173 comments/ 244763 views/ 86 favorites Misery By: Harddaysknight It was a Saturday night and my wife, Claire, and I were at a neighbor's party. Everyone was having a good time, drinking beer and wine and telling stories. It was pretty common for the same five couples to get together once a month or so, just to let our hair down. The party was at Ed and Sheila's home this time. As often happens, the topic of conversation eventually worked around to sex. It never seems to fail. Things hadn't changed all that much in the twenty plus years since we were teens. Sex is still the favorite topic when you get a mixed group together. Marge Benson had launched into a story about the time when she and Tim were dating. Her parents had surprised them by coming home a full hour sooner than they had planned. Marge and Tim had been making out on the couch when they heard the car in the driveway. Marge had quickly pulled her dress down and kicked her underwear under the couch. Tim grabbed his pants and tried to pull them up as fast as he could. Thinking she would expedite the matter, Marge grabbed Tim's zipper and gave it a hard pull, closing it extremely quickly. Then she turned to meet her parents as they came through the front door. Her parents didn't seem too suspicious until they noticed Tim acting very oddly. Marge turned to look at Tim and was startled to see his face was red and he was sweating profusely. Marge's mother asked him if he was feeling ill. Tim could only nod his head as he rushed for the door. "He was out the door and peeling rubber in the street faster than it takes to tell it," laughed Marge. "It turns out I had caught the end of his dick in the zipper! It took a week of apologizing before he'd even agree to see me again. He wouldn't let me see, or touch, him down there for another month." That started a round of stories about embarrassing things that women had caused their husbands that involved their dicks. That's when Claire made her statement. I'll never forget it. I can still hear her words. "I don't have any stories like that about Sam's cock," she assured the group. "It's so damn little it can hardly be seen, let alone get into any trouble. I'm always afraid he'll get it stuck in one of my thimbles when I get my sewing kit out." I was mortified at her statement. My only hope was that everyone would know she was kidding. There were a few small chuckles from the group, but it was obvious no one was certain just how serious Claire was. "Now, Claire," chided Marge. "You've had three kids, so I doubt it's all that small." That was Claire's chance to back off her defamatory statement. Would she? "It must have been a miracle every time I got pregnant. I did resort to using the turkey baster," laughed Claire. "Now there was something to fit between your legs! Sam's dick is so small he has to piss and follow the stream back to find it. Most men would probably think I'm tighter than a virgin after being with Sam for 24 years. If he didn't lick me, I'd never have an orgasm" The silence was deafening. My face felt like it was on fire. Between the embarrassment and the anger, I'm surprised I didn't spontaneously combust. All eyes turned to look at me. I could see the pity and contempt in all of them. I looked at Claire. She seemed surprised at the depth of my emotion and brought her hand up to her mouth. I tried to think of a proper response to Claire's ridicule, but was unable to manage any words. I wanted to go over and choke her with my bare hands. I had no idea why she denigrated me so badly, but it was more than I could endure. My anger began to gain over my humiliation. I turned and walked out the door before I could do or say something that I would regret forever. As I pulled my car out the driveway, I could see everyone gathered on the porch, watching. Our house was only a few blocks away. Claire could walk it, get a ride, or just go straight to hell! I was so pissed I decided to not go home. I drove to a motel near the interstate and got a room. I turned my cell phone off and spent a restless night, managing very little sleep. I got up with the sun the next morning. There was no sense staying in bed any longer, mentally replaying Claire's words from the previous evening over and over. Why would she slander me so badly? Could she really feel that my equipment was so inadequate? She had never mentioned it in our 24 years of marriage. It had only taken several glasses of wine to get her to reveal the truth, and that epiphany came in front of eight friends. I checked my cell and saw that I had nearly a dozen messages from Claire. I just deleted them all without listening to them. I decided to turn my phone back on, just so I could have the pleasure of ignoring her. It rang a few minutes later. I checked the called ID and saw it was the Bensons. They were calling at six AM? I suddenly worried that something could have happened to the kids. I answered the call. "Sam! Where the hell are you, man?" asked Tim. "Claire is frantic. She said your phone was off and you didn't come home all night. She's worried that something happened to you." "Well, Tim, something did happen. I was stabbed in the fucking back, and it hurts.. a lot," I added. "You can tell Claire she can go find a big cock, or better yet, she can go fuck herself!" "Sam, nobody judges you by the size of your cock! You're still a better golfer than the rest of us. Shit, Sam, don't let it get to you." If Tim was trying to make me feel better, he was doing a piss poor job! Apparently, he believed I had a small cock and was trying to think of reasons why it shouldn't bother me! I hung up on him and turned the phone off again. I went out for a breakfast then spent the day watching TV in the shit-hole room I had rented. It was fun to watch Tiger come from behind on Sunday to win, for a change. I called in to work first thing Monday morning and requested a few days off. I needed to decide what the hell I was going to do. Living with Claire seemed out of the question. How can you live with a woman once you know that she has no respect for you? I swung by the house around ten that morning. It looked like Claire had gone to work, so I parked down the street and walked back to the house. I looked in the garage window and saw that her car was gone. I went inside and packed a couple suitcases of my stuff and carried it down to the garage. I got my car and pulled into the garage, closed the door and started loading my car. I even had room for some of my tools and my guns. I didn't have any plans of using them, but I sure as hell wasn't going to leave them behind for some asshole to have. I carried my bags into my motel room. I had decided to stay there a few days until I could formulate some sort of plan. Then I turned my phone back on, in case something truly important had happened. When you have kids, even if they are on their own like mine were, you still worry about them. I deleted another bunch of messages from Claire and dropped the phone in my pocket. It rang within a few minutes. I saw it was my boss calling, so I answered it. "Jesus, Sam! What's going on? Claire is here and she's pretty distraught. Did you leave her? What do you want me to tell her?" he asked. "Give her the names of some of the guys with bigger cocks at work, would you, Boss? That should take her mind of me, and my itsy bitsy little peter," I responded sarcastically. "Did you actually say guys with 'bigger cocks', Sam? Claire is right here and she heard what I just said. Now she's breaking down again, Sam," he reported. "What should I do with her?" "Fuck her, Boss!" I snarled as I hung up the phone. Shit! Now I'd probably lose my job over this mess. Why the hell did she have to go to my work, anyway? It was like she was trying to ruin my life. Then I decided two could play that game. I jumped in the car and drove to the insurance agency where Claire worked. "Hello, Sam," greeted Samantha, Claire's supervisor. "Claire isn't in yet. Can I help you?" "Yeah, Samantha. Tell Claire that her needle-dicked husband was here. I want to see if I can get some sort of insurance if I have a cock enlarging operation and it goes south. Can I get any compensation for my tiny dick? It isn't much but it's all I've got." Samantha turned red and coughed. Several others in the office went totally silent. It