7 comments/ 35056 views/ 10 favorites Tricksy By: kinpatsu 'What the heck am I doing?' I asked myself for the fourteenth time. Darkness swirled around me and my three friends as we hid in the bushes at the edge of a park, and before us a parade of costumed children strolled from home to home carrying brightly covered bags and escorted by moms. Their numbers had decreased significantly as the evening dragged on while we collected our courage. 'The one girl in the room and I let them talk me into this stupid prank.' Beside me Frank bumped my elbow through the bright yellow raincoat I was wearing. "Okay Rachel, It's your turn. That house over there behind all the trees." Letting out a heavy sigh and frowning hyperbolically I stood up and stepped onto the sidewalk. A matching floppy yellow hat hid my face from view in the gloom but I'm sure my voice communicated my annoyance. "Yeah I know I agreed to this and all, but remember who's next." Taking a shuffling step down the walk I headed over to the selected home. "All you got to do is get a treat. How hard can that be?" Brian's voice had a snickering quality that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He had a habit of telling me the reason I didn't have a boyfriend was my lack of sex appeal. He's a moron. Searching up and down the street for other trick-or-treaters I found none within shouting distance and quickened my pace. A comforting glow surrounded the porch of the home as I turned onto it's flower bordered path, but the curtains were drawn making the surrounding garden secretive and gloomy. Stepping up to the door I drew a heavy breath and released it, trying to let my tension flow out like the quivering air in my lungs. It was no good. Best to just get it over with. Releasing the belt on the raincoat I let it fall away from my front and down my arms. Beneath it I was naked to my shoes, and the chill of the autumn night brought a rosy glow to all my exposed flesh. My nipples stood out proud and hard in that temperature, and for the first time I felt a tingle of excitement that was more than the cool air. Placing my hand on my hip and exposing my naked body to the door I knocked. Almost losing my confidence in the short wait I started to shiver. Perhaps it was only the cold, but there was also the fear of the reaction I would get. Inside the door I could just hear footsteps approaching me with a slow, firm tread. Just as I thought I couldn't stand it any more the door opened, bringing me face to face with a woman my own height with long hair almost exactly the same brown color as mine. She stared at me with a mildly startled look on her face, clutching a bowl of assorted candies. "Trick..." I stuttered in as close to a sexy voice as I could manage, "...or Treat!" To my astonishment she broke into a delighted smile. "Oh, that's a lovely treat!" she said languidly. "I guess it deserves just as nice a treat in return." Somewhere beside her there must have been a small table, because she set the bowl of candies down and quickly shrugged off her housecoat. Beneath it she was even more naked than I was, because she wore no shoes! "What do you think? Is this a treat? Or a trick?" "You're... You're..." words came haltingly from my mind. "You're beautiful," I finally managed to breath out huskily, and she was. Rarely do you find a woman with an hourglass figure that isn't lopsided one way or another, but her hips and breasts were perfectly matched. I found myself staring at her nipples that mimicked mine, extruded out of a pair of round tits that hung gently off her frame in perfect proportion to the curve of her hip beneath her hand. She had copied my pose. "My dear, why don't you come in for a moment and warm up," she said taking my hand. "We wouldn't want to shock the neighbors." Without thinking about why, I followed her into the hallway. I just felt small and ineffectual next to her, with my straight body and smaller breasts. She shut the door behind me and I caught a glimpse of her ass, round and smooth, as she finished removing her housecoat. "You can hang your raincoat here on a hook if you like." Her tone made it sound like finding a naked girl on her porch was routine. She hung her garment on one of the many hooks in the entry, and with only slight hesitation I did the same. After having followed her in I didn't want to run back out into public and it was certainly warmer inside. The hallway opened up into a living room with several comfy chairs and a long lounging couch. I followed the unknown woman in watching the cheeks of her ass wiggle up and down in a sensuous dance. Sometimes I wonder if my own ass moves that way when I walk. "Please, sit anywhere. I've just made some tea, would you like some to help warm up?" On a table between the couch and a wide chair there was a teapot gently steaming and a cup ready. My hostess continued on into another room while I sat on the couch next to the tea. "I... Thank you. That would be nice." Feeling very unnatural I had difficultly deciding just why I was there. Sitting naked on this strange woman's couch and about to take tea, this really wasn't part of the plan. After only a moment she returned with a tray bearing a second cup with cream and sugar. "I relish visitors, but I rarely get so lovely a surprise as you." Sitting very naturally cross legged in the wide chair she poured the tea in a ritual almost as ancient as the Halloween celebration going on outside. "Do you mind sharing with me what possessed you to offer me such a treat?" "Well, it started out as a kind of prank," I told her, seeing no reason to deny the truth. "Some friends of mine talked me into participating, and said they do it every year." She chuckled slightly and sipped her tea. "I bet your friends are some boys, aren't they? I thought so. Actually, I assumed you were a surprise treat from one of my friends. They do that for me now and again now that I'm single. But I think that your friends just wanted to see you naked. Boys are like that." "Uh..." I started, tasting the excellent tea, "Why would your friends send some strange girl naked to you door? Are you a lesbian or something?" "Oh good heavens no, my dear. I'm bisexual but don't let that alarm you. I'm not predatory." "That's good to know." Some of those old confused feelings I sometimes have were boiling up. "It would teach them right if I slipped out the back and didn't tell them about this." Merriment almost glowed out of her eyes at the thought. "Perhaps not that, but if you like you can spend some time here with me and make them worry. If you were to simply disappear it might cause me trouble." There was that. "Okay. They're watching, so let's make them suffer." This made us both giggle. We stopped talking then for a while, and there was an awkward silence. I could feel her eyes on my body, but at the same time I was examining her just as closely. Her skin was glowing and warm, and I could see her pubic hair between her legs almost covered by her casually laid hand, and noticed that it was trimmed short but not shaved. It made my own shaggy mane feel messy and uncouth. She must have noticed my glances, because she unfolded her legs almost as if she were giving me a clearer view. "So how do you feel about girls," she asked out of the blue, but with a twinkle in her eye. "It seems like you can't take your eyes off me." "I don't know!" I blurted out frustrated. "I think you're beautiful and sexy, but I don't feel sexy at all." "Is that all?" "No. I've always had this feeling, you know, like I wasn't right." All of a sudden some of the feelings I've buried came flowing to the surface. "Sometimes... Sometimes I get attracted to guys but they never seem to be interested in me. Frank, he thinks I don't have any sex appeal. I think he thinks I'm a lesbian." "I don't mean to pry," she interrupted me. "But what Frank thinks isn't important. It's what you think." "That's just it, I don't know that answer." I put my face in my hands, almost ignoring her presence in the room. "Sometimes I like girls. Sometimes I like them a lot. Does that mean I shouldn't like guys?" "Of course not." My hostess set her tea down and moved from her chair to sit next to me on the couch. She didn't touch me, but could feel the heat from her naked body comforting and close. "I've had sex with many men and enjoyed it, but I've also been with many women. I refuse to choose between them and I think that frees me. I can love anyone." "Even..." For a moment my mixed up mind was on the verge of asking for something that I had tried to deny time and time again. "Even a person like me?" "You seem very sweet to me. I'm sure anyone could love you. The question is who do you want to love?" This made me sit up sharply and pull away from her. "Are you... That is... Could I love you?" My hear was thumping so loudly it must have been audible in the next room. I