10 comments/ 93718 views/ 3 favorites Happy Ending By: Katthrynn "Hey Char, last minute walk in, can you take her?" called Jackie, the other late night therapist at the Soothing Touch Massage Clinic. Char looked up from her SOAP notes, "Yeah sure, just let me finish up these notes." "Cool, I'll tell her you'll be you'll be right out, I'll leave the keys on the backroom desk so you can lock up when you're done." Charlene nodded as she finished her notes on the previous client. She heard the bell over the door chime as Jackie left. Walking to the front waiting room, she smiled at the woman seated there, continuing across the room to lock the door. "I'll just be a minute, just need to lock the door" "No problem." the woman replied. Char locked the door and turned to look at her client for the first time. The instant rush of lust flooding her aggressively heterosexual body stopped her mid breath. She could feel her heart racing, her hands sweating; she hoped her mouth wasn't hanging open. The woman was slightly built and dressed prettily in soft cotton shorts and a tank top faintly showing the shadow of easily aroused nipples. Her lush dark hair and finely curved features revealed both a mix of Western and Eastern heritage. Char touched her tongue lightly to her lips. "Hello" she said trying not to betray the quiver in her body, "My name is Charlene Michaelson, I'll be your therapist tonight" The woman took her outstretched hand firmly, "Hi, my name is Amy. Thank you for seeing me so late." "Not at all, do you have your sign-in sheet?" "Right here" Amy handed her the clipboard. "Lets go on back, than. We're in the back massage room today" Char gestured to Amy to precede her down the hall. Therapists were supposed to walk behind their client so they can check the client's posture and gait for abnormalities. Charlene, however, could do nothing but stare at Amy's perky little ass. It hypnotized her with its beautiful even sway and enticing curves. When they got to the massage room Charlene glanced at the paperwork, it'd been nearly six months since Amy had been to the clinic. "I see Stephanie used to be your therapist, she's no longer here." "Yeah the receptionist told me, too bad" "Yeah, we miss her" Char agreed. "Well, your familiar with what we do, so go ahead and undress to your comfort level and lie on the table under the top sheet. I will be back in a few minutes." Char went back to the workroom and tried to get a grip. What the hell is wrong with me? she wondered. She took some deep breaths and tried to focus, but images of the petite dark haired beauty lying naked in the next room kept her mind firmly away from business. Splashing cold water on her face and wrists didn't help much either. She toweled off and knocked on the massage room door. "Come in" Amy's voice called though the door bringing with it a flood of images each more alarmingly erotic than the last. She walked into the dimly lit room. Amy was face down on the table, draped under the sheet. "Comfortable?" Char asked "Yeah" "Good, lets start with some deep breaths to relax." Char gently touched the firm slender back through the sheet and began rocking Amy's torso. She moved down to the hips and caught her breath; Amy was not wearing panties. Normally this was not a big deal, but than, normally Char did not want to fondle her clients through the sheet. Careful not to let her turmoil show in the trembling of her hands, Charlene worked her way down Amy's back with out a problem and then moved to the legs. Starting at Amy's right foot, Char undraped the leg and tucked the sheet so nothing was exposed as state law required. She began to work on the foot, trying hard not to stare between Amy's legs. She massaged the calf and moved to the thigh. She realized that the drape had come loose. That had never happened during one of her massages before. Char could nearly see all the way up Amy's thighs. She shook her head and decided just to get through the legs as fast as possible. She began her compressions and deep tissue gliding and tried not to notice how soft and pillow-like Amy's thighs were. Next, she began petrisage, which is lifting and kneading the muscles. When she moved to the inner thigh, Amy moved her other leg outwardly giving Char free access all the way up. Char licked her lips. All she could think about was sliding her hand up Amy's thigh and touching the lovely waiting pussy which seemed to be calling to her. She had never even wondered what another woman's pussy felt like, but now she could barely keep her hand off one. She forced herself to think of the sections of the ethics code she'd be shredding if she did that. She could lose her license. Still, she couldn't think of anything else. It would be soft and wet. I wonder if she shaves? Char wondered idly. Char noticed where her hands were and gasped, Oh my God. While she was spacing out, Char had worked up the inner thigh much further than she was supposed to. She was nearly at Amy's pussy. One slight movement would move the drape and Char would be able to see everything. Quickly Char recovered the entire leg. She moved to the left leg and raced through the foot and calf. She meant to race through the thigh, too, but the drape had come loose again and Char could see even further up this time. Again, Charlene couldn't help, but stare underneath it. Without realizing it, she massaged Amy's inner thigh over and over again. It wasn't until her fingertips brushed he edge of Amy's pussy that she realized how far she'd gone. She waited for the outraged reaction which should follow such a gross violation of professional conduct, but all Amy did was sigh and ease her legs further open. Charlene licked her lips. She wanted nothing more than to slide her fingers up those soft thighs, under the drape to see how wet and velvety that pussy was. Instead, she slowly recovered the leg and asked Amy to turn over. Charlene decided to work arms next. Nice, safe, non-sexual arms. She moved to Amy's left arm and began the joint mobilization stretches. Amy's eyes were closed and her face peaceful, but through the light summer drape, Charlene could see her dark stiff nipples and her tiny quarter-sized areolas. She massaged the left hand, forearm and arm. Next she had to stretch the pectoral muscles above the breasts. Pressing against Amy's chest just above her beautiful, cupcake sized breasts, Charlene stretched Amy's arm back stretch her chest muscles. Even working through the drape, touching so close to Amy's breasts got Charlene incredibly excited. She fought to control herself, but was getting the to point where she didn't care anymore. She was in the grip of unbridled lust and as soon as the session was over, she was going to lock herself in the bathroom and masturbate until she rubbed herself raw. She just had to finish the fucking massage without losing her license. Charlene moved to the other arm and worked the whole arm and pectorals without losing control. She moved to the head, neck and shoulders. Head work done sitting down so she snagged her stool and sat. God, she's beautiful! Charlene thought gazing at the relaxed face. She began with the shoulders, worked the neck and head and finished by returning to the shoulders. When she touched the shoulders again, the drape slipped down exposing on luscious breast. Time stopped for a moment and then Charlene slipped her hand down and caressed it. Amy didn't move; just licked her lips. Charlene slid her other hand down and fondled both breasts together. Amy sighed. Charlene smoothed her hands over the firm tissue. The hard nipples pressed against her plan. Char took one nipple in each hand. She pinched them lightly and was rewarded with a quick gasp. Charlene bent over and kissed Amy on the lips while kneading her breasts. Amy flipped her wrist abruptly and the drape slid completely off her body and on to the floor. Amy was stretched out naked on her table exactly as Char had envisioned. She was breath-takingly beautiful. Beautiful and ephemeral. Fairy glamour. A dream that would disappear with the morning sun. But she was real. Real, ready and wet on Charlene's table and under her hands. At least, Char assumed she was wet. Charlene certainly was. She stood up and walked down to the foot of the table. Her hand glided down Amy's body caressing as she went. Amy's legs were spread as wide as the table would allow. Standing at the foot of the table, Charlene, at last, could see the pussy she'd been dreaming of for the last hour. It was beautiful – trim and inviting. Charlene climbed up to kneel on the table between Amy's legs. Charlene bent down and looked closely at the first pussy she was going to eat. It was open and lush like a flower. Just like all the Romance novels always described. Go figure. Charlene giggled to herself. She bent down and kissed it carefully. She felt a tremor run through Amy's body. Encouraged Charlene began to lick. Softly and carefully she felt her way with her tongue through the folds and curves of Amy's pussy. Every inch of it tasted delicious. Charlene couldn't believe how great it tasted. She ate more voraciously. She nibbled and bit; licked and sucked. Above her, she could feel Amy react. Every tremble and sigh echoed through her body against Charlene's lips. She felt linked to Amy's deepest Self and she was trying to drink it down. She sped up and pushed deeper. Deeper and deeper, she couldn't get enough. She wanted to plunge into the very source of this beautiful fountain. Distantly she heard Amy's moan's of pleasure, but she could also feel them echoing through her body. They were getting louder. Amy's hands were on her head pushing her deeper still. Char slid one finger in as she licked upward to find to find the clitoris. Inside of Amy's pussy felt like a velvet covered vice grip. Char eased another finger in and finger fucked Amy violently. At the same time, she kissed, nibbled and licked her clitoris. It's like patting your head and rubbing your tummy at the same time, Char thought. She was inexperienced and a little bewildered about how to do this right. Amy sounded like she was enjoying it. She was certainly loud enough. She was shrieking now and her pussy was spasming. Char could tell Any was right on the edge of an orgasm so she thrust her hand even harder and bit down on the clit at the same time. "Oh Yes! Mother Fucking Yes! I'm cumming." shouted Amy. Char knew that without being told. Amy was jerking and twisting on the table and her pussy was spasming violently and squirting everywhere. Charlene drank it all down as if she was dying of thirst. Finally, the orgasm subsided and Charlene looked up Amy's body. She was covered in sweat and her hair was a mess. Charlene thought she'd never seen anyone so beautiful. Char crawled up Amy's body. She kissed both nipples lightly and kissed Amy on the lips. Amy wrapped her arms around Charlene and kissed her back. She smiled wickedly. "Get your clothes off. It's my turn!" Happy Ending Hello. This is my first story I hope you enjoy, any feedback will be welcomed. DV Smith. ***** Nick pulled up to his girlfriend's drive way feeling more confident than ever in their three month long relationship. Most of the time he would meet her after class or in the local pub however this time she had asked for him to pick her up at her house. Nick had met her family and liked them (thought they didn't dislike him) but yet he felt nervous of coming here. Ash was in her last year of college, grown up and intelligent. Nick a few years ahead had already started working as an electrician. They had met through bizarre circumstance; his buddy went on a blind date with her, he had met them during the date (completely unaware it was happening despite what his friend thought). It didn't work out between them however after another chance meeting (this time in a bar) they had agreed to go out. After all she laughed at his stupid jokes and he liked her laugh. He looked at himself in the mirror, he wasn't devilish handsome, yet not ugly by any means. He was normal. His short wild brown hair caused some concern; he could never get it straight. His light hazel eyes flashed down at his body. He wasn't skinny but wasn't overweight, didn't workout fanatically but had daily walks. Other than a little dry skin he was fair and cleanly with a light layer of hair that started on the back of his neck and traveled to every other part of his body. As he sat in his car he wondered if he should honk or go to the door, the door would be a much more polite path he finally decided. Then before he could even unbuckle his seatbelt the choice was snatched away from as the door opened to reveal his girlfriend, her back turned speaking with someone. Nick sighed with visible relief; he would not have to face that battle of nerves today! Then wondered if his car was clean, after all he was a young man and practically never cleaned the car he was so proud to have bought with his own cash. There was a sound of her saying her goodbyes as Nick frantically looked around for trash, however he had proved resourceful and cleaned it prior to the date. Nick turned with a somewhat guilty smile as Ashley walked towards his car. "Hey babe!" He said managing to collect himself as she opened the door. She offered him a smile, then to her mother a wave before closing the car door. Ashley turned and kissed him on the check. "Hey," She replied with a mischievous look in her eye. Nick narrowed his eyes questioning, she was up to something. He smiled back so he wouldn't betray his suspicions and took the first good look at her body today. He hadn't seen what she was wearing. She wore a thin, light top that hung loosely on her skin. Her breasts weren't huge like most men fantasied but well formed. The shirt gave him a good eye full of them. His eyes widened a little once he got a good look at her black skirt. It was half way up her thighs and perhaps the highest he had ever seen it on her. He couldn't get over how hot it made her look and how turned on he was to see her in such an outfit. Paired with her red hair, alabaster skin and freckles she was a ginger pure and true but the prettiest he had ever seen. "Do you like it?" She asked coyly pulling him in for a kiss. Nick couldn't resist a grin as his lips touched her, so soft and today tasted like watermelon. "I do," Nick admitted, a little embarrassed for looking as long as he did, "I surprised to see you in it honestly." He offered as an explanation. She smiled at him and gave a cute little wink. "Thought I would try something new," She said as she bulked up her seat belt, "Come on, we don't want to be late! We might not get a good spot!" Her voice increased in both speed and pitch, she must be excited to see these movies. "We won't." Nick said taking his mind off his girlfriend's legs for a moment to concentrate on backing out of the drive way. Once he was back on to the road it didn't take him long for his mind to work back onto her body. Luckily they were only minutes away from the drive in, Nick though had been driving for years found it hard to concentrate on the roads and it wasn't the twilight of the coming evening. He thought of the last time they had sex, how her breasts rocked against his face. He had to shake his head to clear it as he came to a stop sign. However even then his mind lingered on her skin, how it felt and tasted. They have had sex four times since they started dating. Nick having been with her found himself unable to control his own body. Slowly he could feel the blood pumping to his crotch but there was not a damn thing he could do about it now. Or was there? Slowly he shifted in jeans trying to hide his erection but his plan was poorly conceived and horribly executed. Ashley looked over and gave him a leering look after turning back to the window. "I don't think you've ever worn something like that in school." He commented, feeling foolish the moment it came out, wishing he could take back the words and the blood that was now in his boner. Ashley took it with good grace, "Are you afraid everyone else will see me?" She asked with smirk. "Yes!" Nick said only half joking. In all honestly it took all the effort in him to ask her out the first time and the first date nearly killed him. He had finally gotten her and didn't want to face the idea of losing her. "Don't worry; this is for your eyes only." She said leaning over to give him a kiss, he felt her hand brush over the bulge in his pants and he could have sworn it was done purposefully. It took a while after that, but as they were reaching the drive in Movie Theater he could his erection softening at last. When ordering his tickets he lied about the pop and candy he stashed in the back and drove on in. Finding a spot would be easy, it was Thursday in the middle of the school year, and not many would have this privilege. Ash didn't have class on Thursdays and Nick had taken the next day off of work. Nick drove towards their assigned screen; it took only a moment for Ash to choose a spot. It was near one of the narrow edges roughly in the middle however gave a surprising effect of being near the center screen. As the sky darkened more people filled in, none even close to his island of isolation. The other two screens had newer movies drawing more attention. It was the first movie was his interest, a real man movie. Sex, violence, sex, drugs, sex, violence and his favourite actor who died in nearly every movie he was in. Nick gave him half an hour until the end to die in this one. Nick was earnestly surprised when Ash agreed to watching it without even learning the second was more of a chick flick. Nick had already worked out the radio and his absolutely perfect seating arrangement for the dual screenings. He smiled as the window had not a spot on it, it would be easy to see everything in the movie. Ash leaned over on his shoulder; it was moments like these he was happy the central compartment was back more than most cars. Her hand rubbed his leg slowly; he could feel the blood starting to return to his cock as her hand reached inward. Again a suspicion that she was