0 comments/ 58794 views/ 3 favorites Gothic By: Carol Marie It was nearing midnight as I pulled around the corner, parked and then put the top up to the car. As I walked away, I set the alarm and glanced around when it was set. Sometimes I've hated those alarm noises, seeming like intrusions in the night. But in this case, the neighborhood and all, it was a necessary precaution. There were a few couples leaning up against the building in various heights of passion. A man dressed in leather chaps with a naked ass walked by me and tipped his leather cap as if to say hello. In the darkened alley I smiled back at him. When I got to the front door of the club, I showed the doorman my "key card" and he opened the foyer door to allow me entrance. The loud bass of Nine Inch Nails was blaring out of speakers that hung from every corner in the room. There were hundreds of men and womyn dancing to the hypnotic beat. Most were dressed in Gothic attire, some were barely clad at all. There were many piercings and even a few mohawks from another era. The sweet smell of pot permeated the air and as I made my way thru the crowd to the bar I caught an occasional whiff of amyl nitrate. Talk about a blast from the past. Once at the bar I motioned for the bartender. I had to wait at least 10 minutes before she made her way over to me. I yelled for a cosmo and she smiled and returned to the mixing station. As she poured I took another look around the room, just as I turned to the right, I caught a tall statuesque redhead giving me the once over. I adjusted my strap so she could see I was packing and let a small smile appear just in the corner of my mouth. I watched as she slinked on over, running her tongue over her lips with each stride. I heard the bartender say, "that will be $6.50, and I handed her a ten spot and walked nearer to my luscious find. She and I met midway on the dance floor. The gyrating bodies around us added to the sexual friction. I took my goblet and raised it to her lips and she drank from it, leaving the dark color of her black lipstick around the rim. I ran my tongue around the rim after her, and then drank it all in one swallow. I felt her move her hands to my bulging crotch and I moved my leg in between her legs, pushing them apart. I felt her tugging on my toy and she smiled and started to move up and down on my extended leg. The music changed to the cocteau twins and the place became a wild scene with bodies everywhere jumping up and down, but my vixen was moving slowly, sensuously, riding my leg...rubbing up and down. I grabbed her waist with one hand and she threw her head back. I kissed her neck, almost biting as my teeth raked across her flesh. I felt her throat muscles as she laughed a deep low primal sound. Again I tried to bite her, this time I felt as her other hand came plunging down into my pants and stroking the top of the phallic toy. I pumped my pelvis into her, pushing in and then pulling away. She smiled and suggested that maybe we should go elsewhere, to which I agreed. I told her my car was around the corner. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bar where she ordered 2 more cosmos and we headed towards the door. I thought the bouncer would have stopped us with our drinks but he actually looked the other way when we approached. blindly he opened the door as we stepped into the cool night air. She was dressed in black satin, a lengthy dress just below her knees, with a slit that found its way to her ass. It was T strapped and one strap feel down upon her arm. She had a tattoo of a whip on the left side of her chest, just above her breast, but below the collar bone. She stood about 5ft 8" in spiked heels. As we walked thru the darkened alley she asked me if I cared to smoke. before she could utter another word I reached into my pocket and pulled out a blunt. Again I heard her laughter, it was seductive and somehow sinister and it drew me in to her like a moth to a flame. When we rounded the corner I hit the keyless beeper and she smiled when she saw the car. I opened her door for her and helped her get into the Z3. I watched as her dress inched up to her thighs revealing long slender bare legs. She caught me staring and asked me if there was anything there I liked that she could help me with. I smiled and quickly got into the car. We smoked as I drove towards Twin Peaks. The fog was just coming in as we did the zig zag approach to the crest. Just as we pulled into the parking lot, she slipped her hand into my pants, bringing a finger up slowly under the base of the dildo touching my clit. I almost drove over the edge, having to slam on the brakes as we hit the curb. She laughed and smiled again. I laughed with her. She then unzipped my pants, letting the head of the phallus spring to life. She leaned down and started sucking on the very tip, then with long slow licks up the shaft, and then down the other side. I was growing hotter watching her, seeing her body pumped on the toy in my pants. I felt her fingers toying with my wetness and I grabbed her ass as it moved up and down in the seat. When I could stand it no more, I pushed her away from me and stood to get out of the car. I pulled her from the sporty and laid her back down on the rear of the car. I watched as she slid her dress up to expose her naked belly and furry patch. I knelt to the ground before her and buried my face in her scented pouch. My tongue flew inside of her and I heard her gasp. My hands grabbed at her ass and pulled her cheeks apart and then slipped a finger so sweetly into her brown pearl. Again she rocked and moaned in my ear. The night air was cold on my ass as I knelt there in the blacktop with my tongue flailing wild on her clit. She started to beg me, saying she needed me, but still I stayed locked into her, feeling as she reeled and bucked into my face. I slipped 2 fingers into her wet and almost came full myself. She was heaven to touch and I wanted so much more from her. When I thought she had begged me good, I stood up and threw her legs up against my shoulders and pushed the head of the dildo into her slowly. She begged still more, asking me to take her hard. I pushed all the way into her and then pulled out suddenly from her suctioning grip. Again I drove hard into her, listening to the sounds from her throat. My body ached as I dove into her time and time again. She was smiling and moaning, sometimes her face contorted, all the while calling me daddy. I was standing on my toes trying to reach her as she pulled her body from me with the last few strokes. I took the dildo out of her and replaced the wide toy with 2 fingers. She moved closer to me once again and I felt the swolleness of her labia as I pushed inside. Her legs found the pavement and soon her fingers found me. I arched as I filled her hand with my sweet liquid, and she filled mine with hers. I felt her mouth sucking on my neck, bringing up welts of joy. I kissed her neck and let my teeth sink in a little deeper. I heard her cry out," O. Cary," driving me wilder with passion. Just then the sound of another car winding the bend was heard and I moved with her into the shadows of the night. She pulled her dress down and I pulled up my slacks. A limo with Asian tourists stopped to admire the view. I pointed to a star and told my date it belonged to her. She laughed again and I held the door for her. she slipped inside and I drove back to the club. Gothic It started innocently enough. I write for a living, and often do interviews for various story ideas. This time it was for a series of short stories depicting the world of the gothic set, so called vampires and the like. If I got enough information I planned on turning it into a full novel. I interviewed dozens of young people, some simply into the whole thing as a way to shock their parents, others truly living the lifestyle. Then he came. Tall, lean, powerful, beautiful. His hair was down to his firm ass, jet black, shining in the waning light of the setting sun. His eyes were a startling shade of green, glowing from his clean shaven, pale face. He spoke with a voice soft as silk, deep as the ocean. I was shocked at the tingle that ran down my spine. I am well past thirty, sliding rapidly towards forty, a BBW... leaving off the second 'B' in my own opinion. Hair once a vivid red, now mostly silver and eyes of a muted green. He looked at me that first evening as if he knew me... knew my inner most secrets. He was young, twenty-five. Yet he seemed so wise, as if bearing a very old soul. We talked for several hours, me at my computer typing away as he answered every question I put to him. He sat in a chair beside me, serene, looking almost amused. After he left I had to masturbate several times to ease the surges of passion left in his wake. I was embarrassed and confused. I had not been with anyone in some time, men do not flock to the door of a fat lady... but never had simply talking to a man affected me so profoundly. Days past, I was lost in my work, creating images of their world with my words. Imagine my surprise when the phone rang and it was him... calling to see if he could come over for a visit. I said yes, not bothering to hide the surprise in my voice. I worked for a short time after that, then went to try and relax in a hot bath. I found myself using scented oils, letting my waist length hair dry naturally and leaving it loose. I felt like a pretty young girl, awaiting her date. I dressed in a mid-calf length dress of soft black velvet, no shoes and to my own amazement... no panties or bra. I chided myself for being a foolish woman but I could not stop the pounding of my heart as I heard his boots on the front steps. He smiled at me, reaching out to touch my cheek gently. "I missed you" He said and leaned in to kiss me, lips warm, soft. Before I could react he was taking off his leather trench coat, revealing a metal mesh shirt and tight leather pants, a chain of shining metal acting as a belt. I was stunned and said as much. "Why did you kiss me?" I asked as he guided me into the living room, hands strong and warm on my arm. He smiled and sat beside me on the sofa, one finger trailing along my velvet clad thigh. "I have been dreaming... of you in my arms, moaning as I made love to you... begging me for more when I tied you to your bed to tease you until you weep with need. I like large women, older ones rather than younger... I love the wisdom in their eyes, the rich tones as they cry out from the pleasure I bring them. I have been waiting for the one... the one that would make me dream...." I was enthralled by his voice, by the touch of his hand on my leg. He kissed me again, tongue teasing mine as his large hands caressed my breasts. I moaned and melted into him, shaking hands gripping his shoulders. He lifted the hem of my dress, teasing up my inner thigh slowly. When he reached my wetness I cried out softly, legs opening wider for him. He pressed two fingers into me as his thumb rubbed my swollen clit. I was not aware of my body image as I usually was during sex... the rolls of flesh, the stretch marks... the scar from an emergency hysterectomy. All I was aware of was him, his hands, lips, voice. I climaxed violently, screaming out his name over and over. He smiled as he helped me to my feet. His erection stained against the tight confines of the shining black leather and as we made our way to the bedroom he walked behind me, pressing against my buttocks. I was dizzy with desire, nipples taut, wetness flowing from me. His hands with their sharp black nails grasped my waist as we walked, lightly digging into the material of my dress, pressing against my skin. He undressed me with gentle care, kissing, caressing my heated skin. When he laid me onto the bed he took off his chain belt, and silently wrapped it around my wrists, attaching it to the metal frame of my king-sized bed with a small lock. I trusted this man... why I didn't know. He brushed his fingers over me lightly, teasingly. I was moaning, writhing as he left not an inch of me untouched. He lowered his head to let his silky hair trail over me. I was wild now... moaning loudly, hips rising and falling in hopes of being touched. He whispered in my ear softly. "Not yet... wait my dream... soon." He undressed in front of me, muscles rippling like a young god. His erection sprang free, long, thick, beautiful like him. He traced patterns on my skin with his nails, leaving red welts as he pressed just hard enough to make the pain part of the intense pleasure. "Please!" I begged. He kissed my neck and then moved to suckle my nipples, nipping and flicking them with his tongue. He spoke not a word as he kissed down my body, biting me and leaving small dark passion marks behind. My body was on fire, a thin sheen of sweat covering me. He, on the other hand was calm, cool, his pale skin not even flushed. Only his eyes and his erection betrayed his need, his desire. Those glowing eyes seemed to fill his face, gleaming with an other-worldly light. His erection twitched, a clear drop of pre-cum peeking out from the tip. He licked the out lips of my womanhood lightly, then paused. He slid from the bed and ignoring my cries of frustration padded into the bathroom, moving with animal grace. He came back with my razor and my shaving gel. He set them on the bed and left again, returning with a bowl of warm water and a soft cloth. He shaved me gently, pausing once in a while to tease my clit. It was so erotic to feel the cool metal of the razor gliding over my flesh, to watch the rising passion in his eyes as he left my skin silky and bare. He wiped me clean with the warm, wet cloth and after putting everything away he came back to me and smiling, lowered his head between my quivering legs. His tongue probed me tenderly at first, teasing, exploring. Then he nipped at my clit lightly, making me jump and moan. When he thrust two fingers inside me as he sucked hard on my clit I wailed like a mad woman. He brought me to the edge and stopped, positioning himself over me. With one hand he took the lock key from the bedside table and released my hands. Then with a moan slipping past his lips he thrust into me, sheathing himself fully within my aching wetness. He nipped at my lower lip before whispering. "Show me how good it feels...." I dug my nails into his back and slammed my hips upwards, nearly sobbing in raw pleasure. He sank his sharp white teeth into my shoulder as he moved over me. The pain blended with the pleasure and I thought I would pass out from it all. But I didn't, instead I writhed and thrashed beneath him as he drove me into one earth shaking orgasm after another. When he finally climaxed he cried out my name reverently, shuddering and moaning. He lay atop me, panting softly as he held me tightly to him. I stroked his soft hair gently, mind unable to form coherent speech. He raised his head and kissed me, looking into my eyes. "I will move in tomorrow, I will help you write by making your words into art. I will never leave you or need anyone else... you are my dream." It is three years later. He sits beside me, pencil in hand as he draws my words. He looks at me and smiles, pausing to place a kiss in my naked breast. No one understands our world, but that's okay... it's our dream. Gothic My hair pulled back in a long ponytail all but a few strands curled down the sides of my face. Dark makeup, an eyebrow ring, black leather choker around my neck, a tight black leather studded bra. You can see a tat of a little red rose on my right breast, bear belly, tight black leather Minnie skirt and black leather knee high boots with spiked heels, You do like the Goth look? Don't you Babyyy :) I'm tell you what I look like because (your hands are tied with silk scarves to the bed and there is another one over your eye's as a blindfold) I just want you to know what I look like as I make you cum .I craw up on the bed, between your legs and up over your body as I softly kiss you here and there, moving all the way up your body slowly. I bend down and kiss you softly on the lips sliding my tongue slowly in-between them and taste you, and I move over to your jaw slowly licking you. I trail your ear, nibbling softly on your earlobe, I trace your ear with my tongue and slide it down your neck, sucking on you and you feel me open my legs and move them to your sides as I sit on top of you. Feeling my breath on your neck as I still suck and lick on you. I don't have any panties on, so you can feel how wet I am as my pussy touches your hard cock under me. I Love the way your cock feels between my wet pussy lips and I start grinding on you slowly, I can tell you like this, your getting harder, I can feel your cock growing longer and thicker and your moaning "Babyyy" in my ear as I suck on you and rub your dick with my wet pussy. I slip back up to your ear and whisper low to you (Your my FUCK, Babyyy ...and I'm your GOTH SLUT ...and I'm going to make you cum hard inside me) I move down, sliding my hole body down so I can lick your nipples and trace my way down to your belly, sucking on you, I hear your breathing deepen and I take your thick hard cock in my hand and stroke it as I start to lick you just under your balls until I reach the beginning of your shaft, Then I lick your cock slowly all the way up to the head and I run my tongue all over the head of your dick, and I'm making myself wet as hell, fucking you with my mouth always makes me hot, I can almost cum with you in my mouth. Stroking your cock long and slow with my lips and rubbing your cock with my tongue as you slide in and out of my mouth. You can feel me moaning with you deep in inside me, and without seeing me you know I'm playing with my pussy. You ask me to let you watch, but I can't stop yet. I pull you out of my mouth and start jacking your cock on my tongue and I slide it in about 2 inches and I'm still jacking you. Little faster now. I taste your pre-cum as I suck your cock. Slipping on top of you, I stand up on my knees. I take your blindfold off and you watch me as I slide my skirt up a little over my hips so I