was amazed that I could even breath those words to her, but I was terrified what she would say in answer. Frightened she would say no, but even more frightened she would say yes. Instead of answering immediately she lay back on the couch and closed her eyes. "I think the decision is up to you. You can do whatever you wish." Still recoiled from her openness I just looked at her, open to my advances. On foot was up on the cushion with her knee against the back of the couch. The other was on the floor making an inviting nook where a person could nestle down between her thighs. With one arm she cuddled her breasts to her, while the other was behind her head. She was so lovely I ached to touch her or just smell her skin. Still with her eyes closed she moved her hand down her torso. "Perhaps this is what you need, to help you make up your mind." Her hand wandering down touched various parts of her body gently, until at last it rested over her pussy. "Shall I do it? Or do you want to?" "I wouldn't know what to do," I whispered breathlessly. Her fingers twitched, winding her neat hair in little circles and pulling gently. "What if I do it wrong?" My host opened her eyes and looked over at me longingly. "You don't have to worry about that, dear. If that's what you need, then come explore my body. I don't mind." Hesitantly, almost timidly I reached out and touched her leg where it leaned against the back of the couch closest to me. It was soft and silken, with a feeling like it had just been powdered after a bath. My hand slid over it's surface in easy gliding motions, reaching higher as my courage evolved. Her eyes had closed again, but her hands were moving all on their own. Very slowly she pulled her rouge hand away from the hair above her pussy and dragged it along the surface of her pretty belly. She stroked it in a complicated pattern, ending up supporting the weight of one lovely breast. Her opposite hand held lovingly to the opposite breast, slowly rotating the nipple in precise turns like a jeweler winding a watch. "You're doing fine, my dear," she said in a growling, breathless moan. "I like those kinds of touches." Hardly aware of what I was doing, but entranced and excited with what was for me a first time experience, I shifted my weight on the couch and slowly pulled myself up between her thighs. The warmth of her flesh on my shoulder tingled all through my body and my hands moved up towards the curve of her hip. Distantly I wished I had curves like that, but my tendency towards straightness couldn't push the feelings of desire from my brain. With my hand resting on the cleft between her thigh and hip my voice quivered out an uncertain plea. "I'm... I'm so unsure about myself," it's quiet sounds appealed to her, trailing off into a whisper. "I've never done anything like this before. I don't even know why I'm doing this!" One of her wandering hands released a breast, swollen and flush with her excitement. It dropped down to cover my own comfortingly. "Don't you want me then?" "Uh... Yeah. I mean, Yes. I think I do." The fear and timidity seemed to shrink a little bit from my soul. "You're beautiful and sexy. Anybody would want you!" This caused her to chuckle almost silently. I just watched her sweet breasts move and jiggle with those expressions. "I'm glad you think so. I think you're very pretty too, and I'm offering myself to you." She opened her eyes and stared deeply into mine. "Won't you take me?"
 Her hand grasped mine tightly but briefly, then she pulled me up towards her. In a liquid movement I was lying on top of her body, pressed into her soft skin and surrounded by her earthly scent. For the first time I felt my small breasts pressed nipple-to-nipple to another woman and her eyes were on me with the fire of lust. I bent down and without any forethought kissed her tenderly on the lips. I'm not a good kisser. I'm so straight and skinny that guys don't go for me and I'd never had the courage to try dating girls. My sole experiences had been a series of unlikely boyfriends in high school, none of which were any better than I was. Suddenly my whole world was filled with the lovely woman rubbing her body against me while her mouth and tongue played gently with my own. Her mouth was warm and gentle where we touched, and she moved it so slowly around that I couldn't tell where she would explore next. The tips of our noses touched, and for an amazing moment she caressed my nose with hers while her tongue teasingly darted in and out of my mouth. In two minutes with her I learned more about being a great kisser than in all the guys I'd ever dated. I was so caught up in kissing her that I didn't even notice that I had fallen into a comfortable position on top of her. My left leg was between her thighs, and my right threatened to fall off the couch on the outside of her left thigh. I felt a rocking motion as my pussy was being rubbed against the firm muscles of that thigh, and after a moment or two I realized I was the one performing that motion. The feel of my nipples against hers, the taste of her sweet kisses, and the slippery glide as my pussy got wet rubbing against her were overpowering. I couldn't believe how great it felt to be this intimate with a beautiful woman, a woman who really wanted me. Without warning I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, and her arms wrapped tightly around me. "Are you okay dear?" she whispered into my ear, almost as if there were someone who could hear us. "Yes," I said with the hiccup of a sob. "I'm more than okay. You feel so wonderful in my arms. I do want you, and I want a lot of you!" Some of the tightness in our embrace dissipated, and I felt a new motion underneath me. Not only was I gently humping her thigh, she was pressing her pussy upwards against me. I could feel it in every nerve of my body, an electric attraction we were expressing towards each other. It was sudden, erotic, and sexy in a wild way I had never felt before. "Let me see your pussy," I whispered into her ear. I wanted to do all sorts of nasty things to her, but I didn't know what they were. "Please let me see your pussy!" "Would you like me to masturbate for you?" she asked me as I slid down onto the throw rug before the couch. She swiveled on the cushion and spread her thighs wide, with her feet on the rug to my sides. I sat on my knees and placed my hand on her thigh, looking up into her face pleadingly. "Yes. Please masturbate for me. I'm going to play with myself to!" My fingers were already on my pussy, twirling around and rubbing my clit as it bulged out and hardened up. I was really wet and slippery and I ran my fingers up and down my lips, drawing the tingling sensation all around and sighing my pleasure. "It's nice to masturbate with a friend sometimes, and really sexy. I like it that you're watching me." Her words drifted through the air like smoke and I hardly noticed them. I watched her roll her pretty clitoris around with the pad of a finger, circles that started fast and ended slow with an intake of breath. Then she stopped and slowly, agonizingly slowly pushed her finger down over the length of her bare lips. At the bottom of her stroke she pushed inward and the end of her finger disappeared inside her luscious folds with a silent "Pop." Slowly it worked it's way inward, then reversed it's motion to slowly move out all glistening with a sheen of wetness. I leaned closer, fascinated. I could smell her excitement, and for the first time the erotic scent of a woman in heat turned me on. My clit had turned into a stone, rock hard and vibrating in a way that I could feel clear up inside me. While I watched her I ran my finger over the folds of my own flesh, connecting what I felt between my thighs with the sexy performance in front of me. Without me expecting it to my cheek brushed up against her thigh, and it's smooth silken surface drew me in and relaxed all my fears. I forgot about my feelings of inadequacy and uncertainty to fall deeply into the ocean of her presence. Riding the trail of her thigh I got even closer to the activity in front of me. "Do you want to touch me? To kiss me?" she asked from another world. "I want you to taste the joy you're giving me by watching, and feel your pretty lips enjoying a woman for the first time." That was it, and I was lost. Any control I had over my actions leaked away and I leaned forward through my self imposed barrier. My lips touched her sweet sex and I melted into the sea of her flesh. It was so like kissing her, with the slippery wet lips against mine and her sighs surrounding me. I took the extruded labia into my mouth and sucked them in and out gently, while my tongue teased the folds lightly. Then I released them, running my soft but firm tongue up to tease her clit with quick flickerings. For this she repaid me with a quick intake of sobbing breath and a quiet