3 comments/  59281 views/  3 favorites

Again

By: vargas111



"Hello, honey, I'm home," Allison called.

LW poked his head around the corner from the kitchen. "Just a minute, sweetie, the quiche is at a delicate stage. Sit down and rest; I'll be there in a jiffy." Allison sunk down into the sofa and smiled. The busty blonde was looking forward to one of LW's famous foot massages. After a day in 4" spike heels, she could use it. Her news could wait for later.

After several minutes LW came in and gazed almost in reverence at the beautiful creature resting on the couch with her eyes closed. With those 44D hooters, clearly displayed within a translucent blouse, the naturally curly hair, the long trim legs caressed by sheer high-tops, scarcely covered by one of the minis he had bought her, Allison looked more like a cheerleader turned fashion model than one of the country's top quantum physicists. She had never been a cheerleader, of course, even when he was playing football in high school. She had been too busy taking advanced math and college physics. She always came to the games to cheer for him, though even if she could never seem quite to get the hang of the rules.

Allison had become LW's steady from the Junior Prom and they had been together ever since. LW took a lot of ribbing from the other guys when they figured out that he was NOT fucking his (mentally AND physically) over-endowed girlfriend stupid, but LW figured Allison was worth any wait regardless of the length. Besides, it was only a matter of time or so he thought. To LW's great disappointment, Allison graduated with her cherry intact although by then she had agreed to let LW touch and occasionally to kiss her spectacular knockers.

They had both gone to State University, LW on a football scholarship. Allison, having won the National Merit Scholarship and scored 1600 on the SAT, could have gone anywhere, but she wanted to stay close to her LW. By their Junior year when LW was a starting linebacker, which university Allison attended was irrelevant. She was exchanging papers with Gell-Mann and Steven Hawkins and doing path-breaking work on the general solutions of the superstring equations. Although careful to guard her virginity, Allison was slowly coming to understand LW's needs. For graduation (he scraping by with a gentleman's C, she with magna cum laude, though never actually tasting any of the cum in the degree!) Allison rubbed him to orgasm in his pants.

LW's dreams of a pro football career never quite materialized but Allison said it didn't matter; her graduate fellowship was more than generous enough for a small apartment near Coolidge Corner from which she could take the "T" down to Cambridge. MIT was not a center for experimental quantum mechanics, but it had a fine a collection of mathematical minds and she found adequate stimulation for her doctorate. During graduate school Allison finally decided that the President was right, a blow job wasn't really sex and she could deal with all of LW's needs with her mouth. She drew the line, however at him trying to return the favor.

LW did not want to be a parasite on his brilliant girlfriend so he got a job in a restaurant -- at least that's what he told Allison. The establishment was really a male strip joint; LW's abs, pecs and delts made him one of the most popular performers. Soon Allison's boyfriend was bringing home almost as much in cash as she. Allison wondered a few times why LW never wanted them to have a meal at the restaurant where he earned such good tips, but she was too busy with the tricky points of eleven-dimension geometry to pay much attention.

Following her explanation of the six-fold symmetry of quarks, the money from grants and consultancies just poured in. Allison's Ph.D. oral examination consisted of her patiently trying to explain her results to a group of professors whose mathematical acumen was just not up to hers. With her Ph.D. in one hand and LW's rock-hard cock in the other, Allison at last agreed to set the wedding date with the longsuffering LW.

Of all the discoveries she had made, that very first orgasm, which she experienced on her honeymoon the instant LW's cock penetrated her soupy pus, was the most astounding. It was an epiphany; fellatio and getting her boobies felt up didn't even come close. LW must be a god to make her feel the ecstasy, the limitless bliss of climaxing over and over on his massive cock. For two weeks during the honeymoon, Allison didn't want to go outside the cottage; all she wanted to do was fuck. When LW couldn't fuck any more she had him eat her. His mouth on her pussy was almost as good as his cock in it and lasted so much longer! She was sorry she hadn't started this in junior high! ^ The sandy beaches of the small Caribbean islands were just a memory, not that the sex-crazed lovers had seen much of them, when the tired newlyweds returned to chilly Boston. Allison moved up the Charles River, taking a position in the Physics Department at Harvard. Not only was she the first woman to be appointed to a faculty position in that august department, but also the youngest and the only faculty member in any department with jugs whose vibrations registered on the university's seismograph.

To be near Allison, LW was content to continue working as a male go-go dancer by day and being Allison's boy-toy love joy by night. To his surprise, his income actually increased on the day shift as frustrated housewives came in to drool and fantasize over the hunky LW.

"Oh LW, baby, please, please take care of my aching feet," Allison moaned when she at last noticed LW standing looking at her. "What's wrong, sweetie poo?"

"I had to fill in for Professor Townes at the Senior seminar this afternoon and I was in front of the chalk board for two hours going over the fifth order differential equations that demonstrate boson-hadron symmetry."

"What's Bonston-Hardon Symentry," LW asked.

"Well you see ther are two kind of particles depening on their sipn. ... LW! It's 'boson-hadron,' not Boston-Hardon.'  You are as bad at those students. I mean, the boys SEEMED to be paying really close attention, but when I asked them to contribute, they were incoherent. And the women were all sullen. They just don't seem to have the same drive that I had when I was in school."

"Professor Townes" LW asked. "Isn't he the little short guy that lectures from a built-up platform?" 

"Yes, it's terrible, like being on a pedestal; there's no desk or anything. I had to leave my notes on the floor by the chalkboard. It always seemed to cause a commotion when I leaned over to pick up a new sheet."

"Maybe they were distracted by something," LW thought drooling at the thought of Allison bending over in that skirt. As happened frequently, she had forgotten to wear panties that day.

"Ooooh, that feels good, keep it up; I'm already beginning to feel better. Oh, my goodness, it's just my feet that are sore. Ummmm!  Well, yes my calves are little tense, but ... AHHH!  What are you doing with your other hand? You're turning me into a wanton hussy! Why just this morning, showing this young freshman how to properly look at the Reimann integral. Well, I just drew the squiggly little integral sign when I began to get a little wet between my legs. It reminded me of...stop it now, I'm hungry for some real food." 

"Come on dear and take a seat, I think that the quiche is ready. Here, I've prepared a nice mixed green and mesclun salad with my famous poblano chili dressing; you can start on that." 

"Oh LW, you really do spoil me!"

"Darling, you know that you are the moon and the stars to me. I lose myself in the ample flesh of your bosom and the warm channel of your inner being whose sweet nectar." 

"Ummm LW, you do say the sweetest things. The texture of this creamy quiche is quite exquisite dear. I just don't know how you do it, working all day in a restaurant and then coming home and pampering me so." 

"For you, I can't do enough."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Allison paused. The big moment had come. "I'm afraid you may have done a little too much."

"I don't understand?"

"I, er, went to that doctor you suggested and I ... have some news!" 

"News," LW said trying to suppress a grin, "what would that be?"

"Sweetheart, I hope you won't be upset. I don't know how it happened, but it looks like I'm ... a little ... pregnant! Here we are married for only seven weeks and we're going to have a baby. I'm so sorry I messed up."

"Oh, darling, that's most wonderful news that I've had since you said yes to marrying me."

"Do you mean it, LW? I was so worried you wouldn't understand. I went to the doctor just before lunch and he confirmed that my period wasn't just late. I told him I didn't understand how it happened, that I had been very careful each time after we made love. I always did what you told me, first letting you use that talented tongue of yours to clean out the extra cum - I told him you do produce a lot -- and then that waiting the full ten minutes before letting you inject my lovely honey pot with the contraceptive foam. Which reminds me, LW darling, are you sure that whipped cream is the best thing to use. I've seen other things they sell in the women's aisle in CVS. Anyway, the doctor looked at me with a weird smile and asked if I put the stuff in AFTER I had sex? 'Of course,' I said that way it takes care of all those pesky little spermies when they were weak from swimming. He kind of sighed and said never mind, I am as pregnant as the day is long."

"I can't wait to hear the patter of those little feet in this house. Come here and give me a big hug."

"Oh honey, I love you so much. Oh, what are you doing with your hand? 

*****

As happens with some, but not enough pregnant women, with her expanding waistline Allison experienced a corresponding expansion in her already phenomenal libido. At first this presented no problem because seeing his sexy wife with a delightful bulge in her formerly flat tummy and noting an increase in the size of her already ample bosom inspired LW to new heights, depths and frequency of passion. Eventually, however, certain physiological limits were reached and Allison found herself making do with an ever higher proportion of oral sex and, between classes, her vibrator. Of course this made her enjoy even more getting a real fuck and so, a month or so later.

*****

"Oh yes! Yess! I'm coming! I'm comiiiiiiinnnnnnggg," Allison squealed as she rode LW to her third orgasm of the night. Please darling hold on! Ummm, the oils of Venus are running, I think I feel another one."

"Sorry honey! I can't... I'm gonnna .ahrrrghhh!" LW groaned as the flood of Allison's warm pussy juice and clinching vagina pushed the poor man over the edge.

A few minutes later a panting, almost comatose LW was cradled against Allison's soft breasts drifting rapidly toward sleep when Allison whispered, "LW, darling?"

"Mmmffph"

"Sweetie!"

"Uh huh?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Lu'me."

"That's good, sweetheart, because I have a little confession to make"

"Huh?" LW grunted with more interest than before.

"I was a little bit of a bad girl."

"Bad girl?" LW asked, opening an eye for the first time.

"Yeah. You remember that student faculty retreat last weekend?"

"How could I forget? You attacked me as soon as you got back. You were almost insane with lust after two days without sex!" LW smiled, remembering the envious and incredulous looks on his friends' faces at work when he told them about the night of his wife's arrival.

"Yes, I was pretty worked up, honey, but it wasn't exactly from lack of sex."

"Not from lack of sex?" LW was sitting bolt upright now.

"No, honey, something just ... happened. We were all sitting around in the living room-den of Prof. Townes's cabin and everyone had been drinking a little too much, I guess. I had a second glass of wine and you know how that knocks me for a loop!"

"Yes. Go on," LW said with growing apprehension.

"Well I was sitting next to Olga Bohrlaggen that visiting professor from Kiev listening to her problems attracting men. I was telling her that she was actually quite attractive if she'd show a little more of her leg and some cleavage. Well, I guess I had my hand in her blouse demonstrating that she actually had very nice boobs when suddenly she started kissing me. I was so shocked I didn't react at first and by the time I did she had her mouth on my nipples and a hand in my twat."