can open my legs a little wider and I slip the straps of my bra down over my shoulder and I take your thick hard cock and rub the head all over my wet pussy, I bend down as you take my nipple into your mouth as we drive each other crazyyy for a while. I've been waiting to hear it, and you reach up to my ear and say " Your my slut, my fuck, and I want you to fuck me HARD now" And I stand up on my knees with your cock swollen still in my hand, I rub the head over my clit and to my hole where I slowly lower myself on it, feeling you spreading my pussy open as your cock goes deep inside me. I put my hands between my legs and I open my fingers around your think hard cock and I move up and down as you slide in and out. I grind my wet swollen pussy on your cock each time I go down I feel you pushing up, meeting me with every thrust. I can hear your breathing speed up. I love to hear you. I watch you as you watch me fucking you. I start fucking you harder and faster. I put my left hand behind me, on your thigh and I feel your balls touch my ass every time I come back down. You watch as I play with my clit and fuck you. I bring my hands up just over your shoulders to brace myself. I stare into your eyes as I rock my hips back and forth and stroke your throbbing cock inside me. We cum together, our bodies explode together. I bend down and kiss you and untie your hands. You put your arms around me and pull me over on my side never pulling out of me. You can still feel me throbbing deep inside as you lay between my legs and rock slowly so I can feel your cock deep inside getting harder, fucking me slowly, you reach behind me pulling my hair so my head goes back and you start biting softly on my neck. With your free hand you start playing with my clit and make me wetter. With one hand on your neck I place the other one on your ass pulling you in closer as I feel you stroking me from inside. You move faster as I moan loader. You bring your mouth down and start sucking on my tits, driving me over the edge, you know I'm going to cum again and you hold me tight as you fuck me faster and harder. I scream your name as I start to cum and you fuck me harder. You feel my hot cum all over your cock as you slide in and out of my wet throbbing pussy. You pull your cock out of me and start jacking it off on my pussy. Kissing me deep as you rub the head of your cock all over my swollen clit and I feel your cum so hot all over my pussy, I bring my hand down and rub your cum all over my clit as you finish Cumming. We're still kissing long and slow and I suck on your tongue just like I would suck on your cock if it was in deep in my mouth. I Love Being Your Fuck Babyyy, You fuck me sooo good :) Gothic Daughter-in-Law I'm not a young guy anymore. Modesty prevents me from telling you my age, but I'm in my mid-fifties. And I think it would be a safe bet that there aren't too many guys my age who can say that they get to enjoy sex with a younger woman. Of course, then again, I don't think that there are many guys out there who can say that they get to fuck their daughters either! Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know what some of you out there are probably thinking, and quite frankly, I don't care. You can call me a 'pervert' or a 'cheating bastard' all you want, but you shouldn't really judge me until you have heard my side of the story. See, it all started with my son Edward. He had always been different. Whereas I'm a pretty big guy and have kept in pretty good shape over the years, my son was a scrawny young man. As he grew older, he stayed pretty lean and wiry. He never put on much weight, or muscle for that matter. And when he finally hit high school, he got into the Goth scene -- started wearing make-up and lots of black clothes , adopted some pretty shocking hair styles, and got into music by 'The Cure,' 'Siouxsie and the Banshees,' 'Bauhaus,' and 'Sisters of Mercy.' At first, my wife and I thought it was just a phase. You know, a lot of kids go through that sort of thing during their teen years. But as the years went on, we've pretty much come to accept that it wasn't just a phase. When Edward finally went away to college, he naturally drifted to the Goth crowd on campus. And that is where he met Amelia, his future wife, and my future daughter. To say that Amelia is the perfect match for my son would be an understatement. Thin and petite, she is the perfect little Gothic beauty. Although she barely has any boobs, Amelia tends to wear sexy corsets, leather dresses and other revealing clothes that show off her lithe body. She keeps her hair cut short and dyed various colors (currently it's black), and a variety of tattoos show up on her flawless, pale white skin. She also has several piercings in her ears, nose, eye brow, lip and tongue. The first time that my wife and I met Amelia was when Edward brought her over to the house during his Spring break. She was clad in a tight fitting leather dress, torn fishnets, and knee high boots, and her short hair was dyed a bright shade of red. With her body piercings and numerous tattoos standing out boldly against her pale skin, she looked like some sort of undead hooker or something. My wife took an instant dislike towards Amelia, using words like 'slut' and 'trash' to describe her, but I found myself strangely attracted to the young woman. That night, they slept over at the house. That same night, I also made passionate love to my wife with an intensity that I hadn't had in years. And the whole time I was thinking about Amelia. As I pounded away my wife's well used, middle aged cunt, I wondered what it would be like to fuck Amelia's tight young body. And when I finally shot load after load deep into her womb, I imagined Amelia lying beneath me, her beautiful Gothic body art fully exposed. Naturally, I never revealed this fantasy to my wife. I think she would have killed me if I said anything. They left the next morning but fortunately for me, Edward and Amelia stayed over at the house several other times. Each time, Amelia looked sexier and sexier, coming over clad in leather dresses, black lace, plaid miniskirts and other shocking outfits. It was like a Gothic fashion show or something. I tried to make conversation with her, but I never got the feeling Amelia wanted to talk to me. That was all right, though, because I would usually just fantasize about her and jerk off or fuck my wife. But the whole time I was thinking of my little Gothic vixen. Eventually Edward and Amelia wound up getting married. They had a Gothic themed wedding, of course, held in an old Serbian Orthodox Church downtown and complete with a DJ from a local Goth club. All of their friends were there, clad in black, but it was Amelia who really caught my attention. True to form, she was clad in a lacey black dress and high heels, and held a bouquet of withered black roses. By this point, her she had dyed her hair black again, which contrasted nicely with her ivory colored skin. I had to give her credit; Amelia made a sexy little Goth bride! I had an instant hard on when I saw her, and spent a good part of the wedding hoping that nobody would notice my erection. That would have been rather embarrassing to try explaining away. Now, as far as I knew, Edward and Amelia were living a happily married life this whole time, so imagine my surprise when I got a phone call out of the blue from my son one night asking if he could stay with us! Apparently, they had fallen on hard times and couldn't afford to stay in their apartment down town any more. They were getting evicted in a few days, and since they didn't have anyone else to turn to, Edward asked if I would let them stay over at my house. "Just until we can get back on our feet," he assured me over the phone. I agreed to let them stay over as long as they felt they needed. Of course, part of the reason was because I liked the idea of having Amelia running around the house in her skimpy little outfits, but then, I wasn't going to tell Edward that. We spoke on the phone for a bit longer, working out the details, and I told him that they were both welcome to come over as soon as they got all their stuff packed. They showed up a couple of days later, and Edward and I cleared out his old bed room, which I had since made into a private study. We moved my computer and books out of there, cleaned it up, and then unpacked all of the stuff that they had brought over from the apartment. We even went out to Wal-Mart and bought a new mattress so that they could sleep in the bed room. I did my best to try and make them feel welcome, but I noticed that my son was almost never home. He was always going out late and doing stuff, leaving Amelia at home with us, which was actually fine by me. After all, it never hurts to have two ladies in the house. But Amelia wasn't much for conversation. Or at least, she never seemed to have much interest in talking to me. She seemed to get along just fine with my wife, and they would usually share a cup of coffee together in the mornings, or sometimes even go out shopping together, despite their wildly different tastes in fashion. Unfortunately, Amelia didn't seem to want to give me the time of day. Nonetheless, her 'ice queen' act didn't do much to dampen my attraction towards her. In fact, if anything, it only made me lust after her all the more. Sometimes I would stay up late at night and surf the web, looking for pictures or videos that would feed my lust for hot little Goth chicks -- you know, girls with dark style, dyed hair, lots of tattoos and body modifications, that sort of stuff. Sometimes I would just go to sites like 'suicide girls' and look for girls that reminded me of Amelia to jerk off to. After all, it was just a harmless fantasy of mine and wasn't hurting anyone, right? Well, imagine my surprise when one night I accidentally stumbled across some naked pictures of Amelia on the internet! Oh sure, she was using a fake name and all, but there was no doubt in my mind that it was her. Even her tattoos and piercings were the same! Needless to say, I quickly book marked the web site and then proceeded to look through her various pictures, saving them to a hidden folder on my desk top. I looked at my gothic daughter in various sexy outfits, striking erotic poses, and in various stages of undress. There were no hard core pictures of her, but there were some pictures of her masturbating or playing with herself. Feeling myself starting to get hard, I quickly unzipped my pants and started to rub my cock. But before I could get too far, I heard a knock on the door and closed all of the windows on my desktop. I swiftly slid my prick back into my pants before anyone could see what I was up to. "Hey honey," said my wife as she entered the study, "I was just wondering, are you coming to bed soon?" "Yeah," I said as I turned around, trying not to reveal my erection, "I just wanted to finish typing up a few more things and then I'll come to bed." "All right," she said, "I would wait up for you, but I've got to go on a business trip tomorrow morning, so I'm leaving at around 5 o'clock." "I'll be in a moment or two," I responded, "I'll try not to wake you up if you're asleep." "That's considerate of you," she said, flashing me a broad smile. She left the room, and I sat there for a few minutes, relieved that she hadn't caught me drooling over naked pictures of our daughter online. By the time I got back to the bed room, my wife was already asleep. Not wanting to wake her, I decided to lie down and go to sleep myself. I kissed my wife on the cheek and laid down beside her. Soon, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of my naked daughter-in-law in all of her gothic glory. By the time I got up the next morning, my wife had already left to catch her morning flight, leaving just me and Amelia together at the house by ourselves. Since I didn't get a chance to jerk off last night, I figured I would take a nice hot shower and maybe finish up. Going to the bath room, I turned on the shower and let it steam up the room. The mirrors started to fog up, and I got in. After washing my hair and soaping up my body, I closed my eyes and started to think about Amelia. Having finally seen her naked last night, it didn't take much to get me hard again. Once I was hard, I started to jerk off, thinking about her lithe young tattooed body. I finished up and shot my load, letting it sink down the drain. Then, still dripping wet, I turned off the shower and stepped out. Unfortunately, at that very moment Amelia opened the door and barged in on me. Clad only in a lacey black negligee and with her hair still a mess from waking up, she walked right in on me as I got out of the shower! I stood there, naked and dripping wet, with my still semi-erect penis just hanging out in the open. Amelia looked at me in shock, but her eyes almost instantly were drawn down to the massive prick dangling between my legs. "Oh my God," she gasped, and put her hand over her mouth. I tried to wrap a towel around my waist, but Amelia had already run out of the room. 'God damn it,' I thought to myself, 'How the hell am I going to explain this?' I wanted to chase after her and try and say something, but I thought I should at least dry myself off first, and maybe get dressed. Maybe give her a little time to calm down. After toweling off and drying my hair, I went back to the bed room and got dressed, then went down stairs and poured myself a bowl of cereal. I turned on the radio and listened to some morning news and traffic. After a few minutes had gone by, I thought enough time had passed that Amelia would have calmed down and gotten dressed. I went back up stairs and knocked on Edward and Amelia's bed room door. "Hey Amelia," I said nervously, "Sorry about that, I should have locked the bath room door. Are you all right?" There was an uneasy pause. I pressed my ear up to her door, trying to listen in and see if I could hear anything. The only sound that came through was the faint sound of gothic rock as Amelia blasted Bauhaus over her CD player. I could make out the lyrics to 'Bela Lugosi's Dead' even through the door. Not hearing any movement, I decided to knock again. "Amelia," I asked, with some trepidation... This time, Amelia came to the door, now wearing a black silken night robe over her negligee. She peeked out at me apprehensively. "No," she said, "It's fine really. I just... didn't expect to see you there. You know, all wet and naked." "No problem," I said as I smiled at her, "If you are hungry, I've got some breakfast down stairs. You are welcome to join me. Is Edward here?" "No," she said rather caustically, "He's out... he's always out. I don't know where." "Well," I responded, "You're still welcome to join me for breakfast, if you would like." She pursed her lips, which were coated with a layer of black lipstick. "Yes," she said, "I think I would like that a lot. I'll be down in a couple of minutes. Just let me get dressed, okay?" "All right," I responded as she closed her door, "I'll see you down stairs." I went back down stairs and started to fix her a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice. I know it's not much, but then I'm not really much of a cook either. About five minutes later, Amelia came down stairs dressed in all of her gothic finery. She was wearing a tight little leather mini-dress, torn fishnets and arm warmers, and some pretty formidable high heels boots. To be honest, I wasn't even sure how she could walk in shoes like that! "Nice of you to join me," I said, "Do you want a bowl of cereal?" "Sure," she said, sitting down at the table, "So where is Mrs. Robertson? I haven't seen her today." "Oh," I said, "She didn't tell you? She works as a sales rep for a cosmetic company. They have some sort of big deal going down, so she had to catch a flight this morning. She'll be out of down for a couple of days." "I see," she said. "And what about Edward," I asked, "Do you know where he has been?" "To be honest," she sighed, "I don't really know. Lately he has just been going out with his friends, hanging out and bars and clubs, that sort of thing. I don't know what he does any more." "Well, if it makes you feel any better, neither do I. In fact, I don't think I've known what he has been up to since his senior year of high school." She smiled as I passed her the bowl of cereal. "I guess that just means it's you and me today," I said, "Do you want orange juice or grape fruit juice?" "Grape fruit please," she said. For the first time since I'd met her, I sat down and had a nice conversation with my daughter while we ate breakfast. It was actually very nice. But then, about half way through the meal, she dropped the biggest bomb shell I could have ever expected. "Listen Mr. Robertson," she said hesitantly, "last night I was going through the computer and, ummm, noticed that someone had been looking at naked pictures of me and..." 