cry of "more!" I licked her lips again and again always ending with a teasing stroke on her clit, while my own hand rubbed my pussy faster and faster. I couldn't believe how hot she was making me just by letting me experiment with making love to her as a woman. Every time she sucked in a breathless sigh my pussy tingled, and I could feel the wetness running down the side of my leg. The pressure built and I sucked her faster, fucking her with my tongue, rubbing her clit with my lips. I was on the edge and ready for the orgasm, only requiring a little more to push me over the brink. Then her thighs went marble hard where they had been fleshy and firm, and she took my head in her hands. I looked up and saw her scream silently while my tongue made a dance in her sweet candy folds. She came, and she came again. She continued to come over and over again while I licked, but she wasn't alone. At the moment she stiffened up in a spasm of joy I pressed my fingers up inside my pussy. I pumped them in and out, rolling my clit around with my thumb and pushing myself finally over the edge. I came with her in rolling waves that crashed down through my lips where they contacted hers, to return to me when she came again. Those waves reached me and I exploded again, filling the room with sobs of joy and excitement. I've never felt so grand in my whole life. Then I came alive again, not so much from fainting or being unconscious but more from a delicious fog contentment. I half-lay between her thighs still knelt on the throw rug, but my legs were pressed closely together around my flattened hand. My arm was wrapped comfortably around the woman in front of me, who I then realized had not even told me her name. The first thing I noticed was her fingers gently parting my hair, combing my short locks and stroking around my ears. "You see?" she asked tenderly. "That was sweet and wonderful, wasn't it?" She took hold of my shoulders slightly damp with sweat and and pulled me unresisting back up onto the couch with her. Tricksy Once again I fell into a comforting position between her thighs, but with my head happily snuggled between her breasts and her arms cuddled around me lovingly. I looked up and she kissed me very gently on the lips for a short time that felt much longer. "Thank you," I whispered in awe. "I never would have had the courage to do that without your help." "Of course you could," was her encouraging reply. "All it takes is accepting who you are and what you want. You can do it with a boy as well as with a woman, and the result is the same. You should enjoy your sexuality, not fear it." Nuzzled down with the first woman I had ever made love with, surrounded by her sex and the glow of our fun, I began to believe what she said. Of course it WAS all up to me. To enjoy the feeling of being with another person for the sole sake of making each other feel good. What was important was the fact that we both were here because we wanted to be here, to enjoy the other person to every extent that they could be enjoyed. "I think I understand now," I told her quietly. "Somehow I understand it for the first time." I paused for a moment, just enjoying our shared space. "You know, I forgot to tell you my name earlier. It's Rachel." "It's nice to meet you , Rachel. You're going to make a very fine lover for whoever you choose. I enjoyed your touches." She hugged me to her a little tighter. "And you can call me Dana, although it's actually Danú." Just then there was a knock on her door, and for the first time in the better part of an hour I remembered the circumstances of the night. "Oh my god! I bet that's Frank and the other guys looking for me." "I'll tell you what. Don't get dressed, just poke your head around the corner there. I'm going to answer the door." We untangled ourselves and both stood up from the couch. On an impulse I reached for her and gave her a quick hug. Her arms surrounded me and I felt her hand lightly pat my naked ass. "Let's give them a Halloween trick to remember." Dana turned from my arms then and went out of the parlor and down the hall while my eyes followed her beautiful naked back side as it swung. She reached the door and retrieved the bowl of candies she had set on the small side table that I suspected was there. Her opposite hand went out, and to my surprise and horror she pulled open the door. "Trick or..." Brian and Frank's voices dropped to a nervous silence as they saw Dana framed in the light from the hallway, naked and offering out a bowl of sweets outshone by her sweet body and disposition. "Treat?" she asked them as their voices faltered. "Go on boys, take what you want." The two of them reached down and blindly selected a morsel each while filling their eyes with Dana's treats. They had not opened their raincoats as the plan had been, and I doubt they noticed me looking around the corner and trying not to giggle. "Hi guys!" I finally managed to throw out. "I may not be back to the dorm for a while, so don't worry. Have fun for the rest of the night!" Frank managed to barely raise his hand and wave hesitantly in my direction, but Brian was frozen as a pillar of salt. Dana set the bowl of candy down giving them one last look at her without distraction, then slowly closed the door. She turned to me with a devious smile, and we both broke out laughing hysterically. Finally we recovered our composure, and the two of us retired to the parlor smiling knowingly at each other. "I guess that ends my plans for the evening," I told her confidentially as we sat back down in separate chairs. "They're sure to think I'm a lesbian now." "Let them think what they want to think. You can be anything you want, and have anybody you desire." "I think," I started hesitantly. "I think who I desire is in the room with me right now. I enjoyed that so much, and I want more." She gazed across the rim of her teacup as she took a sensuous sip. "Who am I to turn down such a lovely treat as you gave me?" she asked as if to the wind. "If you'd like you can explore me even more, and perhaps..." She set her teacup down and made an inviting gesture into her space, "Perhaps I'll even explore you." The rest of that evening I spent in her arms, and many more nights after that. Dana was my first woman lover and one I've returned to many times since. Although I often date men and other women I always return to her when I'm feeling uncertain or lonely. She has infinite capacity to love people and I'm privileged that she'll share that with me. In my pale reflection of her I've tried to share my love with many people as well. I'll always remember that unlikely Halloween many years ago, and each year now if I can I return again to Dana. I return and release myself in celebration of all she taught me. It's my single favorite holiday! Tricky Aunt Vicki Hi. My name is Kevin and I just turned 18 in June. School's out and I'm free for the summer. I live in a small town in Iowa and my mom and dad run a restaurant. I usually help out in the summer, but since I'm planning on going to college in the fall, mom and dad felt I should have a break. That's good, but there's nothing to do in a small town. Just when I thought I'd be spending my summer playing video games, my mom suggested I visit her sister, my Aunt Vicki. Aunt Vicki is a widow and lives in California, near the beach. I thought wow, what a great idea. So my mom called Aunt Vicki and they talked about me going out to visit her for a couple of weeks. She said great, come on out and I was looking forward to a great summer vacation, at the beach, meeting new people. Now I don't really know my Aunt Vicki well. She's ten years older than my mom and got married young and moved to California a long time ago. Because my parents were constantly working at the restaurant, we didn't travel to visit relatives much and had not seen Aunt Vicki since her husband died 8 years ago. What I did know was that she was 50 and lived near the beach. Next thing I know, my plane has landed and I'm looking for Aunt Vicki at the airport. I'm looking and looking when someone grabs me from behind and gives me a big hug. It's Aunt Vicki but I hadn't recognized her. She used to be a little heavy and wore grandma type clothes but the Aunt Vicki who was hugging me looked to be in great shape and was wearing a nice skirt and sleeveless blouse and a sun hat. She was actually pretty. For a second I thought "wow". Then I realized she was my aunt. She said she almost didn't recognize me because I had grown and wasn't the skinny runt she remembered. That's because I am now five feet ten inches tall and weigh 165 pounds. We laughed and she said "let's get your stuff to the car" as we walked out. So, as we drive, she tells me that after her husband Frank died, she was devastated. He had left her enough money so she was comfortable and didn't have to work, but she felt so