was obvious they had heard everything I had said. Samantha slowly responded to my outburst. "That sounds like a personal problem, Sam. I hope you aren't serious, but if you are, I suggest a company like Lloyds Of London. When we say you're in good hands, it doesn't pertain to your genitalia. I'm sorry, Sam." "Not as sorry as Claire is, I'll bet! Never mind a cigar, a goddamn cigarette is bigger than my dick. Maybe I can order some of that stuff that guy 'Bob' on the TV commercials uses," I mused aloud. "I'll order a truck load of the shit and take as much as I can. If I could get to three inches, I'd be delighted. Thanks anyway, Samantha." I left everyone in Claire's office with their mouths opened as I walked out the door and hopped back into my car. I drove to Claire's parents' home. "Sam! It's a surprise to see you here on a Monday," declared Steve Carey. "To what do we owe this pleasure?" "I was just wondering if Claire has told you that I have a really little dick and she isn't happy with it?" I blurted out just as Nancy Carey walked up. "I don't know what to do about it. Should I just give her a divorce so she can find a guy with a good sized cock?" "Sam, what are you talking about? Claire never mentioned anything about that, did she Nancy? Sometimes women talk to other women, Sam," admitted Steve. "Of course not, Sam!" interjected Nancy. "What's really going on? I don't think Claire is displeased with your, ah, size, Sam. I would guess quite the opposite from what hints I've heard." "Well, thanks, folks," I replied. "She told all our friends that my cock just didn't measure up and now I'm just trying to find some way to satisfy her." "Have you tried talking to her, Sam? You may have misunderstood. Perhaps you went off half-cocked, so to speak?" she chuckled. "No offense. I couldn't resist that one. " "She may have been upset with something you said or did and decided to get some measure of revenge," suggested Nancy. "I will admit, however, that telling others something like that about any man, and especially your husband, will often have dire consequences." "I really don't dare talk to Claire until I calm down more, Nancy. I have never raised my hand to her, but this has caused me to consider it," I warned. "Oh, pshaw!" laughed Nancy. "I know what kind of man married my daughter. It isn't some little-dicked coward that hits women; so don't try that crap with me, Sam. I'm not worried about that happening." "You seem to have a higher opinion of me than your daughter does," I replied. "But then, it isn't difficult." "I think you've made your point here, Sam. We'll be sure to tell her that you stopped by and that you're a little upset about some comments she made about your manhood," assured Nancy. "Tell Claire that I expect you both here next Friday night for dinner." I shook my head as I walked back to my car. Did that woman even hear what I was saying? I unlocked the door to my room and flopped down on the bed. I closed my eyes for a second. When I opened them, Claire was standing over me! I almost shit my pants! "What are you doing here?" I demanded. "How did you find me?" "I was going up to Mom's when I saw your car go down Ash Street, so I just followed you, Sam. It wasn't very hard," she allowed. "Are you referring to my little cock again, Claire?" I asked petulantly. "Oh, Sam! I'm so sorry about all those things I said. I saw you spending a lot of time talking to Gloria Bentley and I guess I got a little jealous. Her tits are so much bigger than mine. I know you like them, and her. I had too much to drink and I just got diarrhea of the mouth. I felt like you were belittling me for having B-cup breasts when you paid her so much attention. I was also having a lot of hot flashes, and when it mixed with the wine, I went stupid." "That doesn't make sense to me, Claire. I have never said your breasts were anything but perfect. I always chat to the other women at those parties. I've never been unfaithful to you," I avowed. "It seems like you're trying to play this down. 'I had hot flashes, too much to drink, and I was jealous.' You expect me to believe that combination can make a woman as cruel as you were?" "It is hard to believe, isn't it?" agreed Claire. "The thing is, it's true. I want you to come back home, Sam, and I'll make it up to you, I promise." "It isn't that easy, Claire. You've impugned me, possibly beyond repair. Tim called me and practically told me not to worry about having a little dick! Wait until you get to work, Claire," I added. "You won't be happy about my actions there. I can guarantee that. I also spoke to your folks." "I've been to work already, Sam. I heard all about your rant. It was pretty embarrassing, but I realize I deserve it. My mom called me while I was following you here. Did she ever give me an ear full! She was furious with me, Sam," revealed Claire. "She told I would be lucky if you didn't beat me, and that if you did, I should accept it! That was from my own mom!" I had to chuckle to myself. Nancy knew how to play both of us better than anyone else on the planet. She knew I could never strike Claire; maybe better than Claire did. "That still doesn't put the genie back in the bottle, Claire," I replied. "How can I look anyone in the eye after what you said? Your apologies won't change the impression that I have a small cock, and quite frankly, I don't like it." "Sam, come home at five this afternoon and I will correct this horrible situation then. If, after giving me that chance, you think I have not made the whole mess better, I will go along with whatever you decide. I ask this one chance, Sam, for all the good years we've had," pleaded Claire. "I just don't see how it can be done, Claire," I wavered. "It hurts too much." "Sam, come home at five and find out. You won't regret it, and it won't cost you anything but a little time, okay?" I reluctantly agreed. I knew there was nothing Claire could tell me that would make me feel better about her outburst at the party. I also realized that I wanted her to make it all go away so I could go back to feeling good about myself, and my marriage. I let myself into the house right at five. Claire met me in the living room wearing a really sexy black dress. It seemed that she was going to give me a piece of ass to make everything okay. Why do women think they can rip a man's heart out and then make it all better by giving him a little pussy? Claire turned me partially around and dropped to her knees in front of me. Then she unbuckled my belt and pulled my zipper down. I could see down her dress and her tits looked plenty big enough. "Claire, this is not a solution. I can tell you that already. It won't work. I don't want to mislead you into thinking it will solve our problems," I tried to explain. "Hush, husband," she answered as she pulled my boxers down and engulfed my cock in her mouth. Well, I tried. I decided there was no reason to not give her a chance to make me feel better, and it was feeling pretty good! A blowjob would not bring my self-respect, as man, back to me. All my friends heard Claire announce how small my dick was. Despite my misgivings, my cock quickly got hard enough to cut diamonds. I didn't get blowjobs all that often anymore and Claire was showing a lot of enthusiasm! Then to my surprise, for the first time in our entire marriage, she deep-throated me! She quickly pulled off and did it again, and then again. In just a couple minutes, I was ready to cum. "I'm almost there!" I cautioned my wife as she worked her magic. Claire pulled her mouth off me and worked my cock for all she was worth. My first round hit her in the face. Another went across her chest and probably ruined her dress. The she took me back into her mouth and drained every last drop. I was weak in the knees and trying to decide if maybe I shouldn't forgive Claire after all. That was when all hell seemed to break loose. "Wow, Sam!" exclaimed Marge Benson. "Claire certainly set the record straight here this evening!" "What the hell!" was all I could manage as five women walked into the living room from the kitchen. "Here, Claire, use this towel to wipe your face," offered Gloria Bentley. "You weren't kidding when you said Sam wouldn't disappoint us." I quickly pulled my boxers back up. My face once again turned a bright red. Why were all these women watching Claire give me a blowjob? "Sam, maybe we can work out some sort of insurance policy for that wonderful cock," laughed Claire's boss, Samantha. "Those enhancements sure worked fast, didn't they?" I knew I was being ragged, but it was still unclear as to what was going on. I looked at Claire for an explanation as I pulled my pants back on. "Sam, I embarrassed you in front of these ladies at the party. I said horrible, unforgivable things that simply weren't true. I had no idea how to make it up to you until Mom suggested this," revealed Claire as she wiped her face and chest. "Your mom?