0 comments/ 145284 views/ 12 favorites Between By: SexyJennaInk Jeannie felt someone enter her from behind and place his weight on top of her. His thrusts were hurried and voracious, each forward stroke driving her head lightly into the wooden arm of the bench she lay pinned down on. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted into her ear. She felt someone tug on her hair. "Suck it, bitch." She was faintly aware of the presence of a cock in front of her face, though she made no move to obey his command. "I said suck it," Paul grinned. She stared blankly at the penis in front of her, noticing the bumps and bulges of its veins and the pink scabs that covered the skin in various patches across its length. He pushed it to her lips, and Jeannie opened to allow its passage, unaware of how to proceed further to obey the overhanging command. She was, for all basic purposes, a virgin before this night. "Roll your tongue around," he offered, then began to laugh. "Fuck, I think this bitch of yours is a virgin." There was no answer. "Ben?" Jeannie whispered anxiously. He responded by driving into her with a more aggressive thrust and a faster tempo. "Ben, please," she begged. "Suck it harder," his friend barked. Suddenly, Ben pulled out and shot his cum all over Jeannie's ass. She felt it pool on her lower back, and she turned to face in the male’s direction. "Look at it run down her ass, man," Ben laughed. "That's fuckin kinky!" For the first time that night, she caught a glance of Ben's fully erect cock. It wasn’t exceptionally large, close to 6" at best, though it was extremely thick around, perhaps as wide as her wrist, she surmised. "On your knees," Paul demanded. Jeannie glared at him, but made no move. She felt unable to control her muscles, intoxicated by lust and her over-consumption of alcohol. Ben grabbed her, dislodging Paul's cock from her oral cavity in the process. He pulled her to her knees, her skirt above her waist, her still covered chest resting on the ledge of the bench. "Let’s lose this," Ben stated, tearing the silken fabric of Jeannie’s skirt from her miniscule frame. "And this," Paul smiled, raising her bra over her chest. The pair stood and eyed their handiwork. "She’s beautiful," Ben sighed. "Too bad she can't come with us!" "She’ll be back," Paul quipped. The brunette kneeled behind Jeannie, teasing her nipples with his fingers, burying his nose in her neck and equally dark locks. "This might hurt," he whispered. Jeannie nodded. She felt Paul's fingers push into her asshole, probing her insides and stretching her for his next invasion. She moaned, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Ben sat on the bench, watching as Paul worked Jeannie slowly. She watched him as he stroked himself slowly, focusing on his masturbation rather than Paul adding another finger to his onslaught. "I’m saving this for you," Ben smiled. She glanced upward, peering into his gentle brown eyes. His once calm, casual demeanor was now filled with lust, his eyes reflecting his desire to cheshire their time together and to try out every possible position he could dream up. "Try not to tense up," Paul whispered, blowing into her ear and massaging her breasts. The pain she felt as he began to apply pressure from behind her was immense, tears raced down her cheeks, her hands gripped the bench ledge tightly. "Please," she heard herself say, though Paul never paused or let up. "Oh fuck," he panted. "She is tight!" Ben laughed. "I told you, man, she’s fuckin tight as fuck." Paul continued to inch into Jeannie’s ass, adding about an inch every passing minute. When it felt like he’d been applying pressure for an hour, he stopped, and Jeannie felt his pubic hair press against her ass. "I’m in," he panted. "Fuck, Jeannie, fuck. Does it hurt?" The girl cried. She’d ceased clinging to the bench and taken the hands that Ben offered her. She grasped onto the sitting male tightly, and lay her head between his thighs. Her eyes rolled and her breath came uneasily. Her small pupils focused on Paul behind her, and she whispered, "Yes, oh god, yes," unsure of what he had expected her to retort. "I’ll let you get used to it," he stated warmly, rubbing her back tenderly. "It hurts so bad, it’s so big," she groaned. Ben and Paul laughed. "I’ve always prided myself on having a decent cock," Paul quipped and continued to rub the girl’s back. "Ready?" he laughed, knowing the girl would never be ready for what she was about to experience. "Please," Jeannie whimpered. "Go to it," Ben laughed, giving Paul the signal to begin removing his dick from the girl’s ass. "No, no, no," she sputtered as she tossed her head from side to side. Just as she began to wonder if perhaps it might be all over, Paul drove himself back into her roughly and pulled right back out. He began repeating the thrusts in rapid succession, as he had only moments before in her swollen vagina. "Hurts," she heaved. Ben laughed, though he continued to rub his thumbs over the flesh of her grasping hands. He could tell she was in pain, and it brought a tingle to his pulsing cock. The whole of the event lasted approximately ten minutes. Paul withdrew his hard cock after he’d cum inside Jeannie’s ass, cum spewing out of the attacked orifice and dripping down the girls bruised thighs. "Fuck that’s sexy," Ben muttered as Jeannie touched a finger to her thigh. He guided the kneeling girl into his lap, placing her face just inches from his own. "I want you," he smiled calmly, assuringly to the brunette. She felt his hand underneath them, rubbing his glistening cock and parting her labia to allow him entrance into her already moist genitalia. "Sit down," he instructed her. She did so, feeling his manhood fill her to the breaking point. Ben raised her up, then slammed her back down several times; impaling her on his hard member. He wasn’t nearly as thick as his friend, though the males were equal in length. As she rode his cock, she listened to the sounds of Paul's breathing, heavy and close, somewhere behind her in the lounge. "Oh shit," she heard him mutter. "Oh shit, I’m hard again." She felt her pulse race. "Lean forward," she heard him say as he pushed her breasts straight toward Ben's face. The male's lips opened to accept her large pink nipple, and she felt Paul's hands run across her exposed backside once again. "Oh god," she thought. "He’s going to do that again." Paul began to push, impossibly, into her ass. The pain of having a cock inside both her holes renewed Jeannie’s heated moans and groans. She tried to calm herself as Ben placed his hand over her mouth, though she was unable to cease her mews altogether. Both males pushed in and out of her for what seemed like an eternity. Her body was exhausted and her ass felt on fire from the reaming that Paul was giving it. The feeling of Ben's cock pushing her walls even tighter around Paul's rod was an extreme turn-on to Jeannie. Unfortunately, the physical sensitivity of the situation was quite intense. The pain of the males pounding her in time, together- Paul impaling her on Ben, Ben impaling her on Paul- was more than she could bare at the current moment "Jesus christ," she heard a man state. "What the fuck?" She could not turn herself enough to see over Paul's large frame, though she was eye to eye with Ben when he yelled, "Get the fuck out of here." The third male stood for a moment, watching the threesome, then turned and exited the room. Ben laughed, raising Jeannie off of his lap and cumming all over her milky thighs. Shortly thereafter, Paul filled her full yet again and she collapsed to the ground with exhaustion. "Fuck, we're good!" she heard Ben laugh. Between Author's Note: This story is a sort of fanfiction of my own work - it takes place between books 2 and 3 of these characters' series (hence the title). For context, Gus has just recently experienced sexual contact for the first time, having grown up in a society that forbids it. Koby is her now-husband, a member of a culture that embraces sex and all sexualities - sometimes too much. As they near Koby's home planet, Gus is starting to worry... -- The whole ship seemed to sigh with Gus. She ran her palm down the smooth porthole, empathizing with the endless shape. They were still in quarantine orbit around Moura, and her new duties were already sapping her energy. At the end of each day, her mind was numb, and she was afraid she was losing what made her—well, appealing. She thumbed her hipbone with a thoughtful lip-chew. It was still so strange to be in control of her body, to try and remember that the stirrings of arousal were not to be feared. Sometimes, the feelings themselves were not hard to avoid; her body weighed less but felt heavier thanks to the muscle loss of longer-term space travel. Three months, she thought. Three months of this, and I still have no idea what I'm doing. She thought about Koby. He made her smile, and she did, buoyed up by the mental image of his face. She thought of his broad shoulders rippling as she dug her fingers into his back. She thought of his laugh as he doubled over at her jokes. She thought of the distinct curve of his ass, the smooth lines blurred by his soft hairs. She thought of his hands, the ones she knew as home, soft under the old callouses of working on his first-run. The thoughts made her blush and she dropped her hand unconsciously between her legs. The door whispered and she smiled again, beaming at her harsh reflection where the Mouran sun blazed unfiltered by an atmosphere. Palms cupped her breasts under her light dayrobe. She breathed in the breath from his nose. "Two more weeks," he purred into her ear. His hands tightened, and she felt the reassuring pressure of his tungsten ring pressing against her nipple. She clamped a smile onto her lower lip with her teeth and arched back into him. "I almost don't want to go planetside." His fingers danced up her bare neck to behind her ear. Koby enveloped her in a reassuringly confining embrace. "And never smell the fresh air again?" Gus giggled. "You told me like six times it smells like shit everywhere." "Not everywhere." "Besides." "Besides what?" he asked after she lingered on the word. "I don't know." "Baby." "I don't know," she said, planting her palms on his chest as she spun without breaking his hold on her, "that I want to give you up so quickly." At the end of the sentence, her voice wobbled. Koby whispered, "No," and lifted her chin with the gentlest touch of his forefinger. "Baby," he said again, and again, until she looked him full in the face. "Are you still afraid?" It hit a nerve so raw that she shuddered and had to look away, lest he see just how many tears the idea was wringing out of her. "Yes," she said, managing to steady herself. She met his gaze. It was deep and green and fierce. "There's so much more to your world than me." She opened her mouth to say it, for real: There are so many more pussies, and even dicks, and tits and hair and beautiful eyes and walks that aren't stupid like mine, and whose brains aren't dead, because this is not what you signed up for, when he clamped her cheeks in both palms and smashed his forehead to hers. "You are my world," he said. It was so angry at the possibility that she could dream otherwise that she believed him with a rush of erotic heat. He grasped her ass, one cheek in each palm, and careened into her relentlessly until she managed to stop him with a deep kiss. She made him let go and slithered down his waist, pawing aside his dayrobe and cupping his balls with her tongue. He hissed and his fingers found her scalp. "Baby," he breathed as she took him deep in her throat. She tilted her head back and gazed up until it strained her eyes. He towered above her, a sanctuary. "Listen to me. There is nothing. That I want. More than you." "I know," she started to say, but he pushed the back of her head until she choked and blinked, her nails sinking into his ass. "No. I said listen to me." Gus's shoulders twinged and she massaged the underside of his cock with a practiced tongue. "Sorr—" "Nothing I want more than you," he said again, his eyes blazing. "And every time you think there is, you call me a liar. I know you don't mean it, but you do. You say to me that my promises are shortsighted at best and diabolical at worst. You question my ability to think for myself or have any idea what I might like my future to hold. Do you know, Gus Gillis? Do you know what it is that I want my future to hold?" "Me," she whimpered, tasting his precum. "Say it again, bitch." "Me," she said, stronger this time, gagging, then, "Me." "Good girl," he said. She moaned and felt him throb against the back of her throat. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her free, squatting down in front of her. "Please. You think I'm so stupid as to let this fine ass free, you better share whatever it is you're smoking." She laughed, stuttering with relief. "G-goddamn Mourans and your dry ships." "Fuck," Koby said, laughing into her mouth as he consumed her in another kiss. "Just wait. I'll take you to a smokehouse." He grabbed her roughly by the waist and spun her around, forcing her spine down with an authoritative hand. She bent before him, straining towards him, flipping her dayrobe over her back so he could grasp her. He didn't. She waited. A hum slipped through her lips. "Koby?" "I don't think I'm done with you," came his voice from somewhere else in the tiny observation chamber. She lifted up onto her toes, straining her ears. The ship was angled away from the sun now and he hid in the shadows. Gus slid forward a step, light on her feet. "Robe. Off." It tumbled silently to the floor even as he said it. She danced naked with the shifting star-shadows, touching herself with delicate fingertips. Some ways through the song in her head, Koby joined her, his body as light as hers. They spun together, and when he diverged, she corrected to follow. Her embellishments were her own: a brief reminder of the muscles along her inner thighs; bending as she circled him, the tip of her tongue scooping him clean; the flick of her head as she looked at him, looked away, looked back with all the drama and coyness of an AE star. She caught him laughing his dirty laugh, his muddy snarl of satisfaction, like a great stag rutting. It made the wife part of her twinge in satisfaction, deep in her guts, and she came, squirting, believing in her protective magic as the half. And that was that. Her fear retreated, subdued and whimpering. She sighed, coming again, rippling around his cock. He grunted, "God," and choked on a laugh. "I should be worried. You could earn the Scales with your shit. You're still young enough to serve." Gus warmed. The moment had dulled, but now she just wanted him. Gritting her teeth, she bounced back, pushing against the wall. "I fucking serve you." "Nnnf. I mean in the service. They could—legally, I guess." She shrugged and flipped over without releasing him in a show of dexterity that left her breathless and grinning. "Let 'em try. I'm House Ryad first, ex-Paracletian second, Mouran third." "Ex-Paracletian, huh?" Koby caught her fire and slammed her against a pillar. His eyes glittered with the nearby planets. "And what exactly is that, broken and stubborn?" "I'll give you stubborn," she said. A pause, weaving her head, then she added, "Broken, no, more like...patchworked. A little bit of everything, and sometimes it doesn't all work normally." He understood that. "Ahhh. C'mere. Show me a little bit of everything." Gus rocked back, forward, back-forward-back-back and they were dancing again. It was clumsy and primal but he held her above the floor and she rode him. They lurched around the room until they came back to the porthole. She reached back and grabbed the edge of the porthole. Her forearms shivered with the strain. Gus gnashed her teeth as she pulled her ass into the hole and settled in, heedless of where the metal dug into her thighs. She split her legs and wolf-grinned. Koby's eyes darkened delightfully and he lunged for her, tongue already fluttering. Gus tipped her head back and reveled in the burn in her elbows and the burn in her clit. He tickled and taunted her, sometimes raising his eyes to her straining face and lowering them in immodest satisfaction. The tension in her pussy grew, and the porthole ground into Gus until finally she grunted, "Can't," and he stood up and caught her gently beneath the arms. She leaned into him, her skin singing with relief. Without a sound, he flipped her flat and laid her on the cool floor, coiling over her and returning to his work. It didn't take long for her to climax, her spine echoing the zenith of pleasure in her brain. Koby slipped his arms beneath her and brought her spasming pussy to rest just over his cock. Gus strained her abs to pull herself up so she rested slightly above her husband. She put her hands on his cheeks. His arms shook against the battle between holding her still and wanting to plunge inside of her, but his eyes smiled steadily back at hers. Her lashes fluttered, chasing away a tear she refused to spill, and she smiled like a goddess of lust. "Take it," she said. "Take what's yours." "I don't need your permission," Koby snarled as he lunged. Their pelvises met with a shattering smack, and Gus threw back her head to whoop as he left handprints on her ass. She cried out as he jounced her. It felt as though the months of frustration and fear were sloughing away with every stroke of his cock. Koby caught her hair up in his fingers and pulled her to him. Their noses touched. His tiny sigh warmed her lips, and she brought her hands up to enclose his. They aligned their heartbeats. Gus pressed herself down until she thought she could take him no further and squeezed. Koby came, not as he usually did with a quake of release—but softly, thoroughly. She clenched him until he was done and slipped out of her, and then she draped her body across his. The air was still and the light through the porthole stretched in a cool oval around them. Gus sighed and nuzzled into the soft hairs on Koby's chest. "So. Tell me about somewhere on Moura that doesn't stink." His laugh tickled her scalp. "You're a cheeky bitch." "Your cheeky bitch," Gus said happily. She was drifting, and didn't need to hear it—but it warmed her anyway, warm as the kiss in her hair. "My cheeky bitch." Between a Cock and a Hard Place Last night, I visited a friend for a sleepover. This friend and I had hooked up before, so I knew what I was getting into, but it had been a long, long time since we'd seen each other. She opened the door in nothing but bra, thong and stockings. She brought me into her apartment and pushed me toward the bed. I quickly undressed to reveal my own thong. She loves to see me in them. As she puts it, my ass eats it up. She wasted no time to throw me on the bed in a bent over position. She stepped up to me and I felt her bulge brush against my ass. It tickled it a sensual way as it sent a shiver of delight up my spine. I pushed back into her bulge and felt it getting bigger. Not just erect, but bigger than my own bulge. Her cock is magnificent, at least 8 inches long and as thick as my wrist. The head of her cock is like a tennis ball. And its curved up to the left. Its beautiful. And I want to worship it every chance I get. Soon, she moved down to rim me. Her wet tongue washed away any stress I had as it moved back and forth on my tight asshole. She began pushing in so much, I could feel her teeth on my butt cheeks. She even bit me a few times to keep it kinky. I could feel her tongue on the inside of my sphincter. Even as I write this, thinking about it, I am dripping pre-cum from my erection. After she had her fill of tasting me, she pulled me over to the edge of the bed to suck her Cock. I think I'll capitalize it now since it is became my god last night. I can barely fit her head into my mouth at first. I need to work my tongue and lips around it little by little to moisten it up before it fits in. Once I get it in, I love working it further down the back of my throat. I always gag. But last night, I felt more of that reflex die off. She grew tired of my hesitations to deepthroat her so she began to fuck my mouth like it was my asspussy. After it was plenty slobbered on, she tossed me back on all fours so I could take her Cock. Usually we used lube and condoms. But last night was a step up in our friendship. I was actually gonna sleepover And we had discussed our clean bills of health as proved by medical professionals, so we were comfortable with it. However, it was still a surprise to me. I kept asking for lube because it hurt. She kept saying she'd get lube, but continued to push further into me. I loved that she didn't spoil it. What a feeling! She kept short thrusting her Cock to work it into my tight ass. Every movement was ecstasy. Once she was all the way inside of me, I could feel her pushing into another organ. She and I just laid there for a bit. Partially so she wouldn't explode so soon. Partially because its exactly where we both wanted to be. Like capturing our perfect selves. A living photograph. Extending a moment forever. To delay her orgasm, we rolled over so I was on top. It was my first time on top. I really thought I would be clumsy, but I did alright. I kept gyrating on her lap with her Cock buried 8+ inches inside of me. Sliding up and down on her Cock felt liberating. I was in control of how much dick I would be taking, how fast and how deep. I sped up my motion. I really wanted to know what it felt like to have someone cum inside me. I felt her gush and spurt. Her load wasn't much, but it felt great. She wanted me to stroke myself off to cum together. With her Cock in my ass, it was easy enough. I splooged all over her chest and some on her face. After that, we cuddled up and fell asleep around midnight. We slept for a few hours before we both couldn't sleep because of our urges to touch each other. She took my hand and put it on her Cock. I felt it growing already. I quickly went to work with my hands, and then went under the comforter to use my mouth as best as I could. I love