alone. It took a few years for her to start living again. She started helping out at a local school and developed nice friendships with a group of ladies. Oh, I almost forgot to say that Aunt Vicki was five feet 5 and while she had a few extra pounds on her, she looked great. Her breasts weren't too large, I'd guess about a "B" cup, same as my mom. Legs were tanned and soft looking. We got to her house, a nice 3 bedroom, and pulled into the garage. I grabbed my bag and followed her into the house. She gave me a quick tour. Nice comfortable living room and a television room with a large sofa and chairs, big back yard with a pool, then showed me the bedrooms, her nice large master bedroom, the other bedroom that she used as an office, and the third bedroom, which was to be my room. It was getting late and I was a little jet lagged. She asked if I was hungry, I said no, and she suggested I rest. I laid myself on the bed and almost immediately fell asleep. I woke up the next morning when Aunt Vicki knocked on my bedroom door. She said I must have been tired since I slept in my clothes. Breakfast was ready and she told me to get washed up and come down. After breakfast she asked what I wanted to do and I said "go to the beach". So we packed up a cooler and beach towels and drove to the beach. It was a perfect day. Hot. Sunny. Lots of sand and lots of girls. I met a few other kids and we played volleyball. Before I knew it was late afternoon and the sun was setting. I helped Aunt Vicki pack up our stuff and we drove home. I was tired and happy after playing at the beach all day. We got back to Aunt Vicki's and when we opened the door, it was really hot in the house. She fussed with the air conditioning but it wouldn't work. Well, she said she would call a repairman in the morning but it was too late today. We would just have to put up with the heat. She suggested I get cleaned up and she would do the same and make us dinner. The cool shower felt great on my tired body. When I walked into the kitchen, I found that Aunt Vicki had already taken her shower and was making spaghetti. She was wearing shorts and a nice tee shirt that hid her nice shape. We talked while she made dinner and I told her how my mom and dad worked so hard and had a good business and how I wanted to move away from Iowa but didn't want to hurt their feelings. She said that I had grown into a nice man and should do what I felt was right. The house was hot, hot, hot. And there was no breeze. The kitchen seemed extra hot. Aunt Vicki turned to me and shocked me by saying it was too hot to wear clothes. She said since we had been in our bathing suits all day that she hoped I wouldn't mind if she walked around in her underwear. I said I wouldn't mind and she pulled her tee shirt off and her shorts down and dropped her clothes onto a chair. Wow. She had on the cutest white bra and silky white panties. I saw that her panties were sheer enough that you could see her brown pubic hair. It was hard not to stare at her breasts and her pubic mound. I was a little shy but she said she would be more comfortable if I were in my underwear too, so I pulled off my tee shirt and shorts. I was a little embarrassed because I was wearing loose blue briefs and you could see the outline of my cock but I pretended to relax. I had to force myself not to stare at Aunt Vicki's cute cute breasts and pubic mound but whenever I thought she wasn't looking I stole a quick look. Thinking about Aunt Vicki in her underwear sent a little tingle up my cock. We sat down for dinner and Aunt Vicki poured me a glass of wine. She said only this one glass and to please not tell my mom. I was tired and the wine made me relaxed. After I finished my glass of wine, I got up to go to the bathroom. I had just left the room when I decided to ask Aunt Vicki a question. Aunt Vicki had her back to me and did not see me quickly turn around. I saw her reach across the table and pour some white powder into my wine glass. Then she poured some wine into it and stirred it with her finger. What was she doing? I quietly backed away and went to the bathroom. After a minute, I came out and made sure I made enough noise that she knew I was coming back into the room. I sat down and she had a strange smile on her face. She said that we had had such a great day that she thought I deserved a second glass of wine. But, I was not to tell my mom. I had heard of roofies that guys would put into girls drinks to knock them out and have sex with them but I had no idea what my Aunt was up to. I decided to play along and pretended to sip the wine. Aunt Vicki poured herself more wine. Then she excused herself and said she had to go to the bathroom. I waited while she got up and walked out of the room, and when I was sure she was gone, I took my glass and walked to the sink and poured it out. I quickly walked back to the table and poured some new wine into my glass so Aunt Vicki wouldn't know what I had done. After a minute she came back to the table and we talked somemore and I made sure she saw me drink my wine. After a few minutes, I yawned and said I was feeling sleepy. Aunt Vicki suggested we go into the TV room and relax. She refilled her wine glass and I followed her into the TV room. She told me to go ahead and make myself comfortable on the sofa while she turned on the TV. I sat down on the sofa and couldn't help but notice her cute panty covered ass when she bent over the TV. I was getting a little excited and had to remind myself that I had to pretend to be very tired and sleepy. Aunt Vicki found a movie channel and came to sit down next to me on the sofa. She said I would probably be more comfortable if I stretched out and rested my legs on her lap. I pretended to be really sleepy and said okay. There was a little light in the room but it was mostly pretty dark. I lay there with my legs on top of Aunt Vicki's lap with my head turned towards the TV and closed my eyes so they were barely open. I could see but it looked like I was asleep. I lay there thinking about Aunt Vicki's cute breasts covered by that little bra and her silky panties under my legs. I had to try to keep my cock relaxed so it wouldn't look like I was awake. After a few minutes, I heard Aunt Vicki ask me if I was comfortable. I pretended to be asleep. Then I felt her hand on my stomach, stroking me gently. Then she was softly rubbing my chest. I was getting excited at her touch and it was getting harder to relax and pretend I was asleep. She said "Kevin, do you want anything to drink"? I kept still. She started to get up and moved my legs out of the way. I stayed completely relaxed so she thought I was asleep. She got up and commented "it's too damn hot" and as I peeped from mostly closed eyelids, I saw Aunt Vicki take off her bra and pull down her panties. Wow. How was I going to keep my cock from getting stiff. Then Aunt Vicki reached down and I felt her hands touch my waist as she slid her fingers under the waistband of my underwear. I heard her saying "he'll be more comfortable if I take off his underpants" as she pulled my underwear down. Because I was pretending to be asleep, she had a little struggle getting it down underneath my butt but she kept pulling gently and in seconds, my underpants were sliding down past my knees and finally completely off. Damn. I was excited but had to keep my cock soft so she wouldn't know I was awake. Through slitted eyelids, I could see Aunt Vicki leaning over me as her hands stroked my chest, my stomach and down my thighs. She moved slowly and gently. I felt her hands moving up the insides of my thighs and almost made a sigh when I felt her hands stop on my balls. She softly fondled my balls, then slid her hands onto my cock. I felt my cock getting hard and heard Aunt Vicki say "he's getting a hardon in his sleep". Good, she thought I was having a sexy dream. She started to stroke my cock, slowly, slowly. All of a sudden, I felt something wet and soft over the tip of my cock. I carefully peeked and saw Aunt Vicki sucking my cock. Ohhhhhhh. It felt so good. Her mouth slid up and down the top of my cock and I could feel her sucking the tip. I tried hard to relax so I wouldn't come but I could feel the orgasm building. If she kept sucking I was going to shoot my come into her mouth in a few seconds. Then she stopped. My breathing was a little fast because I was excited but I could relax for a second since her soft wet mouth wasn't sucking my cock tip. I couldn't think. I was so excited. My Aunt thought I was asleep and she was naked and sucking my cock. Wow. After a few seconds, I peeked carefully and saw her start to climb over me. She put her left knee next to my hip and lifted her right knee over me to straddle me. I tried to relax my breathing. I felt her hand gently grasp my cock and suddenly, I felt her soft wet cunt touch the tip of my cock. My