doing this on purpose flooded into his mind. Surprisingly the thought only made him more aroused. Nick looked around but there was no one paying attention to them. People honked the horns trying to make the movie start faster. Nick shook his head; Ashley looked at him from the movement "What?" "Oh." He said disappointed he had disrupted her. "People are stupid." He said as another horn went off, this time to hockey night in Canada. "It's not like it's going to make the timer go any faster." "Oh" She replied with a light laugh as her hand and shoulder returned to their former places "I thought you didn't like this." She was teasing him. "I like it!" He admitted swiftly and she laughed at his fluster. The screen turned on in the next moment, and a few short minutes later the movie started. Ashley's head remained on his shoulder but her hand started to explore his body. It moved up his chest and down along his belly always over his shirt before returning to his leg, brushing over the bulge in his pants every once in a while. Nick was breathing heavily, to the point where he had to open a window to lose some of the hot air. He didn't want her to stop but in such a public place! As the movie action sequences slowed to the rare romantic moment her hand became more active. It was now gliding over his dick from time to time and one rub even went as far as to go to his balls that had cuddled next to his dick. Each time he let out a gasp unsure of what to do. He started to move his hand but she grabbed it and put it back to its place. She purred softly in his ear, "This is my time to explore." Nick wasn't about to complain. The movie neared to the end, the main actor and the leading lady were stuck alone in the woods with his favourite act long dead. His friend told him about this love seen, hell he even got to see tits from a famous actress! However none of that stuck into his mind as Ashley's hand moves from lightly rubbing his leg to fully stroking his cock over his jeans. As the scene played out Ashley moved faster and grabbing more skin, Nick just held on for the ride. As the girl took her shirt off, Ashley's hand moved up his belly under his clothes. Then off came the bra, showing the actress's fabulous chest and down went Ashley's hand under both his jeans and underwear as she fished for his cock. Once found she rubbed it gently as Nick gazed at her wondrously. He moaned quietly, trying not to moan too loud, the scene forgotten. She moved her hand slowly along his cock for a minute but took her hand away slowly once the scene was over and after whipping her hand she plunged into the candy. Watching the movie's last fight scene as nothing had happened. Her attention was now on the movie but her body still leaned against Nicks as he panted heavily. The sudden removal of her hand was something of a tease however the ending was rather well done which gave a consolation. Her hand still explored between mouthfuls of candy, sometimes even giving a gentle squeeze every now and again. The movie of course ended with the hero and the actress who Nick could now check off of his list "of girls to see naked" rode into the sunset. He noted that there was a lack of his actor's name not even mentioned like they lost nothing during the adventure. However it wasn't a bad movie and for what it was and the action was pretty good. Or so Nick thought. "That was awesome!" Ashley said once the move was over and the hotdog bun short started. "I loved how he died, a little over the top but hey that's what happens when you fuck with dinosaurs." Ashley gave him a wicked look paired with a wink "How did you like the movie?" She asked amused with herself. "I kind of missed a lot of the story" Nick answered unsure of what to say. "But I liked the ending." He thought for a moment as it dawned on him that she liked it more than he did. "You like this stuff?" "Yep," She replied with a grin, "I'm a girl but I would rather see problems ended with a roundhouse kick to the face over some shitty life lesson crap." Nick grinned stupidly as he nodded with a smile. He knew that he was at the moment completely content, or rather would have been had she finished him off. "So you don't like chick flicks?" Nick asked, realize he could have watched both the action and the horror movie over the chick flick. The things you do for love... "Not really but I'll find a way to entertain myself, don't worry. Those movies always have happy endings." Ash said with a large grin, Nick wasn't if she was hinting at something or not. Ashley focused on the candy; her skirt was loose on her legs as each time she reached for one of the bags would raise it a little higher. Nick watched with amazement as she moved over giving him a full shot of her underwear. It was a shiny black from what he could see from his glance. He felt her eyes upon his face and he looked up slowly, to meet them. Not angry at all she gave rather lewd smile as she pulled it down slowly "Are you being a bad boy?" She teased. Nick didn't have time to answer as the oncoming movie started in that moment. The sky had fully darkened and the only light given was from that of the screen as the second movie began. Many of the other people relatively near them had ether went home or moved forward for a better spot. Isolated Ashley resumed rubbing Nick's leg although it didn't take her long to move to fully stroking his cock through his jeans. Nick moaned slightly Ashley leaned forward "Do you like that?" She asked in a seductive purr. "I do." Nick breathed heavily; he couldn't believe how good it felt. He shut his eyes for a moment but they shot open as he felt the zipper on his pants move. "What are you-" He started to ask but Ashley leaved forward silenced him with a deep kiss. As their months were interlocked she undid his button. Nick looked around frantically but no one was looking towards them. Ash brought his attention back to her as she gave his ass a little slap, something she would do when she wanted him to move his ass out of the way or for her to help him remove his pants. He lifted up his legs still a tad worried but lust overcame restraint. Slowly she pulled on his jeans until they were lower around his knees. Ashley returned her head to his shoulder as she played with his dick. First over his black boxers, she would slowly rub around his dick and sometimes even place it her hand full around but then she placed her hand under them. It was heavenly. Nick tried to look around but it felt "So fucking good." He snapped his mouth shut when he realized he moaned his last thoughts. Ashley giggled, as if he had encouraged her she started to speed up her exploration. "If that is good," She cooed, pulling down his boxers his showing his throbbing cock to her. "Then perhaps you would like this." Nick didn't know what that meant until she moved her head downward. She kissed the tip of his cock before slowly taking the whole thing into her mouth. Nick looked around pleadingly, hoping none could see her head but as it started to bob his problems disappeared. It was soft, warm and moist. She moved slowly back up, licking the tip to the root of his dick before taking it back into her mouth. Her hand moved to his balls as her head bobbed up and down rapidly sucking all the while. She gave him a gentle squeeze and Nick moaned, like an artist hearing appreciation for her work she smiled as she continued. Nick was unable to concentrate on anything save the feeling of the blow job. His head leaned back as he moaned some more, never had he felt this before. Every so often she would suck on the tip of his head and a shiver would come down his spine. Ashley moved slowly around licking his dick and then taking in back into her mouth as her hand moved around to rub his ass. He could feel the back of her throat as she shoved it deeper and deeper. She sucked back to the tip and looked up with a grin proud of herself. Nick was unable to speak as she quickly returned to work. The hand came up and started to stroke the base while she sucked on the tip. Nick moved and moaned uncontrollably as Ashley moved away. She even made him jump out of his skin as she moved even lower and sucked on his left nut. It was a little painful but it only added to the simulation of it all. Ashley started to really work now, sucking his tip half way to her hand as she jerked Nick off. Nick's eyes shot open as the realization of what was about to happen hit him. He tried to speak but his words were caught into a moan. He tried again a moment later able to give out "Babe... going...cum!" Ashley looked up for a moment before returning to work, taking his dick into her mouth fully, then moving up and down with it in the full length of his cock. Nick was unable to control it anymore, the way it felt and the how she looked into his eyes was too much for him. He moaned as he came into her mouth, he could feel the spurts of seamen going from his cock into her throat. He was shaking for a moment he was unable to control himself. "Holy fuck!" He barely managed between his moans. Then with his cock still inside her mouth Nick felt Ash swallow. A set of shivers went down his spine as she sucked on it a moment longer. She released and moved towards their pop bottles and took a large gulp. He took a minute to recover before pulling up his jeans slowly; it was so tender he felt a spasm of pleasure as he pulled zipped himself up. Nick kissed her deeply once she returned "Did you like that?" She asked playfully returning to his shoulder, Nick shivered again as another wave shot through his body. "It was fucking unreal!" He replied with no exaggeration. Ashley smiled as she opened the door "Come on" She said with a wink. Nick required no further explanation. He did take a quick look around, not a soul to be seen. He entered the back seat stealthily and once he shut the door he jumped her, bringing his mouth to hers. She sighed as he laid her out on the seat; it was tight but so hot! Ashley opened her legs a little; Nick moved his hands slowly down her leg until he reached her panties. Already wet with anticipation Nick grinned as she slowly rubbed her, Ashley's breathing increased as he moved more rapidly. She moved down her hand down to his crouch that was already hardening once again. Nick grabbed it and pinned it over head. "It's my turn to explore." "Oh my!" She said playfully, fully intending to sound like a started maiden. Nick mounted over her, his hand that held her arms slowly came down along her arm until it reached her breasts. Felt her tit through her shirt, already Nick could feel his blood flowing. She moaned softly as he kissed along her neck. Then as his mouth moved up along her face until he reached her lips. She kissed him deeply as his other hand started to explore. Feeling a little need for revenge Nick's hand moved down along her body until he reached her legs. He could hear her breathing increase slightly as his hand moved into the inner thigh. He grinned to himself upon hearing a gasp escape her lips. He moved along her smooth legs as his other hand maintained on her breast using his legs and her body for support as their lips remained locked. After a few long joyful moments of making out and exploring his still clothed girlfriend Nick finally started to work off her clothes; starting with her shirt. Intending to fonder Ash through her black skimpy bra Nick found himself unable upon looking at the flesh that was only a taste of what she held. More reluctant at being removed than her shirt the bra was proving resourceful. Ash grinned as she repositioned herself to allow Nick to move behind her to unhook the fabric that lay between him and his prize. Once she slipped out of the bra her breasts moved outwards a little, but still remained upright. Just a little larger than his hand Nick stared at the pair of beautiful artwork before him a moment before he went to work. Her pale skin was soft and smooth as he kissed his way down to her breasts. She moaned softly as he worked his way down to her left breast finally reaching the nipple. Licking around one of her nipples as his free hand worked her second breast. Ashley moaned as Nick bit down slightly on her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Ashley opened her legs a little more, allowing Nick to reach in behind her soaked panties. He could smell her now, that light sexual sent. Nick's hand slowly moved down her bare chest lingering for just a moment at the bottom of her tit. Then his fingers moved along her stomach playful tracing along her belly button until he reached the skirt. Then he moved his hands over his panties again. Happy Ending Nick moved on top of her, caressing her breasts with one hand while he bit softly into her neck. He slowly moved his left hand downward, his eyes shot open in surprise. She had shaven herself! She laughed softly in his ear, a noise silenced as he started to move around her mount remembering his body by touch. She moaned slightly as he rubbed her along her clit. She moved up and down with every motion of his finger, slowly he worked his way inside her. She gasped in pleasure as he moved slowly forwards. Once it was inside he twisted slowly before working the finger in and out. She grabbed his head and kissed him deeply, her teeth bite loving onto his lip. Nick moved faster as he kissed her neck then to her perfect breasts again, all the while his finger moved inside her. "Fuck me!" She cried in pleasure, Nick didn't need to be asked twice. He slowly worked his way on top of her from the bottom of the car. It was cramped but he honestly as starting to really enjoy himself now; the idea of being caught at any moment was only adding to the simulation. His clothes came off rapidly with the aid of Ash who nearly tore the shirt from his back. Nick looked at the movie once he was fully naked, same chilkflicky shit. He grinned as he moved over her once again. This time as his hands didn't go to her body but removed her panties in one, fluid motion. They ended up on the bottom between the seats as worked her leg over to the side and bent his cock into position. Normally he would kiss her lovingly and slowly work his way in as he fondled her tits but tonight he wanted to surprise her so once he moved his dick into the right place he thrust forward shoving the whole length inside. Ashley half moaned have cried, Nick paused wondering if he had hurt her but her leg moved over his ass telling him to move more. Nick removed it slowly, teasing her once more and thrust again hard into her body to receive another moan of pleasure. Ashley breathed "Stop... teasing me... you bad... boy!" Nick grinned as he leaned forward and started to thrust with his hips, slowly at first but as he increased in speed the moans grew louder. "Oh god, Oh GOD!" She moaned repeatedly, Nick thrust harder really getting into the motion. The skirt hid little as it raised up over onto her belly, his dick moved smoothly lubricated by her juices. They weren't trying to be loud however they were unable to control themselves in the grip of such erotic pleasure. Her tits were moving up and down at pace to his body; Nick watched them gleefully as he pounded away. "Oh baby, oh Nick." She breathed into his ear when he bent over to kiss her. "It feels so good." Nick kissed her once more before he grabbed her hips and started to thrust harder, trying to bring his full length out before thrusting it back in. Ash moaned as her mouth opened like a fish out of water, she shuttered as it went on. Nick took his cock out, checking how wet his balls had come. Ash looked at him questioningly before Nick turned her around. "You're a bad girl!" He said "I'm going to take you like one!" Ash laughed softly, nodding with anticipation. He got a good view of her ass as she turned herself around. It was small, curved and all his. He gave it a quick squeeze as she moved. "Hey now." She laughed. As she moved to her knees she said enticingly, "Oh god yes, fuck me like a bad gri-" She was unable to finish the sentence as Nick grabbed her hips and thrust his dick into her again. Nick's thrusts were slower to keep his dick in there, but Ashley didn't seem to mind. The motion of their movements increased the roll of the car but in the heat of passion neither gave a damn. This was when she came for the first time as he pounded away at the back of the car. He could feel her body shutter before him and she gave a slight crying moan. "Holy fuck!" She whispered but yet he still thrust into her. As the throes of passion the orgasm took her strength Nick leaned forward and plowed her still. It was only when she moved her hands upwards to lean her back up against did he slow down once again. Nick realized he had gone on for over twice the last time the fucked already. The idea thrilled him and he slapped Ash's ass, she moaned asking him to do it again. His dick came out once or twice during the few moments he pounded, every few moments slapping her ass. He could see her tits in the window, aimed down waving back in forth with his thrusts, he reached forward and grabbed them. Ash leaned back a little giving him easier access to them. It was in one of those moments when Nick had leaned forward to feel her tits that his cock slipped out once again. "Wait," she said stopping him from taking him again. He helped her move forward as she turned around. "Sit down!" She ordered before sitting on top of him. He hadn't entered her, but he could feel the closeness of the bodies as hid dick lay between them. They made out for a few moments; he took turns between her breasts and her mouth. Her hand came down and started to play with the tip of his cock between their bodies. Nick shivered as she worked. Slowly his started to return the favour, unable to finger her in this position he did get some clit time before she shut her eyes and started to breath heavily again. They sat beside each other for a few moments jacking the other off while their lips kissed and bit lovingly into the other's skin. Her hand wrapped around his cock and Nick knew that he was going to come soon. So he fought fire with