.

My cock hardened and grew even more as I began to release my cum down her throat. I don't think she could even taste it; I was that deep in her mouth.

When I finished cuming I removed my dick from her mouth and lay by her side and kissed her. Her saliva was mixed with my cum.

I then uncuffed her hands, and we slept along side of one another.

I don't know what time we went to sleep, but I woke at 5AM. My face was nestled on her breast, so I sucked a nipple in to my mouth. My tongue licking her breast, I woke her up.

She was on her back, so I climbed between her legs and entered her pussy, it was still wet. She clung to me, as I did her, and we fucked like an old married couple in the missionary position.

We watched each others face, as our hips shoved into one another. My cock working like a well-oiled piston in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist, slamming her hips into me as we made love.

I kissed her breasts and lips and back to her breasts. We were just enjoying our coupling. Her hands were on the back of my neck, until I started to cum, she moved them to my ass and shoved me into her.

I ejaculated as hard then, as I had all night, and she rewarded me by cuming just as I did. I kissed her again and shoved my tongue in to her mouth. Her hands held my head as her tongue danced with mine.

After a while I showered, as she slept again. I ordered room service for us and woke her before it arrived. She showered, put on a robe and had breakfast with me.

After she ate and dressed, Raven came out of the bedroom with her bag and said, "Why don't you stop by and see me, next time your in town," as she opened the door and left.

The End