breathing almost stopped. Aunt Vicki started to lower herself over me, sliding my cock farther and farther into her wet cunt. I could feel my cock going deep inside her. Suddenly she stopped and raised herself up off my cock. I could feel her cunt lips sliding against my cock shaft. Then with just the tip of my cock inside her, she stopped and slowly lowered herself down again. Ohhhhhhhh..... The soft wet cunt lips were sliding down my cock shaft. She was pushing me deeper and deeper into her cunt. This time she lowered herself until she couldn't go any further, all of her weight pressing her pussy against the base of my cock shaft. She pressed her cunt down on me for a few seconds, then she stopped and with my cock buried deep inside her, she didn't move. I could feel her weight on my pubic bone, feel the cunt lips squeezing against my cock shaft. Then she slowly began to lift upward, sliding her cunt lips over my cock. Without hesitating, she slid her cunt down my cock, then up, then down. I couldn't believe the pleasure my Aunt was giving me. And she thought she was fucking me in my sleep. Aunt Vicki's breathing was very loud and fast. I could hear her moaning. Then, she started moaning in time to short gasps and I felt her cunt spasm. Her wet cunt was squeezing my cock as she had her orgasm. She moaned and moaned and pressed her cunt hard against the base of my cock shaft while her cunt squeezed my cock and squeezed my cock and squeezed my cock. It was all I could take. As her cunt lips squeezed my cock, my orgasm exploded and I shot loads of my come into her cunt. My orgasm seemed to last forever. I don't remember if I cried out or moaned. Never mind...She thought I was asleep. When I finally stopped, I was so exhausted that I passed out. I don't remember Aunt Vicki cleaning me up and putting my underwear back on. I don't remember her covering me with a blanket. All I remember is waking up in the morning with a big smile on my face and thinking about what Aunt Vicki had planned for me tonight. Tricky Spoons "I don't know Chrissy, I've never done this before." Ben was sitting down on his girlfriends bed looking at the floor. "All couples at least fondle, there's nothing wrong with that." "That's not how I was raised, I'm not like that." Ben, being raised in a strict Southern Baptist background all 18 years of his life was feeling really weird about the situation taking place. When he started dating Chrissy six months earlier, he had no idea how forceful the twenty year old could be. This was not something he was used to, not only because he was a Christian, but also because he was, well, fat, and deemed "unattractive" by most of his female peers. "I disgust you don't I?" She pouted. She, being a little on the chunky side herself, had a little bit of a self-esteem problem. "No, Chrissy, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever known, you could never disgust me." "Then touch me!" And with one fluid motion, she took off her shirt unleashing her fleshy, unconfined, 38DD breasts. Ben at first stared at the floor, wanting to look, but knowing he shouldn't. But she grabbed his head and turned it towards her. He eyes locked to hers and he didn't even glance at her wonderful breasts. "Don't you love me?" "You know I do, but I can't do this." Now she looked at the floor, defeated, put her shirt back on. "OK, I'll respect your feelings. Can we at least cuddle?" "Now, that I can do." And there they stayed, in the spoons position, fully clothed, where Ben fell asleep, with Chrissy in his arms. ************************************************* He woke up, upset with himself, knowing that his mother would be pissed that he was out past one am again, and as he started to get off the bed, he found that he couldn't move. He found himself tied, hands and feet, to Chrissy's bed. Struggle as he might, he couldn't get free. Just then, the door opened and Chrissy walked in wearing a fuzzy pink robe. "I'm glad you've awoken Ben." "Dare I even ask what you are doing?" "Well, I respect your religious beliefs and feelings, but you must also respect my needs! But don't worry, I am a virgin, and so are you, and we are going to stay that way....for the most part." With a grin she walked up to the bed, and cupped Ben's crotch through his pants. Beginning to lose control of his hormones, Ben's penis began to grow. "Ooh, looks like you have needs to, lets take care of that." She began to unzip his pants. "Please Chrissy, no, don't." "Just relax, you'll enjoy it." She, pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, and jerked him off. He strained not to cum, but she was good. Oddly enough he had never masturbated before and thus never felt anything, besides underwear, touch his penis and it was difficult not to blow his load, and when it did, it went everywhere. On her robe, in her hair, on the ceiling, everywhere. "Can I go home now?" "Not yet, we're only half done, look what you've done to my robe! Oh, well..." With that she took off her robe, and stood completely naked in front of Ben. She pulled his pants back up, climbed on top of him, undid his arms and commented, "My turn!" "No, I can't I don't know the first thing..." She popped her left breast in his mouth and he instinctively started to suck on her breast, while his left hand, guided by Chrissy, cupped her other breast. "It's about time you stopped talking. Now, like I said, it's my turn." She removed his hand from her breast, and placed it on her, now moist, pussy. Scared and not knowing what do, his hand froze. She took his hand off her pussy, and instead, moved herself over Ben's head where she smothered his face with her womanhood. Instinct took over Ben's reactions and he stuck his tongue out and started probing his girlfriends pussy, darting in and out, sucking and even nibbling on her clit. "Oh Ben, don't stop. OH GOD!!" Her whole body convulsed with the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She collapsed next to him and undid his feet. "OK, you can go home now." Ben, his face covered in Chrissy's juices, just stayed put, breathing hard, an evil grin forming on his face... "So, what do you have planned for tomorrow?" Tricky Treats "Let's go Trick-or-Treating," Laura decided as she looked Ben in the eyes. Or tried to, at any rate. Ben's eyes were aimed a good foot lower at her rather impressive cleavage. She was wearing a modestly cut sweater in honor of the chilly fall day, but due to a lack of laundry funds had forgone her usual undershirt. Those same funds had forced her to wear her black lace push up instead of one of her normal bras. It was filled out wonderfully by her 36Ds, but did nothing to hide the way her nipples tightened up in the strong autumn winds. "Anything you want, babe," Ben agreed, too fascinated by her tits to notice as she rolled her eyes at him. Ben was a classic figure at colleges nationwide. Muscular in a lean way, he cut a dashing figure as the local football hero -- even if the Greenville Community Panthers were a Division III team. He was also as much a player off the field as he was on it. If his talents on the field weren't enough, he had piercing green eyes and a voice like warm honey to fall back on. The only thing that stood between him and the inside of a girl's pants was his reputation on campus as a cock hound. Laura wasn't normally into his kind, but, what the hell; so far it had been a lonely semester. At the least she'd have some company and maybe score some candy. "Anything I want?" she asked, leaning in closer so that her body was pressed against his. She gave him a knowing smile and batted her eyes at him playfully. A quick glance down confirmed the bulge in his pants wasn't from something hidden in his pockets. "Anything you want babe," he promised, sliding his hands down her sides until they were cupping her ass. He gave her cheeks a rude squeeze that pulled her tighter against him. She giggled playfully and turned her head so that she could whisper playfully into his ear. "In that case, I get to choose the costumes," she replied, reaching down between them to grope him just hard enough to make him gasp in surprise. She used his moment of shock to step away from him just as the campus clock tower announced the hour. Doors to the various buildings slammed open as students flooded into the common area as they headed to their next class, food, or sleep depending on how their mood took them. Laura took advantage of the sudden confusion to head back to her own dorm, turning around just long enough to call out to Ben, "Watch your inbox! I'll send you an email!" *** Halloween fell on a Friday that year, much to the delight of everyone involved. The fact that parties would be able to last that much longer into the night and that much louder. Even the professors gave in to the atmosphere of the inevitable, assigning only a minor workload that people