2 comments/ 54720 views/ 7 favorites A Crazy Night Ch. 01 By: SexxxyCuriosity Charlene sat relaxing in her favorite chair, a comfortable black cushioned papasan with a dark brown wooden base, resting her feet on its matching foot stool. Her laptop sat atop a nearby black storage ottoman as she read a spicy erotic couplings story on one of her favorite websites – Literotica.com. As she read, Charlene felt tingles of arousal stirring between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, putting varying amounts of pressure on her clit as she could feel the moistness developing inside her panties. Coming upon a particularly lascivious part of the story, Charlene leaned over closer to the screen of her laptop, her eyes widening with excitement as she read about the story lovers' hot, dramatic climaxes. Charlene began rubbing her braless hardening nipples through her silky teal and black dress, her black thong panties completely soaking now. Charlene moaned quietly as she massaged both of her size 38D breasts and ran her hand gently over her clit through her clothing while she re-read the sexiest parts of the story. She was going to need a major release and very soon. Charlene arose from her comfy chair and walked out of her sitting area then went through the short hallway to her bathroom. She rotated both the cold and hot water knobs turning on the faucet to her bathtub. She leaned over and ran her left hand under the tap to check the water temperature. It was just a little too cold, so she twisted the hot water knob just a bit to the left, increasing the water temperature slightly. She checked the water with her hand again, satisfied this time that the water was warm enough. She turned the shower knob then, letting the shower run for a few seconds as she stripped herself. She glided the satiny dress over her head then slowly slid her wet thong off, letting her clothing fall to the floor. She'd let out another soft moan as the slip of fabric rubbed her engorged clit as she'd pulled her panties off. She ran her right hand lightly over her mons and outer lips, teasing herself. She removed her hand from her sensitive areas, shivering with delight from the sensations she was experiencing. Then she pulled her shower cap over her hair, pushed back the shower curtain a little more and stepped into the heavenly shower spray, leaving her black flip flops behind on the bathroom floor. She relished in the feelings of the water, spritzing her entire body and stimulating her already pebble hard nipples. She grabbed the massaging shower head, removing it from its stationary stand attached to the tiled wall. Slowly, Charlene caressed each part of her body with the shower spray. She languished long moments as the water flowed seductively over her neck, then her breasts, trailing a spray down her back, then over her butt. Charlene continued to tease herself, using the massaging shower sprayer on her calves, then on both sides of her feet. She felt her pulse quickening and her breathing become shallower as she felt the delightful sprays of water on each of her inner thighs. She used her left hand to spread her pussy lips open as she finally felt the first waves of the shower water hit her sensitive clit. She let out a very audible moan, sighing and closing her eyes as she moved the shower head back and forth to simulate a licking sensation on her aroused nub. She was really enjoying the steadily building pleasure when suddenly, Charlene thought she heard a noise coming from somewhere inside her apartment. Caught off guard, Charlene's eyes flew open. Since she lived alone now, she had a habit of taking a shower and bathing with the bathroom door open specifically so she could listen for her cell phone ringing, someone at the door, etc. She stood silently, straining her ears against the sound of the running water that was now aimed at the bathtub itself. She kept listening for about a minute, but didn't hear anything else. Panic seizing her whole body now, Charlene stepped out of the shower, leaving the massaging shower head quietly in the tub. She left the water running so as to avoid alerting any possible intruder that she was aware of his presence. She moved as quickly and as quietly as possible, putting her feet directly into her flip flops. She wrapped a towel around her wet, naked body, tucking one edge of the towel in near her right breast to secure it. She leaned over the tub and reached up to the bathroom window and removed the small heavy plumbing pipe she kept there to keep the window securely closed. Then she walked stealthily throughout her apartment looking around to discover where the unidentified noise had originated from. Looking around each corner carefully with her heart beating faster than ever, Charlene didn't see anyone else or anything unusual throughout the apartment. Her place was a decent size and every area couldn't be seen from any single location. So when she arrived at the entry to her kitchen, the last spot she needed to check, she leapt into the room with the pipe raised to strike, clenching it tightly in both of her hands. Charlene wasn't really even sure why she half-expected to see some deranged psychopath who'd broken into her home. However, what she found instead was a sack of rice that due to gravity as well as its precarious placement too close to the counter's edge, had toppled over and fallen onto the kitchen floor. Charlene breathed a huge sigh of relief and now realized that she had been holding her breath most of the time since she'd first heard the strange noise. She chuckled a little, feeling silly. "Man, I'm too damn paranoid. I've really gotta calm down." Charlene chided herself lightly aloud, shaking her head. Yet Charlene was still feeling shaky and apprehensive from the adrenaline continuing to course through her veins. She returned to her bathroom and kept the door open. She got back into the bath tub, returning the pipe to again secure her bathroom window. Then she retrieved the shower head from where is was still spraying water directly on the tub. Charlene was feeling quite anxious and quickly washed herself and got out of the shower, unable to really enjoy the experience now. She noticed too that her senses were heightened and she'd spent a great deal of her shower time straining to listen for any unfamiliar noises emanating from her apartment. Charlene dried all her skin thoroughly with her big fluffy blue towel then wrapped it around her body and secured the towel in place by again tucking a corner of the towel into itself. She removed her blue shower cap and still feeling jittery knew she needed to decompress. She went directly into the kitchen and washed herself an over-sized wine glass. She reached into her refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of well-chilled red wine. It was a sweet blackberry merlot that she really liked. She took the protective outer foil wrapper off the top of the new bottle, twisted the cap open and poured herself a glass. Charlene put the clear glass up to her full lips and took a long sip. As the wine reached her stomach and the alcohol began to spread through her blood stream, she immediately felt calmer. Charlene stood in the kitchen sipping her wine for a few minutes. She wasn't thinking about anything really, she was just standing there, kind of staring off into space while enjoying her wine. Charlene was fully called back into the present when she went to take another sip of the sweet elixir and realized her glass was empty. She refilled her glass, then grabbed it along with the entire bottle of wine and headed back to her main living area. She held her large wine glass in her right hand and sipped out of it periodically as she walked slowly, with the left hand firmly grasping the tapered neck of the frosted glass wine bottle. She was taking a long swig, tipping her glass up in front of her face and barely paying attention as she walked into her living area. As she