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Noise

By: Nightmare87



Noise, it again rings in his ear. The babies crying, the Sergeant yelling, the masturbating monkey chirping in excitement. John screaming in the background. It's now 5:30 am. The radio continues.

"Good morning Arizona. This is the Morning Sickness with John Holmberg, Brady Bogan, Creepy E, and big Dick Tolido. First off I just wanna talk about something before we begin. And that is the subject of Obama. I'm just reading more and more and more about this guy who keeps popping forward about the uh Gay allegations against Barack Obama and just found another article..."

Beep, beep, beep. Click. 

With the alarm off he reluctantly gets up, turning to plant his feet firmly on the floor. Stabilizing himself for the moment he decides to stand. He wants to scream. The constant chatter in his mind is back again. He hates waking up. It's depressing to sleep in such a silence, so perfect for the short 7 hours, calm, content, but you have to wake up to this.

Gahhhhh! Errrrrrr... Ahhhhhhhhh! The banging feels like his eardrum wants to rupture, but sadly won't. It's been like this since he could remember. The never-ending noise, bothering him, distracting him. Slowly wishing he could just end it all. Wake up!

He almost falls when he first stands. He didn't remember telling his muscles to stand upwards. Creaking floors as he walks. Bones in his body clashing as the movement continues toward the bathroom. He never liked showers. Not that he didn't like being clean or have good hygiene. Imagine the sound of artillery shooting its massive round. It landing 20 feet away. Just the sound though. Not the power of the force knocking him out cold or ripping his body to shreds. It was always like this. Sounds amplified in the early morning. Not until he starts walking to school did sound go normal, but he would still have the constant chatter in his head. That never leaves. Only during sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Wake up!

It was like thousand rounds going off one after the other. Boom. Bang. Noise. He washes his entire body. He likes being clean. One of the things he can control. One of them at least. Not the chatter though. Never the chatter. Constant. More noise. Brushing his teeth. The small, tiny brushes grinding against his teeth. Scraping away particles, dirty, left over food from the night before. Yes, he brushes his teeth before bed. Gargle, gargle, spit.

Creak, clank, cling. Each stair steps making its usual sounds in the morning. Ugh, he thought. Will this ever go away?. Nope, not a chance, never ever.

His mother was already down stairs in the kitchen making him breakfast. Such a good mother. Always trying to help him. He told his mother at a young age of the chatter in his head. And how sounds were amplified 10 times during the first hour of waking up. Schizo, is what the "doctors" told them. Either borderline or what was it? Didn't matter; they were wrong. He knew! Knew it wasn't Schizophrenia. But he could not deny. The medicine did help lower the volume of the chatter in his head.

His mom spoke in a low voice. "Take your medicine." 

The plain taste of the pill. Chalky. He needs more water. He sits down. Hands over his ears. Wanting it to go away. Please God. Please. Frantic. Help me!

All in his head. His body didn't show what was happening though. Just a normal looking boy. At a young age of 18. He just sat there. Looking off into space. What? Huh? What are you saying?

"I said!" She immediately realized she was sort of yelling and in a low voice asked. "I hope you're not on drugs again baby."

"No Mom." Man he wished he were though. It helps keep his brain focusing on the noise. Keeps him calm and relaxed. Relaxing. Relax.

Errrrr...ahhhhhhh! The fucking screaming, piercing his head. He disliked that the most. He heard his own voice screaming in the background of his chatter. Begging to be put down. Pleading. Asking. Please stop. It was like listening to a song he knew. NIN. Eraser. From the CD Further down the Spiral. Listen to that. He thought. If wanting a small idea of what how it sounds in his head. 

Pop, suck, gulp. The pill made its way down his throat. Going to his digestive system. Breaking up. Enter his blood stream. Then to his heart when it will be pumped through out his entire body. Hopefully just his head. He wished it would all go there. Where?

The food was good, but he couldn't enjoy it. He could hear his his fork clang in his mouth when he deposited food from his fork to his mouth. Annoying. Distracting. Hopelessness. All done. Off to school. To school, to school we go. 

While he walks, the noise of sounds around him go back to normal. He laughs. Normal. Such a thing has no existence for him. Blah, blah, screaming, noise. Constant never ending noise! He looks at this watch. Twenty-5 more minutes before the medicine begins to help. Toning down the volume in his head. Like a dial. It's now on 9. Soon it should be at 4. He wants to rip the dial off. 

Footsteps at a running pace make more sound than just walking. The heavy weight being distributed though the body. The heaviness mostly going into the legs as it carries a body further and closer to him. The fact that the kid was wearing boots did not help. He could only imagine how that would have sounded like twenty minutes ago. 

"Hey what's going on?" It was Joe. Joe shmo. Joe blow. Joe, Joe. Hoe Joe. Leave...Me...Alone. He should be nicer to Joe he thought. One of the few people that actually likes him. Weird huh. The wind was picking up. Faster and faster it went. Blowing the trees leaves back and sway. Forth and sway. Sway. 

"Nothing, same ole, nothing." He left it at that. Perhaps if he didn't ask Joe what was going on with him. He just might leave. Annoy someone else. Go. Fly, fly. Didn't work. 

"That's cool. So you ready for our math test today? Did you study? I heard it was hard? What did you hear about the test.?" Joe asking more and more questions. Keep going Joe. You were on a role. Ask more. How about: What's your sign? Why do you have constant noise in your head? Are you crazy? Have you ever had sex? What do you think about the movie Happy Feet? 

Errrrrrrr...ahhhhhhhhh! More screaming. More and more and more and more and more... wait what was that? 

"Dude wake up." Joe is disappointed that he isn't being listened to. "Are you going to go to the party at Jake's on Friday. Crystal is going to be there." 

Too much at once. Party... Jake's... attending is the beautiful Crystal. What's today? 15th August. Not the date. 

"Um," HAHA! Yeah right. Go to a party. Hha. What was crazy Joe blow thinking?. "I don't think I can go." Joe just looks at him with a face that shows he doesn't believe him.

"Fine, I won't go. What does it matter anyway. Just an excuse for kids to drink, smoke, and fuck. I don't need a party to do that." Drink? Creates more chatter. Smoke? Depends on what I smoke. Fuck? Yes please. 

"Geez, what's your problem today? I'm just saying, you need to go out more. Cut loose. Have fun. Ya know?" 

We are sorry, but the party you are trying to reach has stopped caring about what ever is being spoken. Please leave a message.

They arrive at school. Back entrance. To the back. Doors open. Pencils ready. Paper down. Learn!

First Period. The teacher was the type who just talks. Just words and words. Like he needs more of that. Today class we are going to learn. Learn. We are going to learn about why America is the best country in the world. Why everyone else hates us. We are the biggest super power. Blah, blah. Political propaganda. America is great. They have no rules. Don't want to become a democracy? Bombs. Invades. Fucks up. Bombs. Leaves. Comes back. Takes oil. Leaves again. Don't want to trade with America? Take, steal. America wins. Don't have food because you're a third world country? We will send massive armies to feed. Here. Pop tarts. 

Today in his head will be playing... Noise! With screaming on vocals. Banging on drums. Screeching on guitar. Thumping on bass. Clicking on the maraca. 

Riiiiiiiiiiiiing! Time to transfer classes. He gets up walking out of the room. To his locker. Opens locker. Look. Gets French book. Watch out. Closes locker.

"Hey loser," the big tough football player decides to knock all of what he was carrying on the the floor. The steroid, small balls guy then pushes him into the locker. "Get out of my way bitch!"

Fuck off. The dilemma now was: To pick up the mess or not to pick up the mess. That was the question. For his books and stuff was all over the floor, but he couldn't care less. Pick it up. Just do it, but before he could someone else starts to. 

"You know you shouldn't let him push you around." The pretty girl speaking to him. Crystal. Neighborhood girl for most of his life 'til she moved last year. One of his only friends. Friends since early childhood. They used to bath together. Back when they were four. 

"Yeah right. I rather not get hulk smashed by steroid boy." He is just watching her pick up his stuff. Admiring her. He wants her. But no. She said that he was more like a brother than a lover. Too bad he thought. He could treat her better than any of her boyfriends. Especially her current one. The jerk. 

Short skirt. Long legs. Full breasts. Toned stomach. Wide hips. Firm ass. And oh so beautiful face. Light on the eyes. Scattered images of him being with her floods his mind. Her heavy breathing. Moaning. Moaning. Images gone. Too much noise. He goes down to help her. Her scent hits him hard. 

"Thanks Crystal." He says it softly. 

"Of course, I'll see you later in class." She walks away toward her boyfriend who was heading her way. Stupid jerk. Jerk. Jerk off. The boyfriend gets close to Crystal. Hugs her, feeling up her body. Grabbing her ass. The daddy's rich boy looks right at him. Wanting him to watch as Jerk Off feels up Crystal. She takes her hand and pulls his off her ass. She looks behind to see him watching. There was a small trace of guilt. Like she felt bad that he had to watch that. Embarrassed and humiliated he turns away leaving the two of them to their ass grabbing. Fucking jerk. Jerk. Jerk off. 

The noise has faded. Slightly in his mind. Wanting to full break into a lid noise, but the medicine stops it. 

Second Period. The exciting, fast paced life of math. Numbers, numbers on the wall. He sat in the back in this class. This teacher was just a bad one. Rarely did the class do anything except busy work. Five pages of math, then the rest of the class is free time. He studies the problems. Answers once he is confident he has the right answer. With the busy work done. He tries to calm down his head. Sorta of a meditation. He can get it so the noise doesn't bother him. It doesn't go away but he is able to not be as bothered by it. Relax. Calm. Sedatives. That's what he really needs. Try to meditate. Take sedatives. Sedatives wear off. Take more. Resume meditation. Not at school though. Once he gets home. 

"Hey you're a boy. I have to ask you something." The girl in the front of him. Bothering him. Leave me alone please. I'm trying hard to stay relaxed. "So I like this guy. And I want him to like me. So would you rather have a girl suck your dick or let you stick it in her ass?" 

Thoughts of him being with Crystal floods his mind again. Nice thoughts. Thanks slut. 

"Hey. What would you like from a girl? Blow job or anal?"

Fucking A. This slut wouldn't leave him alone. Really want to know? Let him fuck your ass then suck him dry. Stupid slut. Whore. Wait. Not a whore. Whores fuck everyone. Sluts fuck everyone but him. He could feel her eyes staring at him. Waiting for an answer. He opens his eyes. 

"Look I could really fucking care less about your shallow, slutty, and artificial ways to attract the opposite sex to your meaningless needs. Do me a favor and leave me alone." He closes his eyes. He waits for the: O my God. Your such a ... whatever he is at the moment to her. But it didn't come. Good he thought.

Errrrrrrrrr...Gaaahhhhhhh! Fuck this screaming! Noise, noise, loud constant noise. He raises his hand. He tells the teacher he needs to go to the nurse to take his meds. He gets up looking at the slut girl who just eyes him with a mean look. Don't eye him. Slut girl is just upset that he is right. He is right because she is a slut. Down the hall and to the left. The descending stairs leading him to the nurse. Make a right. Door on the left. Room 203. He goes to the nurse asking for his pills. More medicine. Every four hours. Hurry please. Move fat ass and get the pills in the locked cabinet. Head is going crazy! Blah, noise, thump. The constant noise of a screeching. With its different tones. Slight pauses. She hands him two pills. Chalk. Pop. Water. Gulp. He lies down on the cot beds. Curtains around each one. Killll meeee! Chatter. 20-five minutes. Until the chatter starts to fade again. 

The bell rings again. Time to transfer to the cafeteria. He gets up. The random sounds still bothering him. Why? Why me? For what reason? He gets in line for a chicken wrap. It's the only thing that he could enjoy. Everyday. Chicken wrap, water, chocolate chip cookie. He finds a table away from other people to try to enjoy his food. He wants to sleep. Only then will he get peace and quiet. Crystal sits down with him. 

"Hey, Sorry about earlier." Crystal was apologizing. What? Why? Oh. Right. 

"Yeah, you know he does that on purpose." 

"Why would he do that?" 

Well, let's see. He knows that we hang out. And it's obvious to everyone except her that the guy you're eating lunch with likes her. And Jerk Off knows that. So what does a jerk off to do? Rub it in his face! He could picture Jerk Off laughing at him. Showing off Crystal. Touching her. Kissing her. Where is a gun when you need one? Himself, not Jerk Off. He doesn't answer. Just continues to eat his food. Maybe silence will get have her realize. She just looks at him. What? Stop. She won't be able to read him enough to understand what he is thinking. He barely knows himself half the time. 

"Well anyway, how have you been lately?" She decides to drop it. Good.

"I've been OK I guess." 

The two of them engage in small talk. Two 3rds into lunch she notices her boyfriend, Jerk Off. Standing at some table with a couple girls. It would be innocent enough if Jerk Off weren't given a piece of paper. He tries to secretly put it in his pocket without anyone to notice. He knew Crystal was watching him.

"I've been thinking he's cheating on me." 

He stops eating his cookie to look at her. Was that a question or a statement.? Assuming it was a question. 

"Why do you think that?" He said it in a semi sarcastic way. He looks at Crystal. She is waiting for reassurance that he is not. But he won't give it to her. She is better off without him. This is his chance.

"I've told you before. I could be a better boyfriend." There he said it. He just watches her. Looking for a sign. Just say something. But before she could. Here comes Jerk off to wreck the day!

He sits down. She doesn't even ask about the note. What does that mean? She kind of ignores him. Jerk off tries to make small talk. Asking how they both were. Upset that Jerk Off will ruin the answer.

"I'm trying to eat. Thanks for understanding." He laughs inside. His head chatters laughter. The noise is becoming faded. Crystal puts in a little bashing at Jerk Off too. 

