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A Valentine's Day

By: silverace1



I have been planning to make this year's Valentine's Day – our first together – as special as possible, my darling.

First, there had to be a special dress for you to wear and I was looking for weeks until I found just the right one for you. It was the slinkiest red clinging silk gown available and I had it adjusted to fit your sexy curves like a second skin. All that held it up were the two tiny shoulder straps. To insure the best hang and effect, you could wear no underwear at all – just the silky sheer red hold-ups and the 5" red strappy sandals to accent the look.

Second, there was the choice of location for the special dinner and the evening to follow. I planned this part long in advance by warning you of a pending business trip for a week starting on February 14th (you were so disappointed that we would not be spending this special day together). It wasn't until a week before the date I was to leave that I told you that I had convinced the boss to let me take you with me and that the location of the meeting was in Aruba. You squealed with delight to be getting away from the cold weather to a tropical island off the coast of Venezuela for a week of sunshine and heat.

Then you panicked and asked "But what about the baby?"

I assured you not to worry and that your mother was coming to stay and that I had contacted all the mothers of the little ones you had been babysitting and they had made other arrangements. I also told you that I had already arranged the hotel on the beach and a wardrobe for both of us for Valentine's Day dinner.

The next week flew by and we were soon flying south to the Caribbean. It was a long flight but you were too excited to sleep but instead quizzed me all about the trip; I told you as little as possible but assured you that most of the time was ours to do as we wished.

We arrived at the Aruba Grand, our luxury hotel right on the azure sea front in the late afternoon of the 14th and were whisked to our penthouse suite overlooking the beach. We stood together on the private balcony with you leaning at the balcony and me behind you with my arms around your slim waist. As we breathed in the fragrant spicy smells of the island famous for its spice crops, you leaned back into me and whispered in your huskiest sotto voice, "Darling, will we be able to make love right here tonight?"

In answer, I turned you in my arms and slid the straps of your light sundress off your shoulders and dropped the dress to the floor. In a flash, your bra and panties followed, as did my lightweight tropical suit and shirt; I was wearing no underwear. I quickly picked you up and lay you on the padded lounge - one of several – on the balcony and, pulling your legs to either side, proceeded to feast on your already dripping pussy! The sound of the lapping surf far below and the warm soft winds only heightened our desire and your crying out loudly to fuck you followed your quick orgasm!

As you pulled your legs high to your chest, I climbed onto the lounge and slowly eased my rock hard cock deep inside you. We were soon rocking together until we came in burst after burst as the open-air lovemaking drove us over the edge.

The sun was nearing the horizon on its way to a glorious sunset, as we lay cuddled together in the afterglow of our rather quick lovemaking. Since ours was the soul penthouse (as I had arranged), we had absolute privacy for our stay. I rolled you on top of me, feeling the firmness of your breasts against my chest, and kissed you with great love. 

"Darling, we have an eight thirty dinner reservation so we only have a little over an hour and a half to get ready. Why don't I pour you a bubble bath and I will jump into the shower stall and then get dressed while you have a soak?"

"But what am I going to wear?" you queried.

I assured you that it was all covered as I patted you on the delicious tush and ran to start your tub. A few minutes later, I heard you singing joyfully in the tub (ah, the sound of a satisfied woman!) while I had a quick shower. After drying off, I ran into the master suite and pulled your dress and accessories from the closet where I had the porter hide them and then dressed in my own summer weight tuxedo and white dinner jacket. I was just finishing as you came out of the bathroom, the scent of your freshly scented body preceding you! What a glorious sight you were as you raised your arms above your naked body to put your hair up in an elegant chignon!

Your breasts sat proudly high on your chest and your firm tummy led down to the shaven pussy with its slightly protruding swollen outer lips! It was all I could do to resist ravaging you on the spot. Then your eyes fell on the bed where I laid out your dress and you were breathless.

"Oh, darling! It is so beautiful and perfect for today! But no underwear – you naughty boy; what will people think?"

"Exactly what I want them to think, baby. That this old man has the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm"

I held the dress high and your raised your arms as it slid with a whisper over your body, almost to ankle length. There was a slit up both sides to just above the knee so that when you sat to slide on the hose and strap on the pumps, I could see your slim legs to the thigh. You would be the hit of the evening and to top it off, I reached into the dresser drawer to pull out the flat jeweller's velvet case and held it open to show you the red ruby and diamond necklace.

As I hung it around your neck like a choker, I kissed your neck and whispered, Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart!!"

You looked at yourself in the mirror and even took your own breath away; the rubies and diamonds sparkled in the light and were only outdone by your glistening tears of happiness. The gown hugged every curve so tight and the silk against your bare skin caused your nipples to harden and poke against the silk. If the light was just right, I could even make out the tiniest sign of the start of your pouting pussy lips.

We walked hand in hand to the private elevator to our suite and it took us 30 floors to the elegant dining room where we would be eating and dancing into the wee hours of the morning.

As we met the maitre d' to be taken across the crowded dining room to our window alcove overlook the pounding surf below, every eye in the house was drawn to the vision of loveliness on my arm. I could feel the brush of your firm breast against my arm and it was enough to elicit an immediate hardening of my cock! Even the voices became hushed as every man's eyes - and even more so, every woman's – was drawn to the heavenly creature (and it wasn't me, my love) as she crossed the room with a grace and sexiness that proved her to be a woman of sureness and self-confidence.

The next three hours spent over dinner passed elegantly with great food and company. We wined and dined like never before and after we were done, I stood, laid down my linen napkin, and held my hand out to you to dance.

You stood as I pulled out your chair – stealing a glance at your firm bum as the dress clung to it so fetchingly – and took my hand as I led you to the dance floor. Given the romantic theme of the evening, all the dances were slow and close so I was able to feel the rising heat of your body as we clung together as one. It seemed to me that we were the only ones on the floor and that the orchestra and vocalist were performing just for us!

We danced 'all by ourselves' for so long your feet started to become a little sore. Since the room was getting a bit warm (there were a lot of people there after all), I paid our waiter and we walked together out onto the beachfront patio and I helped your take off your sandals and stockings (the latter went into my pocket while I carried your shoes) and we set off down the deserted beach away from the hotel and the celebrating noisy crowd.

Since our hotel was the last in the row on the beach, we were soon out of sight as we rounded several large sand dunes. The moon was full and a balmy onshore breeze created just the right atmosphere. I dropped your shoes to the sand and, taking you into my arms, kissed you longingly and with unbridled passion. The long evening of watching you in that sexy almost invisible dress and your perky hard nipples as well as feeling the movement of your body tight against me as we danced was about the limit of my yearning for you. 

As I kissed you, I slipped the thin straps off your shoulders until your proud tits were exposed. I lowered my mouth and hungrily sucked and nipped on the nipples until you moaned as you pulled my face harder into you! I pushed the gown past your hips and with a sexy little wriggle; you let it fall to the soft sand underfoot. Your hands hurriedly worked to remove my jacket, shirt and tie and then fought with my belt and zipper. My clothing was suddenly lying on the beach and we walked barefoot and naked together – you clad only in that glistening choker around your neck – until we were standing waist deep in the still warm tropical sea.

As we kissed for what seemed like hours, you raised yourself upwards until my hands found your round firm ass and I lifted you until your legs encircled my waist. Buoyed by the water – in fact, aided by the gentle waves – you lowered your needy pussy along my rock hard cock until you were buried to the hilt. 

The incoming waves supported our body's upright and also lifted and lowered you on me with almost no effort on our part. Your arms wrapped tightly around my neck as we let the Gods of the Sea make love with us! It was almost magical the way that the wavelength of the incoming surf timed itself to our movements; it was as if the pull of the full moon was influencing the tides for us.

In an eternity of kissing and having your body moving against mine, we seemed to sense the end was near and we drew our faces apart and gazed with so much love and lust into each other's eyes and came together in a massive but quiet orgasm! It seemed that all we had to do at that very moment was to look into the other's soul through our eyes to cum together so wondrously! We had never experienced such lovemaking before!

As the overwhelming sensations finally drew to an end, we allowed our sated bodies to separate and we walked back up the beach to collect our clothing. We waited long enough to allow the warm breezes to dry us off and then I lifted the dress once again over your head and watch as it slowly slid down that body I love so much. Just slipping on my slacks and shirt and carrying the rest over my arm and in my hand, I placed my other arm around your shoulder and we walked slowly back to the hotel.

We passed through the service entrance and took the back elevator to the first floor where we called our private car to our suite. The king size bed had been turned down and candles lit throughout the room. As I had instructed before we left the dining room, a hot bath awaited us in the Jacuzzi tub in the second bath and a bottle of the best champagne and chocolates stood beside the tub.

"We need to get the salt from the ocean off us before we go to bed, darling" I grinned.

Once again, we stripped and crawled into the hot water and I started the jets. As you lay back against me, I poured two flutes of champagne and handed you one. I poured a bit on your shoulder and, as I lapped it up to your giggles as the ice cold bubbly coursed over your breast; I whispered the final surprise into your pearl-like ear.

"Darling, I have to confess. There is no meeting; this is a week of sun and fun strictly for us with all the loving we can pour into it. I hope you aren't disappointed?"

For the rest of that night and the next six days and nights, you proved to me just how disappointed you weren't!

A Valentine's Day at Home



Jennifer got home, and parked in the driveway, and then sat there for a moment, in her car, thinking. It was Valentine's Day, and she wanted to do something a little special, even though she knew that Rachel would probably have forgotten the day. Rachel was bad about things like that, and usually Jennifer didn't mind. Valentine's Day wasn't something they made a big thing of, usually, or otherwise they would already be out at a restaurant which they'd booked months ago, celebrating. It wasn't a big deal to them especially, but all the same, it was something. It was more than just any old everyday day, and Jennifer wanted to mark it somehow. Even if only by having sex more attentively than usual, having sex like it mattered, making time for each other, rather than just going through the same old familiar habits to make each other come.

She got out of her car, and went inside, and found Rachel in the lounge, with her work laptop and papers everywhere.

"Hey," she said, and Rachel looked up and smiled.

"I'm going to have a shower," Jennifer said. "Then I'm going to put on something nice, like a party dress, and heels, and do stuff to my hair. Then I'm going to wait for you in the bedroom."

Rachel kept looking at her, seeming slightly confused. She was sometimes a bit slow about everything else when she was busy concentrating on work.

"You can put on something fancy too if you like," Jennifer said patiently. "Or not. You can have a shower too if you want. Or not."

Rachel still seemed confused.

"We're having sex," Jennifer said. "Like fancy sex. I just decided."

"Oh. Okay."

"Really fancy sex. Because we love each other and we don't do that enough."

Rachel nodded. "Of course. If you want to."

"Because today is..." Jennifer said, giving up and hinting.

"Oh yeah," Rachel said, finally understanding. "Yep. Right."

"Me," Jennifer said. "In the bedroom. In about twenty minutes. Come find me. Or come get in the shower then. Whichever you like."

Rachel nodded. She closed her laptop lid, and started to stand up.

"Not yet," Jennifer said. "In twenty minutes." She appreciated that Rachel had stopped working so quickly, though.

Rachel stood up anyway.

"You don't need to," Jennifer said. "Finish what you're doing."

"I kind of do," Rachel said. "I need twenty minutes to work out what to wear."

Jennifer smiled, because that was probably true, even when it was just picking something to wear in their bedroom. She walked over, and kissed Rachel tenderly, and then went to get ready. 

She had a quick shower, but didn't wash her hair, to save having to dry it. She shaved her legs, though, and scrubbed off her makeup, but mostly she just showered to feel clean and sexy. When she finished, she dried off, then went into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around herself. 

Then she stopped, smiling. 

Apparently Rachel was having trouble deciding. She had opened the closet, and taken three party dresses out, and laid them on the bed in their hangers. They were the three newest dresses she owned, as far as Jennifer remembered, and now she was standing there trying to pick which to wear. She also had shoes out, what seemed like half the pairs of open-toed sandaly heels she owned. She had taken them all out of the back of her wardrobe, and spread them, and their boxes, out on the floor. It really was half her sandals and open-toed heels, Jennifer decided, and a few of Jennifer's as well. There were about eight pairs of shoes on the floor, and Rachel probably hadn't even started picking from among them yet, because she would have to choose which dress she wore first. She had probably got a bit excited because she mostly wore flatter, sensibler shoes for work, and hardly ever had the chance to wear anything fancy, and so would want to tonight, just because she could. And that probably meant the effort they were making tonight was worthwhile, Jennifer thought. Although it also meant Rachel had been right that she would need some time to get ready.

"I can't decide," Rachel said, looking at the dresses on the bed.

"I know," Jennifer said, and kissed her. "You never can."

Rachel smiled. "I love you."

"Me too. Go shower."

Rachel went and got in the shower, and Jennifer lit candles in the bedroom, and dimmed the lights, and then tried to tidy up her hair. She fiddled, trying to do an elaborate updo braided thing, but fairly soon gave up. She put liner on around her eyes, instead, even though the room was dim she could hardly see.

She listened, as she got ready. When she heard the water shut off in the bathroom, she quickly pulled a dress out of the wardrobe and put it on, just so she was wearing something. She didn't bother with anything else, but she didn't want Rachel seeing her naked just yet, not if they were making a fuss of tonight. She wanted to start in clothes, like a formal night, a date night, and then undress each other later on.

Or not, as the mood took them.

Rachel came into the bedroom wearing a towel, and looked at the dresses on the bed. "I still don't know which one to wear," she said.

"The red one looks nice."

"Yeah..."

"The red one looks nice and I know its easy to get off you again."

"Oh yeah," Rachel said, and smiled, and picked up that dress.

Rachel started to take the towel off, but before she did, Jennifer grabbed a pair of shoes from the floor and went back into the bathroom. She didn't want Rachel seeing her naked yet, and she didn't want to see Rachel naked, either. Because it ought to be a surprise. For both of them it ought to be, even though they knew each other well. That just seemed right on a special night.

She waited in the bathroom, and looked at the shoes she'd picked up. They were Rachel's, but that didn't really matter. They were fairly simple, with a tallish heel. They were backless, though, which was the important thing, so she could step out of them easily if she needed to. 

She waited, giving Rachel time to get dressed, and fiddled with her hair again while she did, smoothing it down, and wondering whether she should try putting it up after all. She almost didn't, mostly because Rachel would probably just grab at it and pull it out almost right away, and then she changed her mind and did. Rachel taking it out would be nice. It would be sexy. She twisted her hair up into a messy bun, and fastened it with a clip.

"Are you ready?" she called, once she thought she'd given Rachel enough time.

"Yep," Rachel called back. Then, "No wait. Not yet. I need shoes."

Jennifer stayed where she was.

"Okay," Rachel called.

"Nothing fiddly though?" Jennifer called. "The shoes."

"Nope," Rachel said. "I'm good. Get back in here."

"Have you got heels?" Jennifer called.

"Of course."

"Something high? Mine are high, so I'm taller than usual..."

"They're high. Come back."

Jennifer went back to the bedroom, and stopped in the doorway, and for a moment they just looked at each other. The candles were soft, and warmly flickering, and Rachel looked wonderful, waiting in the dim warm light. Her arms and back were bare, and her hair was up, and her dress clung to her, flattering her, wonderfully fitted in places, and floating a little in others. Her heels were tall, as high as Jennifer's were, high enough they could kiss without either of them bending, and she must have noticed Jennifer's liner and put some on as well, because her eyes were dark and strong and needing in the soft, gentle light.

"You look amazing," Jennifer said.

Rachel shrugged, a little self-conscious. She wasn't used to looking like this, dressed up and fancy, because she didn't very often. Not for work, and not really to go out either. She was self-conscious, but she looked wonderful, and Jennifer wanted her to know that.

"You do," Jennifer said. "You're impossibly sexy. You're incredible."

Rachel nodded slowly, then said, "So are you."

And Jennifer smiled, pleased.

They looked at each other, and Jennifer suddenly wanted to touch Rachel. To touch her, and stroke her, and feel their bodies warm against each other, and to breathe in the scent of Rachel's skin. Jennifer took a step, and then another, until they were close enough to touch. Then she leaned forward, as if to kiss, but instead of kissing she pressed her face against the side of Rachel's neck. She liked the scent of people, and she adored the scent of Rachel. She breathed in, and felt wanting and needing and happiness, all at the same time.

Rachel stood there for a moment, letting Jennifer breathe against her, then she reached down, and found Jennifer's hand, and took it in her own. She pulled a little, pulled Jennifer gently until Jennifer took one last step and they were pressed together, their hips and legs touching, and then Rachel turned her head sideways, getting in Jennifer's way on purpose until Jennifer gave up trying to inhale Rachel's scent and just kissed Rachel's mouth instead. 

She kissed Rachel, tasting her lips, and Rachel made a happy little sigh and kissed back with her mouth open.

They kissed, and for no real reason except that they were them, Rachel kept holding onto one of Jennifer's wrists as they did.

Jennifer felt Rachel's hand, felt Rachel's fingers around her wrist, and wanted more of being held. She shifted her arm a little, pulling against Rachel's grip enough that Rachel felt her pulling and pulled back. 

Rachel stopped kissing, and looked at Jennifer, smiling a little. "You want to?" Rachel said. "If we're being fancy tonight?"

Jennifer nodded slowly, and said, "Yes."

"You want me to be rough?"

Jennifer nodded again.

Rachel was, sometimes, when they got excited, and Jennifer liked it, without quite knowing why.

"I will," Rachel said. "If you're sure?"

"I am," Jennifer said.

"Good."

They kissed a little more, enough that Jennifer felt all breathless and warm and excited, and then Rachel took Jennifer's other wrist, and, holding onto both, she turned Jennifer around, pressing her front against the dresser, so she could kiss Jennifer's neck from behind. She twisted Jennifer's arms a little, just enough that Jennifer knew she was being held. She twisted, and then let go of one of Jennifer's wrists with one hand, and pushed those fingers into Jennifer's hair. She pushed them in underneath Jennifer's bun, holding it and holding her, tugging Jennifer's head backwards, kissing Jennifer's neck and ear. She kissed slowly, her breath hot on Jennifer's neck, and Jennifer sighed, aching with wanting.

Rachel shifted her hands, letting go of Jennifer's hair but still holding her wrist. She slid her free hand down Jennifer's body, feeling her, almost arrogantly. It seemed arrogant, just groping like that, although Jennifer wasn't completely sure why. Rachel did it, though. She squeezed Jennifer's breasts though the cloth of her dress, while still kissing Jennifer's neck. Then she pulled the dress aside, and took one breast out, and held it, pinching Jennifer's nipple gently. She slid her hand further, down Jennifer's front, sliding slowly past Jennifer's hips, and began pulling up Jennifer's dress. She pulled the hem up Jennifer's legs all silky-slow and teasing, pulled it up to Jennifer's waist, and then held it there by pressing her hips forward and trapping the cloth between their bodies, while she stroked the front of Jennifer's legs. 

She stroked Jennifer's legs, and then her hip and stomach, and then, desperately teasingly slowly, she stroked the top of Jennifer's mound.

Jennifer sighed when Rachel touched her there. She sighed, and waited for Rachel's hand to slip lower, but it didn't. Rachel was teasing, stroking slowly, taking her time. Quite cruelly, Jennifer thought.

"Please touch me," Jennifer said. "Don't tease."

"Touch you there?

"Yes."

"Now?" Rachel whispered.

"Yes now. Of course now."

"Really now?"

"Really honestly now. Please don't be mean."

Rachel laughed, and did. She slipped her fingertips down between Jennifer's legs, and brushed them over Jennifer's lips, and Jennifer was so wet that Rachel's fingers went inside her almost as soon as they touched. Jennifer shifted her feet a little, and pushed forward against Rachel's hand, and Rachel felt her move, and laughed softly in her ear, and then rubbed her slowly, tenderly slowly, fingering Jennifer as Jennifer stood there.

"Like that?" she whispered, but Jennifer didn't bother answering. She stood there, feeling Rachel's touch, and needing it desperately.

Rachel rubbed Jennifer for a moment, then pushed Jennifer forwards, against the dresser and half on top of it. She put her leg between Jennifer's, and began to move slowly, moving against her, moving up and down, fucking Jennifer with her leg. Jennifer sighed, happily, trapped between Rachel's hand and Rachel's leg, feeling pleasure as Rachel moved, feeling herself hot and wet and spreading against Rachel's fingers.

Rachel fucked Jennifer for a moment, long enough for Jennifer to want more, then she stopped, and knelt down behind Jennifer, keeping hold of Jennifer's wrist as she did, so that Jennifer still felt pinned and trapped.

Teasing again, Jennifer thought. 

As Rachel moved, she swayed backwards, so Jennifer's dress slipped out from between them. It fell back down Jennifer's legs, and Jennifer was excited enough that even that slight brushing touch, that slither of cloth, was enough to make her want to moan.

She sighed instead.

Rachel knelt, still holding Jennifer's arm, and then stopped, making Jennifer wait again. 

And Jennifer waited.

Rachel's breath was hot on her back, and Rachel's spare hand was caressing silkily beneath her dress. Rachel knelt, and stroked, and made Jennifer wait, and then slowly, teasingly slowly, she slid Jennifer's dress back up again.

She lifted Jennifer's dress, and held it up around Jennifer's hips, and then she pushed Jennifer forward, onto the dresser, so that Jennifer was bent over at her waist. Then, she leaned forward, so Jennifer felt warm breath once again. Rachel leaned, and then stopped again, and waited another long moment.

Jennifer sighed impatiently, and almost begged her just to start. Almost, but not quite, although perhaps Rachel knew.

Relenting, she licked Jennifer.

She licked daintily, licked slowly, licking Jennifer from behind, and Jennifer gasped with desperate, intense pleasure as it happened, and shifted her feet a little further apart.

Rachel licked for a moment, tasting Jennifer, making Jennifer feel wonderful. She licked while Jennifer pressed back against her mouth and tried to feel everything even more. 

Rachel licked, and then she stopped, and stood up, and swapped their positions around. She turned Jennifer around to face her, and then pushed Jennifer down onto her knees on the floor.

Jennifer liked being pushed around. She liked being controlled. She liked someone else being in charge, and making her do things, as long as they weren't greedy about it, and Jennifer got a turn being pleasured as well. Rachel understood that, and knew how to do it well. It was one of the things that had always just worked well with them. One of the things they shared, and enjoyed together. 

Rachel pushed Jennifer onto the floor, so Jennifer was kneeling awkwardly, still in her heels, with her dress half-tangled around her hips. Rachel stood over her, smiling tenderly, holding Jennifer's face in both her hands. She bent down, and kissed Jennifer carefully, so Jennifer tasted herself on Rachel's mouth. Then, still holding Jennifer's face, Rachel pressed herself against it, pressed her pussy against Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer licked as best she could, but it wasn't licking, not really. It was more having her face rubbed on, her mouth used, rather than properly licking Rachel out.

Jennifer liked it. She liked that Rachel liked it, too. She touched herself gently, as she licked. She touched, a little surprised how aroused she was. She felt so wet she felt full, so it seemed like she was only touching wet, rather than herself. She reached up towards Rachel, wanting to compare, but Rachel felt the brushing touch on her leg, and pushed Jennifer's hand away.

Rachel looked down, and smiled. She wanted to be in charge, and for Jennifer not to join in. 

Jennifer was happy with that. She wanted it that way too.

Rachel held Jennifer's face, and made Jennifer lick her a little more, and then she seemed to think of something else to do, and moved them again. She pulled Jennifer upwards, so she stood, and then tugged her over to the bed. Jennifer stumbled a little as she walked, awkward in heels that weren't hers, but the stumbling was exciting, since it was part of them both being dressed up, and Rachel seemed to understand, and was a little pushier than she needed to be.

Rachel pulled, and pushed. She arranged Jennifer. She made Jennifer kneel on the floor, at the edge of the bed, with her chest on the bed and her knees on the floor. Then she knelt down behind Jennifer, and licked her again. She licked, holding both of Jennifer's wrists now, against the bed at her sides. She licked, then slid up and fucked Jennifer for a little while, and then she knelt and licked again, and kept doing that over and over. 

After a while, after Jennifer was lost in pleasure, Rachel pulled Jennifer down, onto her back on the floor, and knelt over her, half leaning on the bed, and made Jennifer lick her too.

It was good. It was what Jennifer wanted. Rachel was good at this, when she bothered. She was wonderfully good at being bossy and demanding and teasingly slow, all in the right kind of exactly perfect way.

Rachel was in charge. She stayed in charge. She shifted them both around. She licked, and made Jennifer lick, and fucked Jennifer sometimes too. She held Jennifer's wrists quite often, and bent Jennifer's arms up behind her back, and pulled Jennifer's hair as well, as they continued having sex. She pulled Jennifer's hair so often that eventually Jennifer's bun came out, but Rachel just twisted Jennifer's hair around her hand and held Jennifer's head down against the bed that way, instead.

Rachel fucked Jennifer, gently and roughly, and licked her fast and slow. She stroked Jennifer's back through her dress, and stroked her legs beneath it, too. Then, after a while, she turned Jennifer over, and held her down on her back as they fucked, pinning her to the bed with her hands on Jennifer's wrists, while kissing her mouth gently and whispering that she loved her.

"I love you too," Jennifer whispered back.

And then Rachel pulled her hair some more.

It was good. It was wonderful, doing this, exactly like this, having the perfect sex they could have when they tried. And it was wonderful having sex all dressed up like they were, too. Rachel understood Jennifer, and knew exactly how far to go, and Jennifer was glad they'd found each other, and was glad they were in love.

Rachel licked and fucked, and fairly soon, Rachel came, fucking Jennifer, holding her tightly as she did. Rachel came, and then they both got up onto the bed properly, so they could lie down rather than kneel. They both stepped out of their shoes then too, which they could because they didn't have fiddly little fastenings. They lay on the bed, kissing and caressing, and soon Jennifer came too, lying on her front, fucking the bed, fucking Rachel's fingers inside her, with Rachel on her back, holding her down, holding her hair, pulling her hair, kissing her shoulder, and whispering how much she loved her.

Jennifer groaned, and fucked the bed and Rachel's hand and Rachel, and whispered, "I love you too," as she came.

And only then realized it had happened quite suddenly.

"Sorry," Rachel said, when she was done. "That was sooner than I meant you to."

"It was fine. It was good."

"I meant to go down on you when you did."




A Valentine's Day at Home



"Later," Jennifer said, panting, having trouble breathing with Rachel on top of her. "Off."

Rachel moved. She rolled over onto her back. Jennifer sat up, breathing quickly. She pushed her hair out of her face with one hand. Rachel was still holding her other wrist, and Jennifer didn't pull it away. 

"More?" Jennifer said, after a moment. "For you?"

Rachel shrugged. "When you're ready."

"I'm fine," Jennifer said, and kissed Rachel, and felt her arm still trapped, still held, and was excited by that.

They started again. They had sex again, more slowly, and this time Jennifer came from being licked, and then, a lot later, she did again, with both their hands together on her. They kept kissing, and touching, and tasting one another often. It was a wonderful thing to do, sex in nice dresses and heels and with touching and kissing and tenderness. It was nice they both still wanted to, after years together, and it was especially nice today, because of the day it was, when the whole rest of the world was being all coupley and lovey.

It was nice, even though they didn't really do Valentine's day, and never had.

Just like they wouldn't again do it again next year, either.



A Valentine's Day Gift



It was a beautiful brisk February evening with a bit of frost forming on the trees and houses. Betsy loved this time of year. It was cold enough outside that she needed to wear a sweater. Having a fire in the fireplace meant she could use her incense crystals in the fire. She was getting dinner ready for when her husband, Paul, arrived home. As she went about her usual evening routine, it occurred to her that Valentine's Day was only two short weeks away. She had been planning a surprise for Paul. It was time to get help in implementing the plan she chose. Betsy was going to need to get into Paul's office before the usual opening time. She had to call one of Paul's coworkers to get some help arranging Paul's surprise. She was sure that Marcus would be willing to sneak her into Paul's office before he will have arrived. 

Betsy picked up the phone and dialed an old friend at her husband's office. She was really hoping that her plan would work and Marcus' help was essential. Marcus picked up after two rings and recognized Betsy's voice right away. She explained to him what she had in mind, and swore him to even before he agreed to help. He was always willing to do what he could for them. Paul, Betsy and Marcus had gone through high school together as the closest of friends. When Paul and Marcus got jobs at the same firm all three were very pleased. It meant that the three of them would stay close friends for a long time. 

Still excited from her phone call, Betsy went into the master bedroom to change into something more enticing, since greeting Paul at the door wearing a revealing nightie always turned them both on. He would smile and kiss Betsy and by the time he would pull away from her he would already be very aroused.. Betsy just had to decide which outfit to put on. She chose the cream coloured teddy; it was very short and a little bit sheer with gold embroidery accentuating her breasts. Stripped naked, she then got into her negligee. She went over to her mirror and looked herself over to make sure it looked the way she wanted. Betsy stood about 5' 3" tall and had a rather shapely figure, she measured 37-24-39. Paul adored her breasts and this showed them off nicely.

She brushed out her long red hair, and headed downstairs to have a glass of port and wait for Paul in front of the roaring fire. He arrived right on time at 5:30. Betsy had a freshly poured glass waiting for him on the coffee table. "I'm in the living room, Paul, come join me." Betsy called to him. Paul strolled over to the living room and stopped still as soon as he saw his curvy wife. He knew her usual style and the instant he saw what she was wearing he knew it would be a long pleasure filled night. He sat next to her on the couch and leaned over to kiss her. What he wanted was a long lingering kiss to help him quench his desire a little bit. What he got was not enough, and now that he was right next to her, his desire was at full attention.

"Paul, dinner should be ready. Let's eat first before we play." Betsy said with a little grin as she pulled away a touch.

"Ok lets eat." Paul replied, with a low grumble.

It was his usual reaction when he knew Betsy was going to tease him for a while before any sex happened. He loved her sweet torture, though. Their lovemaking was always passionate enough to make up for anything she made him wait for. At least he would be able to see her beauty through her negligee. It was even sheer enough to see her sweet pink nipples. He was just going to have to eat first before he could wrap his lips around them. She always made sure that she could force him to wait a bit while she teased and flirted with him. Paul knew that it was always worth the wait. He had always found her incredibly sexy and arousing. He even had to ask her to not call him at the office too often, he always ended up with a raging hard erection each time. Thank god he had a private office with a locking door. He was forced to take care of his hard cock all on his own enough that masturbating at work was a ritual for a while. 

They sat down to eat a cozy dinner complete with candlelight. Betsy took small bites through the entire meal. She knew by now that he'd be watching her capture each bite in her lips. Teasing her husband this way was one of her favorite things to do. Waiting to make wild passionate love was made to be sweet torturous agony for her as well. Their sex was even more wild than most folks, she thought, because she knew that Paul loved her doing this as much as she did. Betsy tried to keep the conversation on anything but fucking, but Paul had an incredible knack for innuendo. 

As they were finishing dinner, Betsy said that she had something to take care of in the living room and Paul offered to do the dishes. Saying that they could wait, she just asked him to pour more port and join her in the living room. He was only too happy to oblige her request. He poured two more glasses and went in a few moments later, sporting a massive hard-on. Betsy was the type of lady who could give him an erection over the phone. Just thinking about some of their adventures in sex made him rock hard. Tonight was no exception. 

"Paul, hunny, Valentine's Day is coming up soon, and I was wondering if you had anything in mind."

"I just thought we could do dinner some place nice. Do you have any preference?"

"No, not really, but I wanted to do something during the day while you are at work."

Ok, no problem. Knock yourself out; go have fun however you want. I'll plan a nice dinner and surprise you with where, deal?"

"It's a deal." Betsy replied. She had a naughty look on her face while she said it, but she was going to make Paul find out why later.

Paul was about to sit down when Betsy caught him by the wrist stopping him with an impassioned kiss. She undid the buttons of his shirt, continuing to kiss him while she pulled his shirt out of his pants. She ran her hands up and down his chest playing with his nipples along her way down to his pants. She loved to play with his cock as much as he loved her doing it. She loved seeing his hard erection through his pants. Stroking the outline of his hard cock with her hands. Gently nibbling his dick through the rough material while she squeezed his balls. He let out a little growl from the anticipation. He loved it, and the look of rapture on his face let her know. 

When she began to unzip his pants she could see a wet spot of precum at the top of his boxers. She knew taking her time was still the right thing to do. She rubbed his hard hot cock through his boxers a little, and then took the waistband and pulled them down. Paul's dick was very ready for her to suck him into an oblivion of pleasure filled orgasm. She put her cool hand on his dick and as she stroked him, she lifted up his dick so she could suck his balls at the same time. One at a time, she slurped his balls into her wet warm mouth. She captured his balls in her other hand as she still pumped his cock up and down. She planted her lips on the tender spot right below his balls and sucked on him there. She wanted him to have a mark there that only she could see. He had to lean back on the arm of the couch to keep his legs from giving out on him as she finally licked her way up his cock. She licked his hot engorged cock head and heard another small groan of pleasure as she took his whole cock in her mouth. She pumped her hand up and down at the base of his cock while her mouth worked on his head and top of his shaft. 

"Oh OH god Betsy you are going to make me cum like this. God here I cum. Uuuh, oh YEA....that's the way baby!!!" 

Paul shook with a massive orgasm as Betsy tried to keep him in her mouth. When he finally regained his power of movement, he reached for her. He held he in his arms until his breathing settled down a bit. Paul finally let her go and motioned for them to have a seat on the couch. Betsy you are so sexy when you give me head. I love the way you look with my cock stuffed in your beautiful mouth. Paul sat down and expected Betsy to sit next to him. She, instead, straddled his lap. His cock had a mind of it's own it seemed and usually stayed hard even after he had cum. She leaned into his chest giving him a hug and kissed him on his neck. She wasn't quite done with him yet. With one hand as she leaned into him, she rubbed his cock head up and down her folds. When she got him at her entrance she slid down on his still hard cock. She rocked back and forth squeezing him with her inner muscles, in her most intimate embrace. It didn't take long for them both to reach orgasm together. She cried out in pleasure and felt her insides begin to quake. That was enough to set him off again. Her spasming insides held him there as they shook with their mutual orgasms. Each time she clenched around him he went off again sending her into a wave of orgasms that wracked her body.

They sat on the couch warmed by the still blazing fire in their own heated afterglow. His arms circled her shoulders holding her to his nicely muscled chest. They were both thinking about valentine's day sitting there together. But little did Paul know that what she had in mind was very different from what he did. They wandered off to bed after the fire died down. Slipping into their warm soft bed still holding each other as they drifted into sleep.

The next morning, she had to think about that to wear, and many other details so that she could be sure Valentine's day would be perfect. Betsy set about making sure her surprise for Paul would go as planned. She talked to Marcus about making sure she had a good excuse to slip out of the house before her husband on the 14th. The day before finally arrived and Marcus called the house to let Betsy know all was arranged for them to have their usual staff meeting the next morning in Paul's office.

"You really sure about this Bets?" 

"Yup, I am very sure. Paul has always said that he has a great amount of self-control. Well, we are about to find out just how much."

Valentine's day morning came and she got her coffee quickly. She told Paul that she had an early appointment. She gave him a kiss and left. The drive to Paul's office seemed to take forever. She was very excited to spring Paul's surprise on him. She parked at the rear entrance at the opposite end from where she knew Paul's spot was. She got her overnight satchel out of the back seat, and waited only a few minutes before Marcus let her in. She thanked Marcus for being her accomplice and headed to the Ladies' room to put on her corset and stockings. The corset she chose was cherry red silk with small roses and little bows as accents in a few spots. She had been wearing them for him for some time now, so she was adept at snugging them up on her own. It came up to right under her tits, and it made her look even curvier when she wore it. The stockings were red and lacy on top. She had picked her most sexy pair of red pumps, the ones with the 4-inch heals. She slipped into her red robe and sneaked into Paul's office unseen. 

The heavy oak doors swung closed slowly, she heard them latch together as she walked over to the closet. She put her satchel on a shelf behind a box to hide it from easy view. Paul would be walking in the building any second now. He'd get his coffee first, say hello to a few folks, and make his way to his office. Once inside the office he'd get his notes out for this morning's meeting. Just as Betsy suspected, she heard the doors swing open and gently close. She was hiding under his large mahogany desk waiting for him. There was no chance that she could be seen from the front of the desk as the wood extended to the floor. She was sure that Paul would be too busy getting prepared for today to look under as he sat at his desk. She was right again. Paul had papers in one hand, and he was just setting his coffee down with the other so he could move his chair to sit. She, once again, heard the door, then a voice.

"Goodmorning, Paul, are you ready to have our usual update today? I assume there is nothing out of the ordinary to discuss."

"Oh hello, Gene, yup all of the usual things. Update on the current client projects, which there are three of, introduce any new clients and any new projects, then ask for volunteers to head them and draw out the intro specs."

"Great, it looks like the first of our assistant VP's are here..."

Betsy waited for the noise to get settled down, then people would be sitting and the meeting would begin. She had to make sure there were enough people around so that he would have no choice but to try to maintain composure. She heard someone say they should sit and get started, as all had arrived. This was going to be her chance. Paul sat at his desk and scooted in. She moved up so she was sitting on the floor just in front of him, and placed her hands on his upper thighs. Feeling his muscles tense, she looked up at him and saw him looking back at her. He was smiling a nervous smile, but he was not able to react to her in any other way or there would be trouble. Betsy was starting to hear the buzz of the meeting beginning as people started to go through the agenda. 

Betsy looked at Paul's trousers and saw that he was tenting them out already. She rubbed his dick through the material, as she nibbled at his hip the same way. She could spend a while like this rubbing and nibbling the sensitive parts of his upper thighs and hips near his dick. First the left side, up and slowly down, then the right from down to up, nibble....nibble.... nibble. Every few moments he would tense his muscles and try to shoo her away. It was all he could do unless he wanted to have the mischief revealed. 

Betsy knew that the morning meetings lasted only about 20 mins. She waited for the last 5 mins to unzip him. She first unbuckled his belt quietly as possible, then unbuttoned him and slid her fingers into the waistband of his both his trousers and boxers at the same time. She pulled them out enough for her to see his engorged cock head. It looked so yummy, all hot and purple. She leaned her head over and licked the top of his hard dick, all of a sudden she heard him cough and clear his throat. Taking that as a good sign, she pulled his boxers down to under his balls and kept a hold of them to make sure they stayed put. With her other hand she circled his hot dick and began to pumped up and down a bit. She was getting ready to lick his cock up and down when she heard someone say goodbye, they had adjourned. She was so entranced by Paul's hard cock that she didn't notice the meeting ending. The sound Marcus' voice saying that he'd catch him later, and to have a good morning, then the door closing.

"Oh, god, Betsy! That was so unfair!..... Jesus, would you suck me already?!?!" 

She felt his hands in her hair, encouraging her to do more. She was only too happy to oblige. She licked her warm lips and encircled his raging hard-on. He moaned softly as she sucked and licked his cock. He lifted his hips and slid his trousers down some. Betsy too her now-free hand under his heavy balls, gently massaging and pulling them just a bit. Paul was beginning to tense the muscles in his thighs. That was her sign to slow down. She put her hand at the base of his cock and stopped for a moment. He gave her a look as if asking what she was up to.

" I don't want you to cum yet. I'm not done" Betsy said.

She tightened her grip at the base of his cock to make sure he waited, and stood up. She gave him a lick again and straddled his lap. She moved her thong aside as she lowered herself onto his hard fat dick. Paul moaned and leaned his head back a little as his hand found her hips. She began to ride up and down his shaft; she lowered herself harder with each return. She liked it hard. Paul began to raise his hips in time with her making him hit bottom each time. She began to feel an intense orgasm coming.

"Oh god, Paul, kiss me before I scream!! I'm cumming.... Oh my god...."

With that Paul kissed her deeply, their tongues entwined with the same passion as their bodies. They shook in orgasm reaching the moment together. They sat holding each other for a bit before either spoke.

"Betsy, how.....?"

"Marcus helped me."

Oh, ok, you had an accomplice, huh?"

"Yes, I sure did. Happy Valentine's day hunny. I hope you liked your surprise."

"Betsy, Darling, not only did I love it and will never forget it, but I also am going to have to find a way to thank you." Paul said with a grin.

Betsy kissed Paul wondering how he would pay her back. That would have to wait, she supposed. He was annoyingly good at keeping surprised quiet. She was content to sit in Paul's lap smiling to herself, knowing her own surprise went so well.



A Valentine's Day Gift



Edited by Connie Ann. 

*

I asked if you wanted a present and you nodded. I poured a dash of cream in a heavy saucepan with medium heat. The chopped dark chocolate pieces melted in the hot cream. I cracked an egg and whipped the yolks into the chocolate. I whipped the cream and stirred down the cooled chocolate mixture with airy whips. I spooned the chocolate mousse in a line from your chest down towards your shaved area above your dick. I looked deep into your eyes while I started licking the mousse from your chest. If I've done everything right then I can enjoy a soft and smooth chocolate mousse from a soft and smooth man, who has a stiff penis right now.

I'm the perfect hostess and command you to taste the luscious mousse. I spoon up a little, one teaspoon is about right, on each nipple and ask if you want to taste. I bend forward when you say yes and let you lick my nipples clean. I expect you to be a gentleman and give me further pleasure by massaging my breasts after the mousse is gone. I would love to receive a little sucking and maybe even some light bites, a treatment you really want to give me before you sit back with gratitude.

I place some airy chocolate mousse on top of your hard cock. I let myself enjoy the dessert and your excited moans. I lick away all of the chocolate from the glans and I continue to suck you. It tastes so good. I take a spoon and put chocolate on your scrotum, just below the root of the dick. I hold the penis so it stands straight up because we don't want to have a mess anywhere. I admire the perfect airy chocolate mousse which is located under your hard erect cock before I bend down and lick lightly on your right ball. I suck it carefully into the mouth so that the ball of chocolate can't slide away. Then the left ball gets the same treatment. I finish by gently lick the mousse from your scrotum.

I keep your hard cock in my hand and I feel how it twiches lightly. I enclose the dick with slightly parted lips and let my tongue play over the small slit in the top of the glans. I hear your moans and it's a signal to begin my sucking treatment of your penis. I let another of your senses be involved to maximize your enjoyment by bringing a spoonful of the wonderful silky chocolate mousse towards your mouth. While you let the spoon get into your mouth, I slide down with my lips along your dick. When you enclose the spoon with your mouth, I do the same with my lips around your cock. A common coherent sigh leaves our lips.

You think that it tastes good. I put a finger into the light brown cloudy mixture and bring my finger to your lips. You grab my hand and while you suck on my chocolate covered finger, you grasp my arm with your other hand and pull me towards you. I straddle you and move forward until I stop to sit down on top of your stomach. Your dick is pressed against my butt, but I'm not really satisfied with that position. I raise myself up and slide backwards a bit until I reach the goal. My hand steers your penis towards the opening between my soft pussy lips and I enjoy sliding backward, down over you.

You close your eyes when my wet, warm vagina encloses the tip of your cock. You press me down over your slightly raised pelvis with one hand on my hip. The top of your dick penetrates my cunt and I can't stop my moaning. You lower yourself a little and let my tight pussy get used to your penis in a few seconds, before your hands take a firm grip on my waist to press me all the way down on your hard cock. 

I lean forward and begin to move back and forth with your dick deep inside my vagina. My tits have the scent of chocolate and they dance in front of your face with an invitation to a closer acquaintance. A man can't say no to that kind of invite. You take a light grip on my boobs with your strong hands and let your mouth meet the gentle areolas while your tongue seeks the hard nipples.

I ride you hard and enjoy the feeling of how your penis works in and out of my cunt while you suck on my breasts. A shock of wild pleasure goes through my body and I've got to sit straight up to pick up the pace. I ride you even harder and our moans make each other company. I close my eyes and I get lost in my own enjoyment when I bounce up and down over your hard cock. 

Your dick fills all of my pussy when you keep penetrating my soaking wet hole. Suddenly I smell the wonderful scent of chocolate that I'd almost forgot and I open my eyes. I see that you've put a small ball of chocolate mousse on your chest. I bend down immediatly to lick it up. I grab your hand and insert the thumb into my mouth and my tongue swirls around it together with the chocolate. I continue to suck on your finger when the mousse is gone.

Your thumb moves downwards to my hard clit near the tip of my vagina opening. I feel how your penis goes up and down inside my cunt while you rub my clitoris with your thumb. I can't stop moaning with pleasure that comes from your gentle treatment. The sensations take control of my mind and I lean forward over you and pull my legs slightly backwards. I ride you hard and fast but with the difference that I can rub my clit against you. I moan so you know that I'll come soon. 

I feel a great disappointment when you stop and move backwards to make your cock slip out of my pussy. You hear my discontent sigh and your spoon with chocolate mousse makes me silent. You give me a deep smooth kiss and pull yourself up behind me. I see a satisfied smile on your mouth before I feel your hand on my lower back and something hard between my buttocks.

I sigh with content and thank you while I feel how all of your dick slides into my vagina from behind to fill it up with sexy pleasure. Your hard penis fucks my warm cunt. I throw my head backwards so that my long hair flies over my shoulders. Your hands leave my waist and take hold of my hair. You pull my head backwards with a gentle and firm grip. I like this even more and realize that you are increasing the speed of your thrusts. 

You work frantically in and out my pussy with your hard cock that slides easily between my wet and glistening labia. Suddenly you release the grip on my hair and tell me to lie down on my stomach. Your dick goes quickly in between my thighs to reward my obediance by finding my vagina opening and go all the way into my cunt with a single slow motion.

Your beautiful body lies on top of me and your even more beautiful penis gets buried deep inside my pussy when you start moving back and forth. My clit gets stimulated when I slide back and forth. It feels nice when you force your hard cock into my vagina again and again. Your high groans and increasingly intense thrusts tell me that you'll come soon. I meet your movements by pressing myself against you and suddenly I feel the familiar thrill from my cunt. 

I scream straight out when I let the orgasm fill my body and my cramping pussy takes you to your climax. You scream out your enjoyment while your pulsating dick pumps my vagina full. Jet after jet with sperm gets shot inside my cunt and mixed with my juice before it pours out. I struggle to get my second orgasm and my pussy squeezes out more semen before you pull your penis out. You lay down next to me and your kiss is careful with a taste of chocolate. I thank you for your delicious kiss. 



A Valentine's Day Hike



I had signed up for a Valentine's Day hike with a group from my college. At this point, I'd rather be screaming, and crying, and punching walls, but maybe a walk in the woods would do some good. She had broken up with me just that morning: no warning, an immediate replacement in the wings, citing some standard babble about age and maturity and what her friends would think. I was a freshman, an angry, sad freshman alone on Valentine's Day. So the hike it was.

The group gathered at the west gate, about ten people bundled in parkas and wool hats. It was warm and sunny for February in New England, but not that warm. I knew the senior guy who was leading the group, James. He offered me a smile as I shuffled up on the sidewalk. I tried to return it, but it was hard enough just being there—smiles and laughs were not in the cards. I didn't know anyone else. I think there were a couple other freshmen, but it was mostly sophomores and juniors. The last to arrive, number eleven, I scrambled into the van after everyone else and rolled the door shut behind. It was a big fifteen passenger, but only one seat was left because the back row had quickly been piled with coats and backpacks. I squeezed in next to an older girl, and reached for my seatbelt.

At this point I wasn't looking up or around much. Still disconsolate, my head felt too heavy to lift. So as I groped blindly for the buckle, I was surprised to hear "Sorry, let me get out of your way," as I brushed the back of a denim clad thigh. The voice was at once bright and smoky, eager and slow. A curling end of gold red hair tumbled into my line of vision. I jerked my head up. She was prettier than her voice had promised. Many more curls sprang from under her cap. Her face was delicate but strong. No makeup. Just wide, full lips, a few light freckles, a bit of white tooth lightly biting on the inside corner of her mouth, eyes wide and green blue and laughing at my surprise.

This was a pleasing development, but not enough to really lift me out of my funk. She arched herself away from me, giving me free access to the seatbelt buckle and a teasing glimpse of her tight, round butt. I buckled in, resumed my dejected posture, and the van was off. I could sense her looking at me occasionally, but I had no energy to be seriously interested. She was just another beautiful, older woman. She was probably only curious about what had me so glum. I stared away, out the window, as we pulled onto the highway and headed west, toward the mountains. Sure enough, she fell into conversation with the guy on her left, someone she new, dropping impossibly sophisticated references every few minutes. I felt younger and younger.

The cold, fresh air in the dirt parking lot revived my spirits a bit. As I stretched upwards and then bent down to retie my boots, I saw too that I was a good eight inches taller than her, and four inches taller than the baby-faced guy she'd been talking to. That made me feel good. I scratched my beard, gave it a little tug as if to say to myself, "Snap out of it! Enjoy this!" and then sauntered over to chat with James about the trail. We were doing an easy loop through the light snow that covered the leaves and rocks on the forest floor. A little elevation, but nothing serious. Six miles total.

We headed out in single file, everyone bundled up again. The girl lingered towards the back of the line and fell in right in front of me. Her coat had been on in the van but unzipped. Now it was zipped all the way up and joined by a thick scarf. But it was one of those coats that grab you snugly high on the waist. I could see her long legs, her whole butt. Those jeans were as tight as practical on a hike. Sexy without being ridiculous. The elastic band of her coat emphasized the slimness of her waist above the widening of her hips.

I guess I was staring, and just then she chose to turn around, smiling at me. My face went red, but it was already red from the cold, so it didn't matter. "My name's Rebecca," she said and held out a mitten to me.

"David," I said and returned the smile, shaking her mitten with my bare hand, much bigger than hers, roughened and a bit hairy.

"Won't your fingers fall off?" she asked. She smiled, widened her eyes, and shivered a bit as if to emphasize the cold. I could see past her scarf where the muscle on the side of her neck moved gracefully.

"No. I like being able to feel the rocks, the trees. Hiking with gloves doesn't feel right."

"Oh, interesting," Rebecca replied.

I felt like it was interesting. A mature quirk, hinting at depths of experience and sensitivity. I hadn't felt this good for ages.

We had walked about a mile in single file when the path started to widen. Rebecca fell back and walked next to me. The hiking was fairly steep, and we both had unzipped our jackets. I could see her silhouette beneath a form-fitting blue sweater. Her breasts were very large, round and high. The corner of her hip bone peeked out between the sweater and the waistband of her low-riding jeans. It was a bit angular, the skin over it smooth and milky.

"Are you my year, David, you seem familiar?"

"Uh, I don't think so," I mumbled, again feeling like I'd been caught staring at her.

"I'm a freshman."

"Huh, you don't really seem that young."

"Well, thank you," I said forcefully, meeting her eyes for perhaps the first time. She met them in return, and then swept her gaze down across my wild beard, my broad chest and shoulders, my long legs straining upwards against the rocks, then up again to the bare trees and the sky.

We got to talking about school and classes, then music, then food. We seemed to have a lot in common, but every minute my spirits fell a bit more. She spoke about everything with such eloquence, such precision. Her opinions were sharp and decisive. She had a broad field of knowledge at her command. Her blend of beauty, intelligence, and wit was intoxicating but also profoundly demoralizing. I was on a different plane. I knew nothing. I was taller than her, but that was it. There was no reason for her to be interested in me. I had nothing to offer. The morning's events came rushing back.

