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Mira

By: LadyDanali



Mira rubbed her neck as she sat at her computer desk in her bedroom and contemplated another lonely weekend. A neighbor had invited her to come over and watch PEARL HARBOR with her while her husband was working that night, but Mira wasn't in the mood for popcorn with Jenny, her neighbor.

Mira absently minded signed in on her AOL account and listened for the "You've Got Mail" notice. Opening her mail she quickly discarded the obvious spam, read the two short emails from her brother and her niece, chuckled over the "Joke A Day" message, filed a recipe newsletter, and prepared to click off, but changed her mind as she recalled a conversation she had heard in the cafeteria at the school while she was at lunch.

Two other teachers had been laughing over a third teacher's description of her "blind date" with a guy she'd met on the internet through a personal ad she had placed. Mira hadn't been paying too much attention to the other women, but did hear the woman say that she'd had a great time and she and her "internet connection" planned to get together again over the weekend.

Mira had seen various ads for personal ads, but had never checked them out and had never considered placing an ad of her own, but tonight she suddenly decided "Why not?" and, recalling one such site, typed in the URL in her browser and clicked "go."

Five minutes later she had registered for her free and, inputted her credit card number for the first months membership and was writing her ad.

Finished, she reread to make sure everything was filled out and accurate. She skipped most of the preference questions, income and occupation questions and filled out only the information she deemed important for her purposes: Age: 51 Sex: Female Height: 5'6" weight: 250 pounds. Mira laughed to herself, "If they are still interested after that, maybe there's hope for me yet." Then she read her introduction, desires information:

Shy, single lady, seeking friendship, casual

dating with nice gentleman. Friendship first, 

then perhaps more later, once we have gotten

to know each other. 

She hit the "submit" button before she could change her mind. She noticed her hands were shaking a little when she finished. She thought of browsing some of the ads for men seeking women, but decided she was not yet ready to be aggressive enough to actively search for a man. No, much better to wait and see if any one responded to her ad.

"OK", Mira thought to herself a week later, "here it is, another Friday night, all alone." Every night for a week she had eagerly checked her e-mail for notification of a response to her impulsively placed ad, and every night she had been disappointed.

Opening her mail she found the usual spam to discard, a couple more emails from family, another joke and recipe, but nothing else. She was just getting ready to sign off when the "You've Got Mail" message sounded again. She clicked on "read" and was shocked to find a notice from the personals site! She quickly read the notification of a response waiting for her at the personals site, clicked on the link provided in the e-mail, and was taken to her in-box. Yes, there it was, one message:

Hello. I read your ad and am very interested

in meeting you. I am a 55 year old Japanese

man living in the San Francisco area. I like BBW

very much, and look forward to hearing from you

if you would be interested. 

Hiroshi

"Interested?" Yes she was interested. My good Lord, someone not only not put off by her size, but actually interested in women of size. She quickly responded back to him, supplying him with her AOL address so she would not have to go through the personals site every day looking for a response.

A month later, Mira surveyed her image in the mirror in the restaurants ladies room. Her auburn hair was combed loosely about her shoulders, her green eyes sparkled, highlighted by the pale eye shadow and unaccustomed mascara. Blush had been applied sparingly, as had a light dusting of face powder. Her ears were adorned with her pearl studs. A simple gold a silver woven necklace filled in around her neck, hopefully making the bit of extra cleavage she was showing not as noticeable to others as it was to her. Her black, v-necked sweater capped a black skirt, black stockings, held up by a new lacy garter belt, and black pumps. Hiroshi had indicated that he was about half an inch shorter than she, so she didn't want to tower over him by wearing her high heels.


She was nervous and hoped her hands were not as clammy as she was afraid they were. Taking a deep breath she walked back to the table the waiter had shown her to a few minutes later. As he had seated her he informed her that her dinner partner had called to say he was running a few minutes late, but would be there shortly. Mira's nervousness had increased. She was afraid that she was being stood up, and had just persuaded herself to leave, when a voice behind her startled her. "Mira? I am so sorry to be late, but traffic across the Bay Bridge was heavier than expected." A well groomed hand reached over her shoulder and placed a red rose on the table.

Mira turned slightly a gazed over her shoulder at the man standing behind her. Her breath caught in her throat as she meet the most appealing, sensual brown eyes she had ever gazed into. She had a picture of him that he had sent her early on in their correspondence,

and immediately recognized his features, the round face with the short beard and mustache, the full sensual lips, the gently slopped nose, and eyes the picture could never have done justice to.

The hand that had placed the rose on the table raised and cupped her face, gently. "You are more beautiful than I ever imagined. Your picture did not completely do you justice." His voice was soft, gentle, and so sexy Mira could feel her body responding in ways she would never have imagined. My sweet lord, she could feel her nipples harden in excitement and she felt moisture beginning to dampen her lace panties!

Hiroshi seated himself next to her at the table, and the next two hours flew as they ate dinner, sipped their champagne and talked to one another, learning more and more about each other.

"Mira, I do not want to say good night to you, yet. Will you go for a drive with me, then let me take you home afterwards, instead of you taking a taxi?" Mira had already told him that she didn't drive and used public transportation or taxis to get wherever she needed to go. Mira nodded her agreement and allowed Hiroshi to take her hand in his and lead her out of the restaurant and to his car. He carefully helped her into the front seat, helping her to buckle her seat belt before closing the passenger door and climbing in next to her on the driver's side.

They drove quietly for a few minutes, Mira's left hand clasped warmly in Hiroshi's right. They drove into Martinez and down to the edge of the bay, parking in the now empty parking area of the park there. It was a warm night so they left the car and sat down on a bench near the water's edge. It felt natural to have Hiroshi's arm around her, holding her close to his side as they whispered softly to each other. It was even more natural as she looked up at him to see his head descending towards hers, his mouth taking hers in a kiss that started out soft gentle, and tender, and quickly escalated to hard, hot and passionate on both their parts. Hiroshi's hands played across Mira's back, kneading her shoulder blades and holding her body tightly to his own. Mira heard herself moaning in pleasure, almost as much from his hands on her back as from the red hot kisses they were exchanging.

Mira's hands explored Hiroshi's chest, her fingers shakily undoing his shirt buttons, pulling the shirt free of his belt and caressing the hot, hair roughened skin and his male nipples which hardened to pebbles at her touch. Hiroshi's hands followed Mira's in their own exploration of her skin under her sweater, unclasping her bra in the front, bearing her breasts to be lovingly cupped in his hands, his thumbs tracing back and forth over the nipples, eliciting more moans of pleasure from Mira. 

The warm night air caressed her breasts as Hiroshi bared her breasts, raising the sweater and covering one nipple with his mouth as his hand pulled and gently pinched the other nipple. Mira's moans became more frantic as the heat between her thighs grew even more intense. She felt her legs spreading open as she instinctively grabbed one of Hiroshi's hands and moved it up under her skirt to the seat of her heat and dampness.

Hiroshi's hand caressed her mound through her panties, making her body ache for more of him. She raised her hips slightly, a signal for him to slid her panties down and off of her, which he did, all the while suckling on one breast. As soon as her panties were laying on the ground at her feet, one hand went back to teasing her other breast while the other combed through the wet curls at the apex of her sex. A finger entered through the folds of her labia, finding and stroking around her clitoris. Mira was loosing all control as her body reacted to the heat flooding her, the tingling of every nerve ending, the electric impulses that coursed through her, building and building and building as legs clasped and unclasped time and again around the hand that was driving her up the mountain of sexual pleasure and suddenly had her plummeting over the edge of the cliff in an orgasm of earth shattering pleasure. Hiroshi could feel her body's climax around his hand, feel it in the breast in his mouth, the nipple pinched roughly at the height of her climax; hear it in the screams of pleasure and ecstasy that echoed through the night air and over the gently lapping waters of the Bay. Hiroshi withdrew his finger from her clit, but continued the rubbing of her mound as he allowed her body to ride through the haze of pleasure that was wrapped around her still quaking body.

"Yes," he thought to himself, "this one is made for the sensual pleasuring of body and mind. She will do well." He smiled as he held her cradled to his body. The night was not over. His body was raging for relief, and he would have his relief, and so much more, before the night was over.

To Be Continued...

Mira



Warnings I promised: 

 There is no f/f or group in this story. Read with no fear… 

It's all m/f, but it takes a while to get there.

This one's a vampire story.

Okay, if you read "leader of the pack" then I suggest you read my prefaces. If you didn't then it's not necessary, but I suggest it, if you want to avoid future confusion should you choose to read any of my other stuff.

PREFACE: I have this obsession about certain concepts. They reappear in the stuff I write frequently. However, they don't always come up in the same way. Druids for example change what they're able to do and what they are from story to story. So before you read this, turn off anything you may have stuck in your brain from the last thing I wrote. Different world, different people, different stuff!

PREFACE 2: I wasn't going to post this story and then thought, "What the hell. It's almost done. Finish it off and then work on your thesis." Note the procrastination attempt. This story was actually written before "leader of the pack" and the concept is similar. I messed with this idea quite a bit and actually have put research into a somewhat historically accurate version of this for a book I've had going, on and off, over the past couple years. It's not done, maybe I'll start posting chapters of that. The feedback and comments really motivated me to finish "leader of the pack". 300 pages and an edit in 2 months. That's a personal best for me. I think I am going to send that one out and see if a publisher will pick it up. So if it disappears, hopefully by then I'll have captured you with something else. If it isn't picked up I might consider posting the edit. It's a lot better than the draft you're all raving about. 

And on to the main event!

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Mira stood staring into the darkness of the cave, her white shift blowing slightly in the breeze. She was average in all ways. She had average brown hair, average brown eyes, average weight, average height, average intelligence, and average bravery. She was just average. She had been dreading this moment since she had watched the first of her sisters commit to the path. She was the last of this generation. Mira wasn't sure if it was better to have lived a longer life dreading what would come or if it would have been better to have died first and lose what little time she had been given. 

The ceremony was almost over. He was inside the cave waiting for her. 

She had him pictured as some kind of vicious, desperate creature. The druids had kept him around for centuries and she could hear the lessons she had been taught since she was a child running through her head. Mira had even helped to teach the new generation of girls about him. She went over the lessons in her head as she waited for the high priestess to be done with her speech.