"But Allison, you know what happens when I."

"Oh, LW, so you do understand! I just love you so much!" Allison exclaimed. "I really didn't know what I was doing. I was coming to beat the band in no time and then somehow we were naked and my head was between Olga's legs doing to her gushing pussy what she was doing to mine! It. it was wonderful, but I felt so guilty having sex outside our marriage!"

"Allison, baby, Allison," LW said sympathetically. "Don't worry. You're just a very big sexy girl and those pregnant hormones have you hornier than ever. You just sort of 'overflowed.' Most guys would kill to have such a sexy wife."

"Oh, LW, I'm so glad you feel that way, especially considering what happened next."

"Happened next?" LW asked, no longer smiling so indulgently.

"Yes. I don't know how long Olga and I had been going at it or how much noise we were making, but when we looked up Prof. Townes and all the guys from the seminar were staring at us and shucking their clothes. Olga started giggling saying they were going to fuck us. She crawled off of me and got down on her hand and knees and said OK which one was going to be first. Two of the astrophysicists were on her like a positrom anilalating an electron and then somebody else shouted he had to have some of that 'hot blonde bitch.'"

"Before I even realized they were talking about me, someone was positioning my ass in the air like Olga's and Professor Townes was sliding his cock into me. 'Don't worry honey; I'll be gentle on account of the baby,' he whispered as he started to fuck me. I'm sorry, honey but I started coming again on every third or forth stroke. It had been almost a whole day since you were in me that morning and seeing two guys going at Olga and her sucking off a third was kind of exciting, too. He's not as good as you, darling, but he had a nice rhythm going and I was starting to really enjoy it when he came in me and just fell off. I didn't have much time to worry about him because the cock of a guy working on solid state was in a pretty solid state itself. He had it in me before I had recovered from my last orgasm and soon I was screaming again. I was so embarrassed the way I was behaving. I hope you're not mad."

"My God, Allison! You had sex with a woman and let two men fuck you?"

"Oh, no, honey, it was a lot more than two. You know how unequal the sex ratio is in the physics department. Of course by then several of the other women had joined in and were helping out with the fucking, but there were so many of them, we each must have had to take on at least five or six. Then, too, some of them can get it up again almost as quickly, as you can. I must have got fucked ten or fifteen times. I wasn't counting. So you can see why I was so wound up when I got home. I'm so sorry!"

"Let me see if I understand this, Allison," LW said, "You mean several men pointed this pretty ass of yours to the ceiling like THIS," he grunted, grasping her by her hips, "and started doggie FUCKING you like THIS?"

"Yessss darling, just like that, but nobody had such a big ... UUUUUhh. That feels so good honey. Fuck me LW! Please oooohh, yes! Like that! Yes, yes! So you're not angry? Yes! Harder baby Ohoohohoooooooiiieeee!"

As she slipped into a sated slumber Allison thought that if the men in the physics department fucked like LW, all the women and not just Olga and two of the Assistant professors would have been knocked up that weekend.

Allison slept late the next day. Seldom had LW fucked her with such abandon, making her come so many times and so hard. When she awoke, her hunky husband had breakfast on a tray for her. She was almost finished when she realized the LW was just watching. "Honey, have you already eaten?" LE shook his head and grinned. "So what are you having for breakfast," Allison asked.

LW's grin got bigger. "You!" he growled and crawled between his wife's delicious thighs. Apparently her transgressions were forgotten as LW applied his skillful tongue to Allison's needful pussy. The young wife lost track of the number of times she came as her loving husband licked and sucked and tongued her to one orgasm after another. She felt like a dishrag when he finished with her and pulled her into a romantic spoon. "Oh Allison, I love you so much," he whispered.

"I know, sweetheart, and you've proven it," she grinned, pulling his hand to her expanding tummy.

"I do adore you, Allison, but, well, THAT doesn't prove it."

Allison was not normally a suspicious female, but she was female and her ear caught a hint of something more in LW's words. "Oh, do you mean you have given big bellies to women you do NOT adore?" she asked jokingly, but listened carefully for the reply. LW regretted wandering into this conversation, but he could not actually lie to his precious Allison. "You don't know much about "Rooters," do you honey?"

"No. Only that you come home smelling of stale cooking oil and cigarette smoke. It must be a very unhealthful place. I'd never go there when I'm preggy."

"I'd hope not. Do you know who does go there? And why my 'tips' are so good?"

"Perhaps you should tell me," Allison replied, growing more concerned.

LW explained that Rooters is a male strip bar and lots of frustrated wives go there for excitement. Often they pay extra to have LW or one of the other studs fuck them. Yes, they use condoms; LK isn't stupid and would not risk infecting his Allison, but sometimes the women are so overwhelmed by getting fucked for the first time in weeks or months, they take the condoms and cram the sperm into their pussies. Several have gotten pregnant that way. 

Allison was rather disgusted at first, but then become empathetic, imagining how she would feel if she could not get fucked even for several days and then were in a bar with a man that looked like LW. She, too, would let him fuck her. Allison told LW that he could keep the job as long as he left enough cum in his ball sack to keep her happy at night. 

"That shouldn't be a problem," said LW, "I've just perfected a diet that will keep the love juice plentiful and flowing."

"Do tell," said Allison, hungrily thinking of all the sweet spunk that came from LW's hard straw.

"Not just yet, I'm waiting for the patent application to clear."

Grasping LW's swollen member and staring at the milky white juice oozing from its tip, Allison remarked "well, we better give this invention another taste test, just to make sure that it's working."

Comments, please to: Homer Vargas

Again



Your arm is beginning to go numb. Here on the floor with your wrists fixed behind you its impossible to lie comfortably. You want to move, but your arms are attached to your collar and moving is difficult and besides, you know I haven't given you permission. You would like to get up, but you're not sure your legs would hold you.

You wonder if it's over. You're aware of me sitting back on the sofa on the other side of the room, watching you. Now that I've had what I wanted, perhaps I'll let you go. Perhaps that's what I'm waiting for, the moment to release you.

The marks left by the crop are starting to sting again. The one on the right side is being made worse by pressure from the carpet where you're lying. But the other feels livid too. You make a mental audit of your body. Your breasts are feeling better now that the clamps have gone and the first wave of pain has left you. In fact as soon as I started to work on you again it seemed to fade, or not to matter, or rather it still mattered but became part of the sensations that were sweeping over you and not something to be feared but welcomed. Not for the first time you begin to marvel at the way the lines can blur between pain and pleasure.

Your lips are a little bruised where I drove into you. You're surprised to find the tenderness down there is not unwelcome, and part of you is already missing the cock that did this to you, as if you wanted it back to bruise you some more. But strangest of all are the sensations that marked the end of your anal virginity. The opening was not merely physical. It's as if surrendering part of yourself, giving way to the invasion of my cock, has opened another door inside. You have nothing else to hold back, and no desire to hold back. You have opened like a flower and the feeling, despite your physical discomfort, fills you with a joy you can't describe.

"Angie".

My voice takes you by surprise, so wrapped up have you been in the sensations of your body.

"Yes?"

"Come here."

You begin to move to work yourself into a position where you can get to your feet.

"No. Not like that."

Your mind is racing.

"I don't understand…"

You look across the room – at the expanse of carpet that separates you from where I'm sitting, watching your reaction.

"You want me to crawl?"

I watch you carefully.

You try to move.

"But I can't. I can't move. I need my hands."

"Yes you can. You just have to try harder. "

You try again. This time you manage to reach the wall where you're lying with your legs. You find a purchase and push yourself away from the wall. The pain in the mark on your leg shoots through you as you drag it across the carpet. 

"I can't do it!"

You're breathing heavily. You look up to see me watching you, unmoved. You have no choice. You roll onto your back to see if this makes things easier. But your hands are crushed under you. It's hopeless. With some effort you manage to roll over until you're face down on the floor. Exhausted with the effort, you rest your cheek on the carpet for a moment. Why are you doing this, you wonder? Why? After a few moments you lift your head to look at me. I'm watching you with what seems like complete detachment..


You take a deep breath and begin to squirm from side to side like a snake, driving yourself forward. You can't tell if you're moving, perhaps a few inches you decide, but now your sore breasts are protesting, as your nipples drag on the pile of the carpet. And then suddenly it's all too much. You've done what I asked, you've let me tie you up, and beat you and fuck you everywhere it's possible to be fucked and now you've had enough.

"No!" 

You raise your head again to make sure I understand. "Enough. I've fucking had it, all right? I'm not going to drag myself across this fucking carpet for you or anybody else, now get over here and undo my hands – now!"

You lie there breathing hard. I haven't moved. My expression hasn't changed. I'm sitting there just as I was before watching you.

You speak slowly and carefully. "If – you – don't – get over here right now and undo these cuffs.." But you know before you've finished speaking that I'm not going to move. And then something surges up inside you, an anger you didn't know you had and suddenly you're thrashing about on the floor determined by the sheer force of your rage to break free. You don't care if you hurt yourself, you don't care what happens just so long as you can get out of this and start inflicting pain on me.

And then I'm there beside you, holding you.

"It's all right," I say. "Everything's all right."

And exhausted by your rage you lie still.

"Please.." you say. "Please."

I stroke your cheek. Brush away the tears. "Everything's going to be just fine." I'm smiling at you. You're breathing hard. But feel yourself start to relax. Despite yourself, the touch of my hand on you is calming. You no longer want to hurt me. Just for it to be over.

And I hold your head and look into your eyes for a moment. "Crawl, Angie. Do it for me." And then let your head rest gently on the floor and return to my seat.

It takes you a long time to cross to where I'm sitting. When you looked back on it, you can't believe it was possible. You arrived, sore and exhausted, unable to see because of the tears. But you make it at last. You can feel your face against my legs.

Then I lift you from the floor, undo the cuffs and hold you.

"You see? You see what you can do when you try?"

You don't understand it, you don't know why, but you reach your ams round my neck and want me to hold you. And I do, and stroke your hair, and tell you how brave you've been until you're calm again and can look into my eyes. I'm smiling. I kiss you lightly on the lips.

"Now."

Brush a strand of hair from your eye.

"Shall we go on?"