"Yeah and another thing, you need to stop groping at me. It's disgusting." With that she gets up and leaves. Jerk Off just watches her walk away, confused, distraught. He looks at Jerk Off and just winks at him. A sudden rush of anger overwhelms him. Anger that wasn't directed to anyone. But just the emotion anger. He never felt anything like that. Jerk Off must have noticed because he also got up and left. Heading towards Crystal. What the fuck was that? The rush subsides. Odd. The chatter in his head is trying to break though that invisible wall of medicine that's stopping it from being louder. The bell rings.

Third period. French. Comment la rime pleurer? Comment puis-chatteur chanter sous le bruit? Gémissements du bruit! Le nerf romains diplômés une égratignure. Pourquoi ne chatteur blesser le récepteur? Comment contrôlera près émotions? Fille pas sur sa faim. Manger merde. Bruit, Bruit, différent.

School... is out... for... the...weekend! He gets out of French. Goes to his locker. The noise is better now. Not so much of it. He puts his books back in the locker. Close. Slam. Now what? The party is tonight? Today is Friday? It was Joe.

"Hey, so you going to go?" He wonders if he takes a stapler hits it against his forehead with a note attached that read: NO! Would that be enough to get him to understand. Fuck parties. He had better things to do. Right? Read, watch TV, sleep, porn. All good choices he guesses. 

"Joe, listen carefully...no." I do not like party shows. I could not...Would not. I don't like them in a box. I don't like them with a fox. I don't like them in a house. I don't like them with a mouse. I don't like them here or there. I don't like them anywhere. I do not like party shows. I do no like them Joe blow. 

He got outside through the back entrance. The sun beaming down on his skin. It was hot. Very hot. Time to go home. To home. Off to home we go. He just kept walking. Getting closer and closer to home. He needs to be home. To calm down. Relax. Breathe. Noise. Constant, bothering, never leaves noise!

Kill me! Kill me! Please! Dammit, he thought. Why can't it just leave me alone?. He got to his door, opening it quietly. His mother usually takes a nap around this time. Poor mom. Single. Works a lot. Doesn't have much time to herself. Such a good mother. He tries his best to make things easier for her. He gets on with his usual choirs. Garbage, chatter. Dishes, noise. Dusting, screaming. Yelling. His mom comes down the stairs.

"Awe Thanks sweetheart. What are you plans for tonight are you going to..." No! I'm not going to the fucking party. "...go out to Sedona?" Oh. Right. The mall. 

"Um yeah. I think that's what I will do. Can I take your car?" That was right he was going to go to Sedona. The drive was nice. He could just stare out into the desert. Driving the windy turns. Listen to soft music. Mozart, or Beethoven. Just him and the car. He likes going to the mall there. It wasn't too crowded but it was nice. He likes the just watching the waterfall that fell in the middle of the mall. Trancing it was. 

"Of course you can. Have fun. And here." She went over to him and opens his hands. She places something in his hand then closes his hand. "Don't look at how much. Just take it and get yourself something nice. For your birthday. Its coming up soon and I don't know what to get you." With that she gave him a kiss on the cheek and went back upstairs. To the car.

Once he got in he opens his hand. There laid 400 hundred dollars. Sweet. He puts the music on. Helps calm down the noise. Relax. Relaxing. Drive. 

I-17 for a long time. A much long needed drive. The red desert. Greeting him. Accepting him. This was nice he thought. The chatter was there, but he could deal with it. Relax. Drive.

Honk! Fucker. A stupid guy cuts him off. What was the big rush? The chatter starts up. Focus is lost. Lost again. Son of a... He then honks at the car in front of him who just cut him of. Yeah like that? Too bad someone didn't rear end you. He honks again. Beep! Honk! The car ahead didn't like it so much so the guy slams on his brakes. 

Five. He notices the red on the brake signals. The tires screeching. Marking the pavement. 4. He cuts the wheel to the left. Onto the left lane. 3. The car ahead is still braking. The guy must be pissed! 2 He gets out of the way of the braking lunatic. Guy in the car still braking. Didn't the guy see he moved? One. Here comes a truck! A satisfying crunch is heard by his ears. The sound of a Ford Focus being smashed by a four-wheel drive, 2 ton, lifted truck. Haha. Serves you right. Poor truck though. Not his fault. Just a few hours gone from Truck's day. But he will be a few 1000 dollars richer because of him. The car is pushed hard to the right of the road. Much damage. Might want to call Allstate. Their logo. "Are you in good hands?" 


Noise



He gets to the mall. It's nice and quiet here. Just walk around. Look at stuff. What to buy? What? No wallet? Oh in the car. The car has it. Let's go to the car. Admiring the beauty of an open mall. No ceiling of glass or wall. Just pure sky. Blue Sky. 

Errrrrrrr......Ahhhhhhhh! Headache. Not like one he has ever experienced. Pain stopping. Heart failing. Muscle cramping headache. Fuck! Sharp, resistant agony. Gah! The emotions floods his head. Like a dam that just broke. Crushed under the pressure of water. Unable to control such an unstoppable force. Happiness, sadness, anger, guilt, remorse, fear, excitement, joy. So many emotions so little time. Too many. He felt his knees go weak. His body crumbles. In his mind he felt an explosive scream. Blackness. No noise. No chatter. Emptiness.

Where? He was laying down. Eyes won't fully open. Hearing voices. Not in his head. Chatter, yes. Voices were close to him. What were they saying?. Terrorism? An attack? What? He couldn't move. Muscles wouldn't listen. What to do? Doctors. Did he just hear the word doctor? Hospital. He was in a hospital. 

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I just want to thank amerks29hockey aka Allison for editing my work. All of my work. You're the best Allison! 



Noises at Night



I sat up in bed and looked around. The only thing I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears and my shaky breath. I rubbed my eyes and threw the covers off my body. I quietly got out of bed and tiptoed to my bedroom door. I cracked it open and peeked down the hallway. There was nothing but darkness and silence.

I knew that I'd heard something, but I wasn't sure what. I opened the bedroom door and walked quietly through the house, looking for anything out of the ordinary. I rubbed my bare arms and felt my nipples stiffen against the thin material of my tank top. Goosebumps erupted on my legs. This time of year, the days were warm, but the evenings were cool and my lack of clothing only magnified the chill in the air. As I looked around from room to room, I realized that the doors and windows were all locked and that nothing was out of place. I put my hands on my hips and took a deep breath. I must have been hearing things.

I shook my head and walked back to the bedroom. I slipped my naked legs back under our warm, white sheets and covered my legs. I sat in bed for several more minutes, just listening to the quiet sounds in and around our home. I sighed and laid back against my downy pillow. I stared at the ceiling. 

Zach had just left this evening for an overnight business trip. I reminded myself that he would be home the next day. I always slept better when he was next to me. 

I shifted around in bed until I was comfortable. I nuzzled into Zach's pillow and closed my eyes, trying to shut out my anxiety. It didn't take long before I started to doze off. 

Just as my body started to unwind and my muscles started to relax into our mattress, I heard it again. 

*CREAK*

My eyes shot open. I flipped over in bed, just in time to see a tall man, dressed all in black, standing over me. His face was covered and a black glove immediately slapped against my mouth, completely silencing me. I screamed into his thick, leather covered palm. My body thrashed against the bed, but he was too strong. Just his hand over my face was enough to keep me from moving much at all. I tried to twist my body from one side to the other. I tried kicking my legs against him and bucking my entire body off the bed. Nothing worked. He was too strong and I was too small. I quickly ran out of energy. I laid there, panting and trying to fill my lugs with air through my nose. 

Once he saw that I was somewhat subdued, the man lifted himself off my body a little. He reached into his pocket and pulled out 4 long black strips of fabric. He dangled them above my face.

"If you scream, you will regret it. Don't make me do something that I don't want to do. Understand?" he grunted.

I whimpered into his hand. He dropped the bindings and wrapped his hand around my throat tightly. A strangled gargle escaped my lips.

"I said: Do. You. Understand?" he repeated forcefully. 

I nodded frantically as his grip tightened around my neck. 

"Good girl." He lifted both of his hands off of me slowly. My entire body started to shake uncontrollably as I stared up at the masked stranger. 

"Sit up," he demanded. 

I was frozen on the bed. I couldn't move. Part of me was trying to figure out how to run, and the other part of me was so terrified that I didn't think my muscles would ever function again. I just laid against the sheets and shook violently. Hot tears spilled out of my eyes and down my cheeks. 

"I said to get up, Courtney!" he yelled.

He knew my name. My stomach dropped and I flinched from the anger in his voice. I sat up timidly, scooting backwards against the headboard. His gloved hand grabbed my right ankle and jerked me down the bed. 

"Take your shirt off."

I whimpered and shook my head. "Please...please, don't do this. You can take anything you want! There's a safe...in the closet. Take it. Or...or...my jewelry! Whatever you---" He immediately stopped me by slapping me across the face. My shaking hand covered the red mark on my cheek and I turned back to him. 

"I didn't come here for jewelry, Courtney. I came here for you," he said calmly as he kneeled over me. 

I closed my eyes. 

"Now," he said as he reached into his back pocket. He flicked open a long pocket knife. It caught the glare of the moonlight from outside our bedroom window. "Are you going to do as you were told and take off your shirt? Or am I going to do it for you?" he asked calmly. His composure was almost as unnerving as the fear of what was about to happen. 

I sat in the middle of my bed with this stranger kneeling over me, and I felt completely paralyzed. My chest heaved dramatically from my rapid breathing. Before I could even answer him, he grabbed the straps of my tank top and quickly sliced through each of them. He pushed me back onto the bed and gradually dragged the sharp knife up the center of my top, causing it to fall open against the bed. He nodded his masked head and ran the handle of the knife down between my breasts. 

"I guess we're going to do this the hard way?" he asked as he tucked the knife back into his pocket.

I closed my eyes as his hands grabbed my tits and squeezed them tightly. He pinched and rolled my stiff nipples between his fingers. The sensation radiated between my legs. It felt like my body was betraying me. 

Soon, I realized that he was completely engrossed in my breasts, so I took the opportunity and lifted my knee up between his legs. I didn't make direct contact with his scrotum, but it was enough to surprise him momentarily. I wiggled out from beneath him and crawled desperately off the bed and towards the door. Just as I scrambled to my feet, I felt his hands grab the back of my head and pull tightly on my hair. I screamed out in pain and he was forced to let go and wrap his hand around my mouth. 

"Bad idea, baby. Didn't I tell you that if you screamed, you would regret it?" he whispered breathlessly in my ear. I moaned into his hand as he dragged me back to my bed. He reached down and picked up a strip of fabric. He secured my hands behind my back. I pulled and jerked, but couldn't free them. 

"Please. You don't have to do this! Really...whatever you want. Just tell me!" I pleaded. 

The stranger ignored me. He shoved me down on the bed. My tits bounced heavily as he forced me back into the mattress. I stared up at him as he hooked his fingers underneath my white cotton panties and dragged them down my legs. I screamed and squirmed and tried to roll away from him. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, lifted his foot and pressed his heavy boot into my stomach to hold me still as he worked my panties off my ankles. Once they were off, he stradled my torso and forced open my jaw. He shoved my panties in my mouth, then secured it by wrapping one of the thick strips of fabric across my mouth. 

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" I squealed helplessly. In one last ditch effort, I started kicking my heels against his back. Each time he'd go to grab my ankle, I'd kick it and jerk it away. I slowly managed to scoot myself across the bed and roll off onto the floor. I tried to get to my feet. He just laughed, walked across my bed and stepped onto the floor next to me. Knowing that I couldn't use my bound hands, he kicked me gently and knocked me over. I was quickly running out of energy. I coughed into the gag. A thin layer of sweat was forming on my skin. I laid my head back against the carpet. 

I didn't know what else I could do.

The strange man just stood over me and crossed his arms. 

"Are you done yet?" he asked mockingly. 

His cockiness infuriated me. I glared at him and shook my head defiantly. I swung my legs underneath myself and got up on my knees to stand up. He kicked me down again. I fell back onto the carpet and tried to scoot away from him, dragging myself along the floor towards the door. 

"Baby, do you really think I'm going to let you leave?" he laughed. 

I didn't even look at him. I wanted him to know that I wasn't giving up without a fight. As I pushed myself along the floor towards the door, he walked calmly to the bed and picked up the next strip of fabric. He sat on the end of the bed and watched me work myself across the room and eventually, out into the hallway. I didn't have any idea of what I would do once I got out of the room, but I just wanted to get away from him. I heard my bed creak as he stood up and followed me out. 

I managed to back myself up against the wall in the hallway and scoot myself into a sitting position. Just as I started to slide myself up the wall, he shook his head. 

"Alright. Enough of this. Come on, sweetie. Back to bed." 

He reached down and grabbed me by the waist. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and walked me back to the bedroom. I started screaming into my saliva soaked panties, screaming for him to stop. I kicked as hard as I could against him and thrashed my body around, in a desperate hope that he'd drop me. He didn't. He slapped my ass hard, the leather of his glove snapping against my exposed skin. I cried out. He dropped me heavily onto the bed. 

I laid there and panted. I couldn't breathe. My body was burning from dragging myself along the carpet. My muscles ached and face hurt from where he slapped me. I stared up at him, silently pleading him to stop. I couldn't see past the fabric on his face, but I prayed that he could see enough of my fear that he'd change his mind and leave. 

He didn't. 

He stradled my legs, facing away from me. He grabbed my ankles and tied them together tightly. I was completely bound, arms and legs, and the gag prevented me from making any loud noise at all. He had me. He had me completely restrained. I exhaled heavily and shook my head. He got up and shifted my body to the center of the bed. 

He kneeled over me and started running his hands over my naked body. He grabbed my tits and pulled my nipples. His hands trailed over my quivering stomach and down my legs. He pushed his hands between my knees and I clamped my legs together tightly. His strength quickly overpowered my tired body as he worked his hands back up my thighs. I trembled and closed my eyes. I jerked my head to the side and tried to scoot up the bed away from him.