Rillan Tiernay was created to protect and serve the circle. He was a guardian, an assassin, and a vampire. Each generation a group of girls was picked to be sacrificed to his thirst. This was his condition for his loyalty. He had come to despise what he was, but his self preservation instinct was too strong for him to kill himself. Each girl given to him was there to feed him until she died or asked him to kill her. Then she was replaced by another. Once she was sent into the caves she could not leave and only came to the gateway to collect the supplies that the druids left nightly. Rillan left only when there was an assignment from the druids. Every girl who entered the cave believes that maybe she will be different. Perhaps she won't want to die. Most last several months. The longest was ten years. The girl who had gone before Mira had lasted three weeks. 

Mira looked up from her thoughts to find that the high priestess had stopped speaking, and everyone was waiting for Mira to finish the ceremony. They were patient and stood quietly. Mira didn't know how long they had waited for her to realize it was her turn. Now as she looked around she was more afraid of what was to happen to her then she had thought she would be. The lessons were all so cut and dry; so matter of fact. This is what they had to do to survive. If not for Rillan their circle would have been found, and they would have been destroyed long ago. The sacrifices were all voluntary. The girls went to him as a service to their people. She couldn't stop her mind from churning.

Mira walked forward. The moon was high in the sky and blood red. It cast an eerie light about the clearing beyond the gate. She stepped through the tall, rusted iron gateway, and she heard it creak as it swung shut behind her. The sound of the gate lock clanking sent a jolt though her and the last of her courage seemed to have been locked on the other side. She looked into the darkness beyond the mouth of the cave trying to see if he was watching, but she couldn't see anything. The little light that touched the mouth of the cave seemed to be swallowed into the black. In all the times she had delivered food or other supplies to the cave it had never seemed this ominous. 

The clearing in front of the cave mouth was unkempt. Unlike all the other gardens kept by the druids, this one was off limits. It was for her to take care of, if she wanted, as long as she never stepped past the gate. There was the carved stone alter at the center of the clearing in front of the cave mouth. That was where he would leave her body after her death, so that the druids would know that it was time for a new sacrifice. There was the table where they would leave food for her and any supplies that she requested. There was the stone basin where letters could be left. She was never to speak to anyone but Rillan from now until her death. It was as though she was taking inventory of her new life as she looked at each cold thing in the clearing in turn. She could almost feel loneliness creeping up on her from the shadows cast about her like a demon in the dark. 

Mira turned around to see if the others were still watching. There was no one. The gate had been locked and she was standing alone. All that was left for her was to enter the cave and find him. Her eyes traveled the twisted metal archway that she had studied so many times in the past. Now it was backward as she stood on the wrong side of it. Finally.

She took a deep breath and walked toward the cave mouth in a resolute fashion. Her breathing was purposeful and audible. Best to get this over with. The breeze blew her shift around her legs. There were rumors that he would insist that she walk about naked after he took her. That was why the sacrifices didn't bring clothes with them into his home. The dirt floor was packed hard and her feet made a soft padding sound as she entered the darkness. Mira lifted the front of her shift so that she wouldn't step on it as she stooped under a low ceiling in the tunnel and continued further into the darkness.

Rillan must live like an animal in here, she thought. The stone wall was cold and damp under her hand as she used it to guide her way. I wonder if he'll come get me or if I'll wander in here for hours before finding my way. The least he could do is provide some light. Mira was beginning to become frustrated and more frightened. She couldn't see in the black and she was tripping on either her shift or loose stone. Suddenly there was a swishing noise. Like something flying and she screamed. She fell to her knees and a stone bit into the palm of her hand. 

Mira held her wrist and turned to sit on the floor with her back against the wall. What if I took a wrong turn or missed some sign. The tunnels were rumored to be endless so that no one could find Rillan should he choose to not be found. It was a test of the new sacrifices. The girls were supposed to find him to prove that they were worthy. Some test. Stumbling around in pitch black, down caves with no end, looking for something that I don't want to find and doesn't want to be found. 

Mira began to cry. She knew that she had only been here a few minutes, five maybe fifteen, but it felt like forever. So she waited. She wasn't going to be fool enough to wander around in here. He could come get her if he wanted her. Without being able to see the moon or sky Mira couldn't tell how much time passed. Eventually she fell asleep leaning against the wall. 

When she opened her eyes Mira could see daylight streaming in from the entrance. It was only about a hundred feet away. She could have sworn that she had gone farther into the cave than that. She couldn't see any deeper into the cave than maybe fifty more feet ahead of her. Mira stood up. She didn't know why he hadn't come looking for her. He had to know that last night was the sacrifice. She was feeling foolish and guilty. Daylight chased away the fear, but now she was worried he would be angry at her for taking so long to come to him. She could see now that there was only one way to go. The cave went on into the mountain side in a straight line from what she could tell.

Gathering her courage she stood up and brushed herself off and then headed resolutely into the darkness again. This time she kept one hand on the wall and one above her head and in front of her, in case the ceiling dropped again. It wasn't long before the hall curved and the packed dirt changed to stone. She felt the difference under her feet. Mira bent down to touch the ground and found that it felt like stonework. Like a floor that had been made or carved. It certainly didn't feel like natural stone. She traced one pavestone with her fingers and then stood up again and followed the wall.

Farther down the cave and the wall changed under her hand. The stone went from feeling like a cave wall to feeling like a castle wall. Just like the floor, she thought. Now curiosity was winning out over all the other emotions racing through her. Mira moved more quickly down the hall. She wasn't afraid of the ceiling dropping again so she put her hand out in front of her like a blind man feeling for obstacles in his path.

When her hand ran across wood in the wall she stopped. Mira's breath increased as she felt the wood under her hand. There were slats that were held together by metal cross work and bolts. Then her hand found the doorknob. Her heart seemed to pound in her chest. She wondered if she had found him. That wasn't so hard, she thought with a strange, smug sense of accomplishment. She turned the knob and the door opened onto more blackness. "Hello," she called, but there was nothing. 

Mira walked blindly into the room. Her hands both held out in front of her, she walked straight forward a few feet. She almost fell over when her foot hit something with a loud thud that echoed out the door and down the hallway. She reached down and her hands found a crate. She felt around it and found that there were a number of crates along the floor. She was about to leave it and try to move around it, when it occurred to her that she may have found a store room. Mira pushed the lid off the crate and found it full of fabric of some kind. She crawled around on the floor groping about until she found another crate and pushed the lid off that one. This crate contained jars. It is a store room, her thoughts raced excitedly. When she ran into a wall she felt her way up and found shelves. One at a time she carefully felt her way along the shelves. There were books, small boxes, small jars, more fabric, paper, scrolls. Finally she found what she was looking for, a lantern. There were several lanterns on that part of the shelf. 

She pulled down one of the lanterns and felt the weight of it. She guessed it already held oil in it. Now she needed some tinder twigs. She felt her way back to the small boxes. The first one held something small and round, the next something square. She didn't know what the things were but they weren't tinder twigs so she moved on. She found a box of straight pins and a box of spools of thread. She was about to give up when she found the tinder twigs. They were in a small box almost directly under the lanterns. She smiled and shook her head as she took one of the think wooden sticks out of the box and felt for the striker. 

Mira paused as she held the tinder twigbox in her hand. The lantern was ready. She'd finally be able to see where she was going. It was strange, but a funny kind of fear pulled at her stomach again. She had been so obsessed with what she was doing that she almost forgot why she was in this dark place. Suddenly it felt as if she was being watched. He could be right next to her and she wouldn't know it. Her mind raced irrationally as she imagined striking the tinder twig and having an evil face appear in the light staring at her. "Hello," she called meekly into the dark. Maybe I don't want to see, she thought.

"Get a hold of yourself," she said out loud. The sound of her voice was comforting. Mira struck the tinder twig and lit the lantern. To her relief, when light flooded the room, all she found were opened crates and shelves of stored goods. If she didn't know better she would have thought she was in a castle storage room. Not in a cave, deep in a mountain, looking for a vampire who would inevitably drain the life out of her. Not that the idea of being in a castle wasn't strange either. But hell, where else would a vampire live, right?

Mira took another deep breath, held the lantern out and left the room. It was much easier going now. The light gave her confidence. It turned out the rumors were correct. There were quite a few halls that criss crossed, now that she was in the manmade section of the tunnels. How am I going to find him? She asked herself as she looked down several hallways. Other than that first door she hadn't seen any others. She tried listening carefully down the halls for some noise but didn't hear anything. "Hello," she called down one of the halls a bit more loudly than she had before. Her voice echoed back toward her. So she called down one of the other halls. Again her voice echoed back. When she called down the third hall it was different. "Hello," she called again. There was no echo here.

"Something has to be absorbing the sound," she said aloud. "Furniture, maybe." Mira gathered herself and headed down the hallway. There were doors in this one. She opened the first door and held up the lantern. The room was a library. There were books lining shelves. There was a chair and a table. There was a large assortment of papers and writing things on a small desk. There was a rug on the floor and a pile of crumpled papers in one corner. Mira stepped back into the hall. "What kind of vampire collects books," she whispered.

She closed the door behind herself as she continued to walk down the hallway. She found the cause of the lack of echoing. There were tapestries on some of the walls down this hall. Mira started to open another door when a sound caught her attention. At first she thought she may be losing her mind. There was clanging. Metal clanging. Sword fighting clanging. She followed the sound of metal crashing against metal. It was all so strange. This was never covered in the lessons, she thought. The clashing noises became louder as she walked down the hall. When she came to the end of the hall the sounds stopped. She stared at the large carved, wooden, double doors that filled the end of the hallway. There was light streaming out from under the doors. 

Mira's stomach churned. She hadn't eaten breakfast and she could feel bile rise in her throat. She wished that the clanging would start again. The silence was dreadful. Finally she reached out and turned the handle on the door. It was well worn and smooth. It released easily and the door swung silently in letting light fall into the hallway from the multitude of candles in the wrought iron chandelier that hung from the high ceiling. 