fire and flicked his finger intensely around her clit. She winced in pleasure and breathed down into his neck and her hand slow down. She removed his hand and looked lovingly into his eyes. "You bad boy!" She teased as she moved up, taking his dick in her hand and guided it inside her. It entered smoothly as she lowered herself onto his cock. She shut her eyes as she kissed him. Slowly she moved up and down, each time sending a wave of pleasure through his body. Nick grabbed her hips and helped her as she rose up and down. Slowly once they understood the boundaries she moved faster, her tits started to jump up and down as she moved. Nick kissed her hard on the neck biting softly she moaned with pleasure. Nick thrust up into her causing a gasp as he moved into rhythm with her. They moved together as one, he could feel her coming again. Nick moved up and down, he could feel himself on the brink. He tried to move Ashley off him but she clung on to him as she orgasmed. Both the feeling and knowledge of her coming again on him drove him over the edge. Unable to remove her Nick came inside her again, this time he could fell himself filling her up with his seed. Nick shook as he breathed heavily; he couldn't believe what they just did. For a few moments they sat like that, naked in each others arms, Nick's manhood still within her. He slowly moved his hands around her ass, feeling the crack and squeezing it gently before moving for one last time on her breasts. Each one had a moment of attention, until he finally kissed her as both had stopped their spasms. It was now when she slowly got up from him and landed into the other seat. Slowly he reached for his clothes and moved stealthily into the driver's seat. He could feel the cool night air on his wet skin but kept the windows open to air out the car. A few moments later a fully dressed Ash joined him, just as sweaty and weak as him. "That was fucking hot!" She said as she kissed his ear. Nick smiled to himself as they watched the rest of the movie, Ash rubbed his leg more but never moved on from that. The movie finished not long after, and she was right, it was a happy ending. Happy Ending I take off my shirt and lay face down on the bed, arms out to the side, watching you get my moisturiser from the bedside table. I get you to unsnap my bra clasp and clumsily remove it, dropping it next to the bed. "Back and neck first?" you ask, and I nod. You clamber onto the mattress next to me and arrange yourself into a comfortable position, then flip open the lid of the moisturiser and squeeze some into your hands. I hear you rub your hands together then feel your hands start to apply a first coat onto my shoulder blades and run down my spine. This quickly becomes a routine, hands pressing down my shoulders to the small of my back then back up. I'm feeling relaxed by the time you start working on my shoulders and neck, and almost don't notice your hands move to include my sides, from armpit to hip. "How's this?" you ask. I murmur an encouraging sound, then clear my throat. "Feels good, really relaxing." I don't see the intent look in your eyes. You resume the routine and I gradually become aware of your fingertips starting to brush the side of my breasts when working my sides, starting to slowly work my underwear lower on my ass, and starting to run over the top of my shoulders to the muscles above my breasts. I let out a small contented sigh and realise I like the light teasing touches you're using. Interrupting your rhythm, I fold my arms above my head and rest my cheek on my hands, increasing your access. To my disappointment, you finish working on my back without any further advances. I start to think I was imagining things, attributing more to the sensual moves than was actually there, and just enjoy the relaxation. When you offer to work on my legs as well, I accept without hesitation. You move to sit further down the mattress near my knees. I hear the lid of the moisturiser and then feel the cool liquid being applied to the back of my left thigh. My hamstrings are always tight from sport, so this will be a welcome relief. You work down my thigh, past my knee, down the calf to my ankle and back up, using firm movements to work out knots. I make a few small encouraging noises, but they're generally not necessary. You know what I like and where I get muscle tension. Once the majority of knots are worked out, you go back to relaxation techniques and I can relax. I am aware of your hands moving, particularly on my thighs. I notice occasionally they move to the outside of my knee then up the leg, one stopping at the hem of my underwear and the other stopping short of my crotch. It almost seems like they're creeping higher, eventually stopping just short of being able to touch my sex through my underwear. I'm acutely aware of the warmth growing between my legs at your touch. I bite my lip to prevent any possible inappropriate exhalations that will deter you, willing you to go just that tiny bit higher. Frustratingly you don't; continuing to tease, your hands stopping barely a finger-breadth away from the crease where my leg meets my crotch. When I feel moisture begin to gather, you indicate for me to turn over and politely look away. I grab the towel and awkwardly turn over, trying to ignore how aroused I've become. I just hope my underwear doesn't show how wet I am getting. As I settle on my back, you go back to work, paying particular attention to the knots on my shins. 'I must be getting worked up over nothing,' I think, although it doesn't make the scenario in my head any less erotic. You finish working on my shins and move up to my hamstrings. Here your hands follow their previous movements, finishing the mains muscle group before wandering to the outer sides and running up towards my sex. Your fingers lightly brush the edges of my pussy and involuntarily my legs part slightly, eyes tightly closed. My arousal is now unbearable, and I'm sure you can see and possibly feel the dampness in my underwear. I feel embarrassed but before I can get up to end the massage, your fingers run over and down my mound through my underwear and I let out a low moan. They then slip under the fabric and one finger runs down my slit, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. I look up at your face and see lust in your eyes. You remove your finger then slide my underwear off my hips and down my legs, leaving them on the floor next to my bra. I am acutely aware that I am now naked, a towel covering my breasts the only barrier to your eyes roaming my body. Feeling the mattress move, open my eyes to see your face in front of me and feel your lips press against mine. I kiss you back, touching your tongue with mine, and nipping your lower lip. Your mouth moves down my face, biting me hard on the neck and then sucking softly on a spot on my collarbone. Your hands are tracing the outline of my breasts through the towel. I arch my back and mew with pleasure and you take that as encouragement to remove the towel and trace the same pattern on my bare skin. You tease both nipples into hardened nubs, ignoring my gasps, and then pinch one as you take the other in your mouth. My hands bury into your hair, holding your head in place, my face flushed with desire and mind racing with incoherent thoughts. While your mouth continues to suck and bite one nipple, your hand releases the other and teases its way down my stomach to spread my legs. One finger runs down my wet slit again then parts my folds and touches my now sensitive clit, making me buck under your mouth and hand. I'm pretty sure I'm letting out small noises and sharp inhalations as your fingers strum my pussy. You moan as well, and it is at this point that I work out how turned on you are by what you're doing to me. You start kissing your way down my abdomen and stomach towards where your hands are pleasuring me. I spread my legs and start moving my hips with your hand movements. As you remove your fingers I moan, "Oh god", and I moan again as you use your tongue to explore where your hands have just been. One of my hands drops to grab a handful of your hair and the other reaches up to play with my own breasts. Your tongue is making lazy circles around my clit and occasionally does a long slow lick along length of my pussy. As my hips move faster and the noises I make become more urgent, you decide to take pity on me, pushing your tongue into me and probing deeply, repeatedly. You then replace your tongue with a finger and rhythmically slide it in and out of me, using your mouth to suck and manipulate my clit. My legs start to shake, it feels so good and I'm not sure how much longer I can take it. I have both hands in your hair, gripping your head in place. Funny, I don't even remember doing that. I feel your finger curl up inside me, searching for my sweet spot. Your mouth is still working on my clit and I am moaning non-stop. I gasp that I am about to cum and you press your face in to me just that little bit harder, sending me over the edge. I buck under your mouth, hips pressing into the bed and chest thrusting upwards. It feels like I crest the orgasm forever, although I know this is partly because you continue to pleasure me as I thrash under your ministrations. Gradually you slow then still your mouth and hands, then give my pussy a last gentle lick before sliding your finger out of me and raising yourself off the bed. As I lay there recovering, I try to slow my breathing back to normal. You've moved back into a sitting position next to me; your erection is visible pressing against your zip. Eventually I manage to roll to my side, and nodding towards the swollen bulge in your pants I ask "Anything you want massaged?" Happy Ending I glanced around the room that was once mine. I shuddered at the purple painted walls that I had at one time thought was the best color ever. My parents let me pick out the color; big mistake on their part. My old desk and dresser were still there along with the twin sized bed that was now missing the frame and was instead just on the floor in the corner of the room. Although everything was missing from the room that made it mine, I still felt weird being in here. My parents had decided to finally take a trip to Europe and asked for me to house sit and cat sit. I'd just graduated from college with a degree in psychology and wanted some time off before starting a job. Of course when I said I wanted time off I never expected to end up back in my home town for three weeks staying at my parent's house. I never cared for the town much. I had made my few really close friends but everyone in this town was just too snobby. There was no culture, no diversity, and not a damn thing to do. As luck would have it, none of my three closest friends from this town were here either. Jessica was still in Ireland, studying abroad, though secretly I had a feeling she'd met some Irish-accented stud and she didn't want to leave. My best friend Ryan was in the army and I hadn't heard from him since he wherever he was he couldn't be contacted. That made me more than a little nervous. Then there was Marie, who was in California visiting family. She would fortunately be back in about a week. I sighed and walked into my old room and dropped my suitcase next to the dresser. I was too tired to dig through it to find pajamas so I instead opted for underwear as acceptable pajamas. I unbuttoned the black slacks and let them pool around my ankles before I stripped off the white stretchy halter top I'd been wearing. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror that hung on the backside of the door and walked to it. I studied my reflection thoughtfully. I'd definitely looked a hell of a lot better than I did the last time I looked in this mirror half naked. For about three years after high school I'd gained a lot of weight. For a time I was just depressed and stuck in this vicious cycle but that was the year that Marie and I decided to go to Miami Beach for spring break. I'd started working out and eventually lost enough of that weight I'd put on to look good enough in a bikini. After that I never quit working out. Now I glanced over my figure and smiled. I was rather short or shorter than I'd like to be at 5'4 but I didn't complain much anymore. I luckily I still had bigger boobs than anyone I knew even after loosing weight. No, I'm not bragging. I'd always been rather gifted in that department although I couldn't figure out if it was a blessing or a curse because they were such a pain sometimes. I was slender, muscles were toned and tight, and I didn't worry much about what to wear any more. Currently I was in a pair of boy short panties and a black bra to match. I pulled the hair tie out of my hair and let the dark red hair fall around my shoulders before sliding in between the lavender sheets and white bedspread. It didn't take long for me to drift to sleep since I'd been traveling all day. What I didn't expect was to be awoken shortly after. I thought I heard the door downstairs but decided after a moment or two of listening that I did not. I started to drift off to sleep when I felt some one in the room and when my eyes flew open along with my mouth to scream a hand came down quickly to cover it. I struggled but the dark figure snatched both of my wrists deftly. "Dani! Danika chill it's me." Said a familiar voice. "Ryan? What the hell are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me." I scolded him before sitting up and throwing my arms around his kneeling figure. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me back. "Sorry. I just got home. I couldn't get a hold of you so I tried Marie who said you'd be here." He explained as he pulled out of the hug. Only then did I realize I was in nothing but my underwear. Of course that was the thing about our relationship. He'd also been my first love but we were too young then. We had a love/hate relationship throughout high school but when we finally graduated we became really good friends. Then we'd hooked up a few times... okay more than a few times, but we'd always remained friends. For the longest time I had believed myself to still be in love with him but a girl can only wait so long. Now we just had our relationship as screwy as it was. So my present dress apparel didn't bother me much. "My phone service is shit up here ever since I had it changed." I told him. "I thought you were supposed to be away for another few months?" "Medical discharge. Got shot in the arm." He explained and I gasped. 'I'm fine calm down." "Are you going back?" I asked worried. "No. I'm done." Ryan said standing up. "Mind if I stay?" "Course not." I told him and scoot over as he slipped out of his shirt and pants. Ryan then slid into the tiny twin bed behind me placing an arm protectively around my waist as he normally did. My back was flush with his warm chest and his scratchy thighs pressed against the backs of mine. He pushed his face into my hair and I sighed and relaxed. It was so easy and comfortable for us to be together in any manner. Except a real relationship. I'd always wanted more than friendship but I wasn't willing to risk out friendship as it was, even if it was a little unusual. So I accepted it for what it was and refused to dwell on it. It was nice to have some one you could be this close with and not ruin a friendship, most of the time. I sighed again and slowly drifted off to sleep. When I awoke next it was morning. Sunlight was streaming in the window and across the bed. I made to turn over but then realized that there was a warm body behind me and then I remembered last night. I shifted again and noticed the hard length pressing against the seam of my butt. I smiled slightly and twisted my body so I could look at his sleeping form. He blinked open his hazel eyes to look at me and then he smiled. "Mornin'" He said groggily. "Having a good dream?" I asked and tried to keep a straight face. "Wha- oh. Sorry." He half laughed half groaned as he turned over onto his back. I also turned over so that I was lying on my side looking at him. In the process the blankets had slipped lower and Ryan's eyes followed. Then he pulled the blanket off of me completely. "Hey!" I complained. "Holy shit. You look really good. I've been gone way too long." He said a bit shocked. My face heated as his eyes continued to roam. I pulled the blanket back over me. "That's not fair." "I've never played fair. You know that." I smiled at him. "You really do look great, Dani." Ryan repeated using his nick name for me. I hated being called Dani but he never gave up on the nickname so I gave up on trying to correct him. It bothered me less when he said it. "Thanks." I replied. "So do you." I noticed for the first time that he was no longer a long lanky kid and he'd filled out a good deal with muscles. Then I noticed the fresh looking scar on his left arm. I frowned and leaned over him and put a finger just below the scar. "That's where...?" I trailed off glancing up at his hazel eyes watching me. "Yeah. Straight through too." He said lifting his muscular arm to show me the other scar. "Hurt like a motherfucker." "Looks like it." I commented tracing my fingers over his arm as he set it back down. His other arm had snaked under my elbow which was propping me above him and his hand was trailing the length of my back. I bit back a curse. He was the only guy in the world that I just couldn't say no to and he knew exactly how to get me to cave. Usually I was a very stubborn person but Ryan had a gift for getting me to give in. "Missed you." He said quietly as he drew me down into his embrace. "I missed you too." I whispered against his shoulder where I rested my head. He stroked my back, his hands caressing every inch of skin they could find and I knew I was lost already. I pushed up and looked into those hazel eyes one last time before he cupped my face and brought my lips to his. He kissed greedily, his full lips demanding more as they traveled to my neck. "I thought we said we weren't going to do this anymore?" I asked a bit breathlessly. "Hmm... did