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Lust Conquers All

By: Archer2050



Cassie loved Kyle with all her heart. It didn't always make sense to her how that could be, or how she could know it so easily. All around her, from friends to family to the people she overheard on the streets and the actors on TV, men and women seemed to be having tougher and tougher times finding their true love. Even with the hugely popular Internet dating that she had heard so much about from her coworkers, which could connect two people anywhere on the planet who never would have otherwise even heard of each other, people still struggled to find that special someone. It seemed that, despite all the advances, from flirting counselors to therapists to speed dating to the vast World Wide Web, love continued to be as elusive as ever.

But for Cassie, she knew Kyle was the only man she'd ever love from the very first day she saw him when he sat down next to her in their freshman year history class. Before him there had been only crushes that even Cassie didn't take all that seriously. And after him, well, there was no after him. Cassie and Kyle had been together ever since.

Despite how easy finding him had been, she didn't take him for granted. Cassie was all too aware of how many couples broke up or divorced. She didn't know a single person who hadn't been through at least one break-up, other than herself. Some of her lesser friends had tried to convince Cassie that her lack of experience was going to hurt in the long run, because by not playing the field, she didn't know what else was out there. But Cassie was confident enough to fully believe that nothing else the world could ever offer could compare to her man Kyle.

They had just the right amount of things in common and things in difference to make life with each other both comfortable and interesting. They listened to each other, could talk for hours without a pause, and anything that the one was bad at, the other compensated for by being extra good at it. This worked with everything from cooking to finances, something which they also shared by living with each other for three years now. In pictures, they even looked like the perfect couple; attractive, happy, and an almost eerie resemblance, as if their once unique facial expressions had evolved and combined to form one matching set.

Now both 27, they had been together for 13 years, but there was still no wedding date in sight. At first they held off on marriage because neither believed that high school romances, no matter how serious, really counted. And in their experience, they'd been right: every "high school sweetheart" couple they knew either broke up or married and divorced within 2 years of graduation. 

Besides that, Cassie and Kyle were both career driven, and though they didn't allow that to invade their relationship, they were satisfied by maintaining a balance between work and love that just happened to not include time to plan a wedding. There had been hints of an impending engagement, and Cassie's heart fluttered with nervousness and joy whenever she thought about it, but it was still just that: hints. And that was okay with her. It wasn't really a question of if they were ready, just a question of when and how it would happen.

Cassie smiled to herself and rocked back and forth on the bar stool of the dimly lit neighborhood tavern as she wondered about that future moment. She knew Kyle wasn't going to ask tonight, and probably not even this month, but thinking about it every once and a while still got her excited. The funny thing was that she knew it didn't really mean a whole lot at this point. With or without a ring, they fully expected to be together in another 13 years regardless.

It was the end of the work week, so Cassie was wearing her white blouse and dark grey skirt, and her brunette hair was pulled back in a bun that she was just now undoing, letting her long, silken strands free. Even in the low light of the bar, her dazzling green eyes sparkled, and the soft pink color of her full, luscious, lips glistened. Her smile, like the rest of her, was gorgeous and captivating. If she'd been a troll, even Cassie's slightest smile would've been enough to turn heads. It was something that, once you saw it, you just melted. You knew from that smile, along with those eyes, that Cassie was strong, smart, pure, innocent, and the answer to every male fantasy in the book. 

But you also knew she was unattainable. And like always, while Cassie sat there, alone at a bar full of young male professionals looking to get a start on another Friday night of showing off the expensive car or ordering a bottle of the best whatever they were drinking, not a single man approached Cassie to hit on her. She didn't mind. She had only thoughts of Kyle, and she felt it was bad enough that Kyle had to know that so many of these men had such disgusting, impure thoughts of her. Knowing those thoughts existed was enough. She didn't need to hear about it all, too.

Cassie wasn't stuck up about her beauty, though. Though she didn't like all those extra pairs of eyes communicating those dirty deeds to her, she understood. In caveman days, when the biggest, burliest woman around got her pick of suitors, Cassie would've been cast aside without a second glance. But today the world of men clamored after women with taut, flawless skin, big breasts, narrow waists, wide hips, and long legs. Cassie had all of that and more. She had a long, slender neck, her D-cup breasts were bigger than most and sat out from her chest higher than nearly all, and her butt was large and round and high and tight. Her abs and thighs were strong but looked soft rather than muscular and defined. She was a woman composed of perfect parts, expertly blended together into one impossibly beautiful female form.

While it bothered her that other men wished she wasn't with Kyle, and that they were indeed insulting not just her but him by using her image in their fantasies, Cassie also knew their jealousy was also a compliment to both her and her lover. Cassie could have had any of a million men or more, but she chose Kyle, and he loved her for that. For his part, Kyle took on the impossible task of loving such an exquisite beauty without going insane about it. He wouldn't make a scene whenever a stranger gave Cassie a glance, but he wouldn't hesitate to stand up for her and protect her when that glance lingered too long. Best of all, despite her infinite options for infidelity, Kyle trusted her explicitly. And she loved him for that.

She had so much to be thankful for, Cassie thought, as she sat waiting in that bar for Kyle to show up. It was her birthday, and she had left work early to meet him here. Usually when they went out Friday, it was at a place near her work since her office was on the way home. But Cassie wanted to go somewhere new to eat, and for a before dinner drink she wanted to try out the bar where Kyle said some of his coworkers often went to start the weekend. She had called him and told him she'd be there, and he'd said he'd join her as soon as possible, but leaving early wasn't always as easy for Kyle as it was for Cassie.

She'd been waiting for twenty minutes and it was not yet five o'clock. She decided to quit watching the door and, to make time tick by faster, order a drink. A real drink this time, not a glass of ice water. She ordered a martini. Happy Birthday, she wished herself with a smile.

The bartender handed it to her, and she handed him the money. But the glass was very, very full, and when Cassie took it, some spilled over the side onto her hand and the bar top in front of her. Cassie set the martini to the side, then grabbed a few napkins to wipe her hand off and clean the bar. When she was done, she reached for her martini, but saw that the man next to her was shaking his fingers dry over it, and between his fingers was an olive. Her olive! He casually plopped it into his mouth.

Despite the flat out rude behavior, Cassie had to admit that he was a handsome man. It wasn't fair, really, to think that only unattractive people did unattractive things, but when she saw what the stranger's hand had done, she fully expected the man working that hand would've been some hunched, unkempt, poorly aged loser, or at best, a prissy rich kid who thought his money made up for his lack of looks or personality.

But no, this man was genuinely handsome, about 30 years old, with a face that showed plenty of rugged experience but no lines of worry. Seeing this and unable to take her eyes off him, Cassie was not just disappointed in his manners, but also that his looks combined with those actions had ruined her stereotype. Then, as she realized she was staring, Cassie was disappointed in herself for letting her eyes linger. She couldn't remember the last time she'd looked at a man that way, besides Kyle. She wasn't sure she'd ever even done it at all. 

But in taking her focus off the stranger's face, she was putting them lower to scan the rest of him. He was well over six feet, and had a massive, muscular body to go with it. Cassie noted that he broke another stereotype by not wearing a too-small t-shirt to accentuate his bulging biceps, but that he dressed very well in a suit that looked too expensive to touch. His size made her wonder if he was an NFL quarterback, and the clothes made her think action movie celebrity, but she knew his face was too unique for Hollywood and too unforgettable for her to have misplaced him in her mind. If she had seen this man before, she would've remembered it.

As she pondered this, Cassie's eyes settled between his legs. She didn't know why. Even if she had been the least bit interested in checking him out that way, the darkness in the bar and his position cast that whole area in deep shadow. She could see nothing. And so, in spite of her straight-minded, innocent nature, because she could see nothing, Cassie's imagination flashed a picture of what his certainly giant penis might look like.

Truly disgusted with and surprised by herself, Cassie quickly shook the image away and put her eyes back to the man as he chewed the olive.

"I appreciate the gesture," he said after he swallowed, "But I only like the olives."

Cassie didn't know what to say. Her first reaction was to laugh, but then she realized that this perfect stranger, handsome or not, had just dipped his fingers into her nine dollar drink. Still, her instincts told her this was one of those rare times that a guy actually did have the nerve to hit on her, no matter how strong of "unavailable" signals she was giving off. And if he was hitting on her, surely he'd buy her another drink. Cassie didn't like it, because entertaining the flirtations of another man even just to get an owed drink seemed too much like cheating. Still, she played cool.

"Um, I guess you'll just have to be more upfront about what you like next time," she said half jokingly. She kept the shocked expression on her face, hoping he'd look up long enough to see it and understand her feelings about all of this.

"I don't think you want that," he replied without looking at her.

"Why not?"

"Me? Be upfront about what I want? You really want me to talk dirty to you like that already?"

"Excuse me?" Cassie couldn't believe her ears. She looked around to see if anyone else was as shocked as she was, but no one else appeared to be listening.