'Shit,' I thought to myself, 'I knew that I had forgotten to clear out the cache last night!' "Look Amelia," I started to say, but she quickly interrupted me. "No," she responded, "It's fine, really. But I was going to ask..." "Yes," I said rather nervously. "I was just going to ask... Do you really find me attractive? Do you really want to have sex with me?" I didn't know what to say. Yes, obviously I found her attractive. I had long fantasized about her, but I never thought I would be confronted by it. This was my daughter for crying out loud, not just some random affair with a stranger. Not knowing what else to do, I just nodded my head. "And," she said, "your penis... its so... huge! I've never seen one that big before!" Now, I'll admit that I am a pretty big guy, but I'd never thought of myself as being especially well endowed before. But I guess Amelia being so petite and waifish made it seem even bigger too her, especially since she had only been around scrawny guys before. She'd never had a real man's cock in her I guessed! "But what about your husband," I asked her, "What about my son!?!?" "That's the thing," she said coyly, "Edward doesn't fuck me anymore. He doesn't do anything with me anymore!" She got up from the table, seductively making her way over to my side of the table. She rubbed her pale, skinny body up against me, groping my already hard cock with her delicate hand. "Amelia," I said, half heartedly in protest, but I didn't have anything to finish that sentence. Pressing up against me, she brought her black lips to mine and passionately kissed me. Any rational objections I could have had to this went straight out the window at that point. I started to make out with her, pushing my tongue into her mouth and enjoying the feel of her skinny little Goth frame pressed up against my body. It was getting me hot. She pulled away for a moment and whispered in my ear. "Besides," she whispered, "Edward doesn't have a big cock like yours to fuck me with! I fucking need that inside of me, filling up my cunt!" I didn't need any more coaching by this point. "All right," I said, "Let's do it! Let's fuck, right here and right now!" "Sounds good to me," she said as she started to unlace her corset. Gracefully, she slipped it off, revealing her small, but firm and perky, breasts. Fortunately, Amelia had no need to wear a bra at her size. Her little nipples were pierced and stood up, already hard. Walking over to her, I proceeded to flick her pierced nipples with my fingers, then I gently pinched them, eliciting an excited moan from her lips. "Ohhhh," she sighed, "That feels so good!" Just as I had suspected, the piercings made her nipples all the more sensitive. Deciding to take advantage of this, I cupped her tiny boobs in my hands, groping them as I fondled her sexy young body. Then, I brought my mouth over her nipples and started to forcefully suck on her breast. Amelia continued to moan as I worked my magic on her body. Taking advantage of this, I rubbed my hand down her body. Bringing it between her legs, I snaked my hand up her skirt. Considering how short it was, this was a pretty easy task. I rubbed up against her legs, feeling the fabric of her torn fishnets, as I brought my hand up to her already moist cunt and started to finger her. Combined with my mouth on her breast, this made her pleasures all the more intense. "Oh yes," she said breathlessly, "Keep working me! You're fucking amazing! Keep going!" With her encouragement, I kept toying with her tight young body, bringing her just to the brink of ecstasy. She moaned in pleasure, bordering on orgasm, and I could feel her cunt getting wet. "Mmmm," she moaned, her dark eyes closed and her head tossed back as she was lost in rapture. Soon Amelia opened her mouth in wordless pleasure, her black lips making an 'o' and her eyes closed hard. Her breathing became harder, and her body tensed. I knew she was about to reach a climax soon. I kept working her until she finally went over the edge. Amelia's entire body tightened as wave after wave of ecstasy went through her petite body. Then, she stopped, pausing to catch her breath after the ordeal. "Oh my God," she exclaimed loudly, "That was fucking amazing!" "Yes, I bet that it was," I nodded, with an evil grin on my face, "But we're not quite done yet. You wanted me to fuck you, right? Well, I'm not stopping. I'm going to take you right here, in the kitchen!" An excited look came over Amelia's face. "But first," I said, "Let's get you naked." I reached over and helped Amelia slip out of her lacey black dress. She carefully set it aside, clearly not wanting to see it get damaged. She then bent down to start taking off her high heeled boots, but I stopped her. "No," I ordered her, "Leave them on. I think it would be hot to fuck you with your boots on." Obediently, Amelia stood up and slid her thin, black panties down her leg, leaving her thigh-high boots, and fishnet stockings, on. It was a very sexy little touch, which I greatly appreciated. She tossed the panties aside, letting them land on the floor. "First," I said as I embraced her, "I think I might need a little help getting lubricated down there, if you get my drift." I shot a look down at my already hard cock, which was still sticking out of my pants. Amelia immediately got the message, and went down on her knees. As I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants, Amelia started to massage my stiff dick with her hands. Like a pro, she delicately worked it with her hands until it started to drip pre-cum. Soon, I had a full nine inches sticking out at her. Gothic Daughter-in-Law "It's so big," she said, looking at my fully erect member in awe, "I'm not sure it will fit!" "Let's give it a try anyway," I said, stroking my cock to make sure it stayed nice and hard. Amelia knelt down and tried to wrap her black lips around my cock. She had some trouble at first, but finally got the tip into her mouth and started to suck on her. It was now clear to me that the young woman had never been fucked by anybody as well endowed as I am. As she struggled to get my massive prick into her mouth, I slowly ran my fingers through her short, jet black hair. She bobbed up and down, trying to fit as much of my length into her mouth as she could. With my hands still entangled in her short hair, I gentled pulled her head up, trying to help her get more of my shaft into her throat. There was some resistance at first, but I just kept pushing away. Letting my moistened cock pop out of her mouth, she looked up at me and smiled. She looked absolutely stunning, kneeling down on the floor, with her pierced breasts sticking up at me, and all of her tattoos and body art on display for me to see. "Mmmmm," she said, "Tasty! I want to drink your cum!" Amelia went back to work on my cock, sucking furiously on my erect member. As it got harder, and bigger, she alternated between sucking on it and rubbing it between her pert little boobs, letting me titty-fuck her athletic young body. Her breasts are so small, though, that she had to press them together to make enough cleavage for me to fuck. Quite frankly, I don't even know why she bothered, but you don't hear me complaining! By this point, her black lipstick was starting to get smeared along the shaft of my cock. Amelia didn't even care. She just kept sucking away, with me pushing her head. I started to push harder, until finally I felt something give way. I pushed into her mouth until I could feel the head of my cock enter her throat. Looking down at my little gothic vixen, I could see her clenching her fists as I fucked her throat deeper than any other man ever had. With my dick stuffing her mouth, Amelia tried to say something, but I didn't care. All I could make out was some muffled gibberish. I could feel the piercing in her tongue gently tickling my cock and started to tense up. It was as if Amelia knew what was coming because her body seemed to stiffen as well. Within moments, the head of my cock flared and then I shot my load deep into her throat. Like a good little cum slut, Amelia swallowed every last drop of my seed. As my cock started to go soft, Amelia kept sucking it off, trying to make sure she could clean it off. I looked down at Amelia. Her black lipstick and heavy eye liner was smeared all over her face, and her short, stylish hair was now a mess. Satisfied, I pulled out of her mouth, letting some of my jizz drip out of her mouth and down her smooth chest. Amelia ran her finger along the trail of my jizz, scooping it up on the tip of her index finger. "Mmmm," Amelia cooed, licking the gob of my sperm off her finger, "That was delicious! Nobody has ever throat fucked me like that before!" "You ever been fucked on a table top before," I asked her. "No," she replied, seemingly shocked I still had this much left in me. "Well you are about to," said, reaching down to help her get back on her feet. Amelia stood up and I helped lift her up onto the table top where we had just eaten breakfast. "Now that I'm nice and lubed up," I said, "I think it should fit quite nicely." "Do it," she commanded me, "Fuck me with your monster cock! Just fucking rip me apart!" Just the sweet, melodic sound of her voice speaking to me like that was enough to get me instantly hard again. My prick stiffened as I looked down at this pale, naked beauty lying on my kitchen table. Not needing any further coaxing, I eagerly pressed the tip of my engorged member at the entrance to her cunt. "You ready," I asked her, "Because I could fuck you all night long..." Looking down at this sexy waif, I wasn't so sure of that though. I had always known that Amelia was a skinny girl, but seeing her nude body sprawled out on top of my kitchen counter only reminded me of just how frail looking she really was. I could make out the outline of her ribs and hips, and could see her thin belly. I almost was afraid that I would destroy this sexy little goth girl with my huge cock. "Yes," she said ever so softly, "Go ahead and fuck me. I'm ready for you to take me, to ravish me! I want you to tear my fucking cunt apart!" Once again, I had to hand it to Amelia. She really had this dirty talk down pat. It made fucking my gothic little daughter all the more enjoyable. I hesitated for a moment, just for a moment, and then lifted Amelia's legs up in the air and pressed the tip of my prick against the entrance to her vagina. I took a deep breath, and proceeded to enter her already moist cunt. Even though we were both soaking wet by this point and well lubricated, it still took some effort for me to enter her. Amelia squirmed and moaned beneath me. I looked down, and saw that she had her eyes closed shut and her teeth clenched. Her breathing was heavy and labored as she tried to accommodate the length of my member. "Boy," I jokingly said to her as I panted from exertion, "You weren't kidding when you said you'd never fucked anyone with a cock this big." "Yeah," she said breathlessly, "And... I've... slept... around... Mmmm....." Amelia seemed to be overcome by either pain or pleasure, or maybe even both, as I worked my way deeper into her womanhood. There was some slight resistance at first, but it decreased as I worked my member further into her tight little hole. 'Yeah,' I sarcastically thought to myself, 'I never would have guessed from the way you dress or talk...' "All right, get ready to brace yourself Amelia," I told her as I kept trying to work my way into her tight young cunt, "I'm going to start fucking you. I'll try to be gentle at first." "Ummm hmmm," she moaned quietly beneath me, her eyes still clenched tightly shut. I had to give Amelia credit here though. She kept thrusting her hips, trying to squeeze as much of my manhood into her cunt as she could. To help her, I started to pump away as well, gently at first but slowly building up in tempo. It was hard, but slowly pleasure started to replace the pain. I could a change come over Amelia as she started to moan in ecstasy. Her eyes were still closed, but a smile came over her face while I continued to passionately fuck her. Amelia proved very receptive to this, eagerly moving her lithe young body underneath me as I pounded away at her tight cunt. She squirmed and moaned in pleasure, lost in pure rapture with each thrust. By this point, I had managed to get almost the entire length of my shaft into her pussy. Slowly pulling out, I teased her with my cock, and then I thrust all nine inches of my manhood into her vagina! "Ohhh," she said through her clenched teeth, "That feels so good! Yeah! Keep it up!" I was more than willing to oblige her request, and continued thrusting in and out of her cunt. I could feel her cunt stretching out to accommodate me. I hadn't fucked anything this tight for years! The feeling was absolutely amazing! Amelia wrapped her pale legs around me as I slammed into her. She still had her boots and fishnets on, which somehow made the whole thing feel that much sexier. For such a scrawny young woman, her legs were surprisingly strong. I suppose she must have had a fair amount of practice fucking other guys. Eventually, though, I could feel myself starting to tense up. "Amelia," I said, tapping her gently, "I'm about to cum!" "Yes," she screamed out, "Do it! Cum inside me! Fucking shoot your load!" I continued to fuck the hot young goth girl on top of the counter. I tightly grabbed her hips as I continued to fuck her, making sure that I could get some traction. "But I'm not wearing a condom," I said as I continued to pump her tight little cunt. "I don't care Mr. Robertson," she said, "Do it anyway! Cum inside me and make me pregnant! I don't really give a shit! Make me carry your child!" "All right then," I said. And then, just like that, I shot my load deep into my daughter's womb. I could feel her tight young body tense up as I came inside of her. Amelia moaned in pleasure as my hot seed sprayed inside of her. I thrust in a couple more times, making sure that I was done, and then slowly pulled out of her. "Whew," I said, trying to catch my breath after such an intense fuck session. "Wow," Amelia said, seemingly at a loss for words, "I've never been fucked like that before! I've never had a real cock fill me up like that!" "Oh yeah," I asked her. "No," she said, "Even your son isn't hung like that. He's actually kind of scrawny... You are so much better than he is!" "Is that so," I asked her. "Yeah," she nodded, "At least... he's never fucked me like that!" I reached down to help Amelia get up off the counter. Both of us were hot and sticky, covered in a thin sheet of sweat from our intense round of love making. Amelia started to take off her boots. "We had better get washed up," I said, "You can use the shower up stairs if you'd like." "All right," said the naked goth girl as she started to go up the stairs. "And then," I added, almost after the fact, "Maybe you could join me by the swimming pool out back. Do you have a bikini?" "Yes," she said as she went upstairs towards the bath room, "Yes I do..." I stayed downstairs and watched her, giving me a nice view of her tight little ass. Man that was a nice firm butt! I thought to myself how hot it would be to fuck my sexy little goth vixen up her ass. After a while, I decided to change into my swim trunks myself, so I went up stairs to my bed room and got changed as well. While Amelia took a nice hot shower, I went down and got the pool ready for her. I decided to get in and start swimming around while I waited for her. After all, it could take her a couple of minutes to shower and get changed into her swim suit. Sure enough, eventually Amelia came down to join me by the pool. She was wearing a tiny black bikini with a thong and a skull and cross bone motif over her perky little boobs. I could make out her sexy nipple piercings through the thin black fabric of her bikini top. Only Amelia could manage to make a bikini go with the goth look. "Wow," I said to her, "You look so fucking hot!" "Oh yeah," she smiled coyly as she lankily made her over and sat beside me in the pool. "Yeah," I nodded eagerly, "If you keep this up I'll probably wind up fucking you again tonight!" "Mmmm," she said knowingly, "Do you think you'd have it in you?" "Well," I said as I reached around and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, "I don't know, do you want to find out?" "Sounds like fun," she said as she embraced me. Even though we were outside, I wasn't all that worried about the neighbors catching us in the act. They worked, so they were unlikely to be home right now, and even if they were, we rarely saw them around anyway. 