For a long time you say nothing. Surely after everything that's happened, I'm not asking for more? Your heart is pounding. You struggle to come to terms with the rush of emotion. And then the word just comes out of you. You weren't even aware you were going to speak. I'm smiling down at you now. At the answer I knew was going to come.



Again



Edited by Angel Love

*

You arrive just in time, I'd had a stressful day and my body was full of tension. All I wanted to do was relax and enjoy some good company. There you are standing at the door with a beautiful bunch of wildflowers and a bottle of wine. I invite you in with just a smile and you follow me to the kitchen so I can find a vase and wine glasses. As you open the wine I arrange the flowers and thank you with a small kiss. 

We move into the lounge room with our wine. I sit on the lounge and you start kneading my shoulders, relieving me of all the stress I held. Your hands are like magic, warm and gentle, yet firm and strong. I relax into your massage, closing my eyes, letting my mind drift away. I feel your breath on my neck and sense your closeness, my arousal instant. I feel your hands move down my neck to my chest, then inside my top where you find my hardening nipples. Your soft kisses send what feels like electric shocks through me. I turn my head and see the longing in your eyes; I know you see mine too. You walk around the lounge, take my hand and help me up then sweeping me up into your arms; I wrap my arms around your neck, feeling dizzy with anticipation.

You carry me into the bedroom and lay me gently on the bed. Your eyes never leaving mine you unbutton my blouse allowing easy access to my breasts now afire from your touch. Your desires are apparent, as you quickly remove the rest of my clothes, leaving me naked on the bed burning with desire for you. I watch you as you remove your clothes revealing yourself to me. I beckon you to me. You move closer, lean down and kiss me, your lips crushing mine, and your tongue forces my lips apart where you find mine eager to explore your mouth.

You stop caressing my breast and move your hand down my body leaving a tingling trail to my mound already hot and throbbing from desire. I reach for your cock, now so hard, I wrap my fingers around your shaft, pulling you, and a low guttural moan escapes you as I pull you harder and faster. I use your pre-cum to moisten your now throbbing cock. 

You push open the lips to my pussy and fondle my clit. A small moan escapes me at your touch. You kiss me harder, your tongue exploring and dancing with mine faster, your finger then slides inside me. I raise myself to you wanting you further in me, you thrust with your finger, I match you, feeling the wonder of just your finger inside me. You pause from your kisses long enough for me to whisper, I want you. Without a moments hesitation you move onto the bed covering my body with yours, I gasp as your finger is replaced by your hard cock. 

You enter me, sliding your cock in my hot wet pussy. Again I raise myself to you wanting you in me fully. You pump me slowly allowing me to feel you completely going in. My head spins; all thought lost. We easily find our rhythm as you thrust deeper into me, our desire leading us on, harder and faster. We are breathing in time. We are one. I look at your eyes; hazy with lust. I feel your cock swell and feel it throb as I know you're about to explode as am I. Instinctively I grab your arse and pull you fully into me as I climax like never before. I feel your juices flow into me, filling me, my juices mix with yours as my orgasm floods through me. We shudder in unison as we cum together. You collapse onto me totally spent, our bodies shining with perspiration, our breathing ragged. 

It is then that I realize I am at my computer, but how could this be? It was real I know it was. I feel myself wet from cumming. My computer screen tells me that you are as awed as me at the intensity of our cyber love making. I watch as you type bye, telling me you have to go but promising to come online again tomorrow. I sit there stunned for another 5 minutes, feeling contented and satisfied.

I feel a touch on my hand; I rouse from sleep, realizing that it was all a dream, a wonderful dream, knowing I will revisit our first cyber encounter over and over again in my dreams. 



Again



She was curled up beside him on the couch, her legs tucked under her, while they watched the evening news. She hated to admit she was bored out of her mind, she disliked watching all the bad things in the world. She wasn't certain if he were following the current story about a fire that'd broken out that morning on the other side of the city, she couldn't tell because he really didn't react to it, he just absorbed it. She was restless. Every now and again he'd shake his head in disgust but that was his only reaction to anything he saw.

Instead of paying attention to the program she studied his features. Deep brown eyes set under dark lashes. He had spiky hair so brown it almost was black and his jaw line showed traces of scruff. His were very kissable lips and he'd had a mostly fair complexion. He'd not bothered to change out of his office clothes before dinner so here he sat in his slacks and shirt, though the tie was long gone and several top buttons of his shirt were open. Despite the professional attire, silver rings gleamed in his earlobes and tattoos that surfaced on his forearms were visible beneath his cuffed up shirt. Tell tale signs of his life away from his office. She wondered if he knew she was watching him so, though he gave no sign or noticing her at all.

In a way she was feeling a bit wicked. An impulse stole into her brain and before she could convince herself to ignore it, she acted instead. She leaned herself towards him and placed a single brush of a kiss on his neck and then quickly withdrew. For a moment he gave no indication that he'd felt a thing and she experienced a pang of disappointment. She turned her eyes back to the television just as he cut it off with the remote. He kept his eyes trained on the now lifeless television set and said to her in a clipped tone: "Again." 

She was slow to react and he said it another time before she picked up his intention. She was slower this time knowing he was focusing on her. She leaned up as before and brushed her lips lightly along his neck and started to withdraw. He now said it a third time: "Again." She took a deep breath and stole herself yet closer to him and dared to put one hand on his knee for balance as she leaned up and gave his neck another longer, slower kiss. This time he responded by closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the couch giving her full access to his throat. The message was clear, and she took him up on the generous offer. She began to lave him with licks and kisses both playful and passionate. She trailed her lips over his neck time and time again nearly intoxicating herself with the taste of his skin. Finally she got brave and gave him a series of wet licks before scraping her teeth across his throat and then she moved up and kissed his jaw, his cheek, his chin and finally, tentatively his mouth. 

It was the slightest feather of a kiss, she brushed her lips over his softly. She was about to kiss him again when his hand struck out lightning quick and suddenly he had a fistful of her hair. He jerked her head back sharply and leaned forward breathing hot air into her ear. He tightened his grip on her head with his left hand while he used his right pull her over to him, straddling his lap. She let out a tight whine and he chuckled before whispering in her ear "My turn." His lips then trailed down her neck until they reached the hollow of her throat. He ran his tongue along the sensitive area briefly before ascending up her neck again. This time giving her soft, gentle kisses. She had just begun to relax in his grip when his teeth sunk into her flesh. She cried out in pain and tried to wiggle free. He jerked her head roughly to the side while he wrapped his arm around her hips to still her squirming. He then ground his teeth harder into her skin, he was just on the cusp of drawing blood when suddenly he released her.

He leaned back again and stared at her with great satisfaction. She was thoroughly flustered and this pleased him. She was still trying to catch her breath as he ran his hands lazily up her denim covered thighs. Then he said to her in a nonchalant tone, "I'm sorry, I thought you were feeling frisky. Was that an incorrect assumption?" She didn't respond because she was still a tangle of nerves. Her breathing hadn't slowed and she was desperately trying to recover. He grew impatient awaiting a response so he slid his hands under her tank top and seized both tiny nipples at the same time. He twisted them roughly causing her to toss her head back and emit a strangled scream. He spoke slowly punctuating each word with a fresh twist of the delicate flesh between his fingers. "I... expect... immediate... answers... when... I... ask... you... a question." The last pinch almost made her black out and she struggled against the darkness. 

"Yes..." was all she could pant. He released her nipples and raked his fingernails down her ribs. If her shirt wasn't in the way he'd have been able to see the lovely welts that trailed behind his nails. Finally she dared to open her eyes and look at him.

"Yes?" he questioned. "Is that all you can say? Did you or did you not start this?" He gripped the hem of her top and begun to lift it exposing her belly and then her chest, finally ever so slowly he eased it all the way over her head and tossed it aside. He gazed and her battered breasts for the slightest moment before letting out a sound of animal lust and took one red hot nipple between his lips. He soothed it with his tongue for the briefest time before letting go and resuming his place leaned against the cushions, gazing at her face. After another empty moment he reached his hand up to her neck and wrapped his fingers around her slender throat. "You forget my dear, that I am still waiting for a proper answer?"

He started to press his thumb to her windpipe just as she blurted out "Forgive me! I'm sorry I disturbed your program!"

He released her throat and let out a hearty laugh though his eyes remained hardened. He responded, "No worries, love. I rather enjoy it when you can't keep your hands off of me." He placed his palms on either side of her face and pulled her to him in a deep yet gentle kiss that lasted many moments. When he released her again he said "So again, were you not frisky?"

She didn't hesitate this time before saying, "Yes... I wanted you."

He smiled at her with all the tenderness she drew from him. He'd go to his grave before ever admitting she affected him so. Gently he brushed her cheek with his finger while he said, "Good girl." His finger trailed down her cheek, then her neck, her shoulder, between her breasts before progressing to her left nipple again. His touch was so light she might have been imagining it. His eyes bore into her as he said, "Since you are so impatient tonight get to work."

She stalled a moment not knowing quite what he meant. She dared to utter, "Sir?"

He rolled his eyes at her hesitation. "Must I always spell it out? Fine, I'll make it very clear. If my cock isn't down your throat in the next ten seconds I will thrash you like never before."

Her jaw dropped at his blunt response. It was unusual for him to speak to her so roughly and she was a bit distracted by it. She wondered if she'd truly angered him. Her thoughts were broken but his sharp tone: "Ten... nine..." Dear God he was counting!

She immediately snapped out of her musings and slid from his lap. She settled on her knees before him and reached for the button of his slacks. In a moment she had it open and the zipper down, as she heard "Eight..." She parted his pants and was struggling to ease them over his hips. He was amused by her flustered behavior, he loved keeping her on the edge. He told her, "Don't panic, if you need help, ask for it... Seven, by the way." 

In desperation she raised her eyes to his and said, "Sir, please."

He grinned and said "Since you asked so nicely." He then aided her by raising his hips up so she could slide his trousers down a bit. She grabbed the band on his boxers pulling them along too just as he said, "Six... five..." Once he was free she wasted no time grabbing for him with her small hand and sliding him into her mouth. "Four," he was saying as her lips closed over his head. 