"All right," the guy said. "Let me start with what I want you to do with your thighs..."

"Excuse me!" she repeated, this time loud and with anger. She had heard more than enough. "You stuck your fingers in my drink. I think you should replace it."

He didn't put up a fight. Probably, Cassie thought, because he knew any chance he hoped for was long gone now. He called the waiter over, ordered and paid for another martini, and didn't say another word until the drink was delivered.

Etiquette told Cassie that she should have said "thank you" even though he was the cause of the problem in the first place, but then she remembered that he hadn't even apologized to her yet. "Thank you" was out of the question, but Cassie needed to say something.

"Can't even say you're sorry?" she snapped at him. "So is that all you're about? Sex?"

"No," he said calmly. "That's just all I'm offering."

Cassie wanted to explode. "And so what makes you so special that you think you can just talk that way to me?"

The guy gave an annoyed sigh. He still didn't make eye contact, or even look up from the bar. "I'm not trying to be your friend, Miss. If I cared about your personality, or what you thought about my personality, I'd approach you in a whole different way. But I don't want to wine you and dine you, Honey."

"Don't call me 'Honey'."

"Fine. What's your name?"

"None of your business."

"Okay. Then I'm sticking with Honey. Or, no, you know what? Baby. I like 'Baby'."

Cassie was so exasperated that she said nothing. Her jaw hung open.

"So, Baby, I don't want to date you or call you later or even exchange numbers or anything like that. You might be a great girl, Baby, but I don't care. All I'm interested in is fucking you. And just so there's no confusion about it, that's all I'm offering. No teases or flirts or games. Just you and me, Baby. Fucking."

"I wouldn't touch you if you were the last man on Earth," Cassie spat.

"Okay, but if you could only have one more orgasm and it had to be right now, and your guy wasn't around to give it to you..."

"I'd give one to myself," Cassie said bluntly. She was proud of the response initially, and felt she had bested him, but she could see in his face and his posture that his confidence level had only been raised.

"I'd like to see that," he smiled.

Cassie didn't know what to say. She'd never been in a situation even remotely like this. Though she was usually friendly and social, around strangers Cassie considered herself very shy. Even normal conversations with people she didn't know often threw her off guard. It didn't surprise her that she was stuck, then, but she still couldn't believe how she of all people could have ended up in this situation. She turned on her barstool, giving the man her back and feeling his eyes on her. She stared at the door, trying to will Kyle to walk through it.

"What a waste of a body," he said to himself, but loud enough for her to hear.

"What did you say?" she snapped and turned around to glare at him. It was loud in the bar thanks to the growing crowd, but Cassie was still surprised no else had seemed to notice her struggling with this man. That fact only infuriated her more.

"I said you're a waste, Baby. You have a great body, really. Remarkable. Don't you ever wonder what you could do with it?"

"I know exactly what I can do with it. And you never will."

"That's very sad. For you, I mean. You're what, 24? 25? And you say you already know everything you can do with that body? So what's left? Why even bother going on?"

"Is everything sex with you?" Cassie asked, disgusted.

"No. I have a personality I choose not to share. I have friends and family and a job, just like you. But I know what I want. And what I don't want. I want to have sex with you. I don't want any strings attached. So I'm not going to act like a puppet to go and get you. I'm being very forward, call it blunt or rude or whatever you like, but I'm being honest, too. And I don't think you're being very honest with me if you say you already know what that body of yours is capable of."

"Well you're wrong. I have a man that knows exactly what this body is capable of," Cassie said, running her hands briskly down the sides of her body, flaunting herself to make this ogre jealous. "And he can have me whenever he wants. All you'll ever get is your hand and whatever disgusting things you come up with up here," she finished, poking him hard on the forehead with her finger.

He finally looked up at her face to face. He looked more bored than angry. "Now who's being rude?" he asked.

"I don't care. You're an asshole." Cassie was glad to have gotten that last part in, hoping it would be the last word. But she hated herself for being so flustered about all of this. Clearly this guy wanted to mess with her head, and by not being in more control and not able to hold his eyes in hers or even continue to face him, she knew he was winning that part of the battle.

"Aren't you at least a little bit curious about what my body can do?"

Once again, Cassie couldn't believe her ears. But it didn't matter. She was done. Another image of his huge penis--this time connected to rest of his big, nude, brawny body--flashed through her head, but Cassie was quick to recover. She was truly angry, and the only fight she was going to put up now was the fight to stand her ground rather than leave her seat and the bar. That would be a double win for this jerk, she thought, and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting her to run away. 

"I'd like you to understand something, Baby," he said in a tone that almost sounded kind. "Just about everything in this bar with a cock wants to put it in you or against you. In your cunt, up your ass, between those big tits, or just straight down your throat. Hell, I'm sure there are plenty of guys here who wouldn't even have to touch you. They'd be content just jerking themselves off to your face. But they all think you're unapproachable. Hell, even I hesitated for a few minutes before I grabbed your attention by stealing your olive."

"You see, you're just so damned beautiful that these guys don't think they have a chance. And you carry yourself like a woman who isn't the least bit interested in giving them a chance. But when I look at you, I see a woman who isn't very comfortable with herself. You're too closed off to the rest of the world, and that tells me you're just too scared to give them a chance, because you're afraid you might like it."

Cassie was mad as she listened to this rant, but she was steaming mad when he made that last point. Not because it was outrageous, but because, just as soon as the words had left his mouth, she was wondering if it was true. Sure, now her disinterest in men was because she was so happy with Kyle. But had she felt that way in the beginning? Was it possible that her love, her obsession with Kyle, had kept her from exploring other paths? Did she stay with him all this time because she truly knew he was the one, or because she wanted him to be?

Of course it didn't matter now. Now she knew Kyle was the one and only. But she hated this creep for making her, even for a second, reconsider the early years.

"So I'm giving you a chance," he continued. The jerk just wouldn't shut-up. "Like I said, no strings attached. You can say no and meet up with your guy and you two will go out to eat dinner for the six hundredth time, then go home, fuck in the same position as you did last week, he'll cum inside you"--

"Jesus," Cassie couldn't help but mutter.

"Oh? Does he pull out? Cum on those tits?"

"I can't believe this," she sighed, shaking her head.

"What then? You swallow it?"

She shot him a look that would've killed a normal man. "Are you through?"

"Well, let's just say you do whatever you do, fall asleep till Monday, then the whole week starts right over again."

Again, Cassie said nothing. She just stared at the door.

"Maybe there's nothing wrong with that," the man continued. "But I'm not telling you to give up the monotony of your life forever. Not even a week. Just one night. One night to see if maybe somebody can offer you something--not necessarily something better--just something else. And at the same time, you'll see what else you have to offer, which I imagine is a lot more than you think."

"These other guys," the man said, gesturing around the bar, "They'd love to show you their 'something else', too. But the only way they know how is to act cute, woo you, and wean you off the dick you're already chained to. Then you fuck, and sure, you'll learn something new, but you won't have that monotony to go back to. Because even if it was just sex, it started with flirting, sharing personalities, and like most women, you're cheating with a guy you like. That complicates the whole thing. Your guy won't like it, as he shouldn't."


Lust Conquers All



"But I'm not offering that kind of deal. I'm talking about sex only. You don't like me. That's fine. I'd prefer you were just neutral, but sometimes even dislike can work, because you're not cheating in any emotionally involved sense. It would be purely physical. And when it's all over, even though you still won't know everything that body of yours is capable of, I promise you'll know more about it than you do now. And your sex life with your guy will only get better because of it."

Cassie wasn't sure what it was that kept her listening, but she found herself desperate to debate the subject with this man. She wanted to talk about how love made the sexual connection stronger than anything, and that "just sex" could never be "just sex". But Cassie also knew enough to keep her mouth shut. Surely this guy had tried this speech before, and surely he had an answer for everything.

As she sat in silence, she wondered how many women fell for this shit. And just as she was thinking of it, she knew that was the perfect way to respond to him.

"How often does this bullshit work on women?"

"I haven't heard a 'no' yet."

"I find that impossible to believe."

"I mean from you."

God, Cassie thought. He was right. It was stupid really. She was obviously repulsed by him. But technically she'd never given him a flat out 'no'.

"No," she said, simply and matter-of-factly.

The man sighed. "I'm disappointed, I must say. I think we could've had a great night. And with that body..." He looked her up and down as if he were wolf eyeing a raw, fresh fillet of beef. "...I'm not going to say I wasn't going to get a lot out of this, too. And I mean a lot. But I think you're passing on a real opportunity to see what you're made of. And something tells me I was your best chance. Maybe even your last chance."

Cassie tried to ignore him and tapped her foot impatiently on the bottom ring of the bar stool.

"But I respect your rejection...oh, hell, no I don't. I accept your rejection, though, and I'll leave you alone."

And with that, the man turned away and back to the bar.