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, Mom. I told you that she was livid with me. She told me I had taken your manhood away, and I had to find a way to give it back to you. Then she made this suggestion. I have just embarrassed myself in front of my friends, just as I had done to you that night. I also proved to them that you are NOT small down there. Rest assured that these ladies will tell others. "Everyone will know that you are everything a man, and husband, should be. I had Samantha here to represent my office. After the scene you made there, I felt I had to show them that my husband didn't have a little dick. That was more for my reputation than yours, I guess," smiled Claire. 'Sam, we're all going to leave now, but I want you to know that what Claire just did took a lot of nerve. She must love you an awful lot," grinned Marge. "I think she may have ruined her favorite dress! I don't even know how I'm going to tell Tim about this. He was feeling pretty good about himself for a while after Claire's little gaffe the other night. Now he'll be a lot more modest." Everyone left and Claire stood in front of me. I was experiencing every emotion possible. I was embarrassed. I was pleased. I was deceived. I was blown! Claire knowingly blew me in front of her friends in an attempt to make amends. I searched my thoughts. "Sam, will you forgive me? I made a terrible mistake, but it will never happen again. I won't ever belittle you in any way in front of others. Can you love me again?" she asked meekly. "Claire, you have amazed me this evening. What you did was a huge risk. I could have been pretty upset about you letting those women see my cock. You took a big chance." "Tell me about it, Sam! Did you see how that big titted Gloria, and the rest of them, looked at your tool before you got it tucked away? I hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass!" "Claire, I want you to call your mom and tell her we'll be there for dinner Friday. I want you to do it in front of me so I can hear you tell her just how well her plan worked. Then ask her why she wasn't here, too. After all, I did make a fool out of myself to her," I laughed. "She wanted to be here, Sam. I told her I would NOT to that in front of my own mom, and that was all there was to it!" laughed Claire. Misery Loves Company "Aren't you ready yet?" Missy pushed the door open and stuck her head inside, nearly stomping her foot in impatience. Leigh shook her head as she stared into the mirror. Bending forward, she pointed to her head and said, "I can't go to the party; my roots are showing." Her roommate closed her eyes and sighed loudly. "You are going to the damn party." She pointed towards the costume still on its hanger, lying across the twin bed. "No one will even see your hair with that thing on!" The skirt of her slave girl costume twirled up a bit as she turned and said, "Now, get the fuck ready! I am not letting you spend Halloween night here by yourself sulking over that asshole!" With a second flourish of the cape, she turned and left Leigh alone, still in her underwear, still undecided. Leigh turned to the side and looked at herself in the mirror, then over at the skin tight body suit. She bit her lip and wondered how she'd let Missy talk her into something so revealing. Granted, everything was covered, but little was left to the imagination. Anyone looking would see every curve, every plane of her body; it would just see it sheathed in black spandex. Catwoman. She walked to the bed and help up the suit. There was no way she could wear underwear with the thing. It was so tight that even a thong or a bra strap would show right through. Glancing at the door to make sure her roommate had indeed left; she slipped off what she had on. If Bobby could see her now...She straightened her shoulders. 'Asshole,' she repeated Missy's assessment to herself, 'I hope you do see me tonight. I hope I'm standing right next to that flat-chested bitch you screwed. I want you to see what you gave up.' With that thought in mind, it took some doing, but Leigh managed to pull the material over her body. She called out for her roommate to help her zip the back. Missy, with her star-spangled costume, whistled loudly when she opened the door. She laughed and said, "If I had your body, I'd just walk around naked all the time. I wouldn't do anything else. I'd just be naked." Leigh shook her head and grinned. She replied, "It's just genetics," as she straightened the costume in the front, praying her nipples wouldn't stay as hard and noticeable as they were at the moment. Missy grabbed her long hair and pulled it back into a ponytail, "Well, just genetics, at least I won't be competing with the hot blonde tonight." She laughed and said, "Okay, genetics and Clairol," as she picked up the mask with the little cat ears on top, pulling it over her head. It covered to just past her high cheekbones. She turned to look in the mirror and almost took a step back. She wasn't there anymore. Shy Leigh with her blushing face and lip biting had been replaced by a woman brave enough to show everything she had to the world. As she was admiring the transformation, Missy tossed the whip across the room at her. She caught it right before it hit her in the head, her roommate laughing and saying, "Make sure you take this, just in case asshole does show up." Leigh hooked it to the side of the costume as the cute, petite brunette grabbed her arm and tugged. "Come on! They're going to be waiting for us!" Leigh pulled back from her grasp and said, "They?" --- "You had better hurry up," Luke stuck his head into the bathroom door. Rick poked his head out of the shower. "When do we have to leave?" "About twenty minutes." "No problem," Rick answered. "I'll be ready." He climbed out of the shower and padded across the floor and grabbed the towel that was hanging from the back of the door. He quickly dried himself off and brushed his light brown hair back. A quick look in the mirror satisfied him and he hung the towel back on the door and walked out of the bathroom to his room. That was the advantage of just having one male roommate, there was no big deal about walking about naked. After pulling his briefs on he looked at the costume that was laid out on the bed. Zorro! 'Oh well,' he thought. 'That's what I get for waiting until the very last minute.' They were going to a Halloween party that was being held at one of the sorority houses at an all-girls private college that was about an hour and a half away. Luke's girlfriend was a member of the sorority and had invited Luke and Rick. Once he had donned the pants and the shirt he looked into the mirror and was a bit surprised, he looked better than he expected. He thought the red sash was a bit over the top but, went with it anyway. At least the mask wasn't going to be confining and that was a relief. He struggled to pull the tall boots up over his calves and with a lot of effort and a few well-chosen curses the boots went on. With his hat, cape, and sword in hand, he went downstairs. "What the hell are you supposed to be?" Rick laughed at Luke. He was wearing a toga with a golden crown of oak leaves. "I am Eroticus Maximus, emperor of Rome," proclaimed Luke. He winked at Rick. "And with any luck, I will get lucky with my slave girl tonight." "Missy is going as a slave girl?" Rick laughed. "Yeah." Luke grinned. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, she is bringing you a date." "Oh, fucking great." Rick could see his night turning into a disaster already. "Just what I needed." --- Most of the girls were already downstairs greeting boyfriends and potential boyfriends when Missy dragged Leigh from their room. She pushed her finger into the center of the taller girls back and whispered, "Stand up straight. You don't want to be slouching when you meet him." Leigh turned and glared at her through the eyeholes of the mask. "Excuse me? I wasn't supposed to be meeting anyone. I can't believe..." Before her temper could reach full flare, Missy was gone from her side and hollering, "Hey, Luke! Get over here and kiss your slave girl's feet!" Her eyes followed her as she bounced across the room and wrapped her arms around him. She held her breath to watch the way Luke practically picked her up off her feet, kissing her and pulling her close. It made her ache. Then, she saw him, two feet away and watching the embrace as closely as she was. Rick had pretty much sulked for the entire drive over here. If he had known that he was being set up with a blind date he would have found some excuse not to go. The breakup with his previous girlfriend, Amanda, had been devastating for him. She had just announced one day out of the blue that the relationship was over. No reasons had been given and all communication between them had ceased. She wouldn't take his calls on the phone, and his emails had gone unanswered. He looked at the girl that was watching Luke and Missy. Could this be his blind date? If there was any consolation for Rick, it was she looked about as happy to be here as he was. A surge of excitement flowed through his body as his eyes drank in the sight of the girl wearing the Catwoman costume. The way her costume clung to her body left very little to his imagination. Rick felt an instant attraction to her and could feel his sleeping manhood beginning to stir. Luke grabbed Rick by the arm. "C'mon, sporty, cheer up. Let me introduce you to your date for tonight." Leigh stood straighter when Missy reached over and grabbed Zorro's arm. When he turned to look at her, she looked quickly in the other direction. She couldn't tell a lot with the mask on, but he had a nice body. Just tall enough, not too skinny and not too fat. She looked at his face again as Missy continued to talk. Did he frown in her direction? She looked towards the stairs. But, it was too late, Luke was calling her name and ten seconds later she was over his shoulder as he turned in a circle, shouting, "Toga! Toga!" Everyone in the room laughed as he spun her around, and she felt her mask slipping before she beat on his back and shouted, "Put me the fuck down, Luke!" When he sat her on her feet, she felt wobbly, but pushed him nonetheless and asked, "Did you start drinking without us?" Luke reached up to straighten her mask, laughed and shook his head, "Nah, just wanted to make you smile." : She tried not to, but Leigh did smile. She was still smiling when Missy cleared her throat and announced, "Rick, I'd like you to meet Leigh." She turned and announced as formerly, "And, Leigh, this is Rick." Missy took a dramatic step backwards as he nodded and said, "Hi..." She smiled and tried not blush. Even with the mask, he was cute. Green eyes, a nice mouth, a strong jaw line. Yeah, he was cute. Missy gave Luke a devilish grin as each appraised the other and obviously approved. It being the only thing that came to mind, she blurted out, "I have a brother named Rick." Rick liked the sound of her voice, there was something about it that couldn't put his finger on. "That's odd, I have a sister...." Before he could complete his thought, Luke tripped over his feet and stumbled into Rick, nearly knocking him to the ground. His roommate laughed and said, "Sorry, man, sorry," as he cussed and steadied himself. Even with the commotion, he could barely take his eyes off of her. He thought her body was perfect. It would have to be to wear the costume she had on. Her green eyes had sparkled when she smiled. As he smiled at her again, Missy had hauled Luke off saying, "I need you to..." The noise of the party had drowned out the remainder of what she said. Rick felt awkward for a moment then he turned his attention to Leigh. 'What the hell, I probably won't see her after tonight,' he thought. "Well, you looked about as excited to be here as I was." Leigh looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry if I made it that obvious, I didn't really want to be here. I just broke up with my boyfriend." She looked up and into Rick's eyes. "So, I'm not looking to hook up with..." "Neither am I," Rick interrupted. "I was brought here under false pretenses.--And for the record, I'm not looking for anyone either, I just broke up with my girlfriend, too." "I'm sorry; I didn't mean for it to come out...that way." Leigh looked away from Rick. "It looks like we were both deceived a little, huh?" She stared at the floor, noticing his boots and her own. Both black, both to the knee. 'Say something!' She chided herself, 'Why are you looking at the ground? Stop it. Look up!' She forced a smile and turned in his direction, "It looks like we're wearing the same boots." 'Brilliant,' she mocked herself, 'Just brilliant.' Rick looked down at her boots and then at his. "Yeah, well, I don't think I could walk in yours." He let out a warm chuckle. "I'd fall on my ass with heels like that." Maybe he should lose his attitude, after all, it wasn't her fault that he was here. "And hey, at least we match. Both in black." Leigh grinned, grateful for his laugh. Maybe he wasn't a bad guy. Maybe Missy wasn't an idiot. A bitch maybe, but not an idiot. She pointed towards the kitchen, "Hey, do you want something to drink?" "Yeah," he responded. He could feel his mood lift. "I'd love something to drink." The punch was spiked; there was no doubt of that whatsoever. Rick looked at Leigh and flashed a grin as he raised his plastic cup. "It's got a kick." Leigh nodded. "Yes, it certainly does. I don't want to even think about what's in it." She found his smile infectious and smiled back. "I think half the people that show up add a little to the brew. I know Missy had a bottle hidden in her room. And, if it's like last Halloween, it'll just get stronger as the night goes on." The pounding of the dance music could be heard from the basement. A dance floor had been set up and a DJ hired for the party. They had finished their first drink and were almost done with the second one when Rick looked at Leigh. The punch had given that warm and fuzzy feeling. "Would you like to go down and dance for a bit?" His warm smile and the alcohol had helped Leigh relax. She gave him a smile and nodded. 'Why the hell not,' she thought. "Yeah, sounds good to me." To keep her balance, she held on to his arm as they headed downstairs. When her breast brushed against his arm, she realized how close they were standing. She went to pull back but stopped. 'Hell with it, I'm going to enjoy myself.' She took a big drink of punch just before she saw them. Her heart raced and her legs felt a little numb. 'Dammit,' she thought. She'd known he'd show up; he never fucking missed a party. It was just seeing Bobby with...her, with the bitch, with the who bragged about how he'd left Leigh alone at the door to go and fuck her...more than once. Rick must have followed her eyes across the room because he leaned in to say, "Someone you know?" over the loud music. She said, "My boyfriend," before she realized what had come out of her mouth. He smiled as she stuttered, "My ex-boyfriend." Rick held out his hand as the music beat through the room with a life of its own, "Come on, lets dance. He shouldn't be the only one having a good time." Leigh almost snorted when she said, "Right, a good time. She's flat as a board and never been nailed...a carpenter's dream." She looked up into his eyes, and they both laughed before she added, "Well, that's what my granddad would say." Rick burst out laughing. "I haven't heard that one before." She only half-heard him as she answered, "I'd love to dance." She muttered, almost to herself, "I'll show that bastard that I don't need him." Leigh grabbed Rick's hand and led him to the dance floor. As soon as they got onto the floor the music changed to a slow, old, love song. Rick looked hesitantly at Leigh, he wasn't sure if this was the kind of dance that she wanted their first one to be. Maybe tt wasn't the song or type of dance she would have chosen to have with someone that she had just met, but her boyfriend was dancing so close to...that girl...that they could be fucking and not be any closer. She looked up at Rick with a pleading look in her eyes. "Dance with me, please." As soon as he put his arms around her, he felt comfortable. It was almost as if they were a perfect fit for one another. He liked how her body felt against his; they moved together like they'd danced a thousand dances together. Leigh felt his hands rub along the spot where her bra strap should be, and she leaned closer, hiding her face from him. Even with the mask, he might see the color there. She felt her nipples stiffen as his hand inched a little lower, and they moved closer together. She hoped he didn't notice. Or, did she want him to notice? Her mind felt a little bleary. Missy smiled a knowing smile at her from across the room, but she looked away quickly, deciding not to care what anyone else thought. Soon, he was caressing where her thong would surely be. He had to know now...That she was naked under the suit. That all he would have to do is take that zipper between his fingers—she felt herself get suddenly wet. 