'Still,' I thought to myself, 'Probably a good idea to be quiet anyway, just in case. I wouldn't want to get caught banging my daughter.' Sitting in the pool, I started to make out with Amelia, just as we had done earlier in the kitchen. Soon, I stripped off her tiny little bikini top, revealing her perky tits to the world. I groped her tiny little boobs, squeezing them roughly and eliciting more moaning from Amelia. While we were making out, Amelia slipped my swimming trunks off, letting them float away in the pool. She started to stoke my cock, delicately working it with her hands. It wasn't long before I got hard again. After all, I had a hot young goth chick naked in my back yard! Besides, I'd never had sex in the water, so this whole affair was new to me! "Oh yeah," I told her, "That's the stuff! Keep on working your gothic magic on my dick!" "I will," she said, with a devious smile on her face. Reaching down, I roughly pulled off Amelia's lacey black thong, leaving the gothic beauty naked in my swimming pool. I continued to rub her pussy lips, causing her to moan in pleasure. I got on top of Amelia and pushed my rock hard cock into her pussy. Fucking her was so much easier this time, now that I had already stretched her cunt out in our previous bout of love making. "Mmmmm," moaned Amelia as I pumped my cock deep into her already well used pussy, "Keep fucking me! Keep fucking my cunt!" It wasn't too much longer before I shot another load into my daughter's waiting womb, filling her with my virile seed. Amelia seemed to absolutely love it. We swam around the pool a little longer, just making small talk and playing. We didn't even bother to put our clothes back on -- after all, what would have been the point by then. I already knew my wife wasn't coming home, the neighbors either didn't notice or care and Edward... well, from what my gothy daughter had said, he probably wouldn't be coming back over for a while either. Amelia and I lounged about for a while, sitting by the pool side until the sun started to go down. It was a very surreal feeling, having an incestuous affair with my daughter, and then sitting about and making small talk as if nothing had happened. But at that point, I no longer cared about any of it. All I knew then was that I had satisfied all of my secret desires. After years of lusting after my son's wife, I had finally consummated my hidden fantasies, and damn it felt good! "So what did you think of that," I asked her as we went inside. "That was good," she exclaimed, literally pouncing on me and hugging me, "I had no idea that making love to my father could be so... great! We'll have to come over more and spend some time together if you get what I mean." Amelia looked up at me with a wicked grin across her black lips. "I think I do," I said, "Hey listen, since my wife will be out of town for a while, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to come to bed with me tonight?" As we walked up to the porch, I gave her a playful slap on her ass, and then put my arm around her. I opened the sliding glass door and let her in, and she proceeded to hurry upstairs. I followed her, expecting her to go up to my bed room for further sexual antics. Instead, she made a bee line and headed straight for the bed room that she shared with my son. She closed the door, leaving me wondering what she was up to. "Amelia," I asked, "You aren't going to sleep with me tonight then?" "Yes I am," she said enigmatically through the closed door, "but I just thought I would get some... supplies, to make it more enjoyable. I think you'll like it!" A few minutes later, the door opened up and Amelia burst out, clad in yet another one of her sexy gothic outfits. This time, she was wearing a short little plaid mini-skirt, decorated with safety pins, and a lacey black top, which was also torn. She also put on another pair of boots, perhaps remembering how much I was excited by that. But to top off the whole ensemble, she was wearing a neon orange wig cut into a short, stylish 'bob' cut. "What do you think," she asked as she twirled around, giving me a nice view of her tight little ass, "Do you like it?" "I do," I said rather stunned, "I like it a lot. It looks hot... but what is up with the wig?" "Oh," she said, running her fingers through her fake orange hair as if she had forgotten it was even on her head, "Yeah, sometimes I wear a wig when I'm fucking..." "Edward," I asked her, "You mean my son?" There was a long and rather akward pause as neither of knew what to say to each other. I think that, maybe, the reality of our situation had started to dawn on us. For that moment, I couldn't bring myself to look my daughter in the eyes. Not knowing what else to do, I just stared down blankly at the floor. Finally, it was Amelia who broke the silence. "Yeah," she said, "Or at least, when we still used to fuck. Now... I don't even know anymore! I never see Edward. He just goes out and does, well, God only knows what, and leaves me at home by myself. I need attention! I just need to be touched!" `She started to sob. I reached out to Amelia, my gothic daughter, and lovingly hugged her. I patted her on the back and tried to comfort her. It seemed to calm her down, at least for the moment. "Amelia," I said, "That doesn't matter. None of that matters any more. No matter how badly my son treats you, I will always love you. You are special..." She looked up at me and smiled, tears still in her eyes. "Thank you Mr. Robertson," she said as she hugged me tightly, "I think I needed that." "Of course," I said to her, patting her gently on the back, "of course..." "So how long is your wife going to be out of town," Amelia asked me meekly. "Just a couple of days," I responded, "She said she should be back by Thursday." "Well then," she said, no longer seeming so depressed, "We haven't got much time left for more love making Mr. Robertson." "I suppose so," I said, gleefully leading her back into my bed room, "Then we had better make the most of our time together." My daughter crawled up onto my bed, lifting her ass up in the air to tempt me. "So," she cooed softly, "What do you want to do to me?" She shook her rump, adding to the seductive scene in front of me. Needless to say, I had already started to grow hard again seeing my gothic daughter expose herself to me like this. "Are you going to fuck me up the ass," she asked, "Does that sound good to you? Fucking my ass?" Amelia hiked up her short skirt, showing me her perfect little ass. I unfastened my belt buckle and dropped my pants, then pulled down my underwear, letting my massive cock spring free. Gently, Amelia pulled down her black silken thing, exposing her flawless alabaster ass to me. I got in bed and positioned myself behind this stunningly beautiful gothic vixen. "You know Amelia," I whispered into her ear from behind as I lovingly stroked her hair, "This might hurt a little... at first." "I don't care," she said, "I love anal sex... and I need your massive cock in my ass! Do it! It will feel good! I know it will!" As I lined up the engorged tip of my cock with her anus, I could see Amelia gritting her teeth. I pushed lightly at the entrance to her rear until I finally felt it go in. Amelia moaned, seemingly lost in a mixture of pain and pleasure. As I felt the tightness of her anal opening start to loosen, I slowly started to build up tempo, pumping away at her ass harder and faster. "Oh yeah," I said, grabbing a handful of her raven black hair, "You like that don't you? You are one sexy little anal fuck slut Amelia! You like it dirty and hard!" With a handful of Amelia's short hair entangled in my fingers, I roughly pulled back her head as I pounded away at her tight little ass. I could hear her moaning gently as I continued to fuck her like this. She definitely seemed to like the rough kinky stuff. Guess I shouldn't have been surprised by that! I kept thrusting into her ass until I could feel the tightness build inside of my cock. I shoved myself as far up her ass as I could go, still not believing how tight she was up there. With her sphincter tightly wrapped around my dick, I don't think I was able to cum. I staid like that for a moment until it finally became unbearable and pulled out of her ass. I shot a load of hot, sticky cum all over her back, letting my seed coat her perfect gothic whiteness. Then, breathlessly, I looked down at my handiwork in admiration. "Did you like that you little fuck slut," I asked her. "Oh yes," she replied, "Very much. We shall have to try that again." Gothic Daughter-in-Law Amelia slept in my room that night, laying beside me in the bed where my wife usually slept. We cuddled and made love that night, but now our affair had taken on something different, something somehow more meaningful. Fortunately, Edward was nowhere to be seen, so me and Amelia were free to carry out our secret affair without fear. Let me tell you, it turned out to be a fun couple of days, but like all good things, it eventually had to come to an end. Amelia and I continued to have our affair whenever we could, secretly fucking each other whenever we got the house alone to ourselves, but eventually, her and Edward got a new apartment and moved out. I went over to visit them a few times, but carrying on a secret affair with my sexy little daughter became much harder from that point on. The best part was when Amelia turned up pregnant. She looked amazing, a waifishly thin gothic beauty with a huge pregnant belly sticking out in front of her. With her pale skin, leather dresses and tattoos and piercings, Amelia was the hottest little preggo I had ever seen. I was so turned on when I got to fuck her pregnant ass; I think that it may have been the best sex I've ever had in my life! As I pumped away at her pregnant ass and finally shot my load deep up inside of my gothic daughter, I wondered whether she was carrying my son or my grand-son inside of her womb. Not that it really mattered anyway... Gothic Encounter The following is work of fiction. IF you are not of legal age, or are offended by this material please read no further. The material in whole is copyright 2003, by the Author, Necrotron Disclaimer: This story deals with mature subject matter. As in all other postings, if you are underage in the area in which you reside, or find stories of gay sex, transvestitism, and the like offensive, or it is illegal for you to access such sites and stories via the Internet, please do not read! Any further perusal of story is undertaken at your own risk, and the sampling of such material cannot be considered as offensive to the reader, nor is the author liable to prosecution for having written this story, etc. Also, this and any other story is copyrighted and the intellectual property of the author, and no posting, re-posting, or selections from this story are allowed in any manner, (whether for free distribution, or for monetary gain) on any website, newsgroup, online e-zines, or in print form, etc. under US Copyright law, without the permission of the author. * * * * * Life is always full of surprises, some are just better than others. Café Succubus was full already. Just after 10pm, and there had to be over a hundred people there. I moved towards the bar and ordered cream soda. They didn't server alcohol. The crowd, as always, was a mixed lot. Everything from bondage gear to some sort of post-renaissance look. A remix of a Gary Numan song thumped through the speakers. Dancing wasn't my thing though. Looking around, I didn't see any of my friends. I did see something more interesting, or should I say someone. Dark hair, dark eyes, and dark lips. Her left side was towards me and her sultry profile held my gaze. An almost Greek nose dominated her pixie-like face. Fish-net covered her shoulders and upper chest until it disappeared beneath a velvet bodice. She must have been wearing a mini of some type, because I could just make out her sheer-covered knees before her leather platform boots took over. She gave her shoulder-length hair a toss and looked right at me. Knees, please hold me up... Her smile invited me over. I walked over and motioned towards the low table in front of her, all the nearby chairs were filled. She smiled a yes. Clearing the various pamphlet and candles out of the way, I sat facing her. It WAS a mini. Rubber at that! "Hi, my name is Peter," and offered my hand. "Morgan," she replied as she took my hand. Her grip was firm, yet delicate. "As in Morgan Le Fay?" "Yes," she smiled again. What a beauty. Her teeth were nice, without being perfect. What lips! Pouty and full. "I'm bit of a sorcerous myself." She then laughed. Morgan Le Fay was King Author's half-sister and a real witch. "You're not going to turn me into a toad are you?" "Maybe, but I think of better punishments..." We continued on like this for almost an hour. We chatted about movies, TV, music, history, books, everything. We had so much in common. After about an hour she had to take a break. "Listen could you save me seat? I need to visit the little witches' room." "Sure, I'll keep it warm for you." She then flashed that killer smile again and started for the bathroom. While she walked away, I took in the full view of her perfect ass. Just right size for fucking, I thought. When she returned I was keeping her seat warm while reading one of the many pamphlets on upcoming events. She cleared her throat and stood over me. Quite close actually. I just patted my lap and smiled. She smiled too and promptly sat on my lap! Mmmph! Her ass felt so good there. I wrapped my left arm around her and pulled her in close. "This is much better." She seemed to agree, and answered by cuddling closer. "What is one thing every guy should know about you?"I asked her. "That I'm full of surprises," she whispered into my ear. "I really like you," I whispered back into her's. "I like you too," and gazed right into my eyes. I was done, helpless. She licked her lips nervously and leaned in closer. "I want to suck your cock." My eyes about popped out of my head. "OK, but not here. Two people got busted here last week doing just that. Everyone cheered as they walked out" "OH, I do NOT want that!"She then broke into a big smile. "Let's go back to my place, I'm parked at the parking garage around the corner." "Let's just do it in the car. Just a blowjob I mean. Then we can come back here maybe....Let's go."She then got up and took my hand. We walked, almost ran, back to my car. I was parked up on the top deck of the garage. All the cars around me had left and mine was in the corner. "Ooooh, this is so romantic. I mean the stars and moon and all." I smiled back and opened the backseat door and helped her in. I climbed in after her and shut the door. We immediately began kissing. Our hot lips sliding over each other as we embraced tightly. My hands gripped her tight little ass, the rubber felt so good over it. Her hands were in my pants. She unbuttoned my fly and slid her hand inside my boxers. I was already hard and this brought me to my full seven inches. She pushed me back and took my cock into her mouth. This girl didn't fool around. Her mouth sucked me in, while her hands massaged my balls and shaft. She pumped me hard, her grip was amazing. Between her lips, I was in heaven. Her tongue swirled around my head and tickled my pee-hole. She reached farther between my legs and began rubbing my asshole with her finger. I couldn't believe how good this felt. My mouth just hung open as I tried to form words. Sucking harder and harder, Morgan worked my organ like it was her favorite toy. One hand massaged my balls as her other fingered my asshole. She fucked my hole harder and harder. Her mouth almost completely swallowed me whole, I could feel my head touch the back of her throat. She gagged a little, but kept sucking. Suddenly I lost all control and came. My cum shot into her throat and she gagged hard. Her head came up and I kissed her like the end of the world. Our tongues twirling around each other like mad. I could taste my cum, but didn't care. All I wanted was her. We then laid back and breathed heavily. "That was amazing. I've never had my cock sucked like that."She just smiled at me. "What are the chances of you coming home with me and letting me return the favor?" Her whole demeanor changed suddenly and she began to fidget. "I don't know... I don't going places alone with strangers." "It's ok, I understand."I couldn't keep my hands off of her. My hands rubbed her thighs and ass. The rubber felt fantastic. "I just... I have to fuck you!" My hands slid between her legs. Before she could stop me, my hand reached her panties and slid beneath them. Instead of pussy lips, a small hard cock met my hand! "I said I was full of surprises!" Her eyes went huge and her whole body tensed. My heart skipped a beat, actually several. "I guess you are..." "You're not angry?"she asked plaintively. How could I be angry at those eyes and lips? "No, I'm not just surprised. You are so beautiful. It's just not what I expected...," giving her thigh a slight squeeze. "Let's go back to my place." "OK," she smiled. We sped back to my place. Our hands running over each other thighs and cocks. When we got back to my place we ran inside. It wasn't long before we were in my bedroom and stripping off my clothes. I laid back on the bed naked and spread-eagle. My cock stiff. Morgan swayed back and forth at the foot of the bed, her eyes staring into mine. Slowly she slid her rubber skirt down her thighs and kicked it off. She then turned around and bent down showing me her perfect ass. Her thumbs hooked her panties and pulled them down her legs and stepped out of them. Spinning around, she began to shake her hips back and forth. Her cock swung out and got stiffer. Morgan crawled up onto the bed and began to move towards me on her hands and knees. Her head bent down and took my cock into her mouth. Moving up and down, she sucked my cock into her mouth. My head swam as her tongue twirled around my cock and balls. Long brown hair cascaded down onto my lap, undulating as she sucked. I reached over and pulled a condom out of my night-stand. Pushing her shoulders back, I slipped the rubber over my dick. She rolled onto her back, and spread her legs out. My fingered massaged her anus as I spread lubricant in and around. I got up on my knees and slowly pushed my hand into her ass. She lifted her legs and placed her boots on my shoulders. My hands reached around her legs and started squeezing her balls and stroking her shaft. I fucked her harder and harder. Pumping in and out of her ass. She grabbed my neck and pulled herself closer and closer. I laid back and let her mount me like a pony. Up and down she rode me. Humping like mad. We were both moaning as we both pumped her cock. Suddenly we both lost control and came. I filled her ass as she sprayed cum all over my chest and face. She rolled over and lie down next to me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. "That was amazing...," I whispered breathlessly. "I've never had sex like that before." "Maybe if you are lucky, it won't be the last time."She whispered back. Hopefully, she's right. Gothic Girl Amber despised this place; it was so clean and smelled of lavender. Like there was a freaking pretty boy shower around the corner and these preppy freaks had to wash their hair with expensive foreign scented crap. She swallowed sicken at the smell she knocked lightly on the door, knowing her stomach would twist at this preppy guys 'clean perfect pretty' room. But she also knew if she wanted to pass this stupid class she had to endure it. As the girls walked by they gave her the disgusted eye that they always do, like she didn't belong there. she became angry and pounded on the door, she just wanted to get this stupid joint paper thing done and get the hell out of here. The door cracks open as Jimmy answers the door. "Jesus, you trying to knock the door down?" Jimmy says. "Just let me in damnit, I don't like being here." Amber replies, pushing him out of the way to get inside the room. His room was defiantly... different than out side. It was clean per say but it wasn't what she expected. the room was completely empty it had nothing posted on the walls, no boy band posters, pictures of the boys, trophies or medals he would of won through his many preppy exploits. Most preppy guys put those things up like some great beast they bagged and wanted to show to every one, but not him. Something was defiantly different. She threw her bag on the chair next to the table, as she turned and stared at Jimmy. Jimmy Jackson, JJ to his athletic buddies. Amber always thought it was stupid how they all abbreviated their names like they got knocked on the head too many times to remember how