Cassie was stunned. Could it really have been that easy? She was suddenly very upset with herself. She'd looked at this man in a way she was not at all comfortable with. She imagined him naked against her will. And she had put herself through the most uncomfortable conversation of her life all for what? So she could have the last word? Because she was, in some sick way, interested in knowing where this creep's delusions were coming from? She felt that she'd let down herself at least as much as she'd let down Kyle, even though he hadn't been around to see it.

"Let me ask you something," she just blurted out, cringing as each word left her lips and fed new life into this awful exchange. "If I had just said 'no' right away, you still would've given me that whole bullshit spiel anyway, right?"

The man didn't look up from his drink. "Why are you talking to me?"

It was a startling question, because Cassie really had no answer.

"I wasn't leading you on," she stated. "I shouldn't have to just say 'no'. You should've gotten the hint that I wasn't interested. It was pretty goddamn obvious."

"Obvious, right," the man muttered. He sipped his drink gone, then stood up from the bar to face her. "And yet, when I kiss you, you won't slap me or pull away for at least three seconds."

"When you what?"

But suddenly, like some warped magic trick, he was there, kissing her. His lips pressed softly but strongly against hers, guiding hers open so he could offer his tongue, which was hot and big and muscular like the rest of him. It swirled around her tongue, and even though she didn't kiss him back, he was able to wrestle hers around as if she was. Cassie was then stunned that he wasn't just in her mouth, but that sometime, somehow, he had pulled her tongue into his! His left hand, warm and rough, gently cupped the right side of her face, and Cassie felt the rest of her body melt even as alarms went off in her head.

Yes, Cassie did at last break the kiss, but even that was a total failure. Instead of snapping away abruptly, her lips parted his with the unsatisfied linger of a lover's kiss. It was slow, soft, and afterward Cassie ran her tongue across her wet lips to taste him there. 

Her heart was racing so fast it physically hurt. Her nipples were hard. And further below...God, she was sizzling down there. Even wet.

She wondered, ashamedly, how many seconds it had been. But it didn't matter. Whether it had been one second or twenty, the damage had been done.

Cassie thought about slapping him. But the overwhelming sensation of that kiss and its aftereffects kept getting in the way. She couldn't concentrate enough to even lift her hand.

She refused to look up at him. Doing so would only hurt. But even looking down, focusing on nothing, Cassie began to panic. Her unfaltering love and devotion to Kyle had been her castle walls. It was her protection. But now she had to admit those same walls were trapping some part of her inside. And of all people, this boorish, uncivilized brute had to be the one to show her that. He had been right about the kiss. She couldn't deny that. How much else was he right about?

She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and began to feel her whole world crumbling down as her lips continued to burn excitedly.

Cassie sensed the man moving away, and opened her eyes to see him heading toward the bar exit. Though her brain had made no decision about this man, her body acted on instinct. She rose from the bar stool, stepped after him, and grabbed him behind by laying a firm hand on his shoulder. It was a move that took two seconds at best, but Cassie still had plenty of time to wonder what she was going to say, what she wanted to say, and why the hell she was really going to say anything.

"Wait, please," she said. She could think of nothing more. She felt afraid, guilty, disappointed, but also excited. She tried to bury the excitement and just show off her concern, and that became very easy when, as the man was turning around to face her, she saw Kyle standing on just the other side of him.

"Oh Kyle," she chirped. If she had said it loud enough for Kyle to really hear, he would've picked up terror and alarm in her voice. 

As it was, though, he just looked curious about who this man was that Cassie had laid a hand on the shoulder of. Cassie knew Kyle hadn't seen the kiss. He would've been crushed. He just stood there, smiling politely, waiting. Cassie felt so terrible she began shaking. Her poor guy probably didn't suspect even the slightest thing was amiss. And she had no intention of changing that. She put on her best performance, smiling big and confident and greeting him with a soft kiss on the lips.

"Hi baby," she said a little too enthusiastically.

"Hi," he replied, then looked back warily at the big man beside them. His eyes asked the question his mouth didn't have to.

"This is..." Cassie began.

"Thomas," the man replied. "From the office." He smiled a million dollar smile and shook Kyle's hand.

"Oh, you work in the same department?"

"No," Cassie said, trying to make the lie as simple as possible. She didn't lie to Kyle about things, and to start with something so huge was going to be difficult enough. She explained in a voice she hoped wasn't too fast or obviously nervous, that Thomas had been with the company for a while, but she knew him via the phone only because he worked from a different location. She explained that Thomas had switched departments recently, which brought him to the city. She'd known him for years, she lied, but only now was she working with him on a somewhat regular basis. And because he was knew to the neighborhood, she had brought him here to meet Kyle so they could talk about things to do and such. 

It all sounded good to Cassie. She couldn't believe herself.

But Kyle did, and he started polite small talk with Thomas as Cassie watched on in horror, a pleasant smile forced on her lips. She noticed putting on such a mask wasn't at all difficult for Thomas, who played the part of the friendly and respectful coworker without the slightest hint of trouble. In Kyle's presence, Thomas was personable, polite, and even funny.

The trio talked over a round of drinks right there in front of the bar. Anyone who'd seen them would've thought they were old friends catching up. It amazed Cassie that she could pull this off, especially when Kyle was the only one of them who wasn't lying through his teeth. She felt awful, and wished she had come up with a less dishonest explanation for having her hand on Thomas' shoulder. If she'd been quicker and smarter, Thomas would be gone now, and she'd be on her way to her birthday night dinner with the man she loved.

But Thomas was here, and Cassie knew even if he wasn't, he would've been stuck in her head. Cassie found it hard to concentrate on the conversation because her mind kept shifting to Thomas and the way he'd kissed her, as well as the promises he had made. And now here he was, chumming it up with Kyle; the two of them seemed to be quickly becoming buddies. Thomas could do anything he wanted, Cassie knew, and that revelation excited her as much as it scared her.

The tension was too much. She ordered another round of drinks.

An hour and a half later, Kyle had stopped asking Cassie if she was sure she wanted to skip her birthday dinner. He had so much alcohol in him that any explanation would've sufficed, and besides, he was laughing and having such a great time talking with her and Thomas that a quiet dinner probably would've been a let down at this point, though he never would've said it. The three of them sat at a small table in the corner of the bar, talking loud over the bar noise and downing the most expensive drinks on the menu.

It had been a long time since Kyle and Cassie had been out like this, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company and getting drunk without a care in the world. The men drank more than Cassie, so she wasn't nearly as inebriated, but she was buzzed enough to feel her cares lifting away and her nerve strengthening.

She also felt her desire for both men rising significantly. Kyle, of course, was her man. He was tall and thin and a cutie, clean cut and professional in both his dress and his short brown hair. He was a good looking man and she was very much still attracted to him, but Cassie also knew that men or even women who saw them together wondered what a beauty like her was doing with a relatively plain guy like Kyle. 

She hated that way of thinking, but now she was beginning to understand. For years she had told herself that she was attracted to Kyle because he was the sexist man she'd ever known. He was simply her type. But now, sitting across from Thomas, she knew that wasn't true. She had wanted it to be true because she loved him. And as she realized that, Cassie also feared what Kyle might one day come to terms with; that maybe one day his loving and devoted personality might catch the eye of a woman even prettier than her. Did that mean Kyle deserved this other woman? Did that mean their love wasn't as clear cut as Cassie had, for so long, imagined?

She took another drink to try and wash down the question. In no time she'd forgotten all about it and was laughing along with the two men. She was being dishonest with herself this way, but she also felt much more comfortable.

Sitting between the men, Cassie spent another hour laughing and talking and looking beautiful as other women in the bar gave her dirty and jealous looks. Kyle was usually shy and quiet, even when among friends when out in public, but he was being loud enough to be noticed tonight, and the single women in the bar had to wonder how Cassie could have him on one side, holding her hand, and the other man--so much more handsome and strong and pleasant--on the other side buying rounds of drinks.

The scene got to Cassie eventually, too. This fresher, looser version of her boyfriend made her excited. He was himself, but at a heightened degree. He was drinking more than normal, laughing more than normal, and actually leading most of the conversation.

Perhaps, Cassie would later think, if Kyle hadn't warmed to Thomas so quickly, she never would've grown so bold and nothing would've ever happened.

The turning point came when, while laughing at a joke, Cassie put her hand in Kyle's lap and felt his penis beneath the fabric of his pants. He wasn't hard, but he was there, and he quickly grew erect to her touch. She kept her hand on him and squeezed, feeling him grow, then rubbed him for even further stimulation. They'd never done this before outside of their home. Public displays like this, even ones under the table, were unheard of in Cassie and Kyle's relationship. 

But tonight Kyle seemed to be enjoying it. He even spread his legs and thrust his crotch against her hand a little. She squeezed back, leaned in, and kissed him on the ear. The kiss turned into a lick, and then a nibble. And then Kyle placed his hand under Cassie's skirt and on her thigh, feeling the warmth of her smooth skin. He had forgotten about Thomas, who sat just on the other side of Cassie.