Perhaps sensing a change, she asked softly and teasingly, "What brings you to a Valentine's Day hike full of upperclassmen on the prowl?"

"Well, I didn't know..." I stuttered, "I mean, I wasn't expecting..."

She chuckled, "No, no. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. I'm sure your motives were as pure as mine."

I glanced over and saw her lips parted playfully, right hand gripping her thigh to help push her up onto a particularly high ledge.

"My girlfriend broke up with me this morning," I blurted out.

She turned, her hand sliding up from her thigh to rest on her hip.

"Well, that sucks. I'm sorry. I'm glad you decided to come."

Any other day, the tone of that comment would have nearly lit me on fire, but I was still moping, and it barely registered. We walked on in silence for a while. Soon we reached the highest point of the hike. We all stopped to rest, and it seemed like everyone but me got out a thermos of hot cocoa from their backpack. I had been much too scattered and distraught to make such preparations. Rebecca walked towards the boulder where I was sitting, swinging her thermos from the finger of one hand while fishing a flask of peppermint schnapps out of her jacket pocket with the other. She plopped down next to me, right up against me, actually. I could feel her from the side of her butt down to her thigh, and even the bulge of her calf muscle through the jeans. It was deliberate; she felt so solid and tight against me. My head cleared immediately.

"Open this," she said, resting the bottom of her thermos again my thigh. I took it from her and did as she asked. She broke the seal on the schnapps.

"Do you like it strong?"

"Oh, you really don't have to share," I protested.

"With my Valentine's Day date? Of course I do." She said this without a hint of pity or patronage. She said it with more than a hint of sultriness. I was bright-eyed now. This girl was hotter and smarter and nicer than my ex. Maybe she should have been out of my league, but here she was, clearly coming onto me. I felt a rush of confidence. I was strong, handsome, smart, single. She had the hots for me.

"I like it quite strong," I said. "I don't want to fall down this mountain on the way back, but skipping isn't out of the question."

She laughed, and turned towards me as she did, swinging her right arm around to hug me lightly around the shoulders. Her breast pushed into the side of my left arm. I could see and feel now that it was really huge for such a petite girl. I started to get hard.

She turned back and bit her lip, bending to the task. As she poured the schnapps into the mouth of the thermos, her mind must have wandered. A splash of schnapps soaked into my blue jeans, right where my penis was bulging obscenely out from my upper leg. I really hadn't realized it was that obvious.

"Oh, jeez, I'm so sorry," she breathed, moving the thermos and looking over to assess the damage. What she saw was a large wet spot dwarfed by a seven inch bulge. I moved quickly to cover my leg with the edge of my coat. But to do that I had to pull it out from between us. She was still pressed against me, leg to leg. I brushed hard against her hip as I tugged at my coat, and she shuddered. She was still staring at my lap. I didn't know what to think. Her breath caught, and for a moment I felt an onrushing sense of doom. All the sadness and anger of that morning poured back down.

She breathed out with a hiss and asked, "Are you doing anything tonight? Will you have dinner with me?" So much for doom.

"Yes, yes, I'd love to," I nearly shouted. She smiled, held up the thermos, and tossed back a long slug of chocolatey alcohol. As she put her head back, she pushed her breasts out. I could almost see down the v-neck of her sweater and her undershirt. I noticed a red flush creeping up her neck from the deep valley between her breasts. She lowered the thermos, breathing hard.

"Good," she said and handed the thermos over to me.

"The drink or the date?" I asked.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?'

As I tipped the thermos and began glugging the fiery chocolate, she leaned over and ran her nose and her lips along my upraised jaw line, though my beard, and planted a light kiss with her lips and the tip of her tongue under my ear. I almost did a full spit take, but managed to lower the thermos and keep swallowing. She shifted her hand from her own leg to mine, squeezing through my jacket to feel my cock quickly hardening again. I choked.

As soon as I recovered enough to speak, I tried to regain some degree of suaveness by answering, "Well, the drink seems to be the date, doesn't it?"

"Mmmm," she answered, hovering near my shoulder while her hand worked down and up my leg, as if measuring my length.

"Are you for real?" I asked.

"I want you," she whispered, "right now just this but later maybe much more."

I stared blankly, too overcome with lust and amazement to respond or show any sign of emotion. A hint of doubt had begun to shadow her face when I finally reached down and pulled her to me, meeting her lips, welcoming her hot tongue into my mouth. She moaned.

"It looks like our Valentine's Day hike has been a great success!" guffawed James, standing on a rock about twenty feet away. I surfaced and realized that nine faces were looking at us. Some smirking, some smiling, some disapproving. My body went stiff and uncomfortable. But Rebecca just slid her hand around from my leg to my lower back and grabbed my butt where nobody could see, while loudly reciting an absurd bit of Greek love poetry for everyone's benefit. The tension passed, and I raised my head. 

"Let's get a move on folks," James said, and caught my eye as he said it. He bobbed his head once down towards the path and once further uphill. Rebecca saw it too.

We dawdled as everyone as everyone put away their thermoses and strapped on their backpacks again. But that didn't attract too much attention, as we had been hiking last in line before and everyone must have thought we were just waiting to take up that spot once more. We set off behind everybody else, but Rebecca grabbed my hand to slow me down. I looked at her, half puzzled, half understanding. We gradually fell behind the rest of the group, and then turned and headed back uphill. Past the spot we had stopped was a small clearing, further away from the path. It was sunny there, and the warmth of the sun cut through the February chill.

Rebecca shucked her coat off onto the ground and grabbed me around the middle, attacking my mouth with her teeth, her lips, and her tongue. I pushed off my own coat while returning her attentions, and then, hands freed, reached around to palms the two globes of her ass and pull her towards me, grinding her crotch against the bulge in my jeans. She gasped as we were kissing, and I felt her knees wobble. Her cap was soon on the ground with her coat. I grabbed big handfuls of her curls and alternately pushed her face into mine, kissing her mouth, or pulled it back so I could lower my head to kiss and bite her neck and collarbone.

I stepped back, looking at her. She was breathing heavily, and her nipples were so hard that I could see them outlined through her sweater. Her jeans had sunk down even farther on her hips and her sweater had ridden up, exposing two strings of a red thong and a few inches of flat muscular belly. I reached forward, and pulled the sweater up and off of her. Then I pulled her shirt up, letting it rest on the jutting shelf of her enormous tits. Her bra I pulled down, settling it below her tits. They pushed out in between shirt and bra, heavy and round, seemingly bigger than her waist. Her nipples were long and hard. I looked at her eyes as they danced from green to blue and back again. I looked at her chin, jutting out almost defiantly towards me. I saw her breasts wobble as she breathed heavily in and out.

"Oh, god, please touch me," she whined, "I need it hard and fast."

It was a turn on to hear her, someone who had seemed such an unapproachable intellectual just hours before, beg for the big cock she had felt through my jeans. I reached down and unzipped my fly. With some complicated maneuvering, I was able to pull all eight rock hard inches out. I stood there. The now quite freezing February wind was no match for the amount of blood pulsing into my cock.

"That's the biggest I've ever seen," she said. It looked thick, long, and muscular. But as thick as the shaft was, it was still outsized by the enormous shiny head. She sank to her knees, folding her long legs under her, and moaned as she leaned forward. Her jaw was barely big enough for the head, but she shoved it in heedlessly, sucking and slobbering. She was out of control, hair flying in a wild tangle. Her eyes looked up into mine with equal parts lust and fear. Maybe she feared the size, her pussy already clenching at the thought of being stretched around my penis, but I think she really feared herself, her passion, her own body, and the strength of the emotions controlling it.

"I fucking love you, you son of a bitch," she choked out around my cock, "please fuck me with it and then take me down this mountain and then fuck me with it again and take me out to dinner and then fuck me with it again... Uhh, god, please."

I pulled her off my cock by her hair, spun her around, and pushed her against a nearby tree. She was just grunting and whining now. I think I probably was too. I ripped open her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. I ripped her flimsy red thong right off of her body. Then I reached around her and grabbed a breast with either hand. I felt their unbelievable weight, size, and softness. I twisted and pinched her nipples while she shuddered. Her one hand was stretched past her head, resting against the bark of the tree. The other was between her legs, frantically alternating between rubbing her clit and shoving two fingers deep into her vagina. I moved my hips forward, and the head of my penis bumped against her hand. She pulled her fingers out. They were dwarfed by my cock. I pushed the head forward against her cunt.

"Hard...fast," she groaned, "later there'll be time... explode... break me..." Then she got coherent for a few moments, "I really think I love you already. Now fuck me till I scream."

I interrupted my heaving sighs and grunts to respond, "I love you too," and pushed forward, parting her sopping labia, stretching the outer ring of her pussy with the first third of my head. As the whole enormous head slid in, the small of her back convulsed.

"Oh, give it to me, you bastard," she shrieked, and I drove my cock forward, burying all eight inches inside her petite frame. She immediately started cumming. I could feel the tightly stretched walls of her vagina convulsing. Her tits trembled in my hands. The nails of her left hand clawed at the tree bark. She grabbed at my arm with her right hand, wrenching it from her breast and forcing it up to her mouth. She savagely bit at our intertwined fingers. I began fucking her, pulling the head out with every stroke. Every time it pulled out her orgasm would start to subside and every time it would pop back in her orgasm would build again. And every time it bottomed out inside of her she would mutter, "Fu... fu.... fu... fuckkkkk."

After a minute, she arched her back away from the tree, and began to scream at a whisper, rising in volume. I moved my hands to her thighs, lifting her up and away from the ground, moving her bodily up and down my cock. Her jeans were still around her knees; her tits falling out over her bra; her pussy juices running down her thighs and over my hands. I pushed her body down on my cock, striking deeper than ever before, and began pumping semen into her as she wailed. I came for about a minute, standing there, holding her off the ground with my penis and my hands. She would groan a new curse word as each of my spasms sent a load of semen bursting into her body: "Fuck, shit, cunt, cock, bastard..."

A few more minutes and we had both stopped trembling. I set her down. She reached over to her jacket, pulled a tissue out of the pocket, and wiped between her legs. Then she pulled her pants up and turned around towards me. She smiled. It was a truly happy smile, a calm smile, a radiant smile. Then she knelt once more, and slowly cleaned my cock. She never took it inside her mouth, but just used her tongue: long, broad licks up and down the shaft. When she was done, I stuffed it (now partly hard again) back into my jeans, and she stuffed her huge boobs back into the cups of her bra and pulled down her shirt. We gathered up our jackets and things, and hurried together down the mountain.

The ride back was pretty uneventful. We were both fit enough to jog down most of the way, so the rest of the group really only had to wait about ten minutes for us. The sex had, after all, been fast. We got back to campus around five o'clock. The van dropped us off by the gate where we had gathered. It was only a few hundred feet from the door to my freshman dorm. Rebecca turned to me on the sidewalk, "I live off-campus. 1056 Denham St. Meet me there at seven," and then she walked off.

Those two hours went by quickly between showering, dressing, and sitting in stunned silence on my bed. I was trying to make some sense of what had just happened, and organize my feelings about Rebecca and about getting dumped that morning. Nothing doing. And, of course, I started to doubt myself and doubt everything that had happened. I blamed it on the schnapps. Weren't we just drunk? Wasn't that all?

I was a nervous wreck by the time I got to Rebecca's front door. She answered my knock in a black cocktail dress cut above the knee with a scooped front. Her hair was done up in a bun, accentuating the silver earrings and necklace she wore. She also had on tortoise shell glasses and high heels.




A Valentine's Day Hike



"Come on in, David."

We sat on the edge of her bed and talked. I told her more about Jessica, my ex. She told me about her life. My anxieties subsided in the soothing murmur of her voice. She was so unbelievably gorgeous that even to look at her was almost painful. After about an hour, I was so hungry that my stomach rumbled loudly enough for us to both hear it. She smiled shrewdly. I smiled back. Then before I knew what was happening. she had grabbed the front of my shirt and pushed me back on the bed, hiked her dress up, and swung her legs to either side of my body. She paused there, thigh muscles taught below her bunched black dress, the deep v between her breasts heaving. Then she scooted up, grabbed two handfuls of my hair, and lowered herself onto my mouth. She was already very wet. She hadn't been wearing any underwear.

The shock of this, the sudden contrast in her behavior made me go wild. "Eat me, freshman," she shouted as she road my face, and that I did. I licked and sucked at her pussy like a madman. I shoved my tongue up inside her. I fluttered over her engorged clit. After five minutes she let go of my hair and scooted off of me. I was gasping for breath and covered in her juices. She was now kneeling around my waist level. Her face and upper body were poised: perfect hair, glasses perched on her gorgeous nose, jewelry glinting elegantly, dress swooping cleanly into the shadows between her pushed up breasts. Below she was dripping. With one hand she undid my belt, my button, and my zipper, and fished out my hard cock. The other hand rested on my chest.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she said as she slid my cock into her pussy, and it felt like days passed as I slid into her—days and then months. And she just sat there in her beauty, her brilliant eyes closed, her light pink lips smiling almost coldly. Months and then years. And then with all eight inches filling her up, stretching her to the limit, she opened her eyes and looked down at me.

"You understand this is it?" she asked, her smile widening, "the beginning and the end?"

"Yes," I answered, and pushed my hips up into her even further, watching her smile change to an O of surprise, her eyes widen in animal shock. And she grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it down. She pulled down the lacy black demi bra from which her breasts mounded up and out. She grabbed her own tits, pulling and twisting, and began to ride me with a pounding and cursing fury.



A Valentine's Day Homecoming



Jennifer grinned to herself as she finished running the bath water and slid into the tub. Today she would see her fiancé for the first time in six months. Stationed overseas with the Marines, Michael was simply the most amazing person she had ever known. His dark hair and stunning green eyes never failed to make Jennifer's heart melt. He also didn't have a hard time getting her pussy wet. As her thoughts drifted like her fingertips over his skin, her hips moved under the water slowly, sensuously; as if he were inside her already.

She had been waiting for two years for this day, and the romantic part of her thought it was perfectly fitting that it be Valentine's Day. He was coming home for good this time, not just two weeks of leave. She closed her eyes and slipped deeper into the bubbles, her hands gently tracing the lines of her body. Shoulders, arms, torso; each part of her relaxed as her hands slid over it. Soon they would be Michael's hands; questing, needing, exploring. Her fingers teased up the inside of her thigh, edging closer to her awakening pussy; just barely brushing against the silky smooth lips. She had always kept her pussy mostly bare, but had decided recently to go all out. She couldn't wait for Michael to see it. Jennifer smiled as she remembered telling him about it over the phone...remembered his soft moan as he whispered how fucking hot that was. Her fingers danced in a figure-eight on her clit for just a moment and she debated whether she really had the time.

Wanting so badly to play with her aching pussy, she decided against it, wanting to save the orgasms for tonight. Finishing up her bath, she stepped onto the thick rug and wrapped herself in a towel. Standing in front of the large bathroom mirror, she slowly lowered the towel, looking at herself objectively for a moment; trying to see what Michael swore HE saw when he looked at her. She was 30, with red hair and a fair complexion. She glanced down at her feet, taking in the cute toes and shapely curve of her calves as she looked back to the mirror and worked her eyes up her own body. She was tall - 5'10", and even though her tummy wasn't perfectly flat, and her breasts only a B cup, she smiled when she reached the image of her face. Not bad, she thought. Green eyes the color of Michael's, a nice smile, and all legs. She could live with it. With a little giggle to herself at the thought of taking her clothes off in front of him later, she wrapped the towel around her form again and padded in bare feet down the hall to the bedroom, smiling at the various pictures of the two of them on the wall.

Surveying her closet, she chose an outfit she knew would turn Michael on: A tight red shirt that outlined her breasts, a short black skirt, some black stockings, and a pair of black heels. She loved the feel of the stockings, silky against her just-shaved legs. She liked the way her little pussy felt with no panties, just covered by the short skirt. She slid her hand up her thigh for a moment to where the stockings ended, barely touching the skin above it. She felt her pussy react, and with a chuckle she let her skirt fall back into place. A little makeup and she'd be ready to go.

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A few hours later, she breezed through the doors of the airport, her heels making a soft clicking sound on the tile. She never even noticed the looks she got from the others around her as they watched her long legs stride purposefully down the hallway. Her mind was only on Michael. She finally reached the waiting area, and took up a spot where she would see him as soon as he came out into view. Checking her watch, her stomach flipflopped nervously. He should be coming out anytime. Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking, waiting...There! There he was! Jennifer's face broke into a huge smile as he strode toward her. He shifted his backpack to his shoulder and grabbed her in a tight hug. She felt his kisses on her neck and was overcome by a desire to push him down on the floor and ride his cock right there, while telling him how much she loved him the whole time. His eyes shined at her as they broke away, and they grabbed his luggage on the way to the car, somehow never letting go of the other's hand.  

As Jennifer drove home, she kept stealing glances at her Marine. Everything about him turned her on: his strong jawline, the way his long lashes framed those incredible eyes. He caught her staring at him and grinned. Michael put his hand just above her knee, moving his fingers around her kneecap slowly. 

"I love it when you wear stockings," he said softly, almost to himself. Jennifer shivered in anticipation as he leaned close to her ear. "I am going to fuck you so hard when we get home," Michael continued; his warm breath against her ear. He slowly licked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue, and then settled back into his seat with a knowing grin. She let out a moan of aroused frustration, and he chuckled. 

"What's wrong, angel? Is your pussy wet?" He shifted in his seat and slid his hand up the inside of her leg, gently pulling it away from the other. Jennifer squirmed a bit, wanting his fingers higher. He let his hand linger where it was, but then, ever so slowly, it moved upward. Closer to where stockings ended and skin began...closer to her wet little pussy. Her hips moved as if they had a mind of their own, seeking out his fingers, trying to get them to move higher. Michael nuzzled her neck as his fingers finally brushed against her pussy for just an instant. Jennifer fought to keep her attention on the road, and was glad they were only about 10 minutes from home. His fingers slid back down her thigh, but then started traveling back up again and she mentally steadied herself for their contact. This time, Michael slid one finger in between the lips of her pussy, running it from the bottom all the way up to her clit, sending jolts of electricity up her spine. She moaned softly and pushed against him, wanting him to finger her, wanting to cum all over his hand. He pulled his face away from her neck for a moment and smiled at her. 

"I love you, angel, but you have to wait until we get home." She narrowed her eyes at him playfully as her own hand stole over to his lap, rubbing the bulge in his jeans. 

"You better make it worth my while," she growled in feigned aggravation. Michael's emerald eyes twinkled at her as if to say "It will be." He licked his fingers with a smile and Jennifer tried not to notice as he fished around in his backpack for something. Pulling out a red envelope, he set it on the dash. 

"My Valentine's Day present for you. You can have it when we get home," Michael told her. Jennifer just smiled at him. Her mind was too much on sex to worry about the card.

The remaining few minutes were spent in silence, as Jennifer made the necessary turns toward home and Michael sat regarding her profile with that incredibly sexy half-smile. Jennifer tried not to think about how badly her pussy needed attention, choosing instead to focus on the things that she had set up around the house in preparation for his arrival: the candles, scented with jasmine; the rose petals on the bed; the Valentine's Day card she had strategically taped to the bathroom mirror. She grinned to herself as she thought of the gallon of chocolate milk and the huge box of Cheez-its in the cupboard waiting for him. That alone should get me some good sex, she thought with a soft chuckle. 

As they pulled into the drive, Michael stopped her before she got out of the car. 

"Let's leave the bags until later." She smiled at him and they walked up to the door. She handed him the keys, and he unlocked the door, swinging it open and stepping back to allow her to go in first. He followed her in, closing the door tightly. As she turned to face him, she heard the click of the lock just before he pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately, his tongue sliding along hers. He bit her lower lip gently, and turned them; pinning her against the front door. 

Pulling her shirt and bra up, he wasted no time before lowering his head to her breasts, kneading them with his hands; licking and sucking her nipples. Jennifer groaned, arching her back slightly, pushing them into his mouth. His fingers pinched whatever nipple wasn't in his mouth, and he switched back forth for what seemed an eternity. Jennifer's pussy was on fire. She desperately wanted his tongue, his fingers, his cock. Michael dropped to his knees in front of her, his tongue drawing a wet path down the center of her belly. One of his hands kept playing with her nipple, rolling it gently between his fingertips. His other hand pushed up her skirt, exposing her smooth, wet pussy to him. He made a little sound of approval as his mouth kissed the inside of her leg and his hand worked its way down to her pussy. Jennifer spread her legs a bit more, whimpering softly. 

"Please...please..." she couldn't get the words out. With a wicked smile, he leaned close to her pussy, kissing it softly, being careful to not part the lips. She pushed her hips toward him, but he kept just kissing the outside. Suddenly, his tongue darted between her lips, licking up the length of her pussy slowly. Her whole body shuddered, but he stopped, pulling his tongue away just before he reached her aching clit. Michael paused, undoing the button of her skirt and sliding it down her legs, lifting her foot and putting it back down outside the circle of fabric so she could spread her legs farther for him. Her hands grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer to her, and he obliged; parting the lips of her pussy with his fingers and leaning in. Jennifer moaned loudly as his tongue made contact with her clit. Flicking gently with his tongue, he alternated the pressure on her clit; fast, then slow, then fast again. Her knees were weak and she begged him to let her cum. He slid a finger inside her, rubbing the wall inside, looking for her G-spot. Finding it, he brought his mouth to her pussy again, sucking gently on her clit, flicking against it with his tongue as his finger tapped the spot inside her. He kept doing it, relentlessly, adding a second finger, and her moans got louder as she approached orgasm. Finally her thighs tightened and her body stiffened as her hands pushed his head into her. She screamed as she came on his fingers, and he kept rubbing that spot, slowing down as she relaxed. Her knees sagged a bit, and she let go of his head. 

"Come here...kiss me, please," she whispered. Standing up, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He knew nothing turned her on more than kissing him after he licked her pretty little pussy.

She was already undoing his belt, almost ripping his jeans down. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the constricting jeans. Sliding his shorts down, she watched with lust as his beautiful cock sprang free. It was hard as a rock and she wanted it buried in her tight pussy. But first she needed to taste it. She sank down in front of him, and raised her arms as he pulled her shirt over her head. She unclasped her bra and slipped it off, leaving her wearing only the stockings and heels. He brought his cock near her mouth, rubbing it against her cheek, her chin; all over her face. Jennifer looked up at him wantonly, parting her lips, wanting him to feed his cock to her. He finally traced her lips with it, and her tongue snaked out, swirling around the head and down the side. The silver barbell in her tongue gleamed for an instant before she wrapped her lips around his cock, sliding down ever so slowly until the entire thing was inside her hot, wet mouth. His hands caressed her hair as her mouth worked his cock gently, and her eyes never left his face. He loved to watch her suck his cock. Her mouth was insatiable; licking, kissing, sucking him. Her fingers traced lightly up the inside of his thighs and finally he could take no more. He pulled away from her and told her to stand up. Jennifer smiled at him, her tongue darting out to lick the wetness from her lips.

Pushing her against the door again, Michael put his hands on her ass, lifting her up. Jennifer wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist as he lowered her down onto his cock. As it slipped into her pussy, they both moaned. Michael's mouth sought out hers as he slowly drove into her pussy, loving the feel of its tight wetness. She squeezed her muscles around him, sucking him with her pussy, wanting him to go faster; to fuck her harder. Her breathing was quick, panting; and she heard his voice next to her ear. He flicked her ear with his tongue between the words. 

"Do you like it when I fuck you? Does it feel good? Come on, give me that little pussy. I love fucking it. I love the feel of your pussy." His words only made her crazier, and her legs tightened around his waist as she begged for more. Her nails raked across his shoulders as her cries filled the room. Michael kept talking to her while he fucked her, picking up speed, driving his cock into her harder and faster. Jennifer was in a frenzy, crying out his name, feeling her orgasm coming...

...and then Michael stopped moving. He stayed completely still inside her, but he could feel her pussy spasming slightly around him. It wanted to cum so badly, he could feel it. 

Jennifer's eyes flew open. "Don't stop!"

He kissed at her neck, and she felt his tongue against her skin, doing the same thing he had done to her clit moments before. The thought made her feel faint with lust. 

"You aren't allowed to cum again yet. Not until I say so." She groaned in arousal. Jennifer loved this game. It was sweet torture, but when he finally made her cum it would be well worth it. She moved her hips aginst him, grinding her pussy on his stiff cock. He pushed her harder into the door, his hands on her ass; and she felt a light slap against her ass cheek. 

"No moving," he growled. 

Jennifer whined a bit. "Please let me cum. Please. I'll do anything you want." His eyes were a dark, intense green as he let her legs down and pulled out of her, leaving her standing there. 

"If you're a good girl, I'll let you cum." She nodded mutely, but her cheeks were flushed with desire.

He led her to the couch and pushed her down on her back, spreading her legs wide. 

"Hold your ankles up by your head," he ordered. She complied, and her pink pussy was open to him, exposed. She loved being like this. It made her feel so naughty and bad. She loved getting fucked this way. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, pausing each time he got to her clit. She lay perfectly still, hoping if she didn't move he'd rub her clit more. He finally slid the head of his cock into her pussy, and his thumb, wet with her juices, slid up to circle her clit slowly. Instinctively, she moaned and pushed her hips up, but his thumb went away and she was rewarded with a slap on her exposed ass. 

"I said, no moving," Michael scolded her sharply. Jennifer caught her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to calm down, trying to be patient. He would make her cum hard if she was good. He always did. Michael's cock slid in further, further. It was all the way in now. Jennifer felt so full, so delicious. His thumb started its circling again, slowly, insistently as his cock started to move in and out of her. The sensations were exquisite. He started to pump in and out of her faster, but somehow his thumb didn't change tempo. It just kept doing those lazy circles. Jennifer finally couldn't take it. She needed to cum NOW. She begged, pleaded for him to make her cum. She needed to hear him say it was okay. He paused his thrusting, letting the only stimulation be his thumb on her clit. "You want to cum now? You want me to make you cum?" Jennifer moaned in response, and he took her hands off her ankles, putting them on his shoulders. His thumb went back to her clit, but this time he rubbed faster, harder. His cock was going so forcefully, in and out of her. She felt it coming like a freight train, coming hard. She thought she might pass out, and then it was there; exploding, making her shudder and scream and lose herself inside it. 

She heard him murmuring to her. "That's my girl, let that little pussy cum...good girl..." Jennifer locked her gaze with Michael as she came, feeling his cock slamming into her all the way through. He groaned one last time, and she felt him then; filling her, cumming hard in a chorus of moans.

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They relaxed slowly, winding down one breath at a time; their bodies tangled in a heap on the couch. Jennifer smiled as Michael brushed his fingers against her cheek. 

"Happy Valentine's Day Homecoming." 

He grinned and kissed her nose. "Wanna go get the bags, or just go to the bedroom?" Her only answer was her lips on his.



A Valentine's Day Letter



We're a long way apart, this Valentines day. Despite the miles I want the day to be something we can share, so I've got a plan, and I want you to join in with me. I'm going to get our bedroom all set up for a special night in, and at 8pm I'm going to settle down with my copy of the letter that's inside this card and work through it. I want you to do the same in your hotel room, order yourself some champagne, turn the lights down and imagine every detail. Don't peek at the letter until then! 

I love you! xxx

***

Ah, there you are! Good evening my lover. Are you comfortable? Did you remember to put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door? Ready? Remember to read nice and slowly so I have time to be at the same stage as you, and you have time to imagine everything in perfect detail.

I've just been for a long bath with a glass of wine, and the heating is turned up. I'm wearing my hair down and I've put on that red silk slip with the tie front you bought me last year. I've got hold-ups on, and the really high heels you like me in. The bedroom is full of candles, there are fresh sheets on the bed, and the CD you recorded for me is playing very softly.

I went into town last week and visited that new shop. (Yes, that shop!) It was quite an experience, and I might have got a bit carried away with the purchases, but I think you'll have fun helping me experiment with them. I've got most of them laid out on the bed, and I'll describe them to you one at a time as I try them out.

I'm sitting on the bed now, and I'm running my hands over my body through the silk slip. I'm imagining that you are sitting here too, watching me, and the thought of you is making my nipples hard already. You can really see them through the fabric, and I'm brushing just my fingertips over them, quite fast, to make them even harder.

Now I'm undoing the tie at the front of the slip. I'm opening the front quite slowly, and you'll notice I got some new lingerie too. The bra is quarter cup, so it pushes my breasts up and forward, but it doesn't quite reach up to my nipples, so you can see them jutting hard and tight over the lace edge. There are new panties too, very sheer fabric. Look closely- you can almost see right through them.

I'm taking the slip right off now, so you can admire the new undies better. As I turn round you'll notice the panties have a thong back, and yes, you are right- I've shaved my pussy just the way you like me to. I'm leaning back against the pillows now, running my hands all over my body. I can feel your eyes on me, I'm amazed at how wet I am already.

Time for the first of the new purchases. Bet you'll never guess what this one is? Give up? Ok- it's a bit silly this one, but I bought a nipple chain! Its got two little plastic slides with a silver chain in between them. The girl in the shop said it was important to have really erect nipples first, so I'm sucking my fingers to make them wet and rubbing round and round both nipples at the same time. The flesh is puckering around them, darkening in colour as the blood rushes into my nipples. It always amazes me just how large and hard they get these days, that's the result of all the loving attention you give them. I adore the way you suck them one at a time into your mouth, rolling them with your tongue then sucking so hard it makes me want to cry out. I also love the way they look when you've just sucked them, glistening wet and so red. 

I'm slipping the little catches over the nipples now, and tightening them so they grip tightly. I'm going to leave the bra on, I like the way the combination of exposed flesh and the chain makes me took as if you have bound me in some way. I think you'll like the effect too- I didn't think my nipples could get any harder, but the constriction of the clamps is making them tingle, it feels very erotic.

All this tit play is making me very wet, and rather thirsty. I'm going to have a few sips of wine, why don't you join me, and take those trousers off whilst you are at it. I can tell you are getting hard, just as I am getting wet.

That's better, now, where were we? Ah yes, you getting hard, me getting wet. 

I'm running my fingers over the sheer panties now, they are getting soaked, and that's just making them even more transparent, you can see every detail of my freshly shaved pussy outlined against the thin fabric, and I have to work hard to control my urge to bring myself off right now. We've got three more things to play with yet.

I'm not sure which to go with first, two are things we haven't really experimented with before, one is an old favourite. Let's start with that shall we? It's my vibrator, the one about the size of your finger, that I sometimes use to trigger a massive orgasm when you are inside me. I'm slipping it under the lace of the panties and just slightly teasing myself with it, just flicking it on a low setting over my clitoris and against the lips of my pussy. 

I'm so wet, and I know you want to get closer. I'm going to take the panties off, really slowly. I'm easing them off just a little at a time, letting you get a glimpse of just how wet I am. Now I'm spreading my legs, knowing that your eyes are on me. Although I'm wet, my opening is still tightly closed, I know how much you love that moment of penetration, and I'm saving that for a little while.

I'm concentrating on my clitoris now, using the very tip of the vibrator, and holding the skin tight with one hand so that sensitive little place peeps out from under its covering. Every touch of the hard plastic vibrator is making my innards flutter, but I'm determined not to let myself come too fast. I'm going to spend about five minutes teasing, tormenting, and tantalizing myself. I know you will be doing the same- don't let it go too far though.

I've got a real surprise for you next. This is something we've never tried, and I have to admit I'm not at all sure how it will work out. I bought a butt plug, and a tube of lubricant to go with it. Its red (matches my outfit!), and about as long as your cock, but the shape is different. It starts off very narrow, then flares almost as wide as you, then narrows again, with a wide base. I'm a bit nervous about this, apart from your fingertip I've never had anything inserted into my anus, but I know you've wanted us to try this for a while, so here goes.

I'm lying on my back with my feet drawn up close to my backside, with my legs spread you can see everything really clearly, and I'm raising my arse off the bed a little so I can get at myself more easily. I know this will be much simpler when you are here in person, but for now, you have to imagine that you are helping me. I'm spreading lots of lube around, on the plug as well as on me, and I'm slipping the very tip of my finger in and out of my anus repeatedly to try and loosen up enough to get the toy in.

Here goes, I'm relaxing my muscles as much as I can, and pressing the head of the plug against the sphincter. It's so tight, for a moment I don't believe it will work, but it does, and slowly, slowly, I'm sliding this all the way into my anus. I can tell this is making you really hard, I'd like to reach over and give your cock a lovely long stroke, but I'm a bit preoccupied with these new sensations, so you'll just have to take care of that side of things yourself. This is making me so wet, I didn't realize just how much juice I produced when I'm really turned on, its slipping down to mix with the lube, and now I'm getting used to the sensation of the butt plug, it feels rather nice.

The nipple chain is still doing its thing, keeping them erect and throbbing, whilst down below the butt plug is making me throb in a different way. Time we added the third toy to the party. This one is a lifelike silicone dildo. It feels silky to the touch, just like you do, and I'm going to spend a few moments running my tongue along it, imagining it is your own luscious cock that I have in my mouth. I wish you were here so I could wrap my mouth around your length, suck you into me, lap at your delicate opening with my eager tongue. I know just how hard you are now, how hot and throbbing the head of your cock will be, how you'll be stroking yourself as you read my letter, trying hard not to come until we can both get there together. Soon my darling, you know why I bought this particular toy.

Penetration is always one of the best parts of sex, I know you agree with me. That moment when you stop teasing yourself on my slippery folds and thrust, hard and fast deep into my body, forcing me to adapt my shape to yours, triggering all those fluttering feelings that can lead to such exquisite release. Watch me closely, close your eyes and imagine every detail as I lie here, nipples engorged, breasts straining over the tight cropped bra, anus stretched and filled by the but plug, pussy shaved, slick and wet with my own fluids. 

I'm positioning the head of the dildo over my opening, willing myself to believe it is you, just for a moment. Then swiftly, forcibly, impaling myself on its whole length. Feel the difference with my anus filled with the plug, can you sense how much tighter it makes me inside, how it changes my contours around you, gripping you in new ways? I'm sliding the dildo in and out now, mimicking the hard, regular thrusts you use to bring me close. 

Head back, I'm panting now, my skin starting to sheen with sweat. I don't think either of us want to wait now. I'm reaching for the small, familiar vibrator, turning it on to a high speed, and grinding it hard against my clitoris. I feel so full, the sensation in my anus is making the dildo feel even bigger than it is. It's sure to make me feel even tighter to you, my nipples are on fire in the most pleasurable way, and I've never been so wet. 

I'm nearly there, I want you to speed up to match me, feel my hips writhe, crushing my clitoris with the vibrator, loving the long moment of watery disorientation as my knees turn to jelly and my sphincter softens. That drawn out sensation that is almost as if my insides are rising up on the crest of a wave, only to come crashing down, pounding like surf on the beach, as orgasm after orgasm washes over me, making muscles I didn't even realize were there clench and relax, over and over again. I know you are coming too, you hands slick with your own ejaculation, hot fluid spilling onto the crisp hotel sheets.

I love you. Sex with you is just fantastic.

Of course, I know you realize that I must have done all this when I wrote the letter, otherwise I couldn't have got it to you in time for Valentines day. But I couldn't bear the thought of you being so far away and not having something to think about at least.

I hope you enjoyed my present. It isn't quite over though. You see, if I've timed this right, in about twenty minutes there's going to be a knock on your door. Just time for you to order more champagne and straighten those sheets. And don't worry- I'm bringing all the new toys with me.

See you in a few minutes lover- happy Valentine's day! 



A Valentine's Day Massacre



On Valentine's Day, February 14, 1929 between the verse and chorus of the song, "Ain't Misbehavin," a shriek of, "My tit is fallin' outta my gown you big galoot!" could be heard over the giggling and drunken chaos of the Clark Street speakeasy. Flossie Braun with her red hair curled close to her face spat at the goon hoisting her by the arms to the wall. Sure enough Flossie's forlorn breast and curious little nipple hung it's head woefully out the side of her satin and beaded gown...she was helpless to tuck it back in because every time she tried she was smacked hard on the hand. 

"L.l.leave itttt out lady, nnnnothing gets put under wraps unless III say so," the big goon called Stuttering Al slapped at her hand but not before giving the exposed nipple a furious little flick of his finger causing her to screech even louder. She was followed by 5 other decked out prostitutes all summoned there under false pretenses to "entertain" what they thought were going to be the boys from the Moran gang, with whom they were employed. Instead it was Capone's goons (Moran's rivals) who surprised them at the door and then ushered the apoplectic women to the back room, all of them caterwauling about death and missed appointments. 

Addie Fischer, a small dark haired girl was the only one who remained completely impassive and instead fingered the green beads hanging down between her breasts while she sized up the dire situation they were in. "Hands up against the wall ladies, we intend to do a little search," Vinny "the horse" whistled through his buck teeth, but not before pushing a knee between Addie's legs and forcing them widely apart. 

"If it's your mother you're looking for, I saw her last night with her face pressed up against my ass, you stupid prick," she said, with a wiggle of her ass, pressing her hands firmly against the rough red brick wall to prevent from falling. 

Maggie Malloy kept her curly blonde hair wrapped around her finger and through great gasps of nervous giggling kept asking to use the phone. "Listen lady, there's no telephones in hell and if you don't shut to fuck up you'll be shaking hands with the devil before you can say Bugs Morgan," Marco's big rounded hand, the size of a shovel, grasped at her buttocks and projected her a couple of feet forward with an excited, "ooh!" until she could feel the rough bricks pressing her nose. 

There was an instance of chaos when Addie turned and kneed one of her captors in the balls and made for the door. She was instantly stopped by a distinguished looking man, "Gentleman" Vic Petruchio escorting in the notorious cock sucker, only known by her first name, Tess. "Listen lady, I love it rough. The rougher the better, but if you know what's good for you, enjoy these last moments of your life." Addie was shoved violently to the wall where she was licked from the back of her shoulder up to her ear and then goosed hard on the ass. 

"Pig!" Was the only thing Addie could utter, her fear cutting off her usual constant line of obscenities and insults. Tess gave Addie a wary look and the two held hands as they waited for what was sure to be a firing squad. 

The last two of their group were called "the twins", they were completely unrelated but did everything and EVERYONE together and now sobbed in unison, as they each, Dottie and Betty Lou, dragged their satin shod feet into the dimly lit storage room followed by a gun toting 19 year old pimpled faced hooligan named Tony. A commotion in the corner behind the whiskey barrels erupted as one of the men dragged an unknown girl from the darkness by a handful of blonde curly hair. None of the other girls seemed to recognize sweet Katy McCafferty, the proprietor's wife and manager of the speakeasy.

"Where the hell did she come from?" said Vic unlatching the back door to let in a couple of others carrying violin cases. "I thought the place was supposed to be empty. No matter, stick her ass up against the wall with the rest of the whores," he said signaling to one of the other guys. 

Sweet Katy landed on her elbows from the boot in the ass delivered by one of the two new visitors. Scurrying to her feet, she found herself pressed to the wall with three ladies on each side, all apparently terrified, looking to her for answers. Two of the men had withdrawn machine guns from the violin cases and most of the women now realized that they were somehow caught up in a gangland dispute that had nothing to do with them personally. Within minutes they all expected to be dead. 

"Who the hell are you and what do you want with us?" Katy managed to find a voice for what every one of the other women, including her, wanted to know. 

"It's really simple lady, they all work for Moran and we intend to control prostitution on both sides of the city. When we are finished here there won't be a whore in town that won't get the message. And YOU just happen to be in a bad place and the wrong time now didn't ya lady?" Vinny hissed as he breathed out "lady" with a fog of whiskey and garlic into her unflappable face as he fingered one of her impertinent curls. 

Katy coughed in disgust, " Listen, dead we're useless to Moran and Capone! Alive, we can make your world spin. Why don't you come up with something we all might like and you won't end up spending the rest of the day cleaning up after your own mess." Katy played with his lapels, her fingers rubbing the material as she might tease his balls with her tongue. Then she turned coquettishly towards the wall and pressed her full breasts into the brick with a smile and lick of her lips. There was baboonish laughter amongst the gangsters as they eyed each other hungrily and then looked at the meat that was lined up before their very eyes. Katy smiled dreamily, the beguiling look in her eyes masking the revulsion and the fearful quiver in her lips. 

Maggie stared blankly at the brick wall counting the lines that went horizontally across and then counting the vertical lines and then giggling and starting over, everyone seemed to miss that she was stoned out of her mind. The "twins" stopped their crying and held hands again, looking hopefully over their soft shoulders. Addie and Tess licked their lips at the boys. Flossie broke the ridiculous charade by shouting out, "There ain't no way I'm touching one of these filthy, dirty pigs...see this fellas? " She held her tit in her hand and shook it at them...this is the only private part of me that you're ever gonna see!" The men threw back their heads in bombastic laughter, the echoes of their voices permeating the dank, closeness of the room. 

The girls shouted in unison for Flossie to shut her trap, except for Maggie who just sang softly to herself, "I wanna be loved by you, by you and nobody else but you, I wanna be loved by you...alone...boo boo bi doo!" as she counted those fucking lines. 

Vic reached inside his violin case and retrieved a handled, twenty four-inch long, piece of leather known to most of the ladies as a barber's strop. "So let me see if we are all in agreement," he said, strolling along the line of terrified women. Stopping next to Flossie, he laid the leather strap across her left shoulder prodding the end of the strop against her bared tit. His face was pressed to hers and his mouth grazed gently along the lobe of her ear. "So what do you think I should do with this big leather strap?"

"I think you should use it on that girl over there, the one who ain't one of us, the one who had the big bright idea in the first place." Flossie said through her teeth, her green eyes squinting with unadulterated anger and hatred at the man who held the strap lightly over her threatened breast. 

"Hey fellas, suppose we teach these girls a very painful lesson instead of blowing their pretty heads all over the wall?" suggested Vic. The room was silent except for Maggie's incessant singing. The four men began to inspect the women as if they were genuinely evaluating the difference between fucking them silly or blowing their brains out. 

"Suppose we spare them, what do you think Capone would say?" says "Tall" Tommy the lanky dark haired one with the deep Italian accent. 

"He would kill us without a single thought," replied the garbage breathed Vinnie as he bit off the head of a cigar and stuffed it in between his cheek and his gum, befouling his breath further.

"Yea maybe, but if we rough them up enough to send a message to the rest of their kind, and they agree to work for Capone, then maybe he would treat us like kings," Marco, the stout broad shouldered guy said with a genuine smile. "So ladies, what do you say, how's about coming to work for Al Capone and telling your friends to do the same?" 

Katy was again the first to reply, "Look you can do anything you want with us and you have my word that we will never again utter Moran's name." 

"Who made you the Madam and us you're little hoard of whores? BITCH!" shouted Flossie, signaling her disfavor with a spit against the wall. 

Katy had already turned to face the menacing thugs. Grasping at the buttons of her dress she slowly began to unbutton them with daring and bravado sprouting from her eyes. Her eyes scanned the five main men surrounding them, the other two having gone back outside to keep a look out, gazing along their crotches as if she were looking in their eyes. All but Flossie and Maggie turned to face their fate, each extending a gesture of submission, unique in their own way. The twins clung to each other and kissed, long and deeply, cooing their satisfaction while Addie lifted her skirt to her chin displaying her bright red frilly bloomers, bending into a catchers crouch as if ready to send signals to a fictitious pitcher. Tess curled her tongue like a magic carpet, wiggling the tip invitingly. 

Katy seductively stripped her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall in a heap at her feet. Kicking it across the room, she began strutting behind the line of women, stopping only to poke Maggie in the back, "Hey, sing so we all can hear!" 

Maggie, still mesmerized by the pattern of bricks, began to roar out her tune. "I wanna be loved by you........" Katy strutted and performed to the tune, touching each of the men enticingly in the process. There was no doubt that she had become the master of ceremonies. The question remained, however, whether it was to be a wake or an orgy. 

Capturing a chair from the corner, Katy danced across the room placing it in the center. After circling it a few times and stepping on it with one foot then the other, she arched her body so that her bottom perched high in the air. She grasped the chair's back. "Hey, is anybody going to use that strop or do I have to spank myself?" Smiling, she looked back invitingly over her shoulder. Vic was the one holding the leather strop. Pretending to use it as a flyswatter, he swung it aimlessly through the air striking a pillar or two en route to the daring Katy. 

First he pressed his hand against her back, feeling the firmness of her youth. His fingers trailed across the small firm arch, emanating a tantalizing feeling of life and femininity. "Ladies, so this is the deal. Each of you is going to take a beating in exchange for your life. Katy here will be first, and anyone else wishing to be alive when this is over, form a line right here." He pointed to an invisible line on the floor a few feet behind. 

Like a game of musical chairs, three women pushed and shoved their way into line leaving singing Maggie and Flossie still with their hands pressed firmly to the wall. "Don't worry, I'll take care of these broads," said Vinnie. In one swift movement he pulled his belt free of his pants. 

"So what do they call you?" Vic asked, as if it mattered to know the name of the woman he was about to beat. 

"Katy, you can call me Katy, and I hope you have plenty of experience with that leather thing in your hand," she said, with a fairly obscene wiggle of her bottom. 

The room was fairly silent, save for the incessant humming of Maggie who continued to poke at the cement connections between the bricks. Vic raised the strop and landed it with a loud thud across Katy's frilly panties. She hardly moved an inch, nor did she cry out, she more or less growled under the heavy assault. Her bottom seemed like steel to the leather strap. He raised it again and snapped it with force across her bottom producing an even deeper hollow growl. Katy remained motionless, seemingly challenging him to strike harder. And that he did, raising the strop behind his shoulder and stepping with his left foot like a baseball batter, he slammed the leather across her tightly torqued derriere a dozen times. Her growls became defiantly guttural. 

Tess stood mesmerized, wincing at the sound and sight of the leather strap. Oddly, it excited her to see another woman beaten, particularly one with the bewitching resilience of Kate. Her mouth gaping open with small droplet of spit hissing between her gritted teeth each time the strap landed. Her eyes appear dilated and detached and her lips curled in a sardonic smile as if she were being fed something never before tasted. Tess felt her body relent to the dominant sexuality she was witnessing....watching someone that could turn torment into pleasure. Her arousal was Pavlovian. 

Tess's sudden movement forward interrupted the less than solemn beating. Most were aware of her oral expertise, but none had ever seen her strip. Sticking one leg out from under her mid-length dress, she slowly raised the hem until it exposed her black garters and bloomers. Her stockings were short, ending just below the knee, and her suspenders dangled without purpose like bungee cords hanging loosely around the frilly black bloomers. Her ample thighs were sunless and pale. With one massive step to the side her legs splayed wide. She unbuckled the dress and threw it across the room. Her large breasts filled and spilled from the tightly packed cups of her contoured corset. 

Dropping to her knees she drew her hand down the front of Stuttering Al's pants grasping the zipper as her hand passed over it, ending between his legs and grasping his balls. Her other hand fished around inside the zipper, finding and releasing a long hard purplish cock, which she strained to surround with her fist. Tess dropped her head almost to the floor, still holding the cock firmly in her grasp. 

Al stood motionless gazing around the room at every eye fixed on Tess's fist with pride, his handsome face alight with raw lust. She twirled the giant dick in a circle and then back around, slowly rising like a swaying cobra perched ready to strike with her only weapon, her unequivocally talented mouth. . Her eyes begged his permission, her smile signified her immoral intent, as her ruby red lips slipped over the head and down the purple column stopping only when her teeth tapped against the metal zipper. Tess was a pro and wasted little time gagging on Al's member, pumping it furiously, she suctioned her lips tightly around the rooster's crown. 

Vic raised the strop in a vain effort to continue beating Katy who now had pushed a hand between her legs and was frantically tunneling her finger along her pussy. Tommy pulled Katy away from the chair and pressed her over a whiskey barrel. He roughly pulled Katy's pantalets off and pushed her up on top of the barrel. With one hand he fumbled to open his zipper. The other hand steadied Katy by grasping her ankle. Once in position he leaned forward between the splay of legs and pulled her two legs back, embedding himself in one harrowing thrust. The barrel rolled easily under Katie, giving Tommy complete control of her body as he pushed and pulled her back and forth using her legs like wheelbarrow handles. He beat her harder and harder with his hand as his orgasm became more and more imminent, his thrusts punctuated by the snapping short bursts of skin on skin and hushed moans from Katy.

Vinnie began lashing Flossie and Maggie with the full length of his belt. Flossie turned and spit in his face. Angered, he pulled her in a circle by the hair, flopping her to the floor. Grasping Maggie by the back of the neck he pushed her on top. "Sit on her back and hold her down," Vinnie instructed, pushing Maggie into position with her legs straddling Flossie's back, pinning her arms with her knees. "Pull your dress up and hers too" he instructed. 

At no point had Maggie stopped singing. She seemed oblivious to all that was happening. Obediently, she yanked at Flossie's beaded skirt, baring her from the knees to the waist, pushing most of the dress securely under her bottom. Leaning forward she managed to pull her own dress free but not before stretching her legs out and mostly laying face down on Flossie's back using her exposed tit as a handle. Vinnie ripped off the ladies undergarments and lashed at the two, landing the belt across Flossie's thighs and ample bottom. Maggie was small in comparison, but her bottom stuck out muscular and firm. He lashed at the two, alternating between the wriggling women amassed at his feet. 

Maggie cocooned her head into Flossie's neck, licking and biting while pinching at her nipple in between verses of "Makin Whoopee". Flossie whose fiery temper turned to sudden, uncontrollable lust moaned and struggled to raise her bottom while she twisted and contorted her head to stick her tongue into Maggie's singing mouth. 

Vinnie continued to strap both women, seemingly more entertained by their foreplay then the stern whipping he was administering. Red stripes rose like colored railroad tracks across the two bottoms. Landing on the heaped women, Vinnie struggled to unzip his pants before releasing his stout column. Holding Maggie by the shoulders he thrust into Flossie, while bouncing on her like a mattress. Gasping for air, Flossie flailed at the floor as her pussy was stretched and pummeled. Still stoned and on fire from the beating, Maggie wormed her bottom invitingly against the assault. Her wriggling must have dislodged Tommy who thrust out aimlessly. His creamy coated member, blinded and unparticular, found it's way into Maggie's firm bottom. Flossie lay pressed to the ground while her friend got fucked in the ass. 

Marco grasped one of the twins and pulled her toward the chair. Hand in hand the other followed. Marco pulled one across his lap, lying left to right and then the other right to left.The twins lay one across the other with their feet firmly planted on the floor. Marco raised both of their dresses and began to wail away using both hands. The girls giggled and wriggled and somehow managed to twist around to lock lips with each other. He continued to spank the twins, landing two hands at the same time, like beating bongos, but terminating with force on the two girl's bottoms. 

After Al had finished filling Tess's mouth with his last ounce of desire, he shoved her violently to the side and diverted his stare to the frilly-bottomed twins. Pushing his hands up their thighs, he ripped and pulled off their flimsy bloomers, shredding them in the process. He tossed the two fistfuls of silk and yanked the strop away from Vic with a short apologetic nod to his higher up. Marco threw his arms around the two kissing cousins and held them firmly. 