"Haven't you figured it out yet, Courtney? I'm going to get exactly what I want. You can fight and make it worse, or you can stop and try to enjoy yourself," he explained. His hand continued it's journey north and finally pressed against my heated pussy. To my shock and horror, I was wet. He realized it, too.

"What's this, baby? You're wet? Does that mean that maybe you are enjoying this?" He laughed as he pushed a leather covered finger into me. I moaned behind my underwear-stuffed lips. He withdrew his finger and rubbed two together, smearing my wetness between the fingers of his glove. He slipped his fingers in his mouth.

"Delicious. You are enjoying this. It's going to make the rest of the night much more enjoyable for us both." 

I sighed as I watched him pick up the final piece of cloth from the edge of the bed. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and lifted my head off of the mattress. He secured the cloth around my eyes and laid my head gently back down on the bed. 

I stared into the dark cloth. I could almost see through it, but I could only see shapes and figures, no details whatsoever. I felt him lift himself off the bed and I turned my head to follow his movement. I could barely make out his figure, but I could tell that he was pulling off his mask. I tried desperately to see his face, but the cloth was just thick enough that it obscured all details.

"You know, there is something about seeing a beautiful woman like this...completely helpless, tied up, just waiting to be fucked. It does something to me, Courtney," he mumbled. 

I heard the faint sound of his belt being unfastened. He climbed on the bed beside me. He laid down and started to run his hands up and down my body. I could feel his thick erection pressing into my hip. I tried to roll away from him, but he just pulled me back. 

"You've got some gorgeous tits, baby. Mind if I taste them?" He dropped his head down and wrapped his lips around my growing nipple. I groaned as he sucked it into his mouth and lashed his wet tongue against it. His rough facial hair rubbed against the soft skin of my breast, sending a shiver through me. I shook against his mouth. He pulled off of my breast and pinched the opposite nipple between his fingers. 

"I think you're enjoying this quite a bit, baby. What would your husband say if he knew you were getting off on being abused like this?" he teased. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold. 

Suddenly, I felt the weight of the stranger lift off of me and get off the bed. I tried to steady my breathing, but I was completely terrified of what was going to happen next. I heard the man kick off his heavy boots and drop his pants, and a sense of fear quickly spread over me. I pushed with my bound feet and tried to roll off the bed. I only made it onto my stomach before he was back on top of me. 

"Thanks for the help, baby. This position is going to work a lot better for what I have in mind," he said. 

I pushed my face into the mattress. My muscles were starting to ache to the point of real pain. I could feel my strength leaving my body rapidly. 

My attacker lifted my hips and guided me onto my knees, my face still pressed down onto the bed. I was still trying to work the knots out of the fabric that held my wrists together behind my back, but I was having no luck. I felt him press a hand into my back, causing my ass to push up higher in the air. He kneeled behind me, keeping my tied ankles between his knees. He placed his hands on my hips and caressed them softly. The warm material of his leather glove soothed my tired skin as he massaged and kneaded my muscles. I closed my eyes and unconsciously started to surrender to the relaxing sensation. I moaned and felt a thick drip of saliva run out of the corner of my mouth. 

"Does that feel good, Courtney? You like having my hands on you, don't you? I can't tell you how much I've wanted to grab you and touch you and just fuck the living shit out of you," he growled. Each time my name fell from his lips, it terrified me. This man knew me. This man watched me and I had no idea for how long. 

His hands abruptly disappeared from my hips. I groaned and turned my head back towards the stranger, when suddenly, his hand connected with my ass. The slap was sharp and fast. I screamed into the fabric of my underwear and immediately dropped my hips down to the bed. He grabbed me and lifted me back into position. His opposite hand came down even harder on my other ass cheek. Tears started flooding my eyes, soaking the black fabric that covered them. The blows continued. One after another. Each one, harder than the one before. I lost count after about 15 spanks, but then something unexpected happened. The sharp, stinging pain started to transform into a deep, pulsing sensation. Something warm and erotic. I had never been spanked like that before, and I had no idea the kind of pleasure that it could bring. Without realizing it, I started to push my ass up further, reaching for his hands, almost begging to be spanked again. 

"That's it, Courtney. Stick that beautiful ass up. You like it when I spank you like this. I know you do."

I moaned and pressed my face into the bed. I was aroused and ashamed and humiliated. I could feel my pussy starting to leak wetness out from between my fleshy folds. My clit was started to swell and my hard nipples were dragging against the sheets. As hard as I tried to fight it, this stranger was lighting a sexual fire inside of me and I didn't know what to do about it. My mind was screaming at me to fight, but my body was begging for pleasure. I moaned loudly into the bed as he leaned back and spanked me one last time, with both hands, against both of my burning cheeks. I was gasping for air behind the gag, trying to take the deepest breaths possible through my nose. 

I felt the man lean over me and grab my hair in both hands. He lifted my head and torso off of the bed, pulling me up to a kneeling position. He pulled me back against his body. His stiff erection was trapped between his body and the burning skin of my ass. He pulled my hair with one hand, then let the other travel up the front of my body. He grabbed my breast and squeezed it possessively before letting his hand slide down my trembling stomach. 

He started breathing heavily against my neck as his fingers got closer and closer to my pussy. His grip tightened on my hair and I pulled my head back closer to him to ease the tension. 

"Oh fuck, baby. I can't wait to get inside of you. I've been wanting this for so long," he groaned against my neck. I moaned and jerked my head away from him. He pulled me back against his mouth. 

"Don't fight this. I know you want it just as much as I do. Want to know how I'm so sure, Courtney? Feel this tight cunt. Feel how wet you are, you dirty slut," he growled at me as he rubbed his fingers between the slippery lips of my pussy. He removed his fingers and rubbed them against my clamped mouth. I tried to pull away from him, but he just let go of my hair and wrapped his arm around my neck, holding me completely still. The wet leather dragged against my lips and over the gag, spreading my pussy juice all over my face. I whimpered. 

He released my neck and pushed my torso back down onto the bed. I tried to roll over onto my side, but he quickly grabbed my hips and moved me back into his desired position. I felt him back away from my hips and crouch down behind me. The tip of his tongue pressed against my slit. He was starting to lick me from behind. I pushed forward, denying him what he wanted. He slapped my tender ass and pulled me back up.

"Don't fight me," he warned. 

I whined as I felt him press his face back between my thighs. I heard him inhale my scent deeply, then he dragged his tongue against my lips, up and down and shoving his tongue deep inside of me.

As much as I tried to fight it, it felt amazing. I groaned as I pushed my hips back against his face. He growled into my pussy and started eating me out like a madman. His hands came up and spread me apart as his tongue drove into me wildly. I could feel my wetness covering my thighs and his face. One of his fingers quickly found my clit and started rubbing it feverishly. I cried out as an unexpected orgasm tore through me. It was as much an emotional release as it was physical. Wave after wave of sensation pulsed through me as my body quaked against his face. I coughed and gagged behind the cloth, trying unsuccessfully to breathe. The man reached up and tore the fabric off from around my mouth, letting it hang from around my neck. He reached in and pulled my soaked underwear from between my lips. I gasped and filled my lungs with air. 

"If you scream, I'll choke you with my cock. I won't care if you can breathe or not, Courtney. Got it?" 

"Y-y-yesss," I stuttered. 

"Good girl," he mumbled as he ran a warm leather hand down the length of my spine. I shivered from the effects of my orgasm and from his touch. He grabbed my hips and pulled back. I felt the head of his cock pressing into the sticky entrance of my pussy. 

"Please...oh God. Please don't do this," I whispered.

He laughed. "It's a little late to try and convince me that you don't want this, baby. You just came all over my face. Now, I want to feel you get off on my cock."

I sobbed into the bed. He was right. I just had an orgasm from being tied up and licked by a stranger. This was so twisted. My mind and my body were completely at odds with one another. 

He poked his dick at me over and over, not entering me, but teasing me with the first inch or so of his manhood. I could tell from feeling it against me all night that he was well endowed. I groaned when I realized that as much as I didn't want it to, it was probably going to feel very good being shoved inside of me. The tight ring of muscle at my entranced tightened around his cock. He moaned.




Noises at Night



"Fuck yeah. You're a tight little bitch, aren't you?" 

I groaned as he pushed his head into me. He held me still and didn't move. He exhaled heavily and crushed my hips in his hands.

"You want me to shove it into you, don't you? You want me to cram this fat cock into you and make you scream. I know you do," he grunted. 

"Uhhhnnn..." I whined, trying to fight off the desire that was building inside of me. 

"I'm big, baby. I'm big and you know it. You can feel how hard I am. I know that you want to push back onto my dick right now, so I'm going to give you a choice. I'm going to let go of you. You can either move away from me and make me take what I want, or you can let that hot little pussy slide down my cock and I'll give you the best fucking ride of your life, Courtney. Your choice." 

I cringed and cried out into the bed as he released my hips. I didn't move. I didn't know what to do. Either way, this man was going to fuck me. His way or my way. My pussy gripped at the head of his dick, begging me to give in. I closed my eyes and groaned. I tried and tried, but I just couldn't fight it anymore. 

I lifted my head and slid back onto his hard, hot shaft. 

We both screamed out in unison. 

"Oh fuck yes!" He grabbed my hips and guided me backwards, holding me in place.

"Ohhh, ohh fuck!" I pressed my mouth into the sheets and screamed. His thick cock filled me and left me shaking. My wetness covered his pelvis and coated my thighs. 

"I knew you wanted this. Now hang on...it's about to get rough," he grunted as he pulled his dick out of me. 

I groaned at the sudden sense of emptiness, then screamed out in shock as he punched himself back into me harshly. He didn't stop. He gave me thrust after thrust of his hard cock until my screams turned into one long, continuous moan of pure pleasure. He reached underneath me and squeezed my nipples, pulling them as he pushed into me with force. His hips slapped against my red ass, creating the most lewd sounds I'd ever heard. I needed more. I needed everything he could give me.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me," I pleaded. 

"Tell me how bad you want my cock, Courtney," he demanded as he shoved himself in me, then jerked out of me completely.

"Oh please! I want it. I want your cock! Please give it to me!" I was completely without thought. I begged for the cock of a man who I couldn't even see. 

"You want it, you've got it." 

He grunted as he slammed back into my dripping cunt. His fingers started to dig into my skin almost to the point of pain. I whimpered and tried to wiggle free of his grip. He refused to let me move. I could feel myself starting to tighten around him. He stopped thrusting and just pushed his cock out for me to ride. I pushed my hips back onto his cock, then pulled forward, inch by inch. I could feel my wetness coating his shaft. The wet sounds of our bodies sliding against each other filled the bedroom. He smacked my ass.

"Faster!"

I moaned and started to bounce against him faster, impaling myself on him over and over as best I could with bound hands and ankles. My hands twisted in the fabric bonds behind my back. He grabbed my sore wrists and helped guide me down his shaft. I could feel his muscles started to tighten. His right hand dipped down underneath my sweat-slicked body and started slapping my exposed clit. I moaned. 

"Oh yes...oh, oh God. Oh my God!" I cried out as my second, and even stronger, orgasm hit me. My hips jerked and bucked against my attacker's large body. I could feel myself trembling against his cock, shaking against his thighs. Wetness was actually rolling down my legs. I gasped and blinked hot tears against the blindfold. 

The strange man growled like an animal as my pussy grasped at his cock. He pressed both hands into my lower back as he started to thrust wildly into me. He pounded me at a punishing pace. I tried to scream, but all sound and rational thought escaped me. All I could do was feel. I could only feel the rigid dick that was beating me inside and out. I could only feel the heavy balls that were slapping against my clit. I could only feel the thick, leather covered hands that were digging into my flesh. 

I could only feel him stiffen and jerk inside of me. 

"Oh fuck, Courtney! That's it....that's it! Fuck! Oh...shit!" The man screamed out in ecstasy. I lifted my head off the bed as I felt him explode inside of me. He held me still as his thick jets of cum erupted into my warm, pulsing pussy. 

"Ohhhh. Oh God," I moaned, dropping my face back to the sheets. 

I heard him exhale and groan as he pulled his cock out of me. I collapsed onto my side on the bed. All of the physical exertion finally caught up to me. My muscles were screaming. My body was shaking. Sweat was dripping down my neck. I felt the man reach up and pull strands of hair off of my face and away from my swollen lips. I jerked away from his touch, not knowing what else he planned on doing to me. 

"You're alright, Courtney. Relax," he said soothingly as he laid down next to me. His hands reached behind my head and unwrapped the blindfold, untangling my hair from around the thick fabric. He gently pulled it down away from my eyes. I blinked from the sting of the tears in my eyes. 

Finally, my eyes started to focus on the face in front of me. 

"Hey." he smiled. 

"Hey. Holy shit. Zach, that was incredible. You need to leave town on business more often," I grinned sleepily. 

Zach laughed and leaned over to kiss me, as he pulled the tight leather gloves off of his hands, slowly, one finger at a time. 

"I can't believe you slapped me across the face, though. Asshole." I giggled and closed my exhausted eyes. 

"Sorry. I got caught up in the moment. Next time, I won't slap you across the face. I promise," he assured me. I felt my husband reach down and start to untie the restraints on my ankles and wrists. Once my limbs were free, he started to massage the life back into them. 

I groaned with pleasure and smiled to myself as I felt a wave of satisfaction settle over me. Zach and I had just acted out one of our biggest mutual fantasies that we'd talked about since before we even got married. It had gone better than either of us ever expected. I rolled over onto my back and pulled Zach down on top of me. I held the side of his face and kissed him. 

"Thank you for doing this," I mumbled.

"You wouldn't really fuck an intruder, would you Courtney?" he laughed. 