would be capable of handling even while nursing a hangover well into Sunday afternoon. Fortunately the weather had decided to be as cooperative as the timing, and a late season Indian summer had drifted in, pushing temperatures well into the high seventies. With that in mind, Laura decided to go as something simple but sexy. Five minutes with a pair of scissors and a beaten up old pair of jeans to make a pair of the shortest daisy dukes in existence, while a flannel shirt tied closed above her navel soon had her looking like a simple country farm girl. A straw hat and wicker basket completed the look, and she smiled as she considered herself in the mirror. The shirt was a bit smaller than she normally wore, so despite the fact there wasn't a single button holding it closed it still clung tightly to her curves with the knot holding it in place. It framed her breasts nicely, and with the added effect of the edge of her bra peeking past the inside of the shirt, she knew she was bound to turn more than a few heads, including Ben's. Ben wasn't quite as thrilled with the outfit she had picked out for him, however. "A...a clown?" he stammered as Laura held his costume up for him to look at. "That's not quite what I was expecting. I thought you were dress me up like a gladiator, or you know, a wrestler or something like that. You know, something a little more manly, something to show off my abs?" "But I like clowns," Laura pouted as she glanced at the costume. It was actually the most garish thing she had ever seen. A shiny banana yellow, it had three big fuzzy buttons decorated in red and green plaid, blue with purple polka dots, and a black and white checkered pattern. It also had a bright silver nose and a neon orange wig that more closely resembled a shredded traffic cone than actual human hair. Ok, so it was more than garish, it was downright hideous. It might even have violated a few public decency laws. But, damn it, if he expected to get laid that night then the least he could do was let her have a little fun. But she didn't want to be too hard on him, though. She wanted to get laid as well, after all. Throwing her arms around his neck, she gave him a good hard kiss. His body responded immediately to her touch, and she deliberately rubbed against his groin as he kissed her back. "Besides," she murmured as she nibbled on his ear," it unzips in the back and that's it. You know what they say about easy on, easy off." "Well, in that case, since you like clowns," he replied, hastily pulling off his shirt to reveal a finely sculpted body. The lines of his abs were perfectly defined, without the extra marks and cords that indicated too much time spent in the gym. He still had a bit of a tan left over from late season practices spent topless, giving his smooth skin a faded bronze sheen. She cooed appreciatively, even going so far as to clap appreciatively when he dropped his pants. He had forgone any pretenses and left his boxers at home that night. He was still semi-erect from her earlier teasing, the purple crown of his cock just peeking out from behind his foreskin. Laura's mouth watered as she imagined what it would look like when it was fully aroused. She could tell that it would be long and thick, and she got wet at the mere thought of his monster buried deep in her pussy. She wanted to run her hands all over it, to feel it twitch as she teased it with her tongue. Now that she thought about it, while Ben had slept with plenty of other girls on campus, she had never heard any of them complain... "So, where are you taking me?" she asked, shaking her head to clear her mind of the image of her straddling his hips, grinding against him... Later, girl! "I thought we might go over to the west side of campus. That's where some of the more chill townies live, so we won't have to deal with as many annoyed parents. 'Sides," he admitted with a blush, "It is closer to the dorms as well. I didn't know if maybe you'd want to go to a party later, or maybe just, you know, find somewhere private to hang out..." "Then the west side it is!" she agreed, slipping her arm around his, leaving just enough room for her basket to swing freely. Now, let's go get some treats!" Ben smiled back at her, and off they went. Greenville had been a college town for a good long time, and the houses closer to the campus were all used to their older visitors. It wasn't uncommon for several hundred freshmen (who didn't realize they were officially Too Old for such nonsense) and several hundred seniors (who just didn't care) to erupt off the campus around eight o'clock in search of candy, parties, and a good time in general. The townies responded with plenty of enthusiasm, covering their houses in some less than family friendly decorations, as well as stocking up on a variety of gifts for their late night revelers. Most suck to the traditional candy and joke items, but some gave away more adult oriented fare as well. Little chocolate bottles filled with liquor were fairly common, as were condoms. It also wasn't unheard of for a trick-or-treater to end up with a cold bottle or can in their bag if they looked old enough or had on an impressive enough costume. The police knew, of course, but rarely did anything about it. They were usually too busy keeping a lid on the on the larger and more rowdy parties that people often used the holiday as an excuse for. After a mere hour and half they were both loaded down with swag. Her more so than him. Men who usually only gave him a piece or two of candy would take one look at her plunging cleavage and start shoveling it out by the handful. Neither of them minded; as soon as the door closed on them they would hustle down to the darkness of the street and start splitting their haul. She had a craving for caramel that was rivaled by his preference for peanut butter. Even better, the extra candy made it easier to hide the half dozen bottles of Budweiser that one particularly generous (or, perhaps, drunk) fellow gave them for ringing his doorbell. They wandered the streets with no particular destination in mind. Neither one was familiar with the neighborhood, so the just turned right or left as the urge took them. The farther they walked, the farther they got from campus, and the darker the streets became. The houses grew farther apart as well, and tall, ancient trees reached out with skeletal branches to obscure the streetlights. Fewer and fewer houses responded to their knocks, and the win began to pick up. Laura shivered as it nipped at her skin, silently cursing her decision to leave her jacket behind. The pale moon continued to rise higher, until it reached its zenith over an old Victorian style mansion standing a solitary watch at the top of a steep hill. Stray clouds drifted by over head, obscuring the moon's face to cast the mansion deeper into the shadows. "Hey, isn't that old Matheson place?" Ben asked as they stopped at the foot of the hill. "Man, that place has been abandoned for just about forever, ever since old man Parker croaked without leaving any heirs. They say it's haunted, and I'm not surprised. The place must be a wreck by now." "You want to go check it out?" Laura suggested as she rubbed her arms to keep them warm. Anything would be better than staying outside in the wind. "I dunno," Ben answered as he considered the twisted path up to the dark house. "It could be kind of dangerous." "Come on, it will be fun," Laura murmured as she plastered her body against his. "It really hasn't been that long since he died. Only a few years ago. And you know these old houses are built to last. It would be just the two of us all alone, in that big old empty house. No one around to hear me scream..." "Well, maybe..." he offered, warming to the idea as she brushed her lips against his. She reached between them as their tongues twisted together and began to fumble with the knot holding her shirt together. Two strong tugs pulled it loose, baring her silk clad breasts as her shirt fell open. Ben pawed roughly at her chest, groping blindly in the dark as she tried to separate her bra from her skin. Laura rolled her shirt down off her shoulders and balled it up in her fist before throwing it in his face. "Come find me!" she yelled over her shoulder as she took off up the hill at a dead run. The path had been well laid and fairly well maintained up until recently. A few weeds had begun to force their way into the cracks between the concrete, but the lawn had not yet managed to reclaim its lost ground. She stumbled once where a tree root had managed to force a break in the pavement, but she recovered her balanced easily and soon reached the porch. She felt flush from her sudden bout of exercise, which provided the added bonus of making her feel slightly warmer. She paused as she reached the door. It was old, dark wood and slightly chill to the touch, but when