Al began to lash at their bottoms with the leather strop, "thhhhis is ffffun!" he giggled maniacally as he landed his lightning licks into the shouting twins, each with her own tone, Dottie's high and lilting, Betty's Lou's low and throaty. Dottie fell to her knees and grasped for Marco's cock. At some point he must have been pleasuring himself because out it sprang and into Dottie's mouth. Betty Lou slid off Marco's lap as well and kneeling behind Dottie nudged at her bottom pushing her nose up against her velvet thighs. As Al continued to whip Betty Lou, her headw went into concealment beneath Dottie's dress where she licked and suckled her beautiful "twin's" anus in swirls of candy sucking ecstasy.




A Valentine's Day Massacre



An incorrigible, unrelenting whore, Tess crawled over to the young Tony's feet and gave him a mini- version of what she gave Al, extremely mini in that Tony's youth and inexperience meant that he came all over Tess's face before she even got her mouth completely over his over anxious cock. Sick of Maggie's singing, Vinnie tossed her to the side and continued his violent beating and fucking of Flossie. 

Vic couldn't believe his eyes, never had he seen such an erotic, immorally delightful sight. He was so mesmerized by the squalling naked figures and the flicking of hands and strops and belts that he didn't realize that Addie had sidled up behind him. She slid her hands around to the front of his trousers and unbuckled, unzipped and released them from his hips, they dropped lithely to the floor, the cuffs lightly blanketing her beautiful feet. He closed his eyes as he lost himself in the feeling of her small hands sliding down the back of his legs and then back up to his shoulders. She kissed the back of his neck and then sliding her beaded necklace off her own neck she tickled his back with them, dangling them daintily in her pretty fingers, she let them swing across the back of his thighs eliciting violent tremors up and down his midline. 

With one hand Addie continued to tickle his legs with the beads, with the other she released his own hard penis into her strong hand. She lathered it in its own pre-cum and then slid the beads up behind his balls, stroking his perineum with increasing intensity. Taking the beads now with both hands she used them in a see saw motion back and forth under his scrotum as he shifted his weight back and forth in response the oddly stimulating feeling of the beads being dragged beneath his nuts. Then grasping his cock once again with one hand she used the other to one-by-one stick each dainty green bead into his anus. His groan echoed across the room. Addie stroked him harder and harder and when almost all of the beads were inside of him, reversed and pulled each bead out one by one until he came with a shout, his cum spurting all over Addie's tapered fingers and all over Flossie's toes.

Each man, wrapped up in his own ecstatic cocoon could not realize what would happen next. Katy still draped over the whiskey barrel suddenly flipped back up with a machine gun. Maggie having been tossed to the side had grabbed Vinny's gun and suddenly stopped singing, her face now deadly serious, her eyes narrowed over the sights of her weapon. Tess nearly asked for and received baby Tony's gun and Vic having traded his strop for a gun was already completely helpless and weaponless, his pants down around his ankles and green beads hanging half out of his ass. Flossie threw a completely shocked Vinnie off of her in disgust and Marco with Dottie's teeth now poised around his cock remained motionless and breathless for several moments. Al could only drop his strop and his jaw in amazement of their suddenly dangerous predicament. The rest of the women rushed to find the other weapons and the prey became the predators, no less cunning and probably twice as deadly.

The women hurriedly gathered the men at the dark end of the storage room, each in various stages of dress and astonishment. "Good work Katy, hiding that gun behind the barrels, that was ingenious! You're as smart as you are sexy, ya know that?" Flossie grinned as she kissed what was really their Madame fully on the mouth.

"OR they're real dumb. I thought for sure they'd spy the gun when they caught me hiding behind these barrels! No hard feelings though fellas?" Katy smiled and then she added, "Now one of you is gonna call in your watchdogs, got it?!"

Vic figuring that they knew the whole set up from the beginning and were now doing Moran's dirty work and knowing that they were beat, called in his last two men. The two were quickly relieved of their guns and hustled into the dark corner with the rest of them.

"Gentleman" Vic waited stoically for what was sure to come, Vinnie "the horse" chewed away on his cigar quickly whittling it down to a nub, Marco Manconi just stood scratching his head, while "tall" Tommy paced back and forth like a caged tiger, waiting for the chance to kill his captors. Stuttering Al stood quietly, seriously contemplating his life of crime and began to say a prayer without a single stutter, and Tony still feeling the effects of having his first blow job couldn't do anything but smile nervously as the women marched in front of them brandishing their guns. The other two expecting to never see or experience any of the dirty work exchanged scared glances, their eyes locked in a silent discussion of the incomprehensible circumstances they had now found themselves in.

Most of the women, having received some of the best beatings of their lives simply left while Maggie, singing throatily, "Bye Bye Blackbird," blew the gangsters all away with the stuttering rat a tat tat of a machine gun. Upstairs the band played "Me and My Shadow" in the Clark Street Speakeasy on Valentine's Day, February14, 1929. 

What happened that day has become a legendary part of Valentine's Day history. The bodies of seven men were found dead, shot gangland style against a bloody red brick wall, subsequently sold to a Vancouver businessman who had the bricks removed and used in the men's bathroom of the Banjo Palace. Up until now most thought that Capone was responsible for the brutal killings when in fact a group of faceless prostitutes led by a Madame named Katy McAfferty, in the employment of Bugs Moran, were responsible for the most horrendous gangland killing in the history of Chicago. 

Happy Valentine's Day...boo boo bi doo!



A Valentine's Day Mess



This story is set around Valentine's Day of 2009 in New Mexico, where some people still hold to superstitions and beliefs rooted in a mystical world.

Las animas -- the spirits of the dead and the natural spirits of the land -- are invisibly present everywhere. Witches called brujos can curse people with an evil eye and once cursed only a shaman or a curandero -- a healing witch -- can cure them.

*

The last Christmas present that Manny opened was a card nestled into the branches of the Christmas tree. The card read "For Manny with our love. Mom and Dad." It held a photograph of a smiling, dark-eyed girl. He turned it over and found it signed "Claudia" in an unfamiliar, feminine hand.

"We reached your sister through the adoption agency." Mom explained. "She's an adult now and she agreed to see you. You don't have to go if you don't want to, but we planned to meet at her parents' house tomorrow."

Claudia was the dimmest of Manny's memories. They were separated when he was three years old and he never heard from her or about her again. She was two years younger than Manny and all he remembered was a baby in a pink blanket. She would be twenty now.

The day after Christmas started bright and calm and the cold morning air bit at Manny's lung's. He settled his long frame into the back seat of Dad's car and they drove into the heart of the valley. Dad stopped in a neighborhood of large homes that sprawled among pastures and frosted fields of alfalfa and lavender, all outlined by spreading cottonwood trees. The name on the mailbox was Candelária.

Mom rang the doorbell and the chime was answered immediately by a clamor of voices on the opposite side. A graying man in western wear threw the door open. He gestured them into the foyer and grinned "You must be Dr. Nielson." He stuck his hand out to Dad and introduced himself. "I'm Gil Candelária." There was little need for an introduction; Gilberto Candelária was a well-known attorney.

Gil's wife stood behind him along with a frail-looking older woman and five kids who seemed to vary in age from seven to seventeen. There was a rush of introductions; the Señora, Idalia Candelária, Abuela Ortiz and the five kids whose names Manny immediately forgot. Everyone fell quiet and stood back so that Manny could see past them to where his sister perched on the edge of an ottoman. Claudia sat silhouetted against a wall of sunlit windows and dragged her fingers through her pony tail. She stood when she saw Manny and tossed her dark hair behind her shoulders.

Three hesitant steps were all the Señora allowed Claudia before she reached out and tugged her toward Manny. "Mi Hija," she started, "this is Manuel Nielson -- your biological brother." Manny recognized himself in Claudia and for a moment before he offered his hand he was frozen by her brown eyes.

Claudia looked at Manny's extended hand and laughed, "Eee, no! We hug in this house." Claudia wrapped her arms around Manny and her family laughed while her scent, somehow warm and familiar, enveloped him. She excited him and there was excitement in her eyes when she stepped back.

The conversation slowly settled into childhood stories and Claudia pulled Manny aside. She told him, "Get your coat and I'll show you around." They left through the kitchen where Claudia's grandmother was ready to make empenadas for lunch. Claudia kissed her cheek and as they left Abuela Ortiz focused a piercing look on Manny.

"Is she always like that?" Manny asked. "The way she watched us leave I felt like I was stripped and skewered."

"Abuelita is a little different." Claudia laughed. "My mom grew up in the north." she said, and waved toward the mountains on the north horizon. "Mom and Dad brought Abuela here after Abuelo Ortiz died. She's a curandera -- a healer -- and sometimes she sees things that other people don't see."

They walked side by side past paddocks and pens and fields where cranes and crows by the hundreds foraged for food in a frosty, ground-hugging haze. "This is all your Dad's?" Manny asked, motioning around him.

"It's one of the biggest farms left in the valley." Claudia replied. "The Candelárias were one of the founding families here and they've lived on this land for more than 300 years."

Claudia stopped by a pen where hens pecked around a hog. She used her hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight while she looked up at Manny and asked, "What did your mom and dad tell you about our biological mother?"

"I don't think they know very much." Manny shrugged. "She was from El Salvador. When her husband disappeared she brought us here and asked for asylum, then she was killed in a hit-and-run accident. At least they thought it was an accident. The state couldn't find her family in El Salvador -- probably because she came here with an assumed name -- so we went up for adoption."

"That's about the story I heard, too." Claudia said. "Dad would help if we wanted to find out more, but I'm pretty happy with my family here."

Claudia watched the hog with a distant look and went on, "We're all adopted here. Dad can't have a quiet house, so every few years I get a new little brother or sister."

"My dad likes it quiet." Manny shrugged. "My mom needed a kid, but I guess one was enough."

They walked on to an empty tin-roofed house built of adobe and wood frame. Claudia pulled a key ring from her coat pocket and unlocked the house while she spoke. "This is the house where Dad grew up. It's about a hundred years old. It was built onto an even older adobe house that was damaged in a flood. No one knows how old that first house was." 

Manny listened carefully to the way his sister spoke. While she was with her family she sprinkled Spanish into her English and used the style and sing-song accent of the valley, but now she didn't. They toured the empty house then stopped in a room warmed by shafts of sunlight that fell through south-facing windows. He commented, "You sound different now -- different from the way you talked when we were with your family."

Claudia looked puzzled for a moment before she realized what Manny meant, then she laughed. "Spanglish is like the official language of my mom." she said. "When I'm around her I can't help it; when I'm not around her I talk more like we were taught in school."

They grew closer together as they walked and now they stood almost hip to hip. To Manny there was something intriguing about his sister -- something that became irresistible with her so close. He faced Claudia and found her studying him. Without a word said, she rose on her toes and brushed his lips with hers. Manny was shocked, but when Claudia rose again with her lips parted he bent to kiss her, to taste her mouth and to draw her firm body against him. He held her until she pushed away.

"Oh God, I'm sorry!" Claudia apologized and stepped back, wide-eyed. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and explained, "I like the way you smell and I wanted to find our how you taste. You taste as good as you smell."

Manny understood Claudia's curiosity. "I know what you mean." he told her. He stepped to his sister and touched her hand. Manny struggled for a moment to say what he wanted before the words tumbled out of his mouth. "I'm trying to understand you and to know you and I really want to see you with your clothes off."

Claudia stepped back and her stunned expression was quickly replaced with a mischievous grin. "Okay," she started. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She reached to the zipper on her coat and stopped. "Don't just stand there and watch." She said. "Turn around and get your clothes off!"

Coats hit the floor first, then Manny pulled off his shirt and his shoes. He listened to the sounds behind him and tried to imagine what Claudia was doing; fabric rustled, her feet padded on the floor. He pushed his pants and his boxers down and stepped out of them then asked, "Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Claudia answered. Manny turned around and found his sister with her shoulders hunched forward and her arms crossed over her breasts. She met his eyes then moved one hand down to cover the wisps of pubic hair that curled between her legs.

Manny stepped closer to Claudia and she corrected her posture; she straightened her shoulders, lifted her breasts and dropped her hands to her sides while Manny's eye's traveled over her body. "You're so beautiful!" Manny breathed. He stepped around her and studied her full breasts, the smooth skin on her shoulders, the contours of her back and the curve of her hips.

"May I touch you?" He asked. Claudia's pony tail bobbed as she nodded. He laid his hands on her shoulders and stroked softly down her arms, then rested his hands on her waist. He spoke with his lips close to Claudia's ear, "In my imagination our mother looked just like you."

"My turn." Claudia insisted, and turned to face her brother. He watched her eye's travel from his face to his chest where they met with her hands. She ran her fingers down his forearms and touched his hands, then turned him to study his back. Manny felt her hands move over his shoulders and down the muscles in his back. "I used to dream sometimes," Claudia whispered, "of a man who looked like you. He must have been our father."

Claudia rested her hands on Manny's hips and he could feel her warmth behind him. His cock stood up. It was an involuntary and unwanted response to his sister's touch but -- as embarrassed as Manny felt -- he turned back to face his sister. Claudia seemed transfixed for a moment and started to reach both hands to Manny's hard-on, then she hesitated and jerked her hands away.

"Híjole, Manny!" Claudia gasped. She stepped back, scooped up her panties and started to dress. Claudia watched Manny's face burn with embarrassment and told him "You turn me on. It's not supposed to be this way."

Manny pulled his boxers on and struggled to zip his jeans. "I know." he said, and touched his still-throbbing bulge. He had no doubt that he would do his sister if he could, and that idea didn't settle very easily in his mind. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. This is out of control."

"You aren't the only one out of control." Claudia whispered as if someone could be listening. She tugged Manny toward the door and explained, "I should go change panties."

Claudia locked the door behind them and they started back to the house. Claudia watched her brother curiously. "We've both been here for twenty years. Why didn't we ever find each other?" she asked. "I'm sure I could have picked you out of a crowd."

"Big town." Manny shrugged. "I went to the academy and now I'm at State. Where were you? We may have never been in the same place at the same time."

"I'm at the University now." Claudia answered. "Before that I was a Cougar; if you were a private school boy from the other side of town then that probably explains it."

Claudia turned her head to follow an old Ford as it rolled to a stop on the drive and cursed under her breath. Two men with shaved heads and flames tattooed on their throats climbed out of the car and hiked up their bagging pants. The passenger whistled to Claudia and made kissing noises in her direction. He called "Hey cariño! Come give us a kiss!" 

Claudia told Manny, "That's Jaime, the other one is Carlos."

Carlos laughed, "Bring that little pussy here and I'll make it purr real good."

"Tío Pedro is our caretaker." Claudia explained. "Carlos is Tío Pedro's grandson and he grew up doing odd jobs on the farm. He used to be a good kid, but now he's a South Side Loco -- that's a south valley gang. Last fall they got drunk and beat Tío Pedro. We're pretty sure that they robbed him too, but we can't prove it because Tío Pedro didn't cooperate."

Claudia pulled her phone from her jacket pocket. "They're probably here to see Tío again. Dad got an injunction to keep them from coming here. I'm calling the cops."

They left Carlos and Jaime behind and walked on while Claudia called. They were close to the house by the time Claudia was done, when Abuela Ortiz stepped out of the kitchen and tugged her black shawl around her shoulders. Her grim expression stopped Manny in his tracks. She studied them both then hissed, "Your lust for each other is written on your faces. You reek of it."

"Abuelita, no!" Claudia protested, but then fell silent. Abuela Ortiz's knew what she knew and even Manny could see that a lie would only make things worse.

"Careful what you do, nietos." Abuelo leaned close to warn. "The union of a brother and sister is powerful magic. It can wake las animas."

Abuela straightened her back with a gentler expression on her face and a gentler tone in her voice then said, "Lunch is almost ready. You should clean up." Then she stepped back into the kitchen, leaving Claudia and Manny alone.

Manny was shaken. He turned to Claudia and asked, "How could she know that?"

Claudia glanced at Manny and answered, "I don't know, but Abuela is like that. She knows things."

*****

Manny's mom liked to be in warm places for Valentine's Day. This year Dad took her to Cancún for a long weekend and they asked Manny to look after the house while they were gone. The four-hour trip home from school on the Friday before Valentines' Day stretched through miles of brown desert landscapes within horizons defined by mountain peaks dusted with new snow. Formulas that Manny needed for his fluid mechanics exam occupied his mind, but alternated there with daydreams of Claudia.

"Let's meet at the Pioneer." Claudia proposed, so he planned to leave his bag at home and have dinner with his sister. Seven weeks passed since they first met, but still Manny couldn't understand what happened and he knew from their phone conversations that Claudia felt the same.

The Pioneer Restaurant sat across the boulevard from the University campus. It sold simple food 24-hours a day at prices students could afford. Claudia wore snug jeans and running shoes and when she pulled back the hood of her fitted jacket her dark hair fell loose around her shoulders. They stood a step apart from each other as they ordered at the counter, then slid to the back of a booth by the front windows.

The fluorescent glare inside the restaurant meant that they could see little outside the window beyond the glow from the restaurant's sign, but people milling on the sidewalk could watch them with unabashed curiosity while they talked across the table.

They laughed together over enchiladas and tacos heaped with grated lettuce and cheese, and when they were done Manny insisted "Because we have to." That overwhelmed Claudia's dietary reluctance. He left the table and brought back two forks and a Pioneer cinnamon roll as big as a salad plate, swimming in something that was meant to pass for melted butter.

Claudia used the last bite of the sweet roll to swirl up the butter, then leaned forward and admitted, "Manny, I don't want to go home yet." Manny felt his breath escape and his shoulders relax; there was little that he wanted to hear more than that.

"Do you know how to bowl?" Manny asked. Claudia shook her head and he told her "Then I'll teach you. It's fun."

The bowling alley was uptown and they laughed and joked all the way. Manny leaned over his sister to show her how to score a frame and found again the warm animal scent that so aroused him. Claudia seemed suddenly as self-conscious as her brother. He stepped back and watched while she pried a hair tie from her pocket, then held it between her teeth and pulled her hair back into a pony tail. Even the simplest things that Claudia did were attractive to Manny.

A light ball was all that Claudia could use. "Hold the ball like this." Manny instructed, with his hand under the ball in front of him. "Take three steps forward, bring the ball back on the first step, then let it swing forward and release it on the floor just as you reach the foul line."

Claudia's version of the approach featured little steps and a sudden stop at the foul line; if she didn't drop the ball on her back swing then it usually rolled slowly into the gutter. Manny laughed as his sister twisted and danced and tried to will the ball toward the pins.

They bowled one line and Manny let Claudia decide what to do next. Her eyes lit up and she said, "There's an ice rink on the plaza downtown. Let's go skating!" Manny had never been on ice skates in his life. "I took figure skating lessons until I was twelve." Claudia laughed. "I can show you how."

Manny left his car in a public garage, then they stuck their hands in their coat pockets and walked through the throngs of people who hopped the downtown bars on Friday night. Groups of girls warmed by alcohol teetered in high heels while the guys who got them drunk laughed. Hawkers sold food from carts and trucks in the middle of the street or sold Valentine's Day flowers and candy from tables on the sidewalk. Claudia pulled her brother north away from the bars to find the ice rink on the plaza.

They rented skates at the booth, then Manny swallowed his nerves and stumbled onto the ice. Things never got much better after that. "Stand up straight, Manny!" Claudia urged, but Manny was unsteady and not confident and he bent as if he knew he was about to fall, so he did; over and over. The skating lessons ended when Manny slipped into Claudia and took her feet out from under her. His sister sat unceremoniously on his chest and laughed.

Claudia helped Manny to his feet, then leaned close to sniff the warm air that rose from below the collar of his jacket. She stepped back with a confused look in her eye's and bit her lip. "Oh Manny," she said. "This is so awkward. I don't mean you." she corrected. "I mean, it's happening again."

They turned in their skates and walked back to Manny's car, both quiet and a little sore from the skating experience. They passed a group of men clustered at a corner and heard, "Hey bitch! I have a score to settle with you." The street light was good enough for them to see Carlos and Jaime separate from the group, but Jaime's call also caught the attention of a horse-mounted policeman on the street.

"Cross the street." Claudia rasped. The policeman turned to stop in front of Jaime and they ran. By the time they dove into Manny's car it seemed like Carlos and Jaime must be lost behind them.

"Just drive." Claudia gasped. Manny couldn't read her expression by the dashboard lights, so he wasn't sure what she wanted. She turned in her seat and said, "I should go home pretty soon, but I like being with you, so just drive."

Manny followed a slow line of cars out of the parking garage, pulled onto the street and drove west. Neither of them saw the old Ford that pulled away from the curb to follow them.

They crossed the river, left the valley behind and reached the edge of town. Manny turned north to where suburban subdivisions lapped against the foot of crumbling volcanic cliffs, then Claudia pointed to a pullout and said, "Ooh, take that. It goes up to the petroglyphs. I haven't been there since high school." Manny drove on a sandy trail at the foot of the bluff and then stopped beside a boulder that stood taller than the car. From there the city spread below them, a lake of lights surrounded by the inky darkness of the desert.

Claudia climbed from the car as soon as it stopped and studied the stone. Broken clouds streamed across the sky, alternately hiding and revealing the gibbous moon, alternately hiding and revealing the figures on the stone.

Manny stepped up behind Claudia to look over her shoulder. "Can you see this?" she asked, and pointed to a rough figure etched into the weathered surface. It was barely visible by moonlight. "It's a cougar -- the beast god of the hunter and the warrior. God only knows how long it's been here snarling at the world. Abuela told me once that each of these rocks contains the spirit of the animal or the kachina that's drawn on it."




A Valentine's Day Mess



A cloud moved over the moon and the cougar glyph disappeared into the darkness. Manny turned Claudia to him and inhaled her scent. She hesitated for a moment, then rose into his arms. Their lips and their tongues met and their breath came hard against their cheeks. Manny lifted his sister and pressed her against the stone; she wrapped him with her legs while he ground his hardened cock against her and tasted her throat.

Claudia panted in Manny's ear, "Do you have a condom?" He did not, but his answer was cut off when a car door opened and the sound and sudden light shocked them back to reality. Carlos and Jaime followed them from downtown, then crept up the trail with their headlights off and blocked Manny's car.

"I get the bitch." Jaime said. He pulled a gun from his belt and checked the magazine in the glaring light inside the car then looked up at Carlos, "I'm going to fuck her then I'm going to fuck her up."

Carlos growled, "I get some of that cunt before you kill her." and pulled himself from the driver's seat.

Manny spit out, "Shit!" and pulled Claudia around the rock.

"Let's go!" Claudia hissed. She tugged on Manny's arm and they climbed among the angular boulders strewn one on the other below the cliffs. Manny and Claudia scrambled over huge stones marked with eagles and swas, with snakes and kachinas. They knew that they were already within range of Jaime's shot, so they crouched between the pictured boulders and hoped the darkness would hide them.

Jaime moved slowly. He stepped from boulder to boulder where he could. He called out so that Manny and Claudia could hear, "You called the cops on us, didn't you bitch? Back at Christmas, you turned me in." He stayed high and looked down into the crevices between the rocks. "I had warrants out and they took me to jail, then that dirt bag lawyer they gave me took a month to get me out again. I thought about you all month, bitch."

Carlos walked along the road with his gun in both hands, ready should Jaime flush them out. Claudia held her breath as Jaime got closer and Manny clutched a jagged rock -- the only weapon he had -- and planned a desperate blow to the side of Jaime's head.

Away and out of sight, a shadow lifted from the pictured boulder next to Manny's car and took form in the moonlight. The warrior god sniffed the air and focused on Carlos on the trail, then Jaime on the rocks. It moved over the boulders, slowly at first, then with long strides from stone to stone.

Manny coiled to lunge at Jaime and his movement caught Jaime's attention. The advantage that Manny needed was gone. Jaime raised his gun and grinned down at Manny. His forearm tensed to squeeze the trigger and Manny lunged to swat the gun away. He knew the would never reach Jaime's head with the stone, so he swung the rock at Jaime's knees to take him down.

Jaime collapsed and the big cat took him from behind. Its claws tore through his coat to grip his flesh and the cat wrestled him down among the rocks. The force of their collision threw Manny back into the shadows where he covered Claudia with his body. Fangs flashed white in the moonlight. The cougar snapped Jaime's neck in one bite, then severed his spinal cord with a wrench.

The cougar held Jaime's broken neck in his jaws and Jaime's gun still clattered down a crevice when Carlos reacted. He was too far away and too frenzied to aim. Carlos shot into the rocks and bullets ricocheted and dust and rock chips filled the air around Manny and Claudia.

Carlos emptied his magazine then ran for the car. The cat left Jaime's body among the rocks and leaped after Carlos. Manny and Claudia scrambled out of their hiding place and climbed up on the rocks where they could watch in the moonlight. The big cat caught Carlos from behind. His scream was cut off by the teeth that tore his flesh and snapped his neck.

The cougar paced around Carlos' body and lashed its tail. A cloud passed over the moon and when the moonlight returned the cougar was gone.

A gust of wind lifted Claudia's hair and kicked dust into their eyes. "We have to go! Now!" Claudia hissed. Manny knew that Claudia was right without knowing why. They scrambled down from the boulders while the wind built around them.

Manny was glad to find Carlos' car unlocked because he didn't want to search Carlos' broken body for keys. He threw the car into neutral and they pushed it off the trail. Wind-borne sand pelted his car windows while Manny pulled his car around it.

Claudia caught sight of a white-haired figure beside the trail. Abuela Ortiz stood motionless and clutched her black shawl around her shoulders while it whipped in the wind. Claudia turned to Manny in a panic. "Don't look! Don't stop!" she shouted, and as they left the wind erased their tracks behind them.

They drove through darkened streets, talked and tried to understand what happened. It was far past midnight when Claudia threw her hands up, "I don't know anything anymore! I don't know if it really happened or whether it was some kind of hallucination. If it was real, did we call up the lion like Abuela said we could, or did Abuela do that?"

"Carlos and Jaime were going to kill us, but I'm still upset. Should we go to the police? What the hell would we tell them?" She collapsed back into her seat and finished, "I'm too tired to think anymore. We'll have to talk to Abuela, but I don't want to see her now."

"We don't need to face Abuela yet." Manny said. He turned the car into a neighborhood where large homes spread down a hillside over a tree-lined park, then stopped in a driveway. He turned to his sister and pleaded, "Stay with me tonight. Please. We'll see Abuela tomorrow."

"Oh Manny," Claudia started. She leaned to her brother and kissed his lips, then whispered "I can't say no, but I can't imagine sex now."

Sex was exactly what Manny wanted. He wanted his tongue in his little sister's mouth and her naked body wrapped around his but he admitted to himself, maybe not right now. "I can't either." Manny told her. "But I want to know that you're safe."

Manny led Claudia by hand on a tour of the sprawling house, from the shop on the first level to the big kitchen on the top level. He left her on the couch in front of the TV and she sent a text to her mother while he found a blanket. When Manny got back Claudia was collapsed on the couch, already asleep. He arranged her legs on the cushion, then laid on the couch with her and spread the blankets over them both.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Manny whispered in Claudia's ear, then closed his eyes and slept.

*****

The stubble on Manny's chin irritated Claudia, so she rose early in the morning. Manny woke with a start when he realized that she was gone, then followed the sound of her footsteps to the kitchen overhead. He found Claudia working at the sink. He leaned in the doorway and looked at his sister, from her dark hair, now pinned up off her shoulders, down the graceful line of her neck to the old red-fleece warm-up that she must have found in his closet. To Manny, Claudia looked like a girl-sized Valentine's Day present.

Claudia smiled when she found her brother watching. "I found everything I need to make breakfast burritos." she said. "Do you want one? With green chile?" Manny nodded his reply, then Claudia pointed to the sliding glass door that opened to the swimming pool. "Is that a friend of yours?" she asked. "He's been watching me."

"I've never seen him before." Manny answered uneasily. A raven hopped along the patio outside the door and peered into the kitchen. Manny stepped to the glass and the bird launched itself to the top of the patio wall. It turned there and still watched. "He might be something more to ask Abuela about." Manny said.

Claudia shook her head. "So many things." Manny sat down when she brought coffee to the table then two burritos wrapped in paper towels. Claudia took the seat across from Manny and told him, "I've been thinking about last night -- about the good stuff as well as about Carlos and Jaime. Manny, I had a wonderful time until then."

Manny watched his sister's expressions and shrugged. "I had a lot of fun last night. As far as Carlos and Jaime go, that bothers me a lot. I may never get that settled, but we didn't do it to them and if they weren't dead now then probably we would be."

"I know." Claudia replied. She glanced at the raven still watching from the door before she continued. "I showered, rinsed out my clothes and put them in the drier. Is there a drugstore near here? I need to get some things."

"Sure." Manny answered. "There's a supermarket about four blocks from here." He glanced out the window, then went on. "It looks nice out. I'll walk you over there. What do you need?"

"Just things." Claudia shrugged, and Manny realized that he should get his sister something for Valentine's Day.

Manny showered and shaved after breakfast. He rinsed and toweled his face when he was done, then put his razor away and turned to Claudia. "Better?" he asked. 

"Let's see." Claudia said. She smiled into her brother's eyes and stroked both hands along the line of his jaw, then pulled away and answered, "Much better. I'll change into my clothes, then let's go."

The morning was cold but brilliant. A flock of crows rose through frost-covered trees as they passed the park and brightly-colored hot air balloons floated in a clear blue sky; five in a group overhead and more over the distant valley. At least for a while the crisp morning erased dark memories from the night before.

They waded through pigeons that strutted outside the supermarket then hurried through the automatic doors. Claudia stopped inside and looked around before she told Manny, "Let's split up. I'll see you at the checkout."

Manny wandered a little before he found the store's seasonal aisle. Stock boys labored to remove the Valentine's Day gifts and decorations and put up green party favors for St. Patrick's Day. They didn't leave a lot to pick from. Manny found a box of dark chocolate cherry cordials then looked for a teddy bear. Instead, he found a tan-colored plush cat with a red bow on it's neck.

Claudia met him at the checkout. "What did you get?" she asked, trying to peek around him.

"I'll show you at home." Manny said, and held the bag so she couldn't see. Claudia tugged on Manny's arm to get him home faster, then at home Manny didn't wait for Claudia to get her coat off. He dropped on the couch and pulled her to sit on the edge of the coffee table in front of him.

"Happy Valentine's Day." Manny said, and produced the box of chocolates from his bag.

Claudia gushed, "Manny, thank you. I love these!" while she peeled the cellophane wrap off the box. She looked up again and found Manny sitting with the cat facing her on his lap.

"Eee, Manny!" Claudia squealed. She clapped her hands and laughed, "That's so cute! After last night, a little scary, too."

Claudia put the candy aside a squeezed the plush cat against her breasts. She climbed over Manny and settled astride his lap, then whispered with their lips nearly brushing, "I got something for us, too." She reached into her coat pocket and produced a new hair brush. "Not that." she said, and dropped the brush on the floor. She reached again into her coat pocket and produced a small box.

It was a box of condoms, and the sight sent a thrill through Manny. He rolled Claudia onto the couch where they slept together the night before. "Are you sure?" he asked. "There were reasons why you didn't want to do this."

"We've been separated all my life Manny. I want us to be together. I want you in me." Claudia answered. Manny already had his hands inside her coat and she pushed her breasts back against his touch. She panted, "We've both wanted this since we met. Let's do it right now."

Manny opened his sister's jeans and slipped his hand down into her panties. He combed his fingers through her curling pubic hair. Her soft vulva cradled a hardening nub and her labia were already wet with her nectar. He pushed one finger into her then two fingers to open her and sooth her.

"Fuck me Manny. Fuck me right now." Claudia gasped in her brother's ear. He sniffed at her musky scent on his fingers while he climbed off the couch. Manny stripped Claudia's jeans and panties off from her while she opened a condom packet and then she waited while he climbed between her legs.

Manny's pants were around his knees and his hard-on strained to enter her. He waited while Claudia rolled the condom on, then he watched his sister's expression while he worked the head of his cock between her labia, then down and into her. Claudia lifted her legs around her brother's waist and writhed under him while his cock slowly filled her. He felt his pubic bone land against Claudia and his thick shaft throbbed inside her. Manny gasped in her ear. "This isn't going to last very long."

"Don't stop, mijo." Claudia groaned. She forced her hands under her brother's shirt and around his shoulders to dig her fingernails into his back. She gasped, "Do it now!"

Manny pushed back against the pain from Claudia's grip. He thrust his tongue between her lips while he pumped his cock in her cunt. Manny broke their kiss only to bellow while his climax erupted deep inside his sister.

Claudia kissed Manny's face and his neck and dragged the tender skin on his throat through her teeth while he relaxed beside her. For now, he was spent. She shifted her body so his cock slipped out of her then she peeled the filled condom off from him and dropped it beside the couch. "That was what I wanted." Claudia rasped in her big brother's ear, "Exactly what I wanted."

Their clothes became intolerable barriers between them. Manny kicked his shoes away and pushed his jeans off, then they both fumbled to strip each other's jacket and shirt. Claudia's bra was the last bit of fabric to hit the floor. Their embrace brought bare skin against bare skin and lips to lips.

Claudia's breath was warm on Manny's cheek, and then hot on his throat. He couldn't tell whether it was his sister's hands around his cock that so aroused him again or the way her body moved in his arms or her kisses on his lips and his throat. Manny's cock ached. He twisted to get his sister under him again, then slipped off the couch and sat with a thump on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Claudia asked, and laughed at her brother.

"Oh God, yes!" Manny groaned and relaxed onto his back with his hard-on resting on his belly. Claudia climbed off the couch and straddled Manny with his cock under her. She kissed his face, then pushed against his chest while she rubbed herself along the length of his hard-on.

"I'm going to make you come again." Claudia said with a grin. She found the condoms on the table, then guided his cock between the dripping folds of her pussy. Manny caught his breath while she took him. She used short motions that stopped when she came to rest against him with her body wrapping the entire, sensitive length of his shaft.

Manny watched Claudia labor over him; her hair fell loose and hung about her face, her breasts bobbed while she ground herself against him. Claudia leaned forward with her hands on his ribs and she dug her fingers into his sides as her excitement grew.

"I already have scratches on my back." Manny said, and peeled her hands off his ribs. He trapped her wrists in both hands then held them between her breasts. "I don't want bruises on my sides, too." Claudia didn't say a word; she leaned forward against his grip and continued her sinuous grind.

It was Claudia who climaxed. She thrashed about on her brother and gasped as her spasms pulsed around his cock, then she went limp. Manny gathered her to his chest and stroked her hair while she relaxed with his hard-on still moving inside her.

"But you didn't come, did you?" Claudia groaned. Manny sat up with his sister held against his chest and gathered his legs under him. His cock finally slipped out of her when he lifted her back onto the couch and climbed onto the cushions with her.

Manny turned his sister, tasted her soft skin and stroked his finger tips along her lines and curves and folds. He murmured, "You're so beautiful. You're so soft." as he explored her. Claudia first allowed her brother's explorations, then she joined in. Manny inhaled her animal scents. Claudia tasted her own musk on Manny's fingers, then she wrapped his straining penis in her hands.

Claudia peeled the old condom off from Manny then slipped her lips around his shaft. He relaxed on his back with her thighs spread above his face and licked the nectar from her pussy while she explored the flared head of his cock with her tongue. Claudia teased her brother with her lips and slid his cock to the back of her mouth until Manny's second orgasm mounted, as uncontrolled as his first. He groaned a warning to his sister before his essence gushed into her mouth and onto her lips.

"Manny," Claudia gasped, "I got you everywhere!" Manny rolled Claudia against the back of the couch while she licked him from her fingers and her lips. He wrapped his arms around her hips and took her soft vulva in his mouth. Manny found her hot button, then swirled his tongue around it and flicked his tongue along her hood.

Claudia gripped Manny's thighs and rocked herself against his mouth while she climaxed. Manny sucked the juices from her pussy until she pushed him away and complained "Manny, no! It's so tender!"

"But you're so good!" Manny laughed and took his last taste of her. He wiped his face with the back of his hand then sat up on the edge of the couch and surveyed the room while Claudia relaxed behind him. Clothes and condoms were scattered around them and draped over the coffee table. The pillows from the couch were tangled on the floor with the blanket they slept under the night before. He picked up the sofa pillows and tossed them on the couch and found the box of candies and the plush cat under Claudia's coat.

"I love these things, but they make a mess." Claudia said. She took the chocolate cherries from the table and held the plush cat on her lap while she opened the candy box. "Mom used to get a box at Christmas and hide them from us kids. I'd only get one -- or maybe two if I was good -- before they were gone." She held a chocolate-covered cherry up for Manny to bite. The pink filling dripped onto his chin and his throat. Claudia giggled, "See what I mean?" She pushed the cherry and the rest of the chocolate into his mouth, then kissed the sweet syrup from his skin.

Manny broke a candy between his teeth and let the syrup drip onto Claudia's nipples. "I didn't think anything could make your tits taste any sweeter." he said. Manny laid his sister against a pillow and licked her and sucked her until her nipples were clean and hard.

Manny took a second candy in his mouth and started to break it over Claudia's pussy, but she pushed him away with the plush cat in her hand and protested, "No Manny, that's going to make me all sticky!" He broke it anyway, but then used his tongue to push it into his sister's mouth for a sweet, cherry-and-chocolate kiss.

Claudia's breath was shallow and ragged when she broke off their kiss. Her lips moved close to his while she stroked his hardened cock. "I want you again, mijo. Give me all of you. Take all of me." she whispered.

Manny sat up to sheath himself, then Claudia pulled him over her. She embraced him with her thighs and clutched the toy cat against his back. Manny watched Claudia's face while he joined them. Her eyes were closed but her expression responded to every movement. To Manny it seemed like he could feel his sister's excitement as strongly as he felt his own.

The room dissolved around Manny; there was nothing but their union and a slowly growing presence in the back of his mind. Claudia held her brother and kissed his face and his throat. Manny reveled in his sister's scent and her taste and the way her body urged him on.




A Valentine's Day Mess



The presence in the back of Manny's mind erupted at the peak of their excitement, as Claudia's teeth closed in a bruising grip on his throat and her spasms pulsed around his cock, as he pumped his essence into her. Visions flooded his mind -- a rush of faces and voices and experiences from times past. He emptied himself into his sister, then fell away and struggled to regain control. 

"What happened, Manny?" Claudia gasped. Her sweat-slicked skin slipped through his arms as she turned to bring them eye-to-eye. "You saw it too, didn't you?"

Damp locks of Claudia's hair clung to her face. Manny swept her hair off her cheeks. He nodded then whispered, "I don't know what happened. Maybe your Abuela will understand."

*****

They found Abuela Ortiz in the kitchen, surrounded by the aroma of her slowly-cooking pork roast. "Abuelita, we need to talk." Claudia whispered, and the old woman nodded as if she already knew.

"It's Valentine's Day." Abuela said, "Gil and Idalia, they went out for dinner." She called to Claudia's oldest brother and gave him a bottle of fruit juice and a box of cookies then told him, "Para los niños. Take them to the TV room and keep them quiet."

The kitchen table was the center of the Candelária home, and it looked like it had been for generations. Manny trailed his fingers over the burnished tabletop, then placed the half-empty box of chocolates in the middle. They waited there while the kids left, then Abuela dropped into a chair with a groan.

"Abuelita," Claudia started, "may I get you tea?" it was something she learned from her mother -- something to be done when Abuela's advice was needed. 

"Por favor." Abuela Ortiz answered. She watched Claudia walk to the cabinet, then turned to Manny with a resigned smile. "I knew you couldn't stay out of each other's pants. Mi nieta is sore; she walks like a bulldog."

Claudia overheard and protested "Abuelita!" but Abuela Ortiz laughed at her. Abuela reached toward Manny's collar and he felt frozen in place while she pulled it aside to see the mark of Claudia's teeth on his throat.

"She's a passionate one." Abuela chuckled while Claudia watched, red-faced with embarrassment.

Claudia brought Abuela's tea to the table and stood until Abuela sipped from the cup and smiled. "You still know just how I like it."

"What happened last night?" Claudia asked and slid back into the chair next to her brother. She couldn't wait any longer for an answer. "We saw you there."

Abuela shook her head. "Nieta, I was here last night. I don't know where you were." The old woman watched them closely and went on. "To those who see there is a feeling when las animas stir. I felt your terror and I felt the god awaken, but I was here. I prayed at my nicho for your safe return." She dipped her fingertip into the tea, then shook the drop away. "I don't know how you could see me, but I don't know everything."

"There was news this morning." Abuela went on. "They found Carlos and Jaime out by the petroglyphs. The police don't know what happened, but you do, yes?"

Manny and Claudia glanced at each other and Claudia started their story. They finished and waited for a reaction that was slow to come. "Should we go to the police?" Manny asked.

"What could the police do with your story -- even if they believed you?" Abuela asked with a laugh. "I warned you that there was magic in your lust. Now that you've unleashed it you may see a lot of things that you can't talk about with other people."

"Hmm... What are these?" Abuela asked, and opened the candy box.

"My Valentine's Day present from Manny." Claudia answered. "Part of it, anyway. Have all you want." Claudia watched her grandmother pick a candy, then went on, "We stayed at the Nielson's house last night. I got up to make breakfast this morning and the whole time that I was in the kitchen a raven watched me through the kitchen door or through the window." She glanced at her brother, "Manny saw it too."

Abuela Ortiz shrugged and her shawl slipped from her shoulder. She bit into the candy and the sweet syrup oozed out onto her fingers. She licked up the goo and complained, "These things make such a mess!"

Claudia got her a washcloth before Abuela went on. "I'm not the only one -- even here in the city -- who sees. The raven may have been serving a brujo." She glanced at Manny and explained "A witch." She shuddered and pulled her shawl up onto her shoulder again, "Or it could have been a skin walker."

A squeal from the kids in the TV room made them all turn their heads, but the noise died out and Manny gathered the courage to ask another question. 

"Something happened just as Claudia gave me this." He motioned to the bite on his throat. "And it happened to both of us. We had visions of people -- people from the past -- and heard their voices and thoughts. It came all at once then it was gone, but it's like those people are still here."

Abuela looked from Manny to Claudia. "I've heard of this before, but it's beyond me." She explained, "Some people believe that our ancestors live in each of us, but that we can't know then until we die. Maybe you met your ancestors; if that's true then they might be with you always."

The old woman's voice grew quiet and strained. She said "Mis nietos, you are not like other people anymore. You must be careful. Both of you stand with one foot among men and one foot among las animas."



A Valentine's Day Proposal



Okay, I know I promised a chapter of Mira. I decided to enter the Valentine's Day contest. So Mira got put off a bit. But it is coming. I promise! 

Plus, since this is my entry that means I really need everyone to vote. So if you've read and loved my other stuff but didn't vote on anything else please consider voting for this one... It actually means something this time. Well something more than my ego boost!

I hope you like it... Happy Valentine's Day!

And now for something completely different.

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 Fucking holiday. Fucking Rob, Jack swore in his head. "Literally," he answered himself out loud. Turning his beat up red caravan around and pulling up in front of the apartment building, Jack groaned loudly and nearly pulled away. The place was rather ritzy and he felt even more the fool, as he reluctantly climbed out of the van. Jack's long black trench coat shifted, and confusion flooded the valet's face as he caught a flash of Jack's long bare leg and golden spangled sandal. Jack handed the keys to the smirking valet. "Shut the fuck up," he snarled to the kid who hadn't said anything, as he pulled a black duffel bag out of the van.

The overly tanned, overly paid attendant just shook his head and chuckled as he got into the van and drove away from the entrance. Jack pulled the paper out of his trench coat pocket and double checked the address, praying he had made some kind of mistake. "Nope," he snarled. "This is just great. Rob is such an asshole."

Jack trudged up to the main door and it was opened for him by a uniformed man whose idiotic grin was almost enough to make Jack slug him. He stomped past the door attendant and headed for the elevator as quickly as he could. The sooner I get this over with the sooner I get to go back to some semblance of having dignity, his brain growled as he thrust his finger at the button and waited. 

When the door opened Jack stood out of the way as a well dressed older couple exited, staring at him. Jack glared back momentarily, before walking into the elevator and hitting the button for the 6th floor. It seemed as though the elevator took an eternity to get to where he was going. The cheesy muzak only added to Jack's stress level. With each beep that indicated he was passing another floor, Jack's stomach lurched with the fear that the doors would open and someone would get into the enclosed space with him. The feeling that everyone could see straight through his trench coat was overwhelming and he cussed some more under his breath while he waited.

Finally the doors opened on the 6th floor and Jack stepped out with trepidation, heading down the hall toward apartment number 609. There was loud rock music blaring through the door. Oddly enough that seemed to help Jack calm down a bit. Maybe this chick would be a nice normal girl who would understand and not laugh her ass off at him. Then again this chick was with Rob so being nice and normal was unlikely. Hell, if I were anyone but me I'd be laughing at me! He took a deep breath as he stopped outside the door, dropped the long black duffel bag on the floor, stripped the trench coat off and thrust it into the bag, then fished around for the rest of the outfit.

Finally dressed and with a card, some chocolates, flowers and a small black box with a red ribbon in hand Jack rang the doorbell. He stood nervously waiting for someone to answer, praying that no one would come down the hall and see him like this. There was no immediate answer, so he rang the bell again. Fucking music's too loud, he thought. Putting everything precariously in one hand and under one arm Jack knocked loudly on the door. Nothing. Knocking again he heard someone behind him clearing her throat. Jack turned around to see a girl in the doorway across the hall leaning on the door frame and smiling luridly at him as she giggled and eyed him up and down. 

Steph considered that she might be losing her mind. Ever since their father had put her and her three sisters in this apartment Sue and Stacy were getting out of control. They spent all their time going out with their dad's credit card, staying up late, and then waking up in the afternoon to start getting ready to do it all over again. Neither of them showed any consideration for the fact that Steph was trying desperately to get a degree. The only reason they were living here at all was because her father didn't want her moving, alone, to the city.

Knowing full well that Sue wouldn't turn the stuff down if asked, Steph was trying to remember why she wasn't in jail for murder. Sue had been playing tons of ridiculous Valentine's Dayesque music all day and had been trying on costume after costume for the party tonight. She has spent so much money on costumes that their father had called to tell her to pick one and return the rest. 

Steph threw her books down and got up with the full intention of destroying the stereo. She knew that Sue would just come home with a new one. But in the mean time Steph would get a few hours of quiet. Maybe she'd even get a chance to finish her paper. As she walked through the living room an off-beat pounding caught her attention and she walked uncertainly toward the door.

Steph turned the knob and pulled the door open to find herself looking at the well muscled back of a man in what appeared to be a teeny tiny white cloth skirt tied with gold cords and gold sandals, with wings strapped to his back. The skirt was only barely long enough to hide his butt cheeks. There was a small bow and quiver of arrows with hearts for points. Steph couldn't help but smile. 

Jack started swearing under his breath again. He was knocking loud enough to get the neighbors, but he couldn't get the stupid chick he had been sent for to open the damn door. He actually started to blush as the girl in the other doorway began to comment on his attire.

Dennise licked her lips as she stared at Jack. She never would have thought she'd see a grown man dressed like Cupid outside of some ignorant joke greeting card or a bad theme night a strip club. But there he was, tanned, ripped, dark and handsome, standing across the hall from her door. "If they don't want to let you in, I'd be more than happy to let you come over here," she said, putting way too much emphasis on the word "come."

When she noticed that Dennise was standing in the doorway across the hall and was tormenting the poor guy, Steph decided that she should at least save him from the clutches of the hell bitch next door. "I do believe that if Dennise weren't already a slut you'd be enough to turn her into one," Steph yelled over the blaring music.

Dennise glared at her and then backed into her own apartment, closing the door behind her. Dennise often went out with Steph's sisters. But Steph wasn't invited. The women just didn't get along.

Jack turned around to find himself staring into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. The woman in the doorway which had been his original target was tall and slim. She had brown hair, pulled up into a pony tail and was wearing a Medical University t-shirt and jeans. She was the type of woman who could make a sweat suit look sexy. For a brief instant he had forgotten his mission and his getup and just stared at her.

Steph raised her eyebrows and gave the mute Cupid and expectant look, hoping to prompt him into telling her why he was here and dressed like this. But when he finally snapped into reality and opened his mouth to talk all she could hear was Meatloaf wailing out, "I'd do anything for love, but I won't do that..."

"Just a minute," she yelled at him over the music then turned and vanished back into the recesses of the apartment.

Jack watched the goddess disappeared and then suddenly became acutely aware of himself again. Please, if there is a God, that wasn't Rob's chick, he thought. Then immediately he began swearing again. Even if she wasn't Rob's girlfriend, there was no way she'd be interested in dating him. First, there was the fact that she had to have money to be living here. Second, she had to have some brains if she was attending MU. Third, and most importantly she'd have to be a loon to consider any guy who showed up at her door dressed like Cupid and carrying chocolates, viable dating material.

Suddenly there was silence followed by horrific crashing and some screaming. Jack had no idea what had happened, but he dropped the stuff he was holding and took off into the apartment to the rescue. Locating the source of the screaming he found the beauty from the doorway standing over a completely devastated stereo system and an older less attractive version of her screaming what a bitch she was. There wasn't any doubt that the two women were sisters. If the looks didn't give it away, the way they were fighting would. 

The unexpected appearance of Cupid in her bedroom actually managed to stop Sue's ranting. Her eyes roamed over his body and a smile turned her lips. The shrill screaming became simpering and she straightened her far too tight hot pink top as she faced Jack. "Has Cupid found me at last," Sue smiled.

Jack didn't know if he should be more concerned by the look on the older sister's face or the fact that the younger one had so thoroughly trashed an expensive looking stereo system. He cleared his thought. "Didn't it have a volume button?"

Steph rolled her eyes. Jack couldn't help smiling at her. There was something gorgeous about the indignant look she got on her face. "The volume seemed to have this nasty tendency of working its way back up whenever I turned it down. Cupid, is it? What do you want? You weren't invited in."

Jack shifted at the acknowledgement of his costume. "Sorry. I heard the crash and the screaming. I thought someone was hurt."

Sue was already noticing that once again she was being overlooked and her younger prettier, sister, was getting all the attention of the handsome half-naked man in her bedroom. It was a mystery to their entire family how Sue's features could be so similar to Steph's, but just off enough to make her the unattractive one. Sue smiled. "Don't mind Steph," she cooed. "She has an undiagnosed ailment. It seems to start at the stick up her butt and travel out her mouth. None of her classes have managed to educate her on what to do about it." 

Fuck, Jack thought. She is Rob's chick. "Uh, yeah," he responded to the ungraceful attempt at an insult. "I just need to deliver something." Realizing that he had dropped everything he walked back the way he'd come. 

The door was standing wide open, the flowers were strewn about, and it looked as though he had trampled on the box of chocolates. "Shit," Jack scowled despondently. There was no way that Rob was going to let this pass as a reasonable payment for his debt now.

The two women watched as Jack bent down and started to clean up the mess. There was no way to not find the site funny. Jack was tall, built, and dressed in a little white skirt with gold cords and wings. What girl wouldn't laugh at that?

"You've got to be kidding me," Jack groaned and started crawling around and looking under the stand and chair, near the door. Then he crawled out into the hallway and started throwing the stuff out of his duffle bag. "There's no way," he began to panic.

Sue and Steph were both laughing out loud now. "What is it," Steph managed to get out.