to spell their own names. He was your average jock preppy ass hat. At least that's how Amber saw it. All the jocks would come by and make fun of her friends and pick on them through out the day. Even though this was college its like they still treated it like High school. He had a lean athletic build, obviously from working out, and his closet was almost always in stock with the latest from Ambcromie and AE. "Well?" she said impatiently, wanting to just leave that second. "Well what?" he responded confused. "We are supposed to do that fucking joint term paper together, did you forget or something?" she snorted "Oh yeah." "Oh yeah~" she said mockingly "Lets just get this over with" It was a hot late summer day, not exactly the best of days to wear all black. But still Amber stood there in her pitch black baggy hoodie which looked like it engulfed her. Her pants where barely held to her body by a black studded belt, even though you couldn't see the studded belt. The pants fell past her feet and were worn along the front and back as she walked on the heels and dragged the fronts. It didn't help that his dorm wasn't the coolest place on campus but she was defiantly sweating her ass off under all that crap. "God, why don't you guys crank up the AC around here?!" she complained. "Its just fine here, your just wrapped in all that clothing, why don't you take some of it off?" he said friendly like. "Right, take it off, I see how all you guys do that stuff. First all I do is just take off my sweat shirt, all friendly like. Then next thing you know, my pants are off. And wow, just look at that, my shirt and bra!" "No I didn't mean it li..." being cut off. "-then like the sick fuck you are, you walk me to your bed, like a pig into the slaughter house, and you get to wet that preppy little prick of yours all night long. Yee -Hah cowboy, ride'er like ya stole her! We wake up and I roll over with a lovey dovey grin on my face and say 'I wuv you', take up your slack and finish the project all by my lonesome. Why? Because now I'm so dumbstruck and tricked into thinking that I'm in love that I let you slide and take credit. Next it's do my laundry, shine my boots, carry my books your worthless shell of a woman! Fuck That. You want credit for this; we are gunna both have to do this stupid fucking term paper." She snuffs defiantly aggravated towards the situation. "Finished?" "Fine, yeah I'm done ranting." "I was gunna say, the AC is broken. Some one threw some bottles of lavender into the thing as a prank, the entire dorm smells of a pleasant lavender smell. So unless if you want to sweat your ass off, wearing that hoodie isn't a smart idea." She grumbles to her self, realizing he is right. She slowly peals the hoodie from her body and threw it onto her bag. She wore a skin tight black tank top that exposed more of her milk white skin as it showed her upper chest neck and arms, more than she wanted to show. Her short black hair bobbed down around her neck as her bangs hanged over half of her face. One of her deep hazel eyes stared aggravatingly at him, like mad that she was giving him a free show of something he shouldn't see. "Can we just get this fucking paper done?" She said with a mean plead in her voice. "Alright..." They shuffled through books, papers, and notes, trying to find the parts they needed to write a 50 page report on some guys and concepts long dead. It wasn't long before this all came to a tediously boring situation. She often stretched out herself tired from leaning over the pile of paper and the ocean of notes. She threw her arms up in the air and leaned back against the crest of the chair, her perky 36a breasts pushing out against her tank top and bra. Jimmy often caught an eye full of her, and was very much so distracted by this gothic girl sitting opposite of him. She wasn't a 'fake pretty Barbie' like all the girls in the dorm where. The bleach blondes, big tits, and shallow minds were the basic pick of the litter of the dorm girls to date. She was very petite and thin, with a piercing through her left eyebrow. He watched her as she got up to stretch and walk around tired of such a stupid task. As she stretched out her arms, it pulled up her shirt allowing him to see her lower back, she had a very sharp near tribal artistic tattooed onto her lower back. They soon decided to take a little break from the tedium. Jimmy stood up and walked towards the mini fridge he kept in his room, as he picked up a can of coke he looked towards her. "Beverage?" said inquisitively. "Let me guess, a Ruffie-smoothie." she said sarcastically. "No, actually all I got is coca-cola. But if you want me to slip a roofie into one of these, id have to go down the hall. I'm pretty sure Johnny has something like that." he replied jokingly "And why the hell are all your names start with 'j'? Is it like some type of preppy boy cult thing?" "I'll take that as a yes towards the coke." he says grabbing another can and bringing it towards the table. "I'm not sure why we are all named with 'J' names. It's a very good question that I really don't have a very good answer to. Why do you find the need to pierce your flesh with little metal studs? I mean, doesn't it hurt? That is if you don't mind me asking." She stares at him partly stunned and confused, she never had any one come up with such a deep retort to her. Let alone a retort that quickly to her attacks. There defiantly was some little thing different, even in his words, he didn't exactly 'sound' like a preppy guy. "Well... because it hurts, and reminds me I'm still alive" she snuffed. He laughs at her statement as she stares confused at his laughter. "So your gunna hurt yourself just to prove your alive? Is that a joke?" still giggling to himself. "It's not a joke! I do it because it Hurts!" she said angered now. "Why don't you just go have sex or something? That reminds you that you're still alive and it feels better than pain." he says staring at her deep like now. She is caught in his words, not knowing how to reply to it. She sat in silence slouched in her seat as they got back to work writing the paper. Hours pass and it approaches midnight, for the most part the paper was all but done. But through all that Amber was distracted by Jimmy's last question. Sure she had sex before, she was no virgin. But the guys she had it with, well she was more interested in their poems than their penis size. Sex with them was just 'the next step' in their relationship, and she never focused on it that much. Beyond that, she hadn't had sex for years. Not that she wouldn't of like to from time to time, but those guys that where into poetry where more into poetry than her body. And she felt like no one really even wanted to any ways, so she just blew it off. But that question, that simple question, made her reflect on her everything for the past few years. Like a flood, her memories of why she just then filled her brain. "Well, we are almost d..." Jimmy tries to say "Because... No one likes me! No one wants me around!! Why would any one want to Have Sex with me?!" she screams. Jimmy stares confused at her and what she just said. What ever sparked her to say such a thing was beyond him at the moment. As he recited the words in his head, he realized the last thing they said to each other, the question of having sex. "Oh..." he says bluntly. "Who would want to fuck me? I'm just a little dark girl... it's... why I'm a dark little girl" Amber says with a whimper in her voice. He stared at her fore a while as she wept to herself; he knew all people like her always had a painful thing about them. It's what made them the way they where, it's why she was so dark and deep. In the back spaces of her brain she really did feel unloved by every one, like her existence was meaningless. "Well for one, I would fuck ya." "Yeah like I'd ever live that one down, dark gothic chick bangs Preppy jock. I could see it now, all my friends would disown Me. Well, the few friends that I have..." she says with a laugh, mocking her own depressive sorrow. "Well, I wouldn't care about that, and if they only cared about whom you screwed then they aren't exactly the best of friends then are they?" He says trying to reason wit her. Jimmy works his way around the table and sits next to Amber. She watches him scoot closer until he sits next to her, she leans against him putting her head on his shoulder as he lightly hugs her arm. They both stare down at the table top filled with papers, reports and research, books stacked on the floor and a laptop with the report all typed out nearly completed. "You know, this is the first time I've ever gotten a paper closed to being finished." she admits. "A smart girl like you?" he replies with doubt in his voice. "Stop trying to flirt with me Jimmy. But, yes. I have never finished any of my term papers, I can't finish them... its that... every time I do it and its all quiet, I begin to think... and thinking isn't good for me. I remember a few things I would rather forget." she says staring at the lines of text on the screen of the laptop. Jimmy clicks over on the lap top pressing the 'save' button. The machine processes the information then goes back to the original screen. He pushes the screen of the lap top down latching it shut. "There it's done. Congratulations you've finished a term paper." he says with a slight smile. "Thank you." Amber replies. She smiled a little as she looked into his eyes. No one was ever nice to her, crap even her 'boyfriends' never where nice to her. They would use her as their little cum catching slut in between writing their poetry, or painting their pictures, or making their music. All of a sudden she felt dirty. But looking into his eyes, she was calm and she actually felt loved for once. She leaned her head up and kissed him lightly on the lips for just a second before she leaned her head against his chest again resting. Jimmy was shocked at what just happened he stares intently at her thinking of what she might do next. He sits statically as Amber comfies herself up in his embrace. "Why did you do that Amber?" he asks confusion blazing through his mind. "Because..." she responds equally confused. Both their minds blaze through the thinking processes of what happened, what to do next. Their minds sift through the regular routine of the 'should I shouldn't I' ultimately wondering, what they really think about he person sitting beside them. He sits questioning his own thoughts and wondering 'what if' to himself. "Because why?" he asks more intently trying to see what would be the next best step. "Because... I..." she becomes lost in her words and thoughts "I... wanted... to thank you." Her voice slightly quivers as she speaks out thinking of the best possible answer to say with out saying something she doesn't want to say. Her mind then comes to the possibilities of what could happen. Her mind burns through multiple fantasies, images, and possibilities, all of them including having sex. Her body gets the better of her as her pussy begins to moisten at the thought of him riding on top of her. His mind also reaches the same point as hers thinking of having great fun with this girl in her arms. He looks at her now in a different light, paying attention to her sexual details almost reassessing the possibility. She can feel his eyes roaming over her, sensing that he wants it too. The thought that 'maybe it is possible that it could happen' excites her even more; she can't deny the feeling any more. She wants it, he has it and is willing to give it. This is the first time she has ever wanted such a simple thing from any boy. "Jimmy?" breaking the silence of their thoughts. "Yes Amber?" "I want to have sex with you." she comes out and says rather bluntly. "Please?" This admittance of her desire of him instantly puts him in a state of disarray at the sudden and sheer bluntness. He never thought that she would possibly want him ever and now she is willing to give him it all. Sure he was a horny guy and pussy was pussy, but this girl, this situation it was different. He sits in silence wondering if he should take the opportunity that sits before him. "If you say No, I understand. I am of course just a dirty little smutty gothic girl." she says with a slight strain in her voice, like she doesn't want to realize that as the truth. "But I want you right now, your Different, you care." "Sure." he simply replies. The disbelief of that word comes to both of them as the pull apart and stare at each other. Like he wasn't supposed to agree to, or she wasn't supposed to ask. That they where breaking some unwritten rule that would lead to their untimely demise. "What did you say?" Amber states confused as to what just went on. "Let's have sex hon." Jimmy says standing her up. Amber gets up slowly, and coyly loosens her belt, the studs softly kink against the metal fasting. The belt that so tightly held her baggy jeans to her body now hung loosely in her hands. She lets go and the over sized pants drop to the ground. Jimmy sits and stares at her intently. She looks down at herself, as if she is ashamed to show him her body. Her hair lightly hangs down as she looks up like a little child doing being scolded. One of her hazel eyes staring at him through her hair. She brings her head up as she combs her bangs behind her ear, both of her brilliant blue eyes look deep into his. The silver metal stud accenting her eyes perfectly, like a perfect little art project, a masterpiece. She then pulls the tank top up over her head; her body stretches out itself as the tight black top peals its way off her body. She lets it fall to the floor as she presents her almost nude self to him, standing only in her under wear. Jimmy takes a minute for his brain to let all this soak in and before she realizes it Jimmy is laughing. Amber's eyes quickly shoot up to look at him. He is laughing at her. Her world begins to sink as if being rejected admittance at the pearly gates of heaven after doing everything she could to get there. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she wonders what in the world he could be laughing at. Her mind races, 'is this just some kinda joke? Is this just another cruel twist in life?' asking questions of what is to happen. "You're like every one else..." she whimpers "you say your going to make me happy then laugh at me!" "Pink??" he blurts out between his laughing "I would have never pinned you for wearing a pink thong and bra." She looks down at her self; she wore a pink bra with a black frilled edging as well as matching pink thong. She remembered she borrowed these from Mallori recently, being dorm mates they often shared clothes. She quickly becomes ashamed of the 'sexy' lingerie as she moves her hands to cover herself. "Hey, don't be embarrassed or sad hon." he says his voice all of a sudden more deep and softer than before. "It is very sexy Amber." he near growls as he stands up to walk to her. As he approaches her she coyly backs off from him, as if bracing herself to be hit by him. She continued to look down, ashamed of her body, of her borrowed lingerie, of what she was doing. His hands then touch her skin, his warm hands pressing gently against her chin and neck, pushing her head up to look at him. And with a sudden jolt his lips press against hers. He was kissing her, his soft tongue sliding against her lips forcing her mouth open and massaging her tongue. She was never kissed like this; it was new and exhilarating to her. She softly mews unto his mouth as his hands begin to travel her body. His fingers glide down across her flesh, the skin across her neck and down across her back. His arms reach around her as if hugging her as she leans into his chest. She closes her eyes feeling his warmth and fingers rubbing across her back. Before she realizes it, he unlatches her bra and the pink fabric loosens its grip to her chest it falls forward across her arms then down to the floor. Her face flushes with redness as she becomes ever more so exposed to him. Her small pink nipples stood hard and on end in the warm room. Embarrassed of her body she slightly hugs her chest and covers her tits with her arms. Breaking away from his lips she again looks down as if in shame thinking that she is not good enough for what he is doing. His fingers glide down across her mid drift lightly circling around her belly button then her hips. He pushes down against the top of her panties as his thumbs catch the fabric and pull them with his hands. They push gently on the flexible fabric as they work their way over her hips, he glides them down as far as he can reach before he lets go, letting it fall to the floor. Her pussy is now exposed to him. She feels extremely vulnerable right now as she clutches her body trying to protect herself from his gazing eyes. Her pussy is already dripping wet, as this tension of him taking his time and being painfully slow was getting to her. Her soft springy pubic hair was neatly trimmed to make some what of a rectangle above her pussy lips pointing down towards her clit. She feels even more so embarrassed, closing her eyes and wondering if this was the right choice. She stands naked in front of him and she asked for it. She can't help but wonder what he is going to do to her, how he is going to use her. Use her like every one else has? She opens her eyes again looking down to see his head moving closer to her hips. His warm breath blows across her inner thighs sending a chill up her back shooting through her pussy. Her breath becomes quickly erratic as his hands press oh so closely to her most sensitive spot as he kisses her inner thighs. His lips almost tease her wanting pussy as he lifts up and puts his mouth no more than an inch away from her opening. She fan feel him almost touching her but not quite, his hot breath against her genitals. All of this feeling at once, his hot breath on her wet wanting pussy, his now cool saliva on her inner thighs, and his head mere inches away from her sex started to drive her insane. "Ask me for it" said Jimmy from between her legs. Gothic Girl "Please... ohhm... give