Mira didn't really see him at first. She was looking for a monster. Some pale, gaunt, angry beast that would fall on her and drain the life from her body. What she saw was much different. Rillan Tiernay was tall, built like a warrior. The stories had described him as noble and brave. But that was before he was turned into a vampire. Mira, like those who had come before her, had believed that the man of legend had changed when he was turned into a bloodsucking assassin. Obviously she was wrong. He had dark blue eyes and black hair. His skin was tanned dark, not pale at all. He was wearing leather armor and there was a sword leaning against a dummy that was dressed in armor as well. It was holding a shield and looked severely battered. He was handsome. He was larger than most of the men were in her village. But legend had it that he wasn't originally a druid, nor was he from her village. He had been a warrior of the Celtic clans before the Romans had assimilated them. He had come to the druids seeking a way of vengeance against the Roman conquerors. 

Just as she was measuring him, he stood measuring her. She knew what he would see. She never thought of herself as anything special. What was worse; she had been wandering around in the dark and had fallen on the ground. Her hand was scraped up, and she hadn't a hair brush or a chance to wash before this meeting. "Come in girl." His accent was strong, as if he barely spoke the language. "You've been more resourceful than most of the others. I believe you are the first to actually find a lantern and get here without being lost in the labyrinth for a few days."

Mira found herself annoyed by the comment and almost forgot she was afraid as she answered. "Do you find it amusing to let us grope about in the dark, frightened and lost for several days?"

Rillan walked toward her. His purposeful strides made her wonder if this was it. He was going to bite her. She let out a yelp and fell back into the door, dropping the lantern on the floor with a clatter. When he reached her he stared into her eyes searchingly. His expression was hard and icy and his cold blue eyes seemed to look into her soul. When he replied to her question his voice was low and warning. "No, I don't find it amusing. But I do find that after a few days alone in the dark even, my company is looked upon as a welcome alternative. Usually when they see me after the darkness they don't jump in fear. Like you did."

Mira felt a little ashamed. "I didn't- I mean I'm not-" She stared into his eyes as he stood over her and tried to find the words to explain why her lessons hadn't properly prepared her to take on her duties with more strength than she had shown.

He cut her off. "I'm used to it." As he spoke he leaned in and breathed heavily. Mira got the impression that he was smelling her. When he pulled away his pupils seemed to bleed into the rest of his eyes until they were solid black. Then he blinked and it was like she had been seeing things.

"I'll show you where your room is," he said. Then he turned and went back to the dummy wearing the armor, picked up the sword, and walked out of the room. Mira took a moment to collect herself and then followed him out. She almost forgot the lantern. As he disappeared into the darkness she grabbed it and then hurried to catch up.

She followed him back down the hallway she had come from. He opened one of the doors that was toward the very beginning of the hall. It led into another hallway that was lined with more tapestries and doors. As he led her down the hall she tentatively asked, "Is it always this dark in here?"

Rillan abruptly stopped, turned around to look at her, then he grabbed a candle off a sconce on the wall. He tossed it to her. "These are your quarters. This hall and these rooms. There are candles. You can light them if you wish, but the rest of the chamber is mine. There it is always dark." With that he turned around and led her to the door at the far end of the hall. Pushing the door open he walked into the room and crossed the floor to a fireplace that was against the far wall. He picked up a tinder twig and walked back toward her. Rillan used her lantern to light the twig and then tossed it into the fireplace.




Mira



As the fire spread light and warmth through the room Mira realized how cold she had been to this point. "Explore the rooms in this hall. You'll find a small store room. There should be everything you need to feed yourself or make clothes. It'll probably take you a while to bore yourself with what's there. If you decide you need something I can be found usually where you found me tonight." With that he turned and appeared to be leaving.

"Lord Tiernay," Mira started and almost didn't finish the question when he turned to look at her. "Um, what about you?" She spoke slowly and was trembling a bit as she did.

"You're not ready yet." Then he left, leaving her staring after him dumbfounded.





Mira



"Yes," he replied, simply. With one more sweep of his hands, he pushed the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders and few inches down her arms, effectively locking them in place and exposing more of her chest. One arm slid around her waist and held her body to his. He placed the other hand over her heart, to touch the place where her pulse had quickened while he kissed her. Warmth spread outward from beneath his fingers. Her skin was soft to the touch. Rillan leaned down again, placing small kisses around her jawline and down her neck. 

Mira felt Rillan's kisses like the fluttering of butterflies against her skin. When his hand moved from over her heart, to caress her breast, she sighed. He hooked fingers into the bodice of her dress, and one nipple was caught between the cool, slender digits. It swelled, becoming a hard nub, and pressed against the fabric of the dress. His fingers tightened around that nub, squeezing and pinching. 

She was so distracted by that pinch, Mira almost didn't feel the sharp teeth pierce her skin just above her breast. She cried out in surprise and pain, but he couldn't stop. After piercing pain where his teeth had entered, she could only feel Rillan's mouth moving against her skin. It was like a long, slow kiss. Even this is gentle, she thought, idly. I wonder what it tastes like. Time nearly stopped while he took her blood from her breast. Mira lifted her hands to his head and her fingers stroked into his hair. 

His fingers had not stopped squeezing and twisting her nipple. It was a strange combination of pleasure and pain. The bite and then pressing lips and stroking tongue on her flesh. The pinching and fondling of her breast. Mira closed her eyes and listened as he made suckling noises at her breast. She heard soft moans and gasps as well, and it took her a moment to identify that they were coming from her mouth. When he released her breast, she could feel his absence. Somehow his taking from her had seemed completely right, at that moment. She was a little dazed. When she felt his lips press against hers she was surprised at first. Then she found herself wantonly leaning into the kiss. Her hands still in his hair urged him to go farther. She could taste warmth and copper and she realized it was her blood in his mouth.

Rillan straightened, and waited until Mira opened her eyes before speaking. "It's pleasure and pain," he said. "A very potent combination."

Mira agreed with a silent nod, watching him lick his lips of the fresh blood, in fascination. "I don't know what I expected." 

"You expected I would rip your pretty dress, and take everything you had to offer." Rillan sighed, disappointed. "You expected an act of violence. In a week, you might have gotten what you expected." He leaned down to where his teeth punctured her skin and tongued around the holes, lapping at the trickle of blood that still oozed. Mira shivered again, in pleasure. Her skin burned where his tongue touched her. "They do you and your sisters a disservice sending you here unprepared," he said in between strokes of his tongue on her skin.

Mira didn't reply. She couldn't have formed words if she wanted to. Besides, he was absolutely right, she had not been prepared for any of this. She had not been prepared for the darkness of the cave or how lonely she would feel. She had not been prepared for his gentle touch. She had definitely not been prepared for the arousal she was now feeling. Her arms reached for his neck, wanting to hold him to her breast. Rillan's fangs caught the edge of her dress and pulled down, freeing both breasts. He took a ragged breath before taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking. 

Shrugging her arms out of the sleeves, Mira reached for Rillan. She found the ties to his shirt, and tugged. The knot untied and a portion of Rillan's chest was exposed to her touch. Mira traced a fingertip down the center of his chest and found the next tie, just above the buttons of his vest. In her haste, she pulled a little harder than she intended, ripping the fabric of the shirt and popping one of the buttons on his vest. She didn't hear the sound, there was rushing in her ears, like water. All she noticed was that it was easier to remove both the shirt and vest at the same time, pushing them down around his arms as Rillan had done with her dress.

Rillan raised his arms to circle her waist, not realizing that she hadn't quite finished with his shirt. His muscles flexed and the sound of ripping material was too loud for either of them to ignore. For a moment, they both stopped, a little surprised. Rillan released her nipple from his lips, looking down at his shredded shirt and bare chest. "You're stronger than you look, girl," he said, smiling. Then he laughed. It rang through the cavern, and echoed in Mira's ears. The terrible intensity which had been constant in his expression broke with that laugh, and she couldn't help but smile along with him.

"Lord Tiernay, are you mocking me," Mira asked, coyly pushing her lips down into a frown. Rillan licked his lips and grinned at her. A day ago, the sight of his fangs bared like that would have scared Mira almost to the point of running from her duty. But now, she grinned back, laughing with him as he shifted his weight to sweep her into his arms and swing her around to the bed. He laid her down gently, and pulled her dress completely off her body. He took only the care needed to make sure the dress didn't tear as he removed it, then tossed it away into a corner. As he finished undressing himself, Mira closed her eyes and waited, not exactly comfortable, but not frightened anymore.

She could almost feel his gaze on her skin. He was watching her chest rise and fall, listening to the shallow breath. Rillan still hungered for her blood, but he wanted to taste the rest of her first. He knelt at the edge of the bed, and spread Mira's legs apart. Bringing his face close to her foot, he licked the heel. Mira felt his tongue tickle her insole, then gasped when the warmth of his mouth engulfed her big toe. He sucked and licked that toe, then the other four before dragging his tongue up the inside of her leg. Rillan stopped just short of her sex, then repeated what he'd just done on the other leg, again starting at the toes and teasing his tongue up Mira's thigh.

Rillan stared at the pink folds as he raised his hand to spread the lips. With one finger, he barely stroked the nub at the top of the long slit, causing Mira's body to writhe. Her fingers clutched the silken blankets in anticipation. Rillan trailed his tongue along the inside of her thigh and down into the dip just beside her sex. He listened to her moan hungrily as he worked his way with agonizingly slow strokes closer and closer to her center, He took his time liking her outer lips and then dipping into the valley beside the soft folds of her vulva. Her clit protruded proudly from its little hood and quivered, begging him to suck on it.

Rillan delighted in the sounds of her pleasure. There was something about still being capable of pleasing her that made him feel less of the beast he believed himself to be. Each time his tongue touched her gently needy moan erupted from her lips. He wasn't even sure she realized that she was making the sounds. But he never wanted her to stop.

Her sex dripped with desire and Cullen finally gave in and let himself taste her. His tongue dipped deftly into her center. In one long stroke from her core to her clit she came for him. Rillan watched as Mira's body trembles and her breath caught in her chest. He sat up to stare at her face and reached down to tease her swollen clit as she convulsed. Her back arched up off the bed and her hands gripping the blankets.