She gazed up at him hoping he'd be pleased but he just gave her an impatient headshake. "I said down your throat, slut, not just inside your mouth. You better work it... Three." She frantically ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft praying she could make it happen. It was clear he was in no mood tonight for her to falter. She closed her eyes to concentrate and wet him with every bit of saliva she had and then taking him further to the back of her mouth. She heard "Two..." It was the moment of truth, she relaxed her jaw as much as she could, cursing him for being so endowed, and then held her breath while swallowing him down. She worked her muscles again and again willing herself not to gag. Finally his cock head slid into her throat just as she distantly heard him mutter, "One... God... yes!" 

She felt a twinge of pride at his guttural moan which was short lived because his hands were suddenly in her hair pulling her tighter down him until she was pressed as close to his pelvis as space would allow. She breathed in his masculine scent through her nose and continued working her throat muscles. He let out a gasp and said "You're so tiny, I swear I never know where you put it all." Finally he released his hold on her a bit giving her the freedom to work him to her own accord. She pulled back the slightest bit and slid her hands up his thighs to rest on his hips. She pulled him forward more and took another great swallow of his cock. He let out a growl and threw his head back reveling in the tightness of her throat. She smiled and let out a moan of her own satisfaction at pleasing him. She continued to slide back and forth over his cock only moving a fraction of an inch with each thrust. As she fucked him with her throat he grew tense. She took in a shaky breath through her nose and almost gagged but corrected it before he noticed. The head of his cock was rubbing constantly the back of her throat and he was on the verge of bursting. Just when she was certain he was going to cum down her throat he let out a loud breath and pulled her hair back firmly but without causing her pain. It was his turn to pant as he said "Let go, you greedy bitch." With the greatest of care she slowly eased him out of her mouth and licked him from base to tip catching a drop of his fluid on her tongue. He gave a shudder and she wanted to tease him further, but decided against it. Instead settled back on her heels and looked up at him with her own lust filled eyes.

He looked deeply into those eyes as he reached down for her hands pulled her to her feet before him. He directed her open his shirt and remove it while he himself opened her blue jeans and pushed them to the floor. She stepped out of them while pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. She so badly wanted to kiss him, bury herself into his chest, anything to be pressed tight to his body. Instead she behaved and waited for him. He gazed at her for a few moments knowing that making her wait was torture. Finally he leaned forward and hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and very slowly pulled them down over her hips. He then slid his fingers around to her ass and squeezed briefly before pushing her panties down further, finally they fell to the floor joining her jeans and leaving her completely exposed to him. He took his time looking over her body. He noted her still hardened, yet hurt nipples. The blush over her shoulders and chest. Her pale, flat tummy that led to narrow hips. Her lovely legs and dainty feet. 

He finally stood before her and pulled her mouth up to his in a searing kiss. She felt his hard erection press into her belly and moaned into his mouth. After a while of kissing she grew anxious, yet again, and wrapped her hands around his hips daring to push his pants and boxers all the way to the floor. He reacted with a growl and nipped her throat. "Always so impatient." He muttered into her ear while taking a step forward and pushing her along with him. He stepped out of his shed trousers and then fell to his knees before her. He put both hands on her slim hips and licked her naval. He then slipped one hand down her thigh and caressed her gently from the knee up, sliding ever so slowly between her thighs parting them to his touch. She closed her eyes and shuddered as his index finger tripped along her smooth lips gauging her moisture. Without warning he ducked down and ran his tongue into her pussy sucking and lapping and her delicate flesh. She cried out in sudden shock and grabbed his shoulders for balance. 

He used his tongue to tease her expertly and it wasn't long at all until her head was tossed back in wild abandon. He took great pride when she began grinding her cunt shamelessly into his mouth. He knew he could make her cum in a matter of seconds if he chose to. He was very skilled with his oral ministrations and she was putty in his hands. He spread her thighs further and pulled one of them over his shoulder opening her pussy wider to his tongue. 

She clung to him in desperation and began to whimper small sounds of need. Her mind was reeling, it wasn't often he gifted her with his tongue and she delighted in his generosity tonight. The feel of his rough jaw only added to her ecstasy as he scraped her soft inner folds with his whiskered cheeks. She was there, just on the precipice of exploding. He'd locked his lips around her clit and was flicking it relentlessly with his tongue. That one small spot, over and over and over. She rocked against him feverishly and he pulled her tight to his face wrapping both arms around her to secure her to him. She was thankful for this because when the orgasm hit she'd lose her footing, and he was going to catch her, keep her close to him. She was so close now, she could feel it ready to burst inside of her, if he'd just give her a little bit more. And there it was. Her mouth fell open with the start of a deep moan as it began, she felt the flood open and began to shake and tremble. Then suddenly it was gone.

Her eyes snapped open and her quavering body was disoriented as he pulled his mouth from her and let her foot fall to the carpet. She looked down at him with confusion as he gave her a wry laugh. "Didn't think you were actually going to get to cum did you? You will earn that tonight my dear." She was still recovering her breath so she just nodded in a complete daze. He gave her an evil smile and said, "Turn around." Slowly she did and was very still awaiting his next command. A few long seconds ticked by before she felt his tongue on the back of her thigh slowly ascending up to her ass. He nibbled and licked her left cheek for a few moments before withdrawing his mouth. He then struck her ass with his hand giving her a shock as his hand contacted the wet saliva. She sucked in a breath of surprise braced herself for the next blow. Instead he wrapped his hands around her hips pulling her down to the floor, "On your knees," he was saying. 

She fell to the floor on her knees and felt him immediately pushing her legs further apart. He raised her hips and pushed her forward so she was resting on her hands with her back very straight. Then he pressed himself along the length of her back to suck on her shoulder and neck before whispering in her ear. "I want you to pay very close attention. You will open your eyes." She did as he asked and listened intently for his next order. He didn't say anything else, he just backed away from her removing himself from her completely. It was deathly quiet for a full minute before the television clicked on in front of her. She turned to look at him behind her but he quickly smacked her ass in the very spot he'd already assaulted that evening. "I said to pay attention!" 

She forced her eyes forward and settled them on the television, the news program still in progress. Behind her she heard his very measured voice saying "I want you to watch and listen, if you become distracted you will pay for it later." She wasn't quite certain what he meant but knew better than to question. She took a deep breath and figured he was going to finish watching his show despite her attempt to engage in any other activities this evening. Her punishment would be to endure the rest of the evening naked before him, to be ignored by him as he did so.

She couldn't have been more wrong. 

She watched the man and woman anchor telling them about a community fundraiser for a local church that would take place on Saturday morning. They were just about to give out the phone number for contact information when she was startled by his touch. He'd deftly slipped his finger between her legs and was pressing her clit gently. She arched her back in surprise and bit her lip. The smack again. Harder this time then the others, though in the same irritating spot. He didn't speak though, she'd already been warned. His finger slipped the full length of her slit and she battled to ignore it as she focused on the man giving a traffic report. She was doing well until his finger pressed lower to her opening and he forced it into her tight, yet wet opening. Unable to resist she pushed back against his hand and braced herself for the punishing blow on her ass. He didn't strike her though, he was actually starting to work a second finger into her pussy, as well as returning his mouth to her clit. She forced herself to ignore his touches as much as she could, knowing it was going to be a long evening.

They went on like this for almost forty-five minutes. She worked hard to keep her attention where it belonged while he maddeningly teased her with his fingers and mouth. Finally the program ended and pulled away from her body to shut off the television. He admired her trembling before him, she was covered with light sweat from fighting her arousal. Her scent filled the air and she was deliciously eager for him. His arousal hadn't faltered either, he was harder now then when she was sucking him. He knew he was playing her enough to make her insane, and that just turned him on more. It would be worth it, he'd make certain of that for both of them.

He stroked himself briefly while watching her try to remain still. Finally he shuffled up behind her and grabbed her by the hair pulled her up him inch by inch. He wrapped one arm around her, just under her breasts and the other he returned to her clit, toying with her still leaking pussy. She felt his cock slip up against her opening and she groaned and prayed he'd soon fill her and end the torture. He leaned down and said to her, "Let's see what you learned. Now, how many cars were involved in the pile up on the freeway this morning?"

She almost panicked, she couldn't believe he meant to quiz her! She desperately searched her brain for the answer. Thankfully it came to her and she blurted out, "Twenty!"

He removed his fingers from her clit to lace them in her hair. He twisted her head back to him and rewarded her correct response with a tongue sweeping kiss while at the same time slipping the head of his cock just inside her pussy. She felt him breech her just barely and moaned into his mouth. She wasn't able to move to take more of him inside her because he held her still around the waist with his one arm. She worked to impale herself on him while she breathed into his kiss, "More, please..."

He tightened his hold on her keeping her still. "Not yet," he murmured. "Next: name the new principal of the elementary school."

This she knew instantly and she said to him, "James Porter."

He wedged another inch of his cock into her pussy and said, "Excellent, little one." He smiled at her slutty moan and returned his one hand to working her clit. "How long has the Highway Department been on strike?"




Again



She thought about this one a while and he was patient in his waiting. He licked at her neck where the bruise was forming from his earlier attack there. He ran the tip of his tongue along his own teeth impressions to amuse himself. Finally she said to him a little hesitantly, "Two days?"

Instead of speaking he thrust his hips further into her backside, imbedding himself another inch into her slick, tight core. Still he was only partially inside of her. She pressed herself tightly back against his chest and her head fell on his shoulder. "God ..." she moaned, making him smile again.

"When is the holiday parade downtown?"

She froze against him and her eyes flew open. There was a holiday parade? She couldn't recall that at all! She vaguely remembered something about the malls and Christmas shopping, so it was likely during that time someone mentioned it. Where was her brain? She couldn't for the life of her recall a date. It must have been said during the segment he chose to slide his tongue all the way insider her pussy, nearly making her cum. She remembered partially something about Christmas, but she just couldn't manufacture the date for the life of her. Nothing to do but guess.

"December 17th?"

He let out of sound of disapproval and said, "Incorrect." He punctuated this statement by pulling back his hips from her, thus withdrawing an inch of his cock. Agony. She thought she was going to scream with frustration.

This torture went on, unabated for quite some time. Question after question would result in him filling her drenched pussy with more of his gorgeous cock, or pulling it away. Finally he noted her on the verge of madness. She was trying to answer all questions as best as she could, and she'd gotten most all of them correct. He knew he had to end this when she at one point answered a question wrong but he couldn't control his own lust to warrant pulling away from her slick, hot warmth. Which meant if he were about to lose control, she must be ready to shatter.