it to me jimmy." amber replies wistfully. At that second his lips touched her clit, as he placed a light kiss on the tip of her pussy. His kisses lightly rang through her body as her pussy shoots waves of pleasure through her chest. Her knees become weak as she begins to have trouble to stand, she grabs his head and shoulder leaning forward against for support. "Oohhum." she moans longingly Her weight shifts more to on him as he feels that she is becoming too weak to stand. He quickly stands to catch her before she falls. Her eyes glaze over with pleasure as she looks longingly into his, she wants this. He gently guides her weak body to the bed behind her, laying her down softly on the spring cushioned mattress. He lies on top of her longingly, his weight above her as she is pinned, nude, beneath him. Amber's body becomes more and more wanting of what only he can give her as her hips start to mead itself against the bulge in his pants, her pussy juices soaking into his jeans. She her mind quickly deludes to perversion wanting only sex from this person on top of her. "Mmm..." Jimmy moans softly as her wanting pussy rubs him through his pants. "Hold on baby." he softly whispers as he backs off of her and stands in front of her. She groans disappointingly as if she was just denied something. She looks at him smiling snuggly looking at her. As she has changed from being the shy cautious girl to the wanting sex craved one. She sits with her legs wide open and her eyes focused on him. With both her and her pussy watching, he disrobes himself. Amber's eyes follow him as he slowly but surely become nude in front of her. As soon as he disrobes he slowly works his way back onto the bed, crawling slowly up her body, lightly combing and kissing the flesh as he works his ways up. Amber gazes endlessly at his hard cock as he worked his way onto the bed and up to meet her eye to eye. Watching his hard cock dangle from his crawling body, she couldn't tell how big it was although she wish she could. She thought to her self, I'm not a psychic yard stick. Her eyes then broke from his beautiful member to look into to his deep eyes. Their lips meet again as they kiss now more passionately. As their lips part the look at each other confused. The unspoken words between them of 'what will you let me do?' and 'what do you want next?' filled both their minds. They both looked down at themselves, his nice ridged hard cock pointing directly at her wet wanting pussy. With out any words she slowly grinds his hips again, pressing her wet pussy up against his cock. She reaches down and guides his member at the mouth of her pussy. Her hips slowly swaying rubbing the head of his cock up and down the lips of pussy making it wet with her juices. He begins to push slowly against her, still staring into her eyes as if looking for a cue to stop or go. His cock slowly parts the tight crevasse of her pussy as he plunges ever so gently into her deep cavity. Her eyes close as he slowly inches his way into her as she softly mews below him telling him he's doing it right. She bites her lower lip as his cock rises up through her body filling her up. For the first time in a long time it felt good to have a cock inside her. Her fears of rejection, of being used, of having her painful past be repeated just melted away, as if his cock was some type of miracle cure. She could only remember vaguely of her past boyfriends and how they used her. They where painful memories, they held her down, and used her, even if it was against her will. Nothing they ever did ever felt as good as what was happening right now. Her body shivered with anticipation of what would happen next, her voice moaned lightly as his member worked its way inside her, and her pussy squeezed gently on the new thing pushed inside it. This was something new to her; it was like being a virgin all over again. Jimmy's eyes closed as he gained his way into her. Her tight pussy squeezing his member as he pushed in as far as he could go. When he reached his limit the both stopped and stared at each other. There minds absorbing all that is happening to them right now. His cock slowly recedes from her body, the ridge of the mushroom head dragging along the inside of her tight pussy. Until he is almost out of her, only the head remains inside her. His hips then push again slowly against her, thrusting his cock slowly again into her. He continues to move his body in the rhythmic motion starting a slow humping action against her. She quickly regresses to moaning as she begins to be fucked slowly by him. They lay there intertwined with each other as he begins to suck on her neck while grinding his hips up against her wet pussy. His lips gently sucking on her neck, she moans out loudly and uncontrollably. her hands finding their way up to his chest rubbing up and down his front. His hands pushing against the bed giving him leverage to push into her harder and deeper. She moans in delight, her black hair fanning out around the back of her head. Her eyes shut with her mind deluded in the pleasure of his pumping action. "Oh god, this feels so good." she mutters out her words slurring from the slight moans she lets out after each hump. Jimmy's hard cock now thrusts deeply into Amber's wet and wanting twat, as her hips move involuntarily to match his motions. Her moans and pleasurable mews between his thrusts make him smile knowing that she is enjoying it as much as he is. She claws her nails across his chest, moving her fingers down his front. The nails grind the skin as they work their way down to his crotch, her fingers then leave his body and move to hers. Her hands begin to feel herself up. Her soft flushed warm skin melds like warm clay in her hands, grabbing and kneading her own breast she bites her lower lip in pleasure. Her other hand presses and squeezes against her clit, pressing it down every time he thrusts in. Her back arcs as he thrusts his cock in again. Her inner muscles soon become tense as her body tightens up. She moans intensely as she feels her orgasm coming on. He feels her body tighten up in his hands and he begins to hump her more feverishly, his cock riding in and out of her wet pussy. Amber's arms fan out across the bed as she grabs the covers in her fists. Her climax hits her like a wave as her entire body tenses up and relaxes in a giant wave motion all pushing towards her cunt. She moans loudly and tries to mange a word or two in her deep orgasm. Her pussy makes like a sucking motion around Jimmy's hard cock inside her. It vibrates around his cock as it feels to him like his cock is trying to be sucked into her pussy. They both moan delightfully feeling her orgasm starting to subside. Out of breath they sit there motionless, the sound of their breathing the only audible noise. She lightly giggles at what just happened. It felt so good, so, funny. She broke into laughter as he joined her. They both enjoyed what just happened as they both smile at each other and again submitting to silence. With his body lying of her she feels restrained, helpless, and strangely aroused all at once. His tongue licks up the side of her neck flicking the tip of her earlobe as his cock fits comfortably inside her as far as he can push it. Her staggered breathing slows as she regains the focus of the person on top of her. He stares down, smiling at her, pinned beneath his weight. "I never thought that you would giggle." "Yeah well don't get used to it preppy boy." she quickly retorts as she quickly turns stern and serious. Her lustful side sated with what he just gave her, she quickly regains her composure as well as attitude. He mockingly looks at her with the same stern serious face that she gives him and she quickly smiles and softly giggles as she hugs him softly. Silence befalls them again, as if they couldn't find any words in the world to say, if words couldn't say enough. "Well... Did you?" "Did I?" Jimmy asks confused. "Cum Stupid!" "Oh. No, but I'm close and I'm not sure if you would want a load in your pussy..." he replies "Good. Well, I guess I should repay you for being nice to me..." she says with an evil smile. She pushes him back, her pussy lightly dripping. He casually submits to her as she forces him to lay on his back. Her head sits right in front of his cock as she lightly blows on his cock cooling the pussy juices covering him. She puts her tongue at the base of his cock licking up the shaft and over the head as her lips then covers the tip of his mushroom top. Sucking gently her pussy juices off his hard cock licking the shaft clean she looks up to him and smiles as she sits up above him. Her tits hanging from her chest as she casually grins with an evil look. Do you wanna cum on my face preppy boy Justin?" she says with a glint in her eye, "shoot your baby batter all over my hair?" Her voice now more confident, as her words had a whisper of sultriness to them like a seductress. Her breath blowing gently on his hard member grasped in her hands. She was a perverse girl when she wasn't sad and depressed; after all, that's why all her boyfriends stayed with her so long. "Mmm. That would be hot" he replies looking down to her, his member in her hands. "I want to shoot my cum all over you Amber." Amber looks up at the digital clock besides his bed, the red numbers glowing and glaring at her. "shit." she says callously "I was supposed to meet Mallori half an hour ago..." "Mallory?" Jimmy questions intently. "Yeah, Mallori... with an I." she answers, "it's a more feminine sounding way of Mallard" "Mallard? The Duck?" even more so confused. "erm... yeah. It's a long story I'll explain it some other time hon." "Well you better go get ready and go run and meet her hon." he sighs as he lays back closing his eyes, like he just missed out on a great opportunity. "I'm not done with you yet." she says devilishly. Her hands begin to lightly tighten around his cock as it pumps its way up and down, jerking him off. "What about Mallori with an I?" he questions surprised at her sudden jerking. She looks up at him with an evil little twinkle in her eyes. Her fingers create a ring around the base of his cock holding it straight up pointing at her mouth as she then starts to take his cock slowly inch by inch into her mouth. He moans loudly as she tortures his cock with her painfully slow licking. She delights in his agony. Her she reaches more than 3/4th's down his member as she then lightly bites on him, she then slowly slides up. Her teeth rake gently against his penis as it quickly drives him insane. Her movements are just oh so slow enough to not get him to cum, but feel so ungodly good that it puts him into a blissful state. She begins to slowly suck him off slowly. Bobbing her head on his cock, her black short hair hanging around and framing her face, her lips make a sucking noise as she tries to give him the blowjob of his life. "Ohum. Amber baby, I'm gonna cum, please let me cum" he begs to her. She lightly nods her head on his cock as she then quickly drops down on his cock, her lips sliding down his cock. She sucks slightly as she lets her lips glide back up again, swirling her tongue around the head before pushing back down. She pushes down all the way again as she starts to feel his body getting ready to shoot. She sucks her way up one more time, her teeth again raking the outsides of his cock. This time stopping at the tip of his head as her hand then jerks him off quickly. He moans in delight as he begins to shoot his load into her mouth. She jerks him off as the warm semen escapes into her mouth, the laces of cum hitting the roof of her mouth sliding down over her teeth and around her tongue. She laps up the pool of cum forming at the bottom of her mouth around the tip of his cock as she swallows the little bit in a small gulp. Little drops escape from the crests of her mouth as she licks and laps the cum off his head and tries to swallow it. After 3 'gulps' she pulls her head from his cock, wiping the cum from the corners of her mouth and licking the finger she then works her way back down licking the small drops that escaped her mouth. "God that was great and you swallowed every little drop?" jimmy asked stunned and sated. "Of course, why would I let it go to waste?" "You are such a slut..." Amber looks up at him, as if insulted and surprised by his last comment. It was like he wasn't supposed to say that. Sorrow fills her eyes as she continues to lick her fingers slowly, becoming silent in her efforts to devour as much of his cum as she could. "Don't look at me like that amber. You're a very nice girl and you made me feel very good right now" his hand holding her body in a comforting manner. "And I really enjoyed what you did for me" Amber slightly smiles at him again, she felt as if she could trust his words. She crawled up to him and hugged him lovingly. "I meant slut in a nice way of course amber... All of the girls up here will only let you in their pussy, and only if you're wearing a condom." he explains "but girls like you, you're willing to be a little bad to have a little fun." He smiles at her as she looks up and smiles back. "Well, I guess your right." she says licking her lips again "and damn where you tasty." "Would you like a second course some time soon?" he asks smiling at her. "As long as we don't do it here, in this preppy ass dorm, it's giving me the creeps." she said standing up from the bed. "Every thing is all... 'Perfect' here." They both laugh as they start to get dressed, catching glimpses of each other as they both get cover their bits one by one. Amber goes to his in room bathroom and gargles with some water a little trying to 'clean out' her mouth a little. Although Jimmy really liked the idea of maybe if she kissed a girl, that in essence it would be like, him giving her a blowjob too they lightly chatting to Amber as they both clean up. But she quickly pointed out, if she kissed him, it would be like him giving himself a blowjob. Amber gathers her stuff as she begins to get ready to leave. As she walks to the door she stops and turns to him. "Jimmy. I really enjoyed this; I wanna do it again soon. Maybe... something more too. I don't know. It's just... weird that your preppy." she admits. "I'm not all 'preppy' hon. I'm just... Me. If that makes sense." he tries to reason. She leans up to him kissing him on the lips. He lightly hugs her as their lips intertwine. She parts from his lips and turns to the door turning the handle. "Oh by the way ~I wuv U~" she says with a drawn out sarcastic sound to her voice. He laughs at her making a pun on her self. "And yeah, you just gave yourself a blow job" she giggles. "Sick..." he says with a smile. The door swings open as the light from the hall fills the room now and the sent of Lavender fills Amber's nose. As Ambers eyes adjust to the bright white light in the hall a red headed figure stands before her. "Oh... Hi Mallori..." Amber states with a surprise. ~End. Gothic Grace Editor's note: story contains menstruation/bloodplay. If this disturbs you, please read no further. Inspired by the character Grace, created by Chaotic. Used with permission. * I'd sort of peripherally noticed the big bruiser glaring at us from the bar, but that girl was so HOT, and she was obviously into me. If she had a jealous ex-boyfriend, or whatever he was, well it's the 21st century, right? That's HER problem. I've always had a thing for Goth girls and this one was five star. Even that corset thing was mostly for show, because those tits were huge! This girl was a new-age Goth. I prefer the long, flowing skirts, but I couldn't complain about how that leather mini showed off those gorgeous legs. She said her name was Grace, but that was pretty much all she ever said to me, all we even tried to communicate until she pulled me off the dance floor and toward the side exit of the club. There were a couple of smokers out in the alley, near the street, but that didn't stop her from pulling me into her and straight into her sweat-slickened neck. The rush of testosterone to my head might have been to blame for not hearing the club door open again, but whatever it was, the first clue I got of it was when I was violently ripped away from her, followed immediately by a sledgehammer punch downward, directly onto my cheek and nose. I didn't even realize I was on the ground until Grace's voice above me said, "Sorry, mate. He's gonna kick your ass." At this point, my pride was wounded, so I defiantly said, "Before or after I fuck you?" The next small eternity was a blur of pain and pummeling, accentuated by the occasional lapse into agony. And then it stopped so suddenly, it must have taken me half a minute to realize it. I found out later that he bolted when a police cruiser passed by on the big street with its sirens on, convinced someone had called the cops on our little party. Through the pain, my surroundings came into focus. Back alley, pain, warm blood streaming down my face, Grace starting to walk away. She was headed away from the big street, not back to the club. I started to get to my feet. It was quiet enough that she heard the shuffling. Turning around, she froze at the sight of my gaze, focused hard on her. I moved toward her in what could only be described as a zombie-like shambling, but she remained frozen as I approached. I can only suppose that she sensed no violence from me, but with all the blood and bruises, she couldn't have known what to expect. A part of me likes to think, too, that my last words to her were still ringing in her ears. Only when I was within arm's reach of her did she finally startle and try to move away. Unfortunately, or fortunately, for her, her feet were too close to a small stair and she fell backward and sat down hard on the third step. And still I approached. I was already hunched over from the pain in my legs and ribs, but I leaned in toward her until my face was right next to her pale cheek. Her body faced me but her head was turned away, and I made no effort to be delicate when I plastered my bloody, swollen lips fully on her elegantly contoured