But Cassie hadn't forgotten him. She knew others in the bar could see her, but she knew Thomas actually was seeing her, that he was watching, and that he very much wanted what Kyle was getting. She imagined Thomas naked again, and as she squeezed Kyle's hard dick, she wondered how big and hard Thomas could get. Or if he was even hard now, just from watching and imagining. 

She felt his eyes on her ass, and surprisingly, she wanted to show it to him. As she nibbled on Kyle's ear, Cassie turned herself more and lifted up from the seat, sticking her butt out toward Thomas a little more than required. She could feel her skirt stretching and her shirt pulling, revealing a sliver of skin at the small of her back. She scooted up in her seat, trying to pull a little more of herself out of her skirt, hoping to give Thomas a glimpse of her panties, or possibly even the beginning of her ass crack.

Cassie knew it was the alcohol making her do these things. She didn't care. She knew it wasn't the alcohol that made her want to do them.

"You'll have to excuse me," Thomas said, getting up. "I'm going to use the restroom."

He didn't sound like he was put off or that he'd even noticed Cassie getting hot on Kyle, but the two of them stopped their explorations as soon as Thomas had left the table. They laughed in spite of their embarrassment.

"Do you want to go?" Kyle asked hopefully. He was now horny enough to ditch Thomas and drunk enough to not care about being polite about it. He even laughed.

Cassie laughed too, because she loved the sound of Kyle's laugh and loved this new version of him that was so much more open-minded and adventurous than his normal, mild-mannered self. The Kyle she knew was not much into public displays of affection beyond light kissing and holding hands. To see this new side made her happy, but also hot. She spread her legs and grabbed Kyle's hand, then forced it under her skirt to cup her damp panties and warm crotch. It was as bold as she'd ever been in public, and Kyle couldn't believe it.

"I want to take him with us," she said. She couldn't believe herself. It just came out. But she didn't take it back. She was drunk enough to believe she wouldn't have to, and bold enough to think Kyle's feelings about it didn't matter. She would make it up to him, she thought. And besides, Kyle owed her this, or so she believed in her inebriated state. Cassie suggested to herself that her attraction for Thomas came from Kyle's unwillingness to try new things. Maybe if Kyle was more exciting, she wouldn't have all these closed up feelings just waiting to burst out. A girl could only take so much.

Cassie knew these were all drunken justifications, but she was too horny to care. She didn't even care when she saw Kyle's eyes go wide in surprise at her request.

"With us?" he said. "For what?" But clearly he already knew, even if he didn't believe it.

"To fuck me," she said with a sinister grin as she undulated restlessly in the booth. "So you can both fuck me." She grinded her crotch against Kyle's hand.

"Cassie! Jesus!" Kyle whispered, though so far his shock outweighed his disapproval. He was still very drunk, too.

"You're making me so horny," Cassie whispered. She grabbed Kyle through his pants again. "One cock isn't enough."

This was not the normal Cassie. They both knew that. And as Kyle wondered if she knew what she was saying, Cassie knew she had to say something to prove to him that she did. She had overstepped her boundary, and now she needed to fix it.

"I just want to try it," she whispered into his ear, still gripping his dick and still squeezing his hand with her thighs. "Just once. We don't have to tell anyone about it. I just, I just want to know what it's like. Just to try it. For my birthday."

"Cassie, I don't know..."

"That's okay. You can say 'no'. But you can tell him how far he can go. You can tell us when to stop." Cassie slipped her hand past the waistband of Kyle's pants and reached down to grab his dick directly. He was very hard. She began stroking him. "I'll do anything you want me to," she continued. "Just do this for me." She reached lower into his pants and grabbed his testicles in a gentle fist.

"Oh God..." Kyle moaned.

Thomas came back to the table. Cassie slipped her hand back out of Kyle's pants. On the way, his pre-cum smeared her wrist and palm. She ignored it, then looked up at Thomas with a big, goofy smile and told him they were going to leave now.

"Do you want to come back to our place?" she asked.

He did.

On the cab ride home, reality set in for Cassie and Kyle. Cassie was mortified by what she had said to Kyle back in the bar. The thoughts belonged to her, but the words coming out were due to the drinking. During the drive she had plenty of time to sober up enough to know that she was taking a big risk here. But she was also sober enough to know it was a risk she was genuinely excited to be taking. She couldn't take back what she'd said to Kyle, so there was nothing left to do but get home and see what happened. Chances were she'd be so sober by the time they got home that she'd lose her nerve, and she could always blame the alcohol for her request. But as she sat next to Thomas in the back of the cab, feeling his big, firm body beside hers and smelling his aftershave and just a hint of his sweat, she hoped that wouldn't happen.

Kyle was lost in his own thoughts. He did not want to share his girl, but he didn't want to deny her something she really wanted, either. He knew Cassie could do better than him. She could've had more handsome men, richer men, stronger men, funnier men. In short, men like Thomas. 

Kyle never doubted Cassie's love for him, and he never questioned her devotion, but he knew she had plenty of other options. The fact that she chose him day after day was a compliment like no other. Because of all this, he found it very hard to take her love for granted. He really did appreciate her, and though he never abused this power she had over him, Kyle tried to repay her love with as much of his own love as he could give. Usually it wasn't a hard thing to do, but on this night he was finding how much of a weakness his commitment to her really was, because during the whole cab ride home Kyle was trying to justify Cassie's request rather than trying to come up with a way to tell her "no".

By the time they got to their place, Kyle almost believed he'd be okay with seeing Cassie and Thomas together, just so long as it was what Cassie really wanted. Kyle admitted to himself that he wasn't the greatest warrior in bed. A small part of him even thought that maybe Cassie deserved this. 




Lust Conquers All



Mostly, though, Kyle was ignoring the reality of the moment. Based on the very bland chit chat between he, Cassie, and Thomas that had taken place during the ride home, Kyle didn't really believe anything was going to happen. The lust of the moment in the bar seemed to have died. Maybe the old Cassie was back.

Unfortunately for him, Kyle spent more time believing she was back, rather than praying for it.

Once everyone was inside and comfortable in the living room with another round of drinks already served, the trio sat in silence. Cassie had chosen her seat very carefully. She knew it would be too easy to abort her desires if she sat away from Thomas, but she didn't want to appear too eager in front of Kyle, either. So she sat on the couch with Thomas, her on one end and he on the other. Kyle was in the matching overstuffed chair, near Cassie's side of the couch, a smile on his face but his eyes very much on Cassie's every move. Cassie knew he was watching, which is why she moved slow. But in hindsight, Kyle and Cassie would both later decide that, by her moving slower, Cassie only got more time to drink, to lower her inhibitions, to convince herself to go for it, and to get really, really horny thinking about it.

She curled her legs on the couch as the three of them talked. She was surprised the brute that Thomas had been when she'd first met him was nowhere to be found, now. This Thomas was intelligent, well spoken, polite, and interesting. She would never remember what he was even talking about, but she wouldn't forget the deep, strong tone of his voice, the emphasis of his words, and the beautiful yet masculine way his face looked as he paused between points.

His suit jacket was off, and Cassie's eyes wandered over his torso, noting how big his chest was, but teased by not being able to see details through his dress shirt. When Thomas reached a hand back to extend it along the backrest of the couch, she leaned back to feel his arm touching her shoulders. From there it was only a few short scoots away from nuzzling into him and under his thick, heavy arm. 

But she didn't move there right away. First, she just wanted to tell him, so Thomas wouldn't hold back for fear that Kyle might retaliate. Cassie didn't want to flat out say to Thomas that he could have her, either, because it was just too hard for her to make Kyle hear those words, even if she did mean them. So Cassie just stared at Thomas in a wanting, desperate way. Her lips were parted slightly, and her breath was shallow. She knew Thomas could read her. But he stayed put. She hadn't yet figured out that he wanted her to be the one to set things off.

She shifted on the couch, letting her skirt ride up and show off the upper reaches of her thighs. Cassie knew it was turning Thomas on, but it was turning her on, too. All she could think about was how much more she could show, and when. The only thing keeping her clothes on was the knowledge that Kyle was watching her, too.

Thomas didn't let on that he saw Cassie's thighs, but Kyle did.

"Wow, it's a lot later than I thought," he announced, looking at his watch. It was a desperate ploy from a man who'd incorrectly guessed he had nothing really to worry about. It wasn't yet nine o'clock.

Hearing Kyle's voice just then was hard for Cassie. It helped her realize the futility of the situation: she wanted Thomas. It wasn't logical or even well-thought out. Just a primal lust, and for a girl with very little experience with primal lust, this was a hard thing to get beyond. Yet at the same time, Cassie didn't want to hurt her relationship with Kyle. Here she was, on the brink of risking it all with one roll, and Cassie discovered she didn't have it in herself to stop on her own. Kyle would have to stop her. Kyle would have to tell her "no". That was the only way. 