I shook my head. "Only you, Zach. Only you."



Noises in the Night



For the third straight night I had to listen to my sister fucking. As I laid on the couch of my sister's Chicago apartment, I tried to ignore the rhythmic thumping of their headboard against the wall. The constant bam, bam, bam accompanied by my sister's annoying cries of pleasure.

I missed my man. Though we hardly had sex as much as these two did, I did miss him. I guess it was to be expected from Nicole. She was always the hornier of us girls and she had only been married to her high school sweetheart now for three months. Hell they were practically still on their honeymoon.

"Oh yeah, right there...oooo..." I heard Nicole whimper from the bedroom down the hall as the headboard continued thumping non stop.

God I missed my husband. How long had it been now? I had given him head just before I left days ago but how long since we fucked. I mean really fucked like these two were?

"Oh God I love your big cock," I heard my sister groan pleasurably. "Give it to me, yeah!"

I had to give it to Rick, he certainly could keep it up. Last night they had been at it for hours before they stopped. My husband had a nice big cock himself, nearly 9 inches long and quite fat. He often complained that my nice tight pussy was too small for his big rod and that made him cum too fast. I didn't mind though. My husband almost always got me off once before I squeezed the life out of that monster of his.

"Oh I want your cock, ummm." I heard Nicole moaning from the bedroom. From the sounds of it she was giving him head now. My pussy got wet as I remembered giving my man head before I left. He was standing in the door wearing his famous tight jeans that made his bulge look quite impressive. I was already running a little behind but when I saw him standing there with that puppy dog look on his face I stopped, dropped my bags and shut the door. Without a word I dropped to my knees in front of my man, rubbing his big cock as I unzipped his jeans. I took it out then, sliding it slowly between my hot wet lips and gave him a long wet blow job as he stood there watching me with admiration.

He never even warned me, his hot cum spurting in my mouth by surprise. I swallowed quickly, gulping his hot sticky load as he whimpered softly and pumped his hips in my face. I carefully licked his big throbbing cock till the last of his sperm oozed out and pulled away with a wet kiss.

"Be a good boy," I said as I smiled at him. "and when I get back I'll do that again."

"Of course," my husband smiled as he tucked his spongy looking thing back in his pants. "I miss you already."

"Oh Rick," my sister moaned again. "Lay down. Let me ride that huge cock of yours."

I couldn't help but slip my hand under the covers now. My pussy was getting juicier and juicier as I thought about my poor baby back home. He was probably beating off every night thinking about me. How I wished I were there to ride his big cock like my sister was riding her husbands in that bedroom.

"OHHH Yes!" Nicole cried out, presumably as she sat down on her husband's big prick.

I imagined my own husband's big cock sliding up inside my pussy and my fingers found my wet slit aching to be rubbed.

"Oh yes!" my sister moaned as I stabbed my fingers between my legs now, rubbing my wet juicy pussy with hard firm pressure.

"Yes," I whimpered in agreement now as I continued to visualize myself bouncing up and down on my husband stiff prick.

"Make me cum Rick!" my sister moaned. "Oh Rick yes! Make me cum. OOO!"

"Yes make me cum," I continued my fantasy as I pushed my fingers up inside my pussy and worked them quickly back and forth till they were all sticky with my juices.

"Oh! OH!" Nicole cried. "Yes Rick! OH!"

"Yes Rick," I panted as my fingers stabbed in and out quicker, building me to a wonderful orgasm. "Make me cum Rick...Uhhh!"

I stopped just short of full orgasm, my body still reeling from the sensations of cumming as I sat there with my fingers still inserted in my clenching vagina.

"Rick?" I panted in confused bliss. "Did I say Rick?"

"Oh yes Rick cum!" I heard Nicole cry out. "Cum inside me! Ohh!"

My pussy clenched once more tightly around my fingers as I heard my sister moaning orgasmically, her husband filling her pussy with his hot seed.

My fingers slipped wetly from between my legs and I pulled them up under the blanket to wipe them off. My mind was still spinning from the whole fantasy I was having. One second I was imagining bouncing on my mans big cock and the next thing I knew I it was Rick beneath me, a nice fat cock stuffed in my pussy.

"Thank you," I heard my sister say sweetly as the light from under their door flicked off.

I went to sleep feeling extremely guilty that night. Guilty because not only did I fantasize about my sisters husband, but it was at that very instant that I had my orgasm.

The Working Stiff

Rick stood at the doorway before leaving for work and silently observed his sleeping sister. She was so much different than Nicole. Nicole's hair was long and blonde, straight and unimaginative. Melissa's hair was flaming red and wavy, cascading down her pretty neck in cute little curls. Her breathing made her chest rise and fall beneath the covers accenting how much larger her breasts were as well. Nicole was a C cup at best, Melissa in comparison had to be a DD. She had kicked her covers off one leg as well and Rick noticed how much fuller her leg looked. Nicole had thin wiry legs, Melissa thick muscled legs that made his mouth water just looking at it.

Her husband was one lucky bastard, Rick thought. I bet he fucks the hell out of her every night. Rick adjusted the uncomfortably large bulge in his slacks and opened the door without further delay. Lucky bastard.

An Understanding

I was up long before Nicole which I suppose was to be expected after she got fucked last night. I always slept better after a good orgasm and my sister had had at least two of those last night. My orgasm? Well it had a lot to be desired. I had felt far too guilty to enjoy it for more than a few seconds and if anything the lingering feeling of unsatisfaction was making me a bit cranky.

"Sleep well?" Nicole said cheerily as she strode out into the living room well after 11 am wearing only a pink bathrobe.

"Yeah right," I scoffed as I kicked my leg over the other and rocked in my chair angrily.

"What?"

I could hardly believe her naiveté. "How could I sleep having to listen to you two fuck all night?"

"You can hear us??" she seemed genuinely surprised.

"Of course I can hear you," I snapped. "Oh Rick I want your big cock. Oh Rick give me your big cock. Oh!"

Nicole turned bright pink, much pinker than her bathrobe and she covered her mouth embarrassed like.

"I...I didn't know..." she shook her head. "Honestly. I'm not used to someone being in the house and..."

"Forget it," I fumed trying to remember that my frustration was not really with her.

"I'm really sorry," Nicole pulled her robe tighter as if I had just seen her naked for the first time. "I really am. I'll...I'll try to be quieter tonight."

"But it's just so hard when he has such a big cock right?" I mocked her.

Nicole didn't answer me but just turned and headed down the hall to get dressed.

I felt bad again. Bad that I had chewed out my sister for no reason at all. Bad that I had betrayed my husband in my fantasy and bad that I had betrayed my sister at the same time.

Over breakfast, it was Nicole who brought the subject up again.

"It is rather exceptionally large you know," Nicole said as she wiped at her mouth with a napkin.

"What is?" I asked. I had forgotten all about our little argument and was determined to make it a new day.

"You know...Rick..."

"His cock?" I asked stunned.

"Yes."

"Oh right," I laughed nervously. This really wasn't the topic I needed to be talking about right now with my husband over a thousand miles away.

"It is," she seemed rather offended.

"Like how big?" I tested, not sure I really wanted the answer.

"Like big," Nicole said gathering the plates and bowls. "I'm just saying it IS hard for me to be quiet that's all."

"Oh come on, Nikki," I said. I used to always call her Nikki when we were growing up. She used to hate it but over the years she grew accustomed to it. "Look, my husband has a 9 inch cock and I can keep quiet if I want to. It's just a matter of control."

"You and I aren't the same," Nicole fussed as she put everything away now. "Besides. Rick is even bigger."

"Bigger?" I turned suddenly.

"Oh no!" Nicole spun around quickly. "Don't you get any idea's about Rick."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "I'm married dear. In case you forgot."

"I know," Nicole said. "But I know you and cocks too. You always liked the big ones."

"Of course I like a big cock," I protested. "What woman doesn't like a big cock? But I have a husband with a big cock thank you."

"Not like Rick's," she shook her head.

"So how big is it?" I asked.

"Never mind," Nicole seemed angry.

"You're the one who brought it up."

"I'm sorry I did."

"Well so am I."

"Why?" Nicole was even more angry. "Because now you want it now?"

"What kind of whore do you think I am?" I snapped back at her. "You think just because your husband has a bigger cock than my husband that I want to fuck him now?"

"Maybe," Nicole pouted.

"Trust me sis," I tried to sound convincing. "I don't want to fuck your husband."

"Promise?"

"I promise." Another night

I thought I was telling her the truth then, I really did, but as the night ended and Rick and Nicole retired to the bedroom my pussy started getting wet instantly.

He was going to fuck her again. That thought kept running through my head. Rick was going to fuck my sister again with that cock that was bigger than my husbands. Knowing Nicole was going to be quiet tonight I decided it worth the effort to move a little closer to the hall and listen in. I could hear Rick's deep voice but could not make out any words from the living room.

Silently I tiptoed down the hall, scarcely aware that I was wearing only my bra and panties. I should have been cold, as Nicole kept the house a chilly 69 degrees but I felt only warmth as I stepped close to their door and heard Rick's voice clearly.

"Oh yeah suck it," I heard his deep manly voice saying softly. "Suck my cock....mmm..."

My body tingled as I imagined my sister on her knees with a big fat man pole in her face. I could not resist slipping my hand between my legs and rubbing my soaking wet panties, smashing my clit between my index and middle fingers and tugging my swollen pink labia outward as I twisted my fingers back and forth till my spongy lips slipped from between my fingers and I started over again.

"Ooo yes," Rick growled throatily. "Take it all. Take it all in your pretty mouth."

I could hear my sister gagging from the other side of the door, the wet sucking sound of her spitting it back out.

Bitch! I thought. She doesn't even know how to suck a good cock. My fingers twisted and pulled at my tight wet pussy as I thought about how I would give better head to her big husband.

The sick sucking sounds of my sister's inexperienced mouth crept through the doorway as I continued to play with myself in the hall, bending my knees slightly to accommodate my rotating wrist.

"I need it inside me," I heard Nicole say quietly now and Rick groaned approval as I heard shuffling from the other side of the door and the creaking of the bed.

Without thinking I was suddenly pulling my panties off and I tucked them into my bra as I bent my knees and began rubbing my pussy harder.

"Why are you covering your mouth?" I heard Rick ask deeply.

"Last night Melissa heard us," Nicole said quietly.

"Did she?" I heard Rick's voice clearly. "What did she say?"

"She said I kept her up with all my noises."

"Fuck her," Rick said curtly and I stopped playing with my pussy as I stood there slightly angered. "Make all the noise you want. I don't care if she hears."

"Shhh!" Nicole urged him.

"Shhh yourself," Rick said a little louder than needed. "If I want to fuck my wife, I'll fuck my wife and I don't care if she hears."

Bastard! I thought as I quickly pulled my panties back on and silently tiptoed back to the living room. Suddenly I wasn't feeling so horny any more. I laid there quietly not hearing more than faint muffled voices until once again I heard the familiar thumping of the headboard against the wall. For a moment my pussy moistened again and I thought about masturbating but the thought of that egotistical shit made me think otherwise.

"Fuck her," I repeated Rick's words. "Fuck him."

I lay there stewing about the whole thing till nearly 3 am. That's when I came up with my little plan.

A loose cover, Oops!

I hadn't met a man alive I couldn't get to want to fuck me if I wanted him to. I figured Rick to be no different. His punishment was going to be wanting to fuck me but not being able to do a damn thing about it. I knew Rick left early in the morning, much earlier than Nicole ever got up. I decided to give him a little peak of heaven before going to work.

I skillfully thought out my body position to the minutest detail. I would lay on my side facing the main room. Of course I had taken off my panties and bra and tucked my blanket under my big breasts so that they lay fully exposed. Even on my side my breasts held their shape nicely and I knew Rick's cock would be rock hard the second he saw them. To further the enticement I made sure to tweak my nipples really hard before he got out of the bedroom so they stood up nice and puffy and red for him. I turned my legs so that the top leg was completely exposed, baring my entire naked ass and giving a nice view of my fire red pussy as well. I fingered my slit a little to part my tight fuckable cunt lips and tugged at my clitorus to make it stand out as well. With a bit of managing curls I closed my eyes just in time as Rick rounded the corner.

"Jesus Ch...." Rick said quite loudly when he saw me and I nearly giggled in my fake sleep. I had to maintain my cover so I don't know what Rick did for the next 10 minutes as I had my eyes tightly closed. I made sure to breath nice and deep to make my big tits jiggled more and after a while I rolled over to give him a better view of my red pussy.

Rick only said two words as he left for work that morning. I don't know what they meant.

"Lucky Bastard!" was what he said.

After I was sure Rick was gone I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes. I felt deliciously naughty and my pussy was sopping wet.

"How did you like that?" I said with a giggle as I started to rub my sore neglected slit. "Huh? I bet you want to fuck my pussy now don't you? I bet you want to fuck your sister now."

My fingers were probing my wet pussy deeply and I came there on the couch thinking about Rick jerking off somewhere thinking about me. It was so wonderful that I even fucked myself to an orgasm again before Nicole got up.

Nicole was still cheery but today I was cheery as well and we got along fine.

"Did you hear us last night?" she asked once.

"Oh no. Thanks," I smiled. "It was a nice change."

The day went by quickly and Rick was obviously uncomfortable around me the rest of the evening. He spent most of his time sitting down or bending over a lot, presumably to hide his raging hard on. I smiled and played the game like an expert slut, not letting on that I knew too much.

That night when they retired for bed I was anxious to hear their conversation. I crept down the hall and stood by the door, wearing my panties and bra once again.

"Oh honey not tonight," I heard Rick's deep booming voice.

"Why?" Nicole seemed purely shocked and I giggled but covered my mouth quickly to stifle it.

"I'm just tired that's all," he lied.

"You don't have to make love to me tonight," Nicole whispered. "Just let me suck it for you."