He was buried a bit less than half inside her and he held tight to her as she quaked against his chest. He said to her in a gruff whisper. "You've done well. I am proud of you. Final question: What color was the Weather Man's tie?"

She was exhausted and frustrated with him. Not to mention almost sick with the need to be filled with his cock. She let out a groan of annoyance which he let slide. She expected to be reprimanded for being bitchy but instead he just patiently waited. She took in a deep breath trying to recall the damn weather report and what color she saw the guy in. The intake of breath raised her up along his shaft and he himself let out an exquisite sound. She reveled in that for a moment dreading what he'd do if she failed to answer this last question correct. Send her to bed without sating her, probably. She didn't want to think about it. And that's when it came to her and she called out with almost glee, "None! He didn't wear a tie!"

The moment the answer escaped her lips (and it was a correct one at that) he dug his fingers into her hips slamming her down the full length of his cock. Filling her completely and stretching her to the point of pain. She felt the head of his cock slam into her sensitive cervix and let out a gasp of pain and pleasure mixed. He stayed put in her only a moment enjoying her liquid heat before pushing her forward with his pent up lust and forcing her to her hands and knees again. She braced herself as he withdrew almost completely and slammed into her again. He muttered something she couldn't understand, all she could do was feel him rocking in and out of her with almost lightning speed. She buried her head in her arms and her shoulders touched the carpet as well as he used her. He straightened up on his knees and continued to fuck her with every ounce of strength he possessed. Over and over he filled her, each time as deep and as hard as he was able. She cried out with the mix of pain and ecstasy only he could give her. 

Each pump of his hips was beginning to spread her thighs further apart. She felt herself sagging under his weight. She was so exhausted she didn't know if she could hold herself up any longer, let alone think about her release. All she was good for now was being used by him. Fucked deep and hard as suited him. With each thrust he'd growl deep in his throat and she knew that meant he was beyond reach. She knew any moment he was going to cum, still he thrust harder, deeper if it were possible. Nearly splitting her with his brut force. She waited.

He was not completely gone. He was filled with blind lust yes, but he was not unaware of her. So soft in his hands, so tender inside against his hard cock. So giving, so yielding. So utterly his. He felt her knees slip further sending them both closer to the floor and he realized he was likely driving her into oblivion. They would both ache in the morning, a price they were both obviously willing to pay. Still, though he was unable to stop the force of his fucking he could at least slow down. He grabbed her hips tight and pulled her back to him and started to grind into her with all his might. She let out a gasp and he immediately felt her get even wetter. He growled at her between his clenched teeth, "Cum." She only gushed at his command, but her release didn't show. He grinded harder into her and slid and hand up her back and pressed put it on the back of her neck. She tensed and he knew she picked up on his power as he continued his rough fucking. He slowly spat out, "You... will... cum."

That did it, beneath him she shattered into a thousand bits. She trembled and quaked beneath his thrusts. She literally saw stars behind her closed eyes at the power of the thing that consumed her. It wasn't a long orgasm but intense and she recovered to feel him push her hips slightly forward as he withdrew and resumed his strokes in and out of her battered body. It wasn't long now until they changed from smooth and strong to wild and short. He was grunting now as he rutted in and out of her, demanding she took what he gave. Finally the tightness that had been coiled in his loins was unleashed. He tossed his head back sharply as it took him over and he came strong, jerking over and over inside of her.

He collapsed then on top of her, both of them giving in to the weight of him. He panted above her briefly before recovering enough to roll onto his side and brush her hair from her eyes. He feared she was gone, that he'd pushed her too hard and she'd withdrawn. It was something he had to be ever careful of: she was tiny, he was not. It always frightened him a bit and he needed to know she was okay. "Eyes," he said a bit too shakily for his own liking. But he didn't care, he'd recover from that later. Slowly her lashes fluttered up and he gazed at her grey eyes, which gleamed silver with fresh tears. "Angel," he whispered pulling her into his arms and kissing her gently. When he pulled away he saw despite her tears she was smiling and glowing just a bit. He uttered a sigh of relief.

She reassured him with gentle kisses of her own. After all, this is what she lived for, being loved by him. Possessed by him. He returned her smile with one of his own and pulled her tighter to his chest. Finally when they'd both fully recovered she leaned up, kissed his mouth lightly and said while peering into his dark eyes, "Again?"



Again



The pen left thick, inky black swoops on the page as Abbie breathed in the warm desert night air at the outdoor cafe. It was the first real day of her summer vacation, she had departed the stifling heat of the Tucson summer for a more moderate mountain locale. It was to be the first stop on her, as she called it, "summer of freedom". 

As a high school art teacher, she didn't make so much that it was something she could do every summer. But she'd worked hard for the last five years, lived frugally, and now had a tidy sum and a rickety old van to take her where she wished. For the time being, she was content to doodle in her journal and enjoy all that Flagstaff had to offer.

She slipped slowly on her chai, and hardly broke concentration from her latest sketch. Some sort of women emerged on the page, an angel perhaps, but whether she fell or rose was impossible to discern. Her pen strokes were practiced and elegant, yet flowed from her hand with a spontaneous thrust. This was the connection that she longed for with pen and ink, one that too often eluded her.

Although there were people and conversations all around her, they did not penetrate her concentration. That is, until she sensed that she was being starred at. She tried to brush it off but the pen wouldn't let her; with a small inward sigh she lifted her head and glanced surreptitiously around.

Not ten feet from her was a familiar face. She broke into a quiet grin. The face grinned back.

She rose from her chair and met him in the middle. Before a word was spoken his arms were wrapped around her, a great bear hug from a dear old friend. They embraced for a long minute, before a tightness constricted her throat and she broke the hug.

Ben had been one of her best friends while she was in college. They lived in the same duplex, a relationship that started from the mundane borrowing of coffee filters and such, that elevated to a warm connection. He was working on his masters in architecture, while she studied undergrad art education; if it weren't for the house their paths likely would never have crossed. For her, he was a refreshing contrast to her keg drinking and blunt smoking peers, to him, she was a fresh breeze of innocent idealism. They often shared coffee and long hours of conversation on the wide front porch, swinging in time with the crickets late into the night. 

Ben sat with her and they caught up. While Abbie had been offered a teaching job in Tucson and stayed in her own college town upon graduation, Ben's career had taken him first to Boston, then to Madison, and now to Flagstaff. His own house had just been built up in the mountains and he wanted her to see it, but they did not rush to leave the cafe.

They did not speak of any loves or attachments. When Abbie had known him, Ben had always been the epitome of ladies man. He was tall and attractive, yes, but more than that, he had this golden charm to him. He was well read and easy to talk to, as eager to share his enlightened views as he was to chew on the opposing opinions. Abbie herself was not immune to these charms, but had fallen into the role of little sister and contented herself with that. It wasn't something she wanted to risk just to get caught up in his whirlwind of ladies, changing nearly every week. Besides, it was college, and she had ample men around to flirt in and out of her life.

Still, Abbie could not forget when time came for his departure. Ben had asked her to drive him to the airport, and she gladly obliged. It was a late night flight, and the usually slow Tucson airport was nearly deserted. She waited with him for his flight to depart, and they sat on the thin grey carpet, their backs up against the wall, and talked. There was a sadness deep within both of them that they tried to mask with jokes and stories. At last the time came for him to board; they stood. And hugged. It was a long, sweet, sad hug, broken with a kiss from Ben. It was a half inch longer than his usual sisterly kiss, and Abbie walked back to her car, not sure if she wanted to cry or touch herself. She got back to her apartment and did both.

They had promised to stay in touch, and while the first half year saw a regular exchange of emails and phone calls, it gradually dwindled. They were in separate worlds. It was just better to let some things go.

"How long will you be in Flag?" Ben asked.

Abbie shrugged. In truth, she had a whole summer ahead of her and was bound by no schedule. "A few days, maybe," she said. She found it hard to sit next to him. He smelled good, like smoke and sweat and sweetness.

Ben frowned. "Well, where are you staying?"

Abbie smiled, "I have a nice little set up in my van."

"Nonsense. You can stay with me."

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Abbie drove her rickety old van up a narrow dirt road, following Ben and his pick-up. They weren't too far from town yet it was pitch black under the pines and seclusion. They reached a clearing, his house dimly lit in the distance.

Even in the darkness Abbie could tell it was no normal house. It looked like a hobbit den, all warm and round and peaking up from the ground. It was finished in red clay plaster, and grasses grew on the roof. 

"It's beautiful," Abbie exclaimed as she toured his haven. It was an inviting space, a contrast with warm, small enclosures leading to wide openness, all designed to have minimal environmental impact. It was not huge nor tiny, just enough for a single person and a guest or two to be comfortable. 

"Now for the best part," Ben said and pushed open the French doors that lead to the back. It opened into a large screened-in porch, that led to an open patio, complete with porch swing, table, chairs and hot tub. It was all wrapped up in ivy and tiny lanterns. "Look up," he said.

She did. The stars were too many to count, nearly too bright to look at. The moon hung low and orange in the sky. 

Like in the old days, they sat together on the porch swing and talked until the moon was on the other side of the sky. Later, Abbie snuggled into the guest bed, content but dreading the impending departure. As she drifted off, she decided it would be best to leave sooner than later.

Ben knocked on the guest room door when just as morning's light filled the home. Abbie stretched, groggy in sleep, and pushed a small smile passed her lips. Ben had always been able to thrive on minimal sleep, while she could have slumbered till noon.

But his enthusiasm was catching. He prepared breakfast and told her of his plans to take her up hiking before she could tell him she was leaving. He had taken the day off work for her. She couldn't say no. She didn't really want to.

He drove them out a ways, to a forest trail that dove into a canyon. They spied deer and squirrel and birds, and even a grey wolf. The day was just overcast enough to make it cool and pleasant, with an occasional ray of sunshine peering through the canopy, spraying the trail in rays of light. Abbie told many stories of her students, and talked of the ever-changing meaning of art while Ben relayed the rewards and frustrations of designing for clients who often didn't know a thing about design.

It was a long hike to the destination: a glittering pool at the bottom of the canyon, fed by a spraying waterfall. Abbie stretched out on the rocks, and let the elusive sunshine hit her where it may. They ate a small picnic. By the time they returned to Ben's home, they were both exhausted. Ben suggested the hot tub to relax their weary feet and legs.