In a small, deep part of her brain, she even wondered if she was testing Kyle in some twisted way. Did she want to see if he would stand up for her and stake his claim, pronouncing his dominance over this other healthy male? If Kyle did say "no", would her attraction to Thomas weaken or strengthen? Every time Cassie thought she'd come up with the answer to these questions, she'd quickly change her mind. In the end, she didn't know what was going on, but she was definitely in for the ride.

"Yeah, I guess it is late," she finally said, responding to Kyle's announcement. She was still looking at Thomas. It was time to get started, or time to end this. "Um, Thomas, look. Kyle and I were talking...about trying something."

She scooted closer to Thomas, all the while pleading for Kyle to do or say something to stop her. All Thomas did was look at her with those big eyes and confident half smile and listen.

"I," Cassie continued, then paused. She took a deep breath. "God, this is so hard..."

Her mind knew this was wrong, despite all the justifications she'd given herself. But her body knew this was the best thing for her.

She slipped under Thomas' arm, still looking into those blue-green eyes. Her heart was racing. Images of Kyle flashed through her head as if he was a distant memory. She almost said his name in one last call for help, but her body wouldn't let her.

Cassie leaned forward and kissed Thomas on the mouth. It was a soft kiss, but deep. She gave him her tongue, and he delicately offered her his. He did not ravage her. In fact, his hands stayed to himself, where they were. Even Cassie was too afraid to reach out and touch him. She was so scared that, even as she massaged his tongue with her own, Cassie began to tremble violently like a crisp leaf in a winter breeze. She was, effectively, cheating on the love of her life, and she was doing it right in front of him. It didn't matter that she'd told him she was going to do it. Cassie knew Kyle was merely allowing it. Not approving it.

Whether it was his weakness as a man or his tenderness as a lover Cassie didn't know, but suddenly she felt Kyle sit on the edge of the couch beside her and take her gently in his arms. He had seen her shaking so terribly and had come to comfort her, even as she kissed another man. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes, enough to get her to end the kiss, but not enough to end her need. 

She leaned away from Thomas and into Kyle's arms. He was so warm, so familiar. It wasn't fair, what she was putting him through. Not fair to her, either. She had never needed another man before. Sex had always been exciting to Cassie, but it had never controlled her the way it was tonight. Why was it happening like this? She hadn't asked for it. She hadn't even dreamed it.

She decided to give Kyle one more chance, but even as she did so, she knew she was only setting herself up to get what she ultimately wanted. It was a trick to herself almost as much as it was to Kyle, but it seemed convincing enough.

She kissed Kyle, even as her lips were still wet from Thomas' mouth. This was also a deep kiss, but it was very short. She rubbed her hand on the back of Kyle's head, and looked directly into his eyes with that needful look.

"Lick me," she whispered. 

And then Cassie maneuvered herself on the couch while leading Kyle down with her hand. Kyle climbed off the couch and allowed himself to be guided between her spread legs. He placed a hand on each of her thighs, sliding them up her legs as she unfastened her skirt and peeled it off. She kept her pink panties on, which Kyle took as a good sign. He hoped it meant she was getting shy. Maybe she was having second thoughts, and if only she could get off, perhaps Cassie would fall from this sexual high and would have no need for Thomas.

He moved his head to her crotch and began licking her panties.

Cassie stiffened immediately. She bit at the air and then bit gently on her lower lip. She closed her eyes and made fists with her fingers and toes. She was not climaxing, but the sensation of a wet tongue on her pussy after all this time was beyond intense. Every breath she took felt like she was gasping for air that might never reach her lungs. Someone listening in, or seeing only Cassie and neither the man beside her or before her, would've guessed she was having a serious anxiety attack. And indeed, a good portion of her arousal came from Cassie's fear and disbelief of having this personal experience happen right in front of the handsome stranger.

Cassie spread her legs and archer her back. She couldn't sit still. Her body from the waist down moved very little, as she didn't want to break contact with Kyle, nor did she want to grind him too seriously and make herself climax right away. From the waist up, however, Cassie was shifting back and forth, throwing her neck back and then forward again. She didn't know what to do with her hands. They grabbed at air, at the couch, at Kyle's head, at her own breasts. 

She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. When she opened her eyes, she was facing Thomas. He hadn't moved. She had. Below, Kyle's tongue had her soaking wet, and it rubbed her clit from side to side. Cassie knew it was Kyle making her feel good, but all he was really doing was priming her for what she truly wanted.

Cassie put one hand on Kyle's head to make sure he couldn't and didn't look up, then grabbed Thomas' tie with her other hand. It wasn't enough for her that Kyle was doing this for her in front of another man. She still didn't want him to know how hot Thomas was making her. Not yet. Slowly so as not to get Kyle's attention, Cassie pulled Thomas to her and kissed him again.

It was another slow kiss, starting just as deep as before, but going so much deeper. God, she wanted him. Right away Cassie knew she had never kissed Kyle like that, not ever. Her tongue extended deeper than she thought was possible, and she felt like she could have swallowed Thomas'. In fact, she tried, failed, and yet it felt so good she tried again. Soon she wasn't even really kissing him. She was just pressing her open mouth to his and trying to stuff her tongue as far into him as she could, while she invited the same from him.

Eventually Cassie knew she had to stop and catch her breath, and it was while she was bursting out for air that she realized Kyle must have known what she was up to when he heard her breathing stop for the kiss. But Kyle hadn't said anything, or even paused from pleasuring her. She loved him so much for doing this for her, Cassie thought.

And that, in her mind, was his way of giving permission. No longer was calling this off an option.

Despite all that she was doing and thinking to the contrary, she really did love Kyle for this. She didn't understand what had happened to her just hours ago when this all started, so she knew he didn't, either. Yet he was willing to give her what she wanted. She stopped kissing Thomas and pulled Kyle up to her face and kissed him lovingly passionately, though not nearly as lustfully. She wrapped her legs around him, then whispered in his ear as she directed him to kiss her throat.

"Take off your clothes," she said, but she was looking into Thomas' eyes when she said it.

Thomas stood up from the couch as Kyle leaned back from Cassie's embrace. Kyle undressed quickly, removing his shirt, then standing up and taking off his socks and pants and underwear. It was almost as if Kyle thought by being naked first, then his masculinity was somehow secured. He never even glanced back toward Thomas to gauge his progress.

But Thomas undressed achingly slow. He seemed as if he was the only man in the room, or perhaps the only man on the planet. He acted as though he knew he could take as long as he wanted, confident that Cassie couldn't enjoy herself until he was good and ready. He took his belt off, but not his pants. He removed his shoes and socks. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed away his tie. His eyes stayed on Cassie's the whole time. And for nearly the entire time, Cassie watched only him.

"Cassie..." Kyle started to say. It was a soft, weak whisper.

Cassie barely gave him a glance. It wasn't that she wanted to ignore him. She just didn't realize what she was doing. She was captivated by Thomas, who'd barely shred a garment. But without looking directly at him, Cassie knew that Kyle was fully naked, right in front of her, holding his semi-hard dick just two feet from her face.

She leaned forward on the couch and licked him just once before taking him into her mouth. She never looked at him. When she sucked him, and Kyle's hip blocked her view of Thomas standing slightly left and behind him, Cassie grabbed Kyle by the waist and twisted him until she could see the stranger again. As she sucked Kyle to a full erection, her eyes never left Thomas.

If her head wasn't in it, Kyle never would have known from the way her body reacted to his cock. She had her hands gripping his ass, and she bobbed on his hard-on excitedly, going deep more often than not, and lathering him with so much saliva that his balls were quickly dripping. Standing up and unable to see where her eyes were, Kyle could only assume that she was engrossed in him, and him alone. He found himself believing that their faithful relationship might still remain intact.

Cassie had left such beliefs in the dust. She sucked Kyle vigorously, but every physical feeling she had as she tightened her lips around Kyle's dick, as her tongue stroked it, as her throat teased its head, was only translated into more lust for Thomas. Yes, it was Kyle's cock in her mouth, but it was Thomas' cock in her mind.

When she moaned and sucked Kyle harder and deeper, it was because she was watching Thomas remove his shirt and expose his solid, bare chest. She went even faster when Thomas unfastened his pants. When Thomas removed his pants, Cassie took Kyle's cock all the way, her lips bottoming out against his body, the fat, fleshy cock head tight in her throat. And she held it there to suppress a moan of maximum desire.

When Thomas dropped his boxers to his ankles, Cassie could suppress no more. She released Kyle's dripping wet cock both to catch her breath and announce her approval.

"Oh God," she gasped desperately. "Oh my God!"

She breathed this into Kyle's body as she licked his testicles. Even though it was Thomas she wanted, dick was the real winner, whoever it belonged to. But Cassie would only remain that open-minded for a short while. With every second she spent loving Kyle's penis, she was wasting a second that she could have spent worshiping the gigantic tool that hung between Thomas' legs.