"Not tonight," he repeated.

"You don't want to cum in my mouth?" Nicole seemed hurt.

"No I don't want to cum in your mouth," he said surly.

"Because you want to cum in mine," I said softly. "Sweet dreams."

I crept back into the living room self satisfied and glowing with victory.

The Midnight Tryst

Imagine my surprise when I was awoken at midnight by a rough man's grasp shaking my arm.

"Melissa?" I heard Rick's voice very softly.

"Rick?" I blinked and quickly covered my body in covers even though he had already seen me naked.

"You awake?"

"I am now, stupid," I yawned. "What time is it?"

"Midnight," Rick whispered. "Nicole is asleep."

"So?" I said curtly, looking at him with an impatient look.

"So I thought we could talk," he said softly. I noticed he was wearing a pair of sweats and no tee shirt. His muscular chest was glimmering in the moonlight.

"Bout what?" I asked sleepily.

"I saw you yesterday morning," he said quietly.

"Yeah so?" I played dumb.

"So I know you did it on purpose," he said. "I saw you smile for a second."

"Did what on purpose?" I asked as I realized I was in deep shit now.

"Let me see you naked," Rick whispered.

"I always sleep naked," I lied.

"Not right now," he called my bluff. "You're wearing your underclothes. You took them off for me yesterday."

"Why the hell would I do that?" I scoffed.

"Because you want me to fuck you."

"I what??" I sat up suddenly, holding the blankets around me tightly.

"It's ok," he whispered as he put his hands on my shoulders making me very uncomfortable. "I want to fuck you too. Badly!"

"I'm married, Rick," I reminded him firmly.

"So am I," Rick whispered deeply. "So am I. But fuck them. We both want it and you know it."

"I don't..." I started to say but suddenly his mouth was on mine and his tongue slipped between my red lips. He had a deep musky manly smell to him and my body trembled in fear even as my mouth parted for him.

The feel of another man's tongue in my mouth was delicious and I found myself sucking on it as if it were a miniature penis. Rick's hands were on my breasts now, squeezing them through my blankets and making me very excited.

"Rick no," I protested as I pushed him away. "No!"

"Come on Melissa," he panted as his hands grabbed my knees through the blankets and he pushed my legs apart. "I'll make you feel so good. You know that baby."

"I know you'd make me feel good," I huffed. "I know that. Good God don't think I don't know that. But Nikki is my sister and I can't do this..."

"Ok," Rick said standing up suddenly. I almost felt relieved at first but then he started untying the string of his sweats.

"Rick don't," I nearly begged as I squirmed up into a tight little ball, my knees under my arms in the fetal position.

"Don't what?" he asked pulling his sweats out and down so that his enormous cock sprung out in the pale moonlight like a giant freak show monster. It was ungodly large, a full 14 inches at least and as big as a summer sausage.

"Jesus..." I gasped looking at the biggest thing I had ever seen.

"Don't what?" he repeated. "Don't give you what you deserve?"

He bounced his champagne bottle sized cock up and down in my face tauntingly as he rubbed his large hairy balls.

"Nicole says you have a thing for big cocks," Rick whispered. "Is this big enough for you?"

"Jesus Christ yes," I said, my voice nearly a whisper.

"I'm tired of sticking it in that little bitch sister of yours," Rick said stroking his giant pole slowly. "I want to stick it where it belongs. In my little sister's hot pussy."

"No," I shook my head emphatically. "My husband would know. He could tell..."

"Suck it!" he groaned deeply and thrust his hips in my face.

I don't know what possessed me but my hands both reached out and took that monster sized cock in my hands. His rock hard cock felt gloriously hot in my hand and no matter how tightly I squeezed it the girth never changed. I opened my mouth instinctively, and wrapped my lips around the fat round head. I could taste the salty slimy pre-cum dribbling from the slit in his purple mushroom shaped head and my tongue flicked up and down the slit gently, tasting the sexy sauce of my sister's husband.




Noises in the Night



THUMP... THUMP... THUMP AH! THUMP AH! THUMP OH! THUMP YES! GOD! HARDER! HARDER!... Emma lay in her own bed wondering when it would stop. Her flatmate Chad and his girlfriend Chrissie certainly knew how to make noise, and they did it, night after night, until the walls shook and the whole flat seemed to be screaming with them in their final climax. When Emma and her ex had last had sex -- must have been at least two years ago -- she had, as always, been made no more sound than a couple of gasps, the odd "oh, please, more" to keep him going; she didn't understand how they could be so... into it.

Then one day, the noises stopped. Chad was devastated for weeks, shut in his room not wanting to talk to anyone, watching the window to see if Chrissie would come back. Emma was upset too, wishing she'd never willed an end to their noises, Chad had always been a really good friend to her, all through her ex leaving, and the financial difficulties that had taken her out of her pretty little apartment and into flat sharing again. She made sure he ate, brewed endless cups of tea, and made sure he knew that when he was ready to show his face again she'd be there, any time he wanted to talk.

Finally she came home from work one day to find Chad, showered, shaved and dressed in a cream jumper and charcoal grey jeans, hunched in a chair at the kitchen table over the stripy mug she always left waiting with tea bag, and sugar. She gave him a quick hug, and left him to gather his thoughts while she dumped her stuff on her bed and shrugged of her chocolate coloured suit jacket, leaving her in just the short skirt that went with it, and her pretty coral pink blouse. She let down her thick dark blonde hair to curl over her shoulders, and then, feeling a lot more relaxed and accessible, went in to talk to Chad. 

The time spent on his own reflecting seemed to have done Chad good, he seemed to accept that Chrissie really had needed to go, that they didn't really have a great future potential. That said he had cared deeply for her, and would need some healing before the pain went away. 

"She never was sure about me living with you" He finally got round to saying, "She could see how much I cared for you and even though I was always faithful, she was always trying to find things that weren't there. I hated that she didn't trust me, especially as if I hadn't been with her maybe you and I..." His voice trailed off and he looked up at her, tears glistening in his eyes "At least we won't be making all those noises any more."

Emma's heart filled with pity for the young, good looking guy who'd always been her friend, and yes, could have been more had she met him in a time when she wasn't so scared and insecure. She came round the table and held him tight, letting his had rest on her chest and stroking his short, golden-brown hair. His hands came up to grip round her back, keeping her close, and then when the wave of sadness calmed down and he realised she wasn't leaving, they began to stroke up and down the back of her blouse, taking comfort in the warmth of her skin, the softness of her plump breasts and the edge of lace he could feel under his cheek. Emma realised what was going on and didn't care, it had been far too long since she'd been touched like that, and the fact that it was Chad just made it special. She began to tremble as his hands came round to her sides, tracing up her slender waist, and landed on the side of her breasts, still lightly stroking.

At this point Chad stopped and looked up at her again, no tears in his eyes now, just a deep care she realised had always been there, and the beginnings of healing for both of them. She realised this was her chance to stop if she wanted to, but didn't, absolutely didn't, she couldn't say anything, but she linked both hands behind his head and pulled him back to her. He moved to the side then, one hand on her back, the other moulding her breast, his thumb flicking across her nipple under the blouse and sending tremors down through her body, then his head moved from between her chest, and, very carefully so as not to make her blouse damp, he brought his lips around the other nipple. Emma felt a lightning bolt go through her, and a spurt of wetness between her legs, and as he gently squeezed and manipulated through the flimsy material of her blouse, she felt an almost agonising need for more, until her legs almost gave way. 

Chad seemed to feel it too, for he ran his hand down from her breast, over her skirt and down her sheer stockinged legs until it slipped behind her thigh, and with very little effort, picked her up and carried her through the flat to her room, laying her down on the crisp white sheets, in the glow of the late autumn sun. She was beautiful, flushed with arousal, her hair flung out like a halo and her blouse rucked up to show a sliver of creamy skin. She was already making little whimpers in the back of her throat, wanting him to come to her, but he took his time to take off his jumper, revealing a lean, lightly tanned body. At this her little noises got louder, and she began to struggle with the buttons of her blouse, wanting to tell him to come to her but too shy to speak, her body at least knew what it so desperately wanted. He took pity on her, came to her side and helped her slip the blouse off over her head to reveal a lacy bra of the same colour, two rosy nipples just peeking out from the top.

The temptation was too great, he lay down beside her, Emma arched back and closed her eyes, and felt his kisses all over her neck, stinging as though he wanted to devour her, and again felt a spurt of warmth and had to cry out as his hands made their way beneath the lace and began to fondle any pull in earnest at her sensitive peaks. She felt her centre of warmth beneath her skirt calling out for attention, and began to writhe on the bed as his kisses sent fire down and his hands shot bolts of passion through her. At last she couldn't resist:

"Please, Please!" she called, and again he moved down, her bra coming off in one short, desperate fumble. He sucked had on her nipple so that it burned with pleasure, switching back and forth, nibbling and squeezing. She was half delirious with this, and half extremely aware that one hand was caressing her stomach and the other was slowly making it way up her leg. She gasped as he reached the top of her stocking and his fingers began to brush the silky skin at the top of her thigh, and gasped again as he reached the hem of her now sopping panties and began to tease at the lacy edge. Her hands clamped his head to her throbbing nipples causing him to suckle harder, and her whole body twisted under him, trying to get him to touch the part of her that so ached for relief.

At long last his fingers moved into her underwear, and Emma gave a long "Ohhhhhh!" as he gave one long stroke, cupping her opening, rising to almost a scream as he came up to flick at her long-neglected clitoris. He drew away from one, painfully long moment, and then his long fingers burrowed down under the waistband again, rubbing and teasing. 

"Ah! Ah! Oh Chad!" Emma was in the sweetest of tortures, she'd never been a great one for masturbating, and the intensity of such a clever touch after so long was almost more than she could bear. He knew what she wanted almost better than she did, concentrating on her clitoris, circling and frigging, occasionally slipping one long digit down to flick at the skin round her opening, lightly first but then increasing the pressure on her little magic centre until she began to pant and cry in earnest, and finally with a scream her whole body gave one great spasm and wetness poured over his hand. 

At this he left her and slowly unzipped the chocolate skirt that cradled her firm buttocks, and helped her out of this and her sodden panties. Taking his time he slowly unrolled each stocking down her leg and off her feet until she was stretched out before him, utterly and gloriously naked. Having recovered a little she sat up, and with a predatory smile pushed him down to lie beneath her. She straddled him despite the jeans, and began to rock her hips back and forth until he too had his eyes closed and was gasping for breath, she could feel his hardness pushing against her, and it was sending all sorts of pleasurable sensations through her. Overcome with desire she climbed off, and he lifted his hips so she could slip him out of jeans and boxers to show his long, quivery erection. She stroked once along the underside of his silken hardness and then unable to resist, took him in her mouth and began to work him up and down, lashing the head of his cock with her tongue. 

Chad had a beautiful view of her arse as she bobbed up and down in front of him, he could smell her wetness driving him crazy and the sensation in his cock was getting too much to bear, his balls were getting tight, and he knew he had to act before her circling tongue and the suction of her lips as she loved his dick would bring him to a release that, while amazing, wouldn't be all that this encounter had to offer. It was his turn to stop her and go on top again, returning to wrap his mouth around her nipples and bring her back to that mewling, excited creature she had been before. His kisses began to slip lower, exciting every inch of her flat stomach, and lower still until he felt the first silk of her pubic curls tickling his nose. Emma knew what was coming, knew what it would do to her:

"Oh god, oh god, ohh gooood!" as without any preliminary his mouth clamped around her clit and his tongue began to writhe against her most sensitive place, doing for her everything she has so recently been doing to him. It took all Chad's strength to stay put as her whole body began to jerk and thrash about, but he kept his tongue working against her, bringing her to peak after peak of sensation, she felt a rising tide within her, then his finger slipped insider her and the wave crashed over her as he thrust in and out "Oh god. Oh yes. Fuck me, fuck me, Fuck Me!" Her hips thrust against his finger, working in time with his tongue, all of her caught up in a massive orgasm. 

Chad's cock was absolutely rock solid, he felt he could cum just seeing Emma beneath him, completely lost in sensation. He scrambled up over her, but almost without knowing she pushed him down again, and with tears in her eyes from the unbearable pleasure, lowered herself down with a yell onto his readily awaiting cock. For one moment Chad felt like he'd been smothered in tight, hot velvet, and then she began to ride him in a frenzy, almost coming off in her need to feel the full length of him inside her. He thrust his hips to match her rhythm, the pair of them clinging onto each other, harder and harder. His thick cock pounding her insides, stretching her and catching every time that exquisite pleasure point. "AH! AH! AH! MORE! DEEPER! OH! YES!"

The waves built inside both of them, shuddering through them, getting bigger and bigger and bigger, more and more, until at last with an "Oh God EMMA!" Chad's cock erupted inside her, as her juices exploded over him, feeling his juices coat the walls of her cunt around his big, thick cock. 

At last they both collapsed on top of each other, absolutely satisfied, still joined together. Her hand on his chest now as their ragged breaths began to subside. Chad looked down at the beauty lying on him, and gave a small laugh: "I get the feeling those noises aren't over yet."



Noises in the Night



"God yes," Rick groaned as he placed his hand on the back of my head now and pushed my face onto it. "Suck it! Suck my cock!"

I flattened my tongue along the underside of Rick's tremendous shaft, curling it to fit snugly around the sides and relaxed my throat as I let him continue to stuff his enormous salami in my mouth. I was determined not to choke on it as my sister and I put my hands on his powerful thighs and gobbled quickly, slinking the huge bloated pipe down my throat. I gagged slightly, but made no sound as I pulled back to breath again. Good God I swore that thing could poke down in my stomach if I let it.

My hands were on his beautiful cock again and I began to stroke it as my mouth sucked expertly on every inch I could.

"That's it, give me head bitch," Rick groaned. "God, that feels good."