we? That was a long time ago." Ryan said between kisses. He pushed be onto my back and maneuvered himself over me. "Yes, it was." I commented lazily as he continued his trail of kisses over my shoulder. Ryan paused to glance up at me with a look that clearly asked 'you done talking now?' "Alright. On with it." "That's encouraging." He chuckled at my exasperated surrender but continued his assault. He placed wet kisses across my shoulders, down my chest where he paused to free my breasts from my bra. He took his time licking around each nipple before taking it all in his mouth to suck and nibble before continuing down my flat stomach. Ryan kissed all along the edge of the fabric of the panties and then placed his mouth over my center and licked through the fabric. I let out a low moan and continued to squirm and he hooked his fingers into the elastic band and pulled the tiny piece of fabric off. No sooner had my panties been removed did his mouth find that hot, wet, giving flesh again and I grabbed the sheets. He licked and sucked and nearly made me squirm right off the bed before he ceased and worked his way back up to kiss me fully on the mouth. My hands reached immediately for his boxers and tugged them down. With the help of my feet and his hands he managed to wriggle out of them with out leaving my lips. As he settled I slid my hand down to grasp his warm hard flesh in my hands and received a groan in return. But then his hand snatched mine away and pinned it above my head with my other one. He spread my legs with his knees and with his free hand he guided his cock to my entrance. He pushed in with one quick thrust and I gasped and nearly fell apart right then. His mouth found mine and his hand found my clit as he drove himself in and out. I kiss him fiercely and wrapped one arm around his shoulders and the other was bracing myself against the wall above me. His panting mixed with my breathy moans that were increasingly becoming louder every time he pumped into me. Ryan increased the pace, pushing harder and faster until he brought me to the edge and stopped. I whimpered as he pulled all the way out only to sink back in. I moaned. "You don't play fair." I complained looking up at him. His expression told me he knew. Instead of saying anything he sat back on his knees, still joined, and pulled me up to straddle his lap. I wrapped both arms around his shoulders and rolled my his against his as he pulled his legs out from underneath before laying back so that I was on top. He groaned this time as I started to move my hips in just the way I knew drove him nuts. Ryan cupped my breasts and ran his fingers across my nipples before letting his hands slide down to rest on the curve of my hips. I tossed my head back, my long red hair tickling his legs, as I continued to work him slowly knowing I was torturing him. Ryan groaned again and began pushing his cock up into me harder and faster than before. I gasped and moaned, my hands bracing my breasts from bouncing too much. His fingers bit into my hips as he held me in place. Finally he rolled me back over and grabbed my legs, holding them apart while he pumped, his balls slapping against my butt. The look on his face was that of pure bliss and was enough to send me flying over the edge and shatter with release. I cried out, my hands grasping the sheets and my hips jerking in response. Ryan followed suit pulling my hips tight against his so he was imbedded deep into me and let go. His muscles jerked and his face screwed up before he finally collapsed on top of me, breathless. We fell asleep just like that, still joined and our bodies sticking together with sweat, which made it even more interesting to wake up again a few hours later. Ryan stirred first because that's what woke me up. Then came the sensation of his cock still buried in me. I blinked my eyes open and Ryan slowly pulled his semi-hard member out of me and pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Hi.' I said a slight smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "Hi." Ryan said in the same tone. He did smile and kiss me gently. "I suppose we should get up now." I said even though I didn't have the slightest inkling to get out of bed. "Nah. Bed is good. Plus I don't think I'm ready to get dressed yet." He said with lust in his eyes. "I think you left bruises on my hips." I told him. He pushed himself up farther to place kisses on my hips and then settled back down over me. "Sorry." He said thoughtfully. "You are gorgeous." "Shush. You only say that now because I'm thin." I said half joking. "That's not true Danika and you know it. I've always thought you were one of the prettiest girls I knew. Plus you know I'd love ya no matter what ya looked like." Ryan kissed my forehead as if to prove this. "I know. I love you too. But I do look better this way." I told him. "I won't deny you look damn good." Ryan said smiling. He looked down at me fore a few moments, the smile sliding from his face. "So I wanted to talk to you about something." "Alright... so talk." I said feeling worried. "Well... I had a lot of time to think while I was away. Well I had four years to think really. I know we've had a very interesting friendship to say the least but the more I thought about it the more it made me realize that maybe we shouldn't stay friends." Ryan paused and I looked at him confused. He didn't want to be friends any more? "Its not that I don't want to be friends Dani, its just you and I have a friendship that goes beyond friendship. And I've taken you and our friendship for granted. I mean you've been there for me through so much and no matter how big of a screw up I proved myself to be or how much of an ass I was to you, you never left my side. You've always been a good friend and I've always known that you've wanted more than just friends." At this I interjected, "Ryan I do want you as a friend." "No babe I know that. But you can't deny you don't want this to be more than just friends. I know you do, I've always known. I just could never bring myself to get into a relationship like that and risk loosing you as a friend. But like I said, the more I thought about us, the more I realized that I love you, that I'm in love with you. And I want to find out if we could make things work between us. That is if you do too..." Ryan finished looking down at me comprehending everything he'd just said. "You've finally pulled your head out of your ass." I said laughing. Ryan laughed along with me. "Took you long enough." With that I kissed him and it was different. It meant more than just a lustful prelude to incredible sex. It was full of love, a love that had been waiting to grow since we'd met. "Maybe we should just skip the whole dating thing. We've practically been together for what? Ten years now? Let's just get married." Ryan said kissing my face. "Oh no buddy. You are going to give me the relationship I deserve." I told him smacking his shoulder. He grinned. "If you happen to ask me to marry you along the way I might just say yes." I added and he kissed me again and again. Needless to say we didn't get out of bed all day. One year later Danika and Ryan were celebrating their one year anniversary. In Venice. On their honeymoon. Happy Ending "So would you like a happy ending with your massage?" Annette Brite asked in that sexy posh voice of hers. "Uh, doesn't that involve you... uh... jerking me off?" Clive Little asked. "Yes, Mr. Little," Annette laughed. "It is indeed a euphemism for hand relief." Little was at a loss on how to respond. He was still trying to work out how he'd ended up here, in her little shop, at seven in the evening. ***** Little had been looking for a last minute birthday present for his wife when he'd noticed the New Age shop on the corner of Bachman Road and Matheson Street. He hadn't really noticed it before so he thought it must be new. He tried to remember what had been here before. Wasn't it a sex shop or something like that? Something boarded up and poky anyway. The new shop was a complete contrast. It was light and airy with big wide windows. 'Crystal Soul' was painted on the glass door in bright pink crystalline letters. It was a long shot, but Little was completely out of ideas at this point. Maybe he'd find something here. You never knew. As he was debating on whether or not to enter he nearly collided with a tall, strikingly beautiful blonde girl. She was continuing a conversation with someone inside, looking back over her shoulder and not spotting Little until she almost bumped into him. "I'm sorry," Little said, stepping out of her way. The girl smiled back at him, brightening Little's day as her clear blue eyes flashed with a hidden promise. Wow, now here was a stunner, Little thought, unable to look away as she walked down the street, long blonde hair swishing as her hips swung provocatively. Easy Clive, Wifey would not be amused if she was here now. No harm in looking though, he thought, smiling as he turned back and entered the shop. The girl behind the counter was also attractive. She had long black hair that cascaded down onto her milky-white shoulders in a waterfall of ringlets. Her face was so pale and flawless it might have belonged to a precious porcelain doll. Her dress sense was a little unusual though. She wore a heavy black velvet dress that looked as though it belonged to some other bygone age. It showed off the creamy white expanse of her cleavage to good effect though. "Hello, can I help you?" She spoke perfect Queen's English without any trace of an accent. Somehow she managed to pull it off without coming across as haughty. Little was a little embarrassed to realise he was staring at her cleavage. He looked up to meet her eyes, hazel orbs that flashed with amusement. "I'm looking for a gift for my wife," Little said. "What kind of gift do you think she'd like?" the shopkeeper asked. "Um, you know, I actually don't have the foggiest," Little replied. "Men," the shopkeeper laughed, rolling her eyes. When Little had first saw her face he'd been put in mind of a doll, perfect yet cold. He supposed it would be the same had he seen her face in a picture or photograph. It only took a smile to dispel that impression. Her face took on a real animated quality and radiated warmth when she smiled. She seemed like fun. "We're not very good at this type of thing are we," Little said, smiling. "Let me help," the shopkeeper smiled, coming out from behind the counter with a swish of her long velvet dress. "These crystals look pretty," Little said, looking at a shelf that glittered with shards of refracted light. He immediately regretted his comments. He felt like the idiot who'd walked into Samuel L. Jackson's comic book art shop in Unbreakable, looking to buy a cartoon for his kid when Jackson's character was selling art. He tried to rescue. "But I suppose they also have some other important function like... uh... healing or something." Little suspected he was just making it worse. He didn't understand this New Age stuff at all. The shopkeeper saw he was floundering and laughed. She picked up a crystal off the shelf and stared into its dancing depths. "The crystals are many things to many people," she said. "To some they have healing properties. Others think they are just pretty. There is no harm in thinking that. Sometimes the healing comes from owning something beautiful." To Little it seemed like the lights in her hazel eyes danced like the lights in the crystal. "And then to some they're just rocks," she said, plonking the crystal back down on the shelf. "I don't think your wife would be impressed with a pretty rock do you." Little's wife, Melissa, was a practical girl. It was what had attracted him to her in the first place, although sometimes he wished she'd show a more whimsical side, especially in the bedroom. The shopkeeper was right. She was unlikely to be impressed with a pretty rock. Oh well, it had been a long shot. "Hmm, this isn't quite as flashy, but she might appreciate it more," the shopkeeper said, pulling out a flowery wrapped box set of bath salts and oils. "A good relaxing bath works wonders for rejuvenating the body." Little took the box from her. Yeah maybe Melissa would appreciate this more, provided he got her to put the damn stuff in the bath first. "You should treat yourself as well," the shopkeeper said. "You look a little tense if you don't mind me saying. Do you spend a lot of time in front of a computer?" "Is it that obvious," Little smiled, visibly moving his shoulder joint. "There's a certain tenseness that creeps into the shoulders from spending too much time hunched up in front of a computer screen. Here." She put her hands on his shoulders and gently began to knead the muscles beneath. That felt nice, Little thought, feeling a warmth spread across his shoulder blades. His and Melissa's careers kept them both so busy they no longer had the time to be as intimate with each other as they used to be. "As, I thought, all knotted up," the shopkeeper said. "We need to give you a good massage to work out all this tightness." "Uh?" "Oh don't worry, I'm fully qualified," the shopkeeper said, handing him a card, "I work evenings, after the shop is closed." Little stared at the card. The name on it was 'Annette Brite'. "Tell you what, let's make the first session free. A taster," the shopkeeper said. "I could do with the business," she whispered behind her hand. Little looked at the smiling shopkeeper -- Annette -- in front of him. She was very attractive -- damn it, stop staring at her cleavage, Little thought -- and the prospect of receiving a massage from her was very appealing. "Now it just so happens I have a session free tonight, seven o'clock." Her eyes twinkled. "What do you say?" "Why not," Little smiled. "It can't hurt to try." "That's the spirit," Annette said. And that was how Little found himself back at her shop later that evening. ***** "I'm not sure about the... uh... 'happy ending'," Little said. He wondered what he was doing here and why he'd felt the need to tell Melissa he was playing squash with one of the guys from the office instead of the truth. "It sounds a little too intimate." "That's perfectly understandable," Annette said. "You can always change your mind later if you wish." "It doesn't bother you?" Little asked. "Having to touch other men's... uh..." "Penises," Annette finished for him. "Not at all. It's a perfectly natural way to release stress and tension from the body. Now follow me." Little was a little hesitant. He knew he was in very murky waters here, but he followed the strange woman into the back of her shop anyway. "What sign are you Mr. Little?" Annette asked as she took him back through a small narrow corridor and then up a narrow flight of stairs. "Sign?" Oh, she meant star sign, Little thought. Obviously. What was he again? He didn't really pay much attention to horoscopes. What was late February, the fishes wasn't it? "Pisces, I think," Little replied. "A water sign, as I thought," Annette said. "That's perfect. The Asian soap massage will be ideal for you." Asian soap massage? Bewildered, Little followed her into a clean bathroom tiled with white tiles. The bathroom was a lot larger than Little expected. There was a shower cubicle in the corner and a large Jacuzzi bath to the left of the entrance. What surprised Little was the amount of floor area. There was an inflatable blue mattress propped up against one of the walls. Annette picked it up and laid it flat on the floor. The bath was half full and covered in thick heaps of creamy foam. Humming to herself Annette selected a small bottle from the confusing array of oils and lotions on the shelves and emptied the contents into the water. She ran the tap and a pleasing herbal aroma filled the room. "Okay Mr. Little, I'm guessing you haven't had this type of massage before so let me tell you a little about it before we get started. The Asian soap massage is a very popular Thai technique where the masseuse uses all parts of her body to massage the client. It's a full body-to-body service and we'll both be naked. You will find it very relaxing and I daresay a little erotic. Don't be ashamed if you find yourself becoming aroused during the massage. It's perfectly natural. The build up and release of sexual energy is a healthy way for the body to get rid of stress and tension. If you would like any help with this release please don't be afraid to ask. It's what I'm here for. "However," Annette wagged her finger at him. "Under no circumstances will I provide any form of penetrative sex. I'm not that type of girl." She smiled and her brown eyes twinkled. "So, are you ready to begin?" Little was hesitant again. She'd used words like 'naked', 'erotic' and 'body-to-body'. While he couldn't deny he felt a little excited, he also felt he was steering perilously close to a line he didn't want to cross. Annette saw his hesitation and smiled. "Mr. Little, there's no need to worry. Our relationship will be strictly professional. I am your masseuse and you are my client. There will be no sex involved. I assure you your fidelity to your wife will remain intact at all times." Well so long as there was no sex involved he wasn't strictly cheating on his wife was he... Little started to unbutton his shirt. "That's the spirit," Annette smiled. "We'll have you properly relaxed and on the road to better energy-flow management in no time at all." Annette unfastened a clasp behind her back and stepped out of her black velvet dress. Underneath she was wearing a sexy black teddy with white frills. Her flesh was pale, almost verging on alabaster, but her figure... Wow, why would anyone with a body like that keep it hidden from view in such a voluminous dress? Her legs were long and nicely toned and her stomach was nicely trim. Her body looked in good shape, but she still had a womanly figure with very inviting curves. Still smiling, Annette unhooked the teddy and pulled it up over her head. She was completely naked in front of him. Her breasts were large and full and Little had trouble taking his eyes off them as