lowered the glass, swallowing the dark berry-colored liquid swirling around in her mouth, she nearly choked and almost dropped everything she was holding. She looked over to see her ex-husband sitting on her black and tan Asian character covered futon. Her face must have been a strange muddled, mangled mix of shock, horror and familiar recognition as she stood staring at him. "Did you miss me?" he asked sarcastically, twisting his handsome facial features into a cruel smile, his cold green eyes piercing into her own soft brown ones. "H... how... how'd you get in here?" Charlene stammered. "Through there," he said nodding in the direction of her two large front room windows. Charlene didn't know what to do. She hadn't seen him in over a year, but she knew from previous confrontations with her now ex-husband that she couldn't out run him. He was far too athletic and fast. She wasn't stronger than him and he would easily be able to over take and subdue her if she tried to struggle against him in any type of a physical dispute. "Well what do you want? Why'd you come here?" Charlene finally managed to ask after a short silent pause. "Because Charlie baby, I think you owe me some explanations." "About what?" Charlene inquired, genuinely confused. "About what?" he repeated incredulously. "Charlie, Charlie, Charlie," he said, shaking his head slowly. "Haven't you heard?" She still looked bewildered and didn't answer, so he continued. "You see, about a week after our last rendezvous," Charlene tried hard not to cringe or think back to that awful night. "The cops came and picked me up. Now, was it a coincidence that during a time I can only guess that you were pretty pissed at me that I got caught up in some bullshit then got locked up?" He was glaring at her by the time he'd finished his last statement. Charlene could see his demeanor was changing. His almost playful mocking tone was gradually turning into a very angry, unreasonable rage with every word he spoke. She'd seen this transformation before, but had thought she'd never have to witness it again. Charlene tried to swallow and found that she couldn't. She felt like her mouth and throat had completely dried out. She actually hadn't seen him since that night more than a year ago. Since he hadn't attempted to contact her much after that episode of their drama-filled marriage, Charlene thought their relationship was finally over. She figured he had actually grown tired of her, especially seeing as how he was cheating on her with several other women, and was finally simply leaving her alone. It had never dawned on her that he'd been incarcerated. Trying to get on with her life, she'd even moved from her previous apartment that they'd once lived in together – though not entirely by her own choice. After that night when his temper had erupted like Mount Vesuvius, her apartment building manager sent her a notice to vacate the premises within thirty days. Her now ex-husband had kicked a hole in the front door of her apartment after she was just a second too slow trying to get away from him and she hadn't gotten the door completely closed in time. Though she pleaded with the landlords to reconsider and offered to pay for any damage, they insisted for the safety of the other tenants that she had to leave their apartment as soon as possible. "Look Donnie, I really don't know what the hell you're talking about," Charlene said quietly, looking down at the floor now. "Is that right?" "No, really I don't. I thought you told me you wanted a divorce so you could go be with one of those skank ass hoes you were running around with back then," Charlene looked him in the eyes again struggling to keep her voice tone even as she spoke, trying not to let the anger, hurt, betrayal and bitterness she still felt creep into her words. "You stupid bitch!" Donnie snapped angrily. "I told you the only way you were really gonna be able to get away from me was if you moved far, far away and I couldn't find you or if you killed me. Did you think I was kidding?" Charlene knew she was in trouble now. Almost absent-mindedly, she took a long gulp of her wine, draining all of her glass's contents at once before turning away from Donnie and placing her empty glass and the bottle on a nearby bookshelf. She didn't look back over at her ex-husband. She was trying to think of the best escape route from her current predicament. However, living on the second floor of an apartment building was going to limit most of her options for fleeing. She also knew in a fight that clearly she'd lose. Donnie was infinitely stronger than her and she really didn't want to get hurt. She could yell and scream for help, but she feared that such actions would only get her kicked out of this apartment too. Besides, by the time help arrived, Donnie would probably have already done whatever he'd come here to do. Charlene's mind was whirling. She was a good girl. She'd gone to mostly private schools her entire life and had even gone to a top college that was also a Catholic university. How had she ended up ever marrying this low-life ruffian? Why was he back now after all this time anyway? Did he really think she would ever have the gull to defy him by turning him in to the police? She knew very little about his illegal substance trafficking and other 'business.' Besides, since she used to be married to him, she wouldn't have said anything about his illicit affairs anyway. Not only was spousal communication privileged information in the eyes of the law, she wouldn't have wanted to get pulled into any charges based on any of his bad behavior. Lost in her thoughts, Charlene was unaware of any of her ex's movements within the room. Suddenly, she felt strong hands fiercely grab hold of both of her arms, turning her to face him. "You've been a very bad girl Charlie, setting me up like that," he said angrily, digging his fingers into her naked arms even more, bruising her delicate flesh. "And you know what happens to bad girls, don't you? Bad girls have to be punished," he said harshly, answering his own question. Before his words could fully register in her brain, Donnie ripped her towel from around her naked body and threw it on the floor. Her full breasts were exposed and her nipples immediately began to harden from the cool air in the room, her stand fan oscillating and creating a periodic breeze blowing across them. She moved her hands up instinctively to cover her breasts from his apparent lustful gaze. Charlene could feel the burning flush coming into her cheeks. "Don't be shy now, babe," Donnie said sardonically, knocking her hands away from her breasts so he see their full view. He began to pull her towards him. At that second, Charlene snapped out of her slightly wine-induced daze. She held her body rigid, resisting his advances. "No. Donnie, stop it. You told me you wanted a divorce and you got it. So I don't belong to you any more and I don't wanna do this," she said looking up at him with a stern expression on her face to let him know that she was serious. "What the fuck? You think after spending a year in the pen behind some stupid shit you set me up for I give a damn what you want?" he said looking shocked that she had put up any type of opposition to what he wanted. "It cost me a year of my life and a pretty penny fighting that case in court. Trust me, you owe me." "Donnie, I don't know what it is that you think I did, but I would never..." before she could even finish what she was saying whap! Charlene stood speechless, a sharp pain was rapidly registering in her left cheek, where Donnie had just slapped her. He'd hit her so hard that bitter tears were instantly forming behind her eyes from the sting, but Charlene willed herself not to cry. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. "Donnie, just stop. Leave now before this gets any worse," she said calmly, trying to keep any emotion out of her voice. "Oh no babe, the fun's just getting started." He grabbed her, pulling her to him roughly. He pressed his lips up against her soft full lips harshly, attempting to force her to kiss him. Charlene stood there limply, non-responsive. He pulled back from her, looking at her quizzically. "Are you trying to make me angry?" he asked indignantly. "No," she replied in a voice that was barely a whisper. "It's just that I already told you no. So anything else that happens now is by coercion, not consent." Whap! As she finished speaking, he struck her across the other cheek and he looked even more angry now. The tears really stung this time and sat just at the very edge, threatening to spill out from her eyes, but Charlene still held on. She couldn't give this sick, sadistic bastard the pleasure of seeing her tears. "So you think you're tough now, huh?" Donnie asked, noting how she was under reacting to his use of violence. "Yeah, well we'll see..." With that, he grabbed her by her long auburn hair and dragged her over to the futon. However, unlike when he'd done this previously during the course of their marriage, Charlene didn't scream. Nor did she cry or try to reason with him to stop his brutality. Previous encounters with this man had already proven to her that those methods were ineffective. Ironically, her lack of response now seemed to only fuel his anger even more. Reaching his destination, Donnie picked her up and gruffly threw Charlene on the futon. Her body bounced several times as she hit the inner-spring containing mattress. She lay there looking straight up, not saying anything. Inside her own mind, she hated the idea of feeling so helpless, weak and powerless, despite her façade of casual apathy. She started to ponder how he'd even gotten in through her windows. She was almost positive she had pulled the windows nearly closed and locked them in place. She really hoped too that all he wanted was sex and not to really harm her in any other way. Donnie was a very violent man and no one who could help her even knew he was at her residence. Charlene was aware of these facts and didn't want to have to find out firsthand what else he was capable of. Donnie was doing something, standing to the right side of her. She didn't look over at him, but she already knew he was getting undressed. When he was completely naked, he kneeled at the end of the mattress where Charlene's feet were. He crawled towards her then straddled her body as she tried to keep her legs closed by squeezing her knees together. However, Donnie easily pried her knees apart using his powerful thigh to wedge them open. Charlene continued to lay there with her arms straight out by her sides as he leaned over her and started to roughly kiss and lick her neck. Seeing that Charlene was continuing to be unresponsive out of defiance, Donnie bit her neck hard, on a sensitive area near her collar bone. Charlene was unable to completely stifle a little yelp of pain mixed with utter shock. She hoped her neck wouldn't start bleeding, but she knew it would be bruised at the very least. Seeming to have gotten her attention, Donnie continued his trail of painful bites down both sides of her neck, then lower to both of her breasts. Charlene was more prepared for the bites that followed the initial one, and she clenched her eyes shut and tensed up her body to block out the pain. She was so focused on distracting herself from the pain being inflicted by his teeth, that she hadn't realized that Donnie was repositioning himself. Without warning, Donnie shoved two of his huge fingers right into Charlene's ultra tight pussy. Her eyes flew open at this unwelcome invasion. At first, this action hurt like hell too. With her upper body still stinging from all of his vicious bites and now his humungous digits clumsily fingering her pussy that hadn't had anything inside of it in more than a year, Charlene really thought she would cry. The pain was too overwhelming. Just then, the pain in her pussy began to subside. Her activities from earlier in the night had left her very well lubricated and after about a minute, which had felt like an eternity of agony and torture to Charlene, Donnie was able to slide his fingers in and out of her wet cunt more easily. Charlene tried to talk herself out of enjoying what her savage of an ex-husband was doing to her. He was forcing himself on her and wanted to use her body strictly for his own sexual gratification, completely disregarding what she wanted. She was trying not to like it, but in all honesty she did. Besides, at least he had stopped biting her. Donnie slid a third extra large, long finger into her pussy. Charlene felt her pussy stretching almost beyond capacity. This hurt for a few seconds, but then the pain again subsided as Donnie began to rub his thumb coarsely over her clit. Charlene didn't want to like it, but her body's response's betrayed her outward appearance of cool ambivalence. A Crazy Night Ch. 01 She could feel Donnie's member stiffening against her leg while he finger fucked her hard. "Yeah you like that, don't you baby?" he asked with his voice husky and full of desire, making her feel repulsed, yet oddly turned on simultaneously. Charlene found herself wanting to spit on her ex-husband and tell him that she hated him and to go to hell, but she also wanted to fuck him at the same time. She didn't respond to his question not only because she felt so conflicted and confused, but also because she was so close to having an orgasm. She was right at the brink but praying and trying to will herself not to cum. Just then, her prayers were answered as Donnie ripped his fingers out of her now leaking twat. He positioned himself so that he was straddling her face, with his huge cock and balls hanging just above her face. "Suck me," he commanded as he stroked his incredible hard on. Charlene made no move to do so. "Did you hear me? You bitch, I said suck my dick!" When she still didn't comply, he held her head still with his left hand and with his right he began to move his dick to use as a battering ram to penetrate her mouth. Charlene defiantly kept her lips pursed together as the precum from his cock started dripping onto them. Becoming frustrated at not being able to access her mouth, Donnie soon figured out a way to get what he wanted. He let go of his cock and pinched Charlene's nose closed, using his thumb and index finger to totally block her nostrils from receiving any air supply. The standoff continued for a few minutes as Charlene continued her disobedience. "How much longer are you gonna be able to hold your breath like that Charlie?" Donnie asked her maliciously, clamping down even tighter on her nose. When she started to panic as she was on the verge of passing out, Charlene opened her mouth to gasp for air. As she did, Donnie shoved his dick that was even harder now from the anticipation and excitement the struggle caused, all the way into her mouth and down into her throat. Charlene kept gasping for air, gagging on his long, thick hard member that was now consuming her entire throat. She had forgotten just how much man meat her ex was packing and was surprised that he was able to get so much all the way back into her throat in one stroke. He let go of her nose and began to ruthlessly assault her mouth and throat. Charlene considered biting down hard on his dick for a second, but decided against this course of action knowing it would only make him angrier. She reasoned that maybe after she got him off, he'd just leave her alone. Charlene relaxed her throat as much as she could to make it easier for him to slide in and out of her orifice and to keep herself from choking. She tried to get more into it, in part to get him out of her apartment and life sooner. She found herself licking the underside of his dick, just at the tip the way she knew he liked it. "Yeah you freaky little slut, do it just like that" he said as he began to fuck her mouth even harder. He was calling Charlene all kind of foul names and pistoning in and out of her mouth so fast now that again, she could barely breathe. He stopped suddenly, then groaned as his hips bucked. He shoved his dick as far down Charlene's throat as he could get it. She knew he was going to cum and he knew how much she hated to swallow. In this position, she'd have no other choice if she didn't want to drown and gag on his cum. He spewed his spunk all down the back of her throat, stream after thick creamy stream. He moved his dick out then pushed forward all the way back down her throat as he unloaded into her. Disgusted, she swallowed all the jism she could manage without vomiting, mad as hell that he'd done that to her. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, then wiped the leaky head over Charlene's lips. There was already come drizzling out the sides of her mouth. She couldn't contain her angry expression and was glaring up at him. "Oh, come on now Charlie. See, swallowing's not as bad as you thought, now is it?" She didn't respond verbally, only continued to glare at him in angry silence, the heat of outrage coloring her face a deep shade of crimson. She hoped now that he'd gotten what he wanted he would go ahead and leave. Charlene soon found out, however, that the night was only beginning. A Crazy Night Ch. 02 "You know Charlie, I have to admit. I've been waiting to do that to you just to get back at you for what you did to me for a long time. I even dreamed of skeeting down your throat and making you swallow my cum – seeing as how I know how much you love doing it," Donnie said sarcastically. "And to tell you the truth, the real thing was even better than in my fantasies." Charlene still didn't speak, but continued glaring at him. "But now, it's time for some real fun," Donnie said smiling wickedly. In one fluid motion, he arose from the futon mattress and yanked the futon frame up then outwards, making the mattress go from bending into more of a couch position to fully straightened out like a bed, while Charlene remained on it. His knee caused the futon to make a small creaking sound when he placed about half of his weight back on it, as the frame snapped completely into place. He crawled back over to her and again straddled her body. Charlene had tried to ignore it, but she could see he'd spent a lot of time working out while he was in prison. Especially with all the lights on, she could clearly see his well-defined muscles rippling gracefully underneath his skin as he moved closer to her. She realized now that her face still felt hot, though she was blushing now from all of the naughty thoughts suddenly racing through her mind, instead of flushing from anger. Charlene would never admit it, but she was still attracted to this handsome scoundrel. His sexy body coupled with her own arousal and the intensity of the situation only served to excite her more. She tried to distract herself and think about something other than the throbbing between her thighs and her steadily increasing desire to orgasm. Charlene closed her eyes, searching her mind for something else to concentrate on when Donnie bent down and started to gently lick one of her nipples. Meanwhile, he began to massage her other nipple, rolling it lightly between his thumb and index finger. He gradually increased the pressure on her right nipple by sucking on it and pinching her left nipple more firmly between his finger and thumb. He switched his mouth to her other nipple and began sucking it, now rolling her right nipple between his other thumb and index finger. Charlene tried desperately to keep her arousal from showing, trying not to moan. However, it had been too long since she'd savored this kind of physical attention and her body was responding to his stimulation in other ways she couldn't really control. She was unconsciously arching her back up towards Donnie's eagerly sucking mouth and her legs seemed to be parting wider of their own volition. He supported his weight on one arm as he continued to suck on her nipple. He moved his other hand down between Charlene's thighs, stopping to rub her clit before plunging his index and middle fingers deep into her pussy. He stroked her more gently now, getting her even wetter. After a couple of minutes, he removed his mouth from her breast to speak. "I see you've kept my pussy nice and tight for me. See, I knew you missed me. You were just waiting for me to come back home and give you what a bad girl needs, huh? What a little slut like you deserves." Her eyes opened to look at him. As he spoke, he began to finger fuck her faster and harder. Charlene made no protests; she just tried to keep from cumming. "You filthy little whore, you know you want it. Go on and cum for me." She looked away from him then and focused her gaze on the blank television screen. Donnie repositioned himself so that his face was directly above her clit. He used his tongue and flicked it hard on the sensitive little nub. He sucked on her clit then, matching the rhythm to his fingers that were still rapidly moving in and out of her sopping pussy. Charlene couldn't hold back any longer. She barely stifled some very loud moaning, biting into her bottom lip and closing her eyes again as her hips bucked wildly and her pussy convulsed again and again around his two fingers. "Awww yeah, that's my girl. Mmm... cum all over daddy's fingers like the good little slut you are." His words, combined with her pent up sexual frustration released a second even more powerful orgasm, sending her body into another series of convulsions. This new wave of orgasm didn't escape Donnie's notice. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I should have always known you were nothing but a fuckin' slut. Look at how you keep cumming when I tell you what a whore you are." Before he evoked another orgasmic response from her, he removed his fingers from her dripping cunt. "Open your mouth," his tone and words commanded. When Charlene didn't comply he continued by asking "do you really wanna make me do this the hard way again?" Remembering her earlier ordeal, she kept her eyes tightly shut and parted her luscious full lips, but just barely. Donnie stuffed his two massive fingers still wet with her natural lubricant into her mouth. "Suck them," he ordered. She did, but she only sucked his fingers weakly. "Obviously, you need some more motivation 'cause I know a super slut like you can do a way better job than that." He grabbed his hardening dick into his hand and gave it several quick strokes before he placed the tip of it against her virgin asshole. Charlene's eyes flew open as alarm seized her. "Now unless you want me to rip this sweet little ass of yours wide open, I would suggest you suck your pussy juices off of my fingers like you really mean it. Do it like you're giving the best head of your life. I know you can manage that you little whore." Not wanting her anus to be impaled by his huge member, Charlene grabbed his hand and sucked on both of his fingers, deep throating them. It was much easier to do than deep throating his dick had been. She licked and sucked both fingers completely clean. "Mmm look at you working that slutty mouth of yours like a pro. I bet you love the taste of pussy, don't you?" Charlene ignored him and continued sucking, until she felt him pushing the tip of his dick against her again, putting more pressure on her asshole. "You better answer me you fuckin' bitch, or I swear I'll do it. Now I said, do you like the way pussy tastes?" Charlene fervently wagged her head up and down while continuing to suck his fingers, doing the best she could to keep herself from crying. "I knew a slutty bitch like you would." He yanked his fingers out of her mouth so swiftly then, that the action caused Charlene to gasp and flinch. She blinked, then looked up at him, wondering what kind of degradation he would hurl at her next. Then he wrapped each of his arms around each of her thighs and fiercely grabbed her, pulling her body towards