My pussy was dripping wet literally and I could feel my juices running down the crack of my ass as I pumped my fist on that enormous cock and sucked it for all I was worth. I tried desperately to make him cum, not wanting to have to face the decision to fuck him or not but my jaw gave out far too early. As my head job became more labored and slow Rick pulled his enormous plump shaft from my mouth and smiled.

"You suck much better cock than your sister," he said deeply.

"Thank you," I smiled faintly. My body was shaking all over.

"Now," he said simply as he pulled my blanket off of me with a flourish. I wanted to stop him but I was helpless to as he tossed my blanket on the floor and took me in his huge powerful arms, lifting me off the couch effortlessly. I clung to him then my huge warm breasts pressed against his muscular chest, my legs wrapped tightly around his stomach. I could feel his fat bloated cock against my ass as his hands grabbed my tight cheeks and then pulled my panties to one side.

"No don't," I said unconvincingly and I could feel his hand grabbing for his huge cock beneath me. Suddenly I felt his other hand on my dripping wet pussy, pulling my sloppy wet lips open. I could have let go then and he would have dropped me, but I held on to him for dear life, shaking with fear and anticipation.

"Come on baby, take my cock," he said huskily as he pushed the huge bloated knob against my wet pussy and began to drive himself upwards.

"UHHH!" I cried out loudly, the unexpected pain of his enormous cock sliding into me taking me completely by surprise. My legs gripped tighter, my ass driving down foolishly to ram his huge steel like pole inside me. "Ohhh Shit!!!"

His colossal cock throbbed deep in my pussy making my whole body pulse with the tempo of blood in his pole. He spun me quickly then, pushing me up against the wall in the hall with an audible bang. I could see my sister's door down the hall and my heart pounded as Rick drove his mammoth war hammer up into me with tremendous force.

I exploded then, my shameless cunt oozing thick girl cum all over his enormous pole. He pinned me tight to the wall, hammering his huge shaft up inside me, his big hairy balls slapping wetly against my pouring pussy. My cum ran down his balls and legs like a fountain and I fought so hard to keep from screaming. He shoved his tongue in my mouth again, keeping me to a dull moaning as he pumped his glorious cock up inside me over and over.

Then, without warning, I felt the fire hot liquid of his cum explode inside me, filling my womb with burning sticky cum. I came again then, mixing my own cum with my sister's husband. My pussy a veritable creamery as our juices sloshed around inside me. He pulled me upwards then, his huge cock flopping out of me. I could feel the rush of liquid pouring out of my pussy and could hear it dripping noisily on the carpet below. He held me there for a short time, his tongue back in my mouth as our wonderful sex poured onto the floor.

"Tell me... is it hard to type with just one hand?"



Noises the Neighbours Make



Val and her other half moved in to the vacant flat above us a few weeks ago and started immediately they arrived – I was alone in the flat when they turned up on the first day and almost the first thing I heard was the sound of a body hitting the bed and a squeal. They were obviously celebrating their arrival in their new home and I could soon hear the sounds of fucking just a few feet above my head. I was delighted to find that they were the vocal sort because I love the sounds of sex – words and noise turn me on as much as the sight of a woman, and Val and Josh talked to each other as they screwed away – she telling him where she wanted his cock, him telling her what a great fuck she was, how tight and wet her box was, and so on. I pulled my hard-on out of my pants and stood there over the bed, jacking away. I spent my load in under a minute over the bedclothes while I listened to them, letting out a groan as I shot my sperm and wondering if they could hear me too. They were right behind me, Josh coming with a grunt and Val with a cry. I slumped onto the bed and hoped - I really hoped - they would do it again soon, preferably when Caroline was home. I decided not to mention it to her, and trust to surprise.

I was in luck sooner than I'd expected – the next day was a Sunday, and Val and Josh were at it again in the morning, around 9.30. I was lying half awake when they started and Caroline was asleep, but as soon as I knew what they were doing I gently woke her and motioned up at the ceiling. Val was telling Josh his prick was going to do her an injury if he wasn't careful, and Josh was telling her her cunt was too tight – that sort of thing. Caroline blushed deeply, but I could tell that she was aroused and I gently took her hand and put it on my stiff cock. As she rolled my foreskin over my slippery knob, then slid down my shaft and squeezed my balls I let out a groan of pure lust. Upstairs Val and Josh were getting into each other more noisily, and we could even hear the bed moving around as they fucked away. I put my hand on Caroline's cunt and slipped a finger inside her slit, rubbing some of the moisture there over her clit and getting an "Ahhhhhh!" of pleasure from her. She started to pump my cock with her little hand while I rubbed her cunt and squeezed her clit gently as the noise from upstairs got louder and wilder. I was hoping we would all come together, and it worked perfectly – as the couple in the room above us came with a shout and a grunt I groaned as my spunk shot from the end of my cock, and Caroline flushed and writhed her way to orgasm. 

I looked at Caroline and whispered something like, "I think they like their sex often; that's the second time in two days." She blushed a little more and said, "I might like it a little more often myself."

The next day, we had a note from the couple upstairs introducing themselves and then, shortly afterwards, there was a knock on the door and a woman was standing there, asking if we'd like a glass of wine with them some time. I promised to come along with Caroline as soon as she got back, and when she returned we made our way off to see them. Caroline was embarrassed at the thought that they could have heard us having sex but, as I pointed out, they were happy for us to listen to them.

Val and Josh were a little younger than we were, and we didn't want to risk getting to know them too much in case we couldn't back off, but they were very easy to know and we soon relaxed. Josh was medium build and height, wearing a casual shirt and jeans; Val had brown hair and a tight ass showed under her Levis – that was all I really noticed about them at first. 

We chatted for a bit about Newcastle (they were from Birmingham) and local stuff, before Josh asked us, directly, whether the sound insulation in the building was good or not. I could see Caroline flush when he mentioned this, but I answered him truthfully, saying that a lot could be heard at times. 

"So you've heard us getting it on?" Val asked Caroline. "We don't want to be bad neighbours, but we do like our sex. I hope we're not causing a problem."

I answered myself. "You may have heard something from our room too. Life's like that, isn't it?" Josh and Val relaxed and asked us some more questions. Then I needed to visit the bathroom and left Caroline to them for a minute. When I returned I was surprised to find Josh and Val sitting either side of her while she looked a little nervously at me.

Josh looked up and said, "Jeremy, we were thinking that since we all enjoy our sex here, why don't we push the boundaries out a little? Have you ever done it with more than one person in the room?" My cock crawled up my pants to almost instant hardness – this was something I'd always thought about and often fantasised during sex about. I had a feeling that if I could persuade Caroline to go through with this now, I might get something I'd always wanted. But I couldn't rush or force her – persuasion was needed.

"I think, Darling, the sight of you having sex with someone else would be the sexiest, dirtiest thing I can imagine," I said, and I ran my hand over my crotch, causing my erection to go on show in outline to the room. Val put a hand on Caroline's pussy area and I held my breath – to my surprise and pleasure, she leaned back and let out a deep breath of her own.

Josh was on to the moment immediately, crossing over to move his girlfriend off Caroline and gently brush his hands over her tits and crotch. She moaned again, but offered no resistance as he undid the top of her jeans and unhooked her bra at the back. I felt Val's cool hands undoing the front of my shirt and caressing my cock as it strained through my jeans while I reached out to grasp her large tits through her bra.

I could see Caroline and Josh losing clothes by the second, and caught a glance from her as her knickers came down, leaving her sprawled on the sofa with her breasts swaying slightly and her cunt exposed to the room. Her pubic area showed signs of dampness, and Josh slipped a finger into her slit, getting a groan of lust from her. Val, meanwhile, had stripped the shirt from my back and briskly undone my 501s which she tugged off below. My prick was bursting out of my pants, and she quickly hooked them off my cock and down my legs. She took my hand off her, whipped her own clothes off and stood in front of me, her twat just inches from my face. She leaned down, smiled and whispered, "who's coming first, Jeremy – them or us?"

I could see and hear the action on the other side of the room as Josh already had his pale, 8 inch tool stuck in Caroline's box from behind as she bent over the sofa. She was making little squeaks as he pumped inside her with a grunt of his own each time his shaft disappeared inside her. I was desperate to start and leaned forward, parting Val's labia with my fingers before slipping my tongue inside her vagina and starting to lick. She let out a great groan of pleasure and called out, "Holy shit! He'll do!" 

I came off her mound and put her on her back in the large armchair I had been occupying. I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders and looked at her puffy wet cunt for just a second, before steering my rock hard dick towards her gaping hole. We both let out small sounds as I penetrated past the initial small resistance, and my knob slipped easily into her all the way up to my balls as I lost control a little and started to thrust fast and hard. Val was talking dirty as I banged her harder and harder, telling me to take a look at my girlfriend getting a proper fuck for once, and indeed, Caroline was having a great time by the look of it. Her eyes were glazed and her tits were swinging as Josh shoved his long wet tool in and out of her cunt with ever greater speed and energy while she babbled wildly about how sluttish all this felt and looked.

We were all reaching a peak and I started to shout out to the room at large that I couldn't hold out much longer. Caroline came alive and yelled at me to shoot my load up Val's cunt, it being obvious that she was approaching her own moment. Val reached underneath me and started pulling and squeezing my balls as I thrust into her, while she told me, through gritted teeth, that she was going to come like a bomb. 

Josh let out a snarl and Caroline answered with a shout as I let go with a deep groan of "Oh yesssss!" spraying my spunk deep inside Val's belly, my head snapped back and eyes shut. Val was a second away from me and let out a banshee wail as her own orgasm hit her like hammer. Her cunt muscles went into spasm around my cock and gripped it like a vice. As we all collapsed in various poses and looked at each other slightly sheepishly I was hoping Caroline wouldn't have regretted anything, but although she was looking shy and trying to cover herself up, I was fairly sure she'd had a wonderful time.

We made our excuses and left shortly afterwards. The moment we got back to the flat Caroline took me straight into the bedroom, where she put my hand on her pussy and demanded another orgasm, so I obliged her with three fingers shoving rapidly in and out of her slick hole. While we listened to the couple upstairs getting their own second helpings,I pumped my rigid cock with my free hand until my second load jerked over Caroline's tit and belly. An almost life changing experience.



Noises Through the Wall



Noises Through the Wall—Revised Again 

July, the first year

9. Lindsay entertains. Kelly hears things she shouldn't, then visits Jeni.

This is an odd story. I felt like I needed to include it chronologically as things developed in this series, but there wasn't any real sex, and this is Literotica, after all. So, I submitted it as a non-erotic story, but then it won the editor's choice designation, and they changed it to the exhibitionists and voyeurs section, but then it got the worst rating from readers of any story I had submitted. Ack!

So, anyway, I added what happened the next day, for those of you who prefer their erotica with more sex. Maybe you'll like it better now. Thanks. 

I enjoyed the walk home that night. The day had been warm and sunny without being too hot to enjoy being outside, and by late evening it was still just sweater weather, if that. I had a job as a waitress for the summer, so my days were free to study. Tom was on the river, and he had left me the Jeep to drive while he was away, but I liked walking. I was wearing the short black skirt and white blouse that were my uniform with my sweater slung over my shoulders. My heels were in my backpack, as I had changed to trainers for the walk home.

We, Lindsay and I, thought it would be funny, the first time Tom left on a trip, if Lindsay dropped him off at the warehouse and I picked him up when it was over. We girls wanted to cause talk. I think Tom liked the idea, having the other guides know he had two girlfriends. I don't know if he got teased about it though, or the other guides were envious, or disgusted, or if it screwed up his chances to get laid on the trip. It just wasn't as cute as we thought it would, so after that first time, I made the drive to drop him off and pick him up. I was just back from one of those runs.

I wondered if it was all my fault that those trips hadn't worked out. I wanted people to know we were a trio. I was proud of our relationship. Wasn't she? Or was I just arrogant and naïve and stupidly young?

Lindsay seemed to assume that Tom would be with other girls on his trips. Two weeks on the river with a bronzed river guide who played the guitar and sang, and all those topless girls from Boston and New York and Chicago rolling over and spreading their legs. 

I was sure that wasn't true. Even if other women did throw themselves at Tom, he would spurn their advances because he was as in love as I was. As we were. I was convinced that the three of us were going to live happily ever after. I was ecstatic. I was in love with two people. I was having the best sex imaginable. 

I was also discovering I had an excellent eye for photographing nudes. I took modeling assignments myself, which was sensational for my self-esteem and my pocketbook. I had a new best friend from Slovakia who was insane. The only bad part at all was that Tom was away for two weeks or more at a time during the summer, but Lindsay and I kept each other company. True, she was not one for getting dressed up and going dancing or even to movies often. My insane friend, Yana, loved to do those things, so I would sometimes go out with her without my girlfriend. Lindsay didn't mind that so much, but she didn't like Yana. It wasn't jealousy though, just that they didn't get along. Yana can be hard to take, I know. I loved Lindsay and Tom, and there was no question of my messing around. And I didn't think Tom was messing around either, no matter what Lindsay might say. Those girls from New York and Boston couldn't really run around topless on a commercial river trip, could they?

Our schedules weren't quite a perfect match. Lindsay was coaching at a volleyball camp for high school players. The two-week sessions had begun in mid-June, as the schools let out for the summer, but she had worked a lot to set it up. I worked mostly at night at the restaurant, with occasional modeling assignments from an artist or photographer or art classes at school. It was figure modeling. Lindsay couldn't stay out too late, most nights. Still, for my first summer living with someone—my lover someone—I was loving life and floating.

There was a strange car was pulled into the driveway behind the Jeep. Lindsay's car was at the curb.

I entered through the kitchen, like I always do, moving around into the living room, dropping my backpack off on the way. Lindsay was sitting on the couch with her company.