they swayed in front of him. He glanced down to the naked folds of her pussy and then hurriedly looked away. This wasn't just close to the line; this was on the line and in danger of toppling over. Annette had no qualms about being naked in front of him at all. She placed a plastic bowl in the bath and scooped out an even mixture of foam and scented bathwater. "If you'll just wait a moment while I prep the airbed," Annette said, pouring the contents of the bowl onto the blue inflatable mattress. "We need to get it nice and slippery." Little continued to undress as he watched Annette lie on the airbed and start to rub her body across the plastic surface. Gripping the sides she slid her body up and down and side to side across the surface, covering it in a sheen of soapy water. Little watched her slide, her legs splayed wide and her ripe breasts squashed against the bed. Very shortly she was going to be sliding across his body just like that. The imaginary line vanished to the back of Little's thoughts. The mattress squeaked as Annette got off and crouched next to the side. She smiled and beckoned for him to lie down. Little removed his last item of clothing, his underpants, and lay face down on the soapy mattress. The mattress was soft and wet, but the water was warm enough that the sensation was pleasant rather than unpleasant. Little didn't have long to think about the bed before he felt a weight on his lower back. The centre of the airbed pushed down as Annette straddled his lower back. "Let's get you all wet and slippery Mr. Water Sign," she said. Little felt a pattering sensation up his back as Annette squeezed a sponge and soapy water rained down on his back. She lightly rubbed the sponge up his spine and across his shoulders, covering him in a layer of soap suds. Her hands moved in next, light teasing fingers that walked up his spine on spider legs and began to work the muscles of his neck and shoulders. Little sighed as he felt her insistent fingers hunt down and smooth away every knot, knoll and snag in his back and neck. "That feels much better doesn't it," Annette said. "Mmm yeah," Little murmured contentedly. He should have done this years ago. It was only the prelude to greater pleasures as he felt the soft pressure of her breasts against his back as she lay on top of him. She began to slide her upper body across his back just as she'd done to the mattress earlier. She moved her breasts around and around in a circular motion, stirring Little's body to greater heights of contentment. He felt his cock harden as it lay between his belly and the soapy mattress. She'd warned him he'd get aroused. Of course he would. What man wouldn't get aroused at the feeling of a hot woman rubbing her breasts against his back? Now that she'd got him nice and slippery, Annette began to slide up and down his back. She slid over his buttocks and down his calves, letting her erect nipples trace lines down either side of his spine. She gripped his shoulders and slid back up. Teasingly she bobbed her hips down against his lower back, grinding his erection into the soft mattress beneath. Little felt like he was melting beneath her erotic onslaught. If she kept this up all his muscles would run together into one big puddle on top of the airbed. This was fantastic. She slid off him and then began to slide up and down next to him on the mattress, her breasts like cushions against his side. A leg slid under his and she brought her thighs together in a sheath that rubbed up and down first his left leg and then his right leg as she shifted sides. She turned her attentions completely to his legs. She straddled his right thigh and her expert hands began to work up and down his calf, squeezing and kneading the muscles beneath his skin until they loosened and relaxed. She pulled his leg right back until his ankle rested in her cleavage, surrounded by the pillows of her breasts. She really meant it when she said she'd be using all parts of her body, Little thought. He could feel the folds of her pussy against the back of his leg as she slid her crotch up and down his thigh, smoothing out the thick muscles beneath. Her breasts slid up and down his calf and her fingers, those wonderful fingers, worked first his toes and then moved onto the sole of his foot. Little purred with pleasure. "Does that feel nice?" Annette asked. "Wonderful," Little replied, basking in contentment as she shifted her attentions to his other leg. "I don't suppose you give lessons. My wife needs to be taught how to do this." "If I did that I'd lose all my customers Mr. Little," Annette laughed. She went back to the bowl of soapy water and poured more of it onto his buttocks and between his legs until it puddled around his erect cock in a warm pool. What happened next took Little totally by surprise as Annette pushed his legs further apart and then slid her lower body underneath his. She squirmed beneath him, rubbing his cock in the narrow space between their stomachs. The sensation of his cock moving against her slick lower belly was maddeningly erotic. This was a little more than the professional relationship between a masseuse and her client, surely? Annette folded her body up and over his buttocks until he could feel her erect nipples rubbing against his cheeks. A lot more, Little amended as he felt her tongue dart around the rim of his ass and then dance down his perineum to tickle the back of his balls. He squirmed in ecstasy as she tickled the intimate parts of his body. "Time to turn you over," Annette said. She slithered out from under him and then up the mattress until she lay alongside him. She slid an arm underneath his chest, grabbed his other arm and then spun him around in a smooth movement until he was laying flat on his back, his cock swaying in the air like a pole. She climbed back on his body and Little looked up at her, drinking in her beauty. Her milky-white breasts were covered in a layer of frothy white lather. She locked her hazel eyes with his and then lay down until her breasts rested on his chest. Then she began to slide up and down his body. Little's face contorted with pleasure as he felt her slick body rub against his cock. She slid right down until it slotted into the lush channel of her cleavage. Still staring intently into his eyes she slid back up and Little felt little explosions of pleasure detonate in his skin as her nipples brushed against his. She continued to slide up and down, softly grinding Little's cock between their bodies. He lay back, his face twisted in concentration. It was all he could do to keep from exploding. She slid up higher until Little's chin rested in her cleavage. She bent over and whispered softly in his ear. "Would you like your happy ending now?" Little wasn't in a position to refuse. The sensation of her body sliding over his had started a fire in his balls that threatened to rage out of control. His cock ached with a need to ejaculate so urgent it was painful. "Oh yes please," he murmured. Annette stared into his eyes before lightly kissing him on the lips. "That's it. There's no need to be shy. It's perfectly natural." She sat up and gracefully swivelled on his stomach until she was facing his feet. "Now you lie back and relax and let me flush all that tension and stress from your body with a nice healthy orgasm." Little groaned in delight as he felt a soft hand close around his cock and lightly begin to pump up and down. Melissa's face briefly entered his thoughts, but he hurriedly shooed it aside. This was just a handjob. It didn't really qualify as real sex. He wasn't cheating on her. Not really. Annette played his balls and cock like a virtuoso musician. Her light touches sent fireworks zooming up his nerves. With a normal girl Little would have already cum, but with a little touch here and a gentle twist there Annette was able to hold him perpetually at the threshold of release, letting the pleasure build until it was a bonfire roaring through his flesh. "Now it's time for something a little special," Annette said, turning to give him a naughty little smile. She reached for something lying next to the mattress. The next sensation was of absolute bliss as she poured a warm, viscous liquid -- some kind of thick massage oil, he guessed -- over his cock. Her hand glided gently over the liquid with soft shlupping sounds as she pumped his freshly lubricated member. Little gave a long drawn out moan of pleasure. That felt heavenly. The liquid sank into his skin until his whole cock was surrounded by a warm glow of bliss. Little was surprised he didn't cum there and then. Using the fingers of her other hand, Annette applied pressure to certain points between his balls and at the base of his cock that kept him from cumming. Happy Ending "What is that?" Little said. "It feels wonderful." "It feels nice doesn't it," Annette said, continuing to pump his cock with one hand while her other hand prevented him from ejaculating. "It's the vaginal fluid from a succubus. My succubus as it happens. You might remember her, she was the blonde girl you saw leaving the shop earlier today." Succubus? Wasn't that some form of mythical demon -- ooh. Annette gave his cock a gentle little squeeze and the temporary burst of pleasure pushed aside all other thoughts. "Succubi are demons that feed on souls. During the act of sex they draw a man's essence into his sexual organs and consume it when he ejaculates inside them." Her hand continued to pump up and down his cock with wet squelching noises. "This is what I'm doing to you right now Mr. Little. I'm drawing all your energy, your soul if you will, right here." Her other fingers gently caressed his sac and Little arched his back as pleasure washed through his body. He felt a little odd, like his body and mind no longer felt quite in synch. "There are 871 known ways to extract the soul from a still-living human being," Annette said, her hand gently pumping his cock. "The majority of those ways inflict excruciating agony on the victim. The succubus's method is far gentler. In a moment I will give you an orgasm so powerful you will ejaculate your own soul. I'm afraid this will prove fatal for you Mr. Little." "You mean it'll kill me?" Little said. He definitely felt a little strange, like he wasn't quite tethered to the flesh of his body. Pleasurable as it was, this session had gone on long enough as far as Little was concerned. He commanded his body to sit up and was both surprised and scared when the command went unheeded. "I can't move," he said. "What have you done to me?" "Relaxed your body totally," Annette said. She still sat on his stomach with her back to him, her lubricated hand moving up and down his cock. Little couldn't move. He was helpless as she pumped her hand up and down his cock. With each stroke she drew more of his essence into his swelling balls, reeling him in like an angler would land a fish. "Why me?" he asked. "Please understand Mr. Little. I bear you no grudge and feel no malice towards you. I simply require a human soul. It was your misfortune to be the first person to come along." She ran the palm of her hand over the head of his cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure throbbing down the shaft. "A man's last moments with a succubus are said to be one of the greatest pleasures in existence," Annette said. She reached into a bowl and poured more of the thick oil onto Little's cock. He groaned in pleasure as the warm liquid ran down his shaft. His hips thrusted upwards of their own accord. Annette rode him with serene calm, her fingers gently caressing his balls, drawing more of his essence into his sexual organs. "While I am a mere amateur in the arts of pleasure by comparison, I trust you will find my attentions satisfactory." Her hand slid up and down his cock, making little wet squelching noises as she massaged more of the blissful oil into his flesh. Little's body quivered and shuddered beneath her. "Agk." The pleasure was too much. His balls were swollen and ached with a need to release the pressure. "That's it. You're close," Annette said. She took his cock in a double handed grip and slid her hands up and down. Little convulsed beneath her. He felt the beginnings of an orgasm stir inside him, an orgasm powerful enough to tear him to pieces. His face contorted with the effort of trying to hold it back. Annette calmly sat astride his convulsing form and squeezed his cock with long, languid strokes. Little felt moisture on his stomach as juices dripped from Annette's aroused pussy. "Relax. Don't fight it. Most men grow old and grey without ever experiencing pleasure such as this." "Gah!" Little thrashed his head. Too much. Too much. His balls were boiling. He had no control over his body. It was hers. She'd taken hold of his animal impulses and used them to enslave the rest of his flesh. His body burned with the desire to cum. "Yes, that's it," Annette said, pumping his cock faster and harder. "Your body wants release. Let your body release." Oh god, it felt so good. He couldn't hold back. He had to release. He had to... "Nghhhhhhh!" Little's hips jerked upwards as his cock erupted like a geyser. He had scant moments to experience true ecstatic release before the force of the orgasm tore his soul from the moorings of his body like a tsunami ripping through boats in a harbour. He was carried up and out of his body like ash from an erupting volcano. For a moment his essence swirled in the air like gossamer silk. He could look down and watch as Annette rode his body with supreme poise, still milking the last of his essence from his traitorous cock as his body convulsed beneath her. She looked up and fixed him with her glittering hazel eyes, smiling as her hands took hold of the strands of his ethereal form and began to spool them around her fingers. Her eyes loomed closer and closer, sparkling like crystals as their hard edges and angles first filled and then became his world, fixing him for all eternity in a cold hard prison. ***** Annette Brite stared at the blood-red crystal in her hand and smiled. Here was the human soul she required. She stood up, ignoring the airbed as it squeaked beneath her and looked down at Little's motionless corpse. His cock stood up like a flagpole and his face was contorted in an expression of ultimate bliss. "I said I would give you a happy ending Mr. Little," she smiled. Happy Ending All the characters in this story are eighteen years old or older. "Don't do that Brad. I don't wanna do it!" whined Elvira. "You sure acted like you wanted to. What are you, a cockteaser?" Brad's acerbic answer came. "What made you think I wanted to do it, anyway?" Elvira harshly asked. "Well, let's see. It could have been the way you sucked my tongue down your throat. It could have been the fact that you opened your blouse and let me squeeze your tits. Or maybe it was they way you snuggled up next to me and grabbed my dick. I was convinced. So are you gonna get off it or what?" "Oh Brad don't be that way. I was just being friendly." "Yeah? Well if your parents weren't asleep right down the hall, I'd rip your panties off and ram my cock into you right now!" "Now Brad, don't be a baby. Many girls let their boyfriends feel them up and they don't lay for them." "Bullshit! You know that every one of those guys is getting his ration of pussy. I'm the only one I know that has a permanent hardon and a set of blue balls to go with it. You better rethink what you're doing. You can only push a man so far!" "Where are you going Brad?" she asked as she watched him retreat to the door. "I'm going home. I need relief and it looks like I'll have to do it myself again." The door banged shut behind him. She smiled and turned on the TV. At breakfast the next morning her mother said, "I heard Brad leaving early last night. Didn't your date go well?" "It went well enough. Brad was upset because I wouldn't let him do some things I didn't want to do." Her father asked, "How old are you now?" "Daddy, you know I'm twenty." "How long have you been going steady with Brad?" "Oh, about eighteen months." "You know if you don't deepen your relationship with him, he'll dump you and move on." "No he won't. He loves me." "Do you love him?" "Yes, of course I do." "What's the problem? If you keep teasing him like this he may get rough with you or just go away and not return." Her mother said, "That virtuous stuff is alright for a while but you should be on your way to bigger and better things." "Mama! Are you pimping me out?" "No I'm describing to you how men are built. Do you have your eyes on someone else?" "There is no one for me but Brad. But he wants to go too fast!" "Believe me honey, as men go, he's crawling slowly along, waiting for you. But he won't be there much longer. You can do what you want to do but I'm telling you that grim times are ahead. Well, we have to go to work. See you tonight baby girl." Elvira thought about Brad all day. When he hadn't called her by the time her parents got home, she got worried. She sat and stared at the phone. It wouldn't ring. Reluctantly she picked it up and dialed Brad's number. He answered, "Hello?" "Hi, Brad. I've been waiting for you to call me. Why haven't you?" "I'm busy making plans for the weekend." "Well, you could have told me. I want to know about your plans." "You wouldn't be interested. I'm going to the lake lodge for the weekend. It's going to be kind of intimate, you know, the kind of things you aren't interested in." "Could you at least come over so we can talk about it? I've missed you all day." "I don't know if I can take another night of you. You seem to be headed in one direction and then you make a ninety degree turn. I'll come over but I don't hold out much hope for us at this point. "I'll try to do better, really, I will. Mom and dad went to the movies so it'll be just you and me." A knock on the door signaled Brad's arrival. Elvira was freshly showered and perfumed. She met him at the door with a smile. He walked right past her without their usual 'hello' kiss, walked over to the sofa and plopped down. "Start talking," he tersely demanded. "First, mom and dad think I've been too hard on you. I wanted to be friendly. We've been together a long time and I didn't want to ruin our relationship. Why are you being so hard on me?" "Elvira, for the last few months you have led me on. You have teased me beyond my ability to accept any more. I'm not giving you an ultimatum but I'm telling you I'm ready to move on. I can't take another night of trying to make love to you and having you slam it in the door. You appear to have made up your mind to be an old maid. That's not what I want. I can't believe I was thinking about marrying you. I'm sure if I asked you, you'd just laugh at me and pull another of your childish jokes. I don't want a child. I want a woman." A tear rolled down Elvira's face and she started to cry. Brad stood up and headed for the door. "Wait!' she shouted. She ran around in front of him and grabbed his neck. "I really do love you Brad. It's just that I'm scared and I'm a virgin. I don't know what to expect. Please don't leave. Come sit by me." She held his hand and he reluctantly followed her back to the sofa, the site of many frustrations. She knew it was now or never. She was trembling as she entered unknown territory. "Kiss me Brad," she whispered. Brad wasn't sure where this was going but he knew he should give it one more chance. He lowered his lips to hers. She was still sobbing and now she was trembling. He could feel her fear as he pulled her body to him. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him as they deepened their kiss. "I want you so badly!" he panted into her ear. "I want you too, but I'm afraid." Her hand slid up his leg and grasped his rock hard cock through his clothes. "I don't even know what to do with it." She felt his hand sliding up her leg. This time she didn't stop him as he slipped his hand under her panties and pressed her warm pussy for the first time. He gently pulled on her hair and ran his finger up and down her slit. When he pulled his finger from her he licked it. She groaned, "Let's go to my room." Brad picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. She stood on the floor in front of him and unbuckled his pants. "You're really gonna do this, aren't you?" he excitedly asked. "Yes Brad. My days of teasing you are over. When you told me you were leaving me, my love overcame my fear. I am still afraid, but I love you so much, I'll do anything you ask." He pulled her sweater off over her head and unsnapped her bra. She threw it on the floor and he gazed on her ample breasts. He fondled them and then squeezed them. He could feel her heart beating through the quivering flesh. His lips automatically homed in on her nipples and he sucked one into his mouth and rubbed it with his tongue. "Oh Brad, that is so good. We should have done this a long time ago," her voice was quavering but now more with excitement than fear. She unzipped him while he was busy with her breasts and slid his pants to the floor. His shorts slipped over his hips and joined her bra. For the first time she felt a real live cock. She squeezed it and jacked it a little. Her trembling fingers found the little hole in the end and she briefly played with it. The longer she played with his cock, the harder it got. "I didn't know it was so beautiful. I always thought of it as a weapon but now I can see it is built for me," she remarked as she rubbed it some more. He stepped back and dropped her dress to the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed as he slowly dragged her panties down her legs. "You have a beautiful pussy. I'm gonna eat it!" he told her. "Anything you want lover." She replied. Her thighs were shaking as he lowered his head toward her nether lips. She sighed softly as he kissed her wet pussy for the first time. It felt better than anything in her life! She could feel his tongue as he licked her slit. Unable to help herself, she grabbed his head and dragged him further into her. His lips were around her clit. He parted the little sheath and licked it directly. She screamed, "Oh yes!" as he plundered her sex. Her hips bucked off the mattress and her pussy was quivering. "More, more!" she demanded. Brad had his hands wrapped around her butt cheeks, pulling her to him. He savored her taste as he greedily gulped down her flowing juice. He jammed his tongue into her vagina as far as it would go. "Oh god!" she squealed. He played with her ass as he tongued her hot, wet snatch. Her legs slammed shut and her torso tightened as she came on his lips for the first time. "Oh, oh, oh," was all she could manage to puff. He felt her pussy quivering on his lips and he knew the time had come. He reluctantly left her pussy and got into position. She felt his hot cock as it slid toward her entrance. The big bulbous head brushed her pussy hair. He tingled with excitement. They were really gonna do it! She rolled his balls in her hand. "Help me," He said. She grabbed his cock and guided him into her entrance. She was shaking with anticipation. Would it hurt? Would it feel good? Would he be gentle with her? A light sheen of perspiration coated her hot, young body. "Put it in me," she said with a whispering, urgent voice. Brad immediately felt the evidence of her innocence as it tried to keep him out. He thrust a little harder; suddenly it popped and he entered her tight, hot, little pussy. It was so tight! So hot! Throbbing around him! She owned his soul. She felt a little pain when he popped her cherry but it was nothing like she had thought it would be. It was already feeling really good. "Come on lover, do me. I can't wait," she hoarsely croaked. Brad slid all the way into her until he felt his pubic bone crash into her mound. He had never felt this way before. Now he understood what it was that he had been missing and knew he wanted more of this forever. He held it still within her, luxuriating in the moment. "Brad, honey that is so good. I feel so full. Pump me a little, please, please." He could feel her pussy pulsing around him. His cock slid in and out at an ever increasing rate. The longer he stroked the more intense her throbbing became. "Uh, uh, uh, uh." She grunted as his cock slammed into her. "Faster, hon, faster!" she cried. I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaahhh!!!" Her pussy clenched around his cock, insisting, milking, quivering. Her juices were pouring like a river. He pumped her as hard as he could and soon he felt the heat rising in his nuts. His toes curled. His fists clenched the sheet and held on tight as his mind left him. He straightened out over Elvira and sank into her all the way. His butt wriggled as he shot her full of his semen. She could feel his cum as it ran up his cock and into her pussy. His cock was still quivering and she was enjoying the feeling of his hot cum coating her inside. My hand never felt that good! He thought as the last of his cum drained into her. "Oh baby, that was the most intense experience of my life. I really do love you." He grunted. "I'm so sorry I teased you for so long. If only I had known that sex was this good I would have given it up a long time ago." "So what is your plan now?" he inquired. "I'm gonna fuck you all weekend. I'll try to earn your respect again. Oh Brad, I love you so fuckin' much!" They were sweating and holding each other tight. "What about your parents?" he asked. "They talked me into this. They'll have to adjust. I'm not letting you get away." Overcome with lust, Brad started licking her body. He sucked on her armpits, moving then to her earlobes. She came again when he ran his tongue over the sole of her foot and sucked on her toes. Brad collapsed beside her. As he lay there exhausted, she wrapped her tiny fingers around his cock and squeezed it. "Is it true that some girls suck on these things?" she asked. "Yup, it's true." "I wonder what it tastes like." "Right now, it'll taste like you. I've got your juice all over it." "Eww! I'm gonna try it anyway!" Elvira bent her head and slowly sucked his dick into her mouth. She played with it with her tongue. It started to swell up. Soon, she had a mouthful of cock. "It's hard again," she observed. "It tastes pretty good. What do I do now?" "Suck hard on it and bob your head up and down. Make believe it's your pussy." "You won't cum in my mouth, will you?" "Not tonight. That'll come later." Just as she started to suck him hard, she glanced at the clock on her headboard. "We've just got time to fuck again before mom and dad get home. You're hard and I'm horny. Let's get it on!" "You get on top this time. I'm about worn out." "Okay, what do I do?" "Just squat over my cock and lower yourself onto it. I'm sure you'll figure it out once I'm in you." She got on top of Brad and slowly lowered herself onto his waiting cock. This time it slipped easily into her. A big smile crossed her lips when she realized that Brad could play with her clit and her tits in this position. She bounced happily up and down on his rigid member. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, sending her over the edge. "Oh damn, yes, do it some more!" she cried. Brad humped up into her, reaching some new territory which caused her to cum again. They were both slippery from their juices and their sweat. She couldn't get enough. She screamed her release as she came yet again. She felt Brad swelling within her. "Gimme my cum now!" she demanded. Brad had no control left. He humped high off of the mattress and squirted her full again. She fell on top of him, her tits pressing against his chest, her sweat mingling with his sweat. "You've got to be mine and mine alone," she averred. "I can't live without your cock in me every day!" "I'll say this one time. Will you marry me?" Brad panted. "Of course you silly man. How else am I going to be able to fuck you all the time?" They heard the front door open and close. "Wait right here honey," she said as she got up, wiped up the dribble of cum running down her leg and donned her bathrobe. Her bare feet padded down the hall to the living room. "Hi mom! Hi dad!" she greeted with a silly grin on her face. "We saw Brad's car in the driveway. Did you two make up?" "Boy did we! I gave it up to him tonight! He's waiting in my bedroom for an encore. You guys were right. I was stupid and vain, but no more! I love him and he loves me. He asked me to marry him and I said 'yes'." "Do you mean to tell me that Brad is in your room, in your bed, waiting for you to come in and give him some more?" her mother asked, shocked. "Well, yeah, all I did was take your advice. I love it! I'm kicking myself for not doing it sooner." "You stop right there!" she ordered as her daddy started up the hall. "You're the one who practically pimped me out. I did exactly what you told me to do. I can't give him up and I can't kick him out. Maybe you want me to go with him." "No honey, you're right. We did tell you to get off it. We really want you to be happy. Brad can stay here whenever he wants," her daddy said. Three weeks later Brad and Elvira were married and honeymooning at the lake. She had learned a bunch of interesting techniques to keep him ready all the time. "You know, honey," he said, "one of these days that wonderful pussy of yours is going to kill me!" Sure enough sixty years later he died of an overdose of vitamin P. She died immediately of a broken heart. They were found still coupled, smiling and wet! Happy Ending AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fantasy/fiction, based on no true experiences or actual people. Happy Ending Note: This was written a while ago without lit.com in mind. It doesn't exactly fit the usual formula here of lots of fairly detailed sex. In some of my stories I enjoy creating imagery more than writing explicit detail and this is one of them. * She was driving back to the office from lunch when her Bluetooth Buzzed in her ear. She looks at the number. Pauses for a split second. A tingle and slight shock runs through her as she recognizes the caller. The Bluetooth Buzzes in her ear again... It somehow sounds angry... just like the owner of the number now calling. Angry in how he fucked her. But it's been a while. Actually a long while. Long enough she had finally put him out of her mind and written him off. Bluetooth Buzzes again... Louder it seems. Demanding. God how he fucked her. Over and over, pounding, relentless. Giving her exactly what she needed when she saw him. But, It's been a while. He had filled a need for a period of time. More than a few times actually. Filled it, filled her. Bluetooth Buzzes... twice more and it will go to VM and she knows he will won't try again. That's how it was with him. She called him, he didn't call her. She would call, he would answer, she would try to carry on a normal conversation, he would interrupt and simply say "Tell me what you want. Tell me and I'll give it to you, but you have to Tell me." The one time he did call first, she didn't answer and let it go to VoiceMail, figuring she could get back to him later. The VM he left was short: 'Hey sexy thing..,' His deep low key voice always put a thrill through her, '...call me'. That's what he called her: 'Sexy thing'. Never her name. He knew it, but didn't use it. She liked it like that. The partial anonymity appealed to her. Turned her on. Gave her freedom. Freedom she desperately needed at times. It was those times... when work, life, her live-in boyfriend, they all closed in around her. She needed something... different. Raw, relentless, uncompromising... to give her the release she needed to go back to reality Re-charged. Flush with the feeling of using and being used purely for pleasure. No commitments or promises. Just raw, illicit, unbelievably exciting sex. She had gotten busy at work and didn't call him back. At home after work she realized she hadn't returned his call, but thought: 'Well I'll just call tomorrow or he'll again, I'm sure he understands." He didn't. She called him. Straight to VM. Txts went unanswered. For 5 days. She was frantic. At that point she was deeply enthralled with him and needed what he could give her. Needed what she couldn't get anywhere else. Finally, 5 days later he answered. She started out angry and hurt that he had ignored her. He cut her off. "Listen to me, now, " he said, " I expected a call back after I left you a message. You neglected to do that. From now on, You call me. And when you do, you better be ready to get what you are calling for. That day. Period. Now, come over this afternoon. We need to discuss this further." He didn't sound angry, but his voice was deep and tinged with something she hadn't heard from him before. A little scary and almost domineering. She arrived already wet, anticipating what she had been looking forward to 5 days before. What she got was her ass repeatedly spanked, hair pulled, nipples pinched and twisted as he slammed in and out of her from behind all afternoon. He would sometimes go slow... deep and long... only spanking her ass every few minutes, just to keep it red and burning. Then others he would pound inside her, spanking her ass hard and loud in rhythm to his cock pummeling her pussy. He made her beg, made her apologize, made her scream, made her cry, made her promise she would do many dirty, naughty things for him. Fucked her hard. Fucked her angry. And made her cum over and over and over. By the time they were done, they were both unable to move. Utterly exhausted. And so thoroughly fucked she didn't think she could take another cock for a month. Later she teased him by saying she should do that more often, not answer his calls. He just leaned over and whispered into her ear "Don't. That was me being nice to you." All of those images and moments flash through her mind. All of the other times he had fucked her. Always leaving her so exhausted and satisfied she couldn't stay away from him. There was a period of time he was fucking her several times a week, then others once a week and others, maybe once a month. It depended on what was going on in her life. Still, No matter what, it always seemed there always came a moment she needed him, his dirty mind, his cock and what he could do to her with them all. However, like all good things, this one seemingly came to an end a good while ago. She finally dumped the live-in boyfriend and kicked him out. And tried to turn to Him for support. He wouldn't give it. Not the kind she was seeking. Sure he would fuck her, but wouldn't give anything emotional beyond the savagery of their moment together. The raw animal lust that consumed them was not to be taken or given outside of the bedroom, so to speak. She pleaded with him to come over and comfort her in her time of need. He wouldn't. "I'm not here for that," he told her on the phone and hung up. So she was forced to turn elsewhere and she did. She went through dating, then a couple brief boyfriends and then found someone she thought was a Keeper. And no contact with Him. He never called or txt'd after that hang up. She had tried a few more times after that, but knew in her heart that he wouldn't respond. He didn't. "I mean, he was just sex for god's sake," she told herself. "We never actually went out on a date date. We just... fucked. What was I possibly thinking he could be something more than that?" So she did the best thing she could in the situation, forgot about him. Almost. Once in a while during her dating scene and then several boyfriends... images and visions of Him would pop in her mind. Sometimes at the oddest times. Maybe when a boyfriend was fucking her. Maybe when she felt the need for something more than what she was getting at the time. Sure her couple of boyfriends had all been good lovers. Knew how to please her, use their tongues and cocks and bodies. She never had a problem having an orgasm during sex as it was and they seemed to be able to do a decent job about it. But... sometimes... she yearned for the fierceness that He gave her. That fierce uninhibited way he fucked her, ravished her entire body. That was what enabled her to release all of her insecurities and let herself go