19 comments/ 41962 views/ 62 favorites Two Sides To Every Story By: virginiaraine Loree's story in regular type, Alex's story in italics. It was raining that night. I enjoyed the rain. A normal Friday night and I was sitting at the Lounge, watching the rain fall outside through the plate glass windows. I took a pull of my beer and looked around the bar. The place was comfortable, familiar. A small hole-in-the-wall bar attached to a popular bowling alley. The same bar I'd been sitting at almost every Friday night for the past 7 years. My bar. The "regular" crowd changed every couple of years, but I did not. I was as much a fixture in this place as the tables and the brass railing around the L-shaped bar top. Just like Cheers, everyone here knew my name. I loved this place. This Friday, I was to meet up with my friend Brandon. Brandon and I had met at the Lounge years ago, and a long enduring friendship ensued. I was looking forward to tonight. Even though I always had a blast out at the Lounge, drinking and singing karaoke, tonight was special. Tonight was a birthday party for Brandon, and I just knew it was going to be wild. Of course, "wild" usually meant drunken debauchery and mayhem, but hey, that was how I liked it. Brandon walked in, a little late as usual. He was always late, as he tended to take much more time to get ready than most men. "Must be a gay thing" I thought to myself as I took another sip of my beer and waved. He had several people with him that I did not recognize. I assumed they were all Brandon's co-workers or friends I just had never met. "Bran Muffin!" I cried, running over to him. "Lorikeet!" he replied, both of us giggling at our pet nicknames for each other. "Those shoes are HOT", he said, stepping back and looking at my 4 inch stilettos. "You know it" I replied. I was a self-admitted shoe whore, and never failed to garner comments on my footwear. Brandon, being gay, was extremely appreciative of my very extensive shoe collection. He even borrowed some of my more slutty shoes to wear when he did drag, and always blessed the fact that we wore the same size shoe. "You look great tonight Loree", Brandon said. "Thanks" I replied, looking down at my outfit. I wasn't as much as a clotheshorse as I was a shoe whore, but I still took pride in my clothes, and I thought the tight jeans and low cut blouse showed off my body to its best advantage. I did not have the typical body that most of the world seemed to think was attractive. While I was not fat, I most assuredly was not skinny. "Curvy" would be the nice way to put it, "chunky" probably a bit closer to the truth. But I had boobs. Lord did I have boobs. Boobs for days. Large round double D's, completely natural and I knew they were my best asset. I never missed an opportunity to show them off in a low cut top, and often caught men and women looking at my chest appreciatively. I never minded that; it was why I showed them off. Of course occasionally I snared a grope or two from Brandon, as he was preternaturally attracted to my tits. Weird ass homo, but I loved him. "I have to have those shoes for my next show", Brandon demanded. "Absolutely", I answered. I was protective of my shoes, but Brandon understood, and I knew he would take good care of them. "We're going to have fun tonight! Happy Birthday" I cried. "Thanks babe. Hey, come here, I want to introduce to some of my friends", Brandon said, pulling me over to the table where the whole group had sat down. The introductions began and I, being horrible with names, promptly forgot everyone's. For the remainder of the evening, all of Brandon's friends would be Sweetie, Honey, Baby, and Darlin. I knew my limitations, and learning people's names were one of them. So I was very adept at using endearments, even with perfect strangers. I had that kind of personality. Never met a stranger and everyone instinctively liked me on sight. I was usually the center of attention at a party, and I have one of those personalities that can fill up a room. I understand this about myself, and I know how to use it to my advantage. Among Brandon's friends, there was a Latin man with a beautiful smile, dressed impeccably in a button down and slacks. Next to him was a regular Joe, clean cut white man in a t-shirt and jeans. There was a middle aged black woman in a green dress. There was a very pretty brunette woman, wearing hip huggers and a low cut blouse. There was a cute curvy blond girl in a mini skirt and a sweater top. And there was a petite redhead. I had to double take at the redhead. There was a split second where I did not know if the red head was male or female. "Definitely female", I thought to myself, seeing the slope of perky breasts under the woman's shirt. The redhead was wearing a man's button down shirt, open, worn over a white wife beater. The redhead also wore slightly baggy jeans, and very nice men's dress shoes. I knew my shoes, and those were nice shoes. She did not have a bit of makeup on, but that only seemed to enhance her smooth skin, and bring her blue-green eyes front and center. The short slightly wavy cap of reddish-gold hair caught my eye though. Thick red hair and I had always been a sucker for red hair and freckles, of which the petite woman had plenty. Maybe because I took an extra second to look her over, or maybe because I had a moment's question on her gender, I remembered her name immediately. "Loree, this is Alexis", Brandon said. "Alex, this is my best friend Loree, I know I've told you about her". "All good I hope?" I asked, sticking out my hand for the obligatory handshake. "Of course" Alex said, smiling as she took my hand. I quickly look down, surprised at the strength of Alex's grip. Alex had soft warm hands, but the strength in them was undeniable. I took in the blunt fingers, the trimmed nails, the silver men's watch encircling the pale skin of Alex's wrist. "Come on", Brandon said. "Let's get a drink and get to partying". I looked up, startled out of my deep introspection of playing connect-the-sexy-freckles-with-my-tongue. "Huh?" I asked stupidly. Brandon looked at me like I'd lost my damn mind. "Alcohol? Shots? Liquor" he enunciated slowly, pointing to the bar like he was trying to converse with a foreigner. I smacked him on his arm, called him a fucktard, and gave Alex a long-suffering look. We all had a laugh and headed towards the bar. By chance, Alex happened to sit directly across from me at the table. As the evening went on, I could not stop myself from covertly studying Alex. She was intriguing, to say the least. Her mannerisms had certain "maleness" to them; from the way she sat in the chair to the way she held a beer bottle. And while Alex was no doubt female, these small male idiosyncrasies made me want to watch her. I had played around with women before, and while enjoyable, did not really consider myself to be bisexual. Every now and then I met a woman that attracted me, but hardly ever acted on it. Usually, when that rarity of being attracted to another woman occurred, it was a very feminine woman, all soft curves and long hair. The typical "butch" lesbian was not the kind of woman I found attractive. Yet here I sat, damn near staring at Alex. I was intrigued by her and found my eyes returning again and again to the redhead across from me. Especially when Alex smiled. Alex's smile broke over her face like dawn over the horizon. It was a beautiful thing to see. In fact, Alex's mouth was a beautiful thing in and of itself, and with the exception of her breasts was the most feminine thing about her. Full lips top and bottom, perfectly plump, soft looking and just a bit larger than would be the right proportion for her face. Alex's mouth held my attention quite often that night, and I wondered what it would feel like to kiss her. Alex sat quietly most of the night, listening to the people around her, chiming in now and then; but mostly just studying everyone else. I in turn tried to study her. Something about her was evocative, kept me rapt. I couldn't put my finger on this feeling. Eventually, I was able to stop checking her out so obviously, but even when I wasn't looking or talking directly to her, I couldn't keep Alex off my mind. I hated sitting with these people I barely know. I would rather be home watching the latest Top Chef, or reading a book. If it wasn't for Brandon and his birthday, that's exactly where I would be. But Brandon asked, or begged rather. So there I was. I was only planning on staying for a couple of beers, and leaving as soon as it was polite. The bar scene is definitely not my thing. I mentally shook myself, paying attention once