jawbone. She gasped loudly in surprise, but again seemed to be completely paralyzed in fear and confusion. My damaged lips moved messily down her alabaster neck, not coincidentally following her jugular in their path. I hoped, but wasn't sure, I was hearing her breathing become heavier as I went, but just before I reached her collarbone, I broke off and raised my face to hers. She turned her head to face me fully, but again seemed to be frozen in bewilderment about what my intentions might be. Her eyes were locked on mine, so she must have felt rather than seen a particularly large drop of blood fall from my chin directly onto her left breast. Moving my head only slightly away from hers, I looked down, and her eyes followed mine to gaze upon the softly shining splotch of blood on her white skin. For seconds no one moved and only our breaths filled the spaces between the city noises far down the alley. Without looking up, I lowered my face to the offending stain on her perfect skin, and opened my mouth to encompass it all with the next, bloody kiss. This time the gasp that escaped her was unmistakably that of pleasure, and as I continued to lick and suck the top of her left breast, my hands finally came into play. Together, they reached up to her sleeves just off her shoulders and began to firmly pull downward. I believe she may have straightened her arms to smooth their downward journey, more importantly, pulling her bodice lower down her breasts. As the material pulled away, my kisses also ranged to cover the new territory being exposed. However, even after her top was peeled down fully below the level of her ample breasts, my bruised and cracked lips still restricted themselves to the upper portions, until I suddenly stopped. I slowly lifted my eyes to hers again, and she met them immediately with her own intense stare. I leaned away from her slightly and, only with my eyes, invited her to look down. When she did, she silently took in the glistening smears of red fluid painted across her chest and collarbone for several seconds. Then she raised her hands from beside her, carefully cupped each of her breasts, and raised them up so that she could begin to lick and suck the blood into her own mouth. As her actions became more confident, I lowered and turned my head to be able to start my own licking and sucking on the wide, pink nipples that had, thus far, escaped any direct attention. From that point, things escalated rather quickly. As her passions soared from the attentions of my mouth, my hands moved steadily up her thighs until I was brushing the mound of her pussy through her panties. Her hands were on my arms now, inviting me onward, and I pulled her panties away from the sensitive parts they had covered. Somehow, for no reason I can explain, when my fingers began to probe her soft, swollen lips, it struck me as only obvious that I should find there the string of an inserted tampon, and I played with it between my fingers and I caressed her labia and clitoris. She also did not react, as you would expect any normal person would, when I began to slowly tug at the string to pull it out. At this point, one hand was pulling her panties down to her ankles while the fingers of my other hand played all in and around her juicy wet hole, and her gasps were loud in my battered ear as my kisses covered her neck and shoulders. All at once, I pulled away from her neck and practically dove down to get my face into her hungry, sopping pussy, licking and tonguing aggressively into and around it while her whole body squirmed and convulsed in uncontrolled plateaus. This continued for a good, long time, but at some point she was able to catch her breath just enough to grab my ears (painfully reminding me of my injuries) and forcefully pull me away from her dripping, throbbing cunt. Then and only then did she grab my head between her hands (smashing my damaged ear in the process) and pull me, with blood fully covering half of my face, into our first kiss. One thing I'd busied myself with while eating (and drinking) her messy, delicious love-hole, was to undo my belt and pants, so when I leaned into her to bring my erect member into position, I believe my tongue and my cock entered her simultaneously, and her body responded needfully to both of them, matching my thrusts and grinding with her own. I must admit, getting my abused body to move in a rhythmic fashion felt like the effort of trying to turn a Ferris wheel by hand somehow, but eventually, fuelled by adrenaline and testosterone, it performed admirably. I honestly don't know how long we kept it going, and although I know I did, I have no recollection of reaching orgasm with her. I literally just drifted at some point from ecstasy into unconsciousness and woke up 2 days later in the hospital. When I came to, after the most immediate sensation, which was pain, I opened my eyes to a complete stranger. She was wearing a white, poofy dress, and if not for her raven-black hair and elegant features, I might never have recognized her. It turned out, when she'd first brought me to the hospital, she'd made the mistake of telling the admitting nurse that she wasn't family, so in order to get in to see me later, she'd done her best to look as Unlike her usual self as possible so that she could pass herself off as my sister or something. I got a good, but very painful, laugh out of that story. But even without all the eye makeup and Goth accoutrements, she was still the same vile temptress I'd been unable to resist in the club that night. She did an admirable job of helping to nurse me back to health (mostly the occasional hand job and her company to keep my spirits up), but I really couldn't quite believe that she WANTED to. Now she comes to my place almost every night. She likes it rough, which I can handle, and she likes anal, which I LOVE, and basically we both just like to do crazy shit together. Thank goodness she doesn't expect me to get beaten up on a regular basis to relive THAT particular experience, but we both admit, that was the most intense experience we've EVER had! Gothic Kitten The Introduction of Insanity. Michael was a freshman at Bowling Green State University, in the amazingly flat terrained town of Bowling Green, Ohio. A simple college town with a few quirks, much like any other college in the world, except unlike every other college, this one was his home. Michael grew up in a suburb of Cleveland, dated a few people, and had lazily gotten through highschool with a 2.4 GPA. School never really mattered, and neither did most people. "Life is a lot simpler without assholes getting in the way" that was his philosophy. Until she came along. After the first week of school Mike was bored, his room mate was out often, probably partying with how he slumped into his bed at night. Most of the time Mike took to rollerblading campus at 2 AM. No one was around at that hour, and the cool air felt wonderful at night. Over all Mike was pretty normal, basic haircut, basic glasses, basic outfits, basic lifestyle. Music needed to be loud and aggressive, but that was the marking of his age group. Wednesday night changed a lot about that boring college, and it always did. Wednesday nights were known as "Goth Night" at the Uptown/Downtown club. A simple two floor building held two individual clubs, the lower level for people above 21, it was mostly a bar. The upper level of the club had more music, more room for dancing, and allowed people to come in if they were 18 and up, however, you still had to be 21 to drink. Mike decided to go for the music, not the people. It was no surprise that he knew people who were going, he lived across the computer lab from the Arts Village, a special floor for Art Majors, where they could be weird together and enjoy college in small social circles. Jason noticed the black outfit on Mike instantly as one suited for clubbing, "Mike? Are you sure you'll survive?" he asked. "What do you mean?" Mike asked, looking to make sure that the fishnet sleeves and studded belt were secure. "You're the hermit, you never party. Besides, you kinda look like a poser." Jason said chuckling. Mike took offense, until Jason explained that it was more than black clothing, usually it was also makeup. Jason helped Mike apply the eye liner, shadow, and creame to pale his face before he allowed Mike to dare attempt going to the club. "Also man, I have one piece of advice for you. Dance. If you just sit around, or stand there, you'll look awful, you have to actually keep moving so that people think you don't give a shit. If you care, you suck, simple rule of the club. You can look like you're stoned or trashed, but if you move around while doing it, people will respect you for it." Jason said knowingly. He'd been at this school for two years, and hadn't really done much other than Goth Nights, and classes. Mike walked to town feeling awkward, until he saw the line of people waiting to enter the club, then he smiled, "Tonight I have to have fun." he said to himself, in a pep-talk sort of way. Mike got in line and got out his wallet so he could show his liscense and pay the entry fee. Mike's jaw visable dropped as he saw some of the women entering this club. Most of them were pretty attractive, obviously well built and very prepared to show off. The line consisted of fishnet stockings or sleeves (even one fishnet top with just a black lacey bra under it) and short enough skirts as to imply that bending over to pick something up was not an option. The girl infront of him was listening to the beat of the music inside. Mike could tell because her curls bounced to the music as she shook her head along with it. Her hair was a deep black, seemingly natural. She was in a very tight leather outfit that hid nearly nothing. It was cut just an inch above where her nipple should be, and her breasts filled it nicely. She had on white and black checkerboard sleeves and stockings that came from her plated black skirt. She also had on wicked black boots that laced up and went to her knee, with at least two inches of platform on the bottom. The most noticable thing about her though was that in her hair was a pair of kitty ears that seemed almost childishly cute resting on her head. Mike finally got to the door and watched the gothic kitten walk up and envied whoever she shared her bed with. Mike paid his entry fee and got his hands stamped, and the letters I V written on the backs of his hands with permanent marker. The stairs were blacklit, and paint was glowing off of them. Mike raced up the stairs and looked around for the girl, but people were everywhere, and it was impossible to see. Mike shrugged and walked around, barely able to hear anything except for the music. The decoration was nice, very dark and creepy, which was strange since halloween was still two months away. Mike found an empty table and sat in one of the tall chairs to it, listening to the music and gathering up his courage before he would go to the dance floor and attempt dancing. The music had small breaks in which someone would claim a birthday, and ask the DJ in the large black box to give a happy birthday to them, then the DJ would let the whole club yell a cheerful "Fuck you!" to the birthday victim. Mike was enjoying the scene so far, he spotted Jason dancing with a crowd of other people from the Arts Village. "Have you seen my ears?" A femenine voice from behind Mike asked. "What?" Mike asked in confusion until he turned around and saw the goth kitten, only without her ears. "Oh... I'm sorry, what you said just didn't make sense. I haven't seen them, I'm sorry." Mike said, turning away. "Well fuck, I only had them one night." She said, sitting down across from him and rested her arms on the table, then set her chin on it, looking up at Mike. "Who are you?" she asked, somewhat rudely, but in a sweet girly tone. "Mike." he said, taken back by her boldness. "So, who are you?" Mike asked, trying to sound relaxed. "Terri, short for Theresa." She said, smiling and sitting up. "I want to dance, come with?" Terri asked. "Sure." Mike said following her to the dancefloor. Terri danced very gracefully and smothely, while Mike was obviously not as skilled. Her motions were even like a cat's, gradual shifts in her shoulders and small steps and flows. They danced for an hour, Mike nervous the whole time, and Terri not really paying attention, lost in the music. After an hour, Mike was visable wearing thin on stamina, his legs feeling like they were about to fall off from his weight shifting, and movement to the beat. Over the music Mike yelled that he was going to go sit down for a bit, Terri following him. Terri walked and got some water for both of them and walked back to the table, offering the drink to Mike. "So where are you from?" Terri asked. "Lakewood, this suburb of Cleveland." Mike said, masking his embarrassment at coming from a suburb. "How about you?" he asked. "Sin." Terri said smiling and trading a finger slowly along the rim of the cup. Mike looked confused, then thought about it for a moment, realizing that sin meant Cincinatti. "What are you majoring in?" Mike asked. "Sex." Terri said, to which Mike coughed in mid-sip of his water. "What?" Mike choked out, trying to breathe. "Well, I figure that's what happens at college anyway, so I should study it, maybe make a hypothesis on it and get made into some kind of Sociological Idol like Karl Marx." Terri said, "Besides, I figured you choke if I said it." "Very funny, so you're a Sociology major, that's cool I guess." Mike said. "Boring isn't it?" Terri half-asked. "Well, we can't all be famous you know." "True." Mike said looking at his watch, realizing it was already past midnight, and he was still just looking at how lovely she was. "Want to get out of here?" He asked, half wincing at how much it sounded like he wanted to just tie her to his bed, not that he'd mind. "Sure, I know a good coffee shop in town, they should be open." Terri said, smiling, "However, I bet our roomies are trying to sleep, so I don't think you can violate me just yet." Mike again visable choked in surprise. They walked for ten minutes, getting coffee and heading back to campus. Large blue "safety lights" gave everything a mellow coloring. "Are you cold?" Mike asked, as he noticed she wasn't wearing much. "Is that a hint that my nipples are poking out?" Terri asked, while checking her leather top. "Not cold yet, but we should go to my lounge so that we can enjoy soft couches. Dancing wears me out." "With how slowly you move? How do you think I felt?" Mike complained. "Well," Terri said, leaning close to him, "I guess I was smarter then." She said blowing a kiss. "You always this flirty with people you don't know?" Mike asked, nervously. "Worse sometimes," Terri said, "but I'm having a good time just tormenting you." They went into the dorm's lounge, Terri living two floors above Mike. They talked about moving in troubles, lofting their beds, building futons, and food on campus until early the next morning. "So," Terri began, "are you tired?" she asked. "Sort of, I have a class at noon though." Mike said, yawning. "Well, I have none today, So I can either wake you up, or keep you up." Terri said. "How would you manage that?" Mike asked. "Easy, I'd sit in your room and play on your computer while you slept, then pounce you to wake you up before class." Terri said, demonstrating by tackling him on the couch, and laying on top of him for a bit. "Or... there is always the option of not letting you sleep, and playing with you instead." Terri said, tracing his ear with her tongue and gently blowing air into his ear. Mike shuddered gently from this, surprised and enjoying it. "I hope you'd know what anyone with any sanity would choose Terri." Mike said, trying to not act as nervous as he was. "Oh... well okay, I'll just play on your computer then!" Terri joked, hopping off of him and walking up to the stairway that held their side of the dorm. They walked up quickly, and into Mike's room, seeing his room mate getting his books together for his morning class. "Oh, hi Brian, Math?" Mike asked. "Yeah, it's a bitch, but I need it for Comp Sci." Brian said, spraying on some deoderant. "Have fun." Brian said patting him on the back after looking at Terri. As soon as the door was closed both Mike's and Terri's lips locked together, her leather pressing against his cotton shirt. "Are you sure about this?" Mike asked, making sure that she wasn't making a decision based on a tired brain. Terri thought about it for a second, then took Mike's hand and put it under her skirt. Mike immediately felt warmth and wetness on the soft silk of her panties. "I'm pretty sure." Terri said, climing up onto Mike's bunk. Mike knew better than to come to college without bringing some protection, and opened his sock drawer and made a quick decision to grab the one ribbed condom he had, under a pile of basic ones. Mike climbed up to see Terri untying her boots. "These things take for ever to put on or take off, but without them I let people know that I'm really 5'6" and not 5'9"." Terri said smiling as she threw her boots off the bed and pulled Mike on top of her, kissing him passionately. Mike quickly pulled her shirt up and noticed that the bra was built into her top, her breasts swung loose and bounced into life. At least a C cup. Mike smiled and squeezed one, leaning down and licking the nipple that was starting to stiffin from the air, and the touch. Terri laid back and began sighing gently as Mike used his tongue and teeth to caress her breasts. Mike slowly slid lower, trailing kisses on her pale, slim waist. Terri smiles and unzipped her skirt, pulling it aside and quickly pulled off her panties and thigh-length stockings, showing off a very well trimmed down and shaven body. Terri smiled as Mike admired her. "Most women shave at least around here," Terri explained, tracing her soft lips, "though I shave an inch higher than my slit to make it easier for men to not choke on hair." "Just water." Mike joked. "Yes, just water, now get back to that tongue and mouth action