For the first time since her longtime lover had undressed, Cassie took her eyes off of Thomas. Now was the time to concentrate. Her body suddenly committed itself completely to Kyle. But not her mind. As she sucked and bobbed on Kyle's cock furiously, Cassie could think only of the huge, unfamiliar cock that wasn't in her mouth, and of how vital it was that she get it in her possession as soon as humanly possible.

She wanted Kyle to cum. She brought one hand to stroke his slick base as she sucked him. Cassie was not a huge fan of receiving in her mouth, and certainly not swallowing, but tonight her guard was significantly lowered. She wanted Kyle to cum so she would be done with him and Thomas' turn--or her turn, as she really felt--could begin. She didn't want Kyle's cum on her body or on the couch, because she wanted the scene to be clean for Thomas' arrival. Therefore, she fully intended to just suck and swallow Kyle's seed down. She didn't even have to think about it or second guess it.

But then Thomas moved. Cassie caught it in her peripheral vision, and when she saw him coming toward her, the excitement took over. She couldn't take the suspense anymore. Cassie needed to see that cock up close. She needed it period. So she removed her mouth from around Kyle's dick, but continued stroking him with rapidly with her hand. Amazingly, it was just as she removed her mouth from him that Kyle started to shoot his load, but by then, for him, it was too late. Cassie was captivated by what approached beside him.

As she jerked Kyle off, Cassie turned her head and her attention to Thomas' nearing body. Though she heard Kyle grunt and felt the warm droplets of his sperm splatter onto her shoulder and chest, soaking into her blouse, Cassie wasn't really aware of it happening. Her focus had left him entirely. All Kyle really had was her hand.

That didn't last long, either. Cum was still issuing from Kyle's dick when Cassie released him, wiped her hand off on her blouse and turned her body and her full attention to Thomas. Kyle had to fight back the inferiority, the disappointment, and even the anger as he came, but even still his orgasm had been strong. Regardless of the lack of attention he pretended not to have gotten, Kyle was weak in the knees by the time Cassie released him, and he was already stepping back to rest when he turned and saw Thomas, and Thomas' giant cock, for the first time.

If Kyle was weak before, he was downright frail upon seeing his sudden competition. Kyle was entirely heterosexual, but even he knew a trophy cock when he saw one. Thomas wasn't just huge. His dick, even only partly erect, was thick and long with bulbous veins all over. It looked like one of those huge dildos he'd seen the porn stars use in the movies he'd watched as teen, only this one was real. The giant testicles that hung below hung low and swung greatly with each step the man took. Also, Thomas was completely hairless down there, as if that part of him were carved from the purest flesh in the world. 

Thomas had been intimidating enough when he was just a man, but now Kyle was in awe. For the first time in his life with Cassie, Kyle felt like he had really lost her. And he felt that knowing full well that Cassie was not the kind of girl who made decisions based on sex. Kyle was terrified beyond words about what this meant for his life. He couldn't speak or even act. As his dick fell limp, Kyle backed away from the couch and stared as the next scene unfolded before his disbelieving eyes.

Cassie was at least as impressed with Thomas' dick as Kyle was afraid of it. Though the specific word never came to mind, she knew it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. All of the attraction she'd felt for Thomas seemed pointless now that she'd seen his penis; to look at his face now would be looking at the base of a mountain instead of it's peak.

Thomas stood right in front of the couch, just beside the spot where Kyle had been until his retreat. Cassie scooted over to sit before Thomas, his huge cock hanging above and in front of her, its size and beauty only more impressive the closer it got. She didn't measure it in her head in inches, but by body parts. It was as thick as her wrist, and almost as long as her forearm. The testicles were at least the size of eggs.

Gently, Cassie reached up and touched her hand to it. It was soft and warm and heavy when she tried to push it to the side a little. And her touch excited it, as it suddenly grew just a bit, getting harder and sticking out further from his body. The enormous cock head pointed between her eyes. This both thrilled and scared Cassie. She wrapped her fingers around the great shaft as it continued to slowly grow, but Cassie brought herself no closer. She marveled at the power this thing must have had, and she wanted to watch it rise to full strength.

She brought her other hand up and place it on the cock, amazed that she could have both hands on it and yet there was still so much flesh uncovered. When the cock reached a full erection and was pointing skyward, Cassie actually hugged the member to her, the testicles resting against her chest and the rigid penis pressing up along her neck and the side of her face. It was so warm and soft and strong. When she closed her eyes and let herself melt into it, Cassie found it hard to believe the mast of flesh she was hugging was actually a cock.




Lust Conquers All



Never had she been so overcome with emotion over sex. She had enjoyed touching and kissing and feeling Kyle's penis inside of her, but it was always just a thing. Yes, it brought her pleasure, but in the same way a good massage would, albeit on a much more personal level. With Kyle it was, simply put, good sex. But Cassie was drawn to this cock in a whole different way. It wasn't just about the pleasure it could bring her, or even what she could do for it. It was an actual attraction, as though this penis, this body part, had a personality, was aware of her, could judge her, and could love her back.

Yes, love her. Back. Because, ridiculous at it sounded even to her, Cassie did indeed love it. The same feeling she had experienced--those butterflies she'd felt in the pit of her stomach when she knew Kyle was the one--they were back for the first time ever since, and they swarmed until she shuddered herself right out of breath.

Cassie straightened up on the couch, rising up along the erection pressed against her until she was eye level with the fat head. The testicles rested in her cleavage. A warm flush spread over her breasts, making her nipples harden so much they ached. Yes, she loved it. Was in love with it. And so she rose up a few inches more, puckered her lips, and kissed it softly, wetly, right on the spongy tip. She kissed it the same way, with delicate, fluttering touches, all the way down the great shaft. 

Thomas' pleasure was definite, as his dick throbbed with her every movement, but he didn't moan. He was too confused. It had never been like this for him before, either. He'd had many women, and not a single one had broken up with him. There were several women who had hunted him down across the country--even a couple who chased him from other continents--because what he could give them was something they could find nowhere else. It wasn't just his dick. Though a rarity, there were still enough men in the world with bigger members than him to make sure Thomas wouldn't just rely on his size to make his impact. He was also handsome, tender or aggressive depending on what the woman or situation called for, he was talented in just about everything he did both in and out of bed, and he got off on making their fantasies come true.

His one drawback was his inability to feed his own, deeper appetite. To never tire of sex was not a problem. He hoped it never would be. But playing the lone lover had run its course for Thomas. He was not ready for a commitment, at least in the traditional sense. Definitely not marriage. But even when he had sex with the same woman over and over again, there was no connection for him beyond the physical. That had been okay in the early years, but now he wanted something more. He wanted to make love.

That had not been his intent when he starting working on Cassie in the bar. She was very attractive, sure, but there was some intangible extra dimension to her that he could sense right away and yet not understand at all. He laughed at the thought of love at first sight, but could that have been it? He wasn't sure. He'd never been in love. But maybe that explained all these new feelings and anxieties he was experiencing now, as this lovely young woman worshipped his body with a gentle, honest wonder.

Thomas had had girlfriends, long ago. Some had loved him. But he never loved them back because for him it had always started as a carnal urge. The sex was always amazing, but the relationship was tainted. It didn't matter that it was real to them. It was meaningless to him.

But not this Cassie. Yes, she was worshipping him, and while that didn't sit well with a man who had grown tired of pure lust, he recognized something else about this moment that gave him hope. Many women worshipped him, but not quite like this. This time, for some reason, he didn't feel worthy of it. It wasn't just that he didn't want to be treated like a god. No. For the first time, he felt...mortal.

Blood charged through his veins, and it wasn't just his exceptional erection that throbbed. His whole body tensed and tightened. He forced himself to relax by taking deep breaths and recalling bland memories. And then his body would tighten again. 

Cassie stopped kissing him and replaced her soft, full, puckered lips with her long, wet, muscular tongue. But still she was soft and controlled about it, like she was scared being too aggressive might awaken her from this dream. She cupped his balls gently in her hands, massaging them and feeling their immense weight. She dipped down to feed them to herself, sucking one into her mouth and tonguing it gently. Her heart raced. She swallowed hard.

When the time came for Cassie to finally suck Thomas, it was not so much a decision as a deadline. Of course she wanted it, but it impressed her so much and it was so strong and beautiful that she didn't want to take it so soon. But her body needed it as much as it had ever needed anything before, and so she pulled the cock down so it pointed straight out from his body. She let the head, glistening from her licks and kisses, brush against her nose, and then rest on her cheek. She stared at the length of the monstrous appendage and tried to appreciate it in its deserved glory before her body got the best of her and took over.

She might have looked at it for an hour, and it wouldn't have been enough. She hoped, prayed, that there would be time later to admire.