I knew our visitor with my first look at her. I had heard so much about her and knew so little. I had never seen a picture of her, never heard her described. But I knew. She was Jan.

When Lindsay was a freshman, she and Jan became lovers. Their affair was Lindsay's first real relationship with another woman. There was something painful about it that I had never been able to get Lindsay to talk about, other than to say it ended when Jan graduated. Tom seemed to know more, which made me sad. I should know what he knew, shouldn't I? And now there Jan was in my home. Just visiting? Coincidence? She knew where Lindsay lived. She had driven here. She was in my home. She was in my home because she had been invited into my home.

I was suddenly, horribly, irrationally and oh so justifiably jealous. 

"Hi," I said as I joined them, sliding into the chair opposite of where they sat together on the couch. "We weren't busy, so they let me off early." They might have been holding hands when I came in. I didn't see them holding hands, they just might have been.

Lindsay made the introductions. Old lover checked out new lover. New lover checked out the old one. Oh, joy! Happy happy happy. Jan was big. I couldn't tell how tall she was, but I thought she must be at least my 5'9". But that is not what I mean by big. She wasn't fat. I wish she were. Heavy, certainly, but not fat. More... like a fucking troll. No, no. That is not kind or even called for. She had a mullet. She had high thick shoulders and almost no neck. She looked like she could pick me up and break me in two if she had even the least inclination.

I was still new at dealing with the whole liking girls thing, but none of the girls I was attracted to looked like Jan. Was I horrid? I don't often wear lipstick myself, but wasn't I more like a lipstick lesbian? Are there lipstick bisexuals, or is that just redundant? I tried to tell myself I found Jan unattractive because she had broken Lindsay's heart. I couldn't see that as remotely true even trying to convince myself. Nope. She was just flat out unattractive to me.

Jealousy.

Lindsay asked a question. Maybe it was a confession. "I thought you were going out with that Polish girl after work."

I felt the dig. "Yana is Slovak. And she's studying. Test tomorrow." Unlike either Lindsay or me, Yana was taking summer classes. Her student Visa didn't allow her to work. (Which was why being paid cash for modeling was how we met.)

"Jan is going to be helping out with the camp now that her school is out," Lindsay was saying, changing the subject too quickly.

That explained a lot. Like why she had mentioned it right away, first thing, as soon as she had found out, like weeks ago?

"Oh," I heard myself cooing in a way too sweet voice, "that must be great fun for you." I sounded like an idiot.

Jan nodded her big old head. "I have been coaching high school for two years now. This is a great chance to expand my skills and work with a lot of talented girls."

I nodded and agreed it that it must indeed, like I had the slightest idea that I knew such a thing. I have never been an athlete. I never even dated an athlete before Lindsay. Not even a boy athlete.

I guess everyone has heard the stereotype that all girl jocks are gay. It isn't true, of course. Just some of them. Maybe a lot of them. At least half of Lindsay's volleyball team. And of course Lindsay was. Did the girls in camp know some of their coaches were lesbian? Were some of the girls themselves? They must be.

I remember a few girls I went to high school with talking about finding out their middle school coach was lesbian when I was visiting my mother last summer. They acted like they had been violated somehow, because the woman had been in the lockers with them when they were changing. I didn't quite understand it. This had happened even before I accepted that I would love making love to another woman the way that I do. I wonder if there is any relation. I just thought their attitudes were provincial.

We sat there, my lover, her former lover, and I, in ever so polite conversation for what seemed like forever. I wondered when Jan would go home. I tried yawning a few times, to see if she would take the hint.

Hey, jealousy.

Instead, Lindsay said, "Kel, I told Jan she could spend the night here. She can't move into her apartment until the weekend."

I tried not to show how this news startled me. We have two bedrooms. One was "our" bedroom; the other was there for those times when one of us, any of the three, felt the need for space. We thought it was quite sophisticated to arrange it that way. I was going to use it as a studio, as it had great light.

"I hope you'll be comfortable. Shall I make up the bed for you, Jan?"

Lindsay shook her head. "We're just going to stay up and talk awhile."

I nodded. Apparently I was being sent to my room. Except it was our room, and she wasn't coming.

Slowly, reluctantly, I got up and went off to bed. Alone.

I undressed and got into bed. I tried reading. For awhile, I could hear laughter now and then, but it was clear they were trying to be quiet. I must have drifted off, because I woke with my book on my chest. I didn't hear them talking. Silently, I crept from our bed and into the living room. The lights were off, and Jan and Lindsay were not there. 

I swear, I wasn't trying to eavesdrop. I wasn't. But I heard them.

They were speaking very softly. I moved closer and pressed my ear to the wall. It was a horrible thing to do, but I did it. I had trouble making them out and grew very still. They were in the middle of a conversation.

"Does she ever wear one for you?

"No." Lindsay's voice was soft, noncommittal.

I strained for sounds and noises through the wall. 

"Why not?"

"Well, Tom is around most of the time." I wondered what I wouldn't wear and what Tom had to do with it. I would do almost anything she asked. She knew that, didn't she? 

"I can't believe you don't. You used to love it so. And do you actually like that? Doing it with a man?"

"Sometimes." Lindsay's voice seemed ashamed. "I do her, mostly." I thought about that. It was true. At first, she and Tom had fucked passionately, but for the last couple of months, it had been less frequent. I hadn't been consciously aware until just then because he and I seemed to do it so much, as Lindsay and I kissed and licked. All through April and then May, it had been that way.

"Sometimes?" Jan's voice was superior and haughty. It was like she did not approve of Lindsay having sex with a man. What right did she have to approve of anything? She had dumped Lindsay. She had broken her heart. "Sometimes Lindsay likes dick," Jan hissed like an indictment. It sounded so chilling. There was a pause. I knew they were kissing. "I'd wear it if I were you; do that skinny ass of hers."

"Can we not talk about her?" Again, Lindsay's rocky voice was soft.

"Why not?" 

Well, how about the fact that they were in my own home, in the bed I should be sharing with Lindsay, and they were talking loudly enough for me to hear? 

"The guy is away most of the summer. You have her to yourself. Hell, she looks like she has the will of a noodle. You could do anything with her."

I wasn't even bothering to stop my crying by then. I am a crying person. That was who I was in that moment. 

Lindsay laughed softly. "I could. She's kind of a slut too. Do you have any idea how many guys she has fucked?" God, was Lindsay actually going to tell her how many men I had done? I let my moth gape open and screamed silently. She thought I was a slut.

"She's a L.U.G."

"B.U.G.," Lindsay said.

I was a what?

"Whatever. A year out of school and she'll be swinging that skinny ass exclusively at men again. And she'll get plenty. They like that sort," Jan said. 

High opinion she had of my ass, apparently. 

Supposedly, a quarter of the women in a survey in Utah who initially identified themselves as lesbian or bisexual no longer identified themselves in that way five years later. But the study went on to say they were still attracted to women, they just didn't use those terms. What the hell did Jan know? About me? About anything? I am not a sort.

God, and then they started to make love. They tried to be quiet about it. I could tell, but I knew Lindsay too well. Or maybe I didn't know her at all.

The bed creaked, and I heard Lindsay making noises like she does when Tom fucks her. She makes different sounds with different kinds of sensation. When I lick her, she kind of coos. When I finger her, she yips. But when she fucks, she grunts. She was grunting.

"Ah, my little cunt likes Jan's fat cock, doesn't she? Better than that man's?"

Lindsay whimpered. "Your little cunt loves your cock. Better than any man's."

I was confused. Jan had a cock? And had my darling love just said she liked it better than Tom's? Better than any man's? I had heard it plainly, but it made no sense.

And then it did, suddenly and horribly. Jan was wearing one. I had seen that once, at Jeni's party. That Sarah girl had strapped it on and fucked Jeni with it. Then she had done me with it. It came back vividly in a flash. I hadn't really thought about it since that night, as it wasn't the most memorable thing. I had played with vibrators and dildos of course, but with my two wonderful lovers, there had not been much need to continue with them. Lindsay and I had only used them a very few times and then only with one or the other of us holding it.

Not wearing it.

I heard Jan asking again, in my head, "Does she ever wear one for you?

Did I ever strap on a dildo and thrust it into my darling's pussy? I hadn't known she wanted me to. I hadn't known she liked to be called a little cunt. I knew nothing.

I didn't need to sit by the wall any longer. I could hear plainly enough. 

Jan was making a kind of growling sound as they made love. Lindsay was coming.

The bed rocked with the fury of their passion. I could make out the sounds of both women. Lindsay was never as loud when she came as I was, but there were certain sounds that I had come to know that she made. And the other one, that Jan, she filled the air with her own guttural keening as she fucked the woman I loved.

I lay there, curled up into a ball, and cried. If Lindsay could fuck another woman right there in our own house, Tom must surely be taking all those topless Boston girls into his sleeping bag too. I felt so horrible. I crawled back to bed and pretended to sleep. Eventually Lindsay joined me. She reeked of sex.

In the morning, we all pretended it hadn't happened. I served them breakfast like the good little waitress I was. After they left for their stupid camp, I showered and dressed and went to Jeni's. I need to talk to someone who would understand. Another woman opened the door. Jeni was at her parents' home for several days.

I walked around for hours. Finally, I went to the sex shop next to the video store and bought one. The salesclerk was cute and coy and helpful and even let me try on several to find just the right one. I mean, it wasn't as if buying a strap-on dildo can be done without the clerk knowing what you are up to. It took all the money I had made in tips the night before.

I thought about how one night I had made love with Lindsay in front of her roommate and another woman in her dorm room. How they had been practically undressed when I arrived. How Lindsay had been so flushed. How there had been a vibrator in her bed. How she'd been wet. I knew suddenly and horribly that she had been fucking her roommate and her lover when I had barged in.

Back at home, I striped of all my clothes and put the thing on. It felt odd and alien. I posed before the mirror and run my fingers up and down the phallus hanging from the harness that girded my loins.

Lesbian Until Graduation. L.U.G. That is what she thought I was. I'd looked it up.

I loved Lindsay. I knew I did. With all of my heart. Or was it only half of my heart, because I loved Tom too. I must be some kind of freak, thinking I could love that way. 

Knowing she would be home soon, I padded around our love nest naked except for the thing strapped to me, anxious and waiting. I would do that for her if that is what she wanted. I would do anything for her.

That was how she found me when she returned for dinner. She was calling to me as she closed the door, telling me she had to eat then return to the camp to watch films.

I was sprawled on the couch, legs wide, inviting, beckoning, the stupid thing sticking up from between them.

Words caught in her throat. She looked at my brazen, slutty, pathetic display and her eyes turned cold. "You heard?"

"Come on, baby," I cooed, but my voice was as hard as hers. "Don't you want to use it with me?"

"I can't believe you eavesdropped on us."

I sprang to my feat. "You can't believe I eavesdropped? You fucked her!"

She turned her back on me and started for the kitchen. I followed, the thing bobbing along in front of me like a divining rod. "You fucked her," I repeated, making her turn.

Her answer was short, simple, unarguable. "I love her."

"No!" I stamped. "You love me. Me and Tom."

Her face turned iron. "I could never love Tom."

She couldn't. She didn't. Why? Because.

"I love you," I murmured. It sounded weak and inadequate even to me. I said it again anyway. "I love you."

"Kelly, why don't you put something on and we'll talk."

I didn't want to put something on and talk. I wanted to do her with the thing, like she wanted from a lover. I wanted to call her "little cunt." I pressed myself to her, knowing I could change her mind by loving her the way she wanted. She pushed me away.

"No, Kelly, stop it!" Her gravely voice was uncompromising. "I love Jan. I never stopped loving her, even when she went away. And she is back now and she told me last night that she never stopped loving me either. She wants me to be with her."

I tried to touch her again, but she was stiff and hard under my touch.

"I was going to tell you," she started. "After last night, I was going to tell you."

"That you don't love me?"

"That I am moving out."

"Why?" Why didn't she love me? I loved her.

Lindsay moved away, across the kitchen. "Would you please put something on?"

"No."

"You look ridiculous." I was cut. The pain went deep when she said that. 

I stood there, tall, slender, gorgeous, with a great mass of calico hair cascading down my naked back, my nipples standing up so stiffly from the firm swell of my breasts, waist and tummy taut and bared magnificently, my hips and thighs wound over with the black straps of the harness and the thing protruding obscenely our from atop my cunt, as long, shapely legs flowed down below forever. I was beautiful. I was a lesbian dream. I was ridiculous.

Brushing past me, she went into the bedroom and began stripping her clothes from the closet and throwing them into one of her gear totes. Drawers from the bureau were drawn out and emptied by turning them upside down.

"I'm not going to stand here and argue with you," she said firmly. "I'll come back for the rest of my stuff when you are calmer."

"I'm calm," I lied.

Lindsay dropped heavily onto the bed, not looking at me because I looked ridiculous.

"Would you leave Tom for me?"

I had no idea how to answer that. I loved Tom. I loved Lindsay. She couldn't ask me to choose, could she? Ah. But she wasn't asking me to. She was leaving me for Jan the troll. I didn't answer I said nothing because I was afraid..




Noises Through the Wall



"That is what I thought." Her voice softened. "It was never going to last, Kel. Even if Jan hadn't come back to me. That just sped things up. I was getting more and more uncomfortable all the time. I dread going to bed with him anymore. It was going to come down to him or me. You know that. You have to know that."

"I thought you liked it." I spoke before I even thought about it. I'd seen her fuck him and it killed me every time, just a little, because she loved it so.

She barked a laugh. "Once in awhile, I liked it. As something out of the ordinary. That time we went hiking was the last time it was really fun for me. Not all the fucking time. I'm not in to men. I told you that back in February at your little dinner party. I never lied to you."

I put my back to the wall and slid down it until I was sitting on the floor.

"And you. You'd have to change so much to be with me."