again to the crowd around me. Maybe I could distract myself from my unease until I could leave. I don't think I'd ever met anyone quite like Loree before. She was certainly a very outgoing person. This is what I told myself as I watched the tall brunette converse with complete strangers like long-lost family members. Hell, she even made me feel like that. I wonder how she does it? She's fairly pretty, but not gorgeous or anything, so it can't be her looks. She's just so....nice. Maybe it's her smile – full, open, and fast on the draw. Or maybe the way she looks directly at you when you're talking to her, like what you're saying is the greatest thing she's ever heard. Whatever it is, it sure works for her. She's got this whole table wrapped around her finger, listening to every word of every story. I enjoyed watching her "work the crowd" as it were. Damn has she got nice eyes. Nice body too, curvy in all the right places. And her tits were awesome. Deep cleavage, and when Loree moved just right, I caught an evocative perfume drifting out of the cleft. I briefly wondered if her skin tasted as good as it smelled, and how she would moan if I ....Stop it Red, I told myself. This is going nowhere! I quickly squelched down the excited tendrils of excitement that I had begun to feel. I would not allow myself to be attracted to her. Nope. Not happening. I'd been hurt horrible before, and I was never ever going to give another person the ability to hurt me that bad again. Oh, but she was tempting. Too bad I didn't go for meaningless sex. I could probably enjoy a meaningless fuck with her. I heaved a sigh, resigning the erotic thoughts to a dark closet deep in my mind. I knew I did not need to get involved with anybody right now. But I continued to watch Loree, and I admitted to myself that I was fascinated by her. I caught Loree looking at me several times that night. Once, when she turned her hazel eyes to me, I caught and held her gaze. A fleeting look of confusion mixed with excitement passed across her face – a look I have seen several times before on several different women. Loree was attracted to me. I wondered if she even realized it herself. The thoughts I'd exiled to the dark closet of my mind started rattling the doorknob. I resolutely pushed them away, but thought I might flirt a little with her, and see how much she was attracted to me. Innocent flirting. Promise. I smiled at her slowly, not breaking eye contact with her. What pretty eyes. I wondered if she realized that I could read the story of her soul in her eyes. Loree smiled back, her eyes brightening as she leaned across the table to speak to me in low tones. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but you're gay, right?" I swear, she almost blushed. Almost. The look on her face was adorable. She realized how nosy she was being, but asked anyways – just because. I loved women like that, that did what they wanted, because they wanted to and to hell with convention. "No, I don't mind and yes I am" I answered, trying hard to control my own blush. Damn this red hair! I could never hide any embarrassment or uncomfortable feeling. It always gave me away. I was never embarrassed about being gay, and I never felt the need to make excuses for who I am. I found a part of me hoping that Loree assumed I was blushing about my sexuality. Otherwise, she might have guessed the truth: I blushed because as much as I was fighting it, I was attracted to her. "How about you?" I asked, deftly turning attention away from me, and back on her. Besides, I suddenly was VERY curious how she would answer. Was she bi? Straight? If she was straight, would she even recognize the attraction between us? And what would I do about it if she was gay? A million questions were suddenly swirling incoherently in my brain. What the hell? I needed to get a grip on myself. There was no way I was going to start anything with this woman. "Are you gay?" Alex asked quietly. She seemed very intent on my answer, as if it was important to her. I wondered quickly if she was attracted to me as well. "Um, not really, but sorta" I answered hesitantly, demonstrating my brilliant repartee. Alex smiled at that, and I giggled. I despise giggling, and was mortified that I had done it. I decided to shake off my nervousness and just be myself. "I've had sex with women before, but not a whole lot of experience in that department. I don't rule women or men out of my sex life based on their gender, or their race for that matter. I always find myself attracted to the inside, the personality and the soul. For society's purposes, you could call me bi-sexual, though I don't really feel attached to that label. If anything I would be soul-sexual. Everything else is just wrapping paper on the real present to me – the soul inside". Alex looked at me intently for a moment, before breaking into a slow sexy smile. "Soul-sexual, huh? That sounds hot as shit". Oh my god that smile. I decided to go with the feeling and keep up the sensual flirting. "Hmmm-mmm, it is" I replied huskily. "You've never had really good sex until you've had soul-sex". I smiled at this, winking slowly at Alex. "I don't know" Alex said. "I'm pretty good at what I do". I laughed. "And humble too!" But I could tell she wasn't idly bragging. She had the steely confidence in her voice when she said that. She most definitely was good at what she did. Alex laughed a full laugh, and something in me clicked. I decided to see how far I could push, how far I could take this flirtation. For all intents and purposes, I decided that I wanted Alex, and wanted to find out if the redhead really was good at what she did. It was mostly an unconscious decision, but I was going to get Alex in bed no matter what. I could tell that Loree was now aware of her attraction to me. She flirted with me openly, and I allowed her to, flirting back occasionally. Mostly though I let her take the lead, and tried to rein myself in. I was not going to lead her on, or make her think I was going home with her. I wasn't ready for that, and I wasn't the type of person to use somebody else. I spent a moment and thought about the reasons why I was holding back. I'd been hurt so badly before – I'd given myself completely, and when that was thrown back in my face something in me shut down. Ever since then, I hadn't been able to fall in love with anybody. And there had been several women in my past that were infinitely lovable; there was just something wrong with me. And it just wasn't right to get into deeply involved relationships knowing that the other person was going to be hurt. So I dated casually here and there, but always kept my heart high and dry. I turned my attention once more to Loree, looking at her as she regaled Brandon with some story or another. I felt instinctively that I would need to tread carefully with her. She piqued my interest, which was something that hadn't happened in a long time. "How about you Alex," Loree asked, facing me across the table with an expectant look on her face. "What's that" I asked, trying to clue into the conversation I hadn't been paying attention to. "What is the one thing about a person that would attract you instantly?" she asked. "I love a person's eyes" I blurted out. I couldn't help it – Loree's eyes were phenomenal, expressive, and drew me in. I was an ass girl, I liked a nice ass most of all. But those bright hazel eyes were spellbinding, and on the spot my answer changed from the normal. Loree's face showed a brief moment of shock, then she smiled a half-crooked smile. A look of sexual triumph spread across her face, and I would have sworn she knew what I was thinking. Something rolled over lazily in my core at that moment, and I had to look away and do a gut-check. Oh crap. Alex and I continued to flirt, and just chat in general as the night wore on. I was very attracted to her, but I could sense that she was holding back for some reason. Even though I was pretty positive that the attraction was mutual, I wasn't 100% sure, so I was careful not to push anything. I found myself enjoying every moment of conversation, every look that passed between us. I was hooked, hard and good. The evening ended as most of those evenings do, with some people taking taxies home, some people driving home. I went home that night thinking what a good time I had had at the party. As I drifted off to sleep, Alex's red hair, soft mouth and intense eyes rose in my mind, and I'm pretty sure I spent the night dreaming of her. I made it home later that night, sober as usual. Crawling into bed, I found it hard to fall asleep. Time and time again, laughing hazel