"Yeah, ha ha," Jack glared. "Steph is it? Well, Steph, I was sent by Rob. I'm supposed to present you with the shit you're currently standing on, read a ridiculous poem that he purchased on-line and ask you to marry him and go to some damn costume ball tonight to announce the engagement to the world. In about 10 minutes you're going to get a phone call and he's going to ask for your answer. I have currently managed to lose the fucking ring."

Sue and Steph stood there watching Jack search frantically around the hall and the entrance to the apartment for the small black box he had dropped when he ran to see what was wrong. 

Sue was the first one to come to her senses and start to help Jack look for it. "Are you sure you brought it?"

"Yes," Jack said in annoyed exasperation. "I had it in my hand when you screamed and I ran back to see what had happened." He stood up and looked around the floor farther into the room, in case it skidded somewhere. "I'm a dead man."

"Steph what's wrong with you," Sue said, wide eyed. "If Rob bought you a ring it's probably huge! Help look for it."

Steph glared at her sister. Then, with a fearful expression, she began searching the floor. They looked everywhere. There weren't that many places that it could have ended up. The chair and side table by the door were checked under repeated, as if one more set of eyes might see it where the others had not. When the phone rang, they all stopped looking for the engagement ring and stared at it. The pause between rings seemed to drag out.

Sue pushed Steph toward the phone. "Answer it!"

Steph shot Jack a confused sympathetic look. She wasn't sure if she was asking for help or reassuring him. She didn't know how this guy had gotten mixed up with Rob. But she did know that it was a dangerous place to be. Rob was wealthy, arrogant, and violent. The only reason she knew the guy was because her step mother had introduced them. Rob had been chasing her ever since. He had even followed her to school, enrolled in her classes, and chased off every guy who came anywhere near her. Steph's step mother had even managed to convince her father that it would be a good idea to encourage Steph to get together with Rob. Steph had yet to figure out what her step mother's motivation was, but she was positive there had to be something to the entire set up. Hell, for all Steph knew, her step mother had slept with the creep and now he was blackmailing her into talking Steph's dad into okaying the engagement. That would be about standard for her step mother.

The phone rang again. Steph took a deep breath and walked over to the phone. "Hello?"

Rob's voice slimed through the receiver and Steph held it away from her ear. Sue rolled her eyes. Jack watched Steph shift uncomfortably and move the phone from one ear to the other as she listened.

"No, Rob," she said matter-of-factly. "No, it has nothing to do with how that guy did it. He was very romantic. I don't think he could have found a way to be more romantic. I'm just not interested. I've told you that. It wouldn't matter how you did it. The answer is no."

Sue squealed, when she heard Steph's answer. "What are you doing?" Sue glared at Jack as if it was his fault. Then she went over and took the phone. Steph only partially protested. "Rob? Yeah this is Sue. I'll talk to her. Just call back later." There was another pause and then Sue hung up the phone, turning on Steph. "Are you insane?"

Steph raised her eyebrows. "No, I'm graduating."

Sue's eyes narrowed and the glare she leveled on her sister was dangerous. Jack could feel that he shouldn't be here, but he still needed that ring to give back to Rob, at the very least. Or he needed to establish if he should be leaving town. That last thought was far too serious for Jack's comfort.

"Steph," Sue insisted, glancing at Jack and then taking Steph by the arm and pulling her further into the apartment so that Jack wouldn't hear the rest. "Dad is cutting us off. You know that. The minute he finds out that you turned Rob down, we're screwed."

"You're screwed. I've only got a couple months until graduation," Steph wrenched her arm away from her sister. "I'll get a job. I'll be fine. You're just going to have to move back home. It's not the end of the world. You need to grow up Sue. You can't live off other people your entire life like some kind of remora." 

"A what?"

"You heard me. Go get a dictionary," Steph hissed. Then she disappeared down a hallway.

Sue glared after her. Then she seemed to realize that Jack was still there and instantly turned on him. "Haven't you left yet? I've never seen such a miserable Cupid."

"I'm not going anywhere until I have that ring," Jack returned and then started looking around again. He was grateful that Steph had made it sound like it wasn't his fault and hadn't reported that he'd destroyed the flowers, crushed the chocolates, and lost that huge ass diamond. But it wouldn't matter if he returned to Rob empty handed. He owed the bastard enough money. He'd have to be sworn into indentured servitude for this.

When he looked up again Sue was gone and Steph had reappeared. She had changed into a fitted dark blue sweater that hugged her breasts and made her eyes almost glow. She let her long brown hair down and it fell in soft waves over her shoulders. He could have believed he was staring up at an angel. 

"Please tell me you have something else to wear," she said.

"Huh? Uh, yeah. Why?" Jack was confused.

Steph smiled and eyed him up and down appreciatively. "As much as I'd love to go shopping with a ripped, tanned Cupid, we may draw some attention. I don't really think either of us want this reported back to Rob."

"Okay," Jack stood up from the floor and dropped the wings off his shoulders. "You wanna tell me what you're thinking. Right now I'm missing something."

"Well, the ring is gone. It's not here. You need to give it back to Rob or he'll think you stole it. My guess is someone stole it," she indicated the open door. "Maybe Dennise. The bitch has been watching us the entire time. I don't know. But I want this over as soon as possible. That means sending you and that damn ring back to Rob. Do you know what it looked like?"

Jack nodded. He really didn't know what to say. 

"Alright then. The bathroom's down the hall," she said as she pointed. "Go change and let's get out of here quick. Besides, I need a break from Sue and the books. Hurry up before Stacy gets home."

Great, there's a third one too, Jack thought. "Not that I'm not grateful for the effort. But that ring was massive. Can you just replace something like that," Rob asked skeptically.

Steph smiled. "I can until my dad finds out I turned Rob down. Hurry up." Jack grabbed the duffel bag and headed down the hall for the bathroom. He returned shortly in a pair of beat up jeans and a black t-shirt stretched over his chest like a second skin. He had swapped his sandals out for a pair of cheep tennis shoes. 

"Much better," Steph said with approval. Her smile was enough to make him melt. "Let's go. We'll have to take your car," she said as they got into the elevator. "Mine's always watched."

"What makes you think mine isn't," Jack grumped. He felt like a complete jerk. He didn't know what was worse; owing Rob or letting this girl save his sorry ass. "Look," he said. "I don't think I want you doing this. I'll go back to Rob and tell him what happened. I'll take what he decides to do to me and move on. I don't need to owe anyone else anything."

Steph noted the tone in his voice. He may not have said much, but it was enough to tell her that he was in some kind of trouble with Rob. "Don't go thinking this is all about you. Knowing Rob he'll try using this against me if he doesn't get the ring back. He'll tell my dad that I have it and intend to hawk it for the money or something else like that. I don't need any more hassle right now. It's in my best interests as well as yours."

Jack shook his head and gave in. He really didn't' have the ability to argue in his position. They headed out of the lobby of the apartment building, got his van from the attendant, and drove into town. "I don't know where someone goes to shop for a ring like that," Jack admitted as they came to a red light.

Steph grinned at him. "How can Cupid not know where to get engagement rings?"

"Funny," he growled. "Jack."




A Valentine's Day Proposal



Steph started to laugh. "Well, Jack head downtown. I know a place that should have something at least similar to what we're looking for. Please tell me that it wasn't a complex ring. Rob isn't the type to do anything special, just big."

"You got that much right. It was just a huge diamond on a silver band. I think he said it was 3 carats."

Steph scoffed and shook her head. "I don't even like diamonds. I always said that if I picked out my own ring it would be a star sapphire. There's something magic about them," she said as if she was speaking to herself. "God Rob is such an ass. How did you get involved with him anyway, Jack?"

He didn't answer her question. He was thinking about how she sounded a lot like his sister when Steph talked about the star sapphire. That only made him less inclined to settle his debt with Rob using Steph. "Where downtown is this place?"

"On 5th and Lewis," she said with a hint of curiosity to her voice.

The rest of the ride was silent. Jack drove despondently. The deal had been that if Jack could get a 'yes' out of Steph his debt would be erased and Rob would disappear. Jack could see pretty clearly that the mission had been doomed to failure from the beginning. Rob had probably known that and was enjoying further humiliating Jack with all the Cupid bullshit. He spotted the jewelry store and pulled into the lot behind the Halzberg Diamond Co. The man dressed in the giant pink and red valentine heart costume pacing the sidewalk in front of the store with a SALE sign gave it away. In short order they were out of the van and inside the store, perusing rings to find one that looked like missing ring.

They looked at several large diamonds on platinum bands. Finally Jack spotted on that looked identical to the one that Rob had been flashing. "That one," he said.

The stuffy yet overly enthusiastic salesman's eyes sparkled as he pulled the huge rock out of the case and placed it before them on the velvet pad. "Sir, has impeccable taste," he commented and was rewarded with a double glare from both Steph and Jack.

Steph sighed. "Just wrap it up." She handed the confused looking salesman her dad's credit card and flashed an expectant look his way. The man scooped up the ring and the card. It wasn't his place to question the situation. Then he disappeared down the counter to do as he had been told. "I just hope dad hasn't cut it off yet," she whispered to Jack with a grin.

Jack rolled his eyes. He didn't find anything amusing about the fact that she could just randomly charge so much money to her dad's card and seem so nonchalant about it. Gorgeous and so far out of my league it's not funny. Rob or no Rob. 

Steph felt a little guilty when she saw the look on his face. She wasn't stupid, but this was first time she considered what his van looked like, how he was dressed, and the possibility that he didn't have money to flash around. Suddenly it occurred to her that money may well be the reason he was mixed up with Rob. 

A ringing from Jack's pocket had him stepping off to a quiet corner, away from Steph as he stared with concern at the caller ID. The salesman returned with the ring in a small black velvet box, Steph's card, and a receipt to be signed.

Jack watched Rob's name flash across the cell's face. He flipped the phone open and hit send. "Yeah."

"Where are you?"

"I'm on my way back. I stopped for something to eat," he lied.

"Bullshit. I don't like being lied to, Jack. You know that."

Jack heard a whimpering noise in the background. "What was that?"

"Nothing you don't deserve," Rob sneered and Jack could almost see the sneer that was probably on his face. "It seems that Leesha came to visit me and she thinks that you shouldn't be involved."

"You asshole," Jack seethed. "You touch her and I'll go to the cops."

"You go to the cops and her body won't ever be found."

Jack didn't know what to do. He didn't have the money. She wasn't capable of convincing Steph to marry Rob and he couldn't morally do that anyway. But Jack knew that Rob was serious about killing his sister. "What do you want?"

"Just my money Jack," he said almost pleasantly. "I've decided that you need some motivation to get it for me. So I think that Leesha is going to stay here for now. I know you're with Steph. I know also that she has access to a lot of money. You can either get me Steph or the money you owe me. The two things are about equal."

"Rob, don't you think this has gone far enough. Can't we come to some understanding? Doesn't our history mean anything?"

"Jack you're the one who turned on me. Remember? Get me what I want. I'll tell Leesha you said, 'hi.'" Then the line went silent.

Steph walked up to Jack slowly. The look on his face was enough to make anyone reluctant to approach him.

Suddenly he looked up. "You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Then we've got to get going." He thrust his phone back in his pocket and they went back to his van. "Where can I drop you? Back at your place?"

Steph gave him the box with the ring in it. "Yeah, I guess. Jack what was that call? Rob?"

"Don't worry about it," he growled.

Steph had to grab the door and steady herself as he tore out of the lot and back up the street the way they had come. She almost didn't say anything. "Is there something I can do to help?"

"Got a gun," he said in a deadly tone before he could stop himself. 

Steph shuddered at the sound of his voice. There was something far too serious about it. "Actually, yes I do," she answered. "But I'm willing to bet there's a better way to deal with whatever's wrong than that. Rob's an ass, but-" The van screeched to a stop at a red light and Steph almost went through the windshield. "You have no idea what you're talking about," Jack growled. "Shut up."

She glared at him as she put her seatbelt on. "You don't have to be like that. I'm only trying to help."

"You want to help? Fine. Marry Rob."

"You've got to be kidding."

"Either that or give him all your daddy's money. I don't think he cares whether or not he gets you. You're just a consolation prize."

Steph's eyes bored into Jack as the van sped up again. "So what do you get out of this?"

Jack was pissed and he answered without thinking. "My sister gets to live. What do you think? You wanna save a girl's life by giving up your own?"

The silence that followed his statement brought the guilt. "Never mind," he said. "Forget I said that. I shouldn't talk so much."

Steph was shocked. "How the hell am I supposed to forget that? You're serious aren't you? Why is your sister's life in danger if I don't marry Rob? I mean Rob's an ass but he's not like that?" "You don't know Rob very well. Forget what I said," he growled.

"No," she insisted as they came to another stop light. "Explain all this now!"

Jack looked over at her. He didn't know if she'd be able to do anything about it, but he was running out of options. He knew better than to not believe Rob would follow through on his threat. "Look. I've known Rob since we were kids. I was too stupid to keep my distance from the guy. You obviously don't know how bad he really is. Just suffice it to say that if he does kill Leesha it won't be the first time he's had blood on his hands. He thinks I owe him money. It doesn't matter why he thinks it. He just does and that puts me in a bad spot. He watches too closely for me to go to the cops without risking Leesha's life. In this particular case I was given the option of getting you to marry him or getting your daddy's money for him. He doesn't care which. In exchange, he might not kill Leesha. Usually he keeps his word. He's got a warped view of integrity."

Steph sat quietly listening in abject horror of what she was hearing. "This kind of stuff doesn't happen for real. It belongs in a movie."

Jack scoffed. "Sure it does." He pulled up in front of her building and the attendant came walking toward the van. "Get out. Go back to your homework."

"You can't be serious. You don't get to tell me something like that and then drive off."

"What do you think you can do about it," Jack asked incredulously and gave her a skeptical look. The attendant was standing outside the car waiting in confusion.

"Well," Steph said contemplatively. "We can start by going to my father. He's not a cop. It would make sense for you to take me there. It shouldn't get anyone killed. We'll see what I can come up with in the mean time."

"No way," Jack snarled. "I'm not dragging anyone else into this. Get out."

"What are you going to do if I get out?"

Jack sat staring at her.

"I didn't think you had a plan. Give me a chance. What's the worst that could happen?"

"I could feel responsible for more than one dead girl."

Jack's deadpan tone turned Steph's stomach. His eyes were desolate. "From the sounds of things I'm already in this up to my neck with or without you. In some respects, you've already saved my life. I didn't know that Rob was this bad. Let me try to help."

Jack sat quietly staring at her. "You said that you have a gun. Do you know how to use it?"

Steph swallowed. "Yeah, but only on targets."

"Where is it?"

"At my father's house. I don't keep that kind of thing in my apartment. There's a gun range out there-"

"Fine," Jack interrupted. "You want to help. If you can get me a gun..." Jack didn't finish the sentence.

Steph could tell from the look on his face that he was feeling trapped and believed that this was the only way to help his sister. She figured that if she could talk to him a bit she may be able to calm him down enough to think rationally. He was staring into her eyes as if he was trying to decide something very difficult and he almost looked as though he was going to cry. Finally he nodded.

Without a word, Jack shifted the van back into drive and pulled away from the apartment building. "Happy Valentine's Day," he said under his breath as he sped off following Steph's directions.





A Valentine's Day Proposal



"How do you know? You only met me today." He walked around the room looking at the shelves of guns. "Does it have to be yours? I think I prefer that one," he said looking at a small handgun that would be easily hidden if he tucked it into his pants at the small of his back.

"I don't suppose it matters which one," she answered disappointedly. He was right. She didn't know why she trusted and believed him. She didn't really know who he was or what he was like. Something in her told him that only a good person would go this far to save a loved one from danger. "Don't you have anyone you can go to for help?"

"No," he said. "It's been me and Leesha for a long time. I got into Rob's gang when I was young and stupid." He looked the case over. It was locked. "You don't happen to have a key for this do you?"

Steph pulled a ring of keys out of a desk drawer and walked over to the case to unlock it. "You sure about this?"

Jack stared at her hard and expectantly. Steph sighed and opened the case. They didn't really have time to argue about it. Brent would have told her father that she was home by now and he would be looking for her. Jack took the gun out and tucked it into the back of his pants. "Thanks, now get yourself somewhere far away from Rob." With that Jack started toward the door.

"What?" Steph grabbed a handgun out of the case and took off after him. "You can't leave me out of this now." 

Jack stopped and turned to Steph. "I'm going to kill Rob. That's it. You don't need to be there for that. You have too much going for you to be stupid enough to get involved in a murder. You tell the cops that I stole the gun. Go back to school Steph. Have a good life."

He turned and headed for the door. Suddenly it swung open and Steph's father and step mother walked in. "Steph," her father said. "What is this?"

Jack stared at Steph's step mother and a wicked smile slid across his face. Before Steph could answer her father, Jack started to laugh. "Hi Valerie. It's been a long time." He laughed almost manically. "This is your step mother, Steph?"  

Edward McNeil was near attacking the insane sounding man standing near his daughter. 

Jack pulled the gun out of his pants and pointed it at Valerie. "I wonder if Rob would exchange my sister for his," he said in a deadly tone. "There's your answer Steph. The reason Val is so interested in getting you married to Rob is because Rob is her brother. Val always does what Rob tells her too." Jacks voice took on a hurt tone when he said that and his eyes glazed over a bit as he looked at Valerie. "Is this where you've been the last couple years Val? You know a card would have been nice." Jack was sounding more and more sarcastic and agitated. 

Valerie stared back with a strange resignation in her eyes. The entire disgusting mess was one thing while she could pretend that she was someone else. Now that she was caught a sickening, defeated feeling was rolling in her stomach. Worst of all, it had to be Jack. She didn't know what to say to him. He was right.

Jack waved the gun emphatically at Valerie. "I can't believe I didn't see it before. The real funny part about all this is that I heard Val had been sent off to marry her own daddy. Apparently some rich guy got their mom pregnant and then took off on them. Rob's plan involved getting Val into her own daddy's bed and then killing the guy off. I never would have guessed that Rob would want to marry his little sister too," he added and looked at Steph, who was watching the scene play out in wide eyed disbelief. "What Val? Couldn't you manage to work your way into the will? All the money being left to the girls?" 

Steph's father turned on Jack and viciously. "Who the hell are you."

"An innocent bystander," Jack said and waved his gun at Valerie. "And an overly trusting fool."

She shook her head and tears started to stream down her face. "It doesn't matter Jack," Valerie said. "Rob is steadily going downhill. You may find that he's not nearly as interested in protecting me as he used to be. I already tried to get Leesha out of it. Using me won't work the way you might think. It's all about the money now. After everything that's happened," she looked fearfully at Edward, "I'd almost rather be dead, anyway."

Steph was shaking her head. "Then it's true? Daddy?"

Edward was shaking his head. "It can't be. I won't believe it."

Valerie smiled sardonically through the tears and shrugged. "Is there any point in apologizing?"

"Where's Leesha Valerie," Jack demanded angrily.

She returned her tearful gaze to Jack. "Rob had her when last I saw her. He sent me back here to keep working on Edward. I don't know what happened to her after that."

Jack looked at the faces of the people in the room. "So it seems we're all feeling pretty shitty and Rob is the cause. I'm off to solve the problem." With that Jack headed out the door. 

"Daddy," Steph started under her breath. 

Her father turned away and left the room with his head hung low. He didn't have it in him to speak to anyone about this at the moment. Steph watched her father leave. She was left alone with Valerie. They had never gotten along. Valerie was this beautiful young manipulative woman. Her father had never seen it. "Is money so important? Why would you do this?"

"What does it matter?" Valerie looked off in the direction Jack had gone. "He's going to get himself killed."

Steph didn't know whether to hate or pity Valerie. There was something in her face that made Steph fell bad for her new found half sister and step mother. She pushed the disgust down and ran past Valerie after Jack. By the time she made it through the halls, the caterers, the decorators, and the extra servants, out the front door, his van was already gone. "Shit," she swore as stood trying to think of what to do next. Call the cops? Would Rob know and then kill Jack's sister?

Valerie came up behind her. "I know where he's going," she said.

Steph turned around and looked at her skeptically. "Why would you want to help?"

"Jack and I go back some. I owe him. Are you up to this?"

Steph glared at her. "Are you?"





A Valentine's Day Proposal



"Well, does it fit?" Rob finished pulling leather armor on. He had chosen a gladiator costume for himself. Steph had been in the bathroom forever. He figured that either the costume didn't fit or she was hiding.

Steph stared at the door for what seemed like forever. Finally she composed herself and walked out into the bedroom. "Yeah," she said calmly. "But I need a hair brush and some makeup."

Rob's eyes traveling her body were enough to make her skin crawl. Steph felt her nipples tighten as his gaze lingered on her breasts and she cursed her body for not cooperating. "I figured you'd want that stuff." He indicated a makeup case he'd thrown on the bed. "I had one of the girls put some stuff together for you. Hopefully it will work. You look incredible."

Cautiously, Steph walked over to pick up the makeup case. Without warning, Rob came up behind her and pulled her against himself. He felt her tense and begin to tremble in his arms. He pushed her hair to the side as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his hands stroking along her hips and across her stomach. Steph wanted to scream, push him away, and run. But she held still and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the torture to end. Somewhere in the back of her mind Jack's face floated into view. Something seemed to be telling her to hold on a little longer.

"See," Rob said, trying to sound seductive. "I can be as gentle as I can be cruel. You may not like it now. But if you give me a chance, you may come to appreciate what I can offer you, Steph. I don't want to hurt you. Don't give me any excuses to."

Steph nodded emphatically. "I I have to finish getting ready."

He released her and watched her virtually fall away from him to dart into the bathroom. The door closed behind her and he heard the lock turn. Rob was feeling generous. He'd give her a couple days. If she didn't settle down by then he'd find a way to make her. Smiling to himself he finished putting on his costume.





A Valentine's Day Proposal



Steph couldn't quite see what was going on. It was all a blur. One minute she had been in the middle of the most amazing sex she'd ever had in her life and the next she was standing against the wall praying for her life as the sounds of fists on flesh pummeled the darkness of the room. Feeling along the wall she managed to locate the light switch. When she managed to get the lights on Jack was the only one still standing. His wings were broken, his skirt was askew, and he was wiping blood from a split lip with the back of a hand as he looked down on three of Rob's men.

Steph was shocked, but suddenly feeling very safe. She ran over to him and wrapped her arm around him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said. "That's three down."

"Rob went after my father. And he said he would kill my sisters if I didn't cooperate with him," tears started as she spoke. It was almost as though the intense pleasure she had felt with Jack only made the pain of what was going on worse in contrast now that it was over. Steph found herself tempted to try and talk him into round two, but knew there wasn't time.

"Hey," he said softly and wiped the tear off her cheek. He couldn't help smiling at her disheveled appearance. Her hair was wrecked, her makeup was smeared and her dress was only half on. "Straighten up and we'll go see if we can find them, now that we're not being followed."

Jack pulled himself together as best he could. There was no way to hide the fact that he had been in a fist fight. The way the both looked they were just going to have to avoid the major party areas.





A Valentine's Day Run Around



All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

*

Lisa rose from the bed and walked slowly towards Joey. He stripped down to his boxers and the dim flicker of light from the candles burning around the deep circular bathtub danced along his skin. His hand reached out for her and as she walked closer he grabbed her blouse and pulled her close to him. Their lips met and the familiar jolt of electricity shot through her body and electrified her. His lips never parted from hers while his hands explored her body. Lisa shuddered, the excitement building inside her. 

Joey was the first to pull away from their kiss but he kept his eyes fixed on hers and began to unbutton her blouse. One by one he pulled the buttons through the holes, revealing more and more of her delicate skin. Her blouse completely open, he pulled it down her arms and let it fall to the floor. He softly kissed her neck as he reached around her small frame to unhook her bra and drop it next to her blouse. 

He fell to his knees and pressed his head against her stomach. Her mahogany complexion contrasted greatly with his far lighter skin tone. Keeping his head against her stomach, his hand slowly glided up her legs, rounded her knees and slid up her thighs. She moaned and threw her head back. With his free hand, Joey unzipped her denim skirt and gently pulled both her pink panties and skirt to the floor. He stood up and guided her to the bathtub which was filled to the edge with water and bubbles. Joey removed his boxers and stepped in. He helped Lisa step in, placing her in front of him. 

Seated in the tub, her back rested perfectly against his smooth chest as if it had been made just for her. Lisa nestled into his chest. The calming aroma of the scented bath water soothed her body. Joey used the sponge to drizzle water along her arms. Light splashes touched her face as Joey wet her torso. Lisa squirmed, causing small waves to splash against the walls of the tub. Joey returned the sponge to the water and used his hands to massage her shoulders. She had never felt as relaxed as she did when lounging in the bathtub with Joey. 

He slid his hands from her shoulders down to her breasts. In anticipation of his gentle touch, her nipples became erect as they sat above the level of the suds. Lisa squeezed her legs together, her body tingling with excitement at his gentle touch.

Joey's hand slipped between her thighs, prying them open. 

"Find what you were looking for?" She teased.

Joey's mouth rose slightly as he smirked in response. 

He teased her clit making Lisa squirm even more. Waves splashed within the tub as water spilled over the edge and covered her body at the same time. Her ears became hot with ecstasy and her breathing sped to a fast pace. Her chest rose above the water as she inhaled deeply. 

"I don't want this to end," she said. 

The warm water and her increasing arousal had beads of sweat forming on her brow. He rubbed her small bud in circles applying more pressure the more aroused she became. His lone finger, his magical finger, was bringing her to pleasures she had only dreamed of. She grabbed his thighs and raised her butt off the floor of the tub as he brought her to brink of climaxing. Instead of allowing her release he stopped. Panting, she ground her rear in his lap. He returned his finger to her mound and teased her once again. Shivers ran through her body as he played with her arousal. His finger glided past her engorged lips, easily sliding into her creamy middle. He replaced his index finger with his thumb. The water sloshed about as he slowly penetrated her with his finger. 

She moaned, "Baby please don't stop."

He whispered back, "Tell me you like it."

"I love it baby."

"Tell me you need it," he ordered as his fingers found their way deeper and deeper inside her.

"I...I..." she trailed off unable to complete her sentence. 

He continued his cycle of teasing and tormenting her, bringing her to the point of ecstasy again and again. She trembled at his touch and groaned with his kisses. Her heart raced and her breathing was fast and shallow. She tossed about, turning her head from right to left and swaying beneath the water. Without thinking, Lisa submerged her entire body under the bubbles and away from Joey's reach. She resurfaced with her wet hair sticking to her shoulders and full breasts, sitting upright and facing Joey. She got on her hands and knees, never breaking eye contact with him. 

"What are you...?" Joey was at a loss for words. Lisa retreated back under the water. She found Joey's lap and without hesitation she put him into her mouth. Massaging him with her tongue and fierce suctioning, Lisa pleasured him. His hand gripped the edge of the bathtub as the water bounced off their bodies. Only the very back of her head moved above the water and as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared back under the water as she swallowed him. 

In and out she allowed his dick to penetrate her mouth. Joey opened his legs wider and raised his hips to meet her mouth. Lisa moved forward taking in a little more of him. His fingers walked down her back until they found her bottom. Playfully, he rubbed her bottom, slipping a finger down the middle and massaging circles along her tail as she inhaled more of his rigid member. Lisa came up for air and he took her by her arms and pulled her to him. 

"I want you Joey," Lisa confessed gasping for air.

"I know you do baby girl," he said, placing her on his lap and slipping inside her. He moved his back away from the tub, allowing just enough room for her to wrap her legs around his waist. 

With his hands cupping her ass he moved her hips into him and together they thrust into each other.

"I can't hold back," he moaned into her ear. He pulled her body even closer to his and felt her breasts against his chest.

She sucked her bottom lip through her teeth and stared into his eyes. As the tip of her lip exited her teeth she whispered, "Come inside me baby." 

Her words nearly put him over the edge and he struggled to hold back. 

He thrust deep inside her and said, "Say it again Lisa."

"Come baby. Come deep inside me," she panted. 

"Fuck!" Joey screamed out loud. 

His deep thrusts became quick pumps inside Lisa. Faster and faster his hips moved until suddenly he was dead still. 

"Yes baby!" He muttered as he released his hot load deep inside Lisa.

She ground hard on top of him, trying to take as much of him inside her as she could. 

Lisa leaned backwards into the water as Joey's softening dick slipped out of her. She panted hard as she lay floating in the tub and wondered how in the world she'd gone so long without feeling this way. Joey lifted her by the small of her back so they were eye to eye. 

"I wanted to spend Valentine's Day with you though Joey," Lisa said between breaths.

"You know I want to be with you too sweetie. We knew this long-distance love affair was going to be hard when we agreed to it though," he said, brushing her wet hair from her face. 

"It's only two weeks and we'll be back in each other's arms. What I just gave you should be inspiration enough for you to wait two weeks, isn't it? Just think how special it will be when we're the only two people celebrating Valentine's Day the week after Valentine's Day," he said, trying to convince her.

"I'm still going to pout," she teased.

"If you stick out that cute tongue of yours I'll be forced to nibble on it." He brushed the tip of her nose with the tip of his finger. "Now give me a kiss." 

Melanie puckered her lips and made a squeaky kissing noise as she planted her lips on his.

"That's my baby. Now, come on. We have to get dressed so you can take me to the airport."

Thirty minutes later, Lisa was dropping Joey off at passenger check-in. Since their online relationship had developed into a real life relationship and they began traveling to see one another, they had developed a strict rule. Neither one went into the airport when dropping the other person off. The pain of saying goodbye was too much for either to endure and was best left curbside.

Joey put his head into the driver side window.

Lisa said, "If I find a way, I'm coming to see you next Thursday." 

Knowing it was going to be impossible for her to get to Las Vegas the next week, he said, "I'm sure you will baby."

She leaned in for a kiss and said, "I love you Joey."

"I know you do baby," he said and kissed her forehead. 

Before Lisa could reply, Joey walked past the curbside check-in and was inside the airport. Lisa opened her door as if to leave her car, but the automatic recording from the overhead speakers reminded her that leaving her car unattended could result in it being towed. With a smirk on her face, Lisa pulled away from the airport and wondered what Joey's last comment meant. 

**

Monday and Tuesday seemed to fly by for Lisa. Tuesday afternoon her boss Rick walked up to her desk.

"Got plans for Valentine's day Lisa?" 

"I wanted to go see Joey but I'm not able to go until next week," she said and frowned.

"I'm going to California with some friends and was considering closing the office Thursday and Friday. Would that help you any?"

"Would it? That's a rhetorical question isn't it? That would help me tremendously Rick!"

"Good, I like my employees happy," he said with a smile.

"Aren't I your only employee Rick?"

"That makes it easier for me," he teased back. "Now, hurry and get online and see if you can get a cheap last minute fare!" He walked away from her desk only to turn around and add, "Have fun, just make sure you're back Monday morning!"

Lisa found a last minute fare for a flight leaving late Wednesday night. She contemplated calling Joey and letting him in on the good news, but changed her mind, thinking a surprise would make the holiday just that much better.

**

Wednesday was completely useless as far as work was concerned for Lisa. She came in the office for a short while only to leave around ten to get her nails and toes done. She returned to work only to leave an hour after that to go to the beauty salon. The afternoon had passed in a flash and before Lisa knew it, she was at home packing the last of her toiletries and other small items.

She left her condo and walked towards where she believed she had parked her car just hours ago, but it wasn't in the spot she thought she had parked it.

That's strange, Lisa thought as she walked around the parking lot with her luggage in hand. She carefully walked up and down each aisle of the parking structure but couldn't find her car. 

"Now, I know I drove my silly butt home," she thought aloud. "Where in the hell is my car?"

Lisa walked to the parking attendant booth and found George, the regular attendant, reading his newspaper and drinking coffee from his thermos. 

"Hey George," Lisa called out, nearly out of breath from lugging her bags through the parking structure.

"Good evening Ms. Levine. What brings you to my neck of the woods?" He asked, peering over his thick glasses.

"I can't seem to find my car George. Can you help me find it? You don't think it could have been stolen could it?"

"We had the tow truck in here a while ago removing cars with expired plates, and disabled vehicles."

The gears in Lisa's brain started to spin. She knew she was supposed to have renewed her tags, but didn't in a million years think the condo association would tow her car for tags that had expired just last month.

"Oh Jesus!" She cried out. "They towed my car for plates that expired a month ago?"

"You know the new management has been a thorn in everybody's side since they took over at the beginning of the year. They have been nit picking on every little aspect. Here, look at the memo I just got regarding the vehicles parked here. That's why I called the tow truck. Take a look at the list of cars that were removed and tell me if one of them was yours."

The third car listed was a black Explorer with her license plate numbers. She pointed to it and as she sighed in disgust, George picked up the phone and called the tow truck company. He had been instructed by the management company to give complainants a card with the towing company's information, but had decided to help Lisa since she was always so good to him.

"Well Ms. Levine, I have good news and bad news."

"Bad news first please." Lisa closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.

"The yard which is located on the west side of town closes in 45 minutes."

Lisa looked at her watch. The airlines suggested passengers arrive two hours a head of time, but there was no way she was going to make that deadline if she had to call a cab and drive 45 minutes west, another 45 minutes east and finally another 30 minutes to the airport.

"What happens if I leave the car there until I return from my trip Sunday night?"

"Depends on what time you retrieve the car Sunday. They close at 6PM on Sundays. Its $70 per day to house the car, you incurred $125 in towing charges and yes, they will be charging you for today. If you pick up the car tonight you'll be paying almost $200. If you wait until Sunday you'll have to pay $475 to get your car."

Lisa picked up a small rock that sat on the ground next to George's booth and threw it. The rock hit the eight foot steel fence that surrounded the ground floor of the parking garage.

"God dammit!" she screamed in frustration.

"Easy Ms. Levine," George said. He tried to calm her down and placed a large brown hand on her shoulder. "My son is a taxi driver. He can be here in a matter of minutes. Let me call him and see if we can't get you squared away ok?"

George's head shook as he spoke to his son on the phone. True to his word, a yellow cab appeared within minutes of him hanging up the phone.

"Ms. Levine, this is my son Junior. Junior this is Ms. Levine and as I explained to you on the phone, she's in quite the pickle. Please take care of her like you would your momma," he said sternly to his son.

Lisa and Junior shook hands, "I better get you going if we're going to get your car and get you to the airport on time."

Junior breezed past semi trucks, cars and buses on the highway, trying to get to the tow truck yard in time. Lisa was huffed and puffed in the back seat of the taxi, visibly irritated with her situation. 

"If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all," she mumbled to herself as she crossed both her arms and legs.

Junior glanced at her in the rearview mirror and watched her unfold her arms and legs only to change positions and cross them back again. Must be something really good where she's headed, Junior thought. 

They approached the gate to the yard. Junior pressed the intercom button. The two waited for a reply.

"Please press it again Junior," Lisa asked, leaning to the front seat.

Junior obliged and pressed the button once again. Still, no reply. The two exited the taxi and walked towards the gate. A determined Lisa began climbing the gate. As she neared the top and started to descend on the other side two huge pit bulls came charging towards her. 

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" Lisa screamed as she scrambled and tried to climb back to the safe side of the gate.

Not willing to risk his life for a stranger's car, Junior turned and fled for the taxi. Upon reaching the cab he realized he was alone. He turned to face the gate and found Lisa dangling upside down. The cuff of her jeans had gotten caught on one of the hooks that extended from the top of the gate.

The ravenous dogs barked mere inches from Lisa's body as she swayed from the gate.

"Help me! Junior help me!"

Junior raced back to Lisa, lifted her body up and unhooked her from the gate. The two tumbled to the ground.

"Look lady, I don't think they're open. I know my pops told me to take care of you but I don't think we're getting your car out tonight," he said, gasping for air. "I don't think those dogs are going to just allow us to walk in and take your car."

"Oh fuck me!" Lisa threw her arms up in the air in disgust as she panted hard.

"Well, let's get to the airport then." Lisa stood up and extended her arm to Junior to help him up.

Without delay Junior headed back for the highway. He sped the entire way, weaving effortlessly in and out of lanes, barely missing the cars in front and cutting off those behind him. Lisa clenched her teeth tightly at the near misses. She was careful not to say anything that would slow him down or take his eyes off the road. She did want to get to the airport as quickly as possible. 

Lisa glanced at her watch as they approached the west terminal of the airport. Fifteen minutes to spare, she thought. She began gathering her items for a quick departure as he turned the corner and stopped at the United Airlines curbside check-in.

"Here's my number in case you need a ride to the towing company when you return," he said as he turned around to face Lisa.

Lisa and Junior were eye to eye for the first time that night. She was so busy trying to get her car and get out of town she hadn't stopped to look at Junior. "What a sight to see," she whispered to herself. 

"I'm sorry Ms? What did you say?"

"Uh..." Lisa stumbled over her words, "I said 'What a nice thing.' Yes, that's what I said."

Junior's light brown eyes gleamed softly into hers as he watched her arm extend to retrieve the piece of paper he had scribbled his number on. 

"Where are my manners? Please, let me help you." Junior got out of his taxi and scurried over to open Lisa's door and help her with her bags. "Have a safe trip."

"Thank you," Lisa answered. She picked up her bag and headed into the airport.

**

"Ma'am, you just made it. Hurry to security. Your plane is at gate D43 on concourse D. You'll have to hurry though. Honestly, I shouldn't have checked you in," the man at the counter said. 

"I appreciate your help sir, really I do."

Lisa ran at a slight jog to security to be screened. She looked up at the sky lights and prayed, "Dear Lord, please don't make me have to do a strip search to get through. Just this one time I'm praying you'll let me through." 

"Ma'am, you'll have to come with me to the side," the security guard said, pointing his hand held metal detector wand in the direction he wanted her to go.

"Look, I can tell you I'm no security threat. I really need to make this plane. You see, I'm trying to surprise my boyfriend and my car was towed. I had to take a taxi to the other side of town only to find the damn towing company had closed. I now have four minutes to get to concourse D to catch my flight. Can't you help a sister out just this one time?"

The towering man peered down at Lisa. The butterflies in her stomach began to flutter in fear.

"We take the issue of national security seriously here at this airport ma'am," he replied. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to remove your shoes and open your bag I'll be happy to inspect you and your property and let you go your way."

Seeing no other option but to oblige, Lisa stepped out of her sneakers and opened her bag.

"I'll be confiscating this ma'am." He said taking her nail clippers from her carryon bag. "I'll need to hold this and um...yes I'll need to inspect this as well."

Lisa became flushed with embarrassment as he pulled not only her lotion, but her lubricant and her massive black dildo. The few people trying to get through security and the entire security personnel burst out laughing.

"My God, could this day get any worse?" she asked herself as she hunched over and tried to hide.

"I see why you're in such a hurry now ma'am," the guard joked. "Oh my, that's a mighty large one!" He continued to tease.

"Oh really? Feeling a bit insecure are we Mr. Security Guard? You can keep the dildo since it seems to have enticed you to have such a good time." 




A Valentine's Day Run Around



Lisa slipped her feet back in her shoes, stuffed the remaining articles on the inspection table back into her bag and ran towards the concourse shuttle train. 

She arrived on the D concourse with two minutes to spare. Barreling down the concourse she nearly ran over an old lady who was creeping along in the middle of the aisle. Lisa never stopped running, but did turn around to apologize.

"I'm sorry." Her words sounded like she was in a tunnel.

SMACK!

"Oh fuck!" Lisa screamed as she tumbled over a wheelchair. A flight attendant was just entering the aisle when he saw Lisa. The wheelchair meant for the old lady she had nearly tackled showed no mercy for Lisa. Without time to pull the chair back or to backpedal, the flight attendant braced for the worse. 

Had she had the wherewithal to hurdle the wheelchair she could have cleared it. Instead, her knees hit the armrest and she fell hard, landing face first onto her bag on the floor.

"You OK lady?"

Lisa kicked and screamed on the floor, "No! No! No!" She rolled her eyes as she looked up at the sky, "Is this your idea of a joke?"

The attendant helped her to her feet and picked up her bag.

"Where are you headed ma'am?" He asked politely, trying his best not to laugh at the spectacle. 

"Don't you dare laugh, you hear me?" she threatened, then burst into laughter. "Well, if everybody else gets to laugh at me, I guess I do too." She brushed herself off and looked up for the gate numbers. 

"You've got to be kidding me," she said, looking at 'D43' on the sign.

"That flight just pulled off," the attendant said, handing her the bag.

"I was this close," she held up her thumb and forefinger showing inches. "This close to making my night right."

"I'm sorry lady but the next flight isn't until 10AM tomorrow morning. That flight is booked so you'll be trying to fly standby. Good luck getting on that flight. There's another one at 2PM."

"No, that just won't work. I have to get to Las Vegas before then."

"Hmmm," the flight attendant put his finger to his mouth and began to think. "Have you ever driven? I heard if you drive fast you can get there in nine... maybe ten hours."

"Didn't think of that," Lisa pulled out her cell phone and walked to the pay phones to find a phone book. "Thanks! And thanks for not laughing -- well too hard at least!"

**

"Unbelievable," Lisa muttered slamming her flip phone against the shelf at the pay phone. "Not a single car available from any open rental company."

It was nearing the midnight hour and most of the companies had closed for the night. The few 24-hour agencies were completely sold out. 

"Stupid Dungeons and Dragons convention!" Lisa screamed. "What adult still plays that game?" she fussed at the pay phone. 

Lisa stuffed her hand in her jeans pocket, to look for her lip gloss, when she found Junior's number. "Hey, wait a minute. Wonder if ol' Junior would be willing to drive me."

Quickly dialing his number before she talked herself out of it, Lisa turned, grabbed her bag and started walking back towards the shuttle train to that would take her back to the main concourse. 

"Yes. Junior? This is Lisa, uh Ms. Levine? Do you remember me? Oh yes, how could you have forgotten me, you just dropped me off. I'm sorry, I'm rambling."

"Hello Ms. Levine."

"Please call me Lisa."

"How can I help you Lisa?"

"Well, it seems as though I'm in a bit of a bind here. Security at the airport has done everything but the anal probe on me and I've since missed my flight. I was kind of wondering. Well, actually I was hoping that maybe you could help me out," Lisa held her breath.

"What is it you need?"

"A ride to Las Vegas," she exhaled and held her breath again, bracing for his response.

"As in Las Vegas, Nevada?"

"Well, yes, unless you know of another Las Vegas. How much would you charge me for something like that?"

"There is a Las Vegas, NM which would be far cheaper than Las Vegas, NV. And you want me to drive you in my taxi?"

"Do you have another vehicle?"

"I do. If you wanted to use the taxi you're looking at well over $1500 lady."

"$1500, are you serious?" 

"You know, I have a cousin down there that I have been itching to see. If you split the cost of gas and meals I'll drive you down there in my car. Deal?"

"You're on! When can you pick me up?"

"Are you still at the airport?"

"Honestly? I feel like I'm on the moon. I've been poked and prodded. Laughed at twice and took a nose dive off a wheelchair. Remarkably, I'm still in the airport." Lisa laughed and shook her head.

"I've got to hear this story. I'm finishing eating on concourse C. Can you meet me on the main concourse? Of course we'll have to stop by my house to pick up some clothes and switch cars."

"Be there in five minutes."

"See you then."

**

The two drove to Junior's home laughing the entire way. Lisa detailed her trials and tribulations from when he dropped her off. Junior's stomach ached from laughing by the time they left his apartment and headed down the highway.

"I just have one more stop to make but it's right off the highway and won't take too much time. Do you mind?"

"Not a problem. Where are we going?"

Turning the steering wheel he replied, "This market right here," he pointed to an old shack of a building just north of the highway.

"Is this place safe?" she asked as she stared out the window.

"Sometimes you have venture out of your comfort zone Lisa. Besides, this is just about the safest place in the state. My aunt and uncle own this market. They grow all of the fruits and vegetables they sell here."

"Like farmers?"

"Yes, like farmers," he answered while taking her hand and helping her out of the car.

The smell of the home grown food hit Lisa's nose the instant she walked through the door. Inside she saw aisles upon aisles of food from apples and oranges to green beans and corn. Peaches, plums, carrots and celery covered tables. It was in the back that Lisa eyed the fresh strawberries. Her mouth began to water at the thought of eating them. 

"Lisa, I'm done. Are you ready to go?" Junior called out from the front.

Lisa spun around and asked, "Do you mind if I buy some?" She pointed at the table of strawberries.

"Oh chile, get wat you want. No pay me. You a friend of ma boy here," the old lady's West Indian accent called back.

Lisa's face beamed as she couldn't hold back the smile. She felt like she was a kid in a candy store and almost skipped out of the market as she headed for the car.

"Thanks for everything!" she called out.

The two continued on their trip. It was extremely late and neither had much to say. Lisa felt comfortable with Junior but didn't want to fall asleep. She reached back to the backseat and grabbed her strawberries. 

The first bite was sheer heaven. Sweet and succulent the juice dribbled from the corner of her mouth, down to her chin. She closed her eyes and thought, This is what they mean when they say it's better than sex.

"They're good?" Junior asked not taking his eyes off the road.

"They're better than good. They're fantastic. They're amazing. I've never had strawberries like these before." She licked her fingers after she placed the stem into the trash bag she had on the floor at her feet. Without hesitating she picked up another strawberry. Her teeth bit off the tip, and then she rolled the small piece around in her mouth with her tongue. Slowly she squeezed the strawberry between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, flooding her mouth with strawberry juice.

"Oh my God," she moaned as she swallowed.

Lisa took her time with each strawberry until she came to the last two in her carton. She left the two remaining berries in the carton, flipped the lid closed and leaned back into the passenger seat. With her stomach full Lisa found it more and more difficult to keep her eyes open. Opposing headlights became streams of lights, which eventually became complete darkness. 

Lisa slept, and slept, and slept. Not once in seven hours did she even stir. As her eyes focused on the rising sun, she stretched her arms wide in an attempt to pull out the kinks. 

"Sleep ti...?" Junior cut his question short as he turned and looked at Lisa.

"What?" she asked, running her fingers through her kinked locks.

The car swerved to the right. They barely missed a "No Littering" sign as Junior continued to stare at Lisa.

"Watch out!" she screamed as they neared the ditch along the side of the highway.

Junior slammed on the breaks and Lisa lunged forward in her seat. Her seatbelt caught her at the last minute, preventing her from cracking her forehead against the glove compartment.

"What in the hell has gotten into you?" she screamed as she fell back into her seat.

"Uh...you see.." Junior trailed off.

"Uh...I see you were trying to kill us!"

Junior's arm came towards Lisa's head. Lisa leaned back away from his arm, her back pressed against the door and one hand on the door handle just in case she had to make a quick get away. He flipped down the sun visor and opened the mirror on the opposite side. She tried to keep one eye on Junior and one on the mirror but found it to be an impossible task. 

Keeping her hand on the door handle Lisa turned and faced the mirror. It was not her reflection in the mirror, instead, a brown face with huge red bumps covering every inch screamed back at her. Her screams scared Junior and he screamed. He screamed at Lisa, he screamed at himself, he screamed at the cars passing by. The louder she screamed, the louder Junior screamed and vice versa. 

"What..." SMACK! Lisa slapped Junior's shoulder.

"Did..." SMACK! SMACK! Lisa slapped Junior again and again.

"You do to me?" she screamed, still smacking Junior.

He dodged and weaved trying to avoid her wild punches but the small confines of the car gave him a severe handicap. If her slaps didn't land against his skin he slammed into either the steering wheel or head rest. Swiftly, he grabbed both of her wrists. She tried her best to wiggle from his tight grasp but his overpowering strength was too much.

"You and those damn strawberries!" She cried out.

"Me?" He shook her, "I didn't tell you to eat the strawberries. You picked them out and you ate them like a starved child!"

"I know," she hung her head down and sobbed. "That comment was directed at myself."

"You women are so strange," he said releasing her wrists. 

"Oh my! Are we already in Vegas? I can't go to Joey looking like this! Look at me!" She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her face. "I look like the Elephant Woman! You gotta help me Junior."

"I'm not a doctor. What do you expect me to do?"

"Get me to a doctor dammit!" 

Dust filled the air as Junior floored the accelerator and the tires spun in the sand. They hadn't reached Las Vegas; they were only miles into Nevada. The next sign said there was a rest stop with a first aid center. Junior pulled off and drove immediately to the center. There they directed them to the nearest hospital.

"All this shit just to get some ass," Lisa cried into her purse as they waited in the small emergency room.

"For a man huh?"

"Yes. I should have just stayed at home. Then I would have my car out of the impound, wouldn't have been humiliated by airport security, could have avoided the head on collision with a wheelchair and most importantly, could have saved my face the unnecessary pain of having an allergic reaction."

"All in the name of love Lisa," he put his arm around her shoulders. "I'm sure he would have done the same for you. I know I would have done it all for you."

"No, you wouldn't. He wouldn't either. Nobody in their right mind would go through all of this. At least not on purpose."

"For you, I'd do it ten times over Lisa. You're smart, charming, have a great sense of humor, and are beautiful."

"Did you see my face? There's no beauty in this. You almost ran us off the road I was so hideous."

He took her face in his hands, "Lisa you wouldn't need any steroid shot for me. You're beautiful with or without an allergic reaction."

"Lisa? Lisa Levine?" A nurse called out.

Lisa pulled herself away from Junior's stare. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be right here."

Lisa returned an hour later revealing her old face. There was still some swelling but all of the redness had gone away.

"Feel better?" Junior asked as he approached her.

"Yes, now all I need is a hot bath and I'll be one hundred percent."

"Well, lets get you to your man," he said as he guided her to the exit.

I thought he wanted me, Lisa thought to herself. Wonder why he's so anxious to get rid of me now.

The drive to Joey's town home was a quiet one. Lisa couldn't find the right words to ask Junior and it appeared to Lisa that Junior couldn't do the same. She fidgeted in her seat as she became more and more annoyed with the fact that she had now developed feelings for Junior. She thought he had the same feelings for her, especially after his speech at the hospital, but all of that seemed to have changed when she came back out.

Forget it, I have Joey and who cares if he's going to play this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde act with me, she pouted as she crossed her arms and looked outside the window.

"Well, looks like here we are," Junior said, looking at Joey's house.

"Oh, already?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess I better get going then. I know you want to hurry and get to your cousin's house."

"Sure. Yeah. Have to get to my cousin's," he sighed. "Look, if you need anything I'm staying at the Luxor Hotel. Just come. If you need anything, anything at all, I'll be there. OK?"

"Thanks Junior. For everything," she exited the car, walked to the front door and waited for Junior to pull off.

Joey didn't answer the door when she knocked so she knocked harder. When he didn't answer again, Lisa stuck her fingers in the flower pot on the porch, dug out the spare key and let herself in.

"Oh yes Daddy!" A woman's voice screamed out. "Please, give it to me like that!"

"Like that?" Joey grunted.

Lisa stood dead still as she listened to her boyfriend having sex with another woman. 

Anger came first and her instincts told her to barge into the bedroom and confront Joey. Common sense intervened with the memory of his voice telling her, "I know you love me," at the airport the week before. 

Of course, Lisa thought as she leaned against the kitchen wall. 

Anger returned and she picked up the lamp that stood on the coffee table and kicked in the bedroom door. Lamp, lamp shade and lamp chord flew threw the air, stopping the fornicating couple in mid stroke. 