When the waves of pleasure subsided she stared up at him in wonder. He smiled as he looked down into her eyes. Mira wondered at the fact that the smile seemed so superficial. He wanted more of something. She sat up and stared into his eyes. She blushed a bit under his gaze. Rillan reminded himself that the minute she saw the other side of him she'd beg for death as all the others had. He had given up thinking that the next would be different a long time ago. Enjoy this moment, he said to himself. She's sweet and willing. She believes she can save you right now. Let her, enjoy her. 

Mira couldn't even begin to imagine what caused the emptiness she saw when she looked into his eyes. But she desperately wanted to do something to change it. She reached up to touch his face and he closed his eyes, leaning into her hand. Then his hand came up to the back of hers. "Make me feel like that again," she asked timidly.

The smile came back to his mouth and he turned to her hand, kissing her palm, before pushing her back down on the bed. "As you wish," was all he said.

Rillan knelt between her legs and took his hard cock in hand. He groaned as he squeezed the shaft in his grip and then stroked the head up and down her slit. He watched her watching him. Her eyes were wide with uncertainty. He lined his cock up with her virgin entrance and pressed himself tentatively against her, looking into her eyes. Mira's body stilled and she whimpered. She closed her eyes and grabbed the bed sheets again as if to brace herself for his next movement. 

Rillan took a deep breath and then forced himself past her maidenhead and into her body. She whimpered beneath him and her face contorted with the pain. "Relax," he said gently and stroked her hair from her brow. He held himself above her, half his length inside her and waited for the fluttering walls of her sex to calm and adjust before pushing the rest of the way in.

Mira moaned as she felt him completely sheath himself in her pussy. His hand reached between them and his fingers began to dance on her clit. As pleasure began to seep through her once again she reached up for Rillan. To his surprise she pulled him to her and began kissing and nibbling at his lips. When her hips began to move beneath him, Rillan pulled his hand away and began to rock against her.

Mira stopped her kisses only to moan her appreciation of the slow gentle strokes he was torturing her with. Rillan took his time making love to her. He gave her whatever she seemed to want, alternating from kissing and suckling on her lips, neck, or breasts. He let her hands guide him over her body as he thrust into her in an agonizingly slow dance. When she came for him again he closed his eyes, pulled back from her lips and pressed deeply into her. As he felt her pussy convulsing around his shaft his body tightened and he flooded her with his own release. He held onto the sensation for as long as he could, gently thrusting into a few more times as the last of his molten heat spilled into her.

Rillan breathed heavily, as he braced himself on his elbows above her. When they both came back to reality, he stared into her eyes as if to say that he wasn't quite done yet. One more test for my brave little one, he thought. This had sent more than one completely compliant girl running from his rooms.

Mira stared at him uncertainly. The look on his face didn't match what they had just done. It was so contradictory. His touch and manor so gentle and giving and his eyes were so cruel and distrusting. Then his face changed. The handsome warrior seemed to distort, his skin paled and his eyes turned completely black and cold. In the darkness it was as though she was looking into empty sockets. The fangs that had frightened so before grew again and seemed to fill the whole of his mouth. Mira lay completely still as the monster she had feared took form on top of her. 

Rillan waited a few moments as she took in the harsh reality of his horrific features. When she didn't begin crying or trying to escape, he leaned up on one arm and pushed her head to the side. The vampire opened his mouth wide allowing her to see not just two delicate fangs in his mouth, but numerous long, angry knives jutting from where teeth should have been. Rillan leaned down toward her neck, holding her head so that she wouldn't move and cause him to harm her. A tongue much too long for his mouth snaked out and laved along her neck, searching for a pulse. Mira trembled but her resolve held firm. Rillan was amazed as he felt her relax beneath him. When he put his mouth over her pulse, she took in a deep breath. As he bit down a soft whimper escaped her lips, but she didn't cry out.

Rillan drank to sate his hunger. He tasted her warmth again and as it flooded through his veins his body felt the heat that only came with feeding. Mira lay still. The room spun around her and she began to feel very tired. She could still feel him inside of her and the tired drifting feeling was accompanied with a gentle pleasure from where their bodies were joined. Mira moaned at the memory of what he had done to her moments before and pressed her hips against him as he continued to drain her body. Then the darkness settled over her and she lay still.

Rillan sat back and looked down on her motionless form. She was paler now that he had drained her. She slept softly. It was a rare thing when he considered keeping one of them with him while she slept after the feeding. As he thought about her hips pressing against him while he drained her even after she had seen his face there was a little piece of him that wanted to hope.

Anger quickly took over his mind. He was annoyed with himself for letting her get to him. Mira was just as frightened by the others. The girl probably just had a more lascivious side to her than the others had. Growling, he got out of the bed and pulled on his breeches. He left his tattered shirt on the floor. He went to the corner of the room where he had thrown her dress and grabbed it, tossed it across her body and picked her up off his bed.

I'll have to lock my door in future, in case she goes wandering again, he thought angrily as he carried her to her own rooms. He muttered and fumed the entire way there, not knowing why she had gotten to him so badly. By the time he had reached her bed his temper had cooled somewhat. He laid her down with a reluctant gentleness and stared at her a moment. Rillan laid her dress across a chair nearby and then returned to her side. He carefully pulled the blankets of her bed back and covered her. He took the time to brush her hair from her face and arrange her in the bed so that she looked comfortable. He felt like he was looking for excuses to stay near her.

Rillan started to lean down to kiss her cheek. It had been a long time since a girl had managed to spend a first night with him without running from him, no matter what time he spent preparing them for it. Anger hit him again and he pulled himself away. He stormed from her rooms, slamming doors behind him. Give her time. She'll be like all the rest, he told himself. 

When Rillan reached his own room he slammed the covering for the shaft closed. Dawn was approaching, he could feel it. He couldn't believe how much time he had her here. When he crawled into his own bed he could still smell her on his sheets. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, allowing the nightmares to come for him as they always did.

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Okay, as it sits this was just a one shot deal. I've got no future plans for these two. Just warning you.

But I hoped you liked Mira and Rillan… I'll add them to the list of fun couples.

You guys are all soo cool with the comments and the feedback and the sticking me on the favorites lists and stuff. You have no idea how much I love the fact that people like reading my stuff! I can keep it up as long as you like. Or at least I'll try to…

Thanks to Meegs, she played a small part in a middle portion or two!!

Votes, feedback, comments, * favorites* lol I can't believe that one! Talk about natural high! 

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Mira



The feel of the hot water rushing down his back was the second best thing Chase had felt all day. He rolled his head back, letting the scorching water cascade down his hair and shoulders, dripping onto the girl kneeling in front of him. A groan escaped his lips as he rolled his head down so that his chin rested on his chest. Looking down he brushed her hair out of the way to get a full view. She made slurping sound as she looked up at him and smiled. 

"Loren, that feels so good." In the back of his mind, Chase knows he won't cum, too much was on his mind, and the blowjob was yet again just another routine stop on their dead sex life. "You know what, you can stop now, and I think I jerked off too much today." 

As he was getting out of the shower, Loren touched his shoulder, "I still have to wash my hair and shave my legs." 

Chase nodded, knowing that meant that he was supposed to 'wait in my room cause I have to take another 2 hours in here for no reason' in Loren speak. Wrapping one of Loren's fluffy, pink, emasculating towel around his waist, Chase walked out of the bathroom and toward Loren's room.

"Mira?!" He called out. With no response, he walked into the room examining his bare feet and tossed his towel on Loren's bed. Hearing a sound, Chase looked up to see Loren's roommate Mira, dancing around the room with her ipod blaring and her headphones tucked into her ears. 

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Mira came back from class frustrated and annoyed, stripping out of her constricting clothes. She'd assumed Lo was in the shower, noting that her towel and caddy were gone. Clad in only a camisole and tiny boy shorts, she tucked her ipod into the small of her back and put in the headphones. Blasting music, she tried to unwind, stretching and going into a few yoga poses before breaking out into dance moves. She could literally feel the stress of the day evaporate. It wasn't until she turned that she saw Chase, sans towel standing naked in the doorway. She tugged her headphones from her ears, draping them along her neck. "I'm so sorry Chase, I had no idea you were here," she replied. She tried to keep her eyes on his face, but they inadvertently drifted lower.

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Mira was a very interesting girl to say the least. Though he didn't like to admit it because he considered himself a very faithful and loyal person, Chase had always felt an attraction to her. He couldn't figure out if it was her unique looks or if it was her unique personality. All he knew is that something about her always turned him on. Now was no exception to that matter. Upon seeing Mira, dancing around in her tiny clothing, his already half-mast cock began to rise again. Chase cursed himself for having thrown his towel all the way onto Loren's bed. Standing there with nothing to cover himself with he replies, "Yeah, I called your name to see if you were in here, but I guess the earphones would drown that out." He shifted awkwardly trying to cover himself with his hands, not doing a very good job of it.

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Her eyes locked onto his hard penis, "Is Loren still in the shower?" she asked, hoping her roommate wasn't about to appear and assume Chase was trying to get with her. Although Loren had an interesting rule that as long as she didn't have vaginal intercourse, it wasn't cheating, but if Chase looked at another girl it was unacceptable. Loren was known for her double standards. Mira licked her lips, absorbing the view. She'd always had a thing for Chase, since he started dating Loren the previous semester. She believed that he was too good for such a high maintenance drama queen. A throb started low in her abdomen, a reaction from Chase's rising erection, from seeing his body in full view it as she'd always imagined it, if not even better. There was always a nagging thought in her mind that she should try to get closer but she would never hurt her roommate. At least not on purpose or without reason, that is. 

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Still attempting to hide his growing problem, "Yea, she's doing her hair and shaving her legs, so she'll be another 2 hours." he responded, more calmly then he would have though. He noted the fact that she did not make comment about him being naked or make any motion to throw him the towel that was right next to her. With his curiosity burning the back of his mind, Chase relaxed his stance and crossed his arms instead of trying to cover himself. You want a view, here it its, he thought to himself, as he looked her up and down. Though it revealed a lot, he had seen her wearing less before, just by chance. Whenever he slept over at Loren's, Mira would change before going to bed. He began to think that maybe she did it on purpose. Regardless, he liked that she didn't mind showing some skin. 

Smiling at her he adds, "So, weathers nice huh?" 