eyes floated in my mind, daring me to come and take what they offered. I resolutely pushed the buxom brunette out my mind. Crap. Over the next few months, my life did not change much. I went to work as usual, did my errands as usual, and went to the Lounge as usual. Brandon, I, and our friends, the "regular" crowd continued to reign supreme over the karaoke bar every weekend. Alex came to the Lounge occasionally, usually accompanied with the same group of people that had come with Brandon the night of his party. We would exchange pleasantries, chat for a while; sometimes sit together, sometimes not. If we happened to catch one another's eye, a small smile of acknowledgement would pass between us. I was anxious to pursue her, but was unwilling to seem pushy or forward while she continued to keep me somewhat at bay. As the months rolled on, I would find myself watching the door of the bar on Friday evenings, wondering if the redhead would show up. On the nights when Alex was there, I found myself watching Alex more and more, especially when Alex would laugh. That laugh startled me the first time I heard it. Full and deep, loud enough to turn heads, and infectious enough to make you want to be in on the joke. I fell in love with that laugh, and became determined to hear it more and more. There was something lonely and sad about her. I wasn't able to put my finger on it, but I just felt that she needed a whole heap of happiness in her life. I wanted to be the reason that Alex laughed like that, and it surprised me that I felt this way. Over time, we became closer friends, comfortable with each within the confines of the bar scene. I knew I was falling for her, and it drove me crazy that she didn't seem to reciprocate. Through our casual conversations and the multiple weeks of hanging out, I found Alex to be smart, with a razor sharp sarcastic wit that was delightful. I realized I looked forward to talking to her, laughing with her, joking and flirting. I wanted her, plain and simple, but was too much of a chickenshit to do anything about it. We began to see each other outside of the bar, going shopping, or doing lunch, usually with a couple of our mutual friends. I was eager to spend as much time with her as I could, and found myself making excuses to see her or invite her along somewhere. Deep inside, I could see through my actions, but I continued to lie to myself and think of her as a "friend". She always accepted my invitations, and we became regular weekenders. Two Sides to Every Story Una's stomach tingled. Jesus fucking Christ, why can't I ever say no and mean it? She knew the answer well enough. She loved men. She craved their smell, how their asses moved while they walked away from her, and most of all she absolutely slobbered thinking about their penises. She loved them all, big and small. She loved long, skinny ones, Short fat ones, bent ones and meaty lengthy ones, and even iddy-biddy-teeny ones. They all had what she considered too be personalities of their own. And she talked them, one and all. At the moment, she had a collegiate swimmer in her bedroom. Georgie's beautiful cock was trapped in his jeans and pressed solidly against her ass. They had kissed their way into the house, kicking the door shut after leaving her Honda civic parked in the middle of the driveway. "You've got a beautiful ass," he croaked. "I like what you're rubbing against it, Georgie," she gasped. Una was already breathing hard. She'd been wet for him since he'd gotten into her Honda thirty minutes before. She loved the feeling she got by turning a guy on. She lived to feel their hardons pressed against her or in her hand, or mouth; but best of all she loved their beloved penises slamming into her in a rousing fuck. He was grinding his erection against at the moment, and Una was given over to his male rawness and abandoned all thoughts save that of his cock searing her vaginal muscles as it slammed into her. She pushed back against him, arching her back. Her fingers never faltered as she worked to extract his banana-shaped, seven inch phallus from his jeans. "Oh, baby!" he groaned as she rubbed his erection over her face. She loved that sound. It meant he was sure to give her the gift of his cock wherever she wanted it. But Georgie had a one track mind and reached under her skirt, took hold of her thong. With a soft grunt, Una lifted as he worked her white thong down over her hips, not realizing that Una wanted to suck him off. Una helped him roll the silky material down to her ankles, lifting first one foot and then the other as he yanked them off her. She allowed herself to moan appreciatively, as if he had brought her to an orgasm. Georgie's hands moved upward, under her shirt and pinched her nipples. She hummed loudly. He pushed his cock into her rear, making clear what he meant to do. "Let me, let me!" she called out with an urgency that stopped him in his tracks. Cupping his sacs in one hand, Una brought his curved member to her widely parted mouth and dropped him on her pierced tongue. "You want this?" he demanded to know. Georgie had never had a blowjob before. Having gone to a Catholic High School, the three girls that he'd managed to fuck had all demanded that he fuck them in the ass. They considered cocksucking disgusting, and of course, rubbers couldn't be trusted. Lastly, they were afraid of asking their mother's to put them on the pill. Ah, religion and all its moral quirks. "Mmmmph touse I do!" Una mumbled since her mouth was already full. Georgie knew enough to return the favor and they quickly positioned themselves into the standard sixty-nine arrangement with Una the bottom. The moment his tongue lapped her outer folds, Una began to whimper with want. There was nothing she wanted more right then, not even his cock, which was after all firmly lodged in her warm, wet, vacuuming mouth. Five long minutes later, after licking his precious dick from top to bottom; after taking each of his sizable testes in her mouth and tickling his scrotum with her fingers, Una sensed his pending ejaculation and stopped. The fact of the matter was that Una couldn't cum without the able bodied assistance of the male penis. And so, for all the moaning and rolling and twisting about on the bed, feigning the throes of passion, she was nowhere close to coming even though Georgie held her hips and mouthed her clit in a near frenzy. "You gotta fuck me, Georgie!" she said, stifling a scream of frustration. Guys... you really couldn't get by without them, but sometimes you had to lead them by the fucking hand, she thought, before repeating her request for him to fuck her. To his credit, Georgie got the message and rolled off Una, tossed her onto her belly and picked her up by the ass while positioning her on her knees, ass in the air. "Yeah, that's the way!" she chortled happily. "Now give it to me!" He knelt behind her and started rubbing his dick up and down her open, wet slit. "Beg me for it," he said feeling full of himself. Una was on fire. "Stick it in!" "What?" he said, sensing his new found power. "I didn't hear you," he said intent on teasing her into frenzy. "Fuck me!" "You want me to fuck you?" he leered. "YES, Yes, yes ... fuck me hard, fuck me with your big hard dick," she begged. Georgie counted to four and then slammed his banana'd penis well into Una's sopping pussy while she moaned and then screamed. He gripped her ass and began a deep, hard fuck, moving slow at first, then increasing his tempo until she was gritting her teeth with the ecstasy he was wringing out of her twat with each body shaking slam of his cock. "What?" she gasped. "Who's that?" "Oh shit. My husband!" "I thought you said he and your aunt went to your parent's." "They did... they said they..." "Shit!" she gasped as she struggled to free herself from their entanglement. Frantically, she looked over the room, seeking escape, or at the very least a hiding place. Her brain went into overdrive, telling her to hide their clothing. She scooped up her panties, his shirt, coat, shoes, everything! Her husband's car's headlights lit up the bedroom wall. A few seconds later she heard the front door rattle, then open. They were both coming in! "The closet! Get into the fucking closet! She screamed, but it came out a husky whisper, saving them an impossible embarrassment. She followed Georgie into the closet and pressed her back to him, squeezing him against the closet's back wall. She quickly pulled the closet's louvered, folding doors shut. His clothes and hers were still in her hands. The door to the bedroom opened. "Why would it be in Una's room?" her aunt asked. "I