CRASH! The lamp struck the headboard of the bed.

"Lisa?" Joey looked astonished. "Wha...wha...wha..." he stammered.

"Wha...wha...wha...," she mimicked back. "Yeah mother fucker you're busted. I went through hell and high water to be able to spend Valentine's Day with you and you're here boning some other chick? Fuck this and fuck you Joey! It's over!"

She turned on her heels and went out the bedroom door. Joey leapt from the bed and ran to Lisa, stopping her just as she exited the room. 

"Look, I didn't know you were coming," he tried to explain.

"And?" she asked sarcastically, and then continued. "So since I wasn't expected you're free to fuck whatever else is around?"

"Hey!" the girl on the bed chimed in.

"Come on baby." He grabbed Lisa's chin and turned her face to his. "Don't be like that. It doesn't have to end like this."

"Oh really? What do you suggest happens then Joey?"

He nodded towards the naked woman in his bed, "She's bi."

Lisa raised her knee and thrust it deep in his crotch. "Now I'm saying bye." She picked up her bag which she had dropped by the front door, left the house and never looked back.

Lisa wandered the neighborhood until she found a major intersection. There she hailed a cab and headed for the strip. Within minutes she was at the front desk of the Luxor Hotel.

"Can you tell me what room Junior Bradshaw is in?" she asked the woman at the front desk.

"I'm sorry ma'am, we're not allowed to give out that information," she said not looking up from her computer.

"Look Ms., I've lost my car, been prodded by airport security, nearly broke my ass on a wheelchair, almost had an anaphylactic shock from strawberries and just found my now ex-boyfriend in bed with another woman. Do you think you could cut me just a little slack and tell me where to find the only human being that has been genuinely good to me?"

The woman looked around to see if anybody was watching or listening in to their conversations.

"I'm not supposed to, but he just checked in." She peered to the left and to the right. "Room 1408, but you didn't hear that from me."

Lisa thanked the woman and headed for the elevators. When she reached the fourteenth floor she ducked into the cleaning closet. She emerged from the closet with her bag and briskly walked towards room 1408, looking over her shoulder as she walked. 

Once she reached the room she placed her bag on the floor, and rapped on the door. 

"Who is it?" Junior called from the other side.

Lisa tried to alter her voice and accent. "Housekeeping." 

"Housekeeping?" Junior asked.

She masked her voice again. "Yes. Housekeeping," 

Footsteps approached Lisa from the left and the right. 

Click.

The lock on the other side of the door was removed and Junior appeared.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Lisa said.

A smile from ear to ear emerged on Junior's face as he scanned Lisa's body. She was dressed in only her red lace bra and panties. He pulled her into his room and wrapped one arm around her waist. Her face tilted as he leaned in, pressed his lips gently against hers and kissed her.

He pulled back slightly and said, "I'm not even going to ask what happened and what brought you to my room. I'm just glad you're here," he said and eyed her body once again. "And dressed in this."

"If you have another ten hours I'll be happy to tell you the story," she giggled.

"For you Lisa, I have all the time in the world." he kissed her again.



A Valentine's Day Surprise



As she walked along the snow-covered sidewalk, Katelyn marveled at how different Massachusetts was from her home state. As many times as she visited here it was always just a dreamy wish to one day move here but when the job opportunity came along to transfer she jumped on it. Taking it as a sure sign that it was time to pack her bags and begin a fresh start. 

All the possibilities sparkled like bright lights in her head as she fantasized about her new home, her new job even the possibility of maybe meeting someone to bring some much needed sexual satisfaction into her otherwise mundane life of bringing out the worn-out toys.

She loved the way the cold wintery breeze rustled against her clothes and how even with how cold it was here she would still wear her lacy thong panties to get that instant perk of excitement when the cold air made her pierced nipples hard. 

Hmmm, yes she was certain her decision to leave Texas was one for the best. She was loving the change and was ready to venture out to explore many new avenues. 

As she approached the office of her new place of employment, she was giddy with excitement and couldn't wait to dig her heels into her new position as the assistant to the top salesman, Sean Duggan. She was told that he was extremely hard to work for cause he didn't leave nor would he allow you to leave until the day's work was completed according to his expectations.

She smiled upon walking through the main front door and was happy to see this office had personality. It seemed every desk had cut-outs of Valentine Hearts and what appeared to be home-made boxes for Valentine Cards. 

She giggled thinking she felt like she was back in grade school and noticing she also felt a tinge of melancholy realizing she was brand new to a new city and would spend Valentine's Day nighttime alone. 

As she approached Mr. Duggan's door to his private office, she noticed that his Valentine box was covered with black silky boxers with red hearts on them. She couldn't resist reaching out to feel the smoothness of the material wondering if these were his personal pair. 

As she was enjoying the slickness of the silk, Mr. Duggan opened his door and watched her with piercing hazel eyes as she fondled his boxers. He cleared his throat and she knowing she had been caught instantly felt flushed yet couldn't take her fingers off his shorts. He winked at her and inquired if she liked rubbing her fingers along men's crotch seams. 

She looked at this tall dark-haired man and felt her insides quiver and her panties moistening from the horniness that was quickly overcoming her. She giggled and quietly told him it had been awhile since running her fingers against a man's crotch then realizing what she said began to feel embarrassed cause she had just admitted that to the very man she would be spending a lot of time with on a regular basis. 

He merely smiled and took her by the shoulder and escorted her inside the privacy of his office. As they sat down, he informed her that this year since Valentine's Day was on a Friday the office had decided to throw an after-hours party in the office so that everyone in the building could get together to celebrate the festivities. 

She felt him staring at her and became very self-conscious as he reached over and moved her hair off her shoulder inquiring if she would be able to make it. She once again felt her pussy react to his touch and slightly shook as she realized she was turned on by this man. She told him yes she would definitely want a chance to meet everyone.

He reached over and pulled her chair closer to his and started explaining to her what her duties as his assistant would entail. Katelyn felt excited as she listened to him speak realizing she was attracted to her new boss who was also very married. She kept staring at the wedding band he wore and tried to reason with herself that he was off limits. 

Yet she couldn't deny even to herself there was a definite thickness of intensity between the two of them as they shared the space within inches of each other. There was no mistaking his glances at her and his accidental brushes against her leg with his hands. As there was no mistaking her moist crotch that was begging to be touched.

It felt like an eternity of hell sitting so close to him, smelling him, yearning for him and not being to tell him or touch him. All the while she was picturing his lips grazing against her clit and his long fingers spreading her lips open so his tongue could dig deep into her opening while making her squirm all over his desktop. She was extremely turned on and wanted so bad to feel his ass in her hands as she sucked his cock. 

hen she felt his hand on her thigh squeezing it, she jumped laughing nervously thinking of all the sexual thoughts with him as her partner that had just been tumbling around in her head. He in return was expressing how he had a feeling their relationship would progress nicely.

She got up to leave and was sure she was leaving behind a wet stain on his chair and definitely releasing the scent of her juices that had begun to flow freely inside her. As she walked out to her new area that was to become her home away from home, right outside his door she took a few minutes to calm down and hoped no one could tell how flustered she was from being so near her boss. 

As the next couple of days passed and Valentine's Day was quickly approaching, she was becoming more and more excited about the after-hours party that was planned especially since Sean kept bragging how he wanted to show off his new assistant. 

She was yearning for some time with him even if just in her mind only. However, she did catch him staring at her when he thought she wasn't aware of him doing so and he would still touch her every chance he got to get her attention when speaking to her. 

Her skin would burn from his touch and at night she would masturbate thinking of him and how she craved to be more than just an office assistant handling paperwork. She wanted to be the assistant that handled ALL his needs and that included his cock. At work she would merely smirk to herself rethinking her childish thoughts of lust.

Finally Valentine's Day had arrived, as Katelyn got dressed she wanted to look good for Sean when he showed her off to the other salesmen that seemed to run that floor. She picked out a matching red lacy bra and thong set with a black garter belt and stockings and black pumps that would definitely show off the shape of her legs. 

Even though no one would know what was under her very short black mini-skirt and button up red silky top; she knew that she was aware what was underneath and in these items she felt sexy. Sexy was what she wanted to give off hoping that maybe one day Sean would think so too. 

All day it seemed everyone in the office was receiving flowers from the flower shops in the neighborhood and that made Katelyn feel a bit sad yet knew she had no reason to feel that way. After lunch there laid on her desk a single yellow rose with a note attached to it saying, " Happy Valentine's Day to a Texas girl that has become the yellow rose in my office, SD." She sniffed the rose and proudly displayed it on her desk. 

Everyone was excited about the party that was shortly going to start. As soon as the work day was officially over, they brought out the booze and began to just relax and chatter amongst themselves. 

Sean took Katelyn around and did proudly show off his new assistant to the jealousy of the other men on how he managed to get someone with such a cute accent. Sean laughed and said he had some business he needed to close up before he left for the evening and would be back in a while. Katelyn quickly excused herself and followed him towards his office. 

As she approached behind him he turned around and had this look on his face that was full of desire and he appeared a bit flushed. He opened his office door and allowed her inside. She was jittery and wondering if she was imagining what she thought she just saw flash across his face. 

Yet at that moment he stepped up behind her and ran his hands along her breast and down to her stomach working his way down to her most sacred spot that for days had been craving his touch. He began to nuzzle her neck and flick his tongue along her skin.  

She was glad that they had been drinking cause apparently the freedom that was overcoming them was also helping them to do what apparently had been on each other's mind for days. She turned around and with one hand held the back of his head while teasing his lips with her tongue and with her other hand raced it down to his pants and rubbed on that hard bulge that was starting to grow underneath the restraint of his pants. 

He picked her up and placed her ass on the edge of the very desk not too long ago she pictured being eaten on. How hot her swollen lips were becoming and the aching deep in her cunt was starting to quiver from the moisture that was building up with the anticipation of being touched. 

He took his hands and opened up her legs, while keeping his eyes on her face the whole time as he worked his way down between her legs and groaned when he saw the garter belt and stockings and the red lacy thong that awaited his fingers to rub across. 

She could feel his tongue teasing her lips from on top of the thong, how she wanted him to move it over yet knew this teasing he was doing felt so right to the final outcome. He licked the sides of her swollen lips gently teasing her working his fingers in there to tease her more. She was moaning deep in her throat while he was taking his fingers and poking inside her wet pussy and using his tongue to send her over the edge. 

How talented that tongue was as she realized she was wiggling on his desktop while there stood her boss between her legs making her cream all over his tongue. He tugged at her clit with his tongue and lips while stroking her cunt deep inside with his fingers. 

She was grabbing at his head feeling all he had to give her but she wanted more. She needed to feel his cock and be spread by it. She had already came with him three times while he finger-fucked her and ate that sweet snatch of hers. 

She gently nudged him back and unzipped his pants and there to her surprise was the thickest dick that had to be at least 8.5 inches of hard stiff cock sticking straight out begging for her to touch it. She started to stroke it and tease it with the moisture from her pussy lips. 

As she jacked him off against her cunt, he began to unbutton her top and once again she heard him sigh with admiration for the choice of undergarments she had chosen. He ran his fingers along the curves of the bra and she watched as he took his lips and pressed them against her smooth skin and tossed her head back as she just let the event take a course of its own. 

He raised up and grabbed her mouth with his own and gave her this amazingly deep passionate kiss and as he fucked her mouth with his tongue he found the rhythm to fuck her cunt with his erection that sent her quivering from that thick dick spreading her pussy to extremes of which she was definitely liking. 

He fucked her pussy so deep and hard that she would feel her wetness leaking out onto the desk cause her ass cheeks were moist where they rubbed on the desktop. She grabbed onto his ass as he fucked her pussy and she allowed him to ride her as fast as he could go while wrapping her legs around his waist to take his full thrusting effort. 

With his teeth he yanked her bra strap down and when her tits were exposed as he selfishly sucked up a nipple and flicked his tongue against the ring that hung from her tit. He flicked his tongue over and over that ring and continued to fuck her so damn deep inside her she was creaming all over his cock over and over. 

As he continued to fuck her harder and faster, there was a knock on his door and they both froze. He quickly pulled out of her and grabbed her arm and pushed her under his desk as he sat down on his chair hiding his erection and the fact that his pants were hanging around his ankles. 

She giggled as she sat on her legs and waited quietly while he answered the person at the door; however, it wasn't that easy. One of the salesman that worked with Sean came in and sat down. 

Not wanting to lose the hardness that Sean was still showing, Katelyn leaned into his lap and began to stroke his cock and use her tongue to tease his shaft. He reached down to knock her hands away and push her head back but she kept a tight hold and looked up at him and winked while taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on his hard-on. 

He was having a hard time trying to hide his enjoyment of her talented lips. It had been so long since he had received a blow job that the very idea that her lips were pleasuring him like this was increasing his thickness and she was loving the way he gave in and placed one hand underneath the desk to guide her head to match the rhythm of her mouth that he wanted her to give him. 

She twirled her tongue around the tip of his cock as he muster all the strength he had not to moan out loud from the pleasure he was experiencing. She sucked him with such strength in her up and down movements that his pre-cum was moistening her lips. 

It seemed like the guy would never leave but as the door closed behind him, Sean looked down at Katelyn and grabbed her head and fucked her mouth with an intensity that she had been craving to feel from him. She sucked that cock and fingered his ass while rubbing his balls with the palm of her hand. 

She could feel his cock pulsating on her tongue as she used it to stroke his cock while moving her mouth on it. He was moaning her name and grabbing at her hair while fucking her face. She was loving every minute of his huge cock choking her throat and worked her tongue the best she knew how cause she wanted to taste his sweetness he held in those massive balls. 

As she felt his build-up inside his balls about to explode out, he grabbed her by the hair in front and pushed her mouth off his cock while grabbing his member with the other hand and stroked that cock hard and fast spraying his cum all over her face and tits. 

He then took the tip of his dick and rubbed it around on his freshly warm cum that covered her skin. She watched his cock rub her and wanted to taste his cum. She reached down with her mouth to his cock and sucked his head clean. As she sucked him again, he scooped up some of his cum on his fingers and ran his fingers along her lips and watched as she started sucking on his fingers cleaning them with her tongue. 

He gently pulled her up from underneath the desk to her feet and once again scooped up some of his cum still oozing down her chest and placed his fingers in her mouth watching her full lips sucking his fingers made his dick twitch again. As she worked on sucking on his cum coated fingers, he hungrily kissed her mouth sharing the taste of his cum with her as he kissed her deeply. He looked into her eyes and told her that if she was this kind of assistant then he planned to take her all the way to the top with him. She smiled sweetly at him and told him...."count me in."



A Valentine's Day Surprise



Heather had to stop for a minute just to get used to the feeling. Leaning down, she kissed Cori's neck, her hips pressing in just a bit more, which caused Cori to moan again. They'd never been connected like this and the feeling was nearly overwhelming. Bracing her hands on either side of Cori's head, Heather started to rock her hips, slowly at first, trying to get used to controlling the dildo with her motions. It took a few moments but she finally settled into a rhythm, moaning as the small end inside of her shifted in and out as well.

"Holy shit," Cori managed to get out, pulling Heather down into another hot kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance and Heather thrust a bit faster, harder. She was really getting into it now, fucking her girlfriend for all she was worth. Still engrossed in the kiss she reached blindly for one of the two bullets she'd set out hours earlier, wanting to situate it against her clit. Heather had always fantasized of the two of them coming together, and tonight was the night she wanted it to happen most of all.

"How much more can you take?" Heather asked when she finally pulled away from the kiss. She had her bullet in place now and she reached for the other, sliding it between Cori's swollen lips so it would rest on her clit. "I want to make you come harder than you ever have before."

Cori just groaned, the ability to form coherent thoughts completely gone as Heather continued to fuck her in long, deep strokes. In lieu of a spoken answer, she turned the bullet on, her hips bucking up hard as the vibrations started. Heather smirked, sliding the lever up on her own button, moaning Cori's name as the sensations moved through her entire body.

"Please, baby. Need..." Cori's words trailed off as her body tightened, making it harder for Heather to thrust. In an instant she was coming, nearly screaming from the intensity of the orgasm rushing through her. Heather was right behind; her hips unable to keep moving as wave after wave nearly made her knees buckle. She was the first to give, turning off the bullet so she could move slowly inside of Cori again. Cori whimpered then, raising her arms to push lightly at Heather's waist. "No more," she murmured, and Heather stilled once more.

Leaning down to kiss Cori tenderly, Heather slowly pulled away, the purple toy bobbing slightly as if it were begging to be noticed and used once more. After a couple of minutes Heather went into the bathroom to get out of the harness, praying her legs kept working long enough to get her there and back. She left the harness in the tub, not in the mood to clean everything off at that particular moment in time. She just wanted to get back into bed and snuggle.

Cori was very close to being asleep, which was very typical after one of their lovemaking sessions. Heather climbed into bed beside her, pulling the down comforter over them both. She wrapped an arm around Cori's waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Love you," Cori murmured and Heather smiled, closing her eyes as she slid one of her legs between Cori's so they were entwined at the ankles.

"I love you too, Cori. Happy Valentine's Day."



A Valentine's Day Surprise



I was a few minutes early, so wasn't surprised not to find him at the bar. I left word with the hostess, found an empty seat, and ordered a glass of chardonnay. I'd been looking forward to this Valentine's Day evening all week - a romantic dinner out with my boyfriend, in one of the nicest restaurants in town. I was still shocked that he'd thought of it early enough to get a reservation, and figured I'd give him something a little special tonight in return - perhaps, after we got home, I'd finally wear that last, um, outfit he'd bought for me?

I felt a few wandering sets of eyes move over my body as I crossed my legs, the skirt of my red silk dress riding up on my leg. I knew I looked hot, but didn't think much of the attention - after all, I was very much taken. I'd worn my strawberry blonde hair up at work that day, but had let it out to cascade in curls around my shoulders on my way to the restaurant. I'd also left the professional jacket in the car, entering the restaurant in just the form-fitting red dress and matching heels.

My glass of wine was half-empty by the time it occurred to me to check my watch - was he late? Just then, my phone buzzed in my purse. Just once, meaning it must be a text message.

"Hi Brit, stuck at the office, I'll be late, sorry!"

I frowned, and shot back a message of my own, "But we'll lose the reservation!?!"

"Get a drink, be there soon, OK?"

"OK."

Hmm. How could his boss be so insensitive, keeping him late on this night, of all nights? Knowing Josh, I'm sure he'd told his coworkers about our plans for a night out. What could be so important! Oh well, not worth getting upset, I thought as I nursed the end of my glass, pondering whether to order another.

A few minutes later, the hostess sought me out, and I pleaded for a few extra minutes to allow my beloved to arrive - thankfully, she had some heart on this Valentine's Day. Just then, my phone went off again. Oh good, he must be on his way!

"Sorry, honey, I'm going to be a while. Let's just meet at home."

What? Now I was getting suspicious. I'd ruled out his boss keeping him this late, and couldn't think of any special projects he'd been working on that might have been on a deadline. He was up to something else. Probably that secretary of his. As this is an inner monologue, no need to censor my jealousy. I'd always wondered about their fairly chummy relationship - especially since I knew Josh was a sucker for her type, big tits, long legs. Fortunately, I was the same type, but that didn't insure his fidelity when he was at the office all day.

And on Valentine's Day - the nerve! Who did he think he was, polishing her off before coming home and expecting me to put out? OK, maybe that language was getting a little strong, even for an inner monologue. Maybe it was the wine on an empty stomach. Maybe I should just go home and wait for him.

That's when I saw him - tall, dark, and handsome, obviously keeping his eye on me, watching me brood from the other end of the bar. Alone on Valentine's Day, a guy that sexy? I smiled, and he beckoned me over. Oh, what the hell - not like my so-called boyfriend would know if I had a drink with this guy before heading home. I walked in his direction, as seductively as possible in my angry and slightly tipsy state.

"Looks like you could use another drink, won't you join me?" he asked, extending his hand to invite me to the barstool next to his. "Tough night?"

"Well, I was supposed to meet someone here, but apparently he got a better offer - looks like I've been stood up."

"That's terrible. Such a beautiful young lady shouldn't be alone on this night. Please, let me buy you another drink, and let's talk."

By the time I had polished off another glass of wine - or two? - we'd shared witty banter, learned a bit about each other, and established a clear attraction. The quick brush of the hand, the hand on the shoulder - before long, his hand was on my knee, and slowly creeping upward. I was shocked at my lack of concern as I flirted the night away with this stranger. I'd been with Josh for almost three years, and never once had I even considered responding to another man's attentions.

But somehow tonight was different. Josh's infidelity had pushed me over the edge. Well, that and this guy's chiseled face and equally well-defined body. He actually reminded me a bit of Josh - they were both about 6', athletic, and about the same age. I always did fall for the older guys - about 40 to my 26...

"You know, Tom, I don't live far from here. Would you like to come over?" The words escaped my mouth with little concern for the logic or practicality of the suggestion.

We made our way to the parking lot, unable to keep our hands off each other as we walked. By the time we were in his car and starting to drive, he was fondling my tits with one hand while I fumbled to undo his belt. Keeping one eye on the road so I could give him directions, I soon had one hand inside his boxers, stroking his cock until it was rock hard and bulging.

"God, Brit, your touch is amazing," he said, pinching my nipples as they hardened and jutted through the thin fabric of my dress.

"My house is just up there," I said, pointing. "Why don't you park here and let me finish what I've started?"

"Be my guest," he said, grinning. He quickly found a parking space, reclined his seat slightly, and I slithered out of my seatbelt to move to a position where I could suck him off. I licked all around the tip of his cock several times, before slowly taking his entire length into my mouth. He groaned deeply, his hands stroking my back, then grasping my hair, and I began a steady up and down motion, moaning as he filled my mouth completely and reached deep into my throat with each stroke.

I pulled away for a moment to work him just with my hands, looking up at him with my big blue eyes, before once again plunging down on him, bottoming out, gagging briefly on his bulging thickness. After holding him there, completely inside my mouth, for a few moments, I could sense that he was close, and began moving quickly again, using my hands and mouth in tandem to bring him to orgasm.

"Oh, god, yes, that's it. I'm going to cummmmm...."

I swallowed the first burst of his hot, sticky, cum, but couldn't contain all of it, the next shot hitting my cheek and dripping down onto my chin. I giggled, doing my best to scoop it all up with my finger and suck that finger off, showing him how much I enjoyed his taste. "Perhaps we should move this inside?"

I was probably still a bit tipsy, but mostly completely turned on at this point, eager to invite this strange new man into my bed, eager to feel his cock inside of me and experience a new pleasure. I giggled again as I searched for my key in my purse, so eager to be inside that I found myself completely flustered.

"Oops, I didn't get it all," I was saying to him over my shoulder as we tumbled through the door. I was still wiping that extra bit of cum from my chin when I realized that we weren't alone. The lights were out, as I'd expected, but there was a glow from the next room. Candlelight. When my eyes adjusted, I saw a beautiful table set for two. When my eyes adjusted a bit more, I saw Josh, needless to say, giving me a puzzled look as I wiped this strange man's cum from my chin.

"Oh, god, Josh. Um, I can explain?"

"Really, wow, I'd like to hear that."

"You two live together?"

I looked back and forth between them. Of course I was ashamed and embarrassed that Josh had caught me cheating. Somehow it didn't sound good as I started to form the excuse in my mind, either: I thought you were cheating on me, so I thought I'd return the favor. And then there was Tom. I hadn't exactly mentioned the fact that I was living with Josh - only that 'someone' had stood me up for a Valentine's date.

Josh's silence was deafening, and I felt more and more like a cheap slut as I stood there, hair mussed, sticky with sweat and cum glowing in the candlelight of the beautiful night at home he'd obviously planned as a surprise for me. I always did like staying in more than going out.

"Honey?" I finally said, as Tom sat down on the couch, not sure what to do with himself.

"Well, Brit, I think there's only one thing to do."

I assumed he meant that one of us - likely me - should gather our things and move out. But apparently not. "I can think of one way you can make this up to me, that is, if your new friend is up for it?"

Tom's ears perked up, but he still sat awkwardly on the couch, not sure what Josh had in mind. I knew, though. Josh had been after a threesome for quite some time. And not your typical 'lesbian fantasy' where he'd watch me make out with another girl. Oh no, he wanted to watch another guy fuck me, and then join in the action.

I had always turned him down rather emphatically. Not that I wasn't intrigued - but just a little scared. But now, not only did I really not have much choice but to give Josh whatever he wanted, but I was also, still, incredibly turned on. I didn't need any more convincing - it was just going to be up to Tom, whether he was into the threesome idea.

I smiled at Josh. "Well, Tom might already be a little, um, spent, so maybe you and I should get started, and he can join us when he's ready?" Hopefully my subtlety wouldn't be too much for Tom to understand.

I took Tom's hand and led him into our bedroom, motioning for him to sit down on the bed as Josh came up behind me and began fondling my tits. I moaned and leaned back into him. He pulled himself away from my breasts just long enough to unzip my dress, letting it fall slowly to the floor, gravity pulling it past each of my curves. I now stood before Tom in my matching bra and panties, my boyfriend's hands moving over my body.

My bra was the next to go, and Tom gasped as my perfect 34D tits bounced free. He began stroking himself through his clothes as Josh continued to fondle me, one hand now moving down into my panties. I made no moves, allowing Josh complete control to do what he wished with my body. He was now pinching my nipples hard, making them fully erect, as he began playing gently with my clit.

I whimpered as his hands pulled away, but quickly realized he was stripping out of his clothes. I took the opportunity to slither out of my panties, Tom watching eagerly as he followed our lead and undressed as well. Naked now, Josh approached me from behind again, and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my back as he continued to pleasure me. I put one leg up on the bed, giving Tom a fabulous view of my pussy as Josh began stroking it deeper, sliding the occasional finger in and out.

Tom was hard again, and stroking his cock furiously now. "I think it's time, Brit," Josh whispered into my ear, and I knew exactly what he was asking for. I climbed onto the bed, turned my back to Tom so that I was facing Josh, straddled Tom's cock, and slowly lowered myself down onto him until his entire length was completely buried in my pussy. He groaned in pleasure as I began rotating my hips. 

While my body and my motions were connected to Tom's, my attention was completely focused on Josh. I watched as he slowly stroked his cock, and realized that I was just as turned on as he was by the scenario - much to my surprise, I enjoyed having him watch me with another man. I began moving up and down on Tom's cock now, and moaning in pleasure as he filled me completely with each stroke.

Josh now climbed onto the bed as well, and the three of us shifted positions slightly. Tom pulled out from underneath me, I got on all fours, and took Josh's cock in my mouth as Tom took me from behind. The sensation was incredible. My breaths were quick and desperate as I gasped for air, one cock filling my mouth and another pounding my pussy.

After a few minutes of this, our moans gradually rising, the sweat building on our skin, we shifted once again. Tom climbed off the bed. He encouraged me onto my back, pulling me to the edge of the bed and pulling my legs into the air, leaving my pussy completely open for his taking. As he plunged into me once again, Josh came up behind me on his knees, grabbed my feet from Tom, and pushed his cock into my mouth. With each stroke from Tom into my pussy, I found myself pushed back again, taking more of Josh's cock into my mouth.

I squealed and moaned beneath the two men, coming to the edge of a huge orgasm as Tom began fingering my clit. Just before I came, they both pulled out of me and changed our position once more. They both stood on the floor, and I kneeled between them, taking a cock in each hand and sucking first one, then the other. They watched, obviously both enjoying this show, fondling my bouncing tits as I pleasured them.

When they were both rock-hard once more, it was time. No words were necessary, we all knew what we'd been moving towards. Tom climbed onto the bed once more, lying down on his back, his cock jutting up from his body. I followed, straddling him as I had done before, and lowered myself onto him. We began a slow, steady rhythm, and I let my weight fall against Tom's, my breasts touching his chest, exposing my virgin ass to my boyfriend.

Josh squeezed lube onto his fingers and began squeezing first one, then two into my tight little asshole, as I writhed beneath him in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Before long, the pain was gone, I relaxed, and I hissed over my shoulder that I was ready for him to take me. Tom stopped moving, holding his cock deep inside my pussy to allow Josh to enter me. Needing no further encouragement, Josh plunged into me in one fast motion.

I screamed out, then quickly began pleading for them both to fuck me a little harder, a little faster, a little harder, a little faster, until finally I couldn't speak, overwhelmed with the combination of sensations in my pussy and ass. My orgasm was long and deep, and I rode it out as Josh shot his load in my ass and Tom pulled out of me and covered my stomach in his cum, just as he'd left my chin dripping a few hours earlier.

I collapsed to the bed, one man on each side of me, and thanked my lucky stars for the most exciting, and definitely most unusual, Valentine's Day - well, night - of my life.



A Valentine's Day Surprise



Valentine's day was around the corner. All of my friends would be spending it with their girlfriends. I am 30 years old and was going to spend it at home alone again. 

They decided to set me up on a blind date. I knew that resistance to this idea was futile. So I agreed to go on this date. They and their girlfriends knew someone in my exact position and felt she needed a date also.

I told them to have her meet me at Bertinelli's at seven. I also told them that I'd be wearing a black tuxedo with a red tie. I got to the restaurant at 6:50pm. I told the Matre'd that I was expecting a young lady to join me. 

At seven I saw a beautiful lady enter the restaurant. She was wearing an exquisite white dress. I couldn't see her face but I hoped she was my date for valentine's day. 

The matre'd brought her to the table and I was shocked when I discovered who she was. 

"Aunt Sydney?" I said.

"Jonathan?" she replied. "This is awkward Jonathan." 

"I know aunt Sydney." 

"Enough with the aunt Sydney I'm just plain Sydney tonight." 

"Okay Sydney. I'm just having a hard time believing that my friends set me up with my aunt." 

"I can't believe that they didn't know that we were related Jonathan." 

We laughed about the situation and enjoyed our dinner. 

"I thought you had a girlfriend." 

"And I thought you had a boyfriend." 

I said that to keep the family off my back. "likewise Sydney. If they find out about this we'll be up the creek without a boat and a paddle." 

"Let's just make sure that they don't find out."

"alright." 

"Why are you wearing a tuxedo?" 

"It's Valentine's day and guys can't get in if they aren't wearing one. I do know that I can't take you back to your house." 

"And going back to yours is totally out of the question." 

"the only thing we can do is get a room and wait until morning to go home. I'll pay for the room and a change of clothes for the night." 

The waiter brought the check and I paid it. I knew she had someone drop her off at the restaurant. I owned a Cadillac Escalade ESV. I helped her in and we left the restaurant. We stopped at a department store and got some sleeping apparel. Then we went to the Hyatt Regency hotel downtown. 

"Mr. Markham, would you like your usual suite?" the desk clerk asked. 

"Yes I would Anthony." 

"Jonathan, you have a regular suite here?" 

"that I do Sydney."

"Here's the key to the presidential suite." Anthony said.

We went to our room and changed clothes for the night.

"I can't believe that this is your usual suite." 

"It is and you can stop pinching yourself because you're not dreaming. You can have the bedroom and I'll sleep on the sofa." 

"Jonathan I have a confession to make."

"Really and what is that?" 

"I knew that you were my date for valentine's day and I wanted to spend my valentine's day in your arms."

"WOW."

Sydney lead me to the bedroom got on her knees and pulled down my boxers.

"Oh my god you've really grown into a big man." she said as she started to suck my dick. 

Sydney's lips felt wonderful wrapped around my 11" dick.

"I want you to cum in my mouth." 

came hard in her mouth. 

I bent Sydney over the bed and took her from behind. 

"OOOOOOOOH LOVER IT'S WAY TOO BIG!" Sydney squealed as I pushed my dick deep inside her dripping wet pussy. "FUCK ME LOVER FUCK ME!"

she screamed as I pounded that tight little pussy of hers. 

I'M CUMMING LOVER I'M CUMMING!"

As she said that she came so hard that Her body started shivering. I kept on pounding her tight little pussy until she came again.

"My Body IS YOURS LOVER ONLY YOURS TO DO WITH AS YOU PLEASE. I'M YOUR SLAVE, YOUR SLUT. CALL ME WHATEVER YOU WANT AND I'LL ANSWER TO THAT NAME. I'LL BE YOUR LITTLE FUCK TOY. YOU'LL BE ABLE TO FUCK ME ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE YOU WANT!" 

"First of all I'm gonna cum deep inside of you. You are now and forever my little cunt." 

"YES LOVER I'M YOUR LITTLE CUNT.I'M YOUR LITTLE CUNT.I'M YOUR LITTLE CUNT!!"

"I'm CUMMING now AAAAAAAAH!" 

I came hard filling her pussy until it was overflowing with cum. Then I pushed my dick into her asshole. 

"LOVER YOU'RE STRETCHING MY ASSHOLE! WEAR IT OUT WEAR MY ASSHOLE OUT!" 

We fell asleep with my dick still deep inside her asshole. 

The next morning we checked out and went to my house. When we got there Sydney quickly changed into one of my sweatshirts just in case a member of the family came by. I was laying on the sofa for the same reason. My mom stopped by my house and saw Sydney. I told her that Sydney's date was a disaster and she called me to come pick her up. 

"thank you for looking out for your aunt." mom said as she left. 

"Thank you lover." 

"You're welcome my little cunt." 

Sydney and I have been fucking and dating for over two years now and no one knows about us.



A Valentine's Day Threesome



Bhang is a real drink that is drunk in India. I have had the opportunity to try some in the USA. It is quite potent! A little goes a long way. Google it to get the recipes.

This story contains interracial sex. If that offends you, move on! This little tale is not for you. Everyone in this story is at least 18 years of age.

Chapter 1

John Caples struggled to wake up. The sunlight streaming into his bedroom was like an assault on his senses, causing his head to pound and his eyeballs to ache. He knew the symptoms; he had a hangover. He slowly opened his eyes, letting the knife blade of the sun ravage his eyes.

He buried his face in the familiar mingled grey blond hair of his wife, Anita. He threw his arm across her waist, his hand cupping her large bare breast. He squeezed it gently as he had so many times over the years. He felt his morning wood sliding familiarly between the cheeks of her full firm ass. Nita moaned and ground her ass into his crotch.

He could feel another body pressed against his back. He realized that there was a third person in the bed. He raised his head, winced from the shooting pain and glanced back over his shoulder. He was stunned to see Suska Pasha's shoulder length greying black hair. She lay on her belly. Naked! She had her face turned away from him with her legs slightly spread. Between her legs, he could see wisps of her bush of gray pubic hair. The air was heavy with aroma of stale alcohol and sex. Gradually the fog of sleep begins to clear.

What the hell happened? He slid carefully to the end of the bed and looked back. Suska's pubic hair looked wet and matted to her swollen labia.

The room blurred and swam around him as he attempted to stand. He held his arms out to either side like a tightrope walker trying to maintain his balance. Slowly he brought one hand to his forehead, partially shielding his eyes; he extended the other as he moved gingerly toward the bathroom.

Looking back into the bedroom, John squinted against the sunlight, as he held his cock over the toilet. His cock felt sticky. He balanced himself against the wall behind the toilet with his free hand as he released a stream of yellow urine into the commode.

Like scenes in a movie, the previous night flashed before him. He reached the scene where he dropped his load into Susie's succulent pussy, when he heard a groan. He looked back into the bedroom and saw Suska turn and sit up on the side of the bed, her head in her hands.

"Oh my God, she moaned! My head feels like it's going to explode!"

He watched as she turned her head slowly, surveying the unfamiliar surroundings. Her breasts were small and sat like small caramel colored grapefruit erect on her chest. Her nipples were like small brown raisins. Her abdomen was flat with a few wrinkles. Her thighs were well formed and her ass was round. Finally, she saw him standing in the bathroom pissing.

"Oh my God, John, you're naked!" Suska covered her eyes and partially turned her head. However, her eyes were drawn to the large brown cylinder that hung between John's legs.

Following Indian custom, Suska married her husband when she was 18 and he was 35. She had never seen another man naked in her life. Although she had no life experience to compare to, she realize that John was much larger than her deceased husband was. Then a realization hit her. She and John fucked last night.

"Suska, please keep your voice down! There is a guy inside my head with a drum and he is pounding away!" The dryness of his throat accentuated John's Midwestern accent.

Despite the waves of dizziness that washed over her, Suska was impressed with the size of John's cock. It hung black and heavy between his legs lying against his huge ebony ball sack. His shoulders were broad. Time and inactivity had given him a pronounced belly pooch. However, his thighs and legs were like massive tree trunks. Slowly, she began to recall those massive thighs driving that enormous cock into her pussy. She shivered as she recalled the pain that turned into an all encompassing pleasure. She blushed a little as she recalled her screaming from his ministrations.

The soreness between her legs was another reminder that massive cock had been in her last night. Despite the soreness, she felt a tingle.

A groan behind her caused her to turn and look across the bed. She saw her best girlfriend Anita, slowly raise her head. She glanced from side to side, her eyes unfocused. She pushed the upper half of her body up by bracing her arms against the bed.

"Susie, what the fuck are you doing in my bedroom? And John, why are you naked?" Anita said in her slow Southern drawl.

Holding his throbbing head with one hand, John used his other hand on the wall to balance himself as he moved down the hall toward the kitchen.

"Coffee, he exclaimed, coffee, I need coffee!"

"John, put on your fucking robe!"

As he stumbled past the closet, John reached in and grabbed a robe. He slipped it on and knotted it as he walked gingerly toward the kitchen.

Suska watched her girlfriend slowly get to her feet. At 63, Nita was quite pear-shaped. Her breasts were heavy but smaller than her wide thick hips. The grey hair on her blonde head matched the neatly trimmed hair of her pussy. She had a slight belly pooch, the residual of having had three kids.

"Sweetie, I think my husband has the best idea. Let's get some coffee and tried to figure out what the hell happened!"

Anita struggled to her feet. She weaving slightly as she did. "Jesus H. Fucking Christ! What was in that shit you gave us last night?"

Suska started to laugh. Then thought better of it as the throbbing in her head increased.

"As I told you last night, Nita it is called bhang. It's an Indian drink."

Slowly, Anita's vision starts to clear. She surveys her petite girlfriend. As she does, an image of her head buried between those slim thighs pops in her head.

"Oh my God, Anita exclaimed, we...I...!" Unable to get the words out, she points at Suska's pussy.

Suska drops her head in embarrassment. "Yes, yes you did!" Rather than say the words Suska lets her open palm drop and partially cover her pussy.

"And I..." Again unable to say the words, Suska points at Anita's nether regions.

Slowly the events of the previous night become clear in both women's minds. It was a night of debauchery like neither of them had ever experienced in their life. They did things that were only been fantasies.

"And John, John... fucked you?"

Suska nodded quietly. Even as waves of embarrassment washed over her, the soreness and tingling in her pussy told her, she had enjoyed sex with her friends.

Anita goes to the armoire and pulls out two of John's tee shirts. She slips one over her head and shimmies it into place. It drops, just covering her bottom. Suska slips hers over her head. It sags to her knees. The collar just holds on her small shoulders.

"Oh my god, Anita giggles, you are so tiny! How tall are you?"

Suska turned and inspected herself in the full length closet mirror. She stuck her tongue out at Anita's reflection.

"I'm 5' 1" and 110 pounds, she fired back with a titter. My size didn't bother you last night!"

Anita blushed bright red. Memories of the previous night continued to flood her mind. "I have never...gone down...on a woman before!"

Suska did not blush but her caramel colored skin darkened as she flushed. "I have never had sex with...anyone...except Sanjay...until last night!"

"You are a fast learner, laughed Anita." She winced and her hand shot to her head. "Come on! Let's go get some black coffee!"

John poured coffee for the three of them. He added a splash of the hair of the dog, bhang. They sat down around the kitchen table and began to piece together what happened the night before.

Chapter 2

It was Valentine's Day. John Caples busied himself in the kitchen preparing the steaks he was going to grill that evening. He was mildly upset with his wife. She invited their friend, Suska, to have dinner with them. John was not a romantic but he thought that days like Valentine's Day were for couples to spend time together. Anita made a good case for inviting Suska. Her husband had died nine months before. After 40 years of marriage and at the age of 58, she was alone for the first time in her life. Still, John knew that there would not be too much romance with a third party there.

"John, I'm going to take the cover off the hot tub in case we decide to use it tonight."

"Yeah, that will be great. It will be very romantic for the three of us to be in the hot tub on Valentine's Day, John said sarcastically. "

Anita Caples walked up behind her husband and wrapped her arms around his waist. She let one hand slide down the front of his shorts and gently caressed his cock.

"Mmmmm, don't worry baby! There be time enough to play after she leaves."

"I know. However, she needs to find a boyfriend or something. Since Sanjay died she's practically a fixture here."

"Honey, her entire adult life was spent taking care of the needs of one man. Her culture demanded that she become practically a servant. She has confided in me some. What she called a sex life with Sanjay would get you kicked out the house."

Anita smacked her husband playfully on his butt. "You just be sure to take your pill so you're ready!"

What Anita did not tell her husband was that Susie had confided that she had never had an orgasm with Sanjay. In addition, she really did not know she was supposed to until she started reading about it in magazines. Anita shook her head.' There was not much she could do for her good friend except give her shoulder to cry on.'

John walked down the short hallway that led from the kitchen to the master bedroom. He walked into the large bathroom, open the cabinet and took out his bottle of Cialis. He sighed as he read the label. His doctor had recommended that he take 5 mg daily for his prostate problems. One of the side effects was that he got harder and recovered quicker. He smiled as he popped two 5 mg pills into his mouth. After all, he thought, this is Valentine's Day!

 Chapter 3

Suska lay on her platform bed. Her small brown feet were planted firmly on the coral sateen duvet, her knees drawn up and spread. She lightly touched herself. Her grey streaked ebony pubic hair glistened with her wetness. Her hips pumped slowly up and down. Her breathing was slow and deep. A thick white cream oozed from her over heated sex.

As her finger entered her cunt, a vague, dark masculine image swam into view. He was her fantasy lover. For years, she fantasized about him while masturbating. She felt a tingle between her thighs as she imagined what his cock looked like. She imagined it standing brown and hard, perhaps with little droplets of pre cum clinging to the slit. Suska had never sucked a cock. Sanjay never asked her. All he demanded was that she bathe, trim her pussy hair and lay on her back while he fucked her. It never took very long. She recalled the women at the country club talking about long languorous fucks. She squirmed in her lounger as she heard them discussed long sex sessions fucking and sucking their husbands or lovers.

Her back arched as she plunged her finger deep into her aching pussy. Her hips pumped up and down. She took her dripping wet finger from her pussy, opened her full lips and sucked her finger in. The musky saltiness caused her to flash back to her sister. She recalled them laying wrapped in each other's arms. Her pussy leaked copiously as she remembered their tender explorations.

They had started with affectionate kisses. By the time her parents announced her betrothal to Sanjay, they had progressed to long sweaty sessions, laying head to toe, fingering and kissing their intimate parts. She lusted for the fragrance of her sister's sweet pussy. Her sister's labia had lay open like the petals of a flower. So tiny and so fragrant. Like a bee stealing nectar from a flower, her tongue had explored their depths.

She moaned as she remembered the time her sister had first slipped a finger in her ass. Her startled disgust at her sister's action turned to a long silent scream as she moved her finger in and out of her aching ass while sucking hungrily on her clit. She remembered her sister's surprised giggles when she squirted her female essence on her face.

Suska's fingers did figure eights around her vulva. At the lower part of the eight, she would let her finger trail over her starfish. She felt it twitch as it anticipated her invasion. On the upper part of the eight, she touched her clit. Electric shocks coursed through her body. She imagined Anita between her legs like her sister, sucking her engorged clit while fingering her pulsing asshole.

She eased the finger on one hand into her ass and began a slow in and out. She sucked the middle finger of her other hand into her mouth and sucked it lustfully. Was this how it felt in a threesome? One person loving your ass and pussy while the other offered his penis, his cock, his dick to your mouth. How did it feel to have a man's cock in your mouth while a woman pleasured you?

Suska knew she was close to coming. Her round ass was in the air. Her finger flew in and out of her ass. Her breathing was labored, tortured. Her mouth formed a moue as she sucked on her finger's tiny length and width. It felt like her husband's penis when he entered her sex. Suska stifled a scream as her orgasm wracked her body. Her body pumped up and down, her finger was buried deep in her ass as she felt her juices spurt onto the back of her hand.

Suska collapsed back onto her bed. Her breathing slowed. Her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. Suska sighed and rolled to a sitting position in her bed. She frowned as she looked at the large wet spot on her sateen bed covering. I must start using a towel under me. She shivered deliciously as she walked across her bedroom into the shower.

***

Suska stepped from the shower with the water streaming in rivulets between the chasm of her cleavage and over her prominent hairy Mons Veneris. She took the large white Egyptian cotton towel from the bamboo stand and slowly dried her body. The softness of the towel caressed her nipples. She lingered, enjoying the touch. Like a lover's touch she thought. However, no lover had ever touched her aching nipples.

As the towel moved across her clit, she felt a shiver. Guilt quickly followed that shiver. She engaged daily in this personal pleasure. For 40 years, her duty in life was to service her husband. However, Sanjay was dead. Still, in the mirror, she could see it was swollen and shiny with moisture, extending prominently from its hood. She let the tip of her finger rub it lightly. A delicious tremor shook her body. Masturbatory dreams filled her lowly days.

She sighed and surveyed her closet for something to wear. She picked out a blue cotton Shelwar Kameeze dress in gorgeous prints and patterns with complimentary striped pants. She laid the outfit on the bed and inspected it critically. It was a traditional Indian garb. Sanjay had insisted that she wear traditional Indian garb. However, since his death, Suska went shopping with Anita. She bought some more American casual wear.

Suska turned and walked to the closet. On the floor, were the bags from her last shopping trip with Anita. She pulled the bags out. In one bag was a jean mini skirt and a black off the shoulder batwing tee shirt. In the other was blue Victoria's Secret lingerie.

Sanjay had never allowed her to wear such outfits. He thought they were decadent. They displayed too much of her. She smiled quietly as she opened the Victoria's Secret bag. She held up the slim blue thong. It was a mere whisper of silk. She stepped into it, luxuriating in the way it caressed her thighs and settled intimately over her pussy. She giggled as she observed herself. Then she slipped on the bra. It was a Demi bra that just barely covered her large brown nipples.

She thought how wicked it would feel to be sitting at her friends house with this lingerie on. She quickly slipped on the mini skirt. She stopped and surveyed her image in the mirror. One day she thought, I will wear just the bra and skirt. For someone. She sighed disconsolately. Probably for no one, she thought. No one wants a 58 year old Indian widow. She picked up the tee shirt and put it on. Barefoot she again inspected herself in the mirror. She decided she liked the effect. She slipped on some sandals with a blue Rosette over her pearlescent toes.

Perhaps, she thought, I should take a gift. After all, couples usually celebrate the day. She paused for a moment. Then hurried down the stairs into the basement. There in a large cooler was one of SanJay's big secrets. He manufactured bhang for the local Indian culture. Bhang was made with the THC extract of marijuana, butter, honey and alcohol. It packed quite a wallop. It was quite illegal in the United States.

Sanjay did not allow her to use it. However, she helped to make it. Once she had sneaked a taste, just a small sample. She recalled giggling like a schoolgirl all day and feeling like she was walking on a cloud. She selected a bottle labeled Hot Buttered Bhang. She knew this one contained Myers rum.

Feeling particularly wicked with her Victoria secrets underwear on and a bottle of bhang in her hand, she headed out the back door and across the common yard to her friends house.



Chapter 4

"John, the steaks were amazing! You are an excellent cook." Suska's normal lilting voice was slightly slurred. The half empty quart bottle of bhang sat on the table.

"Susie, thank you! By the way, this bhang is potent." John's tongue was a little thick, but he felt an overall sense of well-being. The combination of the bhang and the Cialis gave him a nice chubby. Anita had laughingly smacked his hands when he tried to feel her up.

However, he could not take his eyes off Suska. She sat demurely, her full thighs pressed together at the knee with her legs slightly to one side. She looked amazing in her mini jean skirt. Her small feet and slim ankles swelled to well-formed legs. He could not stop looking at where her full thighs disappeared under the short skirt. The off the shoulder tee shirt accented her small breasts. For the first time he saw her as something other than his neighbor's shy widow. She was a shapely, sensual female. Her dark eyes were deep and mysterious. Her accent was melodious and alluring.

"Look, Susie, did you bring a swimsuit? We were going to use the hot tub for a while this evening. It's a beautiful night."

"No I did not. However, I have imposed on your hospitality long enough. It is Valentine's Day evening. I'm sure you guys have better things to do than entertain an old Indian widow."

"Nonsense! You don't have to leave, said Nita with a pronounced slur. We can all go in naked." Inwardly, Anita was pleased that Suska seemed to be coming out of her shell. She was concerned that her best girlfriend was becoming a recluse. She looked absolutely delectable in her outfit. It was a big change from the normal saris that she wore. She had caught John stealing glances at her and knew he approved also.

Suska's face felt hot. The bhang had her insides all warm and quivery. Her eyes kept straying to the bulge she could see in John's cut off jean shorts. She recalled Nita's girl talk about the size of John's cock. She brought her open hand to her mouth and covered it as she tittered. "Oh my God no! I could never do that!"

However, a part of her wanted to experience the sensuality of being nude with her friends. Late in life, she came to realize that sex with Sanjay was perfunctory and formulaic. She felt cheated. She spent a lot of time in preparations for sex. She would bathe and apply flowery scents. She would get in bed nude and call to her husband that she was ready. He would enter the darkened room. Then he would lay on top of her and enter her. It rarely lasted more than a few scant minutes. As they got older, he would be angry with her if she were too dry. Anita suggested some lubricants. Nevertheless, even with that, he came to her less and less. When he died of a massive coronary, they had not had sex in two years.




A Valentine's Day Threesome



"Why not! It's pitch black out here. We couldn't see much of each other anyway. Besides, I'll go into the house while you and Anita get undressed and get in the tub. Then you could turn your back while I get in."

John felt a stirring in his shorts. The thought of seeing this petite vixen nude was exciting.

Anita felt lightheaded. Her skin felt hypersensitive. The soft cotton of her dress rubbing against her body was uncomfortable. She wanted to take it off. She shot a quick glance at her husband's crotch. She could see the faint bulge of his arousal. God, I need some of that tonight, she thought.

"Come on Susie! You know we've talked about you loosening up a little bit. Here's your chance."

The deck seemed to spin as Suska sat there. What Anita proposed was totally foreign to her. Sober she would have never considered it. However, under the influence of bhang, the idea was not totally objectionable, just new. She thought about nine months laying in an empty bed getting herself off. She thought about the two years before that when the thought of sex never crossed her husband's mind. She heard herself agreeing to get in the hot tub naked.

"Great!" John jumped up and had to grab the table for balance. "I'll just going to the bedroom so you ladies can undress."

Despite her drunkenness, Suska's heart beat like a trip hammer in her chest. What she had agreed to do was unheard of in her culture. Why, she thought, Sanjay would be outraged. He would never...! But Sanjay was dead. What he thought did not matter now.

She watched as Anita stood, weaving slightly. Nita pulled her cotton A-line over her head. With some difficulty, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She tossed both pieces of clothing into an empty chair. Finally, she stepped out of her white cotton panties.