having her Cock in my mouth.I know I probably love mot cocks in my mouth, but hers is amazing! Its so crammed in my mouth, I can barely move my tongue around. And I enjoyed her pushing on the back of my head to shove it in my throat. She flipped me over so she could taste my asshole again. Her tongue worked hard to lick up her dried cum and my inner juices. I tasted them on her cock at the same time. Then, she bent me on all fours again. I really enjoy that. Being manhandled into positions. And also being on all fours. Sticking out my as. Arching my back. Pushing back as she thrusts forward. She broke in and then let her Cock go soft. And we just laid there again with her inside of me. Seemed like forever, but maybe it was just 15 minutes. When she was ready to fuck me, she rolled on top of me. I can't think of a better position. Between a Cock and a hard place. I felt her grow inside of me. Remember that she more than fills me up. I felt her Cock enlarge to stretch deeper into me until it hit my rectal ceiling. It was amazing, my cock was hard and flowing pre-cum that I felt on my belly underneath her weight. She came not too long after. And again we cuddled. Soon after the sun rose, I drove home. I took off my thong and just admired her cum stains. Its been 6 hours since she was inside me and I still feel her there. All the way in there. Deep. To the ceiling. I still feel her body on my butt cheeks because of how hard she pounded me. I can't wait to sleepover again. Between A Man And His Woman I had been hitch hiking through South Africa and was feeling worn out on a scorching summer day. Car after car drove past me when suddenly a large Mercedes stopped. I eagerly climbed in to the cool, luxurious interior. The driver introduced himself and his wife. Anton was a large ox of a man while his wife, Tanya, was a petite and pretty blonde. Both were very friendly and asked about my travels. When they asked where I planned to sleep that night I told them I would be booking in to a backpackers hostel. They wouldn't hear of it and insisted I come and stay on their farm. I told myself I could do with a good meal and a comfortable bed so I agreed. It was late afternoon when we reached their large farmhouse. There was a pool set in the front lawn and it looked most inviting. Anton invited me to join them for a swim after I had freshened up. I changed into my trunks and went out to the poolside. I found an ice cold beer waiting for me; it was most refreshing. Suddenly Anton stood up and stepped out of his shorts. Somewhat embarrassed I looked away from the sight of the pale flesh of his solid arse. He turned briefly to face me and I noticed he had a long, thin cock. Tanya saw the look on my face. 'I hope you don't mind,' she said 'but we're miles from the nearest neighbours.' With that she too stood up and shucked the pretty sun dress she had been wearing. She wasn't wearing any panties and my eyes travelled rapidly from her pert little breasts to her golden curls. Her delicate limbs were sun-tanned a golden brown. I could feel my cock start to lurch in my shorts as I crossed my legs. 'Won't you join us?' she asked sweetly. I was trapped. Turning my back to her I removed my shorts. My cock was pointing north by this stage. I heard a soft splash as she entered the water. I made a quick dash and dived in too, hoping that they would not see my state of arousal. However, my hope was in vain. 'That's quite an impressive woody you have there.' Anton said. I was somewhat surprised by him saying this and yet it helped to break the ice. 'I'm sorry,' I replied 'I've been on the road a long time.' 'I guessed as much. So relax and let us take care of you.' Anton told me. A huge grin crossed my mouth. I had always had the desire to make it with a man but had never had the guts to try before. Now this charming couple were promising to take care of my every need. 'Come over here.' Tanya said, opening her arms to me. I didn't need a second invite. Her mouth was warm on mine, her fingers like delicate butterflies fluttering against my back. And then I felt the warmth of Anton's chest against me and his urgency nudging between my butt cheeks. I laughed out loud, unable to believe that I was actually doing this. 'What?' he asked. 'I've dreamt of doing this for such a long time.' I replied. 'We both wanted you the moment we saw you you.' he told me. I couldn't remember when last I felt so good about myself. We climbed out of the pool and lay down on a large blanket that Anton had fetched from the house. Tanya lay back with her legs wide open. I could see into her moist pinkness. Anton positioned himself on his knees before her and began giving her a juicy tongue bath. Her ecstatic moans told me that he was doing a good job. She reached out a hand and rubbed it gently up the inside of my thigh, sending shivers through me. Precum was leaking out of me and Anton reached over and rubbed it into my cockhead with his thumb. I felt only moments away from exploding. As if he sensed this he got up and invited me to enter Tanya. I entered her gently, delighting in the warmth and wetness of her. A look of bliss crossed her face as her pussy engulfed my cock. A part of me wanted to furiously pound into her but somehow I sensed she enjoyed a gentle screwing. I wondered where Anton was when suddenly his large hands parted my cheeks and his hot tongue kissed my virgin arsehole. Man! Now I knew what all the fuss was about. I could not believe how good it felt. Deeper and deeper his tongue probed into me, forcing me deeper into his wife. I opened my legs wide to give full access. When he started to fondle my balls I had to really concentrate; I was that close to popping my cork. 'Do you like that?' Tanya asked me. 'I love it!' I told her. 'He's very good, isn't he.' she said. 'Yes... yes...' I sighed. And then I felt him nudging my arsehole. I knew I was ready so I gently pushed back onto him. His cock was slick with precum and easily slipped into me. It felt a little uncomfortable at first but then it began to ease. Ever so gently he worked his length into me. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of being the filling in the sandwich. Every single nerve in my body seemed to be aflame. He was soon sunk to the nuts and giving me the screwing I had always wanted. His movements were working me into Tanya. All I had to concentrate on was keeping his weight off of her. Soon her moaning increased in intensity. I felt my cock swell inside. I tensed my body, trying to hold off my orgasm, but it was a losing battle. I could feel it building up, seemingly from the soles of my feet. With each second it was getting closer. My clenching butt was milking Anton and I could hear his rough breathing in my ear. I was holding out, holding out, and then... I just blew. It was so intense I could feel it in my closed eyelids. I was vaguely aware of both Anton and Tanya getting off around me. And then we collapsed in a heap and fell asleep in the still warm evening. END Copyright Daniel Blue Between a Mother and a Son John Donato got out of the cab and looked at the simple house that he had called home for all of his 18 years until going off to college last fall. The house looked smaller, in fact the whole neighborhood looked smaller than it had a few months ago. That was a product of spending time in Denver and then coming home to little old Troy, New York, a old industrial town no match for a major city in any way except in his heart. John had gone to school out there, because of a scholarship he won, but he was home here. In the house was Mom, the love of John's life. Her husband, John's father, had died too young, leaving Mary Donato all alone. John didn't want to go to school so far away from his mother, but as she told him, the opportunity was too good to pass up. So he left Mom behind, all alone in the house built for 3. Mary Donato worked at a dry cleaners nearby and then went home, ate, slept and went back to work. That's the way working class people did things. She would be home now though, John knew, but she would be surprised to see him because he wasn't expected until next week. When he slipped in the house, Mom was at the stove making soup and humming some tune that John didn't know, probably one by Jerry Vale or Mario Lanza or some other guy John wasn't familiar with, and his heart skipped a beat when she saw her wearing one of her old house-dresses, one of the sleeveless ones that showcased her beautifully shaped arms, which were slightly plump but still nicely toned with the bronze tone of her skin reflecting her Italian heritage. John coughed, making his mother jump, but when she saw him she screamed out and ran to him, crying and carrying on like she always did when she got excited. After about 5 minutes she finally calmed down enough to sit at the table a talk to her son, grilling him about school and college, and even though the talked every week on the phone, she needed to hear it all again. As John looked as his mother carrying on, all he could think was how much he loved her. Loved her like a son loves his mother and also in another way. A way that, if she knew, would probably make her faint or worse. What would she think if he knew that if her son had a choice to go to bed with any woman in the world, he would choose her? He had gone to bed with 3 girls in his life so far, and they were nice enough in their own ways but they all had the same flaw. They weren't Mom. *** "So Johnny," my Mom said after giving me the third degree about school and making sure that I was indeed hitting the books as hard as I had promised. "You still have that girlfriend out there? The one you told me about?" "Uh - no," I said. "Didn't work out." "You know that Teresa Benvenuti - she's still around," Mom said. "Over and done," I said about a past flame who had been my second lover. "Her father is still alive, isn't he? He's a widower. Why don't you get together with him?" "Ah, my time has come and gone," Mom said. "I'm happy as I am." I doubted that, I thought as I looked over the table at my mother, who was pushing 50 but still looked nice to me. A little bit chubby, I supposed, but not certainly not fat, and a hell of a figure. "I remember that dress," I said, referring to the green and red striped house dress that I recalled her wearing several years ago but had disappeared. "I thought you must have thrown it out." "Probably should, but I didn't think anybody would be seeing me here today," Mom said. "Little snug. Maybe I'll dump it after today." "No, don't," I said. "I love it. You look sexy in it." "Oh, you kidder," Mom scoffed. "I'm serious," I said. "I always told you that you look nice in dresses without sleeves. You've got sexy arms and you used to wear things like that all the time, but then you stopped." "That's when your father was still around," Mom said. "I wore them for him. After he passed - eh - between that and your friends..." "My friends? What about my friends?" "Let's not get into that," Mom said. "When does soccer start?" "Forget soccer. What were you talking