his. He positioned his dick to enter her pussy. "No, wait! Please at least use a condom. I'm not on the pill or anything," Charlene cried out in fright, worried about getting pregnant. A situation like that would most assuredly necessitate her telling someone about this incident, and she certainly didn't want to have to do that. "Shut up you bitch!" he yelled at her as he let go of one of her legs and struck her across the face again. Her face stung where he'd hit her, though the blow wasn't as bad as the previous two, thwarted somewhat because of their current body positioning. Charlene could no longer hold back the tears as he forcefully grabbed her leg again and then he mercilessly rammed his big, thick, long, super hard dick all the way inside her pussy in one stroke, without using a condom. He was inside her so deep, his balls were slapping against her ass. He was so big and it had been so long since she'd last had sex, it felt as though he were ripping her apart with his rough, unyielding pounding. "I don't give a shit what you say! This is my pussy and I'll use it however I want, whenever I want," he nearly roared at her, fucking her harder with every word he spoke. Charlene closed her eyes as the tears continued spilling out of them. She prayed the brutal assault on her body would end soon. He fucked her as hard and as fast as he could while screaming all manners of obscenities at her. Charlene cried the entire time that he kept up such inhumane abuse. However, her tears started to dissipate after a few minutes as he slowed his stroke. When he was moving at a more comfortable rhythm and no longer shouting profanity at her, Charlene began to actually enjoy the full sensation inside of her. She'd almost forgotten how much she enjoyed sex, though she wished she were getting some under different circumstances and with someone else. She was really perplexed by this whole situation. Charlene couldn't fully understand why her ex-husband behaved in such a contradictory way – wanting both to please her and also cause her such tremendous pain at the same time. That was one of the main reasons their marriage had suffered. She'd always felt confused by Donnie's erratic behavior, which of course had only really surfaced after they said the 'I dos.' Likewise, right now she was puzzled by her own reactions to the way he was treating her tonight. Her mind was whirling with lust, resentment, love, hate and a jumbled mess of other complex emotions. Charlene had always known Donnie was a bad boy – in fact, it was one of the things that had first attracted her to him. He had been fun, exciting and mysterious when they were dating. It was cute until it turned into paranoid, insecure, distrust and outright abusiveness after they'd wed. Donnie started to move his hips in a circular motion as he continued to stroke his dick in and out of her pussy. As he was thrusting inward, the way in which he hit one of her vaginal walls, caused her to cry out in pleasure, almost involuntarily. "Oh..." he said lustfully, smiling down at her mischievously. "I had almost forgotten about that little sweet spot." He repositioned her leg in order to gain better access, and started grinding his pelvis into hers, hitting the same spot inside her pussy over and over again. She moaned loudly, knowing another orgasm was looming close. They locked eyes, caught in a powerful, passion-filled trance. It was just like old times, when things were good between them and they were both caught up in the moment. He started moving faster and faster, fucking her harder and harder, hitting that spot he knew drove her wild. Unable to hold it any longer, her cunt erupted in volcanic ecstasy. As she came down from the heights of this pleasure, her pussy continued to convulse, squeezing down hard while fully engulfing his dick. He couldn't hold out any more either and began to cum inside of her, shooting his hot, thick, creamy load deep into her. She loved the sensation of him cumming inside her and just the thought sent her rushing towards another climax, just as he was starting to come down from his. When they were both done, they stayed in the same position and he was still inside of her. They had both starting to sweat and were panting from all the physical exertion. Then like lighting had stuck both of them, they were both insatiable suddenly. Without releasing his already re-hardened cock from her body, he rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She rode his dick fast, hard and furiously, releasing all the built up sexual tension she'd been holding onto for more than a year already. Neither of them cared that their combined sex juices were seeping out and getting all over both of them as well as onto the futon. She rode him greedily for a long time, enjoying how he felt inside of her. Her feet were placed on either side of him, her hands pressed against his chest as she eagerly continued to pump up and down on his dick. He caressed different parts of her body before he grabbed her hips to hold her stationary while he thrust upward, stroking in and out of her pussy. When her legs started to get tired, he moved from underneath her and she lay her head and chest onto the futon mattress, with her ass up in the air. He got up on his knees behind her, stroking his dick for a few seconds then re-entered her from the back. He palmed each of her glorious and sexy round ass cheeks, rubbing them, before alternating between smacking each cheek, then he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back towards him. It was all too much. Charlene found herself yelling out "oh yes! Fuck me baby! Fuck me harder! Faster!" Donnie complied and was once again hitting that spot inside her pussy that she liked, making her moan loudly. Within a few minutes, she had her strongest orgasm of the night. Donnie carefully pulled himself out of her, coaxing her onto her back. He stroked his dick and she played with her clit while they watched each other masturbate. She was rubbing her nipples with her other hand when Donnie placed his dick between her tits. She squeezed her titties together and he moved his dick up and down between them. As the tip of his dick came up from between her tits she would lick it, tasting their combined sex fluids. He lingered with his cock at her lips so she sucked on the tip while she used her hands to help run her breasts over the length of his erection. It was truly like a scene from a porn movie. When Donnie couldn't take any more, he pulled out of her mouth and came all over her beautiful 38D tits. Charlene rubbed the cum all over her nipples with one hand and massaged her clit with her other hand. She kept going until she climaxed again, very excited by her ex watching her. As she once again came down from the heights of passion and pleasure, she began to feel a little embarrassed. She couldn't believe what had just happened between the two of them. Charlene turned away from him, her slightly tanned face reddening again. She wouldn't have admitted it, but she was also chagrined because she still felt so good. After a long silent pause, Charlene spoke with her back still turned to him. "Why? Why did you come here tonight? Just for sex? You could have gotten that from any of the other women you know and probably more easily from them. What was the point of all this?" "C'mon, you know I love a challenge," he said mockingly. "But seriously," he continued, his tone changing slightly, "you see Charlie, I told you, you owe me. And the price that you're going to pay me is a baby." A sheer look of bewilderment engulfed Charlene's face as she turned to look at him. "I want a son and you're going to give me one. A fine baby boy who will grow up to be just like me." Charlene was absolutely horrified. "But... but why?" Charlene stammered. "Why do you want your ex-wife to have your baby?" "No Charlie baby, that's where you're wrong. You're not my ex-wife and I'm not you're ex-husband." Charlene was