with him. Release all her built up frustrations and desires that accumulated inside her over time. Enabled her to fuck him back just as fierce as he fucked her. Enabled her to release and let her mind and body revel in the glory of the pure animalistic fucking they did. The pleasure, the orgasms, the exhaustion. The complete release her body craved and needed that she couldn't quite get from anyone else. Bluetooth Buzzes... one more and He will be gone. She didn't think it would be as hard as it was to get over him not being around, not being available for her. His mind... intelligent, knowledgeable and oh so dirty... was what inspired her to let her sexual hang-ups fall away like water. He spoke what he thought, he told her what he wanted, what he wanted to do to her, what he wanted her to do to him. Always in that deep, firm, low spoken voice of his. His voice practically sounded like sex to her after a while. It would take just one word from him on her cell to make her pussy wet and aching for his cock. She knew he knew he had this hold on her. But he never pressed it too far. Never pressed it to interfere with her daily life. It was an unspoken agreement they had. When she called, she would come over and he would fuck her relentlessly until they were both exhausted. Not much contact in-between. Once in a while when the periods of time were further apart, he would send a txt asking how she was doing and if everything was ok. His few moments of sweetness were endearing. She knew he did care about her. They had told each other that at some point. A definite emotional connection had developed, but they kept it to the moments they were together and that was it. They let the raw power of their sexual bouts consume them and usually she was so satiated, it would take a little while for the need for him to register again. She didn't know that much about him to be honest. Which was part of the appeal, the danger of it all. Sneaking around on her b/f, having hot illicit sex with an almost complete stranger who could totally own her body like he could. This is what she craved and needed. She knew by his house, furniture etc., he was successful at whatever it was he did. Though she didn't ever see too much of his place, usually confined to a bedroom that had a master bath in it and the kitchen just around the corner. She never really went looking for anything as well. Better to keep it that way she thought. It kept up the mystery of it. Bluetooth Buzzes... But finally, she met the Keeper 11 months ago. The Keeper made her happy and it seemed the desire for Him finally stopped registering. She had put Him out of her mind once and for all. Until now. "Jesus Christ," she thought "what the Hell. I thought he was gone. I should have changed my damn cell number, fuck." Then the image and memory of what he could do to her came flooding back. And for some reason she couldn't stop it: Her ass high in the air being spanked as he fucked her from behind with his thick, hard, raging cock. Him calling her filthy names as he pounded her. She doing the same, yelling back at him what a bastard he was for fucking her like this. He would yank her hair and snarl at her and sneer at her 'yeah but you like this don't you? You fucking love this, getting fucked by me, feeling me spank your ass, you fucking dirty little girl, you like this don't you? Pulls her head back by her hair harder, smacks her ass again and slams his cock back in deep and always... always she would scream back at him "YES, YES you Fucker! You fucking bastard YES, I LOVE IT!!!" as her orgasm would explode throughout her entire body, her pussy spasming around his engorged cock, the pleasure crashing throughout, making her lose control of herself in how so good it felt. Always. And no one had ever come close to making her feel that way or giving her that ultimate release since. In that instant, her pussy was wet and ached. For Him. She realized that she had successfully suppressed those feelings of need and want for Him. Until now. And how those feelings suddenly fountained right up out of her, right there in the middle of afternoon traffic. Demanding to be satisfied. She was suddenly weak with need. Heart pounding, she could barely gasp for breath. In that instant... she knew... She hit her green call button. Breathless into her cell: "Hello..." Happy Ending Skin on skin with nothing between but a thin film of oil. This is where I belonged; this is how I felt content. Her relaxed breathing, her gentle moans when my thumbs released another knot in her back. Miss had never allowed me such intimate touches before and a nice long massage like this would take around an hour. I felt so blessed. I wanted badly to caress her lovely breasts, lick her beautiful pussy, and such thoughts brought a blush to my skin, but I would never overstep the permissions she gave me. I would be content here with this, the rhythmic push and pull of her silky skin. Sir watched attentively from his chair in the corner of the room. He was the only one who was dressed but I saw that he was growing aroused watching. I knew that look in his eyes, and it made my pussy wet. I tried to put Sir out of my mind for now, this was for Miss. She had been hesitant because she wasn't sure she wanted anything to do with Sir's new plaything. Miss was used to having separate toys. Sir suggested Miss enjoy one of my massages with no strings or promises of more. Miss agreed to give it a try, and it seems I'm doing a good job. I slid my hands down her back one more time checking for any stray tension I missed, then moved to the end of the table and started massaging her ankles and calves. Kneading, digging, sliding, I worked the muscles in her calves before moving on to thighs and buttocks. I was very careful to avoid any area she might consider inappropriate because I wanted Miss to be pleased and I wanted to be allowed to do this again. As I completed the task I'd been given I worked up some courage and asked, "If you're pleased with the massage this far Miss, I'd ask you to roll over so that I can do your arms and the front of your legs." She obliged with a smile that made me blush. Gazing over her body for a few seconds I realized I wasn't working yet and quickly grabbed some more oil for her arms. Slowly I pulled out the aches and pains, working the muscles into a state of peace. I gently caressed her skin, making sure to get every spot in her wrists and hands. Then I moved down to her feet again. Digging into her soles and tugging gently on her toes I wiggled out any tension before moving on to her calves. As I worked, Sir came over and gave Miss a deep sensual kiss as he squeezed her nipples. She moaned and squirmed and just as I was finishing with her legs Sir turned to me and said, "Kneel by my chair. Watch us." I hurried to my place and watched as Sir fucked Miss with his fingers and sucked on her nipples. She squirmed and moaned as he growled sweet words in her ears. Their sounds filled my head and my pussy ached to be touched. I knew I was not allowed to cum or even touch myself without permission, so I kept my hands still on my thighs. Miss came with a shudder and Sir pulled her to the edge of the massage table and lifting her legs in the air he unzipped his pants and slid his cock inside her. Slowly at first and then faster, Sir pumped into her pussy and leaned over to whisper in her ear. I didn't know what was said but Miss liked it so much she came loudly and Sir released his cum inside her with a grunt soon after. Wiping his cock on Miss's thighs Sir called me to him. Kneeling at Sir's feet I felt his strong hands caressing my hair and I heard something I'd never even dared hope for. Sir smiled said, "I'm told you've been a good little slave and deserve a reward. Now get your face in that pussy and clean up every drop of cum." Suddenly my heart was pounding again and with a great big smile I said "Yes Sir", and crawled over to the massage table. Not rising higher than my knees, and keeping my hands behind my back as I had been taught, I found Miss's pussy was just at the right height. Gently, I licked the smear off her thigh and I heard her sigh. That sigh sent goosebumps along my skin and encouraged me to be bold. Enjoying the scent I gently teased around the outside of her pussy with the tip of my tongue. Rocking her hips and moaning I could tell Miss was wanting more. Gently I poked my tongue inside and was surprised to find Sir's cum tasted even better mixed with Miss's juices. Miss got impatient. She grabbed my head pushed my face into her pussy commanding me to "stop teasing". Eagerly I sucked and licked her pussy lips, slurping up Sir's cum. I alternated between flicking her clit and probing her hole with my tongue. Grinding her pussy against my face Miss made the most wonderful moans and squeals I'd heard. Sir came up behind me, lifted my ass so I was bent over at the waist and unclasped my hands moving the right one forward. "Fuck her", he whispered and walked away. I eagerly obeyed and curling my fingers to hit her g-spot I finger fucked Miss so hard she came with a mighty gush that sprayed all over my face and chest. I hadn't been told to stop so I kept going and Miss came again. This time her squirting soaked me head to legs and she pulled my head away saying "Enough". I returned to my place by Sir's chair he went to Miss and they whispered for a bit. When they finished they both stood in front of me. I looked up and Sir spoke, "It seems you've made an impression my dear. Lets go get you cleaned up. We have a lot to talk about if you're going to have a Mistress as well as a Master." Happy Ending I go to my local day spa for my weekly massage appointment. It has been a stressful week and I am sooo ready for some rest and relaxation. I get undressed, as usual, and lie naked on the table, face up under the sheet. Instead of my regular girl, in walks this 6'5", short haired, sexy ass guy with a big smile. "Hi," he says, "I'm Cody." I smile politely and try to act like I'm used to having hunky tall guys massage me every day. "Hi," I say back, and I notice his big, strong hands and the way his jeans cling to his muscular legs....trying not to stare at the outline of a very impressive-looking cock visible beneath his fly. I swallow hard, trying not to let my mind wander too much into fantasy land while he massages me. Keep it together, Dana, I silently tell myself. This guy touches naked women every day, I'm sure today is like any other day for him. It is not, however, like any other day for me. It's been ages since I've felt the touch of a strong, sexy man and I feel my temperature start to spike and my pulse begin to quicken. I wonder if he is aware of the effect he's already had on me? I close my eyes and try to relax into the feeling of his hands on my skin, gliding smoothly along my arms, aided by the vanilla scented oil. Mmmmmm, Cody's hands are very strong...they feel so delicious on my skin, working my tired muscles. I am such a lucky girl to have this hot guy working on my body, I think to myself, and as I do, my nipples harden involuntarily. As he bends over me, I wonder if his blue eyes take in the outline of my rock hard, thimble-sized nipples as they jut through the thin cotton of the sheet? I try not to think of the possibilities, as I lie there and focus on his powerful hands and the way they stroke my skin so deeply and seductively. Fuck, this is hot - this guy is hot - I think, and I feel the first trace of wetness roll down between my thighs. I instantly realize that the next hour is going to be very difficult and that I am going to have to fight with myself to relax and not envision those long, elegant fingers teasing my already very erect and aroused nipples. Cody is good, very good, and very professional as he works one shoulder, then the next, bending over me to reach across when necessary. As he does, his hand accidentally grazes my breast and my eyes fly open in shock and pleasure. My brown eyes meet his steady cerulean gaze as he stares down at me and a slow smile crosses his face. "Feel good?" he asks innocently. Unable to speak, I merely nod my head as my nipples tighten even further making them impossible not to notice through the sheet. Cody looks down at them appreciatively and I see a look of lust and desire darken his eyes. After a long pause, he asks, "May I?" "Please," I murmur huskily, unable to breathe. He slowly pulls down the sheet, exposing my naked breasts to his gaze. The cold air hits my dark pink nipples, causing the areolae to pucker and darken and the tender tips to retract into diamond-hard points the size of small raspberries. He reaches out one hand to cup my left breast and as he does, he begins to flick his thumb over my nipple. My god, this hot guy is actually touching me in the middle of my massage and I'm letting him, I say to myself! Yessss, it feels so good, I don't want him to stop. Ever. Cody notices the look of ecstasy on my face and the moans that escape my parted lips, and his touch grows bolder. Now he reaches out the other hand to my other breast and begins to caress and tease that one so that both are being lavished with his attention. Ahh, this feels amazing, and my breath intakes sharply as his touch moves from slow and gentle to firmer and more insistent. He rolls my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them, stretching them, and when I sigh he says, "You have such beautiful tits, baby. I can't wait to taste them." My pussy pulses in response and as he lowers his sexy mouth down to first one, then the other, I feel a gush of warmth and wetness, signalling my desire. My nipples feel soooo good in his mouth as he licks and sucks first one, then the other. I can barely contain myself as the pleasure washes over my entire body. My nipples have always been the center of my sexual pleasure and this stranger seems to innately understand this as he works my rosy buds endlessly and very expertly. Cody's teeth now start to graze and nip at my nipples, stretching them, biting them, trapping them between his perfect white teeth, sending shockwaves of sensation directly to my now throbbing clit. I am practically cumming from the sheer pleasure of it and the naughtiness of what he is doing to me in the treatment room at a reputable massage place. I am half mad with desire and pleasure. After several minutes of blissful attention to my greedy nipples, he lifts up his head to look at me and I grab him and pull his mouth down to mine, savoring a deep kiss. Mmmm, kissing Cody is almost as delicous as feeling his warm, wet mouth on my aching breasts. Our tongues dance around each other, tasting and touching and swirling. God, I want this man! Sitting up, I push him back away from the table and motion for him to switch places with me. I slowly unbutton his shirt, exposing his muscular chest, and I push him back against the table and climb up astride him. As I bend down to kiss his lips my breasts brush against his chest. He moans against my lips. That mouth, I think...I must feel it everywhere! I slide up his chest so that he can feel my dripping pussy as it paints his skin with my moisture. He moans again and grabs my hips, pulling me closer so now I am straddling his hungry mouth. I lower my wanting pussy onto his face and he eagerly begins lapping at my slit, tasting my juices which are now flowing freely. I can hear his mouth as it greedily sucks at my hole, and the feeling of his lips and tongue inside me is beyond delicious. I rock my hips back and forth over his face, sealing my gushing pussy against his nose and mouth. There's nowhere for him to go but upward and he presses his face deeply into my smooth, slick snatch, licking and lapping and sucking me into a frenzy. This is so incredible, but now I want his mouth on my clit! Carefully, without breaking the seal against his face, I slide my body higher so that his lovely long tongue can at last find my swollen clit. Heaven! as he starts licking that tight little jewel in never ending circles, swirling around it and making me quiver with pleasure. Fuck, his mouth feels so amazing! My hips are now bucking wildly against his face but he's not complaining. He holds me down firmly against him so his wicked tongue can wreak its delicious havoc on my engorged clit. I am close now as I rock back and forth against his lips, feeling nothing but his glorious tongue on my most sensitive spot. When he opens his mouth wider to start nibbling on my clit, I explode frantically in a wracking orgasm that tears cries from my throat and leaves his face completely drenched and glistening with my copious juices. The orgasm goes on and on and Cody hungrily laps up the proof of my passion, licking me completely clean. Once the tremors finally subside, I break the seal from his mouth and face and kiss him languidly. Cody pulls his shirt together and stands up, looking hot and oh so very sexy. I get dressed and then reach into my purse and pull out $100. "Same time next week?" he asks and cocks one eyebrow. "With pleasure," I reply as I hand him the bill and pull the door shut behind me. Happy Ending? Sunday, June 26th My wife, Julie, was really sore again. I really don't understand her medical condition but she seems to get sore every once in a while. For some reason it usually flares up on Sunday. She looked at me warmly. "John, I need your loving touch this morning." I could never resist her. I love my wife so much. She laid on the bed on her tummy and I got out the oil and started to massage her gently but firmly. My cock rose as per usual and I rubbed it up against her ass as I continued my ministrations. Whenever I massaged her there was always a happy ending. "Yessss, Ooohhhh." Julie got up on her knees and reached back to spread her cheeks for me. "Be gentle, John. I'm feeling especially tender this morning." I slid my cock up into her pussy from the rear. Her juices were dripping and it felt like my cock was in a furnace. She was so hot. I pumped into her slowly. She pressed back against me. "Nice and easy, John, but give it to me, honey." I