'It's the punch,' she told herself as the scent of his cologne made her daydream about his kiss. She wanted feel his mouth on hers, she longed to taste him. He hoped the song would never end. They couldn't get any closer now. He felt intoxicated but, not from the punch. It was the aroma of her perfume and the feeling of her body pressed against his. Her head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck, her hair brushed against his cheek. She made no move to pull from him, or to move his hands. It was all he could do to fight the urge to caress every square inch of her body. He wondered what it would feel like to touch her naked skin with the tips of his fingers. Her breasts pressed into his chest and he wanted to touch them. He wondered what they would look like. 'Oh shit!' He thought as he felt his erection growing. 'Why now of all times?' The more he tried to concentrate on other things, the more it grew. 'I hope she doesn't feel it.' Deep down, he wanted her to feel it and to know that he desired her. But she had felt it and pressed against it slightly more. It made her glad that she excited him. It gave a stick-this-in-you-face feeling when she thought about her ex. Rick's arms felt so strong wrapped around her body. Before she realized what she was doing, Leigh lifted her head slightly and touched her lips to his neck. She wasn't prepared for the feeling of pleasure that washed over her body. Leigh couldn't believe she had kissed his neck; it wasn't something she would do to a man she barely knew, anymore than she would rub against his erection. But, she was doing that, too. Maybe it was the mask. Maybe it was the punch. It didn't matter when he moved her just enough to lean down and brush her lips with his. He just barely touched them, just enough for her to want to take his tongue inside of her mouth when the music changed. It was fast and rhythmic. She started to pull away, but he didn't let her. And, his mouth was on hers again. She met his tongue with her own. He tasted like Hawaiian punch and liquor and mint. For that moment, it was the most wonderful taste in the world. She found her hands on his chest, caressing, She could feel the muscles beneath the fabric, his erection still pressing against her and the wetness between her legs, she wondered if anyone could see it, She pushed away from him more firmly this time, and he let her go. She tried to think of something to say, but he spoke first. "I'm sorry, Leigh," he backed off a little, putting his hands into his pockets, "I got a little carried away...I just thought...never mind..." He gave her a little boy grin, and she felt bad for stepping back. She shook her head, but he was leaving the dance floor. She bit her lip and followed behind him, partially hoping her ex hadn't seen him walk away, mostly just wanting Rick to turn around and know that she had wanted it, too. She reached out for his shoulder before he could head in the direction of Luke and Missy "Rick, wait, please," He turned around and looked at her with a wistful look that had her aching. "Please don't go. I just...I'm usually pretty shy. Crowds," she paused and looked around, "They aren't my thing." It was true; she had never been the make-out-in-public girl. She hadn't had nearly enough to drink for that. He nodded sympathetically and said, "Hey, its okay, I understand. You told me from the beginning..." She shook her head, and said something she'd never said before, "Do you want to come up to my room?" She wasn't a virgin, but she didn't want to be like the other girls, the ones who brought guys upstairs after every party. As he stared at her, obviously surprised by the invitation, she added, "We could talk...unless you'd rather stay down here..." "No." Rick shook his head. "I'd like to get away. Crowds aren't my thing either." He was telling the truth. Also, he was self-conscious about his erection that was bulging out in the front of his pants. He was sure that everyone could see it and it embarrassed him. A warm glow came over Leigh. It was the same feeling that she had when she was a little girl and had done something that she wasn't supposed to do and had gotten away with it. She was taking a guy upstairs, and that was against the rules. Even though she had just met Rick, there was an immediate level of trust that she had never experienced with another guy. She didn't quite understand why, but, it was there. Normally she was very cautious when meeting people, especially for the first time, some of her friends in high school had gone as far as saying that she was overly defensive and that she had run some guys off because of it. Better safe than sorry, that was her motto. They re-filled their glasses with punch on their way through the kitchen. Leigh motioned Rick to stop as she peeked up the stairs. "Be very quiet," she cautioned. "I don't want us to get caught." How anyone was going to hear them walking up the stairs with the raucous noise from the party in the background was beyond Rick's comprehension. Leigh felt her heart pounding as she led him up to the third floor and then down the hallway to her room. Misery Loves Company The end of the year is upon us and as I sit here wondering how my new year shall begin. I cannot help but to also ponder about the intense perception of the stimulating vibrations that have tainted my inner senses. I have awakened to this and it has joined me during my meal at breakfast time. It swarmed my mind with pleasurable thoughts while the fork entered and exited my mouth. The sweet syrup dripping from the waffles two stepped with my taste buds. An everlasting desire of flesh adjoining this dance slid down the slippery slopes of my throat. As I took the last bite, the pungent savory smell of my body's own essence had overtaken my delicious meal. While cleaning up, instead of reintroducing my lips to its absorbing bounty compadre, my tongue had invited itself to perform the task. Little by little, it felt as if I was rotating around the earth. Sweet, wet, soft yet firm, my tongue supplied me with goosed flesh that caused a certain animalistic drive to command me. I headed for the shower with some desperation that it would not follow yet also some aspiration that it would. Why would I aspire for such a thing? I was very unsure of the answer knowing that such a desire, such a want, such a feeling would consume me and a straight jacket doused in my ambrosia would enclose me. Only to make things more exasperating for me if I had not found the closure needed to curb this appetite. While undressing I could feel it staring me down like an eagle that has locked onto its prey. Waiting for the perfect moment to swoop and take all of me. The thought of this glaring at me caused excretions that could easily been seen and smelled by the mere senses of any human being. While completely undressed the draft that entered through the crack of my bathroom window brushed against my nipples, elevating them and bringing with it an image that imbedded itself within my mind for a few seconds. This image included me sitting on top of the bathroom sink completely flushed while gripping the sides of it, legs wrapped around a warm body (one not of my own), the hands of a man with a favorable grip planted firmly within my hair while pulling backwards and a stroke so crucial the sounds that bellowed were enough to tell the neighbors that I would be sleeping in for the remainder of the day. It took what seemed to be hours for me to shake this image even though it had only lasted all but a few seconds. The steam from the shower seemed to bathe my body in this fresh morning dew. As I stepped into this waterfall full of concealed fantasies, my breast yearned for each droplet to saturate them. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the task my mind continued on this quest for gratification. The more I tried to fight it, the more it wanted me. While cleansing my body and trying to clear my mind of such impure thoughts the stronger this urge became. The sponge then became a tool, a tool used to break down the barrier that had been placed to clear my head. As it circled every inch of my burning flesh, I desired more. It began teasing me in a way that ignited every flame inside that had yet to been lit. The suds began raising each other to see which would reach my sanctuary first. The sponge soon followed and once there I could hear a faint moan. I noticed myself leaning up against the shower wall, closing my eyes and parting my legs while these concealed fantasies cautiously revealed themselves to me. Before I even realized, the sponge that was once laving me had been replaced by skin. I had slid down to the edge of the tub and was just sitting there. My hand was palming my pussy like a basketball player flying through the air attempting a slam-dunk. My hips were playing a game all of their own, which seemed to be more like some form of exercise. The more pressure my hand applied, my hips would raise but if my hand dared to enter, my hips would pull away. This hankering urge was not passing and it was only worsening. My body refused to let me have what it had only made me want even more. My hand continued applying pressure, my thighs continued to spread further, my hips continued to rise yet I could not receive my high. The scent of this had spread throughout the entire bathroom. I wanted it, I needed it and I could not have it so I decided I was going to take it. Effortlessly I shoved three fingers deep into what felt like an empty beehive in dire need for some honey. The sensation that immediately crept up my spine had astounded me. The moan alone was enough to send any man into frenzy. It was one of those sounds that while sleeping it would echo in your ear, tip toe into your dreams, cause your manhood to instantaneously salute and all the while you are not awake yet your hand manages to stroke you so rousingly that when you awaken you find yourself covered in a film of your own juices. The feeling was extraordinary yet it was not enough. I needed it deeper, skin to skin, flesh to flesh, a considerably strong dick protruding, captivating and fucking all of me. I was trapped in this vortex of my own misery. As the water began to lose its warmth due to the fact, I had been in the shower for quite awhile. I removed my cum soaked fingers, closed my thighs and exited my fantasy filled confinement. Misery Loves Company ***If you enjoy the story I greatly appreciate your ratings*** The party was in full swing and I realized the beer was starting to run out. It would never do to have my guests left parched. There were a few more cases down in the basement. I trotted down the basement stairs but discovered someone had beat me to it. My friend Sean already had a case of beer slung over his fingers.I had dated Sean a few years back before we both were married. Things had ended between us on awkward terms. We never talked about it but it was there. The one thing that had worked flawlessly between us though was the sex. I was the most exhausted I had ever been during the three weeks that I dated him. He would come over late at night, we would make an attempt at a cursory conversation but we would end up fucking before long. On the couch with my skirt rucked up around my waist. We'd start towards the bedroom and I would have rug burns on my elbows and knees by the time we got there. Gripping the top of the headboard with his lithe body pressing against my back. Then eventually I would fall into an exhausted sleep only to be awakened as he opened my knees and lowered his head between my thighs. He had a wicked tongue and he loved to use it. I would look down to see his startling green eyes peering up at me as his tongue lapped my pussy. He never came up on his own. I always had to pull him up by his ears when the urgency became too much for me. I never caught more than a couple of hours of sleep when he was in my bed. But there wasn't much to say outside of bed. Before long, I just stopped returning his calls. Not very nice of me but he moved on quickly and was married a year later. It took a couple of more years before I married. I was friendly with his wife. He and my husband would often go out drinking. We didn't talk about it but it was there. My train of thought must have shown on his face because he shook his head. "We can't, we're married." I nodded once. We stood at a distance from each other, not speaking. Finally, I broke the silence. "I don't think I ever apologized for being a bitch at the end." He shrugged. It was water under the bridge. I bit my lip. He was tense, his body like a tightly strung bow. I could feel the same tension in my body and a little more. My nipples were tingling, rising at his remembered touch. But I made no move towards him. Finally, I lowered my eyes as I spoke softly. "I'm not going to touch you. I'm not going to let you touch me. But if I have to suffer with this wanting then you will too. Misery loves company so I'm going to tell you." His nostrils flared just a bit but he didn't say anything. "I love my husband and I like your wife. But, later, I'm going to cup my tits in my hands and roll my thumbs over my nipples and I'm going to imagine it's your hands. Just standing here, looking at you, I'm already wet. And sometimes I still think about it. Sometimes I want it slow, soft, your feather touch. Other times I dream about rough passion, scratching, biting, having you bend me over and fuck me til I scream. I imagine your hands on my shoulders pressing me down until your cock slips between my lips. Sometimes, it's your wicked tongue rasping against my pussy until I want to scream. Sometimes you sit back in a chair and I remember climbing on top of you, lifting your cock out of your pants and guiding it into my slippery cunt under my skirt." He was grimacing, becoming physically uncomfortable. I leaned forward and he flinched as if he was going to move away. But I just stooped a little and lifted the case of beer out of his slack hand careful not to touch him. I turned my back and climbed the stairs. Misery Loves Company "Wow!" Rick was impressed at her room. By dorm standards it was large, and had the luxury of having its own bathroom. Something that Leigh gave thanks for each time she stripped down to take a shower. A small night light in the corner lit the room dimly. They stood silently for a moment looking at each other. Leigh could feel her pulse racing. She was going to do something she had never done before in her life, she was going to seduce a guy. Looking into her eyes Rick felt much the same way. He had never felt so comfortable with a girl so quickly before. To him, it felt like they had met before. He put his hands on her shoulders and ever so slowly ran them down her sides until they rested on her hips. She found his touch so gentle and she wanted him to touch her all over. Leigh reached up and took his hat off and let it drop to the floor. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. For a moment she thought about taking his mask off but, she stopped. The thought of being made love to by a man who she had never seen turned her on for some reason. "Kiss me," she whispered in a voice that carried the depth of her passion and desire. His second kiss didn't disappoint. Her heart seemed to dance as his tongue slipped alongside hers. It was so different than Bobby's plunging and prodding. She pressed herself closer; sure there could be no more space between them. With one of his hands wrapped around her pony tail and the other pressing into her back, her hands began to explore beneath his jacket. She pulled back and looked into the lust in his green eyes. As his hands reached to remove her mask, she took them into her own. She whispered, "Don't. Not yet." He grinned and leaned down to take her lips again. She knew if the mask came off, she'd be Leigh again, she'd be shy again and she'd never take his hand and lead him to her bed like she was doing now. Rick sat down on the edge and pulled her, still standing, to him. Lightly, he explored her body over the thin cover of the bodysuit. His fingers glanced up her arm, across her shoulder, skimmed along her collarbone, then moved slowly to the swell of her breasts. She held her breath as he found her taut nipples. His touch was gentle, rubbing them with the palm of his hands. Leigh breathed slowly and deeply, trying to stay on her feet, as a flood of wet, ready juice soaked her costume. She brushed his hair between her fingers, and he looked up at her with a look than almost sent her to her knees. His mouth was wet and insistent when it went to her nipple, suckling it hard through the material, nipping it lightly, causing her to jump and moan. His hands moved to her ass and squeezed. She wanted him to undress her, she wanted to stand naked in front of him, to feel his hands, and his eyes on her It was a new, bold feeling. But, she would wait for him to find the zipper. She whimpered as he turned his attention to her other nipple, leaving a damp circle where her other nipple tried to press through the black material. Rick could hear the blood rushing through his ears, his heart pounded so hard that it almost hurt. The yearning burned deep within him like a fast, raging fire. He silently cursed his tight pants. He could feel his erection straining, aching to be released. Her hands moved over his back and up his sides never lingering. He enjoyed the touch of her hands. He wanted her, he wanted like had never desired anyone before. Rick wrapped his arms around her and pulled gently. Leigh knew what he wanted and it was the same thing she yearned for right now. She offered no resistance and allowed him to pull her and he fell slowly back with her on top of him. Their hips seemed to take on a life of their own. He began to grind his grind his swollen crotch against hers and she responded in kind, driving towards him. Leigh had never experienced this level of arousal before and she would have never thought it possible. All of her inhibitions had vanished like a vapor into the night. Leigh could feel his cock pressing though his pants. She moaned softly at the thought that soon she would feel it pierce her. She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers fumble for a moment with the zipper. This is what she wanted. Rick held his breath as he took the zipper into his hand and slowly began to pull down on it. He wanted to feel her flesh with his hands. He wanted to taste her with his tongue. He slid his hands inside of her costume and touched her soft, smooth skin. As his hands ran down her back down to her ass, she was glad she wasn't wearing any underwear. She let out a soft moan as his hands squeezed her cheeks. Higher, and higher, back up to her shoulders his hands ran. He opened the back of her costume and slid it over her shoulders. Leigh offered no resistance and her heart raced as sat up, naked from the waist up. It wasn't something that Leigh would have done but, the girl in the mask would do it. She wanted him to see her like this and the look of raging lust in his eyes only served to fuel her own wanton desires to another level. The feelings she had right now towards Rick were nothing like she had ever experienced with Bobby. She felt an attraction to Rick that was irresistible, an urge to get closer to him than she had ever been with anyone before. She felt an ache deep inside of her and the only remedy was for him to slide his stiff cock deep inside of her. His eyes drank in the sight of her naked breasts standing proud from her chest with her dark pink nipples jutting straight out. He thought she was perfect and there was nothing he would change about her at all. Even though they had exchanged but a few words since coming to her room he felt that their eyes and hands had communicated more than words would ever able to do. Rick felt a driving hunger boiling deep inside of his loins. He wanted her, he wanted to fuck her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. With a voice that was drunk with lust and passion he looked into the eyes behind the mask. "I want you." She could barely speak as a chill of excitement and anticipation shivered up her spine and down her arms. She whispered, "I want you, too." And, it was one of the deepest truths she had ever spoken. Being with him, touching him seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Linked. She felt linked. His fingers continued to squeeze and pluck her nipples as she reached down to unbutton his shirt. She ran her hands over his smooth, muscled chest, feeling the small erect nubs of his nipples. As he teased hers with the palm of his hand, she did the same. Both moaned, both pressed themselves against the other. She closed her eyes and felt as if she could sense the next movement of his hands and his fingers before he made it. She mirrored the motions in a synchronized dance of exploration and teasing. She wasn't even surprised when he groaned, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to take one pink peak into his mouth. He suckled there as she imagined a baby might, and for one brief moment her mind played with the idea that it was his baby there, this man she barely knew. She opened her eyes and shook off the thought, even as her womb contracted in a needy way. She didn't resist when he rolled her to her back and pressed himself between her legs. He pressed against her wet, unrevealed pussy and pulled away. He pressed again and she moaned. Leigh wrapped her hands in Rick's hair and pulled his mouth to hers. It was a wet, sloppy kiss, with his tongue pushing deep into her mouth. When they came up for air, she whispered, "Please make love to me." She needed to feel him inside of her now. Rick kissed her lips again, then her chin, and ran his tongue along the curve of her neck as he slid down. He tasted each nipple again, but did not linger there. He took the tiniest nip just below her navel as his hands tugged at the costume which still covered her slim hips. She raised herself and let him take the clothing with him as he slid entirely to the floor. He unzipped her boots in quick quick motions and soon she lay naked in front of him. To her own surprise, it felt right when he reached to spread her closed knees, splaying her legs apart. His eyes were greeted by her dripping sex, a place more ready for penetration than it had ever been. Leigh would have closed her eyes as he stared, taking in the almost obscene sight of her, but the woman in the mask met the hunger in his eyes with her own famished look. Rick stood up and let his shirt fall to the floor, and pulled his boots off. He was thankful that they came off easier than they went on. As he stood in front of her he was glad that she could see the bulge in the crotch of his pants. He wanted her to know what she had done to him. He moved to the edge of the bed and undid the red sash. Leigh sat up and looked into Rick's eyes. "Let me." Her voice was just above a whisper. She wanted to undo his pants and set him free. Her hand caressed his swelling through his pants. She heard him moan slightly as she touched him. Rick held his breath and watched as her nimble fingers undid one button after another on his pants. She pulled down on his pants and as they reached his knees he stepped out of them. She could see the front of his underwear was wet already with his excitement. She pulled down on his briefs and exposed his engorged manhood. She took it in her hand and gently moved it back and forth. Leigh looked up and watched his eyes as her hand moved back and forth. What happened next had never happened before. No matter how much Bobby had begged, pleaded, or cajoled her, she had never taken his erection into her mouth. With this stranger, she was willing. Even more than willing, she wanted to feel his cock in her mouth. Her lips kissed the plum sized head of his manhood and her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting his salty juices. She let him move over her lips and enter her mouth. His eyes were on her and she knew it. It wasn't what she expected, and she enjoyed the feeling of power she felt as her head moved slowly back and forth over his length. She felt him put his hands on the top of her head and gently rock his hips back in forth in time with her own movements. It wasn't what she expected at all, she liked how his hardened flesh filled her mouth and that he was watching his stiff manhood being devoured by her willing mouth drove her on. Her hand went between her legs and she touched her swollen pearl of desire. Leigh moved back and stared at his erection, it glistened with her saliva as it pointed to the ceiling. As much as she would have liked to felt what it would be like to have him finish in her mouth and allow her to taste his thick, peppery seed, there was more that she wanted. She lay slowly back and spread her legs wide. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, he followed her movements downward. She reached up and grabbed his swollen shaft and guided it to her ready entrance. Their eyes locked as he slowly began to penetrate her. Her green eyes looked deeply into his as her hips rose to meet his cock. She wanted him; she engulfed him. Something...something...this man wasn't a stranger anymore. He was inside of her now. A part of her. She wrapped her legs around him and held him there, so deep. She felt herself contract around him as he pulled away and slid inside again, slowly, still watching her face. She whispered, "Please," and he leaned down and opened her lips with his tongue. Rick's movements were deliberate and slow. He wanted this to last. He'd never felt a woman fit him so perfectly, like the proverbial glove. She was velvet. She was wet. She was his. He pulled back and pushed inside again, a little faster, his body's desire asserting itself. She moaned against his mouth. The lost look of deep pleasure in her eyes was too much, and he began to thrust a little faster. She was moving to take him; she wanted every inch. Leigh cried out when he thrust into her harder, tapping the limits of her body. It was a new feeling, something she'd ached for but never knew existed. She clung to his shoulders and whispered, "Yes." Her single word seemed to inspire him, as he began to take her faster, with more urgency. Rick had experienced sex before, but this was different. They were together in body and spirit. As he drove his swollen flesh deep into her he could feel her hips rise to meet him. Their bodies moved in a symbiotic unison that he didn't believe was possible. As he drove his shaft in and out of her pussy it felt like a million little fingers had wrapped around his organ. Each cycle of sliding in and pulling out of her hot wet depths kept him at a near frenzy. He moved down onto her and gripped her shoulders tightly and sudden rolled the both of them over. He wanted to see her ride him as his stiff cock impaled her tight tunnel of sex. His hands caressed her breasts as his hips rose from the bed driving deep into her. Rick was drunk with lust. His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples lightly, drawing moans of pleasure from her lips. Leigh cried out as his hands moved to grip her ass. She felt herself pulled down onto him as he stabbed into her from beneath. Her breasts bounced and her eyes glazed. She leaned back and began to move without his urging, wanting more, needing more. She propelled herself down onto his hard shaft, crying out with each deep breach of her body. His fingers were on her breasts again, kneading her flesh. A wave of warmth flooded her body. Her skin felt alive in a new way, even as the world fell away. Him. His cock. In her. It was all that mattered now. His words penetrated the fog of her mind in a distant way, "That's it, baby. Oh god, yes...Are you going to cum for me?" Yes, she wanted to answer him. But, the words didn't come, only the downpour of her juices coating him and her ever louder cries. It had never happened with a man inside of her. Never. Not this feeling. Not this unbridled lust. Not this carnal thing that had her pressed against his chest now, whimpering into his ear, begging him not to stop. Like a thoroughbred surging to the finish, Rick drove as hard and as fast as he could. The sudden flood of her warm juices had caught him by surprise. He could feel her body begin to shake as she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me," Her words matched both the intensity, and timing of his thrusts. She leaned forward and braced herself with her hands. As her eyes locked onto his, she drove her hips up and down, matching his furious assault on her sex. "I love your cock. I love you fucking me." She didn't recognize her own voice and she had never said things like that before during sex. As her world spun out of control she urged him, "Fill me with your cum. Let me feel it." Her words drove him over the edge, he couldn't hold on anymore. A loud moan escaped from his lips, "Yes! Yes! He felt the contractions deep in his balls as his cock sent the first wave of his hot cum deep inside of her. Over and over it pulsed, sending more of his pearly white semen to mix with her juices. His own body shuddered at the onslaught of his orgasm. His cock felt like it was on fire, he had never felt an orgasm as intense as this one. Gradually their motions came to a stop. Leigh's body relaxed against his as the last of his hot sperm filled her. She tingled from head to toe as he wrapped his arms around her. So different. She didn't want to get away from him, her impulse in the past. She wanted to lay with him, to stay with him. She went to rub her cheek against his and suddenly remembered the mask. It had become a part of her while he was in her. Now, she needed the courage to take it off, to pray he liked what he saw. She sat up a bit, feeling his fingers stroke her right shoulder. Up, down, diagonal, across. Ah, he had found her birthmark. It was just shy of being a perfect star. Before she could pull the mask over her head, he stopped his tracing and looked into her eyes. Something in his stare frightened her a little. He swallowed hard before he said, "Leigh? What is your middle name?" She cocked her head to the side and grinned, "Rachel. I was named after my grandmother." He groaned, "Oh, god," then closed his eyes behind the mask for a long moment. His voice cracked. "Mine is Alexander." A little panic filled her as she whispered, "Rick, is something wrong?" She felt the hand on her should slide down her arm. He took her hand into his and guided it to his shoulder. She stared a moment. An almost perfect star. As the implications sank in, he reached and pulled the mask from her head. Being separated from the second skin was unnerving as her mind strained to understand what was happening. As he leaned up and untied his own mask, she felt the tears come to her eyes. Richard Alexander, that was her twin brother's name. Alexander and Rachel were the grandparents that their middle names were derived from. For the both of them, it was like looking into a mirror. The eyes were exactly the same as was the nose. The same shaped mouth. It took a moment for the realization to sink past the post-orgasmic glow that they both shared. Leigh's face blanched as the realization sunk in. "That means that you are my..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. Downstairs at the party the clock was striking twelve, the bewitching hour on All Hallowed Eve. Luke looked at Missy. His boyish grin had been replaced with a depraved smile. Missy's face had changed as well. Gone was the face that Leigh would have recognized as her friend. The fresh, young look of beauty had been replaced with one of burning malevolence. "Do you think they know yet?" she growled. Luke smiled back, "Most certainly. It's been a long time coming but, it has been worth the wait." His toga tented out, displaying his sexual excitement. She got down on her knees and looked up into his eyes, "May I, master?" "Yes," Luke replied, his eyes burned red, as red as the flames of Hell. Lucifer looked down as one of his bitches of torment, Misery, took his phallus into her mouth. Please take the time to vote and comment on this entry.