about?" "I know how they used to tease you about me," Mom said, and when I started to protest she cut me off. "The names they used to call me, and then the one time I heard you got in a fight over it." "What - you mean?" I said, finally realizing what Mom was talking about. "Oh, that asshole?" "Johnny! The mouth." "Sorry but he was," I responded. "Gene Savoca was an idiot. Why would you care what somebody like that thought?" "Him? No, I didn't care about what some snot-nosed kid thought, but I didn't want you to get harassed over it," Mom said. "Besides, I did it for your father because he liked me that way." What Mom was talking about was was the fact that unlike most of the women in the neighborhood, my mother didn't shave her armpits. Even though this was an Italian part of the city, most of the women had adopted the ways of this country by 1966, and one of the rituals involved women removing the hair from their legs and under their arms. My Mom didn't, even though she was born in this country, arriving when she was 3, but I didn't know that my father was the reason. That might account for the fact that it turned me on as well. Used to, and still did. I wasn't the only one because my friend Tony Lanni admitted to me once that he thought Gene Savoca was an idiot and besides, he used to masturbate thinking about my Mom and her armpits. Join the club, I could have told him. Anyway, this moron Gene Savoca, who didn't like me any more than I liked him, used to bug me about Mom's armpit hair. A couple other guys made cracks once or twice but then let it go. Not Gene. He kept going, calling her Hairy Mary and telling me that my mother looked like she had Cassius Clay in a headlock, so one day I popped him one in the mouth even though he was bigger than me. I didn't know Mom had heard about that, but at least after that he shut up about my mother. That was one thing we all usually kept away from was mother bashing, and besides even though she was my Mom she was the best looking mother in the neighborhood. "Now that your friends don't come around I suppose I don't have to hide myself any more," she said with a laugh, and that pissed me off to think that Mom stopped wearing those dresses because of that. "You never had to hide," I said. "You're gorgeous just as you are." That wasn't what I wanted to say. I wanted to say that I had a raging hard-on ever since I got home, and I admit that a good part of that came from me truly loving her, in addition to the fact that she had a beautiful complexion with full red lips, and that she had an incredible pair of breasts that seemed as large and full as Sophia Loren's. Much of my arousal came from seeing that she hadn't followed the herd though, and the few glimpses I got when she raised her arms revealed that those round hollows were still untouched by a razor and were every bit as hairy as I remembered them being. As I was thinking those thoughts, as if on cue Mom chose that moment to scratch the back of her head, affording me a couple seconds of heaven as I got to stare at the wild jet black jungle of hair under her arm. Mom caught me staring at her armpit, but unlike times in the past when she would lower her arm right away if she caught be leering, this time she didn't, and if I didn't know better I would have sworn she did that to tease me. Mom went back to her soup when she realized the had forgotten about it, and as the scent of Minestrone filled my nostrils I looked at my Mom from the rear. What a body she had, and while she would never wear a bikini even if she could swim, she could probably get away with it. As I stared at her legs, which were very curvy and only a little plump, I wished she wasn't wearing those little white socks like she always did. I remembered that the times I had seen her legs bare I recalled that she had a little hair growing on the insides of her calves. Not very much, certainly nothing like her underarms, which were profusely hairy by any standard, so that made me wonder whether she had a lot of hair between her legs. In my mind I pictured her with a really large and thick bush, which was alright by me because although none of the three girls I had seen in person turned out to be as furry as I had hoped, the really hairy ones that I had seen pictures off turned me on, and that reminded me that I still had a magazine in my dresser that had inspired me many times, and I suspected I would be using it later tonight, if I lasted that long that is. 44-28-46. That was my mental appraisal of my Mom as I undressed her while she stirred soup. The hips and waist were only guesses, but I knew the top measurement was accurate from many years of looking at her bras, and the cup size was D, which gave you an idea of what a sick pup I was to know this stuff. "Gonna put my stuff away," I announced while Mom still had her back to me, and that made it easier to slither out of the room without her seeing the bulge in my pants. *** After dinner I helped Mom clean up the kitchen before announcing I was tired and retreating to my bedroom. After locking the door behind me I dug out my old favorite magazine and climbed onto my bed to acquaint myself with some of my old fantasy girlfriends. As I looked through the dog eared magazine it struck me about what Mom had said about my late father. This was his magazine that I had grabbed when we went through the attic after he passed away, keeping it for my own enjoyment. It was titled European Delights, and while it might have been considered pornographic by the standards of 1966, it was relatively tame. All of the women were fully naked, but there was no sex of any kind. No men at all, just women. Naked women and most posing very innocently. Most of them hand their arms raised, either straight up or with their hands behind the neck, and the majority of the women were unshaven. No wonder Dad had this magazine, and to think that he wanted Mom to look natural like these women was erotic to me. Some of these women were probably as pretty as Mom, but very few of them had as much armpit hair as Mom. Even I didn't, I mused, remembering how Mom had accidentally posed for me earlier, giving me a memory that I would never forget, and wished that somehow I could have let my fingers stroke those thick dense bushes to see if the hair was as soft as it appeared to be. I went to my favorite picture, one where the woman had similar features as my mother, with large breasts that were about the same size as I pictured my Mom to have, although this lady had only little sprays of hair under her arms. It was inevitable what was to happen next. Digging a sock out of the loose mismatched collection in the back of the drawer, I dropped my pajamas and slid the sock over my cock before getting back onto the bed. I didn't invent this, but after my friend Tony explained it to me, it made sense. No mess to clean up after you came, and then you sneak them in the wash with the rest of the clothes. As I slowly humped the mattress, pretending that it was me on top of Mom while I ground myself into the bedding, I wondered whether I was like Dad in another way. I know Mom always said I looked a lot like him when he was my age, but I wonder whether I had inherited some of his other features. Thinking about my Dad's cock was creepy in a way, but I was thinking more about those nights long ago when I would hear noises in the bedroom. Was he built like me? If so, I was grateful because I guess I have a big one. I don't think I ever saw a guy with a hard-on besides myself, so I didn't know, but the girls that had seen it seemed impressed, and in glancing around the locker rooms I did seem to be a little bigger than most of the other guys soft. I'm about 8" erect, and that wasn't me measuring it but my old girl Teresa, who was curious enough to fetch a ruler one time. She said that I was the biggest one she ever had, and apparently she had seen a few of them, so thanks Dad was all I could think. I was about to cum, but as I did my eyes closed, blocking the vision of the lady in the magazine so I could concentrate on the vision of Mom - innocent Mom in the kitchen showing me her natural beauty, and while I didn't fill the sock after I stopped cumming, it sure felt like it. *** After I pulled off the sock I went to bed but sleep wouldn't come. After laying there a while I decided to go take a leak and maybe get a drink of water. As I went down the hall I noticed that the kitchen was dark, as was the rest of the house, but the light was on in my Mom's room. I went down the hall, stopping just short of the doorway, and when I peeked in Mom was sitting at her little table with the makeup mirror on it. Mom was humming a song while brushing her hair, and I remembered her saying that she brushed her air 100 times or something, and when I saw her I prayed she had just started. Mom was wearing a old white nightgown, and while it wasn't anything stylish or sexy by itself, what it revealed was amazing. I didn't dare breathe but just stood there and watched the most erotic thing I had ever seen. The nightie was sleeveless, and the armholes were large and hung down, which exposed a whole lot of the side of Mom's left breast. Without a bra Mom's breasts looked like torpedoes, and I could make out the darkness of her nipples through the fabric. Mom switched hands with the brush then, to her left hand, and now with her arm raised high as she ran the brush through her wavy black hair, my cock forgot that it just had cum not long ago and turned to blue steel in my pajamas. What I would give for a camera, I though as a marveled at this intimate view of Mom. With the armhole of the nightie so low, I could see the entire thicket that sprouted from under her arm after she raised it, the bottom past of which at been shielded by the dress earlier. "Oh Johnny!" Mom said as she became aware of my presence, grabbing a bathrobe she was sitting on and wrapping it over her chest. "I thought you were sleeping." "Sorry," I said as I leaned back in hopes that Mom hadn't seen the bulge in my pajamas. "I heard you singing." "Hard to remember that I'm not alone now," Mom said. "Lucky I wasn't sitting her naked like I do sometimes." Bad luck, I thought, because seeing my Mom naked would have probably made my cock tear through the fabric of my pajama bottoms. "I'll try to keep my singing down," Mom said. "No, don't," I said. "It makes me feel like I'm home again. You sing pretty." "I don't know about that," Mom said, and after she made sure the robe was covering her side and her chest she went back to brushing. "You still brush 100 times?" I asked. "Oh, you remember that?" Mom said and then laughed. "Lost count, now I have to start again." I was in heaven, and it was like Mom was flaunting her armpits at me, as crazy as it seemed, and so I stayed there staring. "Getting a little gray," Mom said. "I didn't notice." "If you look close you can see it," Mom said. "Right at the top here at the part. Come see." I walked over at stood behind Mom, looking down at a few strands of grey that had appeared with the passing of time, but