Abbie had a conservative one piece tucked in her luggage, but the bright redness of it made for a nice comparison to her jet black hair and her creamy white skin. She removed the towel from her waist and entered the tub without ceremony. Ben handed her a glass of wine.

"I have to leave tomorrow," Abbie announced abruptly. 

"Oh." The crickets made their love songs. "I don't want you to go."

"But I have to."

"Why?" Ben searched her elusive face and caught her eyes.

She broke the gaze at once. "I...It's hard for me to be here."

Concern shadowed his eyes. "What's wrong? I thought you were enjoying yourself?"

Abbie took a big sip of wine. "I am. It's just..." she trailed off. She couldn't describe how she was feeling, not even to herself. There was a heaviness in being around him, and she couldn't bear it.

"Abbie, tell me what's going on," Ben softly requested. He tried to find her eyes again.

She shook her head and brushed off the inquiry, assuring him that nothing was wrong, she was just eager to see Zion National Park. There were a lot of places she wanted to see, and only had a few months to do so.

"Ah, so Flagstaff isn't good enough for madame?" Ben teased.

"No, sir, this lady requires diamonds and pearls, heaped at her feet. All you have here is dirt and wood chips." So they laughed it off, and the night became tipsy.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

She repacked her few things back into the van early next morning, and refused the offer of breakfast. Ben stood in his open doorway, watching his good friend ready to leave. "Do you want me to make you a sandwich for the road?" Ben asked. He had been making such offerings to her all morning long, in hopes of delaying her departure. 

"No thanks, mom," Abbie teased.

"What about a nice pan of lasagna?" Ben said in his best falsetto. "You're too skinny. And why haven't you found a nice gentleman to settle down with?"

Abbie laughed but it didn't erase the wound in her eyes. It would be best to just get this over with, quick, like pulling off a band-aid. "I'm leaving now, Ben," she said, the laughter echoing out.

He nodded, and walked up to her to give her a hug. "If you ever need anything, you know how to find me," Ben said quietly, not letting go. She nodded into his shoulder, a lump forming at her throat. Pulling away, but he would not release her entirely. He gave her another kiss, and like in the airport five years ago, it was a brotherly kiss that lingered, incestuously. The energy it sent through her body bristled her to the core, and she jumped back.

He looked at her quizzically. She looked furious.

"Why? Why must you..." she trailed off, her face red in frustration.

"Why must I what, Abbie?" He asked softly, taking a step towards her.

"Why can't you just let me go?" Her body was turned away from him, tears welling.

He lifted her face up and bade her look at him. "Because I don't want you to," he hoarsely whispered.

Their eyes searched each other. He took her hand in his, and rubbed her palm with his thumb. That small point of contact became the center of her electricity. She blinked, and two fat teardrops rolled down her face, but no more formed. She brought her eyes back to his, and tried to let them say what her voice could not.

He drew her in close, and put his arms around her waist. They leaned in together. Closed eyes, warm lips, a sweet dance became a frenzy. They held on to each other as if to brace for a hurricane, while their mouths meshed and tongues met, palms pressed and stroking, the flame of desire strong and desperate.

Ben's mouth moved to her neck. His lips found the tender spots along her collarbone, suckled there, and moved along to nibble at her ear. His tongue deftly teased her skin, and drew forth her heat and wetness. She pressed into him. His mouth halted the attack on her earlobe for a moment to whisper, "you've been in my dreams. All these years."

"You...even then?" she asked in between heavy breaths. 

He lifted her chins and brushed the hairs out of her eyes. "Yes. From the first."

She melted in him. They melted together. Silently he lead her into the house, up to the loft. He unbuttoned her blouse, her pants. She wriggled out of her clothes while he removed his. He pinned her under him, on the bed. He hovered above her, starring at her swollen lips, her distended nipples, and the sweet smile in her eyes. His fingertips drew along the curves of her waist, causing her to giggle.

He got a wicked glint in his eyes, and attacked. She squealed and flopped and begged for mercy, finally halting the assault with her mouth on his. They rolled together, their intimate skin pressed and rubbing. For them it was a blend of tenderness and fury, humor and love. They touched gingerly at first, and then they sought a reaction. He rubbed his engorged manhood up and down her mound. She was burning hot from the first, and once the frustration got too great, she moaned, "please, Ben. Please, now."

He lifted himself above her, and gave her a tender kiss on the lips as he lowered himself down, in a single thrust he was deep within her hot, slick tunnel. So hot. So tight. He grunted. She sighed.

It was not tender after that. The fury came out, and each wanted the most from each other. He drove into with fire, and she racked her nails on his back at each stroke that seem to drive further and further within her. Their hips found a rhythm together, one that demanded a dirty kind of heat, one that was past all pretensions. One that was secure with love.

She began to quiver and this sparked his orgasm, too. She wrapped her legs around him, and begged for his seed within her. Even long after the last thick ropes were expelled, and her breath returned to normal, they lay wrapped up together like this, kissing and petting sweetly.

"I'm not going to let you go, Abbie."

She smiled that warm, shy smile of his that he loved. "Good," she said. "I don't want to leave."

"Good. Because I want you again," he crushed her mouth with his.

"And again," she rolled over to be on top.

"And aga—Oh, sweet god," he moaned. 

They each got their wishes, and again. 



Again?



The small talk is over. We are in the bedroom. We both know what we are here for. We are on the bed, naked, facing, embracing. My prick is hard, trapped between our two bellies. VERY hard. HE knows what we are here for. Your nipples are also hard, boring into my chest. And your cunt is wet. SHE knows what we are here for.

I roll you onto your back and kiss you, gently, on the mouth. I trace the outline of your lovely face with my fingertips, from temple to chin. Then up to your mouth. I trace the outline of your lips. Gently, so gently, I caress your eyebrow, then your ear, then back to your chin. Down, along your throat to what my mother always called, your salt-cellar, the notch where your collar bones meet. Along the collar bone to your shoulder, then down the front of your shoulder to where your armpit begins. Gently round the side-swell of your right breast, beneath it, up the enticing valley between your tits, rising and falling as your breathing quickens. At last. The nipple. I trace the puckered surround, then take the stiff bud and roll it between my fingers.

My resolve, to only touch you with my fingertips, breaks and I lean forward to take the other nipple between my lips, drawing it into my mouth, teasing the very tip with my tongue. You moan softly, the first sound either of us has made since entering the room. I have broken my self-imposed rule. I move my mouth to yours for another kiss, deeper this time and transfer my exploring, pathfinder fingers to the left nipple, wet with my saliva.

Your left hand, trapped between our bodies, gropes for and finds, my throbbing erection. Your fingers circle the shaft as I bend to suck your right nipple.

'Hold it, squeeze it.' Says my mind. 'But don't wank it, not yet.'

You seem to read my mind and simply hold tight onto my organ, making only tiny movements. I trace each rib, back and forth, then down to the indentation of your navel. Over the soft swell of your belly and my fingers are where your sparse, trimmed sex-hair begins. Again I deny myself, and you, by moving sideways to the point of your hip. I resist the temptation to travel the shallow valley of your groin, and move instead down the front of your thigh. I can only reach as far as your knee, so the return journey begins. Up the inside of your thigh to the warm, moist place between your thigh and your outer cunt-lip. You moan again and spread your legs, inviting more.

Not just yet. My fingers move up along this valley. Across the little forest of your pubes and down the valley on the other side. Now back between the inner and outer lips of your sex to the junction where your clit waits. I make it wait a little longer, travelling back between the lips on the other side, down until the pad of my finger caresses the tight pucker of your anus.

You buck up towards my searching fingers, hungry for rougher treatment. But not just yet. I roll you over onto your front. I kiss your neck and shoulders. I run my fingers down the groove of your spine and into the valley between your buttocks, gently over your rosebud.

"Please." You whimper. "Touch me."

I push my middle finger deep inside your cunt. Hot. Wet. Gaping. Drawing out the juice, I transfer my finger to your arsehole. You resist at first, then relax and my finger enters as far as the second knuckle. You moan again. I put my finger back into your cunt, now the pad of my thumb is pressed firmly against your arsehole. I reach forward with my index and ring fingers, trapping your clit between the fingertips, and rub. Within seconds you climax, crying out in your passion, pressure relieved at last.

I roll onto my back, allowing you space and time to recover from your come. But you turn towards me, propped on one elbow. I raise the fingers that have been at your cunt, to my mouth, and suck off your juice. You smile, lean forward and kiss me, tasting yourself on my lips.

It's my turn now. My turn for relief. You don't hesitate to head straight for my prick with your mouth. You kiss the tip, then lick away the bead of moisture there. You kiss along the underside of the shaft, along the thick ridge to where it runs between my balls. You kiss and lick my balls, then take each one in turn into your mouth, swirling them with your tongue. Back now up the shaft to the tip, mouth open this time, wet lips and tongue-tip exploring. You take the tip of my prick between your lips and engulf it. Just the tip. Swirling it as you did my balls. Then you take it deep, to the back of your throat. You release me slowly until just the tip is in your mouth. You pull down the skin on the shaft with your fingers, at the same time pushing with your tongue until the foreskin peels back from the knob. Now the raw tip is in contact with your tongue and inner cheeks.

I can't take much more of this, my spunk is demanding release. You sense my need and suck hard, wanking the shaft at the same time. I roar as the spunk erupts, warm, thick, salty, into the back of your mouth. You swallow each spurt, as though you were swallowing oysters. You keep me there until the last drop has slid down your throat, then crawl up the bed to kiss me on the mouth with spunky lips.

***

You lie on your front, raised up on your elbows, as though you were sunbathing. You study my face, questioning. My mind answers;

'Yes, there is more, just let me get my breath back.'

You read my mind again and relax, letting your face rest on the pillow. Now I can see all the way down your back, to the saucy upthrust of your buttocks. Lovely arse, demanding my attention. I raise myself up and you move to roll onto your back, but I stop you. I started at the top of your front with my fingers, now I am going to start at your bottom, with my lips. I am going to make love to your delectable arse.

I move your legs apart and lie down between them, my face over your bottom. I place a kiss on each cheek. Tender, closed lip kisses. Butterfly kisses. I cover everywhere with kisses, finishing at the prominent bone at the top of your valley. I pull the cheeks apart, revealing the pink/brown lozenge of your anus. With closed lips, this also is kissed. You push up from the bed, revealing the other hole. Much larger, gaping. Wet with your juices and begging for attention.