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Mira cracked a smile. "Trust me, I'm enjoying the view. It must be warm where you're standing, you looked flushed". Mira was not terribly shy to begin with, but if Chase was okay with her gazing upon his body; she was taking advantage of it. She made no move to cover him up, even though the towel was within her reach

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. Chase's smile widened as he listened to Mira's taunts. He shifted his weight again and shook his head. He knew that Mira was confident but this took things to a whole new level. He stretched out his arms just a little bit, causing his erect cock to bounce a little. The curiosity finally getting the best of him, he decided to see where it would go. Loren had her own rules, but she wasn't a dictator. If it was okay for her to do everything except intercourse with someone, he could flirt with her roommate.  

"You know, sorry if I'm a little embarrassed. It's not like you're the one standing naked in the middle of the room," he said, trying to throw a taunt back at her. 

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"I'm not sorry, but if you want your towel, it's here," she retorted. She had a feeling this could end badly but there was another part of her that knew it could be amazing. Mira waited to see his reaction to her baiting, if he would take the initiative, because she wasn't going back now.

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Chase frowned. He could see that Mira either missed what he was trying to do or was acting like she did. He stopped to think for a minute. There was only a week left in the semester and he and Loren had been standing on already shaky ground. He was not proud to think it but, what was the worst that could happen? Loren did things with other guys and blew up when he said he didn't like it. He knew she would have a fit if he happened to do something with another girl, but she was the one who made the rule and he was going to take advantage of that. 

Looking back to Mira he replies, "To be honest my comment about you not being naked was intended to see if you would get naked too." He gave her a small smirk and started to walk towards the towel. "But I'll take your reply as a no, unless..."

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Mira knew exactly where he was going with his naked comment, but wanted to see if he really wanted to risk his relationship with Loren. She didn't want to be "that girl" but she had a hot, naked guy at her command.

"Oh, that's what you were insinuating, I apologize," she teased, snagging his towel out of reach. "If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask."

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Chase feigned a shocked look as Mira pulled the towel out of his grasp. He leaned back on the bed, his erection jutting out proudly. He put one hand on his hip and the other scratched the back of his head. 

"So that's all I has to do this whole time?" he asked mockingly. "Well then, come on, I think you might just be all talk."

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Mira laughed at his dare as she set her ipod on her desk. She watched his expression as she pulled the straps of her camisole off her shoulders. She toyed with the hem teasing as she revealed some of her stomach before tearing it off, full breasts bare

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Chase arched an eyebrow at Mira as she gave him a little striptease. He stood up straighter at the sight of her bare breasts. He had only seen her topless once before and that was from behind. The sight was everything he had hoped it would be. She had a great rack, full breasts, dust pink nipples that were already tight from arousal.

"Ok, that's all well and good, but my cocks out too. I think you may be forgetting something," he added, staring pointedly at her panties.

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"The whole point of the strip tease is the tease," she reminded him. She turned her back, wiggling her ass, pretending to have a difficulty removing her underwear as she shed the last of her clothes. Mira dropped them to her feet and kicked them off before facing him. "Is that okay for you Chase?"

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Chase crossed his arms and put one hand on his chin, pretending to be in great thought. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy. He noted the wet patch on the underwear she had just thrown off. Looking back up at her he took in the view of her naked body.

"So, now that we are both naked what should be doing? I mean, I guess I did just dare you to get naked too. Why not play truth or dare? Or maybe just dare?" He finished the sentence with a devilish grin. 

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"How about we cut the games and get to the," she paused before adding "point of things?" At this point, Mira was too hot for whatever antics Chase had in mind especially since Loren could appear at any minute. 

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Shrugging and smiling, Chase walked over to Mira.

"I see that we are a little antsy to get things going. And what exactly do you think the 'point of things' is?" As he spoke, he slowly positioned his lips closer to hers. He slipped past them without a touch and he put his mouth next to her ear saying, "Something like this?" He grabbed the back of her thighs and threw her onto her bed, pulling her ass to the edge. Without warning, he plunged his face deep into her crotch, making sure to cover every inch of her wet lips with his tongue. Wondering what type of surprised expression Mira would produce from his actions, he looked up past her legs. 

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The way he causally tossed her on the bed absolutely thrilled her. Having him take charge, going down on her with such enthusiasm and expertise, she had to be gushing. Mira anchored herself, tugging at his hair, instinctively pushing his tongue deeper into her pussy as he alternated between teasing her clit and exploring her wet hole. She'd never been eaten out like this before, although it was rare to even have a guy be considerate enough to venture there with anything but his cock. 

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The first thing Chase noticed when he plunged his face deep into Mira's pussy was the smell. The intoxicating aroma turned him on to a level he had never thought was possible. Next was the taste, sweet yet unique all to its self. He found that he could not get enough of her, pressing his tongue as far in as it would go. He loved the feel of her fingers running through his hair. It excited him even more and caused him to want to please her even more. He found himself lost in between his thighs, lost in his actions. 

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Mira squirmed on the bed; unfamiliar with the intense sexual response she was having with Chase between her legs. She pressed her thighs against his face as he flicked his tongue across her clit. She moaned when he focused his mouth on the nerve-filled button, thrusting two fingers into her sopping pussy at just the right angle. His tongue was gentle enough, just the light touch that made her crazy. It would not take much more before she came.

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Chase continued to bury his face in Mira's crotch. Her warm, smooth thighs held his face in close as he toyed with her clit with his tongue and fingered her at the same time. He could feel her pussy walls tighten and hear her breath catching in her throat. Though he wanted to go even harder, he kept the same rhythm hoping to get her off as best as possible. He continued to play, his fingers near impossible to move from the amount of squeezing she was doing with her inner walls

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The pressure in her built until she shattered sending Mira into convulsions, unable to breathe. She came so hard, the edges of her vision blackened and she could only feel her orgasm flood her mind. She didn't know how long she lay there in the post orgasmic bliss, Chase continuing to nibble and glide his tongue along her inner lips. Mira consciously swallowed, her breathing still ragged, saying, "That was by far the best orgasm I've ever had."

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Chase lapped up Mira's juices the result of her intense orgasm. She tasted so sweet, he wouldn't mind staying like that all day. He loved that he was able to bring her to such limits with just his tongue and two fingers.

Looking up Chase replies, "I'm glad I could help you out in that department." Smiling he gives her pussy on last lick before standing up. His cock now bulging and ready for action. He looks from her eyes back down to it.

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Leaning on her elbows, Mira patted her hand on the bed next to her. "Why don't you come up here and let me take care of that for you?" Watching him lick his lips from her juices, Mira really wanted to kiss him, to taste him for the first time, with her juices on his tongue.

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Chase climbed up on the bed. He saw the look in her eye and could guess what she wanted. 

He got his face close to hers a whispered, "Want a taste?" He rubbed his tongue on her bottom lip. Teasing her, he backed away quickly and lay down on the bed. 

"What did you have in mind."

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Mira gazed at him, smiling mostly to herself, half wondering how they got to this point. She traced her finger around his inner thigh, grazing across his smooth ball sacks. 

"Well, Chase, since you look so irresistible, laying there, I can't help but indulge myself." She met his gaze. "And I do plan on indulging myself." A whisp of a thought about her roommate disappeared as she knelt between his legs. 

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Chase liked her forwardness as she examined the view from her position. He liked her head peaking out over his cock, her dark hair caressing his body. She moved slowly, savoring each experience. Her lips grazed along his thighs, nipping just enough that he could feel it in his cock. She hadn't touched his penis yet and he was already using all his control to hold back. 

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Mira loved his cock. She loved that it was thick and slightly curved. How each ridge was pronounced, the smooth head, perfect. He was uncircumcised which she thought was fascinating. Licking the underside of his balls, she watched his muscles tighten. Carefully she fit his left testicle into her mouth, sucking gently, running her tongue over it before moving on to his right one. 

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Her expression, concentration, fascination and lust was enough to send him over the edge, but Chase wanted to experience the way she went down on him more than anything he could think of at the moment. She sucked his balls, licking along the length of his penis maneuvering her tongue in different patterns against his inflamed skin. 

"That feels so good Mira," he murmured as she sucked on the tip of his cock. 

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Mira smiled around his cock in her mouth, flicking her tongue along the edges of his cock. She deep throated him, without warning sucking on him with frenzy. She loved the way she struggled to fit him in, how he unconsciously thrust his pelvis, forcing her to relax her throat or choke. She pulled back enough to catch her breath before bobbing up and down on his cock, mixing up deep throating with licking and sucking. 

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The variety and enthusiasm of Mira going down on him was enough to send him over the edge. 

"Im going to come," he managed to gasp out, trying to move her off him. He assumed that like Loren, Mira would be disgusted by semen, hating the taste and texture of his cum. Mira stayed latched onto him, increasing the intensity of her motions. No matter how he tried she wouldn't move, until the first shots of cum splashed against the back of her throat. Chase groaned at the exquisite feeling of releasing a load of cum into Mira's hot mouth. She milked him dry, licking him clean as he laid back on the bed. 

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Mira swallowed all his cum, loving the taste of him, loving watching him take his pleasure in her. She leaned over to kiss him. 

"You taste delicious," she said with a grin, laying next to him. 

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Chase looked over to her. 

"So do you. That was really fantastic," he replied. He liked her lying next to him, until he remembered Loren. 

"Shit!" he muttered jumping off the bed to throw something on. "I forgot Loren." 

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Mira got up and tossed a dress on, spraying a few spritzes of Febreeze. Neither one of them wanted to confront Loren, not even after the amazing exchange she and Chase shared, at least for the moment. Everyone knew Chase and Loren were on the quits, just waiting for that last straw. Mira hopped back on her bed as Chase adjusted his belt and sat on Loren's bed, lounging. 

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Chase glanced over at Mira, innocently gazing at a book. 

"Do you want to grab something to eat later tonight?" he asked looking for an excuse to hang around her without Loren. 

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Mira smiled at him. 

"I do need some help with studying. I hear you're pretty good with showing people what they need," she added. Loren wouldn't think anything of it, after all, Chase was a friend of Mira's and there was no reason to think there was anything going on, regardless of the fact that there was something going on. 