don't know," her husband answered. "I haven't the foggiest idea where it could be, Sis." "What about the living room?" "I looked there," he said lamely. "We just came in the house. How on earth could you have looked there?" "It's bigger than a bread box, Vera. I scanned the room as we passed by." "What about downstairs?" Vera said, slowly losing patience with Una's husband. "Where the hell is Una?" her husband asked. "Maybe she hasn't come home yet." "But her car's outside." "Maybe she's out with a friend." "She would leave a note." "Why on earth would she leave a note? You're supposed to be at your parents." "Look in the closet, Jeff, dear." "Oh No! No! Una bit her lip. Georgie unconsciously squeezed her breast at the thought of being found by Una's husband. "All right, all right... I...wait a minute. Yes. Yes. I paid for something over the phone. That's the last I had it." He pounded his fist into his hand in frustration. "I'll be damned, there it is!" he groused. "Where?" Una heard her aunt say. "By the damn lamp. See it?" "Oh, my... how did it get there?" "I was using the phone in here, I guess I had it with me and left it." "Silly man!" her aunt said with an affection that triggered alarms throughout Una's nervous system. Sounding very relieved, her husband said, "You know, Vera, we've got plenty of time before we're expected at Mom and Dad's." Una saw her aunt smile at her husband. "So we're alone?" Her husband stepped behind Vera, hands on her hips, pelvis pressing at her from behind. "Oh, yeah... we certainly are." "Not now!" Una's aunt stepped away from her husband. "I don't want to be late." Vera went to the other side of the bed and stopped again. Georgie quietly lifted Una's skirt. No! Georgie, obviously relieved at not being caught, was too excited not to take advantage of the situation he found himself in with Una. Slowly, quietly, he let his cock out. She could feel its skin and heat lodge between the cheeks of her ass. No! She wanted to say, No! But he was pushing now, pushing upward! "Oh, look at this mess," Aunt Vera said. Una's husband, Jeff got down on his hands and knees to look under the nightstand where Aunt Vera was pointing. "Jesus, look at this mess," Jeff said. Moments later he reconsidered his statement. "It's not that bad; some change, three dollar's and a couple pictures of our wedding." In the closet, Una's mouth opened wide and she stiffened. She gripped the clothes rolled between her fingers. She wanted to reach for something, anything. The opening to her womb kissed, parted and abruptly flared round the head of her lover's cock. Her eyes rolled. She bit her lip as he slowly rose upward insider her. She squeezed her thighs together but her pussy had already closed lovingly around the sliding stem of his cock. He pushed. She didn't dare to breathe: the feeling! That lovely feeling of a man sliding up and inside! Jesus, my skin! His heat! He's so hard, so long there's a hard knot of him in my belly! "Oh, I see you two made good use of my wedding present," Aunt Vera chirped happily. "Yes, Una is very fond of it. You have exquisite taste, Vera." "Do I?" "Yes, you certainly do. You picked me, didn't you?" Georgie pinched Una's nipple. She stifled an appreciative moan. But when he tugged the piercing she emitted a slight squeak. "Did you hear something, Jeff?" "No, Vera I was just thinking." Una pushed herself into Georgie's hands and leaned her head back against his shoulder. His hips drew back and pushed upward again. He licked the nape of her neck. Una wanted nothing more than to scream and wildly writhe on his impaling instrument. She felt her own tickling moisture streak her thighs. His right hand went to her clit, erect and bulging. He softly squeezed it, then rolled it between his fingers. Una prayed they wouldn't open the closet door. She prayed they wouldn't see what filled her abdomen from below. What could she do? She felt a first spasm and gasped. Christ, she needed to be quiet! Then Georgie was pulling her panties out of her hand. What was he doing? He stuffed them in her mouth! She tasted herself and her lover's day old come. His fingers found her clit again. She bit down. He pinched, rubbed and squeezed the exposed nerve and then – oh – and then – oh god! – He pulled and thrummed her golden clit-ring. Her eyes rolled again. She arched. "You two must have lots of fun frolicking in this bed," Vera said, giving the King-sized bed a pat with her right hand. "We have had some pretty good fucks on it, I admit it." "As good as the ones we enjoyed when I was eighteen?" Vera asked in a sexy voice. Una stained to hear her husband's response to that comment. "Nothing will ever be that good, Vera." "Do you remember the things I did to you back then?" "Every goddamned one of them, lover boy." Jeff laughed. "I haven't heard that name in a while." "Remember the time you did me so many times I was dripping your stuff on the floor?" "And I asked you to clean it up and you used your tongue to do it?" "I got every fuckin' drop of it too." You did. I remember that, Vera." "I remember all of it, Jeff." "You think we have enough time...." "If we don't we can make it... we tell them we got caught in traffic, or something." Una saw that Vera was leaning on the bed and pulling up her skirt. They were facing her, just visible through the louvers. She wanted to close her eyes but couldn't. Her husband's thrust was abrupt, shoving her aunt against the edge of the bed. "Yes!" Vera shouted as she widened her knees. "Yes!" She let out a long moan. "Hurry. Do me!" Una rose to the balls of her feet. She held her breath. She tensed. She tried to stop the pleasure Georgie was wringing out of her. Her husband's hands were on his sister's hips. Her chin was pressed into the mattress, both elbows up, palms flat at her waist. She was coming. Una cringed. Una closed her eyes. She stiffened. She fought her own orgasm until her abdomen threatened to cramp. But no matter how stiffly she locked her thighs; no matter how rigidly she held her spine; no matter how tightly she clenched her ass and pussy, first one and then another quick spasm answered Georgie's smooth caresses. Her head lolled back and her eyes lost focus. Georgie's fingers thrummed and his expectant cock pressed. The straining core of her belly fluttered and finally pulsed with his ministrations. Her slender body snapped. Her back bent. She saw sparks behind half closed eyes. Her contractions squeezed and released the cock impaling her, inviting it to spill in her womb. It was time. When she opened her eyes again, Una saw her aunt straddling her husband who was playing with her breasts. Vera began to grunt and ride him faster. Jeff tried to slow her down, but Vera wasn't having any of that. Una's husband groaned and she knew he was about to cum. His cock slipped out of Vera and spewed his load over her belly and breasts. Vera laughed evilly and leaned forward so she could take him into her mouth. Jeff was quiet as Vera sucked the rest of his sperm out of his faltering cock. Vera let his flaccid member fall from her mouth, hopped out of bed and walked into the Master bath. Una's eyes followed her as she grabbed a towel – My favorite fucking towel - Una screamed silently as Vera wiped what remained of Jeff's seed from her body and stepped into the shower. When she came out of the shower, Vera dried her hair and body with the same towel, then tossed it in the hamper with the other dirty items. Careless of her, Una thought. Or devious. She knows I'll find the semen on the towel, or hopes I will. That cunt! Her husband stood and zipped. Una's aunt started to dress, pulling up her panties, working her breasts into her bra then donning her blouse. A moment later she smoothed the back of her skirt and lightly palmed her belly. "It feels good in there." She said before kissing Jeff. "Let's just go. You look fine to me, Jeff." Then she half whispered, "You can think about all that cum in me when we're at the party." "You think we might sneak off to one of their bedrooms?" Jeff whispered. "Stop whispering, Jeff. We're all alone here." "I want to eat you, Vera. I really want to eat you up." Vera laughed. "Well, you might get the chance. At Mom's." Una's husband frowned. "What's the matter, Jeff?" "Where the hell is Una?" "Maybe she's got a lover you don't know about," Vera said teasingly. "Nonsense, she's got me, she never even looks at other guys." "She's a woman, Jeff. Of course she looks at other guys. It's a matter of what she does other than look that counts." Vera brushed against the closet door as she went to the mirror to freshen her lipstick. As she applied