She could feel the soft warm breeze of the California night caress her nipples. They hardened as from a lover's touch. That same breeze ruffled her pubic thatch. She shivered. 'Dear god, she thought, I'm horny!'

With a shock, Suska realized she was seeing another woman naked for one of the few times in her life. The last time 40 years ago, it had been her sister. She felt quivering sensation in her stomach. Anita's breasts was so much bigger than hers was. They hung like a full ripe melons from her chest. Her nipples were huge and pink. She wanted to reach out and touched them, to feel their weight.

Suska's eyes traveled slowly over Nita's body. She saw the neatly trimmed graying pubic hair. She was embarrassed as she thought about her untrimmed thick greying bush. She was beginning to have second thoughts.

"Come on fraidy cat! Strip!" Balancing herself on the table, Nita walked over to her friend. As Suska began to protest, Anita reached down grabbed the hem of the tee shirt and pulled it over her head.

Anita paused. Suska looked like an erotic vision in her transparent blue lingerie. She surveyed her friends perfectly formed small brown breasts. They sat upright, her nipples erect. They were so perfect they almost looked artificial.

Suska's hands flew to her chest. She crossed her arms over her breast trying to hide them. She felt exposed, frightened and incredibly wet. She shot a quick glance at the sliding glass door leading to the darkened bedroom. Was John watching? Why was she so aroused?

"Nita, I... I...!"

"Yes you can, Anita slurred." She fumbled with the clasp on Suska's skirt.

"Okay, let me do it." Suska shot another glance at the darkened bedroom door. Then unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. For the first time in her life, she stood in nothing but her Victoria Secrets panties and bra. The concept both frightened and excited her. She unhooked her bra and tossed it in a chair. She felt like she was shucking off a part of her life. With trembling hands, she slid her panties down over her hips and stepped out of them. In her final act of defiance, she tossed her thong onto the chair. She walked over and quickly slid into the hot water of the tub.

"Good girl, Anita exclaimed! John, you can come out now."

Anita slid into the hot tub next to her friend. Behind her Suska heard the padding of bare feet. She saw John's body outlined against the sky as he splashed into the tub next to his wife. She was terrified. And liberated!

Chapter 5

"I fixed us all fresh drinks, John said."

Suska luxuriated in the heat of the water while sipping her glass of warm bhang. Gradually, her eyes became more accustomed to the dark. She could see that Anita's hand was in John's lap. At the same time, his hand was in her lap.

"Can I ask a question, Suska asked in a trembling voice?"

"Sure, baby, Anita exclaimed. Ask anything you want!"

"UH, are you...MMM, "are you playing with John's thing?"

"I'm sorry, Susie. Are we embarrassing you?"

"I... I was just asking."

Suska's eyes were riveted on Nita's hands between John's legs. She could not see what she was doing, but the fact that John had his eyes closed and his head laid back against the side of the tub meant that he was enjoying whatever it was.

Anita took a sip of her bhang. A wicked thought crossed her mind. She leaned over and whispered something in John's ear. John's eyes opened. He raised his head from the side of the tub. Suska could not be sure but she thought she saw smile on their faces. Then they both slid around on either side of her.

"What... Are you doing?"

Without saying another word, Anita reached over, took Suska's hands in hers.

"Just relax, Susie, just relax."

Suska stiffened, pulling her hands back forcefully. She knew what Anita was trying to do.

"Come on. You want to see what I was doing. Now you do it."

When Suska tried to close her hand to prevent it from touching John, it actually wrapped around his cock. Her small hands could not encircle John's cock

"Just relax baby." Anita wrapped both her hands around Suska small hand. Then she began sliding her hand up and down John's enormous cock. "Go slow, Susie, he likes it real slow!"

Suska was terrified. The only cock she ever touched in her life was Sanjay's. And that when she had to give up his bath. His cock was much smaller than John's enormous tool. She glanced quickly at Anita, who smiled and just nodded her head. She looked up at John. His head lay back against the side of the tub and enigmatic smile on his face.

Then Anita removed her hands from Suska's. Suska found that her small hand barely went halfway around John's cock. In a surreal moment, she took her other hand and wrapped around John's cock.

"That's right, Susie, I like it real slow, John moaned."

Suska slid forward slightly so that she could get a better grip on John's cock. She stared at the bubbling water. Every now and then, the large mushroom head broke the surface of the water.

"John, why don't you sit on the edge of the tub, Anita said softly."

Anita was amazed at her boldness in urging her friend to give her husband a hand job. For all their married life, they had a very conservative sex life. Now, under the influence of bhang, she was urging Susie to stroke her husband's cock. She felt the heat in her nether regions. However, a curiosity also burned in her. She wanted to see more!

John reached back with both hands and tried to lever himself to the side of the tub. However, the alcohol and marijuana made him clumsy. He slid back down in the water to the excited giggles of his wife and Susie. On the second attempt, he succeeded. He watched as Anita and Susie slid into the bottom of the pool and moved to his side of the tub. Anita leaned forward, and gently licked the mushroom head of his rigid penis. Under hooded eyes, he watched Susie's eyes. There were a large as dinner plates.

Anita reached over with one arm and slid it around Susie's waist. She had secretly held a fantasy for years. She had always wanted to watch another woman suck her husband's cock. Anita continued licking John's cock as she pulled Susie closer to her.

Susie, realizing what was happening, began to pull back. She had never done anything like this. Sex with Sanjay was always missionary. She would lay down, he would climb on top and her and in a few minutes, it was over. Back in India, she had heard about a woman who did things like this. She recalled the names they call those wanton women.

Anita let her hand slide up from Susie's slim waist to the back of her head. She quickly pushed Susie's head forward as she held John's cock. Suska opened her mouth to protest just as John's cock slid into it. She tried to pull back but even drunk Anita was stronger that she was. Anita held her head against John's cock. Then Suska felt John began to pump slowly in and out of her mouth while Anita held her head still. An odd sensation replaced her fear.

It was not unpleasant. In addition, the odd sounds that John was making meant that he was enjoying. Her small mouth ached as she tried to encompass John large tool. At some point, she realize that Anita was no longer holding her head. John's hands replaced Anita's. Then she felt a hand touch her sex. She jumped and tried to pull back. However, John held her head firm.

She felt Anita's hand caressing her sex. Instead of jumping, she flashed back to when she and her sister used to play with each other. Almost instinctively, her hips began to slide back and forth. She heard a moan and realized it was her.

Anita let her middle finger slide between the lips of Suska's hairy pussy. She was amazed at herself. She had never touched a woman like this before. However, she felt... Like she had never felt before. She began to slowly work her finger in and out of Suska's thrusting hips. Her eyes were drawn to Susie's small tits floating in the hot water. Almost as though she was in a trance, she leaned over and took Suska's nipple in her mouth.

John knew he could not last long. He watched as Anita sucked first one then the other of Suska's nipples. Suska's eyes had gone from wide and scared to half closed and dreamy. Her small hands were resting on John's thighs. They convulsed spasmodically as she tried to get more of his cock into her mouth.

"Yeeess, Arghhh, I'm Cumming, yelled John!"

With that, he began to pump his seed into Suska's mouth. Suska began to gag and pulled back. She caught part of his load on her face. However, Anita grabbed John's spurting cock and pressed it into her own mouth. She sucked the last of his load into her eager mouth.

Almost simultaneously, Suska felt her vagina pulsing. Then suddenly the sensation washed through her body as her orgasm overtook her.

"Oh my God, oh my God, what's happening to me?" Suska experienced an orgasm like she had never felt before. Her body shook with violence of it. The world around her dimmed. She collapsed back against the wall of the hot tub.

Chapter 6

"Susie, are you okay?"

Suska opened her eyes. The concerned faces of her two friends swam into view. As she regained consciousness, she looked around and realized she was laying in their bed.

"What happened, Suska asked hesitantly"

"Susie, baby, we are so sorry! I'm not sure what came over us. Things got out of control in the hot tub and you passed out."

"Look, John said, it was probably a combination of the bhang and hot tub. The hot water tends to intensify the effect of alcohol."

Suska was surprised to see that Anita was still nude. Nita's body was so different from hers. Her breasts were large and full, hanging from her chest like ripe melons. Anita was sitting on the bed facing Suska with one leg bent at the knee on the bed and the other on the floor. Her large pink pussy lips were partially open. For some reason, that looked so licentious, so wanton. Suska felt a shiver move over her body. She licked her lips.

Anita's large breasts hung pendulously as she leaned forward and patted Suska's shoulder. Just behind her, John was also naked. His ebon cock was semi hard, arching slightly from his body. Suska reached up to reassure her friends that she was okay. Still uncoordinated, and under the influence of the bhang, her hand touched Nita's breast. Involuntarily, she squeezed.

"Please forgive me; Suska said quickly, I just feel... So odd!"

"Honey, you can play with these old jugs as much as you want."

As Suska lifted Anita's breast she could feel the heft of them. She was dimly aware that Anita's hands were gently stroking her abdomen just above her Mons. An inner voice screamed at Suska to stop. The voice called her all kinds of nasty names. It was a male voice. It sounded oddly like Sanjay, her deceased husband. She ignore it.

Anita smiled quietly. She let her free hand slide gently from Susie's belly to her mons. She felt oddly uninhibited. It felt the most natural thing in the world for this thin brown skin woman to be holding her breast. She enjoyed running her fingers through the silky smoothness of Susie's pubic hair.

Suska was confused about how she felt. There was a heat in her body that she could not understand. Her pussy throbbed. She raised up and gently took Anita's nipple into her mouth. She sucked it gently, her eyes wide watching the expression on Anita's face.

Anita groaned and closed her eyes, her head dropped to her chest. The feeling of Susie's soft mouth on her sensitive nipple was an excruciatingly erotic sensation. Anita's hand began to stroke her mons.

Suska held Nita's large breasts. She nursed hungrily on her swollen nipple. Anita let one finger slide between the wet, swollen lips of Suska's labia. Her reward was a muffled groan as Suska hips thrust up against her finger.

John watched his wife and Suska with a small smile on his face. Somewhere in his marijuana/alcohol soaked brain, he realized he was about to realize every man's fantasy. Slowly, He began to stroke his massive tool as he watched his wife add a second finger to Susie's leaking pussy. As his eyes trailed up, he could see Suska's eyes staring at his cock. He moved slowly to his wife's side and placed one knee on the bed. His cock was just by his wife's face.

Anita turned and kissed her husband's cock. Then she looked down into Suska pleading eyes.

"You want some baby? You want to suck John's cock some more?"

Suska nodded and pulled back from Anita's nipple. John leaned forward. He was on all fours, his cock dangling just above Susie's mouth. Susie released her hold on Nita's titties. She wrapped both of her small hands around John's cock and pulled him to her. With some difficulty, she got the acorn shaped head of his tool into her mouth. She felt an ache at the corners of her mouth as she tried to get him deeper.

Anita leaned back to allow her husband to get closer to Suska. She looked at the dark brown navel of her girlfriend. Still working her fingers into Suska's gushing pussy, she leaned down and gently tongued her navel. The effect on Suska was electric. Her hips lifted off the bed. A muffled groaned emanated from around John's cock.

Anita began kissing below Susie's navel. She used her tongue to trace small circles between her navel and the top of her hairy mons. She was startled to feel a squirt of Susie's pussy juice hit the palm of her hand. It was accompanied by the violent thrust of Suska's hips. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body. Anita's kisses continued across Susie's labia. She eased two fingers out of the sloppy wet confines of Suska's cunt. She replaced them with her tongue.

Anita was amazed at the thick sweetness of Susie's pussy juices. Hungrily, she licked up and down her sloppy slit trying to get every drop. However, she was failing. The more she licked the more Suska oozed her juices. Nita had never licked a pussy before but she was becoming addicted to the heady sweetness, the musty smell of Susie's pussy. She slid between her legs; her feet extended over the edge of the bed, and tried to crawl head first into this fountain of intoxicating liqueur.

John knew he could not last. Nevertheless, even in his intoxicated state, he knew there was more he wanted to experience. He pulled back and heard a faint pop as his cock slip out of Suska's mouth. He saw the look of disappointment play across her face and then eyes closed and her head lay back. She reached down and caressed Anita's head, pulling her tighter into her pussy.

John walked to the foot of the bed. He slapped Anita playfully on her ass. "Turn around, Anita; I want to watch you two for a while."

***

"You nasty man, Anita slurred, winking at her husband." She stood and walked around to the head of the bed. She turned and straddled Suska's face. Slowly, she eased her aching pussy down on Suska's face.

Suska had abandoned herself to an uncontrollable lust. As Anita lowered herself onto her face, Suska reached up, wrapped her arms around Anita's full hips, and pulled her down. She buried her tongue into the wet confines of Nita's cunt. She recalled her sister and how they used to play like this. Anita's taste was stronger, muskier but just as sweet.

"Oh fuck!...Lick me baby!...Lick me good." Anita buried her face between the slim thighs of Suska. She was amazed at how wet she was. Her juices flowed continuously from Susie's cunt onto the bedspread. A part of her worried about the damaged it would due to the bedspread. She looked at Susie's swollen pussy lips. They reminded her of the buds of a flower. A flower whose petals were just opening to reveal its inner secrets. Anita could see the pulsating pinkness of Suska's inner lips. Gently pulling back the petals of that flower bud, Anita let her tongue explore that pinkness. Groans of lust from Susie told her that she found the sweet spot.

Suska recalled how much she enjoyed her sister' finger in ass. Suska could feel Anita's increasing wetness running down her chin. She slid forward and took Anita's clit into her mouth. At the same time, she let her index finger slide into the rosebud of Nita's ass. The effect was electric. Nita bucked and tried to pull away at the same time she was trying to clampdown with her ass cheeks.

"Oh God no! Please, God, not there!"

At 63, Anita came from an era when anal sex was not even discussed, let alone done. The societal prohibitions were strong.

"Trust me, Nita, trust me!" Suska used her free hand to stroke her friends behind. She kept her finger in Nita's ass and moved it in slow circles.

Slowly Anita began to relax. It was a totally new experience for her. She and John had never did anything anal. Feeling Susie's finger enter her ass surprised her. Her first thought was about cleanliness. Her second thought was how different and arousing it felt. She returned to running her tongue through the folds of Susie's dripping wet pussy.

Slowly, Suska began to finger fucked Nita's ass while sucking her clit like a small cock. Her reward almost suffocated her as Anita pressed her ass hard against her face. They simultaneously finger fucked each other's ass and sucked each other's clit. Their orgasms were simultaneous, explosive and wet! They gushed there juices all over each other.

***

John watched, slowly stroking his cock, as Susie and Anita lay exhausted. Anita's head was turned to one side, coated in a clearish white liquid, as she softly kissed Suska's inner thigh. That same liquid dribbled through the crack of Suska's ass.

John was still unsteady on his feet but his head was beginning to clear. There was an otherness about the whole scene. It was as if you were watching a dream and taking part in it at the same time. He could see his wife, breathing heavily, kissing the inside of Suska's thigh. When he looked up between his wife's thighs, he could see Suska, her head thrown back, eyes closed. She also was breathing heavy, her face covered in Anita's ejaculate.

"My turn, old girl!"

Anita languidly lifted her head. She smiled at her husband as he stepped between Suska's spread legs.




A Valentine's Day Threesome



"Oh let me!" Anita squealed. "I want to guide you into her."

Anita turned on her side as John positioned himself between Suska's legs.

John lifted Suska's legs and placed one on each of his shoulders. Then he scooted forward on his knees. He watched as Nita took his cock in her hand. She kissed it and tongued the slit. She placed the mushroom head of his member at the entrance to Susie's swollen cunt. They were engorged with blood and almost black. He met unexpected resistance as he pressed forward.

Suska's eyes popped open. Again, for a moment, she was confused about where she was and what was happening. Then she felt this tremendous pressure on her vagina. It sent shocks of pain through her. Instinctively, she tried to pull away.

"Fuck Suska! You are so damn tight!" He pressed harder and watched the head slide between the folds of her pussy.

Suska tried to scream as she felt John's massive member slide into the tight confines of her vagina. She knew she could not take it. There was no possible way that she could take it.

"Stop! Please stop!"

"Stop John! You have to go very slow, Anita warned, she is very tight."

John looked down and could see Suska's labia stretched and extended around his man meat. He pulled back slowly, watched her lips extend open, and pulled back with his cock. He pressed in slowly, her pussy lips folded in around his cock. He barely had 2 inches in and he could see the pulse in her pussy as she tried to accommodate him.

Suska felt alternating waves of pain and pleasure rocketing through her body as John moved slowly in and out of her vagina. Her head was beginning to clear of the drug and alcohol induced miasma. She realize another man's cock was in her pussy. She was being stretched as she had never been stretched before. It was painful. And incredibly pleasurable. Then she felt the head press against her cervix. He was in her! She had never felt so full in her life. She could feel her pussy flexing and spasming as it tried to accommodate John. There was pain. In addition, an incredible electricity started in her pussy and moved through her body. Her body trembled uncontrollably as another orgasm wracked it.

"Go slow, baby! You know how big you are. Give her time." She leaned forward and kissed her husband their tongues played in each other's mouth while John waited for Suska to open up and accept his girth.

Suska's hands drop to her side. She pressed them palm down into the mattress forcing her hips up. Anita leaning forward had given her a chance to catch her breath. She slowly moved her hips up and back. She felt John sliding in and out of her pussy. She came again, screaming.

Suska was breathing spasmodically. Her body trembled in the grip of an almost continuous orgasm. John had slowly began to move his cock back and forth in her pussy. Each thrust send her to Nirvana.

Anita moved her large ass back and forth on Suska's face. Her gooey wetness helped her the slide effortlessly. Then she felt Suska sucked her clit in, Anita his eyes back in her head. And she came, forcefully, forcing her juices into Suska's mouth.

Suska struggled to drink down the musky sweetness of Anita's ejaculate. It gagged her, and ran out of the sides of her mouth. Still she sucked. Then, almost impossibly, she felt John grow larger in her. She felt his thrusting become harder, almost frantic. She mouthed a scream as she felt his cock head into push into her cervix. Then he came! She could feel his seed splash against the walls of her womb. She could feel his cock pulse once, twice, three times, as he filled her with his seed.

John released Susie's legs and collapsed on top of her. He was drenched in sweat. His heart pounded in his chest.

Anita fell forward on her husband's back as her massive orgasm drained her strength. Through and alcohol -induced haze, Anita realize the bedroom was redolent with the aroma of sex.

Anita rolled to her side, her large hips framing Suska's face. She glanced back and realized that her friend had passed out again. Concerned, she raised her knees and took Suska's face in her hands. She gently slapped her either's cheek.

"Wake up, Susie! Wake up, baby!"

Suska's eyes fluttered opened. The room slowly swam back into focus. "Did I pass out again?"

John levered himself up with his large arms. His eyes trailed up the slim Brown body of his erstwhile friend and now lover.

"Yes you did, he laughed, and yet it cut that shit out. Scared the hell out of us!"

Suska rolled to her side. "Well, all I want to do now is sleep."

John crawl between the two women. And they fell asleep.

Chapter 7

The three friends set around the kitchen table and sipped their coffee. It had taken them the better part of an hour, but they knew what had happened the night before. The only thing to be resolved was how they moved forward. The three of them had been friends for more than 30 years. They did not want one night of drunken lust to destroy that friendship.

"Look, Anita said, we are all adults. We can get past this."

"Yes John said, we need to do all we can to salvage the friendship."

"Well, Suska said coyly, we still have half a bottle of bhang. Why don't we go back in the bedroom and work on salvaging the friendship?"

The three friends smiled at each other. As one, they stood and started down the Hall toward the bedroom, Anita leading the way. Impulsively, John smacked Suska's now ass hard.

"Ouch!" Susie exclaimed. Then she turned and looked into the laughing face of John. "We didn't get around to the spanking thing last night, she laughed, maybe we can try that today." 



A Valentine's Day to Re"Member"!



A beautiful woman was sucking my member.

"What is your name, beautiful cocksucker?" I queried.

"Valentine," she muffled. "And today is going to be a day you will re'member'!"

"What's the word limit?" I asked Britishly, not knowing how much to say.

"No limits," she fellated. "Only lust and desire. Those are my sisters: Lust is the Blonde, and Desire is the midget." 

"Have Desire go and make me a pot of tea", I grunted between thrusts. "I find her cross eyed look off putting." 

Even though my name is Desire I am still the only asexual stripper on this submarine. You would think this would make life easier but I long to want to fellate with Abandon. 

I looked over to the corner of the room where Lust & Desire were crouched eyeing Valentine with inscrutable expressions on their sexy sexy faces. It was strange, they both looked so familiar yet I couldn't quite place the leggy blonde with the 5-o-clock shadow just starting to grow in. Or the midget for that matter, who was bald headed. 

"Who are all these people in our submarine??!?" I looked up. It was my girlfriend, Abandon. I could tell by her extra question marks and exclamation points that she was angry.

"Don't punctuate angrily," Desire said, short-and-baldly. "I just want to fellate with you."

Abandon looked over at me, and I gave my approval to have more people give me pleasure. "I'm doing this for you. For us," I figured, as things had not been easy for us since the "incident" last Valentine's Day.

Wonton Abandon sighed and slid closer to the growing crowd surrounding me, and my member. 

"Oops, I forgot his tea," Desire Twininged.

"Today is not about tea," a narrator pointed out. "It is about Valentine's day-long blowjob and the wonderful things a person could do with $150."

You missed one. Desire said, crosseyedly mistaking my single member for two.

"Let me help you with this, it's too big." Lust chirped as she moved closer and slipped her arm around her cross-eyed third cousin. And them I filled her twat with a gallon of semen.

We need a diversion at this point:

Did St Valentine exist? If so, which St Valentine is the real St Valentine? Did he cut out paper hearts? If so, from what, since paper was rare in Italy at the time?

How was he martyred? Did the Church just mix and match tortures for him to make him more saintly? Or was he the victim of unregulated BDSM?

Who cares?

Back to the story.

Then the midget grabbed his hard horse cock. She had to grab it with two hands, since they were so small, and his cock so big. Standing on tiptoes she could just reach it with her mouth. Stretching her mouth she began to gobble his gander. 

Standing on tiptoes compressed her twat, and a gallon of semen fell onto the floor sploogily. Suddenly, the ghost of St. Valentine appeared from the puddle of sticky man-sap.

"Who has conjured me here today using the secret combination of strange names, a submarine-like environment, cross-dressing blondes and bald member-sucking midgets with non-water-tight twats?" he exposited, conveniently. "What is it you desire from me?" he helped the plot by asking.

Quizzically they looked at each other. 

"Your cock" stated Abandon. "Since it is Valentine's-day, and you claim to be the real mc. Coy, show it to us and let us devour it!"

"If he's a ghost there'll be no man juice, only ectoplasm and possibly the spirit clap." Lust grimaced and pointed at the crotch of his ghost pants.

"Aroint thee, foul fiend!" St Valentine exclaimed. "Thee can have no part of a Saint, and certainly not that part. That is reserved for Agape, or for deflowering sacred virgins. Where are the sacred virgins that are necessary for completing the ritual?"

"Sacred virgins?" queried Lust. "This is Literotica. Sacred virgins are never seen, at least never once they reach the age of 18."

"Being a virgin is overrated anyway, sacred or not, the Vestalian Virgins only got to tend a fire", exclaimed Desire, "I want more excitement in my life as to watch wood burn.

They slowly rounded in on St. Valentine...Who suddenly metamorphosed into Priapus with an unbelievably large (even by Literotica terms) erection.

"Can you deal with this, bitches?" He asked, knocking all of them flat as he swung its mass.

Abandon went flying ass over tit as she felt the full impact of Priapus' massive member. Lust diverted her gaze, saw Abandon's ass, hurriedly fitted a large black strap-on, anointed it with petroleum jelly and thrust deep into Abandon. 

Lust squealed in terror as Priapus impaled her ass, stretching her sphincter beyond normal limits.

"Fear not, fair Lust!" Priapus cried. "As I am mythical and a God, what you feel is not reality but a facsimile of an impalement. Your ass will recover when a Republican President is elected."

"But that might not be for years!" Lust objected.

"Nevermind. You will feel well and truly shafted until then."

"And afterwards?"

"You'll still be shafted, but the rhetoric will change. It is your destiny to be shafted by politicians, lawyers and many others. Live with it!"

My member, stung by the rejection, began to sing a Valentine's Day song. 





A Valentine's Day to Remember



Kelly and Brian have been friends forever. Brian was a couple years older than Kelly, but they grew up together. When it was time, Kelly applied and got accepted to the same college Brian attended. Brian offered her his spare bedroom, and Kelly jumped at the chance to stay out of the dorms. Even though they'd always been close they kept a primarily platonic relationship. That is until one lonely Valentines Day, when one of them took a chance.

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"I've got a date tonight so don't wait up. We're going to catch a movie or something after my last class." Kelly said as she swept into the kitchen, dressed in knee high black boots, a black miniskirt, and a red sweater. A thick black belt accented her hourglass figure. Fiery red curls hung down her back as she adjusted her earrings. 

"I can tell." Brian watched her from the table as he finished his bowl of cereal. He felt the stirrings of desire as soon as he saw her. He always did. He couldn't recall exactly when she went from being his best friend to starring in all his fantasies. 

"Good luck on that Physics test today. Oh, and do you mind to stop at the store on your way home from the gym? I left a list. Thanks." She grabbed her handbag and books and was gone in a flash. 

Brian finished his breakfast and headed to the gym before his afternoon classes. He figured he might as well get all sweaty before taking that cold shower he needed after he saw Kelly that morning. His workout helped clear his mind a bit; it always helped when Kelly got to him. 

Nevertheless, Brian was distracted that day. He couldn't focus. Kelly filled his mind and clouded his judgment. When he gave his friend Tyler a ride home, Tyler made a comment about how Kelly looked that day. Brian's sneer and grunt gave away his true feelings. "Dude, just tell her. Tell her you're in love with her and end your misery. Do something special for her and get it over with so you can get on with your life. Either she feels the same or she doesn't."

"It's not that simple." Brian muttered as he pulled to the curb outside Tyler's dorm. 

"Maybe not, but Valentine's Day is in a couple days. She's a sexy girl. She'll either spend it with you, or with some other asshole who just wants to fuck her." With that Tyler slammed the door and Brian headed home. 

The apartment was quiet when Brian got home confirming that Kelly was still out on her date. He changed into his pajamas and stretched out on the couch to watch some late night television. 

Brian jumped awake when he heard the slamming of a car door and the squealing tires of the car speeding away. Kelly ran up the walk, her clothes disheveled and head down. Once she shut the door, Brian noticed her lipstick was smeared and there were tears sliding down her cheeks. He got up and walked over to lean against the wall. "You O.K.?" 

"Get away from me. Men are pigs. No, better yet...Men are self-absorbed, sex-crazed assholes." Kelly pushed past him and headed to her room. Brian followed.

"Hey now, don't generalize about all of us. What happened Kel?" He walked up behind her and wrapped her in his big strong arms. 

Kelly turned into him and buried her face in his t-shirt sobbing. "Things were going great. We had a nice time. I was just going to give him a quick kiss goodnight, then come in the house. Well...one thing lead to another, and when he suggested we get a bit more comfortable in the backseat, I realized what was going on and told him I needed to go. He got pissed. Said something about me not getting away with being a tease. He wouldn't let me go Brian. But I fought him and was able to get out of the car."

Fighting the rage that ran through him, Brian tilted her chin up so he could look into her tear filled eyes. "Who was it Kel? Tell me his name so I can go beat the shit out of him." 

Kelly just shook her head and buried her face in Brian's shirt again. "No, Brian, don't. It would only make things worse."

He pulled her back gently so he could look in her eyes and cup her face in his hands. "Kelly, I can't tell you I don't want to kick his ass, because the thought of him hurting you has my blood boiling." Wrapping her in his arms, he whispered in her ear. "But I'm glad you're ok. You're home now and safe, and I'll do everything in my power to protect you."

"Thanks Brian. You're the greatest. I think I'm just going to get ready and go to bed."

After placing a light kiss on her forehead, he started to walk out the room. "You know where I am if you need me."

Holding her arms across her body, Kelly just nodded as Brian left the room. 

Brian headed to the kitchen for a drink as he tried to shake the feeling of Kelly in his arms. Over the years he's held her thousands of times, but she still had the same effect on him. He started to think of anything that might ease the aching in his groin. As he headed to his own bedroom, he heard Kelly call him from her room. 

He moved to lean against the doorframe. "What's up Kel? Everything ok?"

"Brian...I...I know its asking a lot but..." Kelly stammered as she sat cross-legged on her bed picking at a stuffed rabbit. "Will you hold me? Just until I fall asleep. I always feel so safe in your arms."

Brian walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. "Sure Kel, anything you want." He lay back on the bed pulling her so her head was lying on his chest. He knew he would pay for this the next day, but he couldn't resist the opportunity to hold her in his arms all night. They lay like that talking about everything and anything for about an hour. Finally Brian looked down at Kelly, lightly stroking her shoulder with his fingers. "So...Valentines Day is in a few days. Got any plans?"

"I don't even want to think about it right now, Bri. I'm done with men for now. What about you?"

"Nothing yet. I have an idea though. Why don't the two of us spend it together? We'll boycott the whole idea and veg out on the couch watching movies." 

She stifled a yawn as she thought about it. "That sounds fun. We can watch slasher movies, and anything anti-romance." Then she snuggled into his chest and fell right off to sleep. 

Brian eventually fell asleep as well. He awoke when he felt Kelly shift and giggle a bit. Opening one eye he looked down at her "What's so funny?" 

"I can't believe you stayed with me all night. Thanks, it helped a lot." Wrapping her arms around him she gave him a hug before leaning up and placing a light kiss on his cheek. 

When Brian became fully aware of his surroundings, he shifted and sat up. "Yeah well, you know I'll do anything for you. Now I need to get up and get going. I have a lot of things to do today." 

Brian headed to the shower where he was able to obtain a much-needed release. He loved being able to hold Kelly all night, but it played hell on his senses. The ache in his loins was so strong he was surprised he was able to walk. 

After his shower, Brian went to the kitchen where he was greeted with the smell and sound of bacon sizzling. "What are you doing?" he asked Kelly.

"Well, I figured it was the least I could do. I don't have any early classes today, so eat up." 

"You didn't have to do that, but I'm not going to complain." He grabbed a plate loaded with bacon, eggs, and toast. As they sat and ate breakfast they talked about the plans for their anti-valentines night.

The next few days passed in a blur. Brian spent his extra time in the gym, putting all the rage he felt toward Kelly's assailant into his workout. As much as he wanted to go beat the guy to a bloody pulp, he wouldn't because Kelly had asked him not to. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her or make things worse for her in anyway.

Finally, Valentine's Day was upon them. Brian had gathered quite a few movies for them to watch. He finished up the popcorn just as Kelly got in from her last class. "Hey go ahead and change into something comfortable. I've got popcorn and snacks as well as all the blood and gore you'd like." He said as he carried the bowls to the coffee table.

"Thanks I'll be right back. These heels are killing me. Whoever said stilettos were comfortable was lying through their teeth." Kelly pulled off the shoes as she headed down the hall to change.

Brian finished gathering up the snacks and put in a DVD. He waited on the couch until Kelly bounced back into the room and plopped down on the couch. "Ok, lets watch some poor defenseless people get slashed by a crazed madman with some cheesy dialog." 

They watched a couple movies together; both had a great time. Brian was shocked when, during one scene, Kelly clung to him like she was scared. He didn't say anything, just pulled her into him, cradled her to his side. She snuggled into him and they watched a little more of the movie. 

After a few more scenes, Brian couldn't resist. He softly caressed Kelly's bare arm letting his fingers trail from just under the sleeve of her t-shirt to just above her elbow. He was caught staring at her when Kelly raised her eyes to meet his. Brian couldn't resist her big green eyes and soft kissable mouth. 

He slowly lowered his head to lightly graze her lips with his own. Her soft inviting lips matched his every movement. She tasted like heaven and her sweetness rocked him to the core. With a groan, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her open waiting mouth. As his tongue danced with hers, he heard a soft moan escape her lips. 

Brian reluctantly broke away, before he got to the point he couldn't stop. "Kelly, I...we..." He stopped when Kelly placed her index finger over his lips. His gaze darted between her big beautiful eyes and her full lips. He wanted to taste her again, needed to, but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

He felt Kelly shift and move to straddle his lap. Shocked, he gazed into her eyes, looking for answers. The only thing he saw, though, was Kelly as she leaned down to lightly tease his lips with her tongue. It took every ounce of willpower that he possessed to keep himself from grabbing her and ravishing her mouth with his. His willpower crumbled when he felt her fingers teasing the hair at the nape of his neck and her mouth nibbling over his lips. Brian wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. One hand cupped her face so he could explore her mouth further, while the other held her to him so she could feel his cock straining against his jeans. 

Kelly pulled back, and Brian watched as she slowly drew her t-shirt over her head. Her perky 36C breasts appeared to be begging for attention. Brian slowly ran his hands up her legs, to rest lightly at her waist. His gaze traveled the length of her, searching her eyes with his. No words were spoken between them. None were needed. 

Brian brought his lips back to hers, claiming them. He moved his hands up to lightly cup her breasts, as he nibbled and planted feather light kisses along her jaw line. His thumbs teased around her nipples, as he suckled lightly on her neck. He leaned forward to claim her breast with his mouth. As he was sucking, biting, and teasing it with his tongue, Kelly's hands cradled his head, holding him closer to her. Her soft moans and sighs filled the room and Brian's loins with desire. Brian kissed and nibbled his way to claim the other nipple. Being sure to pay just as much attention to it as he had the other one. He nibbled, suckled, and teased causing Kelly's breath and moans to increase. 

As Brian kissed his way back up Kelly's chest to suckle at her throat, he felt her push against him, so he moved back to gaze deeply into her beautiful eyes. He felt her fingers slip under his shirt to playfully tease and caress his muscular chest and stomach. She started to push his shirt up, so he helped her by removing it. Kelly's lips teased Brian's while her hands caressed the silky hardness of his chest. Brian uttered a groan as she placed kisses along his jaw and down his chest and abs. Her hot breath was teasing the fine hairs around his navel causing his hardness to twitch and throb.

Brian let out a loud groan as he felt Kelly's hand slide over the bulge in his jeans. He watched her with need-filled eyes as she slowly lowered his zipper. While her fingers worked to free his engorged member, Brian struggled to maintain control. When he felt, her hands circle around him, he almost lost it. He was so hot, so hard; the sensations were almost too much. He watched while she caressed his hard length. Let out a groan and tried to hold back when he felt the first flick of her tongue across his throbbing cock head. He didn't want to explode in her mouth, not yet at least. But as she slowly took him into her mouth, he knew if he didn't stop her, his control would snap. He pulled her up, and gazed into her questioning eyes. 

Saying nothing, Brian stood and picked Kelly up, carrying her to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed, and quickly undressed. Climbing on top her he gazed into her eyes. "You're so beautiful," he said as he kissed his way down her stomach stopping to suckle each nipple. Hooking his fingers under the waistband of her pajama pants, he heard her gasp and moan as he removed them revealing every delectable inch of her. 

He'd loved her from afar for years, and now it was as if all his dreams were coming true. He ran his hands over her legs, picked up one and nibbled his way higher from ankle to knee, her moans encouraging him as me moved from the right to the left. His hands caressing as he inched closer to her heat, her moans and breathing increasing as he kissed up her inner thighs. He let her scent envelope him as he slid his hands under her ass, raising her to his mouth. He placed light kisses around her mound, holding her firmly as his tongue dipped into her heat. Her sounds encouraged him to continue exploring her sweetness. He felt her hands in his hair guiding him. 

Brian couldn't take it anymore; he needed to be in her. He moved onto her and positioned himself at her entrance. Gazing deep into her eyes, he pushed himself into her tight heat. Groaning, he leaned down and captured her lips with his as he fought to maintain control. She was so tight, so wet, and so perfect. He began to move within her, slowly at first, the sensations she caused in him were incredible. As he picked up the pace, he felt her contract around him, as her climax shook through her. He'd waited so long for her, he tried to hold back longer, but as she contracted around him, the pleasure was too intense. His orgasm rushed over him as rope after rope of his hot seed shot into her. He collapsed against her, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as his breathing and heartbeat slowly returned to normal.

He gazed into her eyes and cupped her cheek with his hands. "Kelly... I" He fought to maintain control of his emotions. "I love you. I've loved you for as long as I can remember."

"Oh, Brian... I love you too. I was always just too scared to do anything about it." 

He laughed a little, as he whispered against her lips. "Well, this is definitely a Valentine's Day to remember."



A Valentine's Day to Remember



It was Valentine's Day, and luckily, this year, it fell on a Saturday. Darcy and I were also in luck because our second child had a birthday that was close to Valentine's Day and all four grandparents had traveled down to Austin for to see our little tyke turn two years old. 

All of the grandparents had decided to stay for a couple of weeks as the weather up north had been harsh. It wasn't that hard to convince a quartet of old folks to hang around given the choice between sun dappled days and the snowy conditions that awaited them back home.

Because of this double stroke of luck, the grandparents offered to watch both our kids and told us to get out and have a quiet weekend away from the hustle and bustle of daily life. 

This was truly a gift as I had taken a traveling consultant position the year before and had spent little more than weekends at home over the last many months. 

While Darcy and I ensured that the boys always got all the love and attention they needed, my schedule of constant travel combined with putting the kids needs first put a serious dent into our couple time and we sorely needed a weekend away. 

Before kids and mortgages and life insurance, we were adventurous and wild, in both our personal and sex lives. We needed to rejuvenate that spark and have some time that was dedicated just to us. The offer was pure heaven. 

I should describe my wife here...Darcy stands just at 5'1" and has the most amazing figure I've ever seen. I know some men like skinny chicks, and more power to 'em, but my woman was Rubenesque, with tits, hips and all the curves in between. Her ass was still as round and sexy as the day I had met her 12 years earlier, and while we both had put on some pounds over the years, her weight went to all the right places. Her breasts were enormous and I wanted to yoddle every time I reached the summit. Her jet black hair was curly and long, her hands strong but delicate and her deep brown eyes were a place where I got lost every time I looked into them. From the day I met her, I knew she was the one and my instincts were on target as she knocked me out intellectually and sexually. The best part was that she had the softest, most outstanding pussy I had ever fucked. Her pussy was a golden palace of pleasure to be matched by none and my cock longed to plunge into it as often as it could. 

As the Valentine's weekend approached, I booked us a beautiful suite at a high-end hotel downtown. I went for the works, complete with champagne on ice, chocolate covered strawberries, fresh bouquets of roses everywhere and the day-long package at the spa. 

In addition to the digs, I booked a table at our favorite French bistro downtown and pre-ordered the tasting menu from the chef, who had become a friend after several trips to his establishment. I was pleased with myself for getting this all set-up and ready to go in just a couple of days. 

A few days before the festivities, Darcy told me over dinner that our friends, Jonah & Katherine (Kat as we called her), were interested in joining us for dinner and might even book a room at the hotel. While I loved Jonah and Kat, and their son was best friends with our oldest, my first thought was, "DAMN! There goes our quiet weekend." The last thing I wanted was company, but I knew better than to argue a losing position, so I just figured I'd grin and bear it and assumed we could still steal away to our room for my planned non-stop romp. 

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As the Friday of the Valentine's Day weekend came upon us, we packed up, kissed the kids goodbye, profusely thanked the grandparents and got the hell out of Dodge. We raced from our house in the 'burbs to the hotel in no time, and as we got settled into the room, we popped the champagne, toasted each other and drained the bottle in minutes. Before long we were giggling and dancing to the tunes on the stereo. As we continued to dance, we started groping each other like we were teenagers. 

"Are you ready, cowboy?" Darcy asked.

"Ready for what, love?" I replied

Without another word, Darcy dropped to her knees, ripped my pants down and swallowed my cock in fell swoop. 

As she cupped and stroked my balls, she pulled on my shaft and licked around the head. I gathered up her thick, black curly hair into my fist and used my other hand to gently cup her chin. I proceeded to set my pumping rhythm to the song on the stereo while I face-fucked her for all it was worth. 

With each stroke I was driving my cock deeper and deeper, forcing saliva to dribble out of the corners of her mouth. Darcy used her hand to catch it and lube my shaft and balls and with each stroke, she started humming and groaning, bringing me closer and closer to cumming. 

As I swelled in her mouth, I yanked hard on her hair and forced her mouth to swallow my whole eight inch dick as she pulled hard on my skin of my nut sack. I exploded round after round of thick, creamy cum down her throat. 

I felt her try to escape my grasp, which turned me on even more as I forced her to stay attached to my cock like white on rice and continued to instinctively pump my cock, trying to milk my cock for every drop. When I was spent, Darcy pulled off of my dick and licked me base to tip with her wet and ruby-red lips, making sure to induce a "pop" noise as she swallowed and then pulled out my deep purple mushroom head.

As Darcy stood up, we kissed deeply and I could taste the salty sweet mix of cum and saliva in her mouth, bringing my cock to full attention again. Pushing her back against a wall, I slipped my hand under her skirt and easily pushed aside her satin panties to slip one, then two fingers into her sopping cunt. 

I slowly probed her pussy lips with my fingers and used my thumb to encircle her clit again and again, working into a slow but steady pace. I continued to stroke her pussy faster and faster and I could feel her wetness leak down her thigh as her breaths became short and shallow. 

I moved my free hand from the small of her back to the front of her shirt and undid her buttons one by one until her satin bra was exposed. In rhythm with my ministrations on her cunt, I stroked her nipples through the soft satin material, finally pulling aside her bra to gain full access to her beautiful tits. 

I pinched her nipples hard, stretching and twisting them between my thumb and forefinger, just the way she liked. Stroking her cunt and nipples in unison, I softly bit her ear and whispered, "Fuck me" over and over again, matching my breathing and whispers with the furious stroking of her cunt and twisting of her nipples. 

I felt her ass tighten as her pussy clenched my fingers. She went on her tip-toes to ride through the waves of her orgasm as it ripped through her demure frame. 

"Holy shit motherfucker," she meowed as I stepped back with a wicked grin on my face. "You better get naked and eat my pussy NOW!" she demanded, and I was ready, willing and able.

We continued to fuck, suck and cum most of that night. As a matter of fact, we skipped going out and ordered room service just so we could spend more time fucking.

When Darcy answered the door for room service in a short hotel robe, she purposefully exposed her creamy brown thighs and bulging cleavage to the poor, unsuspecting room attendant. 

Within seconds his hard-on was obvious and even though he was trying to get out of the room ASAP, Darcy played coy and took a while to figure a tip and sign the check. As she walked him out of our room, she purposefully let a breast slip out of her robe and giggled a, "whoops" as his eyes grew big as saucers. After she shut the door, she laughed, took off the robe, ran to the bed and mounted my hard pole.

"Did you like that show, you naughty boy?" she asked.

"Hell yes, isn't it obvious," I replied as I bucked my hips to meet her thrusts with my raging pole.

"I know you've always like to talk about showing me off, but I thought it was just talk." 

"I've always fantasized about it, but actually seeing you expose yourself was a bigger turn-on then I could have imagined!"

"Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about that..." she purred, as she continued to ride me cowgirl style. "Maybe I'll just have to show off for Jonah tomorrow night and see if that gets you off too." With that, Darcy planted her feet flat on the bed, grabbed my wrists to pin me down and pistoned her pussy up and down like a fuck machine. She rode me hard and fast, using me as a personal fuck toy. 

She started whispering, "Oh Jonah, fuck me, fuck my pussy" as she closed her eyes and pumped her hips against mine. This brought me to the edge and as I exploded for the third time that night, she peaked and climaxed with such intensity that I thought she'd rip my dick off in the process. Her pussy squeezed down like a vice and I could feel her shutter from head to toe, before falling off of my body and lying in a heap on the bed.

"Obviously I am not the only one who got turned on by that thought," I gasped.

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The next morning, we awoke late and took a hot-tub bath together before starting our spa day. Darcy went for her facial, manicure and pedicure while I went for a nice, slow two-hour massage. We met up for lunch and a couple glasses of wine and then traded spots as she went for her massage and I went for my mani & pedi treatment (yes, men like then too). I was finished before she was, so I went back up to the room and feel asleep while I waited for her to return.

I awoke to her hand wrapped around my dick, slowly stroking it to life and opened my eyes to see Darcy's smiling face.

"How was your massage?" I asked

"Like floating on clouds," she replied, "Although I have a quick confession to make..."

"What's that?" I asked perplexed.

"Remember our little fantasy adventure last night?"

"Ummmmm, YES you crazy woman, how could I forget?!?!"

"Well, the thought of exposing myself and being naughty for you got me so worked up that I let the masseuse go a little further than I usually would."

"Tell me," I whispered into her ear.

"Well, he was Latino...you know, dark, handsome, beautiful brown eyes. Just the sight of him got me excited, so I was a bit wet before we even started." As she said this, she got up off the bed, grabbed some amazing body lotion from the bathroom and came back to the bed. With her right hand fully lubed, she began giving me an amazing hand job. "Go on," I moaned, although I thought I knew where this was heading.

"Well, the massage started off pretty typical. I was on my belly and he was working my back, the usual. But as he started working my lower back, it felt so good that I moaned a little bit. I think that tipped him off that I was a bit horny, because after that, he got a bit more adventurous." She was now working my eight inches in long, slow, luxurious strokes, base to tip, base to tip, paying particular attention to the ring around the head of my circumcised cock.

"Define adventurous," I moaned.

"Well, he definitely started working on my ass at that point. He moved the sheet over to expose one whole side of my body. He exposed my ass and as he folded the sheet between my legs, he pushed the crease hard against my ass and I responded my opening my legs. He had a glorious view of my cunt, and it was pretty obvious that it was soaking."

"As he worked my ass, I felt his fingers travel deeper down my ass crack with every stroke, and before long he was stroking my pussy on every rub up and down my ass. I spread my legs even further legs and he completely removed the sheet and now started working my ass, asshole and pussy."

"You're fucking' lying," I said, grinning ear to ear as she picked up her pace

"Nope -- honest truth. All of a sudden, I felt a dribble of hot oil spread over my crack and as his hands started working it into my skin. Then I felt a finger rim my ass as another finger slip into my pussy." At this point, Darcy was pulling the skin from my shaft all the way over the head of my cock, making short fast strokes. I was so near cumming, but I wanted to hear the rest of the story.

"Before long, my ass was up in the air like a bitch in heat and he had a finger buried in my ass and two or three in my cunt. He was entering me, filling me up and making me crazy. He must have finger fucked me for ten minutes before I melted on his hand. After that, he turned me over and started sucking on my tits. I held on to the back of his head and guided him back and forth between each nipple. He was biting and pulling them with his teeth and I just couldn't take it anymore, so I started to rub my clit like I was trying to start a fire!"

"Holy shit," was all I could mutter as Darcy was now was using both hands to jack me off. My response was in reply to both her story and her expert handling of my rock hard cock.

"All of a sudden, he moved to the end of the table, grabbed my ankles and pulled my ass to the edge. He got down on his knees and started sucking and licking my pussy. He kept French kissing my slit and driving his tongue deep into my cunt, telling me how sweet I tasted. He had a big tongue but it wasn't as good as yours. I still came three times on his face!" 

As she finished her story, I erupted like Old Faithful, sending geyser after geyser of cum onto my belly, the bed, her hands, her hair. It felt like I drained the entire well on that one cum and my dick throbbed with pleasure and pain.

"Goddamn," Darcy laughed, "We hit oil!" 

I was speechless. My lovely, hot, sexy wife had moved from fantasy to reality in the span of 24 hours. She was wonton, craven and absolutely the hottest fuck on the face of the planet. 

I pushed her back on the bed and lavishly licked her pussy from top to bottom, front to back, inside to outside and back again.

"Work my clit," she begged.

I pushed my tongue up and out and focused my licking on the hood of her beautiful clit. It swelled and turned an angry red and the longer I licked and kissed, and more she begged me to fuck her.

"Oh no baby love...no cock for this bad girl!" I lectured.

I continued nibbling her clit and swirled it with my tongue, then used my fingers to push back her lips and flicked her clit like Charlie Parker worked the reed on his saxophone. I licked faster and faster, suing my thumbs to continually spread her lips further apart. Darcy grabbed the back of my head and forces my face into her cunt, licking deep in her pussy. In no time flat, she was praying to Jesus and rolling on the bed like a woman possessed.

"Is this getting a bit out of hand?" I asked as we basked in the after-glow of our play.

"I don't know. We haven't had this much time to devote to ourselves or each other is so long, it feels pretty damn good to me," she countered. "Do you think so?"

I said, "This is amazing baby, and as long as we're both having fun and not freaking out, I'm game."

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As the afternoon passed onto dusk, we received a call from Kat letting us know they were at the hotel and asking us if we wanted to join them for a dip in the pool before heading out.

"I'm dead tired baby," I said. "Why don't you go and tell them I'll see them at dinner."

"Okay love" Darcy replied, talking quickly with Kat and hanging up.

As soon as she was off the phone, she slipped into an amazing silver one piece swimsuit with the sides cut out and a plunging neckline. She looked like a walking, fuckable Christmas present, one that I wanted to unwrap.

"Not now ya' silly," she scolded. "I gotta get down to the pool. Plus, we'll have plenty of time tonight. Rest up lover boy, 'cause I'm going to need that cock tonight!" She smiled, blew me a kiss and walked out of the room.

I waited a few minutes and then snuck down to the pool area to see if I could watch Darcy with Kat and Jonah from a distance. I was hoping that with Darcy's new found sense of liberation, I'd be able to fulfill my voyeuristic tendencies and watch some play between friends. I found a nice spot that was off of the main entrance to the pool area that offered a good view of the hot tub and an okay view of the pool. Thanks to a large potted fern arrangement, I had plenty of concealment to make my spying not-so-obvious unless you were really looking. 

To my surprise, Jonah was nowhere to be found, but Kat was already in the hot tub while Darcy was swimming a few laps in the pool. Kat had her head thrown back against the edge of the spa and her long blond hair was floating in the water around her shoulders. Kat stood about 5'3" and was a lot like Darcy...curvy in all the right places. She had a rack that she loved to push up and out to show off. She also had amazing nipples that easily stood at attention and were almost always visible under her tight shirts and dresses. Her ass was a thing of splendor...all hips and sway. On top of that, she had blue, friendly eyes to match her bubbly personality and knew how to flirt with the best of them. I loved hanging out with her because she could make you feel flirtatious, sexy and comfortable all at the same time. 

Under the waves and bubbles, I could make out the faint outline of an orange bikini, and boy-oh-boy, did Kat look hot. She always looked good, but given the hyper-sexual nature of my weekend, I was ready to hop in the water and take her, right then and there. 

I was brought back to reality when I heard Darcy exit the pool and watched her walk into view and enter the hot tub next to Kat. Because no one else was in the pool area, Darcy figured they could talk without inhibitions and started right away telling Kat about the last twenty-four hours.

"I tell you what Kat, getting Tyler out here for the weekend was the best thing that's happened to us in a long while", Darcy said. "He fucked me three ways till Sunday last night and we've been playing with each other all day today. I feel like a frisky teenager again."