she touched the knob it was warm, as if someone had just been holding it. The paint around it was faded and had begun to crack and flake away in places, and the wood creaked underneath her as she shifted her weight, trying to make up her mind. It wasn't too late to turn back, and there was a...a...feeling about the place. It wasn't quite malevolent, but more like...it was waiting for her, or if not her, then someone. The doorknob turned easily in her hand, and the door itself opened silently when she pushed on it. Turning around, she could see Ben racing up the hill after her, the sleeves of her shirt flapping behind him. She was being silly, worrying about the house -- and if she didn't act soon, she wasn't going to have time to properly lead him on. She slipped into the house, letting the door close behind her with a deafening slam! Slim shards of moonlight filtered past the heavy drapes, covering the interior in murky shadows. As she waited for her eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her shorts, letting them slither to her ankles as she considered her next move. Straight in front of her was a long stair case covered in a slightly moth eaten rug. To her left was the living room, the furniture there draped in heavy white sheets like the ghosts of fashions long past. To the right was the dining room. Its cabinets had been left open, stripped bare of their contents, and the chairs and table had been left uncovered as if the crew responsible had left in a hurry. She snatched her shorts up off the floor and made a hard right for the dining room, taking care to leave her shorts draped over the chair closest to the door. It would probably take him several minutes to find them and figure out what they meant, but that didn't worry her. Through the dining room was the kitchen, and a wholly unremarkable place it was. It, too, had been stripped bare of anything that wasn't bigger than the stove or nailed to the walls. It was also covered in a thick layer of dust, and only had two more doors for her to try. The one to her right led to the basement, and while she doubted there was anything dangerous she had also seen far too many bad horror movies to make that particular mistake. At the very worst, she didn't have a flashlight or anything like that, and there was a real risk that she might break a leg or twist her ankle stumbling around in the dark. Closing the door to the cellar door, she headed for the one across the room. It led her to a dark and cramped passageway. She walked slowly, one hand pressed against the wall to make sure she didn't lose her way. It took a small turn to the left before ending at another door. The handle stuck as she tried to turn it, but with a bit forcing it finally gave way. She quickly undid the hooks of her bra and draped it over the handle; the last piece she was willing to sacrifice to lead Ben on. Once it was in place she carefully opened the door and stepped into an immense library. This room had not been pillaged the way the other two had; perhaps the last people in the house simply hadn't seen the value in the immense collection of books. Fifteen foot tall shelves lined the walls, capped only by the balcony that ran along above them. A large bay window on the far side of the room looked out over the grounds, and the trees had been carefully cultivated to make sure that it got the maximum light. Bright silver moonlight flooded the room, making it easy to see where several stuffed arm chairs had been set out around a series of low-slung coffee tables. The carpet beneath her feet was thick and soft, and she moved with a thoughtful quiet as she contemplated the shelves. She came to the one closest to the window, the better to see the books by. She ran her fingers along their spines, but the thick, leather clad volumes were all unlabeled. Settling on a one dyed the shade of fresh lilacs; she pulled it down and held it up to the window. "The Romance of Lust," she read aloud, and opened to the first page. "There were three of us," she began aloud, slowly growing quieter as she read about the debauched life of the Victorian author. She stood enthralled by his accounts of voyeurism amongst the house staff, his incestuous experiments with his younger sisters, and his own lusts for his teachers. Her free hand slipped past the band of her panties as she began to unconsciously play with herself. The lips of her sex were wet and slick as she spread them with her fingers, exposing her clit. Her middle finger began to rub it in tight circles, pressing harder against the sensitive nub as she read on. Her vision blurred as her fingers worked their magic, and it became harder to focus on the words in front of her as her world was consumed by a tide of pleasure. She didn't hear it as he stepped up behind her, not even aware of his presence until he slipped his arms around her and cupped her breasts with his hands, giving them a good squeeze to startle her out of her reverie. "Ben!" she gasped as she snapped out of it. His hands felt cool against her warm skin, but they quickly began to warm as he continued to fondle her tits. He pinched her nipples as she sank back against him, sending a warm ripple of sensation down her spine. She could feel his cock pressing against the top of her ass as she rubbed against him, and no wonder he felt so cold! He had clearly stopped to remove that ridiculous clown costume before he had gone looking for her, not that she minded. She would just have to see what she could do to warm him up! She began to turn around to kiss him, but he refused to relax his grip and held her firmly in place. "Keep playing with yourself," he ordered as he nuzzled against her neck, lazily licking his way up the side of her throat to nibble on her ear. His hands glided over her belly to her waist, and he hooked top of her panties with his thumb. "I like to watch you squirm." She did as she was told, slipping her finger into her pussy, sliding it and out as the heel of her palm put extra friction on her clit, adding a second finger when the time was right. He began to kiss his way down her spine as he lowered her underwear to the floor, playfully nipping her on the left cheek when it reached her ankles. He stood back up with equal care, dragging his nails along the top of her legs. Laura trembled under his touch, her mind completely overwhelmed by all the sensations consuming her body. Then his cock was there between her legs, pressed against the lip of her sex and trapping her fingers inside of her. He moved with a deliberate slowness, rubbing his shaft against her cunt with a maddening rhythm. She ground her hips against him with a maddening need as her release neared. She was beyond all reason at that point; she was totally at his mercy. "Oh, god!" she cried out as her body shuddered with her first orgasm. She bucked against him and his arms flew around her, holding her tightly as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She sagged against him as her climax finally spent itself, breathing hard as her body began to feel comfortably loose. "That was..." "Just the beginning," he finished for her. The clouds returned, casting the room back into the dark of night. He turned her around and leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met gently at first, pressing harder against one another as the urgency of their passion mounted. She could feel his cock pressed against her stomach, still wet with her honey, and a fresh burst of desire tore through her. "What do you want?" she asked as they broke for air. "I want you," he replied, wrapping his hand in her hair and pulling her back for another kiss. She placed her hands against his chest and held herself away. "No, what do want me to do?" she repeated. "Do you want me to touch you?" she asked, reaching down between them and took hold of his cock. She bent down and flicked her tongue across his nipple. "Do you want me to lick you?" She lowered herself to her knees, placing her hands on his thighs. She looked up to meet his eyes, but it was too dark and his face remained hidden in the shadows. His cock stood poised above her chest, quivering with anticipation. She began to caress him with both hands, cupping his cock against her palms and stroking it with an alternating pattern, first one hand passing from the tip of his cock to its base before releasing so that the second hand could make its pass. A bit of precum formed at the tip, so she leaned over and kissed it away, asking huskily, "Or would you like me to suck you?" Tricky Treats His response was simple. "Please me." She nodded. It was such a simple command, she couldn't possibly ignore it. There was one trick she had learned early that was sure to drive any guy crazy. Shifting forward, she nestled his cock between her breasts and squeezed them together, wrapping him in warm, soft flesh. Her own hands squeezed and toyed with her tingling breasts, rubbing them against his shaft as her fingers tweaked her nipples. He began long, firm thrusts in counter time to her movements, his hands wrapped tightly in her hair. She could hear the change in his breathing as he began to take shorter, sharper breaths. On the next thrust she pressed her breasts harder against him, pinning him in place as she ducked her head and slid her lips over the head of his cock. He gasped as his penis was engulfed in a wet heat, which turned into a moan as she started to suck on him. She couldn't bend her head too far, so she began to move in quick, short bursts alternating between stroking and sucking on him. His own thrusts became faster and more irregular, and she could feel his cock shift against her tongue as he strained to hold off. She sped up as well, determined to bring him off and even the count for the evening. She let him slide from her mouth and leaned back in anticipation. "I can't-" he gasped, visibly straining as he desperately tried not to give into his body's demand. "I'm going to come!" "Do it!" she insisted. "I want you to come on me, come between my tits!" 