my eyes were focused elsewhere, at Mom's big breasts jutting out against the nightie and at those incredible tufts of thick black hair that seemed to explode from her armpits as she raised her arms again, only this time she didn't have the brush in her hands. "I miss you so much Johnny," Mom said, looking up at me as she put her hands on my hips, and now I knew she was posing for me. "I love the way you look at me now. Not like a boy looks at his mother but as a man looks at a woman. I miss that. Do you understand?" All I understood was that I had trying to stay behind the back of the chair so Mom didn't see my erection, but what she was saying - was she actually saying this? I put my hands on her upraised elbows, looking at the make-up mirror in front of us, and now Mom was looking that way too. We were watching each other, and then Mom was nodding yes as my hands went down those smooth and shapely biceps. Mom sighed as my fingernails went from the smoothness into the hair that started on the inside of her arm, and then they were raking through the lush forest that I longed to touch, and it was every bit as soft and luxurious as I had fantasized it would be. "Just like your father," Mom said, and she almost sang the words as my fingers reached the end of the hair, her body writhing as I brought my hands back through. "You feel just like he did." "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," I gasped, kissing the top of Mom's head. "Yes I do," Mom said. "Part of me kept saying don't encourage him - it's not right, but..." I was already kneeling beside Mom as she spoke, and she stopped talking when I buried my face into Mom's armpit jungle, licking, chewing while my hand grabbed her breasts through the nightie, and although I might have looked crazy, neither of us were laughing. Mom's nipple felt as big and as hard as a bullet through the nylon, and the aroma of Mom's armpit was making my head spin. A faint trace of floral soap blended with the natural musk of a woman - no hint of deodorant for a reason I would find out later - was a most powerful aphrodisiac. But now Mom was pulling my face out from under her arm and telling me to stand up, and when I did she clawed at my pajama bottoms, yanking them down and grabbing my cock which sprang up at her. When she saw my cock she started crying as she put her lips on the dripping tip before sliding her mouth down. I was cumming before her mouth got halfway down, and she didn't pull away when I cried out a warning. Instead, she drank it down while stroking the part of my cock her lips couldn't reach with one hand while milking my balls with the other. Mom was never more beautiful than that moment, tears rolling down those big brown eyes while she kept sucking on me even after I was limp and spent, and then she looked up at me with trickles of my cum oozing out of the corners of her mouth. I reached down under Mom's arms, not accidentally, and helped her to her feet, and mouth only reluctantly let go of my cock as I helped her rise. "Was that good for you Johnny?" she asked, and after I told her they was the greatest few moments of my life, I asked her why she was crying. "In part because I have sinned, but also because you remind me so much of your father," Mom explained. "Does that bother you - if I say that?" "The way you touched me," Mom continued after I assured her I considered it a compliment. "It was just like he used to, and then when I saw your manhood - he was large just like you - and his curved a little to the right as well. Except for you being snipped - we were told that was what was done in this country - you're just so much like him you could be his double." "I want you Mom," I mumbled as I looked down at her, and although Mom averted her eyes she didn't say no when I added, "I want you like Dad had you." Instead she nodded, and after sitting down and turning off the lights of the make-up mirror, simply raised her arms, affording me another unfettered look at her lush armpits, but it was a signal for me to lift her nightie up and over her head, like a child would, although there was nothing remotely child-like about her body. As she rose, my cock was already starting to come back to life and I enjoyed my first look at Mom naked. While there may have been some little signs that this woman was nearing a half-century old, the fact was that no woman had a right to look so good at her age. Her breasts were more like torpeodos, the huge tits showing little sag despite their immense size, and her auroelas were large, crimson and slightly oval in shape. Her nipples, thick fat pegs that I had suckled on as a babe, seemed to be twitching and begging for me to relive those days of nearly two decades ago. Between a Mother and a Son I heard Mom moan as I stepped back and took her with me. When the back of my legs hit the bed I sat down, leaving Mom's breasts just the perfect height for me to nurse on. Mom's groans were loud in my ear as I sucked on her breasts, going back and forth while her hand cradled my head to her bosom while softly encouraging me to keep going. "So nice Johnny," Mom sighed while she ran her fingers through my scalp. Sweat was pouring down my forehead and into my eyes, a reflection of not only the warmth of the room but of the heat we were radiating together, and from the jungle of hair that was exposed with Mom's upraised arm I saw a trickle of sweat trickle down her side and over her lush hip. I eased Mom onto the bed and spread her legs, affording me a delightful view of her thickly haired sex, which was hidden under the dense forest which overflowed her delta, spilling onto the insides of her thighs and way down between her legs. My head went down and I buried my face into the black thicket, and while Mom's pussy might have not been visible it was easy to find because her opening was dripping wet and the scent that filled my senses was that of a woman in heat. That aroma and that taste made my entire body shudder as I began to lick away, snorting like an animal. I didn't care how I sounded, because as Mom's plump and shapely legs kicked above my shoulders, I was in another world. Years of wanting this made the moment even more special, and I was actually glad that I had been made to wait. You see, I was not a virgin, and when I recall my early amateurish attempts at lovemaking I cringe, but I was glad that Mom would not be subjected to that. She deserved to have an artist make love to her, and while I wasn't that good, I was a lot better that I had been before with Teresa. Pulling my face out from her sex, I crawled up between Mom's thighs while she looked at me with glazed eyes. Our eyes never left each other as I rubbed the head of my cock up and down Mom's opening before easing the tip in. I had been with a virgin once, but Mom was every bit as tight as she had been, and it was obvious that while Mom wanted it, I was hurting her so I backed off a bit, rubbing my dick head around her clit while Mom writhed in the bedding. "Please Johnny," Mom was moaning. "Put it in me." This time when I pushed the head of my cock inside of her - maybe Mom had relaxed or something - but whatever the reason, it was a little less tight so I eased further in. Slipping a tiny bit more of me in with each little push, I looked down and saw only about half of my cock still outside of the thick bush. "That's good Johnny," Mom was mumbling, her head rolling back and forth while she clawed at my biceps. "So good." It was good - too good - because I had to look over Mom's face and up to the headboard. Not only was Mom's voice exciting me, but simply looking at her was almost enough to make me cum way too fast. I wanted to last, at least long enough for her to cum before I came myself, so I kept slowly moving the end of my cock in and out while thinking of anything except what I was doing. "More Johnny," Mom was saying, her fingernails digging into my arms. "Give me more of your big thing. Please... omigod! Harder... faster." I was fighting a losing battle and I knew it. Thinking about anything besides Mom - soccer games and fishing trips - nothing was working. I did as Mom asked, thrusting hard and fast into her. She was getting all I had, and I felt myself about to cum when Mom lifted her upper torso up from the bedding, her eyes rolled back in her head while she let out the most blood curdling scream I ever heard. My cock felt like it was being crushed while her pussy contracted savagely around it, and I had to fight to keep from being forced out of her vice-like sex while Mom bit into my collarbone hard. Again and again my cock got hammered while I shot my seed deep into her womb, and when Mom finally fell back into the bedding I was still spurting. "Johnny," Mom gasped as I eased down onto her. "You're so good to me. Thank you." I was good to her? She had just given me what I had dreamed about for as long as I good remember, and I was just happy to have lasted long enough to experience making my mother orgasm. The fact that half the neighborhood probably heard her cum was only now dawning on me, but Mom didn't care. "Nice to be able to let it out like that," Mom said after I eased down next to her. "When you were down the hall Dad used to stuff things in my mouth to try to keep me quiet." Mom was examining what would become a bruise on my collarbone, apologizing for giving me a battle scar that I would enjoy wearing until it faded, but I brought my mouth up to her full red lips to silence her. Kissing Mom like this was nearly as incredible as making love had been, and Mom was one hell of a kisser. Mom fell back onto the bedding, exhaling loudly while putting her hands behind her head, giving me a naughty grin as she watched my eyes follow her movements. Her breasts lost little with her on her back, although the huge natural jugs did fall back into themselves a bit. "Hope I don't smell," Mom said as I toyed with her damp armpit hair, and while the perfume that was released with my playing was nothing you could buy in a store, it was far from unpleasant. "Dad - he used to hate me to wear deodorant because he said it burned her tongue. I wasn't sure what to do - wasn't sure that this was even going to happen" "You smell and taste delicious," I said as I kissed the musky jungle. "And even though I don't know who seduced who, I'm loving every second. "You're your father's son alright," Mom said, her eyes watering up as she probably thought back to days gone by. "You're going to make some girl a lucky woman some day." "I've got the woman I want right now," I said as I licked around the perimeter of her enormous areola, making the fat nipple come back to life. "Your father - he was never a one and done man," she sighed as she felt my cock begin to stiffen against her hip while I suckled on her breasts. "And you already made the cum twice." "It's early yet," I said, not mentioning that I had also jerked off before, and as I looked down at my semen oozing out of Mom's pussy, the milky white looking stark against the rich black hair, it turned out that my suggestion was