"I hope the same bug bites Jonah in the ass!" Kat laughed. "He's been working so many hours lately I feel like I have a deeper personal relationship with my vibrator."

Darcy chuckled and then said in a lower, quieter voice, "Can I tell you something else? And if I tell you, you must be absolutely fucking quiet about it, kay?"

"Tell me sister," Kat said conspiratorially, "and I promise not to whisper a word."

I saw Darcy lean over and mumble something into Kat's ear, and by watching Kat's face it was pretty obvious that Darcy was telling her about the massage adventure. As the story continued, Kat's eyes got wider with disbelief until I heard her say, "Get OUT!"

After that there was a lot of giggling and laughing. I tried to catch bits and pieces of the conversation as they kept their voices low and conspiratorial, but got nothing. At least I could enjoy the view of two beautiful women in a hot tub trading sex stories.

Before too long, I grew bored with the spying and went back up to the room to rest up and get ready for the night ahead. 

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At 7:30pm, Darcy and I met Jonah and Kat downstairs in the lobby. Darcy looked amazing in a short, deep-red dress, her black curly hair falling over her spaghetti-strapped shoulders. She was wearing 'fuck-me' shoes...open-toed, dark-red with 4" heels. I also knew she was wearing a matching dark-red panty and bra set that I had given her for her birthday the month before. They were soft and skimpy and she looked drop-dead gorgeous when she stepped in to them as we were getting ready.

"How do I look?" she queried as she stepped out from the bathroom.

"Like sex on wheels baby!"

"Well then, won't you just love taking them off tonight?"

"Do I have to wait?" I begged.

"YES you do mister...I am freshly showered, my hair is perfect and we are meeting friends ON TIME for once," she replied, dashing my hopes of a quickie before we walked out the door. 




A Valentine's Day to Remember



It was that time of year again when all the stores put out the red heart boxes of candy, the big beautiful red roses, and you could almost smell the love in the air. This year it would be a happy Valentines day for Kristen too. For the fist time in a long time she had someone special in her life to enjoy the day with. Her boyfriend had told her that he had some very romantic plans for that day. She was not to plan anything for that night it was all his to plan out for them. Kristen was excided and a little nervous about the up coming night, but she knew that anything that Mitch planed for the night would be great.

That day at work she got a delivery of a dozen long stemmed red rose and a note from Mitch saying to meet him at Franzellies restaurant at 7pm for diner. And to take a cab to the restaurant he had everything they need already in his car. Having already pack a bag with cloths for work the next day and sent with Mitch earlier in the week she knew that they would be leaving right from the restaurant to head up to Miller Lake for their night of romance.

Kristen was excided and nervous all day and hardly got any work done. The only thing that seems to be working extremely well was her pussy. Not even half way though the day and her panties we soaking wet with her juices. Ever time she opened her legs she could smell her own arousal and was sure that her boss and coworkers could smell it too. She even went into the ladies room sever times just to wipe the juices from he pussy and thighs, and used paper towel to try and dry some of the wetness from her panties. Kristen knew 7 pm could not get here soon enough.

At six thirty Kristen shut down her computer and head out to catch a cab to Franzellies restaurant for her dinner with Mitch. When she got there Mitch was already waiting for her. He kissed her deeply on the lips, but did not linger long enough for Kristen. 

"Hey Baby. Right on time. Our table is ready," Mitch said leading her to a secluded booth in the back of the restaurant. He pulled out her chair for her and helped her sit down as the waiter placed their menus on the table and filled their water glasses. At the same second she smell her own arousal drifting up from her pussy it seemed Mitch and waiter both also smelled it as they both stopped what they were doing and looked at her as if they wanted to toss her on the floor and fuck her right there in the middle of the restaurant. Dinner seemed to take forever to get done, and each second of it I was getting more aroused and wetter. But it was finally over and we were in Mitch's car heading for Miller Lake and the cabin for the night.

"I can still smell your arousal, Kristen. Have you been aroused all day long," Mitch asked as he drove the car.

"My pussy has been so wet all day. It started when I received the flower you sent me earlier."

"Spread you legs, Baby. And lift up you skirt so that I can see," he said to me.

I lifted my ass off the set of the car and pulled my skirt up around my waist and spread my leg just like he had asked me. Looking down I could see my juices had once again coated my thigh. An the smell of my arousal was even stronger now making me want to cum very badly. Glancing over at him I could see his nose flare as he pulled in a deep breath and that his cock was very hard in his pant.

"Damm, Baby. Take the panties off and play with yourself for me. But don't cum yet," he commanded of me.

Slowly I reached up and slid my panties down my legs to pool at my feet. Spreading my thigh as wide as I could in the seat of the car and tilting my hip forward slightly so that he could see my pussy better. I brought my hand back to my pussy slowly running my fingers over my swollen pussy lips. Biting my lip to keep from moaning out load. I slowly spread my pussy and run a finger around my clit several times before I allow myself to stroke it a few times. Taking my finger off my clit before I push myself to far and cum when he has told me that I couldn't. I stick my finer inside of me working it in an out a few dozen times before I add another finger and then finally a third finger. In and out I work my fingers while also rubbing my thumb across my clit. I can not longer hold my moans in and moaning as I work myself even closer to cumming.

"Don't cum Baby," you remind me as you can see that I am getting very close. I slow my fingers going in and out of my pussy down. With my other hand I reach up and unbutton my shirt and start to play with my tits. Total forgetting where I am and just concentrating on the feel of my hands on and in my body.

"We are here," I hear you say as you turn the car off and come around and open my door. I reach down to put my panties back on but you shake you head, "You won't need those." So I leave them on the floor of the car and follow you to the cabin.

Once inside you turn on a lamp beside the couch and then turn around and kiss me hard. Biting my bottom lip and running your tongue across my lips and pushing it inside my mouth to tangle with my tongue. Ripping your mouth from mine you spin me around and push me over the back of the couch. I hear the zipper on your pants as you release you cock and push it into my very wet and aroused pussy.

I can feel your pants rubbing my ass as you fuck me with hard fast stokes in and out. It only take a few seconds for me to cum as I have been playing with my pussy for the last 49 minutes of the drive to Miller Lake. My pussy clenches your cock tightly as you pump in and out of me a few more time before you finally cum too.

Pulling your cock out of my pussy you put it back in your pant and rip them up. You then help me stand and lead me to the bathroom where you draw me a bath while I undress. Lighting candles for me and putting rose peddles and some scented oils in the water. Turning around you take the in the sight of my naked body and smile.

" Have a bath and relax sweetheart. I am going to go get out bags out of the car and bring them in. I wanted you to much to do it earlier. Don't rush."

You head out the door to the bathroom leaving it part of the way open. I step into the water and slowly sink down, moaning as the hot water covers me. I lay my head back and close my eyes just listening to you walk around in the cabin and smelling the wonderful oils you had poured into the water. After a while I heard you come into the bathroom and open my eyes to see you with a glass of wine for me. You hand it to me and I take a sip savoring the flavor. You then kneel down beside the bathtub and reach for the soap. Slowly you wash every part of my body. Circling the nipples until the get hard and then squeezing them between you finger causing me to moan. Then rubbing the soap along my ribs and then down each of my legs avoiding my pussy. Running your hands and the soap back up my legs you move to the inside of my thigh and then finally to my pussy. Cleaning my pussy was once again making me aroused and I was moan louder.

All of a sudden you drop the soap and stand up reaching your hand out to help me out of the tub. Taking my now empty wine glass you set it on the counter and reach for a towel to dry me off with. Taking my hand you lead me back out into the living room where there is now a fire going in fireplace and pillow and a blanket on the floor in front of it. You lead me over to in front of the fireplace where once again you kneel down. But this time it is not to wash my body with soap, it is to wash my pussy with your tongue. 

You stroke your tongue across my lips licking my juices that have once again started to flow. You reach up with your hand and part my lips and flick your tongue across my clit several time before sucking it into your mouth and gently biting it. I gasp and put my hands on your head to steady myself. You continue you fest of my pussy pushing your tongue in and out of me. I am very close to cumming again and you can tell so you stop what you are doing not wanting me to cum to soon.

Standing you help me to lay down on the pillow and then you take your t-shirt off and unzip your pants pushing them down. Stepping out of the pant you kick them across the room and then lay down beside me. You put both of your hands on my breast squeezing them together then you lean down and put first on nipple in your mouth and suck and nip at it and then you turn your attention to the other one.

When you are think my breast have had enough attention you part my thigh and get in between them putting you cock at my entrance. Slowly you push in as you gaze into my eyes. You keep pushing till you are fully seated in to my core. Then slowly you start to pull out making me moan. 

"God, Baby. This feels so good. I love fucking you," you say as you continue to fuck me slowly. I tighten my legs around your waist to try to get you to move faster but you will not.

"Babe, please. Just ......ummmm.......fuck me......harder.......ahhhhhh yeah.......faster," I moan. "Yeahhh Babe, faster........harder.......yes make me cum babe."

Hearing me moan and beg you to fuck me faster and harder make you pick up you pace slamming into me harder and faster just like I wanted.

"You close," you ask me? I moan and bit my lip. "Cum for me, baby," you say as you reach down with your hand a put pressure on my clit. I scream as I cum squeezing you dick tight making you cum with me. You fall down over me rolling onto you back till holding me. As our skins dry by the fire I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face. This has been the best Valentines day ever.



A Valentine's Day to Remember



She was 5'5 and had the perfect body with measurements of 36-28-35. She had the perfect perky C cup breasts to die for. She was down to earth and had a heart as light and bright as her pale blonde hair. Her eyes were between a sea green and an ocean blue. Every female envied her and ever male wanted her.

That didn't matter to John though. Elissiah was his. They had been together for as long as he could remember and he wanted her since before then. You see Elissiah was the new girl next door, and John was just a geek. Both were 7 years old when they first met. They became friends immediately. As they got older and started dating they remained friends and gave each other advice and were there for each other during all the break ups. At 16 started dating and were still together when their prom came around. John was so in love with Elissiah that he bought her a pink corsage and a box of chocolates for their prom. It was something he had done since their first date. A small box of chocolates and a flower of some sort.

Now all these years later, he intended to do the best thing ever for Elissiah for Valentine's Day. He had no idea what it would be as he always topped himself. The best yet was last year. He got her a dozen red roses and a dozen yellow roses, for best friends and the deepest love. He got her a 2 pound box of chocolate and a bottle of wine. He took her to dinner and made the slowest sweetest love to her that night.

This year he had bigger plans. He was going to surprise her with a huge puppy shaped balloon, 2 dozen red roses, half a dozen yellow roses, and rose pedals sprinkled on the bed. He was going to light candles and place them all around the room. He made a mix of the sweetest songs, her favorite ones. 

When she came home from work he swept her into his arms and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He took her to the bathroom where he had a bath run with scented oils in it and candles all around. He put her down and slowly undressed her and placed her in the tub. He bathed her and washed her hair. He smiled as she moaned with delight. He loved spoiling her in every way possible.

When he was done he wrapped her in a towel and carried her to their bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and started massaging her from her neck to the bottoms of her feet. Once he was done he handed her a pink and black silk robe to put on, and he walked out of the room. He came back with a tray of roses, strawberries, and then she noticed; the tray was actually the biggest box of chocolates she had ever laid eyes on.

He sat next to her and fed her strawberries dipped in chocolate and kissed her nose with every bite she took. He took a beautiful rose and trailed it along her jaw, over her lips, down her neck, and to her breasts. He kissed her everywhere the rose touched. He stood up and removed the chocolate dip and the roses, leaving the single rose, strawberries, and box of chocolate. He went to the closet and pulled out a chest. She looked at him quizzically but never said anything, only smiled.

He opened the chocolate and gave her a bite, as she bit into it there was something in her mouth; she pulled it out and was confused as she watched him smile. There was a piece of paper in her chocolate that had a message. She read the message and it said, "Another". He fed her another, this time the paper read, "Robe off" so she removed her robe; he also undressed at this point. She offered him a chocolate and his paper read, "Kiss" and he leaned over and kissed her. With a smile she let him know she was excited, he decided to give her another and it read, "Scarf". She was looking at him with a raised eyebrow and he pulled a scarf out of the chest. He tied her hands to the head board. He pulled out another chocolate and it read, "Right breast". He placed a chocolate on her nipple and told her not to move. He walked out of the room and came back with a bucket and a towel. She was giddy with anticipation. 

He gave her another chocolate and it said, "Ankles high". She had no idea what that meant. She soon came to understand as he brought out some soft rope and began tying her ankles to the same post her hands were tied to. This spread her legs to an almost uncomfortable position. He told her to choose a chocolate and she chose the one in the bottom right corner of the box. That one said "left breast". He placed a chocolate on her breast and had her choose one last chocolate. Her choice was the very middle of the box. The last chocolate said, "Strawberry". He pulled out a strawberry and she opened her mouth, awaiting the fruit she watched him trail the fruit down her neck, across her stomach, down to her pelvis, and felt it being pushed into her freshly shaven pussy.

Her eyes got wide and he just winked. He removed the remainder of the chocolates and removed one last chocolate letting her know that this was his pick. The chocolate read, "begin". He picked up the bucket and pulled out a piece of ice. He started at her forehead and rubbed it down her nose to her lips. He rubbed it over them until her mouth opened, and she stuck out her tongue. He rubbed it down her chin onto her neck and continued the path to her belly button. He left the ice there and kissed back up the trail the ice had made. He then removed the chocolate from the right breast and the paper inside it said, "Remove strawberry". He winked at her and grabbed the other chocolate, knowing it would fall once he removed the strawberry from within her. The last piece of chocolate read," candles".

He slid down her body and slid his tongue all around her labia making her squirm and moan. He licked across her slit and barely flicked her clit. He placed his mouth over her slit and sucked to remove the berry. He ran his tongue around her clit and back over her slit tasting her juices mixed with the strawberry juice running out of her. He placed his mouth over her opening one last time and sucked the strawberry out. He slid back up her body and shared the pussy juice covered strawberry with her. He then removed another piece of ice and grabbed what was left of the one in her belly button and slid them both over her nipples and down her tummy across her pussy lips.

When he heard her moan he slid first one then the other into her hot pussy. He held them there with his finger while he returned his mouth to her clit and licked her into an orgasm. Once she came her finger fucked her pussy feeling the ice melting. He slid his tongue over her clit and replaced his finger with his tongue. He tongue fucked her and lapped up all her juices from her asshole to her pussy. He slid a finger into her ass and another into her drenched pussy making her moan louder than before. 

They had never experimented with anal, but he was planning on it tonight. He placed another finger into her tight, wet, slit. He kept finger fucking her ass and pussy as hard as he could. He grabbed another ice cube and pushed it ever so gently into her ass. He licked her clit while finger fucking her towards another orgasm. Just before she came he stopped and grabbed another item from the chest. He placed it on her asshole and turned it on. It was a golden egg that vibrated unmercifully. She had never felt anything like it before. He shoved 2 fingers back into her pussy and began slowly licking her clit again, making sure not to let her come but to bring her close to an orgasm. 

Right when she was ready to peak he shoved the egg inside her ass and turned the vibrations all the way up. She was unaware of the slight pain she felt due to the orgasm building within her. He shoved another finger in her pussy and finger fucked her almost violently. She thrashed as much as her restraints would allow and screamed with pleasure. Still he did not let her reach her highest peak. He reached over to the night stand and grabbed a glass of wine that had been sitting there all night and slowly poured it over her clit as he lapped it up. He made her come once more. He then placed his cock in her mouth and poured wine over his shaft for her to suck and lick off. She finally had enough and just sucked his cock down her throat .She sucked his fat cock like there was no tomorrow. He kept shoving it deeper down her throat gagging her. He would pinch and twist her nipples every time she gagged. He couldn't hold back any longer, so he blew his load down her throat, making her swallow every drop.

He grabbed a dildo from the chest and went back to work on her pussy. The dildo was at least an inch longer and 2 inches wider than his cock. He played with her opening until he was able to slide it into her pussy making her gasp. He licked her clit and all around the dildo in her pussy driving her crazy. He was getting hard again and decided it was time to remove the golden egg. Once removed he placed it on her clit and pushed his cock into her tight ass while she was in the middle of the strongest orgasm she had ever had. He pounded her with his fat cock and the fat dildo and leaned over to bite her nipples, and kiss her mouth. She tasted of strawberries and he tasted of pussy. He came in her ass and slowly pulled his cock out. He placed the egg back inside her ass, and began untying her. He left the room once more and brought back a real box of chocolates, a dozen roses, and the biggest puppy shaped balloon he could find. He kissed her on breasts, her neck, and her lips and simply said, "Happy Valentine's Day".

He knew next year he had to top this one, and he was already working on the perfect plan.



A Valentines Day Treat to Remember



Cheryl and Dave were a regular married couple. Life kept them pretty busy and their sex life, although once great, had become like the rest of their lives full of routine. Although this didn't bother Cheryl she was very aware that it was a big problem for her husband Dave. 

With Valentines Day lurking Cheryl decided it was time to treat her husband, after almost 10 years of marriage chocolates, cards and underwear had become the standard presents on Valentines Day. This day however she decided that she would treat him to something extra special. She began to plan his surprise a month before the special day. This story explains what happened the Valentines day that Dave would never forget.

The alarm sounded at 6:30am as usual, Cheryl and Dave rubbed the sleep from their eyes and exchanged the usual cards and presents. After a short hug they got out of bed and went about getting ready for work. Dave was disappointed; he thought they may have made love before work as it was Valentines Day. They both left the house at the usual time, however unlike a normal day Cheryl drove off in the direction of her office but once she was sure the coast was clear she headed back home. She had other things planned for the day.

She started by getting her hair cut and re-styled then followed that with a manicure, pedicure and full body massage. Once she felt fully pampered she went home to begin the final stages of her plan. She went to their bedroom and began to set the scene with lots of candles and soft pillows. She drew the curtains and made sure the room was as warm and comfortable as possible. Then she reached below the bed and pulled out a large plain brown box. A delivery that she'd claimed was for a neighbour when she accepted it two Saturday's ago. 

The lid of the box was lifted to reveal a veritable treasure trove of sex toys and lubrications along with a naughty nurse's uniform complete with very high red patent shoes, far higher than her normal shoes, and a pair of white hold up stockings. Cheryl felt a twinge in her cunt as she looked at the box full of items she had ordered almost a month earlier. She ran a bath to ensure that her body felt clean and smooth before Dave arrived home. In the bath she decided to give Dave one additional surprise. She grabbed the razor and shaving foam and shaved her pussy until there was just a small strip of hair covering the front. She ran her hands over her now bald, smooth cunt and was surprised at how good it felt. She slipped a finger inside herself and felt how wet she had become at the thought of Dave's cock hardening at all of these surprises. She began to rub her clit and enjoyed the new sensation of her baldness. She decided that one orgasm before Dave arrived home would probably be a good idea so that she wasn't too desperate to get straight onto sex. Grabbing the slim bottle of shampoo she began to masturbate until she came so hard that the shampoo bottle was pushed out of her. She lay there enjoying the first full body orgasm she'd had in a long time. 

Once out of the bath Cheryl began to towel herself dry and apply moisturiser to her smooth body. She then applied some of Dave's favourite perfume and began to dress. She realised she now had only 20 minutes before Dave's key unlocked the front door. She pulled on the white crotchless knickers and hold up stockings and then put on the tight short white nurse's uniform. She checked her new hairstyle and put on the nurses cap. Finally she put on the red patent shoes; she stood and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled as she imagined Dave's eyes when he saw her looking like a stripper. She then lay out the various dildo's, vibrators and lubes onto the bed. As she walked around the room lighting the candles she wobbled as the heels were the highest she had ever worn yet they made her legs look magnificent and tightened her ass cheeks.

Cheryl heard Dave put his key in the front door; she quickly scanned the room to ensure everything was perfect. "Dave, can you come here a minute I think you need to take a look at this" she shouted down the stairs. She then lay on the bed on her side with one leg bent revealing as much of her new outfit and shoes as she could. She heard Dave grown as he climbed the stairs. As he opened the bedroom door Cheryl watched as his expression changed from downtrodden to surprise and then lust. He went to speak but decided against it and just stood their enjoying the sight of his wife dressed up for him, he hadn't even noticed the toys. 

Cheryl stood up, she was taller than Dave without the heels so with them his eyes came face to face with her breasts as they strained against the material of the uniform. She leant over and whispered in his ear that he should strip now. He didn't need to be told twice. Once he was naked Cheryl smiled as she saw how large his cock had become. She knelt down in front of him and began to suck hungrily at his cock. Dave's knees weakened as he struggled to take in the change in his wife and the change to what he thought would be a boring evening in front of the TV. He looked down and could see his wife's mouth taking great pleasure in sucking his cock, her hair looked glossy, his eyes continued down her body and he saw her ass peeping out from the bottom of her nurse's uniform, he then saw the back and the heels of her red shoes. The combination of all of this almost made him cum immediately. He looked around the room and noticed there were candles burning and not the usual washing piles, he then noticed the sex toys lined up on the bed. 

Dave enjoyed the sight and sounds of his wife giving one of the most amazing blow jobs he'd ever had and decided he had to move or he'd fill her mouth with cum; although this wouldn't normally have bothered him he wanted tonight to last. He slowly pulled Cheryl to a standing position and kissed her deeply. He asked if he could lightly tie her hands to the bed and enjoy filling her cunt and ass with toys. She agreed stating that whatever he wanted tonight was fine with her as she was horny for him, to ensure he understood she guided his hand between her legs and he felt her dripping pussy. He gasped; he couldn't remember the last time she had been that wet. 

Cheryl lay down on the bed and raised her hands above her head. Dave then lightly tied her wrists to the bedposts and ran his hands down his wife's body. As his hands reached her pussy he smiled and said that he liked the smooth look and would enjoy penetrating her with toys even more as he would be able to see everything. This seemed to turn Cheryl on even more. She wriggled slightly to indicate to Dave that she was pleased as it was a turn on for her as well. Dave ran his hands down his wife's long legs and parted them. He then selected a large dildo and a small vibrator, he began to insert the dildo and was surprised how easily it slipped inside of her, she really was wet. The dildo completely filled her but glided in with ease. He began to gently fuck her with the dildo and began to circle her clit with the vibrator. Cheryl began to thrust towards the dildo and Dave understood she wanted him to fuck her harder. He was amazed at how open she was being, she hadn't been like this for over 8 years. It was a real turn on. He began thrusting the dildo into his wife's cunt enjoying seeing her clit and pussy lips engorge and swell with excitement whilst glistening with her juices. Suddenly she began to cum; Dave had to squeeze his cock hard to stop him from cumming too. The sight of his wife's shaved pussy squeezing and contracting around the huge dildo was almost too much for him. He slowed down his pace on the movement of the dildo and let his wife enjoy the huge orgasm that had overtaken her body. He slowly released the toy from her cunt's wet grip and smiled as he saw her juices leave her cunt and dribble over her ass. 

He lifted her legs to his shoulders and removed her knickers with a swift tear, he then began to rub her juices into her freshly shaven pussy and her ass. Cheryl and Dave had experimented with ass play many years ago but when routine set in it was the first area of their sex life to slip away. She tilted her hips towards him indicating that she was happy for him to proceed. He wanted to part her ass cheeks and plunge his cock into her immediately but knew that that would end the evening in no time at all. He reached over for the lube, although her cunt was dripping he wanted to ensure she was fully ready for her first anal play in years. He began with just one finger gently probing with lube, once he was sure she was ready he inserted another and another until she had four fingers fucking her ass. The sight was amazing; he could see her open inviting cunt begin to twitch. Dave reached over and grabbed one of the slimmer dildos and replaced his fingers with the dildo. He then began to fuck her cunt with the larger dildo and was surprised at how much the sight of his wife being filled with toys turned him on. 

He removed the dildo from her cunt and began to rub the opening of her pussy with his cock; he felt almost ready to burst but wanted to enjoy the sensation of his wife's cunt while her ass was filled with a toy. She groaned with pleasure as he entered her, he reached back between her legs and began to rub around the entrance to her cunt; he felt huge inside of her and decided he wanted to see her soaking pussy enveloping her. Dave sat up and once again placed Cheryl's ankles onto his shoulder, from this position he could fuck her ass with the dildo, enjoy the sight of his wife in uniform and his cock in her pussy, he could also see her feet and how good they looked in the tarty shoes. He closed he eyes so he wouldn't come immediately and began to bang his cock into her cunt. He heard a zip moving and knew that she had undone the uniform enough to expose her firm breasts, he increased the pace at which he delved deep inside of her. He felt her cunt moisten even more and could feel her juices spilling onto his balls. He then felt her cunt tighten as she sat up slightly and reached around he felt her hand brush past his balls. He thought she was going to caress his balls which would tip him over the edge, he went to say no and he felt the dildo from her ass moving. He assumed she could take no more then just as he went to say something he felt her pussy tighten around him even more, he realised that she had opened her own ass and inserted the large dildo in place of the smaller thinner one. The new sensations this produced were immense, this combined with the knowledge that Cheryl had inserted a dildo into her own ass sent him over the edge. He felt his cock jerk and twitch and began to fill her cunt with hot cum, the sensation also tipped Cheryl over the edge and her whole body began to convulse with another orgasm. As Dave opened his eyes he saw a sight that wouldn't leave his brain for a long time, his hot wife laying in the final throes of an orgasm, dressed in a nurses uniform with a huge dildo inserted into her ass and his cock filling her cunt. He closed his eyes to ensure that the image was saved to his memory. He then lay down next to his wife and thanked her for the best Valentines Day so far. 

The next day as she packed away the toys and outfit from the previous night Cheryl smiled and decided not to put the toys back under the bed hidden for another 10 years but to leave them in easy reach. Who knows maybe great sex would stay high on their agenda's after last night.



A Valentine's Day Tryst



This is my entry for Valentine's Day contest. It contains incest, BDSM and forced submission. If this is not your taste, move on! There are many other excellent stories to read.

Your votes and comments are kindly solicited.

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"My ass! Gawddamit! Stick it in my ass!"

Her ass moved like waves on a sea of brown chocolate with each thrust. It receded when I pulled back only to crash forward again is I thrust hard into her large jiggly ass. The white froth of her juices coated my cock as I repeatedly pounded her creaming mature pussy. I leaned to the side and watched her tits bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts. I did not want to pull out. This was the best piece of ass I had in my 18 years.

"Fuck! Your pussy feels so good I don't want to pull out!"

"You big dick motherfucker! Do as I say!"

"Yes, Aunty Vicki!"

I grabbed the lube from my nightstand and squirted it on Aunt Vicki's ass and my cock. It mixed with the white froth coating her pussy. I eased my index finger in her anus to spread the lube. She hissed lewdly, rotating her large ass in sensuous circles.

This was all new. Auntie was opening new sexual vistas for me. I positioned my cock, glistening with lube and her pussy juices, at her winking starfish and pushed in. Unfortunately, this was my first anal. Instead of a gradual entry, letting auntie get accustomed to my tool, I slid in to the hilt. My balls slapped against her ass.

"Oh Fuck! Fuck! Easy you motherfucker! You're going to tear me apart!"

Aunt Vickie screamed and dropped to her belly. I followed her down, my cock still buried in her most private of places. Her anus was unbelievably tight.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Vicki!"

"Just shut up you big dick motherfucker and do like I told you."

Auntie pushed up on her hands and knees taking me with her. I gripped her hips as she thrust back hard against me. Her guttural mewls and grunts were surprisingly arousing.

"That's it, baby! Fuck auntie! Make her holler!"

I drew my hand back above my head. For the briefest moment, I hesitated. Like anal sex, this was also new. Nevertheless, Auntie told me to do it. I brought it down hard on her plump behind. She yelped and pushed back hard. My palm stung. I brought the other hand up high above my head and brought it down hard on her other ass cheek. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the tight confines of my small bedroom.

"Shut up and move your ass, you fat ass bitch!"

I almost giggled as I said it. It sounded ridiculous. However, auntie said she needed a man to take charge, to use her, to make her behave like a $2 whore. She said abusive language was part of the surrender.

"You bastard! You asshole! Mr. Good Dick! Take my ass!"

Her use of profanity and lewd sexual language was exciting. I wondered if all mature women were like her.

"You tramp! Say you love my dick in your fat ass."

"Jesus! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Her voice was heavily slurred. The combination of too much alcohol and a potent Indian drink called bhang had suppressed all inhibitions. I knew from bit and pieces of conversation that auntie enjoyed her sex. What I did not know was that one day I would fuck this uninhibited vixen.

"Say it!"

"Oh Sweet Lord! I love your dick in my ass! I love! I love it!"

The staccato sound of flesh slapping flesh resounded through the room.

It was early Valentine's Day morning. As the sun rose through the street facing window, I could see the thick blanket of snow covering the ground. The snowstorm was as predicted.

The previous night, my parents, Cora and Deshaun Beavanaex and my aunt, Vicki Crump, attended the lavish St. Valentine's Day dance at Aunt Vicki's country club. Like the other dances at the venue, it catered to the idle rich. The drinks were free and flowed like water through a broken dam.

We were by no means rich. My father is an IT specialist and mom has never worked. However, Aunt Vicki was married to a doctor. The country club membership was one of the status symbols she indulged in. That and the midnight blue BMW 750i sitting in our driveway.

However, this year was different. The national weather service predicted a major snowstorm to hit our area. Our town instituted their emergency weather plan. Days off were cancelled for all first responders and the hospitals were put on emergency stand by. Uncle Adam is an ER physician and had to work. That and a set of unlikely circumstances led to me fucking Aunt Vicki. Perhaps I should back up

My name is Jordan Beavanaex. This is about how I went from designated driver to designated fucker.

There was an unreality to this scene. Aunt Vicki was always there as I grew up. She was the loud obvious woman with the big ass and tits. Somewhere in my early teens, she moved from my fat aunt to my voluptuous sexual fantasy.

Now here I was, my cock buried to the hilt in her curvy ass, both hands stinging as I pummeled that same ass. Her screams of lust were at once startling and satisfying. I was fucking a mature woman and she loved it. I was realizing a lifelong fantasy.

I did feel guilty about fucking Uncle Adam's wife. He should have been where I was. Aunt Vicki planned a night of no holds barred sex after the St Valentine's Day dance. He was always nice to me, if a little distant. His gifts were always the most extravagant. His demeanor toward my family was solicitous. As I got older, I decided his solicitude was actually patronizing.

Since Uncle Adam is a doctor, he is usually the designated driver when they go out. Even when he is not on duty, he is on call. However, the storm cancelled his time off. Aunt Vicki was pissed.

"Yes, Cora! I knew marrying a doctor had its challenges. But I look forward to this night. I can let my hair down and get a little crazy."

"Vicki, if that dress is any indication, you were going to get more than a little crazy! Besides, there will be other nights." Mom sounded amused at her older sister as she surveyed her very revealing dress.

"Fuck other nights. Adam has been working like one of them Hebrew slaves in the bible. Tonight I wanted a little me time." She sensuously ran her open palms over her hips. Then she drew one back and slapped her ass. "Actually, I wanted a LOT of me time!"

Aunt Vicki, at 48, is what one would definitely call voluptuous. I am just over 6' and tip the scale at around 200 pounds. Aunt Vicki is about 5'7" and probably matches me pound for pound. She is a big woman. What the boys on the block call thick. Her tummy was soft and rounded but most of that thickness was in her ass and breasts. Her thighs and calves were large but firm.

She wore a red lace long sleeved dress with a scalloped hem and a high cut neck. Under the see thru mesh she wore a red camisole with attached garters. Flame red 5 inch CFM heels with satiny red stockings completed auntie's Valentine's Day outfit. Imagine a full chested Rubens model then add 30 pounds and you have Aunt Vicki.

My 45 year old mom wore a red side wrap dress with a deep vee wired neckline and spaghetti straps. The wrap extended down partially covering one leg to just above the ankle while leaving the other uncovered to the middle of her full firm thigh. It was a long version of one of those Dorothy Lamour sarongs in the old movies. In keeping with the Valentine's Day theme of the party, she wore red zebra striped stockings with matching red zebra striped mules. She looked hot. It showed off her full firm legs. The vee neckline displayed a startling amount of her lush cleavage. Mom is not a big woman but like most African American women, she has a full bubble butt and large breasts. Again, imagine a Rubens model sans 30 pounds but about 36C.

Both mom and Aunt Vicki had caramel colored skin and grey eyes, reflecting our Creole heritage. Their eyes were almond shaped with a slight oriental tilt set in an oval face. An aquiline nose set above full and sensual lips. They both were MILFs. There just was more of Aunt Vicki.

She was a brassy woman, loud and profane. Mom often said with her sister, whatever came up, came out. Once, I overheard them discussing their sex lives.

***

"Yeah the quality is okay, Cora. I mean when we fuck I get a good ride. But sometimes I want quantity. I just want to be fucked senseless."

Mom laughed. "Girl, I know what you mean! I tell Deshaun sometimes he should tie me to the bed and use me like a $2 whore. Hell! I told him once to blindfold me and bring in a few friends"

"Chile, I know what you mean! Just pound you into the mattress. What did he say?"

"He says he got too much respect for me to treat me like!"

"Respect hell! He can respect you afterwards!"

I slipped out the patio door. Their loud guffaws ringing in my ears. Overhearing that conversation forever altered my view of my Aunt and mother. They were no longer just my sexy aunt and mom. They were both sexual animals with large libidos. And mom was a sub!

***

From that moment my aunt and my mom moved from sexy women to women I fantasized having sex with. Some of my buddies talked about stealing their mom's panties and masturbating with them. I never did that. I would "borrow" her used panties from the dirty clothes hamper. I would place them over my head and masturbate to the mind-altering aroma of my mother's pussy. When I came, it was a geyser, shooting high in the air and splattering back on my chest.

"Besides, tonight he promised to do it like I like to do it. We were going to get down, dirty and nasty. You know what that means."

Mom shot a quick glance at me.

"Uhh! Vicki! We don't need to go into detail about your...proclivities...when you drink. Especially with my son here!"

"Look, I'm 18! In most of the country, that makes me an adult. However, I can leave the room, if you want."

"No, that's okay, Jordan," dad said standing up from his easy chair. He matched me in height. However, the spare tire around his middle added thirty pounds and gave him a rotund look. Mom called him her black teddy bear. Like me, dad was so dark that his skin had a bluish hue reflecting the African strain in his side of the family's low country gitchie heritage. . He was wearing a rented white tuxedo with red lapels and red piping on the pant leg. His shirt was blood red with ruffles framing the buttons.

"Deshaun, you'll just have to be the designated driver."

"Hey! Why put that on me, Cora! I look forward to this party also!"

At that point, as if on cue, their eyes turned to me.

"Son, you aren't doing anything tonight. Why don't you drive us?"

"Great idea," mom chortled, "and then we can all enjoy the party."

"Mom, Dad, just because I am...between girlfriends...doesn't mean I want to spend Saturday night at a dull grown up party."

I had just broken up with my girlfriend. I was still trying to sort out why. It seemed to be going great. We even circled the bases a few times. Then she asked that we just be friends. She said she was always sore after we had sex and she just did not want to do it with me anymore.

"Great idea, Deshaun," Aunt Vicki exclaimed, "And Jordan you don't have to stay. You can drop us off and pick us up when we call."

I will not bore you with my pleadings in a losing argument. I ferried them across town in Aunt Vickie's luxury sedan. I did mention Uncle Adam was a doctor, didn't I? The storm began as we moved across town. What was normally a 20-minute drive took closer to thirty due to the blowing snow.

On the drive home, I called my buddy Manny Patel using the hands free calling feature. I invited him by to play video games with me.

"Hey dude! No way! We are supposed to get snow up the ass out here! Besides, my dad and mom are at that big Valentine's Day thing at the country club and I'm stuck babysitting my little sister."

"Yeah I here ya! I guess I'll do some of that bhang you gave me and watch porn."

"Dude! Be careful! That shit can knock you on your ass. And with some people it makes them uncontrollably horny. You don't want to rub your dhong raw!" He snorted that irritating horse like hee haw laugh of his.

"What's in that stuff anyway?"

"It's steam extracted liquid marijuana blended into fermented honey. Fermenting the honey kicks the alcohol content up to about 60 proof. It's like an Indian liqueur. But it's used in medicines, cooking and even some religious rituals."

"Religious rituals?"

"Yeah! My grandfather says straight it has mind-altering properties, almost like an aphrodisiac. I don't know about that shit. But it's a good high and it makes the chicks legs pop open." Again his irritating laugh.

I hung up and resigned myself to a night alone. By the time I got home, the storm was raging. I parked the car in the driveway and entered the garage by the side door. Once inside, I used dad's stepladder to retrieve my bhang stash from a rafter in the open beam ceiling. I got a coke from the refrigerator in the garage, took a big gulp and refilled it with bhang.

I returned the bhang to its hiding place, went back to my room and fired up my laptop. For me, one of the side effects of bhang was it took me longer to cum. But when I did, it was like turning on a fire hose.

My cell rang around 11:30. It was dad. His voice was heavily slurred.

"Jossun, we're ready. Come get us"

"Okay dad! But it's going to take me a bit. It's snowing pretty good."

It took 40 minutes to make the drive. As I pulled under the canopy of the country club, the three of them were standing just inside the double glass door. Mom and Aunt Vicki were on Dad's arms. It was a perfect case of the blind leading the blind as they staggered toward the car.

"Gawddamit Vicki! You keep bumping your big ass hips into me and you gona knock us all down!"

"You juss leave my hips alone! My man likes them."

The doorman was White and in his 30's. He opened the front and rear doors. He eyed my mom's ass as she literally crawled across the rear seat, exposing her lush hips. Dad slipped in next to her. They were both giggling like teenagers.

When he helped Aunt Vicki into the front, I noticed he could not keep his eyes off her crotch. As she turned in the car seat, I saw why. Her dress had ridden up around her thighs. Before he closed the door, I could see the elastic tops of her satiny red stockings with the red garters.

She caught me staring at her thighs and winked. "That will give him something to think about when he jacks off tonight!"

"Vicki! You stop talking like that in front of my son." Mom leaned forward between us, placing her left hand on my shoulder. "Be careful, darling," mom slurred, "ish really bad out here"

"Yes ma'am"

As mom leaned on the back of my seat, in the rear view mirror, I could see dad sitting forward in the back seat run his hand under her dress. She looked over her shoulder at him and blew him a kiss.

"What was that shit the Patels had?" Auntie slouched down in the bucket seat with her legs crossed at the ankles and her knees spread, uncaring of the spectacle she presented. My cock grew down my pant leg.

"He shaid it was hang or bhang or some shit like that. Shome kinda Indian liqueur." Disturbingly, mom's warm breath blew by my ear causing my cock to twitch. The odor of stale alcohol mixed with Liz Taylor's Passion assaulted my senses.

"That shit is potent! I ain't been this fucked up in years."

"After all the alcohol we drank tonight, it was a nicesh way to end the evening."

"It waash nice of him to share it with us." Dad was barely comprehensible. He was not only having trouble talking, he could not keep his hands off mom. He kept stroking her ass. She giggled and sat back in the seat.

"Deshaun! You stop that! At least until we get home." Mom tittered like a schoolgirl.

About 10 minutes into the drive, I heard a slurping sound. In the rear view mirror, I could see my mother's head in my father's lap. His cock was in her mouth, her dress was around her waist and his hand was between her legs. Her eyes were closed. With her cheeks concaved, she looked more like a baby nursing a pacifier then a woman sucking a cock.

Dad's eyes were also closed. His head lay back against the headrest. I could see mom's stockings were thigh highs attached to a lace garter. Her luscious bare behind rotated slowly under dad's hand and she moaned loudly.

I knew they had an active sex life. My room was up the hall from theirs. Once or twice a week I could hear them going at it. Mom was a screamer. However, seeing them making out in the backseat took it to a new level. I recalled Manny Patel's warning about bhang.

As I cautiously negotiated the snow packed roads, I shot a quick glance at Aunt Vicki. It was almost as though she were in a coma. Her mouth was open, eyes closed and her head lolled to the side. Her red lace dress had ridden higher on her thighs. In the subdued ambient light, I could see the tops of her satiny stockings. I got a hard on imagining what I could not see. The distraction caused me briefly to lose control of the car. It fishtailed, the ABS kicked in and I quickly regained control. Aunt Vickie's eyes popped open. Her hand shot out and grabbed my thigh.

"What happened," she slurred.

"I skidded a little. But we are okay."

"You be careful now! Ish really bad out here."

Aunt Vicki turned in the seat, got on her knees so she could see into the back seat. Her dress was around her hips, revealing her large caramel chocolate ass framed by the satiny red garters. I suppressed the urge to lean over and kiss her succulent rear.

"Cora, you naughty girl," her voice was sing songy and leering. "Whatever are you doing back here?"

I shot a quick glance at the mirror. Mom raised her head. Dad's cock slid wetly, partially erect from her mouth. A thin filament of liquid followed her mouth, sagged and separated. It landed on her lower lip and chin. My cock fought to rip a hole through my jeans as she casually ran her tongue over her lips and smacked. Dad's cock lay wetly on the white tuxedo pants, staining them.

For the first time in my life, I saw my father's cock. Though a respectable size, he was smaller than me! Mom had a wicked grin on her face.

"Jossun! You keep your eyes on the road! Vicki, yoush just jealous."

"Maybe! But if you keep sucking Deshaun like that, you gona have to share again!"

Again? My mind reeled at the implications of their drunken repartee.

Mom struggled to a sitting position. I caught glimpses of black fur framed by her red stockings. She made an ineffectual attempt to pull her hem down. In the mirror, I could see a wet gleam on her lips and chin. Was it saliva or dad's cum? She wagged a finger in her sister's face. "You know that only happened a couple of times. Jordan! Keep your mind on the road."

The big sedan had drifted and bumped the curb. I yanked the wheel to the left. The ABS kicked in and the car recovered.

Was mom suggesting that she and Aunt Vicki had a 3some with my father?

"Wanna switch places? You sit up here with your son and I get in back with Deshaun?"

VICKI! You stop saying shit like that!" In the mirror I could see mom wore a lop sided grin. "Besidesh, he sleep."

Aunt Vicki turned back in the seat. I heard the rustling of clothes in the back seat then the soft sound of snoring. Auntie put her left hand back on my thigh. For a few moments, she stared out the windshield at the driving snow. I could see the straps of her garter and the clips attached to her stockings. In the flashes of light as we passed under streetlights and the dim glow of the BMW's ambient lighting, I could see the full curve of her bare hips.

My eyes were on a swivel. I would look down trying to catch glimpses of her pussy. Then quickly look up as I negotiated the snow-covered road. Auntie would doze, her head dropping to her chest. Then she would wake up, look around bleary eyed and repeat the cycle.




A Valentine's Day Tryst



"Fucking dizzy," she mumbled.

"Just relax, Auntie. We'll be home in a little bit."

She tried to reposition herself further up the seat. In the process, her hand, still resting on my thigh, slid up, covering my dick.

"Whush this here? Boy you got a hard on! And a nice one at that!"

"Auntie I...!"

"Donsh you worry about it! Mo'sh natural thing in the world. I wish your uncle got hard more often!"

Auntie's hand flexed several times on my hardening cock through my jeans.

"Nice sizesh too! You know, before they put thesh fuckin' consoles in the way, a girl could lean over and show a fellow how much she appreciated him."

She began massaging my cock through my jeans, running her hand up and down my length and gently squeezing.

"Aunt Vicki! You should stop!"

"You know, I used to suck my dates off instead of giving them a good night kiss. Any of your girlfriends ever give you road head?"

She giggled then seemed to doze off again. Her hand still rested on my cock. The roads were now snow packed and slippery. The wind picked up, cutting visibility. I gripped the wheel tightly with both hands.

Auntie turned on her side facing the back of the bucket seat. She slumped down with her head resting on the console and her legs extended on the seat behind her. Her dress was now above her hips. I could see a lacy red garter extending down from the camisole holding up the red satiny stockings. I could see the full curve of her bare mature ass. Even drunk and sleep she looked incredible. Uncle Adam missed a real treat. It seemed the bhang released whatever inhibitions auntie had left.

A phrase from her conversation with mom crept back into my head. 'Pound me into the mattress'! Jesus! I wish I could!

The car fishtailed again. Aunty woke up. She turned slightly and looked over me at the storm raging outside the driver's side window.

"Nasty fuckin' night!" A slow lopsided smile played across her lips. "I had something special planned for Adam tonight. I was going to slip one of his blue pills in his drink."

"Aunty, you shouldn't be telling me all of this."

"Why not? You said you was an adult. Adults talk about sex. You know what else I did?"

"No Auntie," I sighed.

Resigned to hearing her rambling, I concentrated on keeping the car on the road.

She struggled and turned around so she was sitting in the seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hike her dress up around her waist. Then she reached over and turned the dim ambient lighting up.

A stoplight turned red. I gradually braked the big automobile to a stop. I release the steering wheel and flexed my fingers. Between the horrific driving conditions and auntie's sexy drunken rambling, I was tense.

I looked down. Aunt Vicki pulled her camisole to the side exposing her nether regions. Just above her pussy, her pubic hair was shaved in the shape of a heart and dyed red! I stared opened mouth. My cock jumped and twitched agonizingly in my tight jeans.

"Dish is whush your Uncle Adam missed." She ran her fingers through her cleft, across her pubic hair and back again. A thin line of wet extended from her pussy to her finger. It sagged and broke. There was a wet gleam to her cleanly shaven lips. I gulped hard.

"Ish soft too! Wanna feel?" with no further preamble, she grabbed my right hand and yanked it between her legs. She used both of her hands to hold mine in her moist warm inner sanctum. She squeezed her large thighs together trapping my hand there. I could feel the wetness of her cunt dribbling over my fingers.

"Auntie please stop! I...I...have to drive."

"Thish is what I had for your fucking mister emergency room doctor uncle!"

Her hips thrust forward. She pressed my index finger into her cleft. For an agonizingly brief moment, auntie fucked my finger. She groaned, her eyes at half mast. Her hips thrust up and back several times. Then she stopped. Her head dropped to her chest. She seemed to be passed out.

My jeans were a prison, pinning my cock between them and my thigh. I could feel the roughness of the denim material scratching my sensitive dickhead. I felt a warm wetness where copious amounts of precum leaked out onto my thigh.

"Lightsh changed."

"What?"

"Lightsh changed." Her arm pointed limply out the windshield at the green light barely visible threw the driving snow. She opened her thighs and I withdrew my hand. Her slick glistening juices coated it. Gripping the wheel with my left hand and my right hanging limply in the air, I eased the big sedan forward. The back wheels slipped a little then grabbed.

"Roadsh bad. You need to use both hands."

I held my wet right hand up with the fingers extended.

"I...uh....I need something to...!"

"Why don't you just lick 'em clean?"

I shot a quick look at her leering face then down at her still open legs. Her pussy looked wetter. I could see a small half moon of wetness between her legs on the leather seat.

I ached to taste her. Though cooling on my hands, her juices still felt like hot lava.

"You scared, ain't you? You scared to taste a real woman."

Auntie leered. She reached out, grasped my right hand, took a finger in her mouth and sucked it. All the time she stared at me. Then she slowly took my finger from her mouth and pushed my other finger toward me.

"Lick it!"

I pulled my hand, held by hers to my mouth and licked my fingers. The taste was intoxicating. There was a musky sweetness to it.

Auntie pulled my hand back to her. Her tongue was almost prehensile, wrapping around each of my fingers. She moaned softly. She released my hand and lay back in the bucket seat.

"Gawd! I love that taste! You ever eat pussy, Jordan?"

"Uh...yes ma'am."

"Did it taste as good as mine?"

"Uh...yes ma'am. I mean...no ma'am. I mean...!

Auntie patted my thigh. "Sharight! Pussy is like beer, an acquired taste. Lord, knows I love the taste!"

"Jordan!" I jumped at the sound of my father's voice.

"How far are we from home?"

"Uh, about 10 minutes at this speed, dad. It's really nasty tonight."

"I don't feel so good."

"Deshaun! Don't you dare get sick in my car!"

"I'm alright," dad mumbled.

"you better be," auntie cackled, "Cora got plans for you!"

I turned on to the long street leading to our house. Visibility was close to zero. I was driving straddling the center line.

Auntie's head bobbed to her large chest as she fought sleep. Her legs were still spread. Her hand rested on her pussy, gently stroking it. The blower on the heater wafted a fragrant muskiness around the front seat.

"I like to be fucked in the ass too. Once, years ago, I was actually airtight. You know what that is, Jossun?"

"Ah! No Aunty."

She reached over and grasped my cock. "It means you got a cock in your mouth, pussy and ass at the same time."

The BMW fishtailed dangerously as I turned my head to look at my aunt in disbelieve.

"Whoa tiger! Donsh put us in the ditch. Nights like these are good for fucking" She paused and pushed herself up, her arms supporting her upper body. "Cause ain't no such thing as a bad night for fuckin""

She reached out with one hand and grasped my cock.

"Aunty! I need to concentrate on my driving. And....mom and dad are in back."

"Don't worry! They both passed out again. They out for the count. They snoring so loud they can't hear us anyway."

She turned, getting on her knees in the seat. She reached over and fumbled with my zipper.

"Aunt Vicki please! I have to concentrate on my driving."

"You do that! I got sumthun' else I want to concentrate on. Let your seat back."

"Aunt Vicki I...!

"Do it motherfucker!" Her raspy voice carried all the authority of an adult order a child.

I bristled but reached down, hit the button and let my seat back. I was in that nether world of the 18 year old. I felt like I was an adult while the adults still treated me like a child.

Aunt Vicki turned in the seat and got on her knees. In the diffused glow of the ambient lighting, I could see a gleam of wetness on her thighs. She fumbled with my belt buckle. Finally, she got it open and unzipped my pants. I saw her lick her lips as she reached in my jockeys and pulled my tool out.

"Boy, this fucker could wreck a pussy! Your girlfriends handle all of this?"

I...uhh!"

She leaned over the console forcing her head between the steering wheel and my abdomen. She licked the head of my cock.

"Take a woman to handle a cock like this. How big is it?"

"uhh...I don't know!"

She ran her tongue around the head sending little thrills through my body.

"Muthafucka got to be 8 inches. Hell! My fingers just barely meet around it."

She stroked it hard a couple of times and then took the head in her mouth. The moment was surreal. I could hear my parents snoring in the backseat. The storm was approaching near whiteout conditions. And my drunk aunt was sucking my dick. She got about half of it in. I could feel it touch the back of her throat. She bobbed a few times and the car skidded. She raised up and stared bleary eyed out of the windshield.

"Don't have no accident," she giggled, "Yo momma would give me hell if she woke up and I had your dick in my mouth."

"Uh, aunty! Our house is just down the block."

"You close to cumming yet, boy?"

"No ma'am."

In fact, I had not cum all night. The bhang let me get right to the edge but I could not get over the top. It was an exquisite torture. I knew when I did cum it would be a gusher.

"Boy, you don't call no woman who just sucked your dick "ma'am"! Bitch maybe! Or Ho! Your uncle likes to call me his fat ass slut! But you never say "ma'am!"

"Yes...M! Uh Aunty."