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"Sounds good," he replied as the door opened, Loren waltzing in wearing her towel. 

"Oh hey Mira," she said setting her things down. 

"Hey Loren. I was just telling Chase that I was having a difficulty studying for one of my exams," Mira replied. 

"You two should study together," Loren said immediately. 

"You'd be okay with that?" Chase asked, a little surprised at how readily she answered, as she strategically pulled her clothes on beneath the towel. 

"Sure, I mean it's not like you two are having a secret tryst," she muttered. 

Chases exchanged a glance with Mira adding, "You're right, that's ridiculous." 

"Then it's a date," Mira replied with a smile. "A study date." 

"Great," Loren said. "Hopefully you'll be able to work things out." 

"I'm sure we'll be fine," Chase replied. He knew that Mira was looking forward to their 'study date'. Now if only he could figure out what to do about Loren, than he'd be ecstatic.



Mira and Alicia: College Roommates



Mira was my roommate in college. I had such a crush on her, but I couldn't tell her that. She worked as a waitress in one of those college hangouts where the girls wore tight blue jeans and low cut tops. The first time I went there to eat, and she was working, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had always known that Mira was pretty, but decked out for this job where the prettier and flirtier you were, the better tips you made, I could tell that Mira was raking in the dough. Or at least she should have been.

Mira was by far the curviest waitress in the place. She had large amazingly curvaceous breasts. The kind that earns your boyfriend an elbow in the side, because he can't help but turn and look. She also had hips. Not wannabe hips, but real knock me over, knock me out, put Jennifer Lopez to shame hips. She was not a skinny girl. No, she was a fine full-bodied woman. She had long dark hair, and wide dark eyes and round cheeks that dimpled when she smiled. She was at once cute, beautiful, sexy and pretty.

As roommates we were pretty familiar with each other, feeling comfortable changing our shirts in front of each other and stuff like that. Mira usually wore a very basic and serviceable plain bra in cream, black or my favorite, brown which matched perfectly against her skin. Even without sexy underwear, Mira's breasts looked amazing.

My own breasts, which I had always considered to be big enough at a C-cup seemed insignificant when I looked at hers. I was filled with a mixture of envy and arousal. And then, guilt. How would she feel if she knew I was having these thoughts about her? How would she feel if she knew that every once in a while when I was masturbating, thoughts of her sometimes popped into my head? And when they did, they were so sudden and so satisfying that I found myself coming almost immediately?

Soon, I started thinking up fantasies that involved her right from the start. Each time I felt a little less guilty, but still strange for the first few minutes each time I saw her again. She was friendly, and even flirty sometimes but I know that she was at heart a traditional girl. She didn't come to college to experiment with her sexuality, but to get a degree and an education.

I don't remember quite how it happened, but a friendly conversation turned to the topic of masturbation. "How often do you do it?" she asked me rather bluntly.

"Uh- I- uh," I stumbled and stuttered. I could feel my face turning hot and bright red.

"Oh- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you," she apologized. "I just meant, well- how much do you think is too much?" Now she was the one to look embarrassed.

"I don't know, I guess I never really thought about it. I don't think there really is a too much is there?" Now I was starting to wonder- maybe I was doing it too much.

"Well, sometimes I'll do it more than once a day. That doesn't seem obsessive to you?"

"Not really," I mumbled, thinking about the three times before lunch that I had fingered myself that day, and thinking of her no less. "I've heard that at least one orgasm a day is best for optimal health."

At this we both laughed like a couple of silly school-girls, which we were, more or less.

"Well, I've heard that there are different ways to do it," I told her loosing some of my shyness. "Which I just don't understand."

"You don't?"

I shook my head. "You do?"

"Yeah, you can- Well, tell me how you do it and I'll see if I can explain another way."

"That's just the thing. I don't know how to explain it. I just do it, y'know?"

"Well, um- you could show me," she suggested tentatively.

I blushed beet red again. "What do you mean?" I asked, thinking surely she wasn't saying what it sounded like she was saying.

"Well, you know. Show me... Do it. I mean, just so I can see your method."

"I don't know. That seems really, uh, personal."

"Oh, you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable."

All of a sudden it was like I had a hot air balloon floating in the sky, and it just sunk back down to earth. I hadn't realized how much I really wanted to do it until she gave me such an easy out. I just didn't have the guts to admit that I wanted to.

Then she said, "I promise, I'll be totally professional. Like a doctor."

Could it be, that she really wanted me to do this too- or was she just trying to help me out? I knew that if I backed out now, I'd never have the guts to do it.

"Ok, but- just close your eyes while I get started. Then when I'm a little more relaxed you can look."

She shut her eyes up really tight and I slipped out of my jeans shorts and already damp cotton panties. I laid back on the bed, shutting my eyes and reached down between my legs. I was so nervous, I felt that any minute a priest was going to come barging in the room yelling, "Sinner! Sinner! Repent!" But of course, no such thing happened. I wasn't even Catholic, and didn't know any priests. Still, it made a powerful visual, and it was difficult to relax.

I reached down to find myself surprisingly dry, probably from fear and embarrassment. Timidly, I brought my middle finger back up to my lips and sucked it past my lips to wet it. I brought my now wet finger down between my thighs and felt myself shiver at my own touch. I heard Mira inhale sharply but quietly as if surprised by her own reaction.

A faint smile played across my lips as I worked my finger around in a circular motion over my clit, my breathing becoming slow and deep. I worked myself into as much of a state of arousal as my nervousness allowed me, squeezing my eyes shut and ironically trying to forget that Mira was in the room, after all the times that I had imagined that she was there with me as I touched myself this way. It proved more difficult that it would seem. For the evidence of her was all around. The sound of her breathing, the smell of her perfume and her shampoo, the knowledge that her eyes were upon me.

To make matters worse, she spoke to me, encouragingly. "Good, now show me how you make yourself come."

I tried, I really did. I scrunched my face up and squeezed my eyes closed real tight. I tensed my legs and willed my climax to happen. "I can't," I finally said feeling defeated. "I'm just too... too-" the word failed me.

"To inhibited?" she asked me gently. Yes that was the word. "It's ok, here, let me show you another way, like I promised. Maybe that will relax you some."

I doubted it, but I sat up and grinned sheepishly. Done with being watched, now to watch.

Mira was more brazen than I could have been. She leaned back against the wall and parted her legs, looking at me with a friendly smile the whole time. She seemed to have no shyness or insecurity about her body at all. Her hand went down, curved upward and two fingers pressed into her waiting slit. I gasped at the ease with which her body accepted her and her utter lack of timidity as she pumped herself to a breathless climax.

After she recovered she said, "So you see. There is more than one way to do it."

"Uh, yeah, I see that now," I stuttered. "Um, how is it that you were, uh, so uh..."

"You mean, how was it that I wasn't embarrassed or anything to do that in front of you?" she asked, continuing to smile at me brightly. I just nodded.

"When I was in High School, me and a group of friends used to get together and watch our parents pornos that they thought they had hidden. And we usually ended up masturbating. We got pretty comfortable with it."

"Wow, so you guys mast- er, um all did it together?"

"Sometimes, yeah. Not like we were lezzy or anything. We didn't have some big orgy, we just masturbated in each other's presence. Kinda like we just did."

I turned bright red at the realization that she was right.

"If you ever need to relieve yourself, you don't have to be shy about it because of me," she added. Had she heard or seen me at night when I thought she was sleeping? The thought was too much to bear.

"In fact," she added. "I could kinda go again. Care to have a contest?"

"Contest?" I asked bewildered.

"Yeah, you know, see which one of us comes first? Or which one could last longer."

"I'd do better at the second one," I laughed uneasily.

"Ok," she said brightly. "Ya wanna?"

I blushed even harder.

"You do," she teased, "You just don't want to admit it. Come on. On the count of three. I dare you!"

It's not like I can't turn down a dare or anything but I just felt that there was no way to back down without embarrassing the both of us even more.

"One," I said wearily.

"Twoooooo," she tauntingly drew out.

"Three!"

And we were off. I reached down between my legs, sitting up this time, but looking down at the bed. From across the room, I heard my room-mate moaning loudly as if to taunt me further.

"Oh! That feels so good!" I realized that the object of the game was to last the longest so this must be the way you make the other person loose, but I just couldn't do it. And even though I didn't want to admit it, I was enjoying Mira's sexy voice as she egged me on.

Mmm, Oh yeah. Touch yourself, Alicia. Doesn't that feel good? Don't you just wanna come right now?"

I felt a sharp tingle run up and down my right leg. I was close. So close. She had said my name, my beautiful sexy room-mate had said my name while she was touching herself. And I had been so close to climaxing from the excitement of it.

She seemed to sense that I was close. Perhaps she had seen me twitch, or maybe she just knew her game.

"Oh Alicia, it feels so good! Look at how wet I am!"

I continued looking down at the bed beside me, studying the pattern on my comforter, stubbornly refusing to lift my eyes.

"Come on Alicia, look. I won't tell anyone," she chided me.

Again, my name. I was so hot now I let myself go. I looked up to see her hand, working at her clit in the same circular motion that I had used. Her head tipped back, eyes closed her lips slightly parted.

"Oh!" I cried out. My body tensed and I started to come, uncontrollably. "Oh yeah, Alicia, that feels so good," I heard her murmuring. My climax was long and hard and amazing. For a few minutes after, I just lay there, my head feeling fuzzy unable to think or even feel shy.

As my breath slowed and my senses came back to me, I heard Mira laugh. "I win!" she announced gleefully.

Leave it to me to come first when trying not to. I sat and stared in awe as Mira finished herself off loudly and wildly, thrashing about on the bed as she did so.

After that, we had 'contests' on a semi-regular basis. I grew more comfortable bringing myself off in with her in the room, and even with my eyes opened, either looking at her face or even watching her hand work over her equally beautiful snatch.

What happened next, was the most surprising and amazing part of the tale yet. One day as we were about to begin one of our contests, Mira flashed me a gigantic smile and said, "You know, there are still other ways of doing it."

Now I was confused. Other ways? What other ways could there possibly be? For a minute, I thought she was going to suggest that we stimulate each other for a change and an electric thrill ran up my spine. I pushed the thought away, unable to face how much I liked the idea.