correct. I think we must have fallen asleep just before the sun came up, and although Mom claimed that she wouldn't be able to walk in the morning, she was up well before me. When I staggered out to the kitchen, led by the scent of bacon frying and Mom singing, she looked radiant. "Morning beautiful," I said as I stumbled toward her, and it was no lie, because although she was only wearing a bathrobe and had no make-up on, she glowed. "A naked man in my kitchen!" Mom said as I kissed her neck. "Never had that before." "This can wait," I said of the bacon she had put on towels to drain, and then I was lifting her up and putting her butt on the counter while she laughed. "I took a shower," Mom said. "I want to make you take another," I said as I kissed her. "Ignore my scent." "You smell like a man," Mom said, first tickling me under the arms and then lifting my hand and burying her face under my arm, giving me an unexpected thrill as I experienced what it felt like for Mom when I played with her like that. "Oh geez!" I groaned while Mom sucked and licked my armpit before emerging giggling. "How you like it?" Mom cackled as she observed my reaction. "It don't bother you that your mother has more hair under her arms than you do?" "Not a bit," I said happily. "You're in a good mood, especially since you were never much of a morning person." "That's what you get when you please your woman. You get a happy lady," Mom said. "Now get me down." "Not yet," I said as I opened the bottom of her robe, delighted that there was nothing underneath the robe except for a dense forest of hair. "Omigod!" Mom muttered as I buried my face in the thicket, but she was also easing closer to the edge of the counter and running her hands through my scalp. A few minutes later Mom was howling again, having knocked over some Tupperware from the counter while her thighs slammed over my ears, only slightly muffling her cries as she came, and she finally had to pull my head out from her furry grotto. "Your bacon is getting cold," Mom said as I looked at her wet opening, my cock stiff as a board. "And I'm awful sore down there. Four times last night was a lot for a old lady." "Let me just put it in a little," I said, but Mom was adamant. "Eat! You're a growing boy," Mom said, jumping down from the counter and insisting I take a plate of pancakes and bacon over to the table. "You don't have to get dressed. Just don't get syrup on your dingus." "I'll be careful," I said as I tore into the breakfast, the idea of me eating naked at the kitchen table as crazy as the way Mom was looking at me, her eyes focused on my cock. "I'm stuffed," I said as I pushed back from the table, and when Mom asked me if I was sure, I assured her that I couldn't eat another bite. "Good boy," Mom said as she went down to her knees in front of me and took my cock in her hand, and although I had lost most of my hard-on while eating, I was stiff again after Mom's lips went to work. She looked like Sophia Loren as her head bobbed up and down, going way down most of the length of my cock and peeking up at me with a twinkle in her eye, or at least as much like Sophia Loren as a woman in a bathrobe kneeling on well-worn linoleum in the kitchen of a working class house in Troy, New York could manage. "I love you so much, Mom," I remember saying as my orgasm neared, and as her mouth bobbed up and down faster and her palm kneaded my balls, I cried out that I was cumming. "Mmm... your sap tastes so sweet," Mom said as her tongue caught a trickle of cum that tried to sneak out of the corner of her mouth after I finally finished shooting. "I think I'll take that shower now," I said as Mom got up to her feet. "Up to you," Mom said. "I kinda like you the way you are now. Maybe we could take a shower together later, if you give me a reason to sweat that is." "I thought you said you were sore," I said. "You got a tongue," Mom said. "And I bet you could make me forget about being sore after a while. Didn't feel like getting dressed today anyway." "Mom!" I giggled as she started walking toward the bedroom, letting the bathrobe slide off her shoulders and she gave me an incredible view of her lush form from behind, her full and shapely buttocks hardly jiggling a bit as she headed toward the bedroom. "Your fault Johnny," Mom said over her shoulder as I got up from the table and followed her down the hall. "You got me feeling like a kid again, so now you got to deal with it. Unless you're not up to the job that is." I was up to it, that much I proved that day, and over the course of my winter break from school I lost track of the number of times we made love. Every position and everything that two people can do to each other, we did, and in every room of the house as well. Our relationship changed forever after that, and to this day, with apologies to my wife who I love dearly, I have never experienced any woman who could equal the love of my life, my Mom. *** thanks for reading Between a Rock and a Hard It was finally Friday and Bridget was trying her best to get the hell out of Seattle. The trouble was, rain was coming down in buckets and traffic everywhere had slowed to a near-standstill. This problem seemed to arise every time she and Michael tried to arrange a little tryst at his place upcoast. Michael had a cozy little cabin which overlooked the ocean near Everett. It had become the perfect getaway for the pair – a release from the hustle and hassle of the work week. Fresh air, the ocean at their feet, a cold beer or Irish coffee, depending on the weather, and plenty of time in bed always sent them back to the city refreshed. And Bridget was sure this weekend would be no less wonderful. It was her birthday, and Michael had promised something special. Michael gave her little surprises often, so she had no idea what he might have in mind this time. But, as the windshield wipers fought a losing battle against the rain, she realized she was really looking forward to this weekend. After three very hectic weeks at work, she knew she needed some quality rest and recreation time. And as the miles fell behind her, she could feel her stress easing. Finally, as the clouds deepened in colour and intensity, Bridget pulled up at Michael’s hideaway. A flash of lightning lit up the little abode as she decided she better sprint for the door. She got out of her car, opened the back door and grabbed her suitcase, then splashed her way to the front door. By the time she got there, she was soaked to the skin; it was really coming down now. Slamming the door behind her, she put down her case and called to Michael. As she shook water out of her fiery red locks, a completely naked Michael walked up with a hot mug of Irish coffee. “Hey babe, I thought you could use something warm inside you when you got here.” Bridget laughed as she took the warm mug from him and fondled its warmth. “Why, how thoughtful you are,” she teased. “This is just what I needed. But, looking at you, this isn’t the only warm thing you hoped to get into me, is it?” Michael, at five foot nine and 180 pounds, was very buff. He worked out regularly and played ball constantly and enjoyed being in shape. And Bridget enjoyed the shape he was in. Michael set his mug on a table by the door. “Let me help you get out of those wet things. You’re dripping wet and we can’t have you catching a cold now, can we?” “No. I don’t think we can have that,” she agreed. Michael moved close to unbutton Bridget’s blouse. She switched the mug in her hands as he pulled it off his shoulders. Tossing it over the back of a chair as Bridget sipped her heavily spiked coffee, he turned back to her and reached behind to undo her skirt. It fell to the floor and Michael wrapped his arms around her. Chilly from the rain, she could feel his warmth through her damp bra and panties and felt warmer. He moved his hands up her back and undid her bra, freeing her large, firm breasts. The chill had her covered in goosebumps and as Michael knelt before her to pull down her panties, her whole body felt like a giant goosebump. She shivered as she stepped out of her panties, then Michael took her back in his arms, his now-hard penis pressed against her belly. “Babe,” she whispered into his ear, “this is great, but I’m cold.” “I know, that’s why I’ve got a fire going in the bedroom. Come with me.” Taking her hand, Michael led her into the tiny bedroom, the only one in the small cabin. As promised, a wonderful fire blazed light into the room, while it’s heat emanated everywhere. Bridget could feel its warmth immediately. “Mmmmm, this is wonderful, and so are you.” The room was nearly filled by the king-size bed the two stood before. Michael took their mugs of Irish whiskey, set them on a tiny table by the bed and took Bridget in his arms. She snuggled into him as he put her arms around her and felt the warmth of his body. Michael caressed her back, then moved his hands to cup the cheeks of her bum. As he lightly massaged them, Bridget could feel herself becoming aroused. She kissed him lightly on the lips, then poked the tip of her tongue between them. As she did, she pushed her hips away from Michael’s to allow her room to wrap her fingers around his penis. Michael moaned lightly from the sensation and squeezed her bum a little harder. As she held his penis, Bridget pushed her tongue into his mouth to explore. They stood that way for some moments, exploring each other’s mouth, she holding his penis, he gripping her buttocks. As Michael began gently pumping into her hand, though, he eased her back to the bed. Looking up at him, Bridget lied back and spread her legs. Needing no further encouragement, Michael knelt between her legs and lightly kissed the skin of her thighs, then moved to gently kiss her pussy. He ran his tongue over her shaved lips, planted a tiny kiss on her clit, then nuzzled into the patch of hair above it. Bridget moaned as rain pounded against the window and thunder rolled through the heavens. Michael kissed his way from her clit to her belly button and up her body. As he did, she pushed her breasts together, the hard nipples standing at attention for his attention. Now straddling her, he nuzzled his face into her ample bosom, then pulled away to lick and suck her nipples. As he did so, Bridget wrapped her legs around his torso, offering herself to him. She now felt wonderfully wet and in need of Michael’s beautiful penis inside her. As he continued to lick and tease her nipples, she pulled on him with her legs, wanting him to fuck her. Michael moved his mouth to her, kissed her deeply, then whispered in her ear, “You ready for me baby?” “Mmmhmmm,” she moaned as she gripped him tighter with her legs, lifting her bum off the bed. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.” Michael moved back down her body a little as Bridget lowered her legs to the bed and pulled a couple of pillows under her head. Now reclined a little, she watched as Michael moved his penis so the head was just touching her lips. She could feel his heat as he began rubbing the head along her lips and pushing against her clit. She spread her legs as wide as she possibly could, wanting him badly now. “Come on babe, fuck me now.” Watching her watch him, Michael slowly eased himself into her, luxuriating in the feel of her wet pussy enveloping him. As he entered her, Bridget shuddered a little and arched her back in pleasure. Then, as Michael began pumping into her body, she rose onto her elbows to watch as his penis moved in and out of her wet pussy. As she moved onto her elbows, Michael moved his legs to get a better purchase on the mattress, then began to more quickly go full length into her. As he moved from deep inside her to a point where his head was between her lips, he watched as her full, full breasts rhythmically moved in time to his fucking motion. Then he looked at Bridget’s face and noticed she was still watching him fuck her. Incredible, he thought, she is incredible. He picked up his pace a little, hearing the sloppy sounds of their sex as his balls hit her bottom. As he did, Bridget finally had to take her eyes off the action; to close them in ecstasy as she threw her head back. Fucking faster now, and with Bridget’s breasts rolling in a wild motion, both could feel orgasm approaching. The room was very warm from the fire now and Michael could feel some sweat between his cheeks. Bridget moaned loudly, totally engrossed in the feel of Michael’s penis pumping in and out of her. As they continued to fuck, she dropped back onto the pillows and moved her hands to his chest, squeezing his nipples as he drove deeply into her. Both moaned now, in unison, as each felt orgasm approaching. Michael clenched his ass and drove deep as Bridget squeezed him with her pussy. They could both smell their sex and hear the sounds and, as Michael plunged quickly a final few times, erupted in orgasm together. As Bridget felt waves of pleasure wash through her body, beginning in her pussy where Michael’s hot cum now spurted, he felt like his balls were emptying into her. They let their orgasms rock them as Michael slowed, and finally stopped, his penis deep inside Bridget. Both wonderfully sated, he lay on her breasts as she wrapped her arms around him. They stayed that way, he inside her, for long moments. Enjoying the warmth and light of the fire and thunder rolling overhead, she squeezed his still throbbing penis and clenched back. Finally, Michael whispered that he was going to get more drinks. He pulled out of Bridget and went to the tiny kitchen. Enjoying a post-coitus glow, Bridget rolled onto her stomach and lightly fell into slumber. She awakened gently when she felt light kisses being brushed all over her bum. As fingers then brushed the inside of her thighs, she stretched languorously and snuggled into the soft pillow beneath her head. Eyes closed, Bridget basked in the attention being paid to her soft, yet firm, bum. A wet fingertip ran between her cheeks and then a tongue gently probed her anus. “Mmmm,” she moaned at the wet touch. The tongue continued to probe, but, with a shocked start, Bridget realized the face nuzzling her behind had a moustache. It wasn’t Michael! Shocked awake now, Bridget jumped and pulled away from whoever was behind her. As a flash of lightning lit up the tiny bedroom, she looked behind her to see a massive, naked blonde man kneeling on the bed. “Shit,” she yelled. “Who the hell are you?” She quickly pulled her knees under her, then, looking in a panic around the room, noticed Michael sitting in the only chair, a bottle of beer in his hand. She was relieved to see him there, but was confused. “Michael, what’s going on here?” she demanded. Michael moved to his knees at the edge of the bed. “This is your fantasy babe, remember. You’ve told me you wanted two guys at the same time. Well, this is it.” “But Michael,” she whispered under her breath. “That was a fantasy, I never thought it would happen. Who is this guy?” Naked, Bridget felt quite vulnerable. Michael moved closer and quickly kissed her. “It’s Lance, I play ball with him all the time. He’s a cool guy. And, he’s hung like a horse. Plus babe, he’s moving to Texas next week, he won’t even be in town anymore.” Bridget looked from Michael’s face to the big man at the foot of the bed. He was still on his knees, slowly stroking his very large penis and looking hungrily at her. She looked back at Michael and whispered, “I don’t know. I don’t know.” Michael took her face in his hands. “Hey, you don’t have to babe, I just thought this might be a fun opportunity for you to live out your fantasy. If you don’t want to, he’s outta here.” He looked back at Lance, gave a slight nod, then kissed her again, probing her mouth with his tongue. As he did so, Lance reached to gently caress her bum once again. Between the kissing and the caressing, Bridget began to relax a little, and she kissed Michael back, deeply. Pulling away from her slightly, Michael looked into her eyes and saw the fiery green flash he knew so well. “There you go babe,” he whispered again. “Just relax and enjoy.” “Well, this is feeling good,” she whispered back. As Lance kneaded her bottom, Bridget could feel herself getting into the spirit of the adventure. She poked her tongue deep into Michael’s mouth, then eased her legs back so she was lying on her tummy once again. As she put her head on the pillow once again, Michael moved to lie beside her. With his penis hard again and pressing against her, they continued kissing. Lance, meanwhile, was kissing Bridget up and down her body and Bridget found she was greatly enjoying the sensation. Still on her tummy, she spread her legs to allow Lance access. With Michael’s tongue in her mouth, Lance moved a hand between Bridget’s legs to caress her pussy. He gently ran a finger up and down her slit and then gently probed between her lips. Almost despite herself, she found she was really enjoying the attention of two men and she moaned softly into her lover’s mouth. As she did so, Lance took her by the hips and raised her bum in the air. He then moved further between her legs, spreading her thighs apart with his legs. With her pussy now off the bed and more exposed, he began rubbing his penis between the cheeks of her bum, then alternated to rub along her pussy as well. As the head of Lance’s very large penis touched her clit, Bridget moaned “Oh my God” softly into Michael’s face. “Gettin’ into it, hey babe?” he asked. “Mmmmm,” was all she could manage back. “Right on babe,” he said, then moved in front of her. At the sight of Michael’s penis beckoning, Bridget got on her hands and kissed the head that she loved. She licked up a large drop of pre-cum which oozed, then moved her lips over him. As Michael moaned with pleasure, she pulled off and slopped spit on his shaft, then began to hungrily engulf him. As the two men watched, she took him full length into her mouth, turning her head side to side as she did, and pressing on his shaft with her tongue. As she sucked hungrily at him, Michael closed his eyes, put his hands behind his back and moaned. At her rear, Lance lustily watched the action. He placed the head of his penis between Bridget’s lips then slowly plunged deeply into her body. She was soaking wet now and despite his size, Lance found he easily went full length. As he pressed his balls against her, he too let out a moan. When Michael had mentioned this idea to him, he had been all for it, but this action was really turning out to be incredible. As lightning flashed and lit the room again, he grabbed Bridget by her hips and drove into her, almost lifting her off her knees. Plunging deeply into Bridget as he watched her suck Michael, Lance felt he’d never been as hard. What a woman, he thought. In front of Bridget, Michael altered his gaze from her mouth working him to Lance at her rear, shoving his penis deeply into her. Bridget was so wet that there was a slapping sound as Lance went deeply into her pussy and at his penis, she was slurping noisily at him, lips wrapped firmly around his shaft as she moved. Michael, too, had never felt harder than at this moment and was unbelievably turned on by this threesome action. Watching Lance’s motions, Michael felt he wanted to match them. To do so, he took Bridget’s head in his hands to slow her, then held her still. Then, placing his palms over her ears, he began to fuck her mouth in time with Lance at her pussy. With her ears covered, Bridget couldn’t hear anything but the odd thunder crash, and, as lightning lit the room more and more often, was carried away by the feeling of being penetrated by two penises. She couldn’t think, couldn’t hear, could only feel as the men pressed into her. Closing her eyes, Bridget simply gave herself up to the sensation of the thrusting penises. As she surrendered to her feelings, she felt an orgasm approach, then wash over her in tides of ecstasy. Pleasure wracked her body as Michael filled her mouth and Lance her pussy with their hot, hard manhood. Behind her, Lance had now grabbed her breasts and was working her nipples. This shot more pleasurable sensations through her body and she felt she could absolutely burst. With her heart pounding, Bridget felt could she hardly breath and pulled her mouth off Michael’s penis. Taking him with one hand, though, she continued to wildly lick him as Lance continued fucking her from behind. Michael released his hands from her ears and she could now hear the sloppy sounds Lance was making. As she did, she came again as she pushed against Lance and began stroking Michael fast and hard with her hand. Both men were moaning now and Bridget was panting with her efforts, bucking against Lance, who now held her with her legs right off the bed as he fucked her, while she balanced on one hand and stroked Michael with the tightly clenched fingers of the other. Almost as if on cue, both men loudly announced they were almost ready. “Then cum on me,” Bridget found herself yelling, “cum on me.” Lance pulled out of her and she settled onto the bed as she let go of Michael. Rolling onto her back, Bridget put her head on the pillow and looked at the two men. “Come here, I want you to cum on me. Hurry, don’t waste any.” Both did as she bid. Each moved to one side of her body, near her breasts, and took their penises in hand. Bridget watched, fascinated, as both men began stroking themselves over her. She quickly wet her forefingers, then pushed one into each man’s anus. That seemed to spark them to greater efforts and they both stroked faster, concentrating on their penis, or looking into Bridget’s eyes. After several moments, and again almost on cue, the two men came, pumping their semen onto Bridget’s large breasts. Both groaned as they continued to pump themselves and the cum continued to flow. She pulled out her fingers and began to massage their cum into her breasts, enjoying the sticky warmth. Michael and Lance moaned as they finished themselves and watched her play with her nipples with cum-soaked fingers. As the two let go of themselves, Bridget took them in hand and squeezed every last bit of cum out of them. Then, as the two watched, she continued to