the final touches, Georgie's banana'd cock pulsed twice and spurted into Una's belly. Because they were standing, a line of his semen began trickling out of her and down her thigh, eventually running the length of her left leg and streaking her ankle. Her husband smoothed the bed and when Vera was finished checking her face in the mirror took her by the arm, and left the house. Una waited until she heard Jeff's car engine start up and then waited until the car sounds faded away. "C'mon, Georgie, you've got more sperm stored away in those big bad balls, don't you?" "Are you sure? I mean that was kinda close, don't you think?" "Am I a bad girl, Georgie?" "Yes..." "Get out of those clothes and onto the bed, lover. I'm so hot I might explode!" She was already thinking about how she would seduce her husband that night. Poor boy, after Vera fucked his brains out, she would demand another sterling performance from him. And she wasn't about to take no for an answer. She was such a bad, bad girl. Two Sides To Every Story I knew that despite my best intentions, I was starting to fall for Loree. I thought that perhaps she might feel the same, but I wasn't completely sure. And I was NOT going to risk my bruised heart on a maybe. I definitely wanted to know her better. I realized that I was attracted to her deeply, and I wanted to explore this new attraction. I decided the next time Loree came to the bar; I would make a point to see if I could get a feel for how she felt about me. I had shown up to the bar a little early and pretty much had the place to myself. A few minutes after I sat down, Alex arrived. I readily invited her to join me, and we began talking of the usual nothings to fill the time. I became wrapped up in Alex, and was completely oblivious to anything outside ourselves. While I was talking to her about one thing, in my mind I was kissing her, touching her, loving her. I was slowly driving myself mad with desire, but there was no way I was going to stop it. I was enjoying the slow spiraling descent into insanity. As I chatted on about some inconsequential thing, I found that Alex was staring at me quite intently. I paused in my story, losing track of the thread of the narrative, and simply looked back at Alex, entranced by her watching me. "What is it?" I asked self-consciously. "You have beautiful eyes" Alex replied, her face serious and composed. "They're very expressive and show every emotion you have". "Oh" I blushed, looking away. That was a compliment unlike any other I'd ever received. I knew I had pretty eyes; I got compliments on them quite often. But a compliment like that delivered straight faced, to the point and without a shred of light-hearted flirtation – that was a full-on serious compliment, and it unnerved me. It was so like her personality, full truth with no bullshit, frank and honest. I also thought that if she could see every emotion in my eyes, she would easily be able to read the desire in them as well. Suddenly I felt naked, bare, stripped to the skin and laid open for her perusal. And surprisingly I liked that feeling. I wanted her to see me, all of me. "Thanks. So do you. Pretty eyes I mean". It was fairly obvious that I was affected by Alex's compliment, and now I was sure that she knew how it flustered me. Alex smiled mischievously. "Oh yeah?" She closed her eyes with a smirk on her face. "What color are they?" I was not about to let her get the best of me like that! Besides, I had seen those eyes in my dreams every night for almost a year. "Your eyes are the most beautiful combination of green and blue I've ever seen. I can't decide which color they are. Mostly blue, but with this deep hint of a summer green that I could easily get lost in for hours" I replied softly. My mouth was speaking words, but I knew my eyes were shouting other words at her ... I love you, I'm yours, god please, I love you. Alex opened her eyes slowly and peered across the table at me. "Wow" Alex said quietly. I could see all the words she wasn't saying in her eyes. I had wanted to know how she felt about me – well there it was. She wanted me. She had feelings for me, that much was obvious. Suddenly I was scared and nervous, because if her feelings for me were serious, then I was not going to be able to resist my feelings for her anymore. Was I ready to take that chance? Was I ready to love again? All the what-ifs ran through my mind in that nano-second between her comment and my reply. It seemed as if time had slowed down while I wrestled with this life-changing decision, but it had only been a second. My life changed in that one second. I shook myself mentally, focusing back in on Loree. Loree, Loree.... "What do you consider to be your best skill as a lover?" I asked with a smirk. "Kissing, definitely" Alex replied, her mischievous grin making an appearance. "I am an expert kisser". I looked at Alex's mouth, and knew she told the truth. There's no way that mouth was anything but awesome, and I just knew that Alex knew how to use that mouth. A quick thought of other body parts that Alex's mouth could be good on flashed through my mind, and I felt a slow throb deep inside. Whoa girl, I thought. "An expert kisser? I don't believe you" I scoffed. "You should prove your claim". As I said this I looked at Alex through lowered lashes, daring the woman to step up and accept my challenge. Meanwhile, inside I was screaming at myself "Stop it! Shameless hussy! You'd better know what you're doing because that woman is way outside your league!" I was in over my head, and I knew it. But I couldn't stop it. I couldn't back off – like the kid in the schoolyard anxious to prove to his friends that he is the bravest of them all; I couldn't pass on her dare. Double dog dare in fact. There was no way I was losing this opportunity to kiss her. I had kissed her already in my deepest secret dreams, and now I would have the reality. So the challenge was offered – and accepted unhesitatingly. Based on her previous behavior, I expected Alex to laugh and back off. Or maybe I expected Alex to carry on the flirtation, but ignore the gauntlet that had been thrown. Alex did neither. I should have known I was playing with fire, but damn the burn felt so good. My eyes widened as Alex stood up, set down her beer and grabbed my hand. "What are you doing?" I asked, laughing as I was unceremoniously dragged towards the back of the bar. Who knew there was a caveman inside that athletic little body? "Proving it" Alex replied with steel in her voice and a challenge in her eyes. She stopped for moment and turned around to face me, one eyebrow cocked. "Chicken?" Alex asked. I felt another slow throb in my belly, along with a feeling of anxiety like hyperventilating. Oh holy shit what did I start? Despite the anxiety, there was no way I was passing this up. I wanted that mouth, and I wanted it bad. I waved my hand ahead, like a haughty queen, telling Alex to carry on. She grinned, a slow predatory smile that had me thinking second thoughts about how wise it was it to dare and tempt Alex. I headed for the bathroom, opening the door to the private room and hauling Loree in behind me. I locked the door and slowly turned around to look at her, standing with her back against the wall trying to catch her breath. I was determined to prove to her that I meant what I said. She was going to admit that I was the best kisser she'd ever met. And I was just plain eager to kiss her. Alex took one slow step forward, and I felt a weakness in my legs. Alex was staring intently at me, her blue-green eyes piercing, effectively pinning me to the spot. I felt hypnotized, unable to move. I wasn't sure I wanted to move even if I could. A couple more steps and Alex stood face to face with me, her small lean body pressed seductively against mine. For a few seconds, Alex did nothing but look into my eyes, then she slowly, ever so slowly raised her hands and cradled my face in her palms. Alex's strong fingers tilted my head one way, while Alex moved in closer with her head tilted the other way. I forgot I had lungs, and closed my eyes and parted my lips, waiting for Alex's mouth to close on mine. When the expected kiss didn't come, I opened my eyes to find Alex watching me intently. A feeling a triumph – she's mine. She wants this kiss as badly as I do. There's no turning back Red. Kiss her and the fight is over. I knew as much as I had been fighting my feelings for her before, that battle would be ended with this kiss. This was the point of no return – I was committing myself to some kind of relationship with Loree, and surprisingly I wasn't that scared. I wanted this