"Like what?" I asked coolly, trying not to appear to eager or too inexperienced- although she obviously knew about my inexperience, I didn't want to draw special attention to it. I already felt like a major child compared to her.

She reached between her bed and the wall and produced a hot pink object, long and thick and shaped like a phallus on both ends. She showed me, with a wicked glint in her eye, how it could bend in all manner of directions. She stretched it out for me to touch, but I drew back. "Take it," she encouraged me. "Feel it's texture. Don't be scared." Her voice took middle ground between gentle coaxing and chiding dare. I couldn't refuse her, although I felt self-conscious and suddenly shy.

I reached out to take the thing in my hands. "It's a jelly double dong," she informed me nonchalantly. I slid my hand over the ridges, built to feel like the veins of a real man, hungry with want for a woman. Mira giggled at my timidity about the whole affair, and so I feigned at boldness to cover for my true feelings, and to hide my embarrassment at being so inexperienced. "The jelly inside is what makes it so flexible," she tutored me. I fought back the rising blush to my cheeks, but not before she again noticed my bashfulness and giggled once more.

"Slide closer to me," she said sliding back on her bed so that I could sit in front of her. My panties already lay on the floor, and my skirt was bundled up around my waist. My shirt, too was tossed aside and my breasts pulled out of my bra cups so that I could tweak them now and then at Mira's command. 

Mira sometimes would give me suggestions while we were masturbating ourselves, she told me that she loved it when she'd tell me to do something and I would. I rarely ever refused her, for fear that she would think me a silly little girl and stop all the play. I knew that Mira was much more sophisticated than me, especially when it came to sex and I couldn't bare the thought of her thinking of me as a frightened little bunny, ready to bolt at each new idea she would introduce, although I sometimes felt like that. Each time I steeled my courage and complied with her suggestions. I had to admit, that her ideas so far had always led to a new and pleasant experience, and a greater awakening of my own understanding of myself.

Once again, I followed her prompting, and positioned myself directly across from her on her bed. She too, was scantily dressed having slid out of her tiny and damp shorts minutes ago, and thrust the bottom of her shirt up over her head to reveal her lacy half-cup bra and full sweet breasts too me. Mira was fearless in a way that I wished I could be. In a way that I felt I was always trying to make up for not being. Lucky for me I had her to push me, to make me go to the places I longed to go, but couldn't on my own.

"Let me show you how you use this," she told me. And for the first time in all of our days of viewing each other in such private and intimate moments, she reached out and touched me. With just her thumb, she began to make a circular motion over my clit. I flinched just a bit at her touch, and she softly shushed me as she continued to stimulate me gingerly. I couldn't believe the jolts that shot through my legs, at this, her most gentle and unexpected touch. She put the pink head of the jelly dong up to my lips and pressed. Self-consciously I took it into my mouth, wetting it with my tongue and sucking on just the head. "It has to be wet, and so do you," she explained as she fed me the pink monster. She seemed to derive a real pleasure from watching me give a fake blow job to a sex toy. Sure enough she giggled again. "You're so good at that, Alicia. I'd love to see you do it for real sometime." I blushed all kinds of red at that, but I also gushed a tell-tale wetness between my legs.

Mira pretended to be shocked. "And I believed you when you claimed to be so innocent! Look how we you are now!" and she punctuated it by reaching down to my wet slit and pressing two fingers inside me. She gave them a little wiggle, as if she were honestly reprimanding me and brought her fingers up to my lips.

"You're wet enough now," she told me, removing the cock-head from my mouth and replacing it with her own fingers. "Just taste."

My own damp musky flavor, brought to me by my beautiful and adventurous friend, a female of gorgeous proportion with an almost hypnotic control over me. I let the taste linger on my tongue, until she quietly whispered that I should suck. Instinctively I followed her instruction.

Now she put the dong between my legs, where her fingers had been. As she pressed it into me, I let a moan escape. I had never felt anything like this before. Mira spread her own legs and pressed the other head of the dong up against her own opening and pushed. Using the one hand that was not feeding me my own juices, she rocked the thing back and forth. As it went inside of her, it slid away from me. And as it plunged deeper into my womanly folds, it looked as if to escape from hers.

She whispered softly to me, as we shared in this delight. She said my name over and over again, and assured me that what we were doing was ok and not to be afraid. "It feels good, doesn't it Alicia?" she enquired. When I wouldn't answer, she asked again, more insistently, until I moaned my agreement.

"Yes, Mira. It feels wonderful."

We were moaning and carrying on as she pushed the implement so forcefully between us. "Slide closer," she told me, "I want a tighter fit."

My legs were overlaid on top of hers and I scooted in, letting the pink toy delve deeper into my snatch and hers. Barely a hand's length remained between the two of us, yet still my sexy dark-haired friend managed to thrust the fake cock back and forth between the two of us.

I had cleaned her fingers and so she put her arm around my waist as if to draw me still closer. I could barely accommodate a tighter fit than what was already accomplished and so I simply bent my upper torso toward her and let her rest her chin upon my shoulder. Her free hand now went up behind my head and I went crazy with shivers as she stroked my hair so lovingly. And then she whispered in my ear, the words that I had been afraid of hearing. The words that, nevertheless I had been hoping for, for longer than I cared to admit.

"I want you, Alicia. I always have. Kiss me Alicia, please. Don't turn away my love."

What could I do? I had no want to hurt her feelings. I could never imagine rejecting her in any way, so great was my fear and had always been my fear that one day she would reject me. I brought my hand so tentatively around her waist and letting my eyes flutter closed, I lifted my chin, raising my lips to hers.

Only barely, our lips touched. It took only a moment to realize that this was what I wanted and to let go of my last vestiges of fear and doubt. My tongue darted out now, searching for hers. A softer more gentle touch I had never known, it was the first time that I had ever kissed a girl and the contrast of what I had been accustomed to was sharp. My desire for her burned brighter than ever before, as if all of the kisses I had given to boys were just practice. Before, I had always thought that I knew passion, but I had been sorely mistaken. Nothing in my limited experience could compare to this.

Our mouths closed over each other, lips conforming to each other, kneading, pressing so urgently. My pussy felt as if it would soon explode from the tension and pressure of the jelly toy entering and exiting, sliding over my slick parts, and her hand, Mira's hand each time, banging against my mount. Our kiss, this marvelous introduction to the mysteries of woman brought the sensation to a new level of intensity. Like a freight train rushing recklessly into a brick wall, I felt my climax approaching. Time seemed to stand still for the build up toward this wondrous orgasm that swiftly hastened though my body seemed to last forever and ever. And then all at once, we exploded together, so loudly I fully expected someone to barge through the door and demand to know what was going on.

Well spent, we collapsed against each other, still entwined but unable to move our tired limbs. An uneasy tingling traveled across the surface of my flesh as my awareness began to return to me. "Did you mean it?" I asked, afraid to open my eyes.

"Look at me," she pleased. My hazel eyes looking hopefully into her dark brown ones. "Every word, and more," she assured me petting my hair softly. "I hope you feel the same."

"I do. I do- of course I do." I felt as overwhelmed then as in the moment of my climax. Something so new, so foreign and yet amazing was beginning for me, for us. I didn't know what all of this meant, or where it would lead- I only knew what I felt and what I wanted which was to lie here like this in her arms, my lovers arms, forever. 




Mira and Alicia: College Roommates



Authors Notes: I would like to thank all of you readers who give me feedback and encouragement and of course, votes. If you are a female reader and have a similar experience you would like to share with me, I encourage you to e-mail me, I would love to hear them. Maybe some of your experiences could make their way into a hot story on Literotica too!



Mira and Me



The following is a work of fiction. I do have a daughter, I did work on her computer - and saw a picture of her breasts on her computer. The rest of the story is fiction.


I was in between wives. My grown daughter was shacking up with her boyfriend - but he was deployed. I went to her apartment for a visit - just to hang-out. It was nice to hang out with Mira - she had always been a daddy's girl, anyway. Mira was tall - for a woman - and fairly slender. Not much in the breast department - but, you know the old saying - any more than a mouthful is a waste anyway.

I know ... a man shouldn't think about his daughter that way. But, it's her fault. You see, she asked me to look at her computer because it had been acting up. Right there on the desktop screen was a folder named 'private pics' ... an open invitation if there ever was one. I opened the folder and started looking at the pics in there. The earlier ones (sorted by date) were pretty tame. She was wearing lingerie - see through, but still covering the vital parts. As I progressed through the folder, it was clear she had gotten more bold. I looked carefully at the one where she was standing in only her panties - her breasts exposed. The next one, she was fingering the nipples of her breasts - and they were hard like little erasers. My cock started to grow just looking at this one.

About that time, I heard her come back from where ever she'd been. I quickly closed the picture - and the folder just as she walked into the room. I had her show me exactly what problem she was having with her computer and then we had some dinner.

The next day, I headed into the computer room after she'd left and when I moved the mouse, the screen saver went away - and the 'private pics' folder was already open on the screen. She had left it open - maybe by accident, maybe on purpose ... I didn't know. But, I knew I would have more time because I got an earlier start. I quickly started where I had left off the previous day - looking at the one where Mira was fingering her nipples and they were hard - like erasers. Once again, my cock started to grow thinking of the possibilities.

I clicked on the next picture. She had one hand on her nipple - the other hand was in her panties. I stuck my hand into my shorts to rearrange my cock as it was getting harder and harder. I clicked on the next picture - and she had her hand covering her pussy - and with the other hand, she was pushing her panties down. This was hot, hot, hot - I could see the blond curls around her fingers.

In the next picture, the panties were gone - and she was now sitting in the computer chair - the very chair I was sitting in - and her legs were spread out some. One hand back on her breast - and the other was clearly fingering her clit. I pushed my shorts down and started stroking my own cock while I clicked on the next picture. It didn't appear that she had moved - but the camera had been readjusted. This one was a close-up of her middle finger buried in her cunt. Her thumb on her clit. And a flushed appearance as if she was nearing orgasm. 

It dawned on me that she must have had a photographer taking these shots. And, based on the time-stamp, the photographer was NOT her boyfriend. To say I was intrigued would be an understatement. I clicked on the next picture.