play with her breasts, enjoying the slippery cum on her as she gazed at the penises above her. Finally, as thunder crashed and lightning lit the room, all three were sated and there came an awkward moment when nobody knew quite what to do. Michael relieved the awkward situation by suggesting Lance hit the shower. A little embarrassed now, he quickly agreed and jumped off the bed. For his part, Michael gently laid on Bridget, feeling the cum on her breasts between them, and kissed her deeply. As he pulled away slightly, all he could think to say was, “my God babe. Happy Birthday.” “Yes. Yes.” Bridget also had nothing more to say. She couldn’t believe the experience she had just been through and only wanted to savour it all. As the two fell asleep in each other’s arms, Lance, after a quick shower, left, quietly closing the door on the most incredible sexual experience he had ever had. Between a Rock & a Hard Place Author's Note: This is another short story that I've written. With this story, I wrote this one back in 2010 and I pretty much left it alone. Today, during a session of "Spring cleaning", I had found this story on one of my old, unused floppy disks. Rather than let the story go to waste, I decided to submit it on Literotica. I just read the whole story again and I am feeling like I should tweak the ending a bit. I don't know. I might. If you like to leave a comment, please do. I really appreciate it. Also, I want to say that there is a derogatory slur that is used in this story, so if you don't like that sort of thing, please do not read this one. ****************************** Camilla Darling does not know which noise was the reason for being pulled out of the sea of slumber. She didn't know whether if it was the sound of her bedroom's door slamming shut, or, if it was the growl of contentment that was purred into her ear as she laid in her bed. All she knew now was that she was now awake and the source to her sudden alertness was lying next to her, drunk and was on his way to sleep. Camilla glanced at the alarm clock that was on the nightstand and the face read the time of 3:23am. 'That's just fucking great' her mind grumbled. "You look like shit" her co-worker and best friend, Laney, complained. "Why thank you for noticing and here I thought it would go totally unnoticed today," Camilla said in a low mumble, as she accepted her mug of steaming hot Sanka coffee. The two women were hanging out in their workplace's canteen area, an hour prior the beginning of their work shifts. "Rough night?" her friend inquired. "Mmm-hmm," Camilla groaned, "well, it was more like it was a rough morning." Camilla, then, proceeded to explain the events that occurred during the prior evening. She started her tale with the unexpected party that was going on, when she arrived home from work. It was a pre-party, party that was thrown by her two housemates, Katerina and her boyfriend Elias, who were getting ready to for a night of club-hopping. Then, she ended her story with an explanation of what happened to her a few hours ago. Laney just groaned and shook her head, in disapproval, while occasionally sipping at her cup of coffee. "Cammy, sweetie, I am going to tell you what I've told you before: that motherfucker thinks he's slick with his shit! I don't care how much liquor he drinks, he is not that drunk enough to go into another person's room and lay up in their bed, while the person is still in it! And then does this shit repeatedly? Come on, girl, don't fall for it. God, he is just trying to get into your panties. He's probably tired of sampling that skinny, Pixie Stick that he's fucking and now wants to get a taste of the big clump of brown sugar that's sleeping in the room that's a few doors down!" At the unexpected crack, Camilla snorted and had to spit her sample of coffee out of her mouth, before going into a fit of giggles. "Girl, please, Elias is not interested in me! From what I've seen, he is just like every other white man that I know. He likes his women to be white, skinny like a pre-teen boy, big tits, no ass and blonde hair. He, pretty much, is dating that prototype right now." "Speaking of whom, what does the ole' lady has to say about her boyfriend's lack of sense of direction? Cuz, if it was my man, that nigga would be gone, especially with that lame ass routine— "It is not a routine," Camilla squealed in a whine. "Whatever and answer my question, heifer!" "She...does...not know," Camilla confessed, reluctantly. "Oooh, I knew it! Ole' Boy is definitely trying to get a taste of your chocolate-chip cookie!" "No, he's not. And if he would try to do anything to me, I'll beat his ass so bad that I'll beat the white off of him" Camilla warned. "Well, he's trying to tap your ass, so you should consider it even," Laney joked. Camilla rolled up a napkin that was on the table and threw it at her friend. The duo laughed. Once the laughter died down, Laney asked, "So how many times has Drunk Boy come into your room?" "Today would make it the seventh time." "Boy thinks he is so slick," Laney mumbled. "Did you wake him up this morning or did you leave him alone, so he can cuddle up to your Teddy Ruxpin?" she joked. "No, I woke his ass up before I left this morning." "What was his reaction from this morning?" "Come on, E, get your ass up," Camilla said to him, as she nudged his knee with her foot. She didn't have enough time this morning to waste. The time was 6:03am and she had to be gone by 6:15am. She was already dressed in her business attire and her hair was already styled to perfection. All she had to figure out was what type of shoes that she was going to wear today. "Uuugggghhh," she heard growled into the goose feathered-down pillow that her housemate was resting his head on. "Leave me alone," he growled in a raspy voice. The seriousness in his baritone voice would've made a 7-foot-tall man quake in their shoes and to leave him alone. Camilla, however, was far from being afraid, especially when the person is keeping her from completing a task. "No, I won't leave you alone! Now, get up and take your drunk ass back to your room. I need to make my bed and I can't do it with you laying in it! Now, get up!" Then, she gave him a harsh slap on the ass with her hand. Elias lifted his head off of the pillow and set his eyes upon Camilla, who was standing at the side of the bed. If looks could kill, she would've been one dead person. "Good, you're awake. Now, get up," she said sweetly and with a smile. She went back to the task at hand: which pair of shoes to wear with her outfit. "Go with the heels," Elias suggested, after watching her for a minute. He sat at the foot of her bed and was putting on his sneakers. "Mmm," she said as she observed the red high heels. "Why the heels?" she asked him. "Cuz, they make your ass and tits stick out more," he reasoned, with a smirk on his lips and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Camilla gave a snort in disgust. "Ugh, men... and do not even dare light up that cigarette in my room," she said as she settled her right foot into its shoe. When a part of the shoe had folded into the heel, she bent over to fix it. When seeing her heart-shaped ass on display, an idea ran through his mind and he stood up from the bed. "Well, that is why you women love us," Elias was his response to her, before smacking her on her ample ass in retaliation and then leaving her bedroom. ************************* Camilla didn't tell Laney about Elias' ass-slap as he exited the room, but told her the rest of the event. "Why don't you put a lock on your door? I'm sure having one there will keep him out of there," Laney suggested. "I've thought of that already and was about to put that plan into action, when that bitch of a girlfriend told me that I couldn't. Then she proceeded to threaten me with an eviction off of the premises, if I did put a lock on the door. She said it would be on the grounds of destroying her property. Her property? Can you believe that shit? I was tempted to tell her right then and there that I wanted to use the lock to keep her fucking boyfriend out of my bedroom." "And then your ass would've definitely been out of that house!" Laney joked. "Why she don't want you to put a lock on your bedroom door? What would happen if one her guest decides to walk up into your room and steal some of your shit? What would she say then?" "She doesn't want me to put a lock of the door, because of the fucking door. She claims that the doors in the house was made in Morocco and the door knobs were once used in the Romanov palace, back when they had czars and shit. So, she doesn't want the doors scratched up by the nails and whatnot. Can you believe that shit?" Camilla explained. Laney laughed. "Tell her to take one of those door knobs and shove it up her ass. Now, if I would've heard that one, I would've been like, 'Bitch, please, you know you got that shit from fucking Home Depot!' What the fuck is wrong with that bitch? Is she trying to be another Martha Stewart or some shit like that?" Laney chuckled, before placing a sympathetic pat on Camilla's shoulder. "Girl, you are in a tough spot. Your landlord, who happens to be one of your housemates, wants to fuck you and his girlfriend doesn't know about it. You can easily solve this problem by placing a lock on your door, but you can't, because your ass will get evicted. You can also solve your problem by telling his girlfriend, but then you will definitely be thrown out of the house, if you do. Damn girl, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place" Laney concluded. "Yeah," grumbled Camilla, feeling more like a pile of shit. "Shit, if I was in your shoes, you know what I would do, right?" "What: fuck him, tell his girlfriend about it with graphic details and then chuck the deuces and then move out?" "Damn girl, you really do know me!" Laney said to her, feeling genuinely pleased and impressed. Camilla laughed. Then, Laney said to her, "I would definitely fuck him, in a heartbeat. You know, if I wasn't gay... and the idea of having a man touch me didn't repulse me." "Really? You think Elias is cute?" Camilla asked her friend, with her cute face scrunched up. "I think he looks like a buffed-up version of Napoleon Dynamite." Laney gave her home-girl a pat on the shoulder. "No, he doesn't," Laney chuckled. "He's a cutie pie. I think Penny knows that I think he is cute because the entire time she and the rest of the Super Dykes were moving your furniture in the house, she would occasionally make sure that I was with you at all times." Camilla laughed. "Girl, Elias is fine! You just don't see it yet. I think you're going to come to your senses when he's eating out your cootchie like it is a free buffet meal--- "Ewww, shut up, Laney!" "I bet you that you won't be thinking of his ass as being Napoleon Dynamite then. Plus, he has money, girl!" her co-worker reasoned. "However..." she said before taking a sip of coffee, "... he ain't doing shit with his life and that money will run out eventually. Can you imagine what's going to happen to him then? Oh, it