Again I tease you. I kiss my way up your spine until I am able to kiss the nape of your neck. My weight is on you, I am lying on your back. The knob of my fully recovered prick is tantalisingly close to your entrance. I could just... No, not yet. I lift my weight from you and turn you onto your back. Now I can shower your face with kisses until, drawn by the treasures down lower, I kiss my way down your throat to your lust-swollen tits. Each receives the full 'lips' exploration. All the time my mouth is closed, I am kissing you just with pursed lips. Even when I reach your pebble-hard nipples does my mouth stay closed. Just the lips. Only the lips.

I sense your impatience. You're ready to be fucked aren't you? Well, I too am feeling the need for further release. Soon. I quickly move my face to the apex of your thighs, you spread them impossibly wide, all of your being is centred on your gaping, dripping, hungry cunt. I lower my face to it, my tongue snakes out to collect your nectar. Then I hesitate. Would you be able to tell if I just used my lips? I seek out your tiny love-bud and press my lips against it. You howl with pleasure as, at last, your centre gets the attention it has been craving. I rub your clit just with my closed lips. I am not sucking you off, nor licking your cunt. I am wanking you with my lips.

If you can tell the difference, it makes no difference to the result. You come powerfully, jerking wildly as your passion is relieved again.

Now! Now I need to be inside you. I slide quickly up your body and kiss you on the mouth. A proper kiss this time, passionate, desperate and loving. Unaided, my knob finds your entrance and slips in. One push and I am ball-deep up your cunt. You cry out at the suddenness of it. I remain still, savouring your warmth and allowing your sheath to accustom to my size. It's big. Not long, average in length, but very thick. Almost two and a half inches at it's widest. You must have realised when it was in your mouth? Well, now it is stretching your cunt.

You wrap yourself around me, arms and legs holding me into you. We are like one body, pasted together. I drive into you just with hip thrusts. You are crying out in passion. Incoherent noise. A special language for wild fucking like this. You have not stopped coming since my lips were on your clit. Each thrust of my prick up your clasping cunt sends you further into orgasm. I can wait no longer. With a great roar I send torrents of boiling spunk deep inside you.

***

We lie side by side on our backs, panting. That was sensational. I want more. More kissing, more licking, more sucking, more fucking. Especially more fucking. Again your left hand finds my prick, soft, wet from your cunt and my copious spunk. Immediately it starts to show interest. I turn to you, raised up on one elbow.

"More?"

"Much more."

The room is warm. There is a sheen of sweat on your upper lip. I lick it off. Salty but sweet. The contact becomes a kiss. Your head and shoulders are raised up on the pillow. I watch as a trickle of sweat begins it's pleasant journey between your tits. I move quickly and my tongue is there to collect it as it emerges beneath them. Now I want to lick you all over. Now my tongue follows the route pioneered by my fingers. With it's two accomplices, my lips, my tongue seeks out every fold. I feast on your cherry tipped tits before heading south to where the river flows.

No self-imposed restrictions now. I lick and suck at your cunt-lips, outer ones first, then the soft inner lips. Your hole is full of my spunk and your own plentiful love-juice. I drink from you. It is as pleasing to me as the finest wine. I have your legs over my shoulders. Each of my hands clasps a globe of your arse. I move away to look at your ravished hole. A slow, lava-like trickle of come seeps from it and pools in the well of your anus. I collect it on my tongue and drink it. I stiffen my tongue and press it against your arse-bud. You relax the tiny valve and my tongue pushes in. I push as far in as I can, then start to push in and out, fucking this forbidden place with my tongue. You scream in pleasure and rush to yet another orgasm. I am impressed, you can come from having my tongue up your arse? How will you react if I stuff my prick up there? Then I realise that I am wanking your clit with both thumbs as I tongue-bugger you. No wonder you came.

I crawl back between your thighs and push my prick into your cunt again. You push up to meet me. We fuck gently like this for ages, then I roll onto my back, taking you with me so that you are impaled on my stalk. I fuck up into you as you bear back down, taking me deep. Suddenly you pull away from me and squirm up my body until you are astride my face. You lower your dripping cunt onto my mouth. In this position my hands are free to roam over your body. I squeeze your bobbing tits, then hold your hips as I stab into your cunt with my tongue. Then I clasp your glorious arse cheeks and revel in the feel of them.

My bursting prick is waving about, neglected, looking for love. I indulge myself by taking the sticky shaft in one hand and wanking it vigorously. When you realise what I am doing, you spin round and take over, allowing my hands to make free with your now dangling tits. You lower your face to my prick and suck it deep into your throat. All the time my own mouth has not lost contact with your cunt, except when I use it to suck and lick your arsehole.

You come again, but maintain your oral grip on my prick. You want me to come with you, to spill once again into your throat. But I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to fuck you again. I want my last reserves to spill into your cunt. I pull away from you and position myself behind you. You want this too. You want me in your mouth and your cunt at the same time. If only. You lower your shoulders to the bed, raising your arse up so that I can stab into your depths. I sink with ecstasy into the warm wet welcome of your cunt. I lean back to watch my shaft plunging and re-emerging from your lovely cleft.

As I watch, your arsehole seems to wink at me with every withdrawal. I want it. I want your arse. I want to sodomise you. Bugger you. Fuck you up the arse. Again you read my mind. You turn your head, your lovely face is twisted with lust. Your voice is a hiss.

"Yes." You say. "I want it."

I pull out of your cunt and without breaking rhythm, drive my prick up you arse in one powerful thrust. I am mindless of your feelings. I am all prick, demanding satisfaction. Your scream must be heard all over the building. But it is a scream of pleasure as well as of pain. How it must hurt, this great cudgel rammed into your tiny hole. But you love it. You push back at me and start the fucking movements yourself. I start to stab into you, entranced by the sight of my turgid flesh plundering your insides.

Suddenly I can feel movement inside you. You have pushed your fingers up your cunt and you are rubbing them against the underside of my prick. What an amazing feeling. I'm going to come. I can't hold back. You come again as my last drops of spunk pulse into your tortured hole. I shout out loud as each jet leaves me and fills you.

***

We dress in silence. We were strangers. We met in the hotel bar. Two lonely souls far from home, looking for the same thing. For one night only, an alternative to masturbation. Uncomplicated, no questions sex.

But it has been more than that. Better than expected. Better even than hoped for.

What now? Will we exchange 'phone numbers? Could it be repeated?

Could it ever be that good again?



Again



It had been a long night at work. All he had thought about since the start of duty was to be back at home in her arms again. There were fights, lies, theft and enough alcohol in the air to get drunk off of. But thus it was a typical day on patrol. Many months had passed since they had first met in the quiet blues bar. And after that night they have never been so in touch with each other.

He pulled into the driveway of their new home to find Charlie, his precious angel waiting for him. Charlotte, or Charlie to him, was a very passionate woman. 5' 4" and 115 lbs, with looks that would make a Hollywood starlet jealous and the most perfect set of breast he had ever seen, and the personality to die for. She was his perfect, All-American girl. What she seen in a lowly Deputy Sheriff he had often wondered. Charlie came from a good home, with a Former Army Pilot for a father and Registered Nurse mother. They gave her everything, and asked nothing of her but to try her best at all. After everything they gave she had started her own small catering business in an upscale part of town. 

Chris had a life completely different. Tattered and torn homes, never knowing when or if he'd get a next meal. At 16 he ran away, justifying it by going out to make sure if he ever had a family it wouldn't be like his. And after initially receiving his GED, he went on to prove his teacher wrong. Applying to every community college around until finally one gave him the chance for a real diploma and he received an associates degree. He was still going to school part time to finish his bachelors' degree for criminal justice. Just one or two classes at a time was all he could afford to push with his hectic schedule. Fitness always came natural, and with a rough athletic build it made his job as a Deputy rather easy. 5' 11" and 215 lbs with average looks was all he had going for him. It was still unclear in his mind what a beauty, such as his Charlie, seen in him.

Charlie was wearing her favorite pajamas, a pair of old boxer shorts and one of his t-shirts. Very loosely fit on her given Chris was nearly twice her size. He was expecting her to walk out and greet him with a kiss, but as soon as the cruiser door shut she leapt towards him. Wrapping her legs around him he caught her and planted one on her lips. Slowly he flicked his tongue against hers as their passionate embrace ensued. He carried her in through the side entry door, kicking it shut as they cleared. Beginning to remove his duty gear, she unraveled herself from him and stepped off into the kitchen. He places his gear in the hallway closet as Charlie came back around the corner. This time her shirt had been tied up, just under her magnificent breasts. He finishes removing his boots, never taking his sight off her. As she lead him to the living room, his mind began to wonder what she had in store for him.

Walking down the hall behind her, he began to remove the rest of his uniform. Charlie turned, helped his shirt off of him and set him down on the sofa. Now straddling him, they take turns kissing each other. His hands slowly working up and down her back, sending chills over her body. She leans in and begins to massage his ear with her tongue. Driving him wild, she feels a growth on him beginning between her legs. He sits up arching her out away from him and grabs the small knot tied into her shirt with his teeth. Unraveling it, he moves one hand around to her stomach and brushes her soft skin. Moving up to her ample peaks, he starts to lift it off when she reaches down and takes control.

Slowly moving off his lap, Charlie kneels down in the floor in front of him and finishes removing her shirt. Reaching up with both hands she slowly attempt to free the bulging growth from his pants. Nearly effortlessly his prick flies up from entrapment nearly slapping her in the chin. Taking hold of his throbbing member, she kisses it and begins to slowly work down to his balls. Chris lifts his hips and slides his pants down. He begins to stand to finish removing them, but is forced back onto the sofa by his love. Charlie releases her hold of him and takes the pants off. With full access to his member she again starts to massage him with her tongue. Every stroke up she leaves a little more lube for her plan. Taking her bear tits she begins to rub the head of his prick on her nipples. Pre-cum is slowly oozing out of his head. Completely freeing her hands of his shaft, both hands are turned towards her tits. 