'He didn't, couldn't, say another word. Hot, thick, ropes of cum erupted from his cock to spill across her skin. The first splashed against her chin, while the other's fell more gently across her chest and breasts. He jerked fitfully for a few more moments, before staggering back a step. "I'm sorry," he said quickly, sounding genuinely worried. "I didn't mean-" "It's ok," she giggled as she wiped it off her chin. That just meant it was now smeared across the back of her hand, but one step at a time. "I told you to, remember?" "Here, you can use my shirt," he offered. "Thanks," Laura replied as he stepped over to hand it to her. She hastily wiped away what was left on her face and stepped forward to kiss him. Her eyes widened as she realized he was still as hard as before. "You're still...?" "I thought stamina was a good thing?" he asked almost arrogantly. The earlier picture of her straddling him resurfaced in her mind, and Laura smiled. "Oh, it is a very good thing," she replied, looping her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. There was more fire to it now than there had been before, and their hands roamed freely as their tongues played with each other. They broke off, each panting for air as he looked around the room desperately. "Where?" "The floor," she answered quickly, pulling him down with her as she sank back onto her knees. When they were just about level she pushed him back, causing him to cry out in surprise, "Hey!" "What?" she asked as she crawled on top of him. She took hold of his member and began to rub it against her slit. He tried to thrust, but couldn't get very far. Only the tip managed to get any penetration, but that was enough to cause her to gasp. "You like that?" he asked, giving her a few more quick thrusts. The fourth one proved to be too much for her, and she bent over, releasing him so that she could support herself on both hands. He took a merciless advantage of her moment of weakness to bury his cock as deep in her as he could manage. His cock came to rest against her g-spot, and she moaned with raw delight as he began to move inside her. He was far from finished, however. As she rolled her hips in time with his he grabbed her breasts and held them together so that her nipples were nearly touching. It was enough for him to get his mouth around both at the same time, his tongue running back and forth across them in an infinite loop. "Oh, oh g," she managed to gasp as he drove into her relentlessly. The world had ceased to exist for her, everything else just blotted out by what he was doing to her. Her vagina clamped down tighter around him as her second orgasm neared, but if anything he just sped up as a result. She began to blink furiously as her vision was overwhelmed by a series of metallic colored flashes. "Shh," he ordered as he rolled them over so that she was now on her back. The new position gave him a better point of leverage, which meant deeper, harder thrusts. He was forced to release her breasts so that he could use one hand to hold himself up -- but that left the other one free to work between her legs, his thumb pressing hard against her clit. Her body spasmed beneath him as her second orgasm tore through her. It was stronger, more violent than the first. Her pussy clenched tightly around him as her world dissolved into pure bliss. Her fingernails dug angry red scratches into his back as her teeth sank into his shoulder, leaving a bite mark that was sure to bruise over the next few days. She sank back into the carpet as it finally began to pas, leaving her totally exhausted -- but he was still going. "Mmm," Laura sighed. "That is, was, incredible." "Glad you enjoyed it," he replied, slowing down slightly to give her body a break. "You didn't come?" she asked, amazed at his perseverance. "Not yet," he whispered into her ear. "I was hoping you could help me with that." "How?" "Touch me," he answered, quickening his strokes again. "Play with me, feel me." "Like this?" she asked, reaching between them to hold his shaft while he fucked her. She worked her hand in rhythm with his own movement. It was something she had never done before, something she had never considered, but there was something just sexy about giving him a hand job at the same time as him being inside of her. "Yes," he hissed, "that's it! Make me come. I want you to be the one to make me come." Her hand sped up at his urgings, just as he slowed down. He was only half way inside of her, making short, jerking thrusts as she drove him towards the edge. He came with a cry, his cock twitching in her hand as well as her sex. His whole body convulsed with the power of his climax and for a moment he hovered over her, frozen, before collapsing on top of her entirely spent. It took several moments before he could recover enough to roll off of her. "That was..." she began. "Incredible," he finished for her, slowly climbing to his feet. "Thank you for that." "No, thank you," she replied happily as she rolled over and got up as well. She turned around to say something else, but frowned when she realized the room was empty. "Ben? Where did you go?" That didn't make any sense. Why would he just abandon her like that? Looking around in confusion, she noticed his shirt lying on a nearby chair. She slipped it on, ignoring the drying spots of cum and headed back for the front door. She paused in the hall to collect her bra and put it back on, and then made it back to the dining room still without spotting any sign of him. Frowning, she put her shorts back on as well and headed for the door. It took several moments to find her shoes and he still hadn't reappeared! She was starting to get worried about him, wondering if maybe he had fallen into the cellar or something. She opened the front door, just to make sure he wasn't there, and was surprised to find him leaning against the side of the house, already redressed in his clown costume and smoking a cigarette. The look of pure boredom on his face just further pissed him off. Stomping over angrily, she punched him in the shoulder. "Hey, asshole, what was that about? I wasn't expecting any cuddle time, but you didn't need to just leave me there by myself!" Been looked at her as if she was batshit crazy. "What the fuck are you talking about? I haven't been inside the house. How could I? You locked me out!" "Don't give me any of that garbage! We just spent the past two hours having sex! If you weren't in there, then who gave me your shirt, huh?" She tugged on the shirt to reinforce her point. Ben blinked in confusion. "I didn't bring a shirt. All I have with me is my costume... I left my shirt back at the dorms, remember?" Laura stared at him, then frowned as she looked down. Now that he mentioned it, he hadn't been wearing a shirt. Hers was on the floor of the porch next to him. The one she was wearing was definitely a man's button down, but now that she thought about it, it was such a comfortable fit on her that it probably wouldn't fit him... "Check the pocket," he suggested, looking at her curiously. "Maybe the owner left their wallet or something in it." Still frowning, Laura reached for the breast pocket and was actually surprised to find that there was indeed a piece of paper folded up inside of it. She pulled it out to read it. It was old, slightly yellow with age and the type had definitely faded in places, but it was still legible enough to read. "As I lack any heirs, I intend to make this simple. To the one who holds this note, I leave you my house, my belongings, and my entire fortune. To those who will wish to dispute this claim, tough! There are copies on file with my attorney, the same man who has notarized this copy. Signed, Parker Matheson."