utterly confused now. Seeing the non-comprehension registering across her face, Donnie continued. "Apparently, you didn't read the fine print on that quickie, do-it-yourself divorce you tried to get us. I originally agreed to a divorce, but after a few months in the joint, I decided to do some reading. See, I'd changed my mind and decided we really should be together 'til death do us part. And I found out that as long as I revoked the summary dissolution, it didn't matter whether you also agreed to rescind the divorce or not. If either one of us changed our mind before the six month waiting period was over and notified the court before the final paperwork was filed, then our marriage is still valid. So guess what sweet stuff?" A look of sheer horror quickly spread over Charlene's face as she realized what he was saying to her. "That's right... we're still married. So you're mine to have and to hold now and forever... or at least as long as we both shall live. Now isn't that just precious?" He smiled at her menacingly as he spoke and Charlene felt like she was going to be sick. A Crazy Night Ch. 02 "Come on! We're going to be late as it is!" "Whose party is it again?", I asked. "One of the interns – Amanda, I think", Gina answered. I left my papers where they were and grabbed my bag. "Did you get directions?" "We have to pass my apartment on the way, so meet me there in 15 minutes." I remembered the last time I was with Gina and James. The flash-backs made me wince. "We'll take my car." I arrived at Gina's place 5 minutes late. I knocked on the door. She opened it quickly. "Hey! You ready?", she asked. "Yep, let's go." We headed to my car. "Where's James?" "He's visiting his parents", she said. "He's not coming with you?." "Not this time." Reluctantly, I unlocked the doors, and we got it. I asked, "Is Michelle coming?" "Yeah, we have to pick her up at her place. Do you remember where it is?" I took a deep breath, "Yeah, let's get going...we're already going to be out late tonight." As we headed off, I asked, "How do you know Michelle?" "She use to live in my building." "Has she always been this insane?" "Yeah...we have a love/hate relationship. She's fun to be around, but she can get crazy sometimes." I looked at her with a comical expression, "Just like you." She laughed and put in a Kittie CD. Gina liked hard rock. Arriving at Michelle's apartment, I began to get a little nervous. Gina turned down the music, and called her cell phone to let her know we were waiting for her outside. Soon, she was walking through the entrance to her building. Goddammit, she was hot. Tonight, she was wearing a beige skirt, those wrap-up-your calf canvas heels and a very low-cut top. She must have been around 5'8"...maybe 145 lbs. Very cute, very sexy...but with curves. She definitely jiggled a little when she walked, and it turned me on immediately. Gina on the other hand, seemed to be only kneecaps and elbows. But she was just as sexy to me. It had been only a few weeks since our first encounter, the night we found Michelle fucking some stranger in the parking lot, and I was still not over it. Michelle opened the back door, and got in. Gina opened her passenger door and got out. She opened the other back door and slid inside. "Hey, you gonna leave me up here all alone?", I asked. "We have some things to discuss", Gina said smiling. Michelle leaned forward, reached around the seat and pinched my right nipple, "How you been?" I flinched, grabbed her hand and pushed it away, "Just fine, and you?" She ignored my question and laughed. We headed for the interstate. As soon as we were on our way, the girls began to talk in hushed tones. I could only make out every other word. "Fuck"..."tonight"..."Sarah"..."redhead"..."guys". I gave up trying to listen and focused on the road. We arrived at the intern's apartment complex after a 45 minute drive. Gina pointed to one of the ground floor units, "That's it". I stopped the car in front of two guys, one short and chunky, one tall and normal looking. He was not as tall as me, but had a little more girth. I was 6'3", 225lbs. I had played football in high school, and had never quite recovered from the high-carb diet and workouts. I was kind of in the middle, between peak physical condition and the post college weight gain. We all three got out of the car. I started walking toward the opened apartment door. I nodded to the guys who were smoking cigarettes, both with a bottle of beer in their hands. Expressionless, they nodded back. I made my way inside Amanda's apartment with Gina and Michelle in tow. Once inside, Amanda ran up to me excitedly, "You're here!" She seemed surprised that I'd come. "Yep, sorry we're late, but you live too far from civilization." "My parents live near by, and they insisted I live near them while in college", she said. We continued talking for a bit about work, and how she enjoyed her internship. She couldn't wait to graduate...blah blah, woof woof. She continued talking, but I began to glance around the small apartment. There were two girls sitting together at a small table, smoking weed and drinking what looked like bottles of Alize - a mixture of cognac and fruit juice. The redhead was pretty attractive. She wore tight white shorts that let you see her underwear when she crossed her legs, a pink top and flip-flops. Her hair was plain and straight, but a very dark read. The other girl wore too much make-up and similar-looking brown shorts with a tight, white tank-top. She had short, wavy brown hair. She was tan. She reminded me very much of the porn star Bree Olson, but with too much make-up if you can believe it. Amanda grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the table. Amanda was a little chubby. She seemed very interested in me, and she was a sweet girt. But she was not attractive at all. "This is Allison", she said, pointing to the redhead. "And this is Sarah". We exchanged greetings. Amanda introduced me, "This is one of our managing editors." Sarah asked, "Would you like a drink?" "Sure, what do you have?" "A little bit of everything", she said. She pointed to Amanda's refrigerator. I walked over, opened the door and reviewed the inventory. Alize, Corona, nasty domestic beers, vodka, and plenty of Jack Daniels. I grabbed a Corona. I turned around to see the other guys walking inside. They seemed to be eying me nervously. Amanda pulled me over to them. "This is Brian", pointing to the short, squatty fellow. "He lives in my apartment complex." Pointing to the tall chap, "And this is Allison's boyfriend Mark". She introduced me. I nodded again, reciprocating their cold greeting. Neither guy was especially good-looking. I felt lucky to be the hottest guy in a house full of girls. Gina and Michelle were sitting on the couch, talking loudly over the music. There was room for one more, so I walked over and sat down. Noticing my approach, they stopped talking and watched me cautiously as I sat next to Gina. "By all means, pretend I'm not here", I said. They both giggled and turned toward me. By this time, they both were sharing a joint and a larger, family-sized bottle of Alize. "Want some?", Michelle asked, reaching over Gina to hand me the bottle of Alize. I accepted the bottle, "Why not?" Taking a small sip, my mouth perked as I swallowed the sweet, bitter mix. Though I'd never sampled it before, I knew Alize was a very effective tool for getting girls drunk. Much more effective than watered down wine-coolers. I handed the bottle back to Gina. At the same time, she passed a joint to me. I accepted and took a long draw. I took stock of the room again. Sarah and Allison were still sitting at the table, nursing their smaller bottles of Alize. The other guys were standing next to them, with Amanda in the middle chatting away. Michelle was talking to me, but I wasn't listening. I glanced at the TV...a Real World Seattle rerun was on. My Corona was barely empty when Amanda brought over a shot of Jack