She wraps her ample mounds around his throbbing cock and begins a slow stroke. Effortlessly licking and kissing the head of it with every trip down. Pace begins to speed up, and she can feel him starting to have chills on his legs. Not wanting to end it so soon for him, she pops her tits off his shaft and deep throats his cock. Its all to much to bear. He unleashes a violent load into the back of her throat. Slowly coming up, she milks every last drop out of him. Rising to her feet she pulls him up with her and says, "Now it's my turn."

Without missing a beat he has her up in the air, turning and sets her down where he just has. Now kneeling in front of her, Chris leans up and begins to softly suck and tweak Charlie's nipples. He can feel her heartbeat through her chest as she breathes heavily after unloading him. Leaving one had free, he begins to rub her side and shoot chills all over her again. He knows that he has her attention. Slowly reaching in with his free hand, he finds her sweet love box. Wet and ready for him, he softly releases her nipples and kisses her body as he travels south. Reaching her waist he starts on her right leg, kissing the top and inner portions of her thigh. Traveling back up, he goes above her sweet smelling, juice filled hole and starts the same routine on her left leg. Back up again to her pussy, he can feel the heat building as he flicks his tongue across her clit. Slowly he slides a finger in, runs it down towards her little bubble ass and back. Continuously licking and sucking her honey hole. Chris feels her tensions rising as she slowly releases more juices. Charlie is lying there enjoying every minute. Again he slides a finger in her, this time leaving it to rock back and forth. 

Slowly he adds another, causing more juices to flows towards her crack. Easing a third finger into place, he gently slides in into her ass. She begins to object, but doesn't want to loose the sensation and allows him to proceed. Faster he begins to slide his fingers in and out, in and out. Taking one long hard suck on her clit, Charlie spasms. Locking her legs around his head she lifts he waist as her body locks, writhing in ecstasy. She releases and drops back to the sofa. He leans back from her knowing he just made her day. She rises, flips over to her knees and grabs his still hard cock and directs it towards her ass. 

"Are you sure you're ready for me?" he asked, slightly concerned. "Yes. Fill me to the edge. I want to feel you inside me." she softly responded.

Reaching down, he rubbed more of her juices around her tiny ass-hole. Knowing that if not well enough lubed, all he would do was hurt her. And that was the last thing he wanted to do. Satisfied there was ample, he slowly began to push his throbbing head into her. She wriggled. He pauses, not sure if it is pain or excitement. He again lurches forward. Now half way in he begins to slowly slide back and forth. "Harder!" she demands. He obliges and begins to run full length, with a hard steady pace. Charlie begins to squeal with desire, and he feels a since of pride being able to pleasure her this way.

"Stop." Charlie says. "Sit here and let me get on top." Again he obliges. Slowly mounting his cock she drops down the full length of his shaft. Reaching around, Chris begins to rub her clit again with a free hand. Moans and soft squeals are all that is heard within the walls. Her body contracts hard on his cock as she reaches another climax. He knows he won't be able to last much longer. She slowly dismounts from him and begins to rub his hard shaft against her, ready for him to enter again. As he eases his shaft back in her, she knows it's not going to be long for him to burst. He begins to grunt as reaches closer and closer to the brink. She knows she has him. 

"Oh dear god, here it comes." he yelps. "Yes, that's it baby. Fill me up." She screeches. He jumps up flipping onto her back and rams back in as hard as he can. Just a few more thrusts is all it takes. He locks up, unloading his cream into her. She can feel every nook and cranny being filled with his sweet juice. He falls over onto her, and kisses the side of her neck. He then rolls over to her side, exhausted. Knowing he has pleased her makes him the happiest man on earth. Knowing she has pleased him, leaves her feeling devilish for what she says next. "Again?" He smiles and rises to his feet. "Again."



Again



As Veronica opened the door to the apt, she felt her arm getting pulled from the handle, and the sound of the door slamming shut resonated in her ears, her assailant was all over her leaving her not time to react or think.

Hands mauling her body and forcing her to the ground, all she could do is put up the fight that was within her, however the figure before her was stronger and knew how to control a body to do as he pleased.

Having her hair pulled to the point right before it left her scalp, raised her head in a tilted fashion, but another hand pushed her onto her knees.

And in a single fluid motion the hand went from he shoulder to the zipper of his pants, and released his erect penis, " you know what I want, and you will give it to me, or you will know pain" a voice from above her exclaimed . with that being said her head was forced to his hard cock, and even though she tried to fight it, the sensation of his head on her lips strangely enticed her, however she would not give up with out a fight, and she started to thrash her head around to dodge the inevitable. With a sharp pull of her hair, Veronicas face was forced up, and then the stinging sensation of a hand across her face, burned into her skin. "You will pay for that, and pay dearly"

Forcing her body up her assailant draped her over the arm of the couch, and threw up her work skirt, exposing herself to his touch and the throbbing cock she refused to take into her mouth. Kicking her legs to the side he was making it so the entry of him would be as easy as it could be, however veronica decided she would not let this man do what he wished, and she started to fight with all her might, but she felt as though she knew she could not escape, an it was more so and she felt his forearm thrusts itself against the back of her neck. Feeling the head dry enter her, sent flashes of pain through out her body, and the knowledge that she was being violated horrified her to a degree, but also started to unleash a hidden lust that lay dormant.

She started to protest and squirm, which was answered by the man behind and in her ripping her shirt off and gagging her with her own clothes, this entire loss of control turned on her and the lust overcame her as she finally submitted her self to this act which she wanted, Her body accepted the fact she was being penetrated and the walls of her vagina started to moisten to allow for deeper penetration.

As his thrusts increased in force and also rapidity Veronica could only moan in pleasure as the hands released their hold of her, to grope and stimulate her even more, the sensation was building inside her, and even though she fought it with all he might, the waved of orgasm engulfed her, and her body shivered and convulsed to a unknown rhythm of lust.

She lay spent she felt the emptiness when her newly found lover exited her, but only for a brief second as the penetration went from vaginal to anal, this she would normally try to contend, but as she relented her body to him earlier she felt as though she wanted to please this man behind her in any fashion she could. After the initial pain the feeling of pleasure erupted inside her again, and while he was forceful she could tell he didn't wish to do her any lasting harm.... The thrusts continued to become faster and faster, and then a new sensation over came Veronica, as the stinging licks of leather touched her skin... her fantasy was becoming reality, as she was not only taken, but was now feeling pain and pleasure in concert.

This played out for what seemed like forever, but still to short in her mind. She knew her new lover was nearing the end as she felt his swell inside her, and then with a gasp turned into a growl in her ear, he sent himself into her..... And the he pulled her to the floor where they lay for what seemed like eons. Veronica finally found the strenght to turn to the man behind her, and say thank you my loving husband, but I do have one thing to say

And he asked what is that my dear? ...

Veronica smiled and only said 1 word

Again?



Again



There's something about this man.

I can't put my finger on it-- it's elusive, carnal, decadent and intriguing all at once. He's holding back, I think. But from what? It's our first time together, perhaps he's playing it cool?

Here he is before me, powerful and commanding, but with a gentility and softness that belies the gleam in his eyes. He wants me, of that I'm sure. And I want him. But I find myself frightened by his reticence- what is he holding back? His hands cup my face and his kisses drown my hesitation until I feel safe, comfortable and comforted in his arms.

Slowly he peels the shirt from my shoulders, his lips trailing his nimble fingers and sending shivers down my spine. My nipples erect, the heat between my thighs making me shift my weight and grind toward his cock. His mouth teasing me, sucking and licking at my breast causing me to arch closer to him, wanting him to take the fullness of my breast into his mouth. He obliges me immediately- he can read my signals. My hand gripping the back of his head, forcing my breast deeper between his lips. Soft and hard, firm yet pliable in his hands he kneads them just enough to make me moan. Alternating between them he feasts on me until my nipples are red and raw to the touch. He returns only to kiss my lips before continuing on his path.

Standing before him naked and vulnerable, I feel only security and unabashed passion for this man. He won't hurt me- that I know. I gently push him toward the chair and he sits obediently, licking his lips in anticipation. But he'll have to wait.

Here he is. Mine for the taking. And it feels as if I've waited forever for this. His hardness clearly visible through the confines of his jeans. I trail my fingers over it and I hear him groan. But I'm not ready for that yet.

This man is not one to take for granted- our time together will be limited and I must make the most of it. I straddle him on the chair and kiss him slowly, tasting whiskey and cigarettes- a comforting yet dangerous combination. His lips are soft, begging to be bitten and who am I not to oblige? I sink my teeth into his lower lip and feel him arch toward me. His hands reach for my hair and tug gently, but retreat just as quickly. He settles his fingers at the back of my neck and pulls me deeper into him. My hips begin a slow grind on his cock, leaving a spot of wetness on his jeans. I need to see him. Right now.

I slip his pants from him, leaving him naked. His cock is thick and strong, pulsing from his arousal. I sink to my knees and begin to taste him, his inner thighs, his tummy, the heaviness of his sack and the spot hidden underneath. He edges forward in the chair and I begin to suck more earnestly, leaving tiny bite marks as evidence of my arousal. His breath is coming faster-- I think he might be ready. Slowly, I straddle him once again and position his cock at my wetness. I ease slowly onto him, grinding my hips as I sink down. His arms wrap around me and his face is buried in my neck.

I ride him slowly...deliberately. Relishing the feeling of him filling me completely. I can feel the storm rising between my thighs and I arch toward his body. I grind deeper, harder, faster until my orgasm takes me. My head thrown back, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my pussy clenching his cock hard to draw him deeper inside me. "Please," I whisper. "Please, Baby..." He thrusts upward until his cock hits my limit, bruising me in the most wonderful way. Lost in my passion I feel myself gush on him, my juices flowing and bathing us both.

And yet...He hasn't cum.

He's holding back.

In the afterglow of my orgasm, my body still wracked with spasms, I look him in the eye. "Baby...was it not good for you?" He grins at me- the smile I came to love spreads across his face, "It was wonderful." But I can see it in his eyes- there's something else he wants.

I dislodge myself from his grasp and stand before him, naked, trembling and tender. Searching his eyes, I see it. I know what he wants. I step back and avert my gaze. Sinking to my knees once again but with a totally different agenda his time. My heels against my ass, my palms behind my back. 

And softly I whisper to him, "Again, Sir."

The dynamic has suddenly shifted. He's proven his allegiance to me and has acknowledged my fears. He has read my body, my mind and my heart. 

Now, for the first time in so long, I trust whatever may cum.

To be continued...Someday.