As I turned into our driveway, she stuffed my cock back in my jeans and zipped them up. She turned in the seat just as the garage door went up and the light came on. Her thighs were wet with her juices. They gleamed as the fragrant liquid dripped on to the expensive leather. Just before she shook my parents awake, she turned to me.

"My...proclivity... as your conservative mom likes to call it is I like to fuck when I drink. Once I got high and took on the whole basketball team. I left them with their tongues hanging out. Wake up you two!"

It was like a Keystone Kop's scene as the three of them stumbled out of the car. Like most driveways, ours had a slight slope to allow drainage away from the house. I stepped out on the driver's side. I alternately balanced myself on the side and hood of the car as I made my way around to the passenger side.

Mom exited the sedan before I got to her. She attempted to stand, lost her balance, windmilled her arms frantically and fell on her ass. She landed with a muffled plop in the inches deep snow, her legs flying in the air.

I saw my mother's pussy. Large butterfly lips extended out from her neatly trimmed muff. My dick jerked in my pants and I almost came. Her pussy was beautiful.

"Deshaun! Help me up, baby!"

Dad balanced with one hand on the side of the car. He nodded at mom, took two steps toward her, repeated her windmill performance and landed next to her. Despite the cold and blowing snow, they all started giggling like idiots. Aunt Vicki was balancing herself on the car with one hand and holding her belly with the other.

"Son, help your mother up!"

Carefully, I stepped over and straddled mom's legs. Her feet were flat on the snow covered driveway with her knees bent and her dress up around her waist. For the briefest of moments, I thought mom looked at me and smiled.

She extended her open arms above her and beckoned with both hands.

"My ass is getting cold, baby! Hurry up!"

I snapped out of my trance. I bent my knees and placed my arms under her armpits. Mom wrapped her arms around my neck. I was acutely aware of her breasts pressing against my arms as I lifted her to her knees.

"Wait baby, wait! Let me catch my breath." Her hands slid down around my thighs.

The side of her face was lying on my still hard cock. Wisps of mist floated from her mouth as she inhaled deeply, exhausted by her exertions. Flecks of snow landed on her face and melted, spotting her face. I had a fantastical moment where I imagined it was perspiration caused by her writhing under me. I imagined my cock penetrating and separating those butterfly lips.

"Cora, you can't just can kneel here in the shnow! Get up!"

With that dad sat up in the snow. He began pushing up on mom's bare ass. Mom turned her head and slid up my body. Her arms slid slowly over my ass, then up my back, finally wrapping around my neck. I felt her lips slide up the bulge in my jeans as I got her to her feet. She fell against me. For the briefest moment, I thought she ground her hips into my still hard cock.

"Well don't just stand there! Give me a hand!"

Mom's hand slid across my chest as she carefully moved aside.

"Sorry dad!"

I managed to get dad to his feet. He duck waddled to mom and grasped her around the waist. He and mom leaned against each other as they did the drunkards walk up the slippery driveway.

"Get your ass over here and help me."

I was so entranced with watching dad's hand caressing my mom's ass, I forgot about Aunt Vicki. I carefully stepped over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I saw you staring at your mom's pussy," she slurred breathily in my ear.

"Auntie I...!"

"Donsh worry, Jossun! Mosh natural thing in the world for a young man to do."

She and I did a slow slip and slide up the driveway. I was on sexual overload. In the course of an hour's drive, I glimpsed mom sucking off dad, got head from my aunt, fingered her snatch and I saw my mom's pussy. I desperately needed to get to the privacy of my room to relieve the pressure.

My left hand slide up and cupped Aunt Vicki's huge tit. She glanced at me and winked. I squeezed it. Auntie slipped and my grasp of her breasts tightened. She moaned and turned to stare at me. An odd smiled played across her lips. I tightened my grasp of her tit, squeezing it hard. Her eyes closed, she shivered and she lay her head on my shoulder.

Mom and dad were leaning against the railing that separated the concrete steps leading down into the Media Room from the attached garage. He had her dress up around her waist. His hands were cupping her bare ass. They were sharing a long sloppy kiss. Mom's hands gripped dad's ass, reflexively squeezing and releasing.

"Y'all cut that shit out or cut me in! Cora, you talk about me wanting to fuck when I drink, you and Deshaun gone do it right here in the garage with me and your son watching."

Dad staggered back, looking embarrassed. Mom giggled and made a halfhearted attempt to pull her dress down. Finally, she gave up.

"Jordan, get the door! Vicki, you slut! Don't you be talking like that in front of my son."

"I'm a slut! I'm a slut," aunty screeched, "You da one got your hairy pussy on display and freaking in the garage."

"Ladies! Ladies! We have all had more than our share of liquor tonight. Let's get out of this cold ass garage and into a warm house. Jordan! Get the door!"

I squeezed pass mom and dad in the tight confines of the two car garage. I opened the Media Room door, entered the code on the security panel adjacent to the door. It chirped twice, indicating the alarm was off. Dad stumbled by me and into the bathroom directly across from the garage door. He slammed the bathroom door. Next sound we hear is him throwing up his guts.

"Well," mom said dejectedly, "so much for a happy ending to my night."

"At least your man is here! And you probably got your toys in your bedroom. Give me my keys, Jordan."

"Bitch! Don't you be talking about my toys, Whatever I got, it's my business. And you ain't driving in this weather! You drunk! You sleep in Jordan's room. Jordan, you sleep on the hideaway bed down here."

Auntie placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward. "Why I got to be a bitch?" Her voice softened. "But you probably right. Pull your dress down. Your son is getting an eyeful."

Mom stuck her tongue out at Aunty Vicki. She turned facing me and did a sensuous hip wiggle as she pulled her dress down. The entire time she held my eyes with hers.

The bathroom door flew open. My dad stumbled out looking like death with his drawn face and hollow eyes. The three of us watched as he waved his hand, mumbled something and stumbled up the stairs.

"Jordan, get what you need out of your room. Vicki, you can use one of my gowns. Now let me get up here and see to my man." She shot Aunt Vicki a quick look. "Cause he definitely won't be seeing to me!"

I watched the soft sway of mom's ass as she made her way upstairs. A phrase I heard my dad use once popped into my head; like two little boys wrestling under a blanket.

"You like your mom's ass?"

I had forgotten that Aunt Vicki was standing next to me.

"Uh! I...! Well, you see...!"

"It's a nice one, if you like them on the skinny side!"

"Mom's ass is not skinny!" My hand shot to my mouth in embarrassment.

Aunt Vicki turned and smiled. She stepped forward and threw her arms around my neck.

"Poor baby," she said breathily in a little girl's voice, "him been getting teased all night!"

She leaned forward and put her mouth over mine. Her tongue forced its way between my lips. I could feel her large breasts pressing against my chest. Her crotch was grinding against mine in small circles. I felt her tongue exploring my mouth, insistent against mine.

Unbidden, my hands slid down to her more than ample ass. I squeezed it hard, feeling the firmness through the soft silk of the dress. She groaned as I cupped her ass and pulled her tight against my hard cock. I fought back against her invading tongue, pressing it back into her mouth where my tongue became the aggressor.

I managed to grab the hem of her dress and slide it over her hips. I could feel her bare sweaty ass in my hands. I pulled her ass cheeks apart while squeezing them. I felt another liquid, more slippery than ordinary sweat, coating her thighs. Still mauling her lips, I squatted slightly and slipped one hand between her thighs. I pushed the crotch of the camisole aside and felt the swollen cleft of her pussy. I slipped a finger in it.

Aunty hissed. As we continued our kiss, she groaned into my mouth as she pumped her hips on my finger. She broke the kiss. Her arms still wrapped around my neck. She leaned back slightly, still pumping her hips on my finger. Myopically, she stared, her alcohol weakened eyes unable to focus. She groaned as I slid a second finger in her sodden hole.

"You gona fuck your old aunty, Jordan? You gona give her some of this young cock?"

I was not sure of what to say. I never had a woman ask me to fuck them. It usually just happened. . The answer was obvious. But I had never said it. My fingers made a sloshing sound in her pussy as I flicked them back and forth between her swollen pussy lips. Auntie's hips flexed forward, thrusting against my invading fingers.

"As hard and as long as you want, Aunty!"

She pushed away. My finger slipped wetly from her pussy. I glanced down at the incongruous hairy red heart above her sex. In her heels, her face was even with mine. The overpowering aroma of hot pussy and stale gin permeated the air.

"Boy, your momma would kill me!"

She turned and started up the stairs. Two steps up she slipped and fell forward. I took a step forward. Her ass was sweaty from her exertions.

"We gona fuck. But you better make it good! Cause when your momma find out, and she will find out, I'm going to the top of her shit list."

I shook my head and opened my mouth to swear secrecy. Aunty held up her hand, palm up fingers extended.

"Don't do like most men and swear to never tell. You gona tell someone. Y'all always do! As a matter of fact, If I'm such a lousy fuck that you don't want to talk about it, I'll be pissed!"




A Valentine's Day Tryst



***

So that's how I got here. Behind this large mature ass, my heart pounding like a thoroughbred in a stakes race, my cock a rigid bar of steel pounding Aunt Vicki's ass. I was working on my fourth nut of the night.

The first was in her mouth. We did it right on the steps leading up from the media room. Auntie had turned on the steps after she fell. Her dress was still around her waist. She reached up and unbuckled my jeans. She pulled them and my jockeys down around my ankles.

"Boy, there is an old song that fits this moment."

I looked at her quizzically.

"Gimmee that licking stick!"

Auntie was a pro. She inhaled my cock. I could feel her tongue lavishing caresses on it as the head bumped against the back of her mouth. She gagged and pulled back. She took me in her hand and stroked me while looking up in to my eyes.

"I want to feel this big motherfucker slide down my throat."

She took me back in her mouth. This time when I hit the back of her mouth, she pushed forward. I experienced the indescribable feeling of the head of my cock sliding down a woman's throat. She did something that few women since then and none before ever did. She hiccupped a few times, squeezing my cock in her throat. I came like Old Faithful. Instead of jets of steam and hot water shooting in the air, I fired my hot seed down auntie's throat and into her belly. I held her head tight as I pumped hard, emptying my balls.

I could see the excess cum streaming out of the corners of her mouth. It ran down her cheeks and dripped obscenely on her lace dress, staining it. Auntie pulled back, coughing explosively, spraying me and her with cum and saliva.

"Fuck Jordan! Fuck! I ain't never had nobody cum like that in my mouth. And you still hard!"

I am not sure what came over me then. Perhaps it was the pent up frustration of an hour's teasing in the car. Perhaps it was the residual effect of the bhang. I still don't know why. I knelt between my aunt's thighs right there on the steps. When she tried to stand up, I pushed her back.

"No Jordan! We mustn't! Your mom and dad are just upstairs."

I sneered at her. All night long she had been teasing me about sex, about fucking. When she struggled, I grab her arms and pinned the above head with one hand. With my other hand I ripped the crotch of her camisole open.

Auntie's eyes widened. "What you gona do? You just going to take you some pussy?"

I guided my tool into her opening and thrust hard. I watched auntie's eyes widen in shock as I entered her.

"Oh God! Dear fucking god, Jordan! Easy, baby easy! AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW SHHHHIIITTTT!!"

I thrust home and bottomed out. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time, Auntie! You prance around her talking shit and teasing me! Time to stop teasing!"

I began a slow in and out. My last girlfriend told me that the only way she could take me is if I did it real slow. Still holding auntie's arms above her head, I thrust strongly and deeply into her mature pussy. She looked at me wide eyed, her mouth open and drooling. Auntie was tight. Not as tight as my ex but still tight. I felt her pussy begin to flex and spasm around my invading cock.

Above us I could hear the creak of a bed. Faintly I could hear soft moans. It sounded like dad was not as drunk as we thought. As I fucked Aunt Vicki, I could hear mom and dad fucking above us. It was unreal!

"Fuck Jordan! FFFFUUUCCKK! Your...cock...your cock is filling...filling me completely."

I recalled what she told me in the car, what Uncle Adam called her.

"You fat ass bitch! Move your big ass!"

Auntie's mouth, still covered in my cum, widened in a lopsided grin.

"Oh, it's gona be that kinda of party, huh? I may be a fat ass bitch but you got a lot to learn before you tame a slut like me."

Auntie wrapped her big thighs around my back. Above me I could look through the kitchen and see the steps leading up to the bedrooms. If either of my parents came to the kitchen, the first thing they would see is my aunt and I imitating the beast with two backs.

"Then teach me" I picked up the pace, slamming harder into Auntie, pushing her up the stairs with the violence of my fucking. "Show me how to please a woman."

"You just gona take you some pussy, huh? Then fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

I spread my legs slightly, bracing myself against the stairs. I pushed up on my arms and began driving hard into auntie's pussy. The sloshing sound of cock in wet pussy filled the air. The violent slap of flesh on flesh resounded.

"Oh my god! Auntie you are amazing!"

She raised her head and planted her mouth over mine. At first, I recoiled at the taste of my own cum.

"Come on you bastard! Suck my tongue! See how good your jizz taste?"

There was no stopping now. My head swam. The taste of my seed was strangely arousing. The light in the kitchen blurred. My whole body trembled with my need. I looked down into auntie's eyes. Her face was contorted in an orgasmic sneer. Her eyes were wide and glowing. Auntie's body trembled. I felt her pussy spams and clamp down.

"Jesus Christ! I'm coming! ARRRGGGGHHHHHH Gawddamit!"

I tried to keep thrusting but the intensity of auntie's orgasms was such that her pussy had a death grip on my cock. I felt that tingling deep in my balls. The hump in my back grew. I thrust hard once, twice, three times. I lost count as I pumped my seed into my aunt's mature pussy. My open mouth scream matched hers.

"FFFUUUCCKK! Oh Fuck! Me too, auntie! Me too!"

I collapsed on top of her. We were sweating profusely. I could feel the spasms in auntie's pussy lessening.

"Motherfucker! That was good," Auntie moaned.

I began to push up off her. Her legs dropped to the steps on either side of us. As I attempted to lever myself up, she reached up and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her. My still hard cock sank to her depths. Auntie's eyes bucked and she groaned.

Her hands slipped to my head and she held it in both of her hands. Her eyes held mine as though searching for something.

"I ain't never had nobody fuck me like that! Sometimes I like it when a man just takes me like you just did."

I stared numbly, not sure of what to say.

"You know what a Dom is, boy?"

"No ma'am...er...auntie!"

She smiled. "Never mind! You keep fucking me like that and you can call me anything you want. Now let's get to your room before we get caught.

The third nut was in her mouth again. It started with her teaching me the fine points of eating pussy. She taught me that eating pussy was like French kissing. Your tongue plays first around her lips, moving between them. Then you probe the depths of her hole. Like your mouth and teeth suck and nibble on her mouth, you do the same with her pussy lips. The taste was incredible. There was a sweat muskiness to it. Auntie's juices were thick like honey but with a tantalizing, intoxicating musk. For the first time, I tasted my seed mixed with a woman's juices leaking from her pussy. It was a drug. I became addicted to it.

She taught me that when she was aroused her clit was almost painfully sensitive. That I had to build her to the peak where more than the occasional lick was tolerable. However, when I got her to that point, to transfer most of my attention there, licking it, sucking it, treating it like a small cock. She told me to remember how she sucked my cock and do that to her clit.

Finally, she had me turn into the 69 position. We sucked and licked each other for several minutes before I felt that familiar itch in my scrotum.

"I'm coming, Aunty! I'm coming!"

"Me too, baby! Me too! Bathe my tonsils with your sweet juice."

I heard her gag as I empty my balls down her throat. She gurgled several times then went limp under me. I felt her hands on my belly.

"Whew! Get up, Jordan! I need a breather."

"Yes ma'am."

Auntie looked a mess. Her makeup was smeared, mixed with drying cum, saliva and sweat. Her dress had a small rip at the seams and stains from my seed. It and the camisole were around her waist. She told me not to undress her, just push it out of the way. Treat me like a ho you picked up in the street, she said.

Her nipples were black and rigid. I could see my teeth marks were she told me to bite them, to make her feel some pain.

"Honey, I told you once, you don't have sex with a woman and call her ma'am. Especially me! It makes me feel old."

"Yes, Aunty."

"Better! But we'll work on it."

Aunt Vicki looked surprised when she saw my still hard cock.

"Lord, the blessings of youth! How many times can you cum before that monster gets soft."

She tried to sit up and tumbled on her back. She was still very drunk. Her eyes were at half-mast.

"It's always semi hard, Aunty."

Aunty managed to roll to her belly. She turned so that her face was near my crotch. Her eyes were red and watery. As we talked, her eyes would slowly close then pop back open.

"I guess I should go downstairs and let you get some sleep."

She did not answer. Her head dropped to the mattress. She began to snore loudly. I got up, wondering what would happen in the morning when she sobered up. As I turned to leave my bedroom, she woke up.

"Hey!" she slurred. "Where the fuck you going?"

She was really loud. I began to worry about waking mom and dad. Sometime while auntie and I were having sex it got quiet in their room.

"Get your ass back over here. We finished when I say we finished."

She rolled on her back with her legs spread. Her vaginal lips were red and swollen. I could see a pink pulsing within her partially open lips. A thin clear rill of liquid leaked from her pussy and down the crack of her ass.

"Well," she giggled, "at least you better than my husband. He'd be sleep by now. You got me creaming like a schoolgirl. Jordan, you ever fuck a woman in her ass?"

I was shocked and uncertain what to say. My buddies and I sometimes talked about women who 'took it up the ass'. We decided that was more talk than reality. We also decided if a woman let a man do that to her, she must be a real slut. I took a hard look at my 48 year old aunt.

"Uh...no! No Aunty," I managed to stammer out.

Her face took on a wistful look.

"It's been years for me. Your uncle don't like doing it at all. Saysh it's filthy and degenerate. "She eyed me drunkenly with a weird smile on her face. "You think giving a woman what she likes is degenerate, Jordan?"

"Um...I....I...I don't know Aunty."

Auntie's grin got bigger. Then, as though she had made her mind up about something, she asked about lube.

"Lube?"

"Jordan I know you jacking that monster off. You must be using something to lube that dick up. Where is it"?"

Weakly, my heart thudding loudly in my chest, I pointed at the nightstand. One of my friends worked at the local pharmacy. He gave me something called Astroglide. He said it worked wonders when he whacked off.

Aunty Vickie rolled to her belly and got up on her knees. She balanced herself with one hand on the bed as she rummaged through the top drawer of my nightstand. Her large hips framed her swollen pussy. It seemed fuller and fatter compared to the girls I knew. It looked like a partially open clam. Her pussy lips were dark brown. In the middle was a pink wet looking part. It seemed to pulse as if it had a life of its own.

I did not know my cock could get any harder but it did. It ached as I recalled fucking my aunty. Just above that, winking, was her ass. In biology class when we dissected frogs, it was called an anus. Some of the kids giggled nervously when old Mrs. Worthington used that term. She would fix them with a baleful glare over her black rimmed coke bottle bottom eyeglasses. That tittering gradually tapered off when she did that.

I was looking at Auntie's anus. I was not going to dissect it. She wanted me to fuck it.

"Ahhhhhh! Here it is!"

She held the nearly empty tube in the air in triumph. Her action caused her to over balance. She was in danger of falling on the floor, possibly hitting her head on the nightstand. I quickly grabbed her around the waist. I half pulled, half pushed her back into the bed.

She lay on her back, the tube of Astroglide held high.

"Aunty perhaps we should stop now...!"

"Gawddamit! You ain't gona be like your fucking goody two shoes fucking limp dick uncle, are you?

"No Aunty! I mean...I didn't mean...!"

"Shut up and lube my ass.

So there it is! We have come full circle. I am fucking the first anus in my life. And it was not half bad. It was much tighter than her pussy. If you judged by her loud vocals she was really enjoying it. At her urging, I even began slapping her ass! Hard!

Here I am 18, still in high school, only 2 women removed from being a virgin and I am pounding my aunt's asshole. Just as I got my coordination, pull back, slap her ass, thrust in and so on, I heard a scream behind me.

I have recalled that moment many times. It is burned into my consciousness. I had a tight grip on Auntie's hips, pulling her back as I thrust in. Both she and I turned, looking over our shoulders. I remember Auntie's loud grunt as I bottomed out in her ass.

There was my mother. She was naked except for her pantyhose and high heels. The hair on her neatly trimmed thatch gleamed wetly in the light from the lamp on the nightstand. Her breasts jiggled disturbingly as she balanced herself on the frame of the door. She was having trouble standing, weaving slightly. Her eyes were wide in surprise. A thin sheen of sweat covered her. The wetness of her hairy twat continued partway down her thighs. I remember thinking her tits were larger than I thought.

"VICKI! You slut! You fucking my son!"

I guess I should have pulled out of my aunt's ass then but I was petrified. In my mind's eye, I can see the tableau we must have presented in our incestuous position.

"Cora! Let me explain."

Aunt Vicki was trying to slide forward off my cock. However, I had a death grip on her hips. I only relaxed my grip when she reached back and slapped my belly. Still, I knelt there. My mind was having trouble making the transition to the reality of the situation. My mother had just caught me fucking her sister, my aunt, in the ass.

"Explain! Bitch, you fucking my son! What is there to explain?"

"Fuck! Cora, it ain't the end of the world."

Mom let go of the doorframe. She staggered as she walked the few steps to my bed. She stopped just past me. Aunt Vicki turned and sat on the edge of the bed. There was a strong aroma of bodies and sex in the room.

Apparently, dad was not as drunk as we thought. I saw the familiar creamy coating moistening mom's thatch. Some of it ran down her thighs. She and dad fucked. I resisted the urge to lick her thighs. I went to stand up, hoping to steal out of the room before the shit hit the fan.

"Sit down, Jordan!" They said it in unison.

I sat. Auntie was to my left sitting on the edge of the bed. Mom was just to my right. But not three feet separated us. I was trying to decide where I should go to escape. There was going to be an earth shaking fight. However, I was in my bedroom, my refuge. There was really no place to go. A part of me wondered when my father would walk in. The shit would really hit the fan then.

"You no good tramp! Ever since we was kids, you get a little alcohol in you and you have to spread your legs,"

"Ho! I know you ain't talking about a bitch spreading her legs. Most of those times yours were spread right next to me."

I was a spectator, forgotten in their alcohol/bhang fueled anger. Oddly, my mother's pussy seemed to get wetter as they argued. Her pussy lips got more swollen and wetter.

"You slut! Whatever I may have done, I ain't fucked no relative."

"So you mean them times when we was kids and licked each other off don't count?"

So mom and Aunty not only fucked together, they had sex with each other. I tried to imagine my conservative mom on her back (her knees?) with some guys dick pounding her. Did she and auntie switch guys at some point? Did they let the guys watch them eat each other? My mind boggled at the possibilities.

Like a spectator at a tennis match, my head swiveled from first one to the other and back again. The only problem was while auntie was sitting on the bed next to me, her big tits swinging as she gesticulated, mom was standing over me. Each time I swiveled her way, I had to look up from her pussy to see her face. As the verbal exchange heated up, I stopped swiveling and just stared at my mom's wet pussy. Dad's cock had been in there. His cum was wetting her inner thighs. What would it be like if I...! I shook my head to clear the image of my cock sliding around dad's cum in mom's pussy.

Mom screamed again and leapt past me. She landed on Aunt Vicki, pushing her back on the bed. Surprised, I slid to the floor, my back against the bed.

"Mom! Aunt Vicki! You guys need to stop!"

"You trifling ho! Fucking my son!"

They both had two handfuls of the others hair. At first Mom was on top. Her red crotchless pantyhose framed her round milk chocolate ass. In turn, that succulent jiggly behind framed her wet, gleaming butterfly wing pussy.

They rolled over and over on the bed, screaming, cursing each other and pulling the other's hair. I heard a rip as the seam of my aunt's dress completely separated. First mom was on top. Then auntie was on top, her dress hanging off her like an expensive silk rag. Then they were face to face side by side on the bed. Their bodies dripped with perspiration. Their breaths came harsh sibilant wheezes.

"What you mad about, cunt? I beat you to it? Your limp dick husband couldn't quench the fire?"

The strong aroma of sweating bodies, stale alcohol and something else filled the tight confines of the small bedroom. Along with that indefinable aroma that caused my cock to stay hard, was the incredible scene before me. Two women, two mature women were fighting about me.

"Ho! You just mad cause I beat you to it."

"No! No! You sick bitch!" A line from a Shakespearian play we studied in school popped into my head. 'Methinks the lady doth protest too much.'

Auntie got her knee between mom's legs and flipped her on her back. She pinned her arms above her head. Mom's legs scissored in the air ineffectually under my aunt's weight. Her exertions appeared to have exhausted her.

Aunt Vicki pinned mom's hands above her head. She entwined her legs around mom's forcing them open. There seemed to be a subtle change in their behavior. They were still tussling and yelling at each other. Mom struggled less. She began thrusting her hips up and down.

"You bitch," she moaned, "you bitch!"

Where was my father? They were screaming at the top of their lungs, making enough noise to wake the dead. It obviously was not enough to wake dad from what I would discover later was a drunken stupor.

"You like this don't you, ho? You talk about my...PROCLIVITIES...what about yours? Does Deshaun ever pin you down and make you do whatever he wants? "

Mom's eyes rolled back in her head. Her head turned and she looked at me. There was something odd in her eyes.

"Please Vicki! Please!"

"Please what, you submissive skank! Please let you lick my pussy. Huh, ho? Is that what you want?"

Aunt Vicki's eyes flicked toward me. A wicked smile played across her lips.

"Or is it please let your son do to you what he did with me? Is that it, Cora? He was fucking my ass when you came in. Look at that big dick!"

"Please Vicki! Stop!"

"Look at it! I done had that mammyfucker in my mouth, in my pussy and when you walked in, in my ass! THAT, little sister, is some good dick!"

I sat on the floor in open mouth consternation. Above me two mature sisters were wrestling on the bed. One, my mother, seemed to be surrendering to the will of the other, Aunt Vicki.




A Valentine's Day Tryst



"Please Vicki! Let me up!"

"You want to feel that big dick filling you up? You want to feel it touching parts of your hole your peewee dick husband never touches?"

"Is that what you really want? Or do you want your son to lick your pussy like I used to do? I taught him tonight. He should be as good at it as I was. Remember how when we were kids I would tie you to the bed. I'd tease your pussy until you peed your panties. Jordan! get my stockings off the floor over there!"

"Aunty, I'm going to wake up dad."

"That limp dick motherfucker is like my husband. He ain't gona do shit! Get the fucking stockings"

I have looked back at that moment. I could have turned and walked out of the room. Instead, I picked up the stockings, walked to the edge of the bed and handed them to my aunt. I watched as she quickly tied my mom's arms to the headboard. Aunt Vicki rolled to her back breathing heavily. She sweated enough to stain the sheet.

"Take off your mom's pantyhose," She wheezed.

"I...!"

"Do it! You want to be a Dom? School's in session!"

I avoided my mother's eyes as I slid up the bed between her legs. Her knees were flexed and her heels dug into the mattress. I could see bubbles of liquid forming on her vaginal lips. They formed, burst and dribbled between her swollen lips. Despite her protestations, she seemed to be giving herself up to her sister's dominance.

The scent of sex and sweat emanated from their nether regions. My cock, which was still hard, tingled.

Auntie turned, raised up on her elbow and gave mom a long soulful kiss. I reached up and gripped the waistband of my mother's pantyhose. The aromas from mother's pussy caused my head to swim. It was strong, pervasive. The aroma was familiar. My ex-girlfriends smelled like this. Aunt Vicki fairly reeked of it. However, mom's had a subtle quality. There was a familiarity to it. In later years, I came to believe it was because her pussy was the first I tasted as I slid down the birth canal. Was this why men had that sexual fascination with their mother's? Was it because they tasted her at birth? Was it because they remember the warm snugness as they slid down the birth canal and wanted to experience that moment again? And again?

I began to separate lust from love. Auntie was an incredible fuck. However, that was lust. If and when I reentered mom's birth canal, if and when I deposited my seed in her womb, it would be an act of love! I turned my head and nipped at mom's thigh with my teeth.

"OUCH!! Mom squirmed

You little shit! I didn't teach you that," auntie chortled," Did that feel good, Cora? Do you like having your son mark you with his teeth."

I slid mom's pantyhose down to her hips. She lifted her ass so I could slide them off. Her pussy was wet, little bubbles kept forming at her opening, popped and dribbled down her cleft. I stopped, entranced. That rich intoxicating aroma wafted from this intimate opening. I inhaled deeply.

"Stop admiring the view!" I looked up into auntie's sweaty lust distorted face.

I pulled the tattered nylon over her legs and feet.

"Tie your mom's legs to the bed posts."

"Auntie, this too much! I can't...!"

"Look at her, Jordan! Look at her! See that puppy dog look? She wants it."

"Tie her up!" Auntie's scream struck me like a sharp slap across the face. Numbly, I looped the waistband around the footboard. I pulled mom's legs apart, tying each with the leg of her stockings.

I glanced up. I felt odd. A feeling of strength. Aunt Vicki turned into a 69 position. She pressed her pussy hard against mom's mouth.

"Vicki please," mom pleaded.

I was shocked to see mom's throat work as she licked auntie's pussy. Auntie's eyes were lidded. Her hips gyrated slowly. She seemed to be in another world. Her lips pulled back over her teeth in a snarl.

She and auntie were groaning. I could not help myself. I took my cock in hand and began to stroke it slowly. The feeling was exquisite, enhanced by the incestuous lesbian scene.

"Remember how I showed you to finger a pussy? Do it to your mom."

"No Vicki! No! Please don't!"

"Aunt Vicki, I...!"

"Do it, "she screamed. I looked into my mother's pleading eyes. What was she pleading for? Did she want me to leave the room? Or did she...? Auntie turned, lying full length on mom, tit to tit, crotch to crotch. They began a slow rotation of their hips.

I lay down between my mom's sweaty thighs. Above me my aunt's pussy gleamed wetly. Her anus still looked a little open where moments before I was fucking it. I looked in front of me at my mom's dripping wet pussy.

I eased my right hand forward with my index finger up, like Aunty showed me. I felt an incredible heat emanating from my mom's pussy. The wet sound I heard as my finger penetrated my mom's pussy was accompanied by a long soulful moan. Her hips thrust up and stopped. I slipped my index finger into the incredible heat and wetness of my mom's pussy.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!"

"You like that, don't you Cora? That's your son's finger, your son, entering your needy pussy."

I curled my finger up and found the rough spot just inside that Aunty told me about. I stroked it, using a motion as though I were beckoning for someone. Mom moaned and began to thrust up and down and push forward.

"Oh Jesus! Oh my God!"

"Jordan! Move your hand back and forth but keep stroking her G-spot."

I did as I was told. Aunt Vicki relaxed and she settled back on top of mom. She untied mom's hands. Auntie's ass was in my face. I kissed it and then ran my tongue down her crack.

"AWWW fuck! Jordan, where did you learn that?"

The scene was surreal. I was laying on my belly between my mother's legs finger fucking her while I licked and kissed my Aunt's ass. Aunty reached behind her and pulled apart her ass cheeks.

"I ain't had nobody lick my ass hole in years. Do it, motherfucker! Lick my asshole."

I slid forward and buried my face in Auntie's big ass. Her anus was musty but the odor was like good reefer to my lust-filled mind. As I forced my tongue into that forbidden hole, my mother's hands gripped mine. Mom frantically thrust against my finger.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Her hips thrust forward to meet my invading fingers. At the same time Aunty trembled.

I brought my free hand up and slapped auntie's ass as I forced my tongue as deep in her ass as I could. I wiggled it back and forth.

"Oh Fuck! You ass licking sumbitch you. You made me cum!"

Auntie drew herself up to all fours. She threw her leg over my head and rolled to her back. I could see her rounded belly convulsing as she came down. In front of me was mom's pussy. I could see and feel her juices leaking around my finger. Her clit was enormous. It looked like a small cock, pulsing just out of its sheath. With my finger still stroking inside her pussy, I slid forward and flicked my tongue at the tip of her engorged clit.

The result was electric. A small stream of clearish liquid squirted from her pussy, striking my hand. At the same time, mom howled. Aunty struggled to one elbow and leaned over us. Her eyes were slits, heavy with alcohol and the need for sleep.

"Whush happened?"

"Mom peed."

Aunty looked down between mom's legs.

"Bitch ain't peed. She squirted."

Aunty struggled to all fours and crawled until her face was above mom's. Auntie's huge tits swung freely from side to side. She leaned close enough to mom's face that her tits lay on mom's.

"How long has it been since someone made you squirt?"

"Please Vicki! This has to stop"

Mom's voice was still slurred with alcohol. The same time she was imploring Vicki to make me stop, her hands held my finger in her pussy. My tongue kept licking at mom's clit, savoring the fragrant fluids. Her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Do you really want us to stop? Or would you rather have your son's massive tool?"

Mom shook her head violently. Her hips thrust harder against my finger.

"No you sub bitch! You gona say it."

Aunty took one of mom's nipples in her mouth. She took it between her teeth and pulled. Mom screamed in pain. At the same time, the bubbles of pussy juice increased. A stream flowed heavily from her.

"Gawd! Vicki no! Please don't make me!"

"Make you do what, slut? Make you fuck? You know that's what you want. You want to be forced? Well, this time it's going to be your son! You gona beg your son to fuck you."

Simultaneously, I took mom's clit in my mouth and sucked hard on it while rubbing my index finger over the roughness of her G-spot. The effect was electric. Mom gave out a long tremulous moan. At the same time, her abdomen began to heave spasmodically. As her hips began to thrust hard against my face, making it hard to keep up, a small rill of clearish liquid began to bubble from her pussy. It was not quite a squirt, more a constant dribble.

"Oh Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! Jesus Christ!"

Aunty pulled on mom's nipple hard. She looked down at me and leered. I got up on my knees and walked forward until my cock hung just above mom's pussy. She was still writhing as her orgasm continued to wrack her body. I placed my hands under her slender thighs and lifted her legs to my shoulders.

Auntie's eyes almost glowed with intensity as she watched me position my cock at mom's entrance. I pushed forward slowly, letting the head slip past mom's engorged pussy lips. As the head of my cock pushed past her inner lips, her eyes widened.

"Oh please no! No! Don't fuck me! Don't!"

I looked at auntie's intense stare. She nodded her head ever so slightly. I slid my length into mom. When I felt the pressure of her cervix against the head of my cock, I stopped and looked down at her.

"Tell me to take it out, mom and I will. Should I take it out?"

Aunt Vicki sat up. She threw her leg over mom's head. Then she lifted her head into her lap. She stroked my mother's cheek with surprising tenderness. This was a side of her I had not seen. In a few hours, she went from a cock hungry cougar, willing to fuck her nephew to a dominatrix forcing my mother to accept my oral to a tender loving older sister.

"Tell him, baby! Tell him what you want." Auntie crooned.

I stroked mom's thighs and began slowly to pull out. Her pussy was like a velvet sheath, warm wet and pulsing. The spasms of her pussy were like a soft hand, flexing around my tool. I was home. This is where I belonged.

"Oh shit! Motherfucker! No! No!"

I continued to pull back until just the head was caressed between her swollen pussy lips. Mom raised her head. Her hair was a tussled mane framing her sweating face. Her eyes were wide and wild. Her mouth curled into a snarl like some feral animal.

"No! No! Don't you dare pull out! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Use me like the incestuous slut I am."

She was a woman I never saw. She was an animal. A bitch in heat. All she wanted was cock, any cock, my cock. I slid back in one long hard thrust.

"Talk to this slut! Tell her what she is! Tell her she is a submissive tramp."

I continued a slow long dicking. My cock sliding in, bottoming out and then I withdrew. Each slow deliberate thrust went deeper until I felt my balls slap against her ass. I recall what I heard dad call her one night when they were fucking. One of those nights, that ended with her screams echoing down the hall.

"Whose bitch are you? Huh? Whose pussy is this"?

Mom was up on her elbows watching my cock sliding in and out of her leaking pussy. A white froth covered our crotches. Her eyes locked with mine. I have seen pictures on the Internet and TV of a lioness growling. Mom's face looked like that. Her lips drawn back over her teeth, saliva running down her cheek, her eyes in a predatory slit.

"Fuck me good and it's yours. Use me and I'm your bitch!"

Mom screamed as aunty grasped her nipples, pinched and pulled hard.

"Slap the bitch's ass! Slap it hard. She loves pain!"

I brought my right hand down hard on mom's thigh. Her moans became continuous. Her head dropped back against auntie's belly.

"Harder! Slap her ass harder."

I brought my right hand up to hold mom's leg in place over my shoulder. With my left hand, I drew back and with all the strength I could muster I slapped her thigh were it blossomed into her full ass. She screamed and thrust hard against me.

"Tell me what you want!" Mightily, I maintained a slow steady pace, filling every crevice of the best pussy on earth.

"Harder! Harder!" mom's head rocked from side to side with such intensity she sprayed saliva over her breasts and belly. I felt it hit my lower belly.

"Harder who? Whose cock is filling you? Whose cock do you crave? Whose sperm do you want to fill your womb?"

Mom snarled. Her eyes glowed with the intensity of her need. Her hips thrust up rhythmically, slamming my cock head into her cervix.

"My son," She snarled, saliva running from the corners of her mouth, "my son! I want my son's cock. I want to feel his seed splash against my womb!"

I was close to cumming. I began to thrust hard, pushing past the resistance offered by her cervix, opening her pussy to accept all of me. My ex-girlfriends made me stop before I got this deep.

Aunty leaned over grasped mom's head in both of her hands and gave her a deep soulful kiss. I could see her tongue probing deep into my mother's mouth. I continued to pummel her thighs. My hands stung painfully. As though she had no spine, mom's lower body undulated, meeting my more and more frantic thrusts.

Mom's head rocked from side to side with such intensity, that she ripped it from Auntie's hands. Aunty collapsed against the headboard. Her hands dropped to her side. Her eyes closed and her head lolled to the side. She had passed out.

"Knock the bottom out of my pussy! Harder! Gawddamit Harder!"

I was pumping my cock hard into mom's spasming pussy. She rose up on her elbows again. Her eyes went from watching my cock move with the force and velocity of a piston in a racing engine to looking into my eyes with animalistic intensity.

There was a question I had to ask. There was something I needed to know.

"Does dad's cock feel this good? Does he make your pussy fart like my cock does?"

She looked at me long and hard. I saw emotions fly across her face.

"Ain't nobody...ever...fucked me like this! Ain't nobody took me like this! Nobody! Ever!"

"That's not what I asked. Say it!"

"You fuck me better than your father! I love your dick! I love the way you fuck me! God help me! Now fill me up! Make my pussy overflow with your seed!"

"You want it mom? You want it? I going to cum. Where do you want it?"

"Fill me up you good dick motherfucker! Plant your seed deep in my womb!"

With several hard, deep thrust I came deep in my mother. She moaned, almost crooning as her pussy filled with my juice. I could feel the rhythmic spasming of her vaginal sheath as she came with me.

"I love you, baby! I love you!"

"I love you too, mom! I love you so much!"

I was exhausted. My breath came in hard short gasps. My chest heaved with the effort. I lay my head againsy mom's thigh over my shoulder and kissed it. When I looked up, she had collapsed into Aunty Vicki's lap. As she dozed off, she mouthed the words, "I love you". The snoring of two sated women filled the air. My bedroom reeked of sex, sweat and stale alcohol.

I walked back on my knees. My cock dropped from mom's pussy. It glistened with our combined juices. Fatigued ruled my body. I dropped to all fours, my head just above mom's pussy. Through heavy eyes, I watched my seed ooze from mom's swollen pussy. My seed! I leaned down and kissed her cum and sweat covered pussy. Mom groaned and turned partially between Auntie's thighs.

My body ached with fatigue as I gathered my clothes from the floor. I stopped at the door and looked back. It was like a dream. There lay two mature women. I had fucked them both.

I walked down the hall to the linen closet, grabbed a towel, a sheet and a blanket. The door to my parents' room was fully open. My father was laying on his side snoring. He was naked. His arm thrown across the empty spot in their marital bed where my mom should have been.

As I made my way down to the Media Room, I knew there would be hell to pay in the morning. I smiled because no matter what was done to me, it could not erase the memory of this night.



A Valentine's Daydream



 This story was not written as a continuation of the Daydream series but as a stand alone story. It was my Valentine's Day gift to Mityam. We both agreed that we wanted to share it with you. Please enjoy this as much as we did. "Copperbutterfly"

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With only hours left until Tim's plane lands, I rush to finish my preparations. Our first Valentine's Day together and I intend to make it memorable.

With the menu for dinner planned and wardrobe needs satisfied, I have only one stop left. As I pull into the lot at the naughty bookstore, I smile, thinking of the delights I have planned. Wandering through the aisles I come upon the objects of my search. Strap-ons! So many to choose from, but I quickly spot the perfect selection. The dildo for him is long and on the slim side, and mine is very thick and fits into my pussy. Both vibrate, and the battery packs tuck into the black leather straps that go around my waist. Perfection...and I head for the check out grabbing batteries on the way.

With dinner preparations underway, I take a few minutes to prepare the bedroom for this evening's fantasy. Our new toy slips into the nightstand; candles are placed in every space available; scented oil warms in the ceramic holder; the bed covered in satin; champagne chilling in a bucket of ice on the floor. My new lace bra and matching lace boxers, 'Vixen Red', (what a name!) are laid out on the bed.

After a wonderfully hot shower, I add just a touch of make up, and brush my copper red hair to a gleaming glory. My simple black dress hides the wanton red lace, I slip into my black stockings and heels and I am ready. As I put the finishing touches on the dinner table, the door bell rings. Opening the door I watch your face light up and break into a huge smile. I reach out, grab your hand and pull you to me. Our lips meet in a greeting that only hints at the passions yet to come. 

"It's so good to see you, love." my voice throaty with emotion. "I've missed you!" 

"You are so beautiful, Rita" your voice low and soft in my ear. From behind your back, you pull out a dozen long stemmed red roses, exquisite in their beauty, the heady scent overwhelming. "Beautiful flowers for a magnificent woman" you whisper.

"Oh, Tim, they are absolutely the most beautiful roses I've ever received." I lead you into the living room with its' soft music and low lights. I take your jacket, tuck your tie into the pocket and lay it across the back of the couch. You kick off your shoes and follow me to the kitchen, as always, to help finish up for dinner. Through dinner we talk of every day things. My work, your work; people that make us crazy; exciting new developments, and just thoughts we've had since last we were together. As we finish with our food, you start to clear the table. I reach out to touch your arm, stilling your movement. "Leave it, Tim. I'll take care of it later. We have more important things that need our attention right now!" Leaning forward and pulling you to me, our lips caress and wander. Looking into your eyes, I see a reflection of the want and need I feel in my body. I am always amazed at how much desire we have; how much passion we generate, every time we come together. 

With your arm circling my waist, I lead you to the bedroom. I pause as I open the door. Our eyes are met by hundreds of candle flickers; we inhale the soothing vanilla scent. I feel you shudder and press myself closer. "This is for you, baby! Happy Valentine's Day" I whisper, as I reach up to kiss and nuzzle your ear. As you turn and take me into your arms, I feel your warm breath caressing along my neck. Your lips lingering only moments at the nape before ascending to my ear, licking and kissing it; moving again across my cheeks you place your lips over mine. Your soft kiss deepens, becoming insistent, hungry. Our lips never parting, we slowly move deeper into the room, hands roaming over the others body. Kissing and caressing, touching and stroking, intent in our explorations, I back you to the edge of the bed. Finally breaking our kiss, both gasping for air and laughing, one gentle little push and you land on the bed.

Standing at the foot of the bed, I can't help but smile as my eyes wander over you laid back so casual, so comfortable. I pull off your socks, rubbing the soles and then massaging over the balls of your feet. My actions are rewarded with a soft moan. I spend minutes on your toes and then up and rubbing your ankles. My soft hands slip under your pants legs to caress tight calves. I extend my hand to you and pull you up to sit, while I unbutton and unzip your dress slacks. You smile as you lift your butt and I tug them down and off. "Tim, lets get that shirt off too while I hang these up", I say as I turn to the closet. I hear eager movements and smile as the shirt comes flying across the room to land on the floor at my feet. "Hmmm, how I love a man who is eager," I think, hanging the shirt. Closing the door and turning to find my magnificent man, sitting at the foot of the bed his feet flat on the floor, leaning back on his elbows his manhood excited and peeking out the waistband of his silk boxers and a huge grin on his face. "My eager and ready love, pour us some champagne and I'll be right back". I slip into the bathroom for a quick mirror check and to grab a bottle of massage oil. 

Returning to the bedroom, I find you laid back on the satin sheets, your hand slipping over the exposed tip of your cock. Your finger tips roaming restlessly over and around it, soothing and caressing it. Your eyes half closed and a slight smile curves your lips. Standing at your feet, smiling at your contentment, I reach behind and slowly slide down the zipper of my dress. The soft sound widens your eyes and I see your cock twitch in anticipation. You watch as my dress slips off my shoulders and down slightly to reveal a very red bit of lace. Your mouth forms an "O" as I let the dress slip again to just below my waist. Peeking out is more red lace. I can feel, as well as hear, the low growl escape your throat as the dress slips all the way off; to pool on the carpet at my feet. Stepping out and kicking the dress to the side, I open the bottle of oil.

"Stay on your back for me, sweetheart." I say as I pour massage oil into the palm of my hand; I kneel at your feet and start at the ball of your foot. Soothing and caressing, I move over your foot and each of your toes. At your ankles I wrap both hands around you and rotate them rubbing the entire ankle and foot. I lay it gently on the bed and repeat the loving attentions to your other foot and ankle. Back to the first leg, I gather you in one hand, lifting your leg under your calf to massage and rub. Slowly up the front of the calf to the knee then over and under, to the back and down the firm muscle. As I repeat the journey, your moans become sighs and I feel you begin to relax. The process begins on the other leg and I feel you wiggle deeper into the soft mattress. As you watch, I place one knee at the foot of the bed. Taking your legs in both hands I push them open and place my other knee between your legs. Crawling up so slightly, I sit back on my heels and begin my attentions to your wonderful thighs. "You have such great legs, Tim. So firm and solid." I smile and watch you blush. "I can't believe you still blush every time I tell you that!" Smoothing my hands up your thighs, then out and over both hips. Sliding them down your sides and back over to the front, I let them slip up to your waist. Hooking my fingertips in the waistband of your silk boxers, you lift your hips and I tug them down, sliding them to your knees then down to your ankles and off. I toss them to the floor to land on my dress.

Pouring more oil into my hands, I let them slide up your chest then down and along your arms. Up again and over shoulders and neck they slip and slide, soothing and smoothing to the back of your head. As I move around to the center of your chest, I watch as your eyelids begin to flutter. "Oh no you don't, mister. No way, am I letting you go to sleep!" I laugh and lean in to kiss you awake. As I brush my lips across yours, you reach up and run your hands across my back, sending shivers down my spine. I feel you slip a finger and thumb to my bra clasp, work it open, and then your hands slip under the straps and push them off my shoulders. Your warm hands slide down my sides to the lace edge of my panties and I feel you tug at them. I smile as I let you slip them over my hips and ass. Slipping off you, I stand and remove the panties and drop my bra to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Taking a break from your massage, I pour us each another glass of champagne. "To a wonderful night, full of pleasure and passion" we toast. "Tim, I want you to turn over onto your stomach now." I say as I turn to the nightstand. Looking back over my shoulder, I watch as you roll and settle into the smooth satin sheets; you lay with your head turned to the side and I hear a contented sigh. Quickly I slip out our new toy, step into the harness, adjusting it to fit snug and inserting the battery packs. Slipping the thick end into me, I can't help the intake of breath as I feel the walls of my pussy begin to grip the thick 'cock'. I reach down and begin to pull on 'my erect cock' turning back to the bed. Climbing up, I carefully kneel over you and begin to drizzle warm oil onto your back. Running my hands along you, pressing and slicking you, I can feel you begin to breathe heavier. There is only one thing that you love more than a good massage. My oil slicked hands caress your cheeks. As I knead them, my fingertip slips into the crack of your ass and it slides up; searching for that sensitive little hole, finding and running over it. Pressing so gently I slip my finger in just to the knuckle and I'm rewarded with a groan. My other hand smoothes along your lower back. Slowing I begin to run my finger in and out of your puckered hole. Slipping all the way out and rimming around it, slipping back in and going all the way to rest my palm on your ass. You begin to move. Shifting your hips and pushing back onto my hand as I slip in a second finger, stretching you. 

"Tim, I have a surprise for you my love. I want you to roll over on your back, baby". I shift my knees wider so you can roll over between them. As you turn I watch for the expression on your face. "Open your legs, so I can kneel between them" I say, as you see what I have between my legs. I watch as your eyes go wide and all I hear is "OHHHHHH". Smiling at the look on your face, I lean down and kiss your lips. Pressing my lips deep, needing your response. Your mouth opens as you try to devour mine. I know from the sounds coming from deep in your throat that sleep is the farthest thing from your mind. Glancing down, your cock is rigid and standing at attention. 

Sitting back on my heels, I push your legs up, bending at the knees. I reach down and slip 2 fingers into your ass; sliding in as deep as they will go. Looking into your eyes, I grasp my "cock" and stroke it as I would your cock. Slicking it, lubing it. Pulling my fingers out, I lift one leg up and run the cock between your balls, under you and press it to your ass. Rubbing over it; then pressing; circling again; pressing, I slip in and you groan, "agggggghhh'. Your breathing becomes more and more rapid. I slip in a little deeper, slide out and hold just a moment and then in again deeper still. "Oh god, that feels so good, baby," you whisper.

"Yes" is my throaty answer as my body responds to the cock in my pussy filling me with each slip into your ass. As I increase the depth of my thrusts, I reach down and flip the vibrators on. "OH MY GOD," you cry out as you feel the cock in your ass start to vibrate. Your hips begin to gyrate and shift, bucking in response to the incredible sensations rippling up your ass. My hips undulate with matching sensations increasing the movement of the cock plunging in and out of you.

"I wanted this position, Tim, because I wanted to watch as you come. I want you to watch me as I cum." Watching your eyes roll up; your hand strokes your rock hard cock, matching the rhythm to my thrusts.

As I push into your tight ass, you tug on your cock and the cock in me pushes deeper and deeper. My hand finds my clit and I begin a furious rhythm. "Oh, god, baby I'm so close," you cry out.

Gasping for air, I can only plunge deeper and faster into you. Fucking your ass, my own pussy, panting I cry out, "Tim, I'm going to cum, baby. Cum with me...NOW."

"Yessssssssssssssssss" you scream out, "Yessssssssssss, Rita, nowwwwwww" and your cock jerks and explodes hot, creamy white cum in a smooth arc to land on your chest and stomach. Seeing you spurt takes me over the edge. As you shoot hot cum in spurt after spurt, coming hard and long, my orgasm rips through me. Wave after wave of sensation flows up and out flooding my body with pleasure.

Slowing my frantic pace in your ass, I manage to hold still; so tight in you. As I let the cock slip out of your ass, I collapse on your chest. I feel your hands pull me tight, holding me close. Our breathing ragged, we lay together, our skin flushed with the heat of our passion. "You are the most amazing woman I know," you say to me.

My only answer: "Tim, will you be my Valentine?"

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Thank you from my heart, Mityam, for the inspiration you so eagerly provide!