so badly. I needed this. One soft sweet kiss was all it would take. I was perched precariously at the edge of a cliff, looking over the edge and contemplating the long sweet fall ahead of me. I kept my eyes on Alex as the redhead lightly, so lightly brushed her full lips against mine. Alex's breath wafted out gently across my lips, and I found myself exhaling in delight. The two of us stayed like this for a moment, lips not touching, sharing our breath. My breath caught again however, as Alex tilted her head the other way, sweeping her hand up behind my head and swooping in for a kiss again, only to stop at the last second and barely touch my lips. By this time, I was desperate for Alex's mouth, and a moan sounded from the back of my throat. The anticipation of her kiss was killing me. It took every ounce of my will not to throw myself at her. Alex looked at me questioningly, as if to ask me if I thought she was still bragging about her skill as a kisser. Alex hadn't even kissed me yet, and I knew she was the best kisser I'd ever been with. "Please", I whispered, my eyes begging Alex silently to end the torture. Yes! Alex closed the gap between our mouths in a second, her full lips pressing mine open. I willingly opened my mouth, and Alex's tongue quickly moved in to claim the inside of my mouth as its own. My mouth quite willingly ceded its claim to the territory. Another moan escaped from me as I felt the silky smoothness of Alex's tongue on mine. I responded in kind, thrusting my tongue back into Alex's mouth, tasting her fully. She tasted smoky, sweet. She tasted like sex. She tasted like the best thing I had ever put in my mouth. I wanted more. I needed more. I upped the feverish pitch of my kissing, and I felt Alex's breathing change, a quiet groan from her, and I knew in one sweet moment of triumph that she was enjoying this just as much as I was. Oh my god I hadn't gotten this turned on in a long time. Loree was potent. She responded so quickly, so naturally to every move I made. As I plunged my tongue into her mouth, it was too easy to imagine other plunging body parts, the other parts of her that I could invade and take possession of. I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine. I was no longer standing on the edge of the cliff; I had already jumped and was falling, faster and faster. I only hoped that Loree would catch me at the bottom. Alex was affecting me more than any person I'd ever been with, and all she had done was kiss me! My awareness was heightened, and every sensation running through my body was starbursting out from that beautiful mouth pressed against me. When Alex's hands moved from my face, over my shoulders, down my arms I felt the wetness seep out of me. When Alex's strong fingers slid up under my shirt and found bare skin, sliding around my waist to press my body in closer, the wetness became a flood. Alex slid one strong thigh up between my legs, pressing upward into that warm crevice, meanwhile plundering the inside of my mouth mercilessly, her tongue demanding that I surrender all. I felt the earlier throbbing, more intense this time, and wondered if I would actually come from this passionate kiss. Instinctively I pressed myself against her thigh, moaned again, and broke the kiss, turning my head to try and catch my breath. I couldn't believe how much this little woman was turning me on, how much I wanted her. I didn't move my hands or my leg lodged securely between her thighs, but I pulled my head back slightly to look fully at her. She had the dreamy dazed looked on her face that I loved to see on my woman. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, but they zeroed in on mine when I spoke. "Do you admit that I am a good kisser?" I whispered intensely. "Yes, I concede", Loree answered huskily. There was no way she could dispute it. I was not bragging earlier about being a good kisser. I loved giving my woman pleasure, and it was a personal goal to always be the best lover my woman had ever had. I could feel the wet heat between her legs, pressed up against my thigh. She was wet, ready and willing. And I was ready and willing to take what she offered. "Come home with me" I said. It wasn't a question. She didn't answer, didn't need to, just nodded her head slowly. I stepped away and put my hand on the doorknob. She paused and looked back at me. I knew I had to give her one last out, or maybe give myself one last chance to back away. If I slept with her, that was it. I didn't enter into casual sexual relationships – I made love to the woman of my heart. She would own my heart if I went that far with her. In fact, she had more of my heart right now at this moment than I liked to admit. So I had to be honest and upfront, let her know that this was not a one-night stand. "You know if you come home with me, and I take you, you're mine. I'm not going to give you up and I'm not going to share you with anybody else" I warned. The thought of being Alex's gave me another throb. "I don't want anybody else" I answered truthfully. I did not want anybody else. In fact, I was at the moment having a hard time remembering that there ever was anybody else. My entire world was knocked out of focus from that hot steamy kiss, but quickly it was beginning to lose the haziness around the edges and come to focus on the redhead in front of me. I didn't know where this ride was going, or what I was going to do when it got there, I only knew that I was not getting off the ride for the world. Alex had touched something deep inside me; some dark quiet pool of emotion and feeling that I didn't even know existed. In the short walk from the bathroom of the bar out to the parking lot, I realized that I was in love; more deeply in love than I thought existed. I didn't know how strongly Alex felt for me, but I guessed that it was strong enough to break down that barrier that she had always kept up. She was letting me in her heart, letting me in her life, and I knew that would be a big step for her. The short ride to Alex's house was accomplished mostly in silence. My body was still thrumming with desire from our earlier kiss, and Alex kept it going with the slow lazy stroking of her fingers on my thigh as she drove. But I had enough wits about me to wonder if I was rushing into this. With a start, I realized that I had known Alex for almost a year! I looked back over that time, and could not put my finger on the moment I started falling for her. It just seemed like it was easy and natural, this slow lazy fall into her life. For that's what I was doing. I knew what Alex meant by her warning to me before we left the bathroom. She was playing for keeps. And now so was I. We entered my apartment and my nerve started to leave me. I had questions, doubts. What was this intriguing creature doing with me? Why me? But she looked in my eyes, kissed me deeply, and all those questions went away. This was right. This was real. More real than anything I had ever felt, and I was ready to give everything to her. My heart, my soul, my life – it was hers. She had unknowingly become the center of my world, and I could not wait to be closer to her. Instinctively I knew that she felt the same. We stepped into the bedroom, and I was so ready to take her. I slowly pushed her back on the bed, and followed swiftly to lay over her. Propped up on my hands, I kissed her again. It seemed as if this kiss went on and on, and I became lost in the feel of her skin under my hands as I tried to get her clothes off her body. Her hands were suddenly busy, up under my shirt, trying to reach bare skin as well. I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate if she got too far with where she was headed. I stopped her, holding her hands over her head. "Oh no you don't," she said. "This is MY time. I am going to slowly enjoy every inch of your body, and after that, I'm going to enjoy it again. I've waited a long time to do this to you." I moaned, tossing my head to the side. "Don't you want me to please you?" she asked. "Oh god yes" I said. I just wasn't sure if I could take whatever she had planned for me, but knew I was past the point of return; I was at her mercy and she liked it that way. She started pulling my clothes off then, and took time to kiss or lick every bit of skin that was exposed as the clothing came off. Soon I was lying naked on her bed, wet and throbbing, near to begging her to touch me, please me, make me come. She was in no such hurry however, and took her excruciating time kissing my neck, my shoulders. My body was reacting to every brush of her fingers, every touch of her lips. Never before had my body