She opened her mouth and drew him in. He was hot, soft and hard at once, and absolutely delicious. He tasted like man, or what a man should, and he radiated an energy both sexual and emotional that nearly made Cassie begin to weep. He felt even bigger in her mouth than he had looked outside it, yet she found it easy to invite him deeper into her, because for every bit of flesh he gave, she wanted more. She did not move her head back and forth. Instead, she kept slowly moving in on him, taking more and more, sloshing her saliva around him and then swallowing it, tasting him in it and only growing hungrier. She moaned passionately, desperately. She reached around and clutched her fingers into his tight, muscular ass. Above, she heard him gasp.

Thomas looked down and saw Cassie slowly engulfing his cock. She was nearly halfway, moving deliberately slow, and though talented, Thomas knew he'd had better. Better in terms of technique and ability, that is. But never had it felt this good before.

Cassie didn't deep throat him. He was too big for that, and even though she promised herself it would happen eventually, she knew going that far would change the way things were going. She wanted to control the pace so she had ample time to enjoy this. Still, she took him deep enough to gag herself, but she fought the cough and instead pulled back calmly. Then she did begin moving her head back and forth, really sucking him. She made wet, sloppy noises, even though she was going slow. She was salivating so damn much. And she didn't want to use her hands to stroke him, but she couldn't restrain herself. She compromised and kept one hand on his butt, but the other slid up and down his slathered length, expertly following her mouth.

Thomas groaned and grunted and gritted his teeth as he dealt with the intense pleasure Cassie gave him. He knew from plenty of experience that most women didn't like the man to put his hands on their heads during oral sex, even though plenty did. Being unsure about Cassie, he kept them on her shoulders for as long as he could, but soon he had to touch her more, with greater intimacy. He caressed her hair, stroked her cheek with the back of her hand, and ran the tips of his fingers along her throat as she swallowed the spit she'd been lubing him with. 

In response, she shuddered and groaned, then pulled herself from his cock for the first time. She looked up at him with those big, beautiful green eyes.

"Don't stop," she said.

Thomas' heart pounded. Gasping for a breath, he said pleadingly, "How are you doing this?"

Cassie didn't understand the question, and wouldn't have known the answer even if she did. But she replied by turning back to his dick and making love to the head with the same technique she usually reserved for only the most passionate kissing of Kyle on the lips. Though Thomas's cock had no tongue to return the kiss, it did offer something else.

He was so confounded, so overwhelmed with everything, that Thomas lost control of the one thing he could usually control the best. His orgasm had struck, and it jolted through him with the wildest, deepest, most energetic force since his very first one. He called out and made a fist in Cassie's hair with one hand while softly running his palm alongside her cheek with the other. Cassie knew what was happening, and if she'd had time to think about it, she would've been disappointed it had happened so fast. Instead she just felt rewarded, as if the huge cock really was a god, and now it was thanking her for her faithful service.

She didn't know why she didn't help jerk Thomas off, but Cassie was adamant about letting the cum pour forth on its own. Eventually she would realize that by not helping Thomas along, his climax was not total, and it saved him to stay harder longer, regain full strength quicker, and would lead to better orgasms later. But as it happened, Cassie thought about only one thing, the ejaculate that Thomas was about to give her.

She rested Thomas' cock head on the right corner of her mouth. Her head was tilted back, so when the cum did first push forth, it shot straight out, leaving a thick white trail across her face and forehead. But with no continued stimulation of him, the rest of the seed surged forth rather than spat, and so it spilled out over her cheek and her lips, draining into her open mouth and onto her waiting tongue. As she swallowed it, Cassie felt more cum streaming over and under her chin and down her throat.  

Despite the thick, heavy consistency of the sperm, it ran quickly against her skin. Thomas saw it ooze over her chin, too, then saw it move down her chest, disappearing into her cleavage and under her blouse. He tore the blouse off with both of his hands, ripping the buttons and shredding the shirt. Before Cassie could realize what happened, he'd reached behind her, unfastened her bra and whipped it from her breasts just in time to see the cum flowing between them. The flood of white reached down to her panties and soaked there before Thomas' cock even slowed in the release of it. He had literally cum a river, and half of that stream had run right into Cassie's mouth and down her throat.

Together Cassie and Thomas moaned and gasped, overcome with passion and the eagerness to continue. They had been surprised and confused and therefore tentative at first, but now, at what was normally the ending point, things were finally starting up. They had both discovered what they wanted, and where they could get it. So they went for it.

Thomas' cock was still dripping cum when he dropped to his knees in front of Cassie. He took her face in his hands, wiped the sperm on the corner of her mouth away with his thumb, and then kissed her with more passion than he'd ever kissed a woman before. She returned his kiss and matched his intensity completely. She shuffled off her blouse and bra, then thrust her bare breasts against his naked chest, pressing her hard nipples into his pecs. Her arms wrapped around his back, feeling the immense size and power of his body. When he put his arms around her, he felt her smallness, her delicateness, but was still amazed by her own power.

He lifted her easily, not breaking the kiss. He felt his warm cum that had run down her taut stomach now smearing against his own body. He slipped a hand down her back to the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, but it was a battle; at the same time, she was trying to bring her legs up and around him. In the end they both won. Thomas gave one very hard pull and the panties snapped off and he tossed them away. Thrilled at his intensity and feeling secure in his grip, Cassie didn't hold Thomas back. She stroked his chest with one hand and reached down to grip his slippery penis with the other. It surprised her that, this soon after climax, he was still quite hard.

But that didn't surprise Thomas. He had rebounded quickly like this plenty of times before, but never had he been this turned on. His cock and hips acted like they had a mind of their own, as if they could smell or otherwise sense how close they were to Cassie's pussy, and began to thrust for her there without Thomas consciously trying so. His fat cock head found her wet lips, but when he pushed in, he slid up and outside of her instead. Cassie's slippery folds caressed his length, and so she pressed herself against him, trapping the huge cock between her body and his. It felt so big and powerful as it pulsed against her belly.

Cassie rocked herself against the erection, stimulating her clitoris against the hard, slick, meaty pole. She kissed Thomas' neck and chest, licked his nipples, and gasped as the fingers from his hands holding her ass worked deeper into her tight crack. Soon she was shuddered and calling out like a woman in the midst of a complete mental and physical breakdown. Her body moved so fast and sporadically, it was impossible to tell if she retained any control over herself whatsoever. Thomas was grunting with her, for even though he wasn't in her, her lips stroking his dick was still highly erotic.

He pulled a hand back and swatted her ass. Cassie rose up against him and howled. She kissed him hard as she sunk back down, this time onto his cock, sinking herself over him and letting his massive member stretch her and fill her. Cassie screamed and cried. She was expecting it to feel very good, but she had no idea it would be so good; that it would be the greatest feeling she'd ever had in her life. This was beyond pleasure: it was a dream, it was Heaven, it was a miracle. The intensity gripped her so tightly that her body refused to pull back off the cock to fuck it. She stayed on him, keeping him in her, slowly taking him a little deeper but not allowing him to retreat at all. His tool breathed magnificent warmth that coursed through her body. At first Cassie thought Thomas had cum again, but this heat persisted and spread everywhere. It was like she had been injected with a heater turned on high. She stifled her cries of ecstasy by sucking Thomas' tongue.

And then she climaxed.

It was not a frantic orgasm, like Cassie expected. She was not screaming over and over or breathing rapidly or throwing her limbs recklessly into the air. Instead, the climax hit her like a huge, rolling wave that picked her up, carried her, then crushed her into the depths of the ocean. She could not scream because she could not breathe. She tensed to a point that shouldn't have been possible, and then the swell of pleasure filled up rather than ran through her body. Cassie felt like she was experiencing something out-of-body, like a miniature universe was opening up inside of her but quickly growing. And just when she thought she would pass out from her lack of oxygen, this universe of orgasm exploded out of her all at once.

No body part felt better than any other part. She climaxed from her fingers and toes, her arms and elbows, her lips and neck and back and her knees. Only her pussy felt different; hotter because it was in direct contact with Thomas' godly piece. Cassie heard herself gasping for air as if she'd just barely reached the ocean surface in time to keep from drowning, and then everything went black and silent. She was still conscious enough to feel the pleasure, but feel was the only sense she had left besides desperate, unquenchable lust.

After some time, however, even that spilled away as Cassie passed out. She panicked as she saw the blackness closing in not because she was afraid, but because she knew it meant her pleasure would not continue instantly. She was going to have to wait.

Except she didn't have to wait. Whether it was seconds or hours she didn't know, but from her point of view, the blackout only lasted a moment. She was very suddenly awake, climbing back to consciousness, and the first sense she had that she was even still alive was the thrilling fire that lashed between her thighs. As she woke up, the feelings became clearer; big hands were on her hips and sliding under her ass, a thick, strong, feverishly working tongue was on her vagina, then in her, fucking her with almost as much power as an actual cock. She spread her legs and thrust herself against Thomas' face, not knowing it was him by sight, but by the feeling.

Kyle could never make her feel like this.