The camera had zoomed in even closer. Her hand-covered pussy filled the frame. I was jacking my cock, furiously - as I clicked the next picture. It was clear she had achieved orgasm - there was an abundance of moisture on her fingers - and she had a flushed appearance. Her nipples looked hard enough to etch glass. I came all over my hand.

I had just barely gotten my self cleaned up when she got home - so, I didn't get to the rest of the pictures. But, I noticed that there were only two or three I hadn't seen, yet.

Imagine my surprise the next morning when I jiggled the mouse - the private pics folder was open again - and there were some new pictures that had been taken the night before. She must have gone into the computer room after I went to bed. I could tell by the hairstyle and the date stamp that they had been taken the night before. And - it was pretty obvious that these were all self-taken ... she must have used a tripod and timer ... and there wasn't a picture of any orgasm.

Was this a hint? Was Mira trying to tell me something? What should I do? Did I want to fuck my daughter? Is that what she wanted? How would I find out? What would be the next step?

What I decided to do was this - I looked for her tripod and camera. After I found them - I opened my favorite picture from the new batch. She was sitting in the computer chair completely naked with her knees hooked over the arms of the chair. The fingers of her right hand were holding open her pussy exposing her 'little man'. With her left hand, she was fingering her nipple - and it was hard.

I arranged the camera so that it would get a shot of me sitting in the computer chair - my cock exposed. And also visible in the picture would be the screen on the computer showing her picture. I stroked my cock until I got it hard - and then set off the timer - the picture snapped before I shot my load. I tried a couple of more times to get a cum shot - but never got a satisfactory one.

I copied the pictures from the digital camera onto the computer - in the private pics folder. Then, I opened one of these pictures of me - the best one, I thought, and left the room. I was watching TV when Mira got home. She told me she was gonna shower and change for dinner and disappeared down the hall. From the living room, I could not tell if she went to her bedroom or to the computer room. Based on what happened next, though - I think it was probably the computer room. I was watching TV when I heard the shower start. Then, a few minutes later, it stopped. About 10 minutes passed - and she was still back in the back of the apartment - when I heard her call out, "Daddy, come here, I need you!"

I quickly got up and rushed back to the computer room - she wasn't there, but had obviously been there. The computer was not on screen saver - and the picture I had left open earlier in the day was closed ... a different one was open. I backed out of the computer room and stepped to her bedroom door and went in. Mira was lying on the bed, naked. One hand on her breast - the other beckoning me to come to her. I asked, "Mira, are you sure you want to do this?"

She replied, "Daddy, I've dreamt of this day since - like forever. I never thought you felt the same way or I would have tried this years ago."

I walked to the bed and tentatively reached my hand for her breast - the one she wasn't covering. The moment I touched her nipple, my cock surged - she saw it even though I still had my shorts on. She said, "See - you want this as much as I do ... get naked and get in the bed with me, please, Daddy ... please!"

I set a speed record for getting naked. In only a second or two, I was naked and lying on the bed beside my beautiful daughter. I snaked my left hand and arm under her head - cradling her head in the crook of my arm and pulled her to me so I could kiss her. This was not some father-daughter kiss. It was one of the hottest kisses I'd ever had. Her tongue was exploring my mouth and doing battle with my tongue for supremacy. While we were kissing, I moved my right hand to cover her left breast - the one she'd been fingering when I came in the room. She moved her hand away - and it dropped on the bed. 

Her right hand was kinda scrunched between us on the bed. I felt her start to move it so I shifted back a bit so she could free it ... she used it to grab my cock and squeeze. She moaned, "Oh, Daddy ... your cock feels so hard and wonderful. I can hardly wait to find out how wonderful it feels."

I kissed and nibbled on her ear lobe. Then, the side of her neck and behind her ear. I slid downward on the bed a bit, and nibbled on her shoulder and then used the tip of my tongue to draw a series of lines down to her breasts. She started breathing quickly in a sort of pant - and moaned her pleasure when I first took her right nipple into my mouth. I nipped it with my teeth - and then rolled my tongue and teeth around her nipple - until it was hard as a diamond. She still had a firm grip on my cock as I shifted my weight so I could get my mouth on her left nipple. I treated it the same way - and got the same response ... then I started going back and forth between the two keeping her on edge - and keeping her nipples both rock hard.

I really wanted to taste her pussy but, I was really trying to take my time. I knew that the moment I touched her pussy with my cock - as worked up as I was - I'd probably lose it. I wanted to make damn sure she enjoyed it enough that we'd have a repeat performance. So, I took my time on her nipples - and kept my hands above the waist. I teased her nipple and belly button while taking turns with her nipples in my mouth. She was nearing orgasm - I recognized the signs from the pictures I'd seen on her computer. She squirmed, "Daddy, I've never cum with only breast stimulation, before ... but, I'm damn close to cumming, now ... please don't stop."

With this encouragement - what else could I do, but keep going. She was loving it - and frankly, so was I. She still had a firm grip on my cock - she was just holding it - feeling it in her hand. But, that was one of the most erotic feelings I've ever had.

When she got really close - her breathing got heavier and faster - her chest flushed ... I could sense that she was right on the edge. I slid my right hand down to her pussy - and just cupped her pussy in my hand. I didn't seek out her clit - or insert any fingers ... I just treated her pussy the way she was treating my cock. I just held it while I continued to suck and nibble on her nipples. That did it for her - as soon as my hand contacted her pussy lips, she exploded. I could feel the wetness her orgasm generated. She started to scream out so I covered her mouth with mine and captured her scream with a kiss. (Her neighbors knew her father was staying over - her screaming out in orgasm might arouse suspicion.)

As she started coming down from her peak she said, "Daddy - can I taste you, now."

What would you say? I know what I said, "Hell, yeah, baby - you can taste me, now. But swing that wonderful pussy over my face so I can taste you at the same time."

As I said that, I rolled over onto my back - and she started kissing her way down to my cock. She played with my nipples a little - sucking and nipping them as she continued moving down to my cock. When she got to my cock - she started with a little kiss right on the head. Stuck her tongue into the slit on the tip. Then took the head of my cock into her mouth. She lightly closed her lips around the crown of my dick and swirled her tongue around it - first clockwise, then counterclockwise. Then she started pushing her face toward my crotch - taking more and more of my cock into her mouth.

I reminded her she was supposed to be putting her sweet pussy over my face...so she paused a moment and swung her body around and straddled my face with her legs. She lifted my cock with her hand, arched her back, and ducked her head back down to my cock - taking it in as she went down. I could feel the head of my cock at the back of her throat. Then, she arched her back some more, stretched her neck out and took my cock all the way down. I could feel her nose on my nutsack for a moment - then she backed off till she had just the head of my cock in her mouth - swirling her tongue around and around the head. I warned her, "Mira - if you keep that up - one or two more times like that, I'll be cumming ... I'm on the verge, now."

To try to keep from cumming - and get my mind off of the terrific blow job I was getting from my daughter - I took her clit into my mouth and started sucking on it. This got her attention very quickly - and her mouth movements on my cock stopped for a minute. She sat straight up driving her pussy into my face. My nose was buried in her pussy. I kept nipping at her clit with my lips, tongue and teeth. She held my hips with her hands for balance and started rubbing her pussy on my face - harder, faster, harder, faster and then she came as she cried out. (I hope none of her neighbors heard her - her cry was the unmistakable sound of a woman cumming - hard.)

After she came - and as she started coming down from her high - I thought she'd continue the blow job. I was wrong. Apparently, she'd had enough of oral - she spun around and before I really knew what she was doing, my cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy. She drove her pussy down to my groin hard and started grinding her clit on my pubic bone. I raised my head and could see my dark pubic hair mingling with her blond curls. She didn't rise up and down - she just kept grinding her clit on the base of my cock - slowly riding me back and forth. Maybe she sensed that this was one way to keep me from cumming too soon. Maybe she was just working toward her third cum - I'm not sure - and frankly didn't care. My cock was in heaven. I've had lots of pussy in my life - been to swinger parties and such. Probably had my dick in 30 different pussies at this time in my life. This - my daughter's pussy - was the best feeling I'd ever had.

She leaned forward - raised up a bit, then drove her cunt down on my cock - hard. I thought this would be the beginning of the end, but, when she got my cock all the way inside her, she went back to grinding her clit on my pubic bone. I could feel her diamond-hard nipples on my chest - and she was nibbling on my neck, my chin - then she started kissing me - hard - with her tongue deep in my mouth as she kept grinding away down below.

She started panting directly into my mouth ... and as she got nearer and nearer to her orgasm, she started raising and lowering her pussy on my cock. She raised it till just the head was still in her pussy. Then she'd slam her pussy back down to the base of my cock - and rock her clit back and forth on my pubic bone a couple of times. Then start over.

This treatment had me on the verge - I was very close. I broke our kiss and told her that I was close to cumming. I reached my hands down to her hips and started guiding her movements. I'd raise her hips till just the head was in her pussy. Then, I'd raise my hips as I drew her down to meet my thrust. She'd grind back and forth a couple of times. When I thought I could take another thrust, I'd guide her hips upward again.

I used one hand to pull her mouth back to mine for a kiss. With the other hand, I was still guiding her movements ... this was it, I could feel it. Her face was flushed. Her nipples were harder than ever and they were digging into my chest. She raised up one last time - and on the down stroke, I could feel her pussy start to spasm her cum. I felt her warmth and moisture bathe my cock - and right as I bottomed out in her pussy, I shot my load - pulsing my cum deep in her womb.

We were both spent so we just stayed put - enjoying the feelings. Her face was next to my ear - and she said, "Unbelievable - absolutely un-fucking-believable!"

I couldn't speak, yet ... so, I simply nodded my agreement. We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time. It was probably only a few minutes. My cock went soft and I could feel our combined juices running out of her pussy and into my groin ... drippling down onto the bed, and still we didn't move. I felt her body relax - and realized that she was dozing off ... so I relaxed too.

When I became aware again, she was not in the bed. I called out her name - and she came in from the bathroom - still naked - and climbed back into the bed. I didn't think I was able to get hard again - so we spooned on the bed and went back to sleep.

The next morning - oh, wait ... that's another story.