responded like this to someone's touch. Her hands found my breasts, and she began rolling the sensitive nipples in her fingers. I cried out, feeling silver threads of fire that seemed to run from my hard nipples down my belly into the very center of my being. My clit was throbbing in answer to every pull on my nipples. When her gorgeous talented mouth moved down to my breast, I felt a flood of juice between my legs. I could already smell my arousal, and I knew she could too. She sucked my nipple, laving it with her tongue until I was a quivering wreck beneath her. Just when I thought I could stand it no more, she released my nipple, and licked her way over to the other one. I had half a second to catch my breath before the torture continued and she paid due homage to that nipple as well. By this time I was grinding my pussy against her leg, and the slight friction was driving me mad. "Please" I begged, not even knowing what I was begging for; more or less. "Please what?" she whispered, not pausing in her attention to my breasts. "I need your mouth. I want your mouth on me." I answered huskily. "Where?" she asked. "Anywhere, everywhere" I replied, not able to voice my dark desire. I loved doing this to her. I loved knowing that I was giving her so much pleasure. Her pleasure was my pleasure. I enjoyed the feeling of being in control, of knowing that I held her orgasm in the palm of my hand; it was mine to give or withhold. I moved down her belly, burying my face in her hip, licking the soft sensitive skin there. "Here?" I asked. I kissed her inner thigh. "How about here?" The other thigh now "Or is this it?" My soft kisses and slow licks were driving her slowly mad, judging by the way she writhed underneath me. She half sobbed a wordless plea, and I was happy to give in to her unspoken request. I put my hands on Loree's thighs, and pushed apart. Her legs willingly spread open, and I could see how wet and ready she was. Her scent reached my nose, sweet and musky. I was going to enjoy this. She was so responsive to everything I did to her, and I began to get lost in the feeling of power, the heady sense of control I had over her. "I see where you want me" she whispered, and her hot breath dusting across my open wet pussy was sweet torture. "Please yes" I begged again. Her mouth lowered, and a soft kiss was placed on my outer lips, one side then the other. She slowly kissed and licked the soft pink lips, purposely avoiding the burning, throbbing clit that I wanted her to lick so badly. When she finally moved in, spreading my pussy lips apart and sucking my engorged clit into her mouth, my hips jerked up off the bed. The pulling sensation she created with the suction of her mouth was incredible. I felt the deep throbbing inside that signaled my orgasm was going to come fast and strong. She alternated between licking and sucking, swirling her tongue slow and fast, hard and light, driving me mad since I couldn't catch the rhythm, only lay there and take whatever feeling, whatever sensation she was giving me. The pressure built inside me, my vision going dim as starbursts exploded inside my head. Each throb of release was not the last, each only a tiny peak building inside me, leading to the release I so desperately wanted. I knew I was moaning loudly, thrashing my head from side to side. She began to moan, her mouth pressed against my pussy as it throbbed. Oh god, she was enjoying this as much as I was. The thought that she was getting pleasure from this and the vibrations from her moans sent me over the edge. Two Sides To Every Story The orgasm was spectacular; the release was tremendous as I came in her mouth. My hands flew to her head, holding her in place as my hips jerked under her, rolling in time to the clenching of my pussy. Her hands clung tightly to my thighs, holding them open and not allowing me to pull away as I tried to escape from the blinding pleasure that toppled my senses. I called her name, completely lost to the spinning world that was now all I knew. I continued to work on her clit, and now her wet juices were all over my lower face. I knew she was expecting me to stop, as her body began to relax. She thought I would slowly bring her down from her orgasm before moving on to the next step. Ah, how wrong she was. The orgasm she had just experienced was still throbbing through her; I could feel her clit pulsating slowly in my mouth, the throbs slowing down, but not stopping. I wasn't stopping either. I hadn't come close to having my fill of her. Her taste was sweet, erotic. Her juices were flowing freely into my mouth, and I wanted much much more. I continued to suck at her clit, and could tell the moment it dawned on her that I wasn't going to stop. Her breath hitched, her stomach spasmed and she began to try and pull away. I locked my arms around her thighs and held on. She wasn't getting away from me. Oh god, I thought. She can't possibly think to do that to me again. Oh, but she did. She had to damn near chase me up the bed and physically hold my body down, but she continued to lick and suck my pussy until I was nearly blind with the orgasms. One after another, they just kept coming, my juices pouring into her mouth. My entire being, my entire world contracted down to just one bright burning star with Alex at the center of it. Nothing existed but her, her mouth and the sensations she was effortlessly pulling out of me. Sometime later (I couldn't say how much later) she sat up. I opened my eyes, focusing on her beautiful face. I could see my wetness around her mouth, and I could see the feverish desire in her eyes. That look told me that she wasn't done. My heart did a slow roll in my chest, and I knew at that moment that I would surrender my entire being to her. My body was hers, created just to give her pleasure, and she could do as she wished with it. She stood at the side of the bed and removed her clothes. I vainly tried to gather my wits, thinking that I needed to reciprocate; I had to show her how good she made me feel. As she stripped I let my eyes devour her body. Her strong shoulders, the freckles covering them. Her graceful neck, her curved hips. Perfect beautiful breasts that my hands ached to touch. Her round pelvis, with the perfectly trimmed red strip of hair, leading to god only knew what kind of sweet pussy. I was salivating with the thought of tasting her. Her body was a feast for my eyes. I started to reach for her, but she stepped quickly away, walking to the dresser. "What's up Red?" she asked groggily. "I'm not done with you yet" I replied, turning around. In my hands was a leather harness, complete with a large cock. I stepped into the harness and began attaching the straps around my hips while Loree's eyes went wide. "That thing is huge!" she exclaimed, and I could hear a small note of fear in her voice. I laughed throatily, climbing onto the bed between her legs. "Somehow I think you can handle it" I said, grabbing onto her leg and pulling her closer to me on the bed. Loree instinctively tried to get away. I had anticipated that. The cock attached to my harness was larger than most, and my fingers would barely touch when wrapped around the base. I knew she was a bit afraid, but I also knew that she was so hot, so wet that it wouldn't be a problem. I knew to be gentle at first, but I also was sure she would be screaming for more and harder before I was through. I easily held Loree down, pinning her hands above her head. I kissed her hard, and she moaned at the taste of herself in my mouth. She greedily sucked at my mouth and tongue, tasting herself and driving me mad with the thought of my mouth on her pussy again. I forcefully took a mental hold on myself, telling myself to go slow, go easy. I wanted to thrust inside her, hard and unforgiving, take her forcefully and make her scream with pleasure. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I could take her there slowly, easily, and be the more satisfied for it. I shifted my hips slightly, better positioning myself to enter her. I stopped momentarily, looking down at her eyes. She looked up at me, her eyes full of love, full of trust, and overflowing with dark desire. I slowly shifted my weight forward, pushing easily with my hips. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to watch her eyes when she came for me. I felt the head of the cock push at the opening of my pussy, and I spread my legs further, tilting my hips up to allow Alex an easier entry. Alex pushed her hips forward slowly, and I felt this huge cock begin sliding up inside me, filling me as never before. Slowly Alex worked the cock in and out, going in further with each forward thrust, until finally, unbelievably the entire thing was inside me, her pubic bone rested fully against mine. Alex pushed forward hard, and the cock hit a spot inside me that lit off an entire barrage of fireworks in my body. I gasped loudly, my eyes flying open to look at her. I became lost in her eyes, as she slowly pulled out of me, and then filled me again. Her eyes were lit with some inner fire, as intense as I've ever seen them, studying me and watching every emotion cross my face as she fucked me. The sensation of the cock filling my tight pussy, then empty, then filling me again, over and over again was sublime. All this sensation so soon after the multiple orgasms she had given me with her mouth was too much. I was going to come again. My eyes started to close as I felt the waves overtake me. "Open your eyes" she demanded fiercely. "Look at me!" I looked up at her face above me, hypnotized by her gaze. She had a predatory look on her face, like a hunter that sees her prey. There was possession there as well, as if she knew how much of me she was taking. Her thrusting became harder, more insistent. I found it impossible to break her stare, as wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body in time with her hips. "Come for me again" she said, breathing hard with the effort of pushing me over that ledge. As if I had a choice. I felt another orgasm building inside me, so fast, so hard that it almost scared me. She thrust harder, deeper, causing me to cry out with every deep stroke. My pussy walls tightened as my legs closed hard around her hips, urging her to go faster. I was losing control of my body, my nails digging into her back, my voice calling her name, screaming for her to fuck me, make me come, take me. My eyes were still open, but I was blind, seeing nothing of the spinning world around me. My orgasm crashed down on me like a brutal wave in an ocean storm, and I clung to Alex as if she were the only thing that could save me. On and on it went, Loree's orgasm never seeming to stop, only subside slightly before building and washing over her again. I was merciless, driving inside her over and over. I dropped my head, burying my face in her neck as my breathing became more and more ragged. She kept her body wrapped around me, moaning in my ear, encouraging me to go on, don't stop don't stop. As if I could. My fast breathing became soft moans as I continued thrusting my cock deep inside her. I fisted my hand in her hair, biting into her neck. The combination of the heady sense of power I had over her, and the pressure each thrust of my hips put on my clit was taking over. I was going to come. Her hot breath drifting over my sensitive ears, her moans and half-formed pleas for more, the feel of her strong legs wrapped around my hips, and her nails dragging down over my back; all of this was too much for me to take when added to the rhythmic pulse of the base of the harness against my clit. "Oh yeah" I moaned, thrusting faster. I was pounding harder, and though I was trying to stay focused on giving Loree pleasure, it was slowly taking me over, the focus changing to my body, the insistent demands of my clit that I push harder, keep pushing, keep fucking until I came. All at once, my hips jerked and my body spasmed. I threw my head back and let out a full throaty groan as my clit throbbed and my juices poured out of my pussy. As Alex's orgasm rocked her body, her cock thrust deeper still inside me, touching that spot that sent me into to orbit, and I was coming hard yet again. Her hips continued to jerk as the orgasm pulsated inside her, just as my own orgasm throbbed in me. Alex collapsed on top of me and we both lay there, spent, floating and lost in the aftermath. Alex stirred, and slowly raised her head to look at me. Once again, I got lost in her eyes, never blinking as she lowered her head to kiss me gently. "You are mine" she said softly. "Yes" I answered, "and you are mine too. I love you so much, more than I thought I could." "I love you too, Loree" she said, kissing me softly. She slowly pulled out of me, and I moaned at the loss of her inside me. Both of us were dripping with come, hers and mine combined. Alex stood at the side of the bed and stepped out of her harness, the thick wet cock dropping heavily to the floor. I could smell the scent of her sex and my own mingled in the air, and thought it to be the most evocative scent I had ever smelled. Suddenly I just had to taste her, to kiss her intimately, know her body inside and out. She crawled back into the bed, lying on her back. I rolled over and began kissing her shoulder, loving every single freckle that came into my vision. I moved across her body, and down to her perfect breasts, holding the weight of them in my hands. Her nipples hardened, and I greedily sucked one into my mouth. I rolled my tongue over it, and heard her moan. I moved to the other breast, but really couldn't control myself. I wanted the main course, fuck the appetizer. I quickly moved down her slick body. She tried to protest, to tell me that it was too soon after that last orgasm, but I was having none of that. The woman had given me countless orgasms unceasingly; she was going to get one more. I had to have my mouth on her. I swiftly pressed my lips between her legs, the smell of our combined sex deep in my nose. I snaked my tongue out and ran it slowly up her deep slit, savoring the musky sweet flavor of her juice. She was sopping wet, and I tried to lick every drop of moisture off of her before bending my full attention to her hard clit. I reached up one hand, and slowly slid my middle finger into her hot wet pussy. I felt the walls of her canal contract hard around my finger. I loved the feeling of being inside her, of knowing that I was touching her intimately. I moaned at the thought, and I began slowly moving my finger in and out as I tongued her clit. I worked that little bud mercilessly, just as merciless as she had been earlier. I sucked it into my mouth, and I felt it throb. Her hips began to move, lifting up and down in time to my tongue and my finger. I began licking the tip of her clit with my tongue as I was sucking it into my mouth, and I could tell by Alex's moaning that the combination of suction and friction was pleasing to her. Her hips began to move faster, urging me to do more, harder, faster. I did not deny her what she wanted, for it was what I wanted too. Her inarticulate moans became words, words that drove my lust for her come to a fever pitch. I pulled my finger out of her, and I ran my arms up under her thighs, wrapping my hands around her hips and using my shoulders to lift her ass and legs up in the air. I was desperate for her to come in my mouth. I needed it. She came hard, her back arching up as she flooded my mouth, and I sucked all I could down. Her hand reached down, fisting in my hair, holding my head in place, as if she was afraid I would stop. God she was so sweet, and I could not get enough of her. I was losing myself between her hips, it felt like home and I never wanted to leave. There was nothing else in the world, nothing but Alex, her taste, her pleasure. This was where I belonged. I slowly suckled, bringing her down from the heights of orgasm, and it seemed like I was forcefully ripping myself away from her when I removed my lips from her. Loree slid up my body and rested her head on my shoulder. I was trembling, still breathing heavy, but I draped my arm over Loree and held her close. I laid there shaking, my body humming, knowing I would never be the same. I had surrendered my heart to this woman, and knew that she had given herself to me completely. Though I had try to fight it, I had fallen head over heels in love, and now the center of my existence was laying next to me, stroking her hand lazily down my stomach. I had no regrets. I took a chance on love again, and I was walking away a winner, with the best prize of all: a true heart I could call my own. We lay together, both of us lost in the afterglow of great sex. Soft words were exchanged between us. Beautiful words of love, of forever. I loved this beautiful redhead more than I thought possible. In such a short amount of time, she had become my world, and I would do anything to make her happy, make her smile. I also knew that she loved me in return, and the beauty of that brought tears to my eyes. Never had I imagined that I could be so happy, that I deserved such a wonderful love. I would spend the rest of my life showing Alex how much I loved her. I would spend the rest of my life showing Loree how much I loved her.