When her vision cleared enough for her to see that it was, in fact, Thomas making deep love to her body, Cassie found it hard to believe she didn't fall into climax right away again. The sight was beautiful; this big man, so toned and muscular, his body so huge and rigid compared to her soft, svelte figure. His face was buried between her thighs, his back tensed and undulated as he maneuvered against her, his shoulders rolled as his hands explored her and moved her, picking her butt off the couch, lifting her cunt to him for a better, deeper taste. He only needed one hand to do this, freeing the other to slide over her hips and up her ribs to her breasts which he rubbed, lifted, and squeezed. 

Cassie was gasping from his touch, but Thomas' words were louder than hers.

"Oh God," he said, his voice muffled by her engorged pussy. "Oh sweet Jesus."

Cassie might have found his words funny if she'd just been watching. But as it was happening to her, she was in too much pleasure, and she couldn't ignore the fact that as incredible as she felt, he seemed to be enjoying it all more. Possibly a lot more.

And he was. Thomas couldn't understand why, which made him all the hotter. Eating a woman out was nothing new to him. He liked doing it, which is how he got so good at it. Women had always told him he had the perfect tongue, but Thomas knew his magic was more technique. His tongue wasn't much larger than the average man's, but over the years he had exercised and trained it, making it feel heavier and broader but with moves that could range between agonizingly slow and gentle to rapid and powerful. 

He was using all of his tricks on Cassie now, and they were having the expected effect--on her. At his end, however, Thomas was experiencing a passion he'd never known. It wasn't just the taste of her pussy, which Thomas had to admit was exceptionally outstanding, even addicting. It was her heat, the way her body moved below and above him, the texture of her skin, the tightness of her body. It was everything, and it was drawing out an animal in him that he hadn't known was there. There was no obvious reason for him to think Cassie's was the perfect pussy, and yet every nerve in his body and every neuron in his brain were telling him that was exactly what it was.

He attacked her, ravaged her, opening his mouth wide and thrusting his tongue deep. There were moments where Thomas was only barely aware that he was sharing this experience with a woman--his feelings were so intense as to seem otherworldly. But then his tongue would strike her clitoris and Cassie would move, and from that, like a bat's radar, the image of her taut, slender body, her white skin, swollen breasts, her narrow shoulders and delicate fingers, her wide, round hips and her gorgeous face etched in a mask of overwhelming delight would find its way into Thomas' mind.

His heart raced, pounding so hard he felt it throughout his body. As much pleasure as he took from her, it was never enough. He wanted to be fully inside her and yet devour her all at once. For this first time in his life, he felt like he was losing control not of her, but of himself. And he loved it. Making hard, frantic love to her pussy, Thomas just couldn't get enough or do enough or understand it at all. She should have been his, and perhaps she was. But more than that, to his shock and excitement; he was completely, utterly hers.




Lust Conquers All



Cassie strained and rolled under him, her breaths pounding forth in rapid, ragged hyperventilating gasps. Thomas had been right; she didn't know anything about herself. The "pleasure" she'd experienced before was nothing compared to what she felt now. And yet she sensed very clearly that Thomas was just as surprised by how impossible it all felt as she did. His maneuvers on her body were strategic and frantic all at once, like a musician who studied his whole life to perfection, but had never conducted a full orchestra until now. Yes, he was playing her, and she was making the music. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his back, giving herself yet another way to feel what he was doing to her.

Feeling Cassie's smooth thighs clench his body was as much as Thomas could take. Already his cock was raging and threatening to achieve orgasm without any direct stimulation at all. He was that aroused. But touching her thighs reminded Thomas of how much more of Cassie he had yet to pay attention to. He pulled his face from her hot, dripping wet cunt and kissed his way furiously up her thigh, then sucked on her calve, licking her all the way to her tiny, bony ankle. Below, he scooted forward and directed his throbbing heat-seeker to her drenched pussy. Amazingly she was still tight, but wet enough to allow him to slide in smoothly. As he pressed in and made out with the heel of her foot, Cassie screamed and begged.

"Oh yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me! Oh my God don't stop! Go faster!"

Thomas wanted nothing more than to oblige, but his own desires were taking hold. His tongue against any part of her body felt great, but even though his dick was in Heaven surrounded by her hungry pussy walls, his mouth suddenly felt empty and dissatisfied as he merely licked and sucked at her ankle. He needed her in him again, and so he dropped back down, pulling out of her with his cock but then pushing back into her with his tongue. He lapped at her lips and clit, holding his whole mouth around her, moaning and sucking, gnawing on her soft flesh and devouring her like a man gone mad. He felt her hand on the back of his head, pushing him against her at first, but then pulling him up. There should have been no force strong enough to pull him away from his meal, yet Thomas couldn't deny her. He rose up along her body.

Cassie clenched her thighs around him again and helped to guide him up. She pushed his face between her breasts, giving him a quick few seconds to lick and suck, then she moved him further upward until she could kiss his lips and feel his huge cock at her entrance. Rather than let him enter her, Cassie pushed herself down onto him, taking him faster and deeper than he would have dared take her, but also taking him stronger, with a grip that would not let go and which he could not escape if he'd tried. She kissed him passionately, tasting herself on him and achieving a glorious high from it. Her arms ran up along his sides, feeling his hard body before wrapping around it and just holding him, feeling him as he began to fuck her, really fuck her, pounding away with a need and enthusiasm she was sure he'd never known before.

Either had she.

They fucked like that for what felt like hours. Cassie never became dry, and Thomas never softened. If anything, he only grew harder and bigger as time went on. They both began sweating, and the natural lubricant helped their bodies to slide together. Their lips were locked the whole time, their tongues in constant contact, each seeking the inner depths of the other's throat. Cassie went wild as more orgasms struck her, some without warning. She flailed and clawed and screamed and bucked, but never did she stop or allow the love-making to slow down. Not even for a second. With every release of energy she had, there was a greater amount of passion already building up behind it.

After a while came a moment when Cassie finally felt herself growing weak. But like a marathon runner pressing on for the final dash, she only worked harder to keep fucking Thomas. Despite his enormous size compared to her own, Cassie maneuvered out from under him, keeping his cock inside her at all times, and reversed their positions so that she, at last, was on top. She sat upright on him at first, her hands on his pecs and fingers on his nipples as she bounced up and sunk down on his huge pole. She reached around behind and beneath her, grabbed his testicles and rubbed them up between her spread butt cheeks and against her sensitive anus, electrifying it. He reached up with both hands to handle her bouncing, swaying breasts.

Cassie climaxed again. She collapsed on top of him, rubbing her body all over his, grinding and slapping her hips upon him, fucking him with every last bit of sense and energy she had. She screamed as she presented her hanging breasts to his face. He hid his face between them, licked her chest, pulled back and sucked her nipples, but then neither of them felt that was enough. Cassie pulled down, raking her hard, wet nipples across his chest before mashing them down under her own weight. Her hips still fucking wildly, she kissed him hard again, and he kissed back, moaning. He came.

At first Cassie thought it was just an amazing, alarming extension of his already huge cock. The stream was so thick and strong and hot that it felt more like a solid. But then it exploded inside her, going seemingly everywhere, filling every last depth of her body that it could possibly reach. 

Thomas grunted with fury and panic. He'd never known it could be this way. Even at his best moments, he had always been in control. Women had always been a way to get relief that happened to result in pleasure. But with Cassie he was experiencing an unheard of level of pleasure that brought him no relief at all. As he pumped his seed into her, all he wanted was to keep going, for hours, days, forever. Even being on the bottom, he didn't stop fucking into her when the cum came gushing out from her full body, or when he had released into her his very last drop. He continued to pound away, staying hard for as long as possible until at last his body simply could take no more. He began to soften and soon slipped out of her.

They were still making out. Slower, but with no less passion. They were still so excited that their hearts were beating as fast as when they'd climaxed as one.

Cassie was still trying to catch her breath when she finally pulled herself up off Thomas' body almost twenty minutes later. She didn't remember Kyle until she looked over and saw him sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. 'My God', she thought. 'How could I do this to the man I love?' It was a shock, but the answer to the question came easily. She could do it because Kyle was Kyle. She loved him, but that was all. For Cassie's whole life, she had thought that was enough. Now she knew better. Cassie had been able to do this because Kyle was love, and Thomas was lust. The battle had been waged, and the winner was clear. Now all she needed to do was find out how much true love Thomas would be able to give.

But as that very thought occurred to her, a hunger that sprouted inside her warm, full body told her that it didn't matter. With Thomas, the lust had been enough to cover everything.

Her eyes still locked with Kyle's, the lover who sat so sadly and disapprovingly across the room, Cassie gave an unfamiliar, almost sinister grin and slid herself down, sliding her belly and breasts in the semen that had spilled from her cunt onto Thomas' body. When she felt Thomas' slick, limp, but still large cock hit the bottom of her chin, Cassie stopped, her eyes still on Kyle, and opened her mouth wide.