my little slave boy." Terri joked, running her fingers through his hair as he leaned closer and began licking her slit slowly, as it testing the water before he began swimming. Mike wasted no time testing and soon slid a finger into her while sucking on her clit gently, pinning it between his teeth. Terri began gasping gently and moaning quietly as his tongue began flicking her clit. Terri was obviously ready enough for sex, but wouldn't stop him from pleasing her. Mike added a second finger, noting how tight she was, he figured it was just luck that she was tigher than others. Terri was moaning louder now, making coarse gasps and clenching bedsheets. She smiled wickedly and sat up and scooted back, interrupting him as she pulled him up to her and kissed him deeply tasting herself on his lips. Terri then pulled his black shirt off and kissed Mike's chest, then quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, lowering his jeans and boxers and stared happily at his erection. "You're uncut." Terri said, looking at it closely, grasping it in her hand, "That means I can't use too much teeth, otherwise you'll get hurt, but it also means you probably are very careful about keeping this nice sized toy clean, so that it won't get infected." "I can see you pay attention to anatomy." Mike said with a smile. "Well, if you like something..." Terri said pulling back his foreskin and leaning down, taking in a few inches of him and gentle sucking on his soft skin while swirling the head with her tongue. Very gently and slowly Terri sucked on him, tasting him and stroking while he simply moaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Terri stopped and licked her lips, "as I was saying, when you like something, you study it." Terri said, laying back. "So when can I see how it fits?" Terri said bluntly. "Well..." Mike said unwrapping and sliding the condom on, "how about now?" "Oh! Ribbed, you're so considerate." Terri said jokingly. "Now's fine, so stop making me wait." Terri said, pulling Mike close and kissing him. Now Mike's taste lay on her lips. Mike slid in slowly, Terri arched her hips to help him slide in as she closed her eyes and exhaled softly when he was all the way in. "Are you alright?" Mike asked, seeing that she had winced a little. "You're bigger than the last one, so this'll take some adjustment, you might have to put it in me twice every eight hours, doctor's orders." Terri said, smiling. Mike pulled most of the way out and back in, then kept the motion up slowly as Terri held him closely and began moaning regularly. Mike sighed, the feeling was amazing, however his hips were already pretty thrashed from dancing, so he worried about having to stop from being too tired. Terri met every thrust of his and began licking his ear again, moaning into it quietly. Mike slowly began to move faster as Terri moaned louder, his hips beginning to ache, but at this point, pain was the last thing on his mind. Terri dragged her long nails along his back, gently, but hard enough to leave little red streaks along his back. Terri started gasping rapidly, then leaned up and bit Mike's neck, hard. She began shaking and held him tightly, as he thrust harder she stopped pressing back, still noticeably trembling. Terri stopped biting and smiled, "Sorry, orgasms distract me." "You are forgiven." Mike said kissing her, then pausing. "My hips are pretty screwed up right now, can we switch positions?" Mike asked. "I have a better idea." Terri said, easing him out and off gently, Terri took off his condom and began sucking on Mike again, this time much faster and with a lot more tongue. Mike began moaning deeply, he laid back as her tongue swirled on him and overloaded his senses. Mike began breathing heavier, and it was obvious he was almost at the end of the line. Terri smiled thinly while sucking on him and moving her head, she began tracing her nails along his balls, and working mostly on the head, and not the shaft as he was close to an orgasm. Mike sat up with a start and winced from pleasure as he came. Terri smiling again as she stroked him and began swallowing. She licked him clean and crawled up his body, holding him, "I like this, we should do this more often." "I agree." Mike said, falling asleep at 10 AM, and not waking up in time for his class, since Terri also slept. Gothic Love I was trying to impress the chick who lived next door to me. Yolanda, I think her name was. So, when she asked me to "babysit" her 18-year-old brother who was living with her while she went out on a date, I automatically said yes without even thinking about what I was agreeing to. If I had put some thought into it, I might've gave her some excuse as to why I couldn't watch her bratty little brother. But the deed was done and I'd already promised her that her brother could come over to my place and stay while she went out on her "date," so my hands were tied. Anyway, on the night she brings her brother over so I can keep an eye on him, my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets! I swear this kid looked like Marilyn Manson's love child! He was skinny, about six feet or so, and looked like the biggest fucking freak I had ever laid eyes on! One side of his head was shaved and the hair on the other side of his head was dyed so blonde that it looked more like a yellowish-white color rather than an actual blonde. He was wearing more makeup than his older sister, particularly around his eyes and on his lips that were painted thick with black mascara and red lipstick. The rest of his body--what I could see of it anyway--looked pale like he hadn't seen the sun in a hell of a long time. He was wearing a lime-green T-shirt with a red star in the middle and a pair of worn out-looking brown leather pants with black leather motorcycle boots that looked like they'd seen better days. Oh, and get this, his name was Danny, but he insisted to be called "Goth Child." Like the old saying goes, I guess it takes all kinds, huh? Yolanda assured me that she'd be back to pick up "Goth Child" before midnight. I said that would be fine (while I was thinking in the back of my mind the sooner she pick up her Marilyn Manson/Alice Cooper wannabe brother the better!). As the night dragged on, Danny or Goth Child or whatever the hell his name was sure wasn't much of a conversatinalist as he just sat there next to me on my couch just staring like a zombie at the TV. I tried to have at least a halfway decent conversation with the little bastard, but he would just mutter incoherently under his breath and basically just shrug me off. Needless to say, this rather pissed me off, so I did the only thing I knew how to do in situations like this and drink many, many beers before I passed out cold on the couch with this little fucker sitting right next to me. I woke up to the feeling on something on my crotch. I gazed down sleepily and got the shock of my life! Danny the Goth Child had taken my pecker out of my pants, which had apparently gotten hard while I was passed out, and was sucking the hell out of it! I tried to make him stop since I was no fag by any stretch of the imagination, but I was still half-drunk and half-asleep, plus I thought I might have been dreaming (not that I regularly dream about 18-year-old goth boys sucking me off, of course!). But the more he kept blowing me and fisting my prick the more I realized that this was anything but a dream! And, probably the biggest shocker of all, I was enjoying the hell out of this freaky kid's blowjob! Goth Child really knew how to suck a mean dick as he was running his fist up and down my shaft and licking the swollen purple head of my cock. He sucked the head into his mouth and jacked me off even harder. I watched his head bob up and down on my prick and listened to him moan while he gave me the most exuberant blowjob I had ever gotten! He took my dick out of his mouth and licked it all over like it was an ice cream cone. It turned me on to watch him licking my dick all over every vein and every inch of skin, making it nasty wet with his saliva. He put the tip of his tongue right under my swelled cockhead where the head connected to the shaft and flicked his tongue several times back and forth over that very sensitive area. That in itself caused me to nearly blow my wad right into his face, but he stopped just seconds before I blew and went down on my balls that were just as swollen as my dick. He took my balls in his hand while he held on to my dick with his other hand and sucked them both into his mouth at the same time. He stretched them out with his mouth as far as they would stretch until they slipped out of his mouth altogether. He took my scrotum sack back into his mouth and bit into my balls with his teeth. I threw back my head and groaned out as I felt a jolt of pain shoot into my nuts. He swirled his tongue around my sack over and over a number of times making the hairs and my sack skin just as wet as he had made my dick. He stopped licking my testies and lifted them up with his fingers. He let out his tongue again and placed the tip in the space between my nuts and my asshole. He ran his tongue all the way down this area to my asshole. He started flicking his tongue over my glory hole. Before I even knew what the hell I was doing, I scooted up closer towards him so he could have better access to my shithole. He let go of my balls and drove his tongue deeper into my crapper. My balls were literally in his face as he tongue-fucked my ass like his tongue was his dick or something. While he was rimming my shitter, my sensitive testicles slowly ran over his bald spot. I swear it was just like running your hand over sandpaper, only this sensation was way more intense. My whole body shuddered as my balls ran over the bald side of his head until they rested on his cheek. By now he was plunging his tongue in and out of my asshole, the tip of which was banging the shit out of my prostate. This caused my cock to become even more inflamed and hard until I thought it was going to explode right in Goth Child's hands! Goth Child finally took his tongue out of my ass and went back to sucking on my rock-hard cock. He sucked me and fisted me much faster than before. I couldn't hold it back any longer, so I let myself blow all over his makeup-covered face. He held his face over the flushed head of my prick and jerked me off as I blew wad after wad of my whitish jism right into his face, smearing his makeup in the process. I groaned and moaned as I had what had to have been one of the most intense orgasms of my life! I tell you, this kid could suck a dick even better than a woman! Goth Child stood up after I'd finished coming and, without saying a word to me and with my come dripping from his face, pulled down his brown leather pants. Unlike me, he wasn't wearing any underwear, and his dick shot out of his pants like a fucking rocket. My eyes got big as saucers the second I saw his already-erect dick he was now holding in his hand. It was at least a good two or three inches than mine--probably longer than that!--and his balls hung down so low I couldn't help but wonder just how in the hell he was able to walk around with those things in his pants! I looked up at his face and saw the little prick smiling down at me like he was really getting off on my shock of his huge schlong and balls. He stepped closer to me and practically shoved his cock into my face. The tip was touching my lips, and I knew what he wanted me to do. Even though I'd never--not once--sucked a man off before, I opened my lips without reservation and let him shove his big hard pecker all the way into my mouth. I almost gagged when I felt the large swelled head of his cock hitting the back of my throat, but, to my credit (and surprise!), I was able to take all of him inside my mouth without too much trouble. His balls slapped me against my chin as he fucked my mouth with his impressive manmeat. His cock had a kind of bittersweet taste to it. To be honest, tasting this kid turned me on, and I couldn't wait to taste his balls! Almost as if he could read my thoughts, he took his dick out of my mouth and shoved his sack into my face. I eagerly opened my mouth as wide as I could and let him stuff his nuts deep into my mouth. I closed my lips around his balls and sucked them hard just as he did with mine. I tugged on them with my teeth as he jacked himself off above my face. I watched him as he gritted his teeth and groaned while I kept pulling hard on his nutsack. He pulled back away from me and shoved his prick back into my mouth where he fucked my facehole even harder and faster than before. He ended up shooting this hugely thick load right into my mouth. His spunk gurgled in my mouth and spilled out all over my chin as he kept pumping his prick into my face. His sperm was hot, salty, rich, and oh-so-creamy! It tasted damn good, and I was hoping I could taste some more before his older sister Yolanda came to pick him up. Since we both just had these raging orgasms, I thought that was it and we wouldn't be able to do any more for the night. But then, just as soon as that thought entered my mind, Goth Child got on his knees in front of me between my parted legs and shoved two fingers into my asshole. I tell you, the instant his fingers rediscovered my prostate, my limp dick shot up like a roman candle! Once my dick had gotten hard-as-a-rock again, Goth Child stood back up and turned his back to me. He pulled off his motorcycle boots and leather pants and leaned himself back towards me where he mounted my cock. I held my cock upward so he could better straddle it. He grunted a little as he sat down on my dick that was slowly pushing in inch by inch into his tight asshole. I could see his dick growing harder and harder the more he straddled me until my cock had disappeared down his colon. He was holding himself up on my leg with one hand and holding his dick in the other, then he pushed himself up and down on my johnson. I couldn't believe I was actually fucking another guy in the ass! Me, of all people, the straightest guy in the whole fucking universe! But I was ass-fucking this kid, and I was, to be brutally honest, enjoying the fuck out of it! Goth Child rode me like a horse while he held his fully-erect dick in his hand. He leaned back onto my shoulder, and I looked down at him. My semen had caked onto his face, making him look even more freaky than he looked already. I could feel my own semen start to rise in my ballsack as his sphincter fit snugly around my trouser snake. I've got to admit, his asshole felt a hell of a lot tighter than any pussy--and I mean any pussy--I've even been in! My balls started to recede into my waist, and I knew I was going to have what was going to be the biggest orgasm of my life! And that's just what I had as I moaned out like I'd never moaned before as I shot load after load of my jizz right in Goth Child's rectum. I could feel my spizz spilling out of his ass and drench my hairy waist. When the last drop of my spuzz dripped out of his colon, he slowly got off my cock and turned back around, my gunk dripping down the back of both his legs. He got on his knees in front of me again and, before I knew it, he was rubbing the still-swelled head of his cock back and forch over my asshole. I spread my legs a little farther apart so he could again have better access to my shitter. He briefly stopped trying to poke me in my ass and pulled my pants and jockies down farther so they wouldn't get in the way as much. He went back to shoving his prick into my colon, and he was doing a damn good job as he pushed the head past my hairy opening into my rectum and down my colon until the very tip was touching my prostate. That's when he rammed his cock in and out of me like he was fucking the shit out of some pussy. It should go without saying I ain't never been fucked in the ass by a man before--never!--but I felt like not only was my entire body going to ripped in half by this kid as he was brutalizing my tight virgin ass with that huge thing between his legs but that I was also going to pass out from the immense pain and incredible pleasure I was feeling from his ass-reaming and prostate-poking. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I reached behind him and gripped both his pale scrawny ass cheeks with my hands, getting some of my own splooge on my fingers, and held on tight as Danny the Goth Child fucked me like a bitch. Danny gripped my thighs harder with his hands when all of a sudden he screamed out like a woman. In a matter of seconds, I felt my entire colon filling up with his hot thick spunk so much that I could almost feel it shooting back up into my throat! Just like mine did, his come spilled out of my ass and stained my ass cheeks and my couch. He pumped his prick in and out of me a few more times, then he took himself out of my entirely. Again, I thought we were through for the night, but then he lowered himself down and licked up every single drop of my come out of my asshole and he even licked some off the couch. Boy, was this kid a freak! The second he had stood up, I grabbed him by his hips, spun him around and stuck my entire face up his ass. Goth Child bent over and held on to his knees while I paid him back by licking and slurping up my own caked semen that was still seeping out of his ass and rolling down the back of his legs. His asshole was gaping, so I stuck my tongue all the way down inside of him so I could get a taste of another man's shitter. And, I must say, it tasted great like a cold beer on a hot July day! Danny and I finished up just in time for his sister to arrive to pick him up. When she did finally come back from her "date," which was nearly one in the morning, she asked me--a little tipsy--if Danny had given me any trouble. With Danny standing behind her giving me this shit-eating grin, I looked at her with as straight a face as I could muster and told her flat out, "No, Yolanda, he didn't give me any trouble at all." Needless to say, Danny the Goth Child made many more return visits to my backdoor, if you know what I mean!