Daniels. I soon noticed everyone had their own small shot glass full of the brown liquid. At her urging, everyone quickly swallowed their measure. I followed. Gina passed me the joint again. Amanda made the rounds, filling everyone's shot glass. She did this several more times, and I could feel my first hint of a buzz. I pretended to be engaged in Gina and Michelle's conversation, nodding in approval every once in a while. But honestly, I was bored out of my mind. After several more shots, jello-shooters and half of another joint. I really began to loosen up. Soon, I was half drunk, and the weed was starting to do its thing. So much so that I hadn't notice when Amanda left the room. Later, she emerged from her bedroom with a hand-full of salmon-colored pills. She passed them around. I examined mine. It was X. Everyone knocked one back, with beer and Alize chasers. I declined, "Amanda, you can have this." Before Amanda could take it from me, Michelle grabbed it and swallowed it immediately. "Yummy!" Before I knew it, I was extremely tired. I could hear the muffled tones of everyone in the room. I had given in to regular swallows of Alize, half a dozen more Corona's and 2 or 3 more shots of Jack. It was only 9:45pm, and I was very drunk, and very high. Through fuzzy eyes, I watched Michelle get up and head toward the bedroom. Gina turned around and looked at me, "Are you OK?". Slurring badly, I answered, "I'm fline". I felt my consciousness slipping away. I awoke suddenly to silence and an empty room. I was lying on the couch - the TV was playing another Real World rerun, but in another city. The room was spinning. I glanced at the clock - it was 11pm. My bladder was about to burst, and I needed to hurl. I stood up, gathered my bearings and headed for the bedroom. The door was closed. I knocked on it excitedly. The nob turned slowly, and the door was pulled open. I rushed through the bedroom. My only goal was to reach the bathroom and purge myself. On my way through the bedroom, I notice out of the corner of my eye, the most blessed sight I have ever seen. Gina, Michelle, Sarah and Allison were all naked. Each had their faces buried in the crotches of another girl. I grinned in ecstasy at the sight of flesh and the sounds of moaning. Gina, noticing my presence, looked up and began to say something, but my first concern was the bathroom. I made it to the toilet, and slammed the door. I hurled violently for several seconds. As quickly as it started, it ended. I stood up, and relived myself. I grabbed a bottle of Scope, washed out my mouth, and reentered the scene. Back inside the bedroom, I noticed other sights that had alluded me earlier. Amanda was giving the squatty fellow a BJ, and the tall guy was working a blue dildo in and out of his girlfriend, Allison. Michelle was busy with her face buried in Gina's snatch. And Sarah, the short-haired brunette with a hot tan, was now finger-fucking Michelle. The were all moaning softly. Drunk, but with no more nausea, I stood and stared. I felt my cock coming back to life. Gina raised her head out from the mass of bodies and said happily, "Welcome back sleepy head!" I walked toward the bed, my slumber starting to lift. It was a dream come true. As I drew closer, the tall guy spoke loudly, "Hey dick, no one wants you in here. I think you need to leave!" Realizing I was the last to arrive at the scene, I looked at the girls for support. Gina and Michelle spoke up simultaneously. "No...you stay in here." Sarah followed, glaring at the tall guy. "He has every right to be here". Feeling accepted, I sat down next to the bed, and watched with pleasure as the girls resumed their activities. It was awesome...pussy everywhere. Gina's tight little body...her tiny tits with dotted by small freckles. Michelle's creamy white skin gyrated as she sucked and finger-fucked at the same time. It was hard to keep track of who was eating who. The tall guy reluctantly went back to dildo-fucking his girlfriend Allison. A few moments later, Allison took the dildo from her guy, and laid it to Sarah...soft at first, but soon I could hear the sound of sliding in and out. Next, the girls split into pairs...Gina with Michelle and Sarah with Allison. The guys, including me, sat back and watched. After about 15 minutes, Michelle raised her head and motioned for me to join her. I obliged. I laid down between she and Gina. With this, the tall guy became agitated. I was less than a foot away from his girlfriend Allison. I guess I would have been pissed too. But I was too drunk to care. As Michelle took off my trousers, the tall one stood up quickly and yelled, "You need to get the fuck out of here." Allison yelled back at him, "Shut the fuck up Mark! Just sit down and shut up!" Marked turned to Allison, "Fuck you, slut!" I started to get up, my trousers hanging loosely. "Look, I don't want to start any trouble, I can leave." In unison, the girls said, "No! You stay where you are". But Mark was having none of it. He grabbed Allison's leg and started pulling her roughly off the bed. Sarah knocked Mark's hand away. He reached back and smacked her hard on the thigh. "Stay out of this bitch!" I'd had enough. "Look guy, the girls are having fun, don't ruin this." He looked at me, anger swelling up in his eyes. "Would you like to go outside?" I immediately got up. Michelle grabbed my arm. "Just stay here", she said nervously. I pulled away from her grasp. I dressed and lead the way. Before closing the door behind me, I told everyone, "Fucking stay where you are! I'll be right back." By this time, Amanda had stopped her BJ and everyone, including the squatty guy, was in shock at the whole situation. Gina tried to reassure everyone. "Everything is fine. I'll be back in a minute." She got up to dress, but Michelle grabbed her thigh. "Please, just stay in here. What can you do?" Both of us made it outside. "What's your malfunction numb-nuts?", I asked. "I don't want anyone touching Allison", he screamed. I screamed back. "No one is doing anything they don't want to!" At that, he took a swing at me. I ducked easily and crushed his rib cage with my right fist. He heaved and fell to the ground. I straddled him and started pounding his face and throat with my closed fist. At the sight of blood, I stopped. After about 30 seconds, I got up. He laid there moaning in pain. I asked, "Have you had enough?" No answer. I turned around, entered the apartment, and closed the door - locking it behind me. I went back to the bedroom. Everyone had ignored the noise outside. Michelle smiled at the sight of me. She motioned for me to join them again. Eagerly, I made my way over. But half-way there, I grimaced at the sight of the squatty guy fucking Amanda on the floor. Refocusing my attention, I laid down next to Michelle and Gina. Gina had now moved to Sarah, cupping her breasts, while she ate her pussy. Sarah was moaning loudly. Allison was using the blue dildo to fuck Gina's pussy. Michelle, undressed me, and started sucking and licking on my stomach. This went on for a while, until Gina raised and crawled over to me. She lifted her leg over my head and positioned her crotch over my face. I pulled down on her ass, positioning her pussy on my mouth. I ate that tiny snatch, tonguing her vigorously...sucking on her clit. I had dreamed of this since the first day she started work. I ate Gina until she began to tremble. I pushed my tongue further inside her until I was fucking her with it. She began to tense. I covered her entire opening with my mouth, flicking my tongue back and fourth across her clit. Desperately rocking back and forth on my face, she came hard. I kept flicking my tongue back and forth, trying to make her orgasm last as long as possible, while Michelle sucked me hard. Hearing Gina's groans, Michelle took my cock out of her mouth. She rose to her knees and straddled me. She grabbed my cock and shoved it in her snatch. Gina turned around and started kissing Michelle as she bobbed up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her moist pussy. I looked to my left and noticed Sarah and Allison were now holding each other tight. Sarah was on top kissing Allison and caressing her breasts. Allison watched me as I instinctively slid my hand into the tight space between them. She never flinched. I moved it further down and started to rub her opening. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as my fingers found her clit. I fondled Allison for a few minutes before raising my right hand again, and sliding it under Sarah's breasts. I cupped them, squeezed her gently and started fondling her. I was startled back to Michelle, as she announced her fast approaching climax. She was bobbing up and down as fast as she could, shaking the entire bed...her thighs slapping against my legs. Gina was straddling my chest, her ass inches from my face. She sucked and licked Michelle's nipples, running her finger back and forth across her clit. I grabbed Gina by her thighs and pulled her ass onto my face. Though I had never eaten a girl's ass before, it just felt right. I pulled her opening onto my mouth and started licking lightly. She ignored Michelle for a moment and turned her head around to look at me. She gave me this embarrassed, surprised look. She watched as I ate her ass and fingered her pussy. She was distracted again as Michelle began to come on my cock. Michelle, her orgasm peaking, grabbed Gina and pulled her breasts toward her own. She arched her back, as Gina grabbed her waist, helping her rock up and down. I heard Michelle say, "Choke me." Gina lifted one of hands and grabbed Michelle's throat. She squeezed tightly as Michelle's orgasm lingered. I felt her thrusts get harder and faster as she came. Her loud moans became intermittent growls as she struggled for breath. Finally, she began to slow. Each thrust became shorter as she whimpered, her eyes closed shut. Gina relaxed her grip. Michelle pulled me out, turned around and collapsed on the bed next to us. I turned Gina around and pushed her down near my crotch. She hesitated a moment, looking at me as if to ask if this would make things weird at work the next day. I gave her a reassuring look. She smiled and raised her crotch over my cock. She grabbed it and guided me to her opening. Carefully, she tried to work me inside her. It wasn't happening. She licked her hand, then reached down to lubricate her pussy. Then she did the same for my cock. Once again, she tried to insert it. This time, we made a little more progress. A few inches disappeared, as she closed her eyes, a grimace of pain running across her face. I whispered, "Gina, we don't have to." She opened her eyes and said, "I want it. I've wanted it for a while now." She slowly worked half of my cock deep inside her tiny pussy. She whimpered loudly as I slid myself in and out of her, slowly. I grabbed her small nipples, teasing them between my fingers, still wet from her pussy. Her whimpering changed to short, intermittent yelps as her vagina slowly stretched around my cock. I looked down to see my cock filling her completely. It barely fit between her narrow space. I continued to fuck her gently. Moments later, I felt warm moisture seeping from her pussy, coating my cock. This was the breakthrough I'd hoped for. She joined my efforts, grinding back and forth. Michelle, still passed out on the bed, appeared lifeless. Sarah and Allison, startled by the struggle happening next to them, abandoned each other and took places on each side of Gina. Sarah slid her hand up Gina's middle until she reached her left breast. Her fingers slid across across Gina's chest, pushing my hand away, and gripping her nipple between her fingers in a scissor. She slowly scissored her nipple. Allison did the same on the other side, kissing and sucking on Gina's ears and neck. A moment later, the realization of this situation hit me – a girl I'd dreamed of fucking since the moment I met her was fucking me, while two girls I'd met only that night were urging her closer to cumming. Sarah slid her hand down to Gina's clit and began to flick and rub it softly. Gina pulsed and trembled on my cock, her pace quickening. Allison kept her left hand on Gina's nipples. She fingered her own pussy, gathering juices on her finger tips. She returned to Gina's anus and penetrated it. Gina flexed and shuttered. She started mouthing something incoherent, breathing heavily as I fucked her. Allison fingered Gina's asshole, careful to avoid scratching her tender insides with her nails. On the other side, Sarah was holding Gina steady with her left hand, and flicking her clit with the other. Gina was in ecstasy. A Crazy Night Ch. 02 I felt my own orgasm coming soon. I had no idea what Gina would think of me cumming inside of her, and she was in no position to talk. I knew she was on birth control. I held back as long as I could. I began to get light-headed, and then immediately, I exploded inside of Gina. She jerked slightly as my hot cum splashed around inside of her. It filled her completely and overflowed out around her opening. Her eyes and mouth opened quickly as she realized what was happening. She gave me an excited look. I didn't know if she was going to be angry or not. Still thrusting, she smiled at me. "Good boy!" The girls, excited by my orgasm, began to push Gina down on my cock harder and harder. My cum quenched any friction between us, as she continued to take me inside of her pussy. She closed her eyes again. The girls began to encourage her softly as her steady motion became more jagged and erratic. I watched as she bent down, grabbed both my shoulders, and rested on my chest as she struggled for more leverage. I could feel her erect nipples sliding up and down my chest. I heard her take a deep breath as her thrusts became short and fast. She let out a deep scream as she began to climax. Our juices mixed as she continued to fuck me. She trembled excitedly as the orgasm worked its way around her body. I felt her toes curl next to my knees, as her body tightened. She rose suddenly, resting her hands on my chest, continuing her short, fast thrusts. Finally, she slowed, letting out another held breath followed by a moan of exhaustion and satisfaction. Her eyes opened, and raised a little more so that our faces were together. With my hard cock still inside, she gave me a soft, wet kiss. Our senses returning, she smiled at me, and raised her crotch. My cock slid out. She got off me and went into the bathroom to clean up. I watched her as she walked away from the bed. I could see her spinal column protruding under her skin. She was so skinny. At that moment, she reminded me of another porn star, Melissa-Ashley. Allison laid down beside me, as Sarah quickly put her mouth over my cock. I was spent, and not ready for another round. I started to jerk away, when she said, "I just want to clean you up." She slowly, softly licked and sucked the mixture of semen and pussy juice from my cock. With that, she swallowed. Next, she got up and followed Gina into the bathroom. Allison got up a few seconds later, and started to dress. I sat there feeling alone, but satisfied. After a few minutes, I got up, got dressed and went into the living room. Gina followed me. "Wow, that was awesome", she said. She seemed a little uncomfortable. "Yeah, I had a good time." "I don't want to stay here tonight", she said. "Are you going home?" "Yes, I'll take you home." Amanda and the squatty guy were still asleep on the floor in the bedroom. And the tall guy was no where to be seen. The ride home was not unusual, just two friends who'd had a fun night. Gina slept most of the way, but woke as we entered the city limits. We watched the sun rise as we drove along an empty highway. Work was the same. She never told anyone else, as far as I know, about that night. And we're friends today. I've never done anything like that with Gina since. But I will never forget that night.