My mouth gaped. Change for her? I had told my mother about her! I like girls, Mommy. I like licking their pussies.

"You model naked. You're addicted to cock. You photograph nudes. You could never be happy with me, just me."

It wasn't supposed to be just her and me. It was supposed to be her and me and Tom because we were in love. Her reasons made no sense. 

"You don't like my friends. You talk about coming to see my games, but I can't get you to ever sit down and watch sports on T.V. with me. You're artistic and read all the time. I like to do stuff, get out, move. We aren't the same."

The whole thing was a lie. It always had been. But it was a lie I had created and fostered and held onto, even with all the hints that it was a lie.

Lindsay had stayed with me for the sex. Because I would do anything she told me to do. Because I was a pliant, spineless little L.U.G. Because she believed my lie herself, for a little while.

I was still making up lies when the door closed behind her.

I left out this part from the original story.

Jeni was home the next day. 

I spent a miserable night alone and sad. The phone rang at one point, but I knew it had to be Yana, and I didn't want to talk to her. I didn't want to talk to anyone.

I made myself get out of bed, took off that silly harness, and showered. After drying my hair, I sipped on my prettiest panties, a sleeveless blouse, and a flouncy skirt with low heels and walked across town to Jeni's. The blouse was white and just tight enough.

I was so sad and I needed someone to talk to who would understand. I didn't know too many other girls who slept with girls. No, that isn't true. I didn't know too many other girls who slept with girls who were not friends of Lindsay's.

Yana would have tried to comfort me, but she would not have understood. Tom was rowing a boat in Grand Canyon where cell phones didn't go.

I went back to Jeni's. So tall, so cool, so self-assured, so womanly. I needed to be understood. And comforted. And held.

She let me in with a graceful wave. I gasped just to see her again. Smiling broadly, she was wearing only a tiny white silk robe. I was certain she had only worn it to answer the door. As tall as she is, that robe was terribly more enticing than concealing. Her legs must be a yard long, and they were strikingly bare.

Even though we had made love so beautifully back in the fall, I had only seen her a few times since. We had coffee between classes twice at the student union when we chanced to meet there. Lindsay and I had visited once to show off being a couple, holding hands and being happy to be able to do so boldly and openly. Jeni had been happy for us, even when we told her about our third.

I followed her to the living room where I had first kissed another girl as she glided gracefully onto the curved couch. I sat near but not quite beside her as we chatted, saying all the meaningless things that had to be said first. She seemed glad I'd come to visit, but her manner suggested she suspected something was up with me.

Finally, I just lay back and rested my head on the couch and told the ceiling that my darling girl had left me for her old lover.

Jeni overheard what I told the ceiling and moved closer to put her arm around my shoulder as I had so hoped she would and held my head to her chest and petted my hair as I cried again for awhile. I went back years. I talked and talked, pouring out to her secrets I didn't know I had. She let me say them without judging me, she only asked questions now and again Finally, I had nothing left to say. We were just quiet. And then I could hear her heart beating.

I felt my breath slowing again, and I dried my eyes on the tissue she held up for me. While still at her breast, I asked her if she might ever in her life consider posing for me, wanting to change the subject. I told her it would only be for my portfolio and that she need not worry about prints getting out or anything horrible like that. She laughed.

"My posing nude for you is not even an issue, Kelly," she purred. "Of course I will."

I nodded. I hadn't said nude, she just knew.

"Private exhibition only. No print or other publication. That is the only release I will sign." She smiled so prettily. She also seemed to know more about such things than I did. At that point, I had absolutely no idea how to market my work. "I'll do it for you. Just for you, because you are so sweet."

She drew me to her and kissed me so softly. Was it supposed to be friendly or romantic? Her breasts pressed to me, silkenly flowing over my own, her hands holding me to her as our embrace deepened. I rolled to her, no longer caring what kind of kiss it was and pushed one leg between her thighs as she moved too. Her robe parted and my skin touched her skin. Fingers tightened as she drew me closer still, and I raised my leg, lifting up until I felt the heat of her pussy, then the light scrape of her pubic hair. I pushed to her. She pushed back. 

We rolled together, her robe opening completely and her warm skin coming free to my touch and eyes. I fell to her nipple and sucked her, feeling how she stiffened in my mouth. Her nipple was so different on my tongue than Lindsay's. I decided that was wonderful, the difference. Her fingers were still playing in my hair as I moved my mouth over her. I kissed and licked her breasts happily and I was suddenly aware I was happy at all for the first time since I saw Jan's car in the driveway.

Coming away from my lips, Jeni lifted my face and kissed me again before slipping from beneath me to kneel on the floor. With kisses and licks and nudges of her nose, she pushed my skirt up until it was gathered at my waist. Jeni moved slowly, as if there was nothing more important that exposing my legs with only her mouth. She looked up at me, her pale blue eyes smiling as she caught my panties with her teeth and tugged playfully. I smiled back and lifted my hips, eager to reach down and push them off but refusing, wanting this eternal tease to go on and on. 

Her cool fingers swept under my ass, cupping me and lifting me closer before her fingers curled under the waistband and I wriggled for her. Her head lifted and her eyes caught mine as she saw my pussy again as she slipped my panties down.

"When did you decide to take away your hair."

"Last winter. Tom... and Lindsay too... they like it. Liked it."

I felt her hair sweep softly over my thighs as she kissed me between my legs. "Do you like it."

I laughed. "Oh, yeah." I liked what she was doing with her lips very much.

"Pretty," she said. She licked me and my whole body curled from toes to head. Oh my god.

And then she did it again.

As she licked, she reached up with one hand and unbuttoned my shirt, and I rose up enough to let it come off. Her nails scraped around my nipples, a finger and thumb clamped down on one and pressed and I got louder. She must have liked that I got louder, because she did it again.

The broadness of her tongue lapped at my pussy, running up and over my lips, dipping between them, moving with such exquisite lassitude. I touched her hair, petting her now, as she had me before, enraptured by the amazing sensation she gave to me. No one had ever made love to me so slowly before. That is, with Tom especially, I had learned that making love can take a long time, it isn't just hurry up and cum. But that was time over time. This was just the slowness of time.

My orgasm was a sweet one. I have come a lot harder, more violently, but there was something monumental about that first one with Jeni again that was just sweet. I felt it all through my body. And because we were going so slowly, the orgasm seemed to come on me slowly too. It spread from my center and tingled upward to my chest, and I felt the flush spread under my breasts. It ran down my thighs in pulses that seemed to end at my knees before trickling down my calves. The tips of my fingers burned.

And oh, was I loud. Jeni laughed with delight as she lifted her tongue from me.

Tenderly, without any rush, Jeni came up from between my legs to kiss me, letting me taste my pussy on her lips. We embraced with such tenderness. Once again, her full breasts lay atop my so much smaller ones and felt so amazed to be there. She kissed me and kissed me, only rising once again after about 1000 of them. Her long yellow hair flowed across my naked flesh and made me shiver with delight as once more she knelt between my legs and began to touch me with her tongue.

My mind wandered as I lay there in bliss. "I want to have my clit pierced," I blurted languorously. I don't know why I said it just then. Because I'd wanted to have it done for some time and needed to hear myself say it? Because I wanted to do something outrageous after being dumped? I had been thinking about doing it for months. It wasn't just that.

Jeni raised her head and looked up at me, then returned to circling her tongue right where I wanted the ring to be. I arched as she did, fingers digging in to the cushions of the couch and crying out a little.

"My mom is pierced there," she said, stopping her licking but keeping her head down.

That raised a few questions, but I managed to diplomatically say, "Your mother must be interesting and amazing."

Jeni took my hand and led me into her study, a room I had not previously entered. Her textbooks and computer were there. A lot of framed photographs hung from the walls. Her mother and father, I supposed, as there was a beautiful, but older, tall blonde woman and a man of the same age. Shots of Jeni together with an also tall strawberry blonde girl, mostly with neither of them with any clothes on. On the wall beside the desk was a framed magazine centerfold-like photograph, but there were no fold lines in it. The woman in it was stunning: tall, blonde, blue-eyed and curvy, just like her daughter. Jeni reached to it and ran a fingertip around the outline of the left breast.

"She was the same age I am now," Jeni whispered, almost reverently.

I brushed up close to her, my bare hip molding to her naked thigh as my arm circled her waist. She lifted her arm to drape it over my shoulder. I turned to her, feeling my breast crush against her ribs as we embraced, and I gingerly cupped one of her full breasts, touching her as she touched the image. My eyes watched Jeni's finger as she touched the figure in the photograph. I mirrored her movements by touching her body as she touched the picture: over the shoulders, between the full breasts, around each stiff nipple, down over the tummy.

Jeni moved with the same deliberate slowness that she had shown before. I understand now that she was teaching me with everything she did. I understand now that for all of my wickedness, all of the boys I had sex with, all the times with Tom and Lindsay, I really knew so very little about making love. With a start, I saw all I had not learned yet from Tom, even with all the purely physical we'd done as he tried to show me.

She was touching between the legs of the girl in the photograph. I rubbed between hers.

Jeni whispered, barely audible. "Of course, she wasn't pierced when this was taken. She had it done after I was born." Her fingers pressed to the picture.

Jeni wore her pubic hair as only the lightest of coverings, and the woman in the photograph from the 1970s had much more. The tips of my fingers rolled over her pussy and she parted her thighs, unlike the girl in the picture. She was already quite wet. I tried to do exactly as she did, rolling my fingers in a circle over her clit, lifting and stretching her skin, dipping lower, going inside of her. I could only just get a finger inside of her.

Jeni sighed and squeezed my other hand, the one at her hips, briefly stopping her caress of the photograph. I looked again at the image, at the intensely beautiful woman portrayed there so like the girl with me, and felt a twinge between my legs. I bit Jeni's shoulder lightly. I was eager and anxious, but I forced myself to slow to her pace.

Jeni shifted so that she could back into me, my nipples pressing into her back just below her shoulder blades, and she laid her head on my shoulder as I fucked her with my finger. Our bodies rose and fell as we writhed together and danced our love.

Jeni sighed heavily and lowered her hand from the picture as she came gently. I held her. "Let's go to bed," she said around a kiss. "Then we'll go get you pierced."

Back to that huge bed we went. I wanted to show her how much I had learned since the first time we made love. Surely all those hours between Lindsay's legs would show. I felt like I'd learned so much more in the past hour, but perhaps what I meant was that I understood more.

And even as I had that thought, I knew I was a better lover simply because of what Jeni had just led me through. We moved together onto her bed, kissing, caressing, and adoring one another's bodies.

Maybe it is because she started when she was 12. Maybe because of her mom. Her unconventional upbringing. I don't know. Jeni is simply the most attentive lover. I see now that Tom is like that too, but as a guy. Eventually, a penis goes in me somewhere. Jeni is simply sensational.

I wanted to lick her. I love to lick, and Jeni has such a pretty pussy and tastes so wonderful. I am sure I must sound like I am just a little obsessed with her. Well, I am.

If Jeni were to beckon, I would wriggle my skinny ass over and not look back.

But she won't.

So I just reveled in the moment and used everything she had just shown me to please her too. As the two of us spread out across her giant bed, I moved slowly. I touched her softly here, more firmly there. I took each of her breasts in my hands, fondling her and caressing her, marveling at how she felt. I massaged her forearms and hands. Splaying her fingers, I drew my own between hers, lightly running my nails over the length of each of her fingers. 

Once more, I traced her outline, starting at her ears, following the line of her neck, finger-walking the expanse of her shoulders, over her arms and back up again before falling to her chest. I swept around the wide curves of her breasts as the flattened across her chest as she lay back. Jeni was passive and quiet, simply letting me touch her and excite her.

I toured her entire body, all 74 inches of her, from the top of her head to her toes. I sucked her toes. I took them one by one into my mouth and sucked them, wrapping my tongue around then as they slid in and out of me. I curled my tongue along the arch of her foot, and made her laugh and try to pull away, but I held and licked softly along the instep, to her ankle. My fingers tightened around her ankles as I held her and kissed. I used my tongue like a painter uses a brush on canvas. 

I though of how I would pose this absolute goddess as I made photographs of her. The very idea of shooting her just made me smile to the point of soft laughter, and Jeni laughed with me, not needing to know why. My lips and tongue followed the line of her long calf upwards, not hurrying, until I was kissing the inside of her knee.

Jeni was cooing and saying my name. I felt a shiver of delight. She moved, opening her thighs. She has such long legs. I kissed and licked more of her. The heady scent of her permeated the air of her bedroom, mingling with my own and filling my lungs with lust. A kiss on her clit, and my lips nipped upward again. They played at the under curve of her tummy, so soft soft soft.

Again, her breasts rose above me. I kissed, licked, sucked, nipped, caressed. I used my fingers again, the tips of my nails, the fullness of my palms, pressing and molding her flesh and making her shimmer and sigh.

"Kelly, Kelly," she whimpered, "love me."

I lay between her legs and touched my tongue to her sex. Curling my arms under her legs, I kissed and licked happily. Jeni sighed as I made love to her, once more running her fingers into my hair, then moving to cup her own breasts. I eased my finger into her once more, ever so slowly moving in and out of her as I pointed my tongue and circled her clit. I slowed, using the whole of my tongue to lap across her as she had with me before. Inside of her, feeling her so close around my finger, I touched the tip up and around, feeling the rough texture and pressing, releasing, rubbing.

Her thighs hardened around my ears as she came. Her cries were loud and sharp as she clutched at her own boobs. I kissed her clit and sucked softly, taking her in my mouth and holding until she relaxed again and her pretty ass lowered back to the mattress once more.

Laughing with delight, she came up on her knees and urged me over onto my back, twisting her body until her mouth touched to my sex again and she straddled my face and lowered herself to me. We lapped together, sweetly making love.

I still hurt, deep inside, but Jeni taught me that was okay too.