kissed her shoulders as I pumped into her gently. Julie couldn't help herself and she picked up the pace a little. "Just a little harder, John." I pulled her to me and pumped a little harder. Eventually I deposited my load. She smiled back at me. "I love you, John." "I love you too, honey." - Julie was chipper after that. We decided to head out to the beach. She was looking fabulous. She's 28 and there really are no flaws on her body that I could see. Her dirty blonde hair was getting blonder and blonder due to the recent sunny weather over the last few weeks. Her bouncy breasts were on full display for everyone at the beach. Her bikini was tiny. I was proud to be with her. We were cuddling as we lied on our towels. I was having a great time. There was an older couple lying down next to us. The guy was having trouble keeping his eyes off Julie. I caught him staring once and he gave me a somewhat apologetic look and turned away to find another woman to dream about. I really couldn't blame the guy. Julie was looking especially sexy today. I was just relaxing when Julie said she had to pee. She disappeared and I drifted off. It seemed like just a second later, but it must have been a few minutes when I was rudely awakened by the older woman next to me. "You should have a look in the women's shower area, young man. Your girlfriend is a slut." I was in shock. I was in love with my wife and I knew she would never cheat on me. I said to the woman, "It must be somebody else." "You poor man. Fine then, it was somebody else." She stomped off. I sat there for another 10 minutes and Julie still hadn't returned. I needed to piss so I headed towards the washrooms. I passed by the women's and I heard the sounds of sex. I couldn't help myself. I peaked in. There was a guy there. "Get in line, bud." "What's going on?" "There's two guys in there with a hot blonde. There were two before them. They just left. Jim and I are next." He pointed to another guy in front of him. I listened closely. But I couldn't really tell who was in there. They were obviously having fun, though. After another few minutes two guys came out of the washroom looking much the worse for wear. They had shit-eating grins on their faces, though. The two guys in front of me pushed in eagerly. I tagged along behind them. Julie was in there and she had a big smile on her face. "Hello boys, come on in." She reached for one guy's cock and started gobbling it. The other guy stripped his pants off and proceeded to slam his cock right into Julie's pussy. She stopped sucking for a second and turned and gave him a wide smile. "Pound it into me," she said. I was in shock. Julie hadn't noticed me yet. The guy came in her pussy quickly. They switched places. The other guy pounded into her roughly. Julie was staring off into space and she was obviously enjoying herself tremendously. I finally shook my head. I had to do something. I pulled the guy with the limp dick away from her as she was trying to suck him back to life. I punched him in the face as hard as I could. He wasn't prepared at all and his nose was bleeding bad. He fell back on the floor in a daze. I turned my attention to the guy who still had his cock in Julie's pussy. Neither one of the lovers had registered what happened. I put my mouth right up next to his ear. "Hey buddy." He turned to look at me and then I punched him hard. He fell back away from Julie. He was out cold. Julie was just coming back to reality. "John?" "Yes, Julie. You remember me, huh?" "Oh God, John." I couldn't stand to listen to her anymore. I stomped away from her and headed back to get our stuff. I had just gotten everything into the travel bag when Julie appeared. She was back in her bikini and she had a towel wrapped around her. "John, honey." "Stay the fuck away from me, Julie." She didn't listen to me and rushed up to kiss me. I couldn't bear for her to kiss me. I slapped her in the face pretty hard. "I said stay the fuck away from me, Julie." I left her there crying and headed towards our car. The older lady nodded to me on the way by. "I guess it was her after all, huh." "I guess so. Thanks for telling me, madam." She just nodded again and I drove home. I packed up a suitcase and then headed to the Holiday Inn. My phone was ringing constantly. I just shut it off. I just stared at the walls and tried to understand what had gone wrong. Julie was always so affectionate. I had no idea that she could have cheated on me. - Monday, June 27th I called in to work and said I needed a personal day. My boss was understanding. "Take all the time you need, John." I deleted all of my voice mails and text messages without listening to them or reading them. I figured out how to block any communications from Julie. I made an appointment with a divorce lawyer and got things started. He assured me that Julie would be served in the next few days. I thought about what to do with the house and our money. I called up both Visa and Master Card and had our credit cards shut down. I set up a new Visa under just my name. They assured me I would get my new card in the next couple of days. My best friend George called me up. "What the heck are you doing, John?" "Are you fucking her too?" He hung up on me. I spent the rest of the day just staring at nothing. - Tuesday, June 28th I forced myself to go to work. That evening I was staring at the walls of the hotel room again and I decided to head home and talk to Julie. I wanted to hear what she had to say. When I got home, the driveway was full. There were two cars parked on the side of the road in front of the house. I had to park two doors down and walk over. I opened the front door of my house and there was nobody on the first floor. I could hear people talking upstairs. I quietly crept up the stairs. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a crowd of men standing in our bedroom. All of them were naked. I pulled out my phone and started video taping. I recognized almost every guy I saw. The neighbor, Kyle, was pounding into Julie from the rear. I was shocked when I realized he was fucking her ass. Then I noticed some other guy was underneath her and pumping into her pussy. I finally got a good look at his face. It was my best friend, George. Nobody had really noticed that I was there yet. Kyle finally came in her ass and he backed away. Another man slammed right into her. I slipped back away from the room and then called George's wife, Vicky. I told her to come right over. I called the wives of all of the guys I knew and invited them over. I hustled over and rang Kyle's doorbell. His lovely wife Mary looked at me questioningly. "Yes, John?" "Come over to our place in 5 minutes or so, Mary. I've got something to show you." "OK, I guess." I left her and headed back to my front porch to wait for the ladies. It didn't take long for them to all show up. I must have sounded stressed on the phone. "What's going on, John?" asked Vicky. "Come on in ladies. The show's upstairs." Well, our bedroom was more like a boxing ring after that. It was crazy. I just sat in the living room and stared at the walls. Finally, people started to leave. I didn't notice any loving couples at all. Vicky found me and gave me a quick kiss before she left. She looked really upset. Finally, George and Julie appeared together. He looked really angry. "Why would you do that, John? Why would you invite me over to fuck your wife and then go and ruin my marriage? I just don't get it." "Invite you over? What the fuck, man?" He stared at me incredulously. "John, buddy. We've had many many gang bangs in the past. You were always right there with us. What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" He looked truly confused. I couldn't understand what he was saying at all. I fell back on the couch mumbling to myself. George left and then I was alone with Julie. "John honey, look at me." I turned up to look at her. "You really don't remember all of those gang bangs?" "No Julie, you mean he was really serious?" "Of course he was, John. You invited them all over tonight. They were a little confused. Usually it's a weekend thing, but they came, obviously." "Usually it's a weekend thing? You've got to be shitting me, Julie." She stared at me. She looked confused. "So what do you remember then?" "C'mon Julie. Give it up." "I'm totally serious, John. You invited every man over here tonight. They were all talking about it before we got going. They all know you well enough, honey. George has been your best friend for years. It was you, John." "Yeah, some kind of friend he turned out to be, huh?" Julie looked surprised again. "Honey, George was one of the last ones to join the club. He asked you many times if you were sure before he ever touched me. I watched you tell him to fuck me, John." "I really don't remember any of this, Julie. I swear I don't." She stared at me again. "I think I believe you, John. Oh honey, hold me." I couldn't resist her. I knew she was a fucking slut, but something really strange was going on. I pulled her in for a hug. It felt really good. We held onto each other for dear life for the next few minutes. - Finally we pulled away again. "So, honey, tell me, what do you remember?" "We got married 6 years ago. We've been a happy loving couple all of that time. I loved you so much. Then, at the beach, I caught you with those guys and I lost it. How could you cheat on me, Julie?" "Oh my god, that's why you slapped me at the beach." "Yes, of course." "John, honey. I'm sorry, but that's not our real story." "It isn't?" "No honey. We got married 6 years ago. That much is true. We were a happy loving couple until you caught me cheating on you about 2 years ago." "2 years? Holy fuck!" "You really don't remember this, John?" "No, Julie." She sighed. "You caught me fucking a guy two years ago, honey. You were angry but you decided to handle things in a novel way. I've never heard of anybody else reacting like you did. You left me there with the guy and we didn't even know you had been there. You rushed outside and grabbed two random young guys from the street who happened to be passing by. You convinced them to come inside and join the party. All 4 of you guys made good use of my body. You fucked my virgin asshole that afternoon, John." "Holy shit!" "You still don't remember?" "No Julie. I swear. I thought you were my sweet wife and that we were in love. I would have sworn you were faithful to me until I caught you at the beach." "Well, the next weekend, 10 men showed up at our house. I had no idea what was going on. You told me to be nice to them all. I tried to say no, John. I really did. You wouldn't take no for an answer. You said something like 'If my wife is going to be a slut for other men, well, she might as well do it right.' I said no again. Then you gave me an ultimatum. You threatened to divorce me if I didn't fuck them all. I gave in, John. I must say, I had a great time. But you were the one who made me into a gang bang queen, honey." "Wow. I must be pretty screwed in the head, honey. Maybe I should see a psychiatrist." Julie looked at me and she started to cry. "John, I would love it if the gang bangs never happened again. We could go back to being a loving couple just like you remember. I would love that, honey. Really, I would." I pulled her to me and we hugged and kissed. I was so confused, but I realized I still loved my wife. We didn't fuck. We made passionate love. It was beautiful. "I love you, Julie." "Oh John, I love you so much." - Thursday, June 30th Julie convinced me that what we had right then was too precious to mess up. I agreed to hold off on seeing anyone about my memories. I called my divorce lawyer and had him shut down. We were like honeymooners. We couldn't get enough of each other. Kyle accosted me today. "You fucker." We fought. It was pretty even. We were both pretty beat up. I headed home to lick my wounds. Julie saw me and burst into tears. "What happened, honey?" "Kyle and I had a dust up." "Oh honey, everyone is being really mean to me as well. I think we need to move." She was right. I was sure all of those men wanted a piece of me. "Where to, Julie?" "Oh, let's go somewhere where nobody knows us at all." "OK, I'll talk to my boss tomorrow." "OK honey. I love you." "I love you too, babe." - Saturday, July 8th I lost my old journal in the big move. I couldn't find it anywhere. Oh well, I will just start a new one. Seattle is way different than Findlay, Ohio. That's for sure. I got a new job without too much trouble. There's always a job for a guy like me who knows how to program in C++. - Saturday, August 15th I'm settling in pretty good. Things are great with Julie. I was so lucky when I caught her. She's beautiful, funny, intelligent and best of all, I know she would never ever cheat on me. I know she has been faithful to me throughout our marriage. I'm such a lucky guy. The only thing that's getting us down a little is that we really don't have any good friends yet. The guys at work are OK and everything, but I sort of feel like an outsider. - Sunday, December 11th Last night we had our company Christmas party. Julie looked amazing in her slinky dress. "Wow, Julie. You are going to draw attention looking like that." She grinned at me. "Are you OK with that, John?" "Sure honey, I trust you, babe." She gave me a little bit of a funny look but I shrugged it off. I know Julie is the perfect wife. - Thursday, December 15th The next Monday after the Christmas party I seemed to have a lot more friends. Three different guys slapped on the back with big grins on their faces. "Hey, John, you da man!" I really wasn't sure why I was so popular, but I went with the flow. Being the man with a bunch of guys is a good feeling. People kept doing things for me. Somebody was always dropping off a coffee for me. I mentioned it to Julie tonight. "Julie, honey, I seem to be really popular at work this week. I'm not sure why." Julie blushed for some reason. "Oh, they are a good bunch of guys, John. You let loose a little at the party. Don't you remember?" "Not really, honey. I hope you drove home." She just giggled and gave me a big kiss. "I love you, John. Don't ever change, honey." - Sunday, December 18th For some reason, Julie could barely walk this morning. She begged me for a massage. I got out my oils. I remember I used to massage her a lot back in Ohio. I hadn't given her one in a long time. Of course, the massage had a happy ending. "I love you so much, John." "Oh, I love you too honey." - Sunday, December 25th Yes, it was Christmas. It was just Julie and I celebrating together. For some reason, Julie was really sore again this morning. I had to give her a massage before we could exchange our gifts. I suggested that Julie should see a doctor. I didn't like that she was so sore. That was two Sundays in a row. Julie argued at first but then agreed to see the doctor. - Sunday, January 1st I'm officially worried. Julie had her worst bout of soreness of all time today. I massaged her but then she wouldn't even let me have my happy ending. She said she was just too sore. She made it up to me and cuddled me and then she gave me a wonderful blow job. She seemed really upset that she couldn't let me enter her pussy. She promised to make it up to me. I know we attended a New Year's Eve party with some of the guys from work but I don't remember much of what happened. I must have got really sloshed. I need to cut back on my drinking, I guess. I asked her about her visit to the doctor. She blushed and told me she never actually saw the doctor. She promised to make an appointment first thing tomorrow morning. - Wednesday January 3rd Well, Julie saw the doctor. She couldn't remember the name of the disease, but she says it's nothing serious. She gets sore every so often and there's nothing that can be done about it. There's no known cure. I expressed my disbelief. "That sounds like a lot of BS to me, Julie." "You don't believe me, John?" "Maybe I should talk with the doctor just so I can hear it in his own words. Maybe it will make more sense then." She smiled at me. "Good idea, John. Do you want to visit his office together tomorrow?" "That sounds like a plan, honey. I don't like to see you in so much pain." "OK, I'll call you tomorrow with the time, honey." - Friday, January 5th. We saw the doctor together today. He greeted me with a big smile and slapped me on the back like I was his best buddy. I instantly took a disliking to the smarmy bastard. "Hey John, Julie says you wanted to hear the diagnosis right from me, huh?" "That's right, doc. What's wrong with her?" "Well, it's kind of like Arthritis but not the same. Basically Julie is going to have some times when she's really tender and sore. Luckily it seems to only happen periodically and she says your massages really help a lot." "Yes, but isn't there anything we can do to prevent these episodes? She really was in a lot of pain on New Year's morning." The doctor gave me another one of his wide fake smiles. "I don't think so, John. You just take care of our lovely Julie, OK?" "Oh, I will, doc. You can count on that." He slapped my back again. "That's the spirit." - Sunday January 28th Well, it's Sunday, so that means that Julie was sore again. That's either 5 or 6 Sundays in a row. I talked with Julie about it. "This is the weirdest thing, Julie. How come it's always Sunday morning? Do you eat anything different on Saturday maybe?" Julie blushed beet red. I can't imagine why. "Oh John, don't obsess so much. I'm not worried about it. You shouldn't be either." "I don't like to see you in pain, Julie." She kissed me passionately. "John, honey. I'm OK, really, and honey, I just love your massages. Are you up to giving me another one?" "Sure Julie, anything for my perfect wife." She stared into my eyes. "Oh John, I love you so much. I don't deserve you, honey." "On the contrary, Julie. It's me who doesn't deserve you. You're the perfect wife. I'm the luckiest man in the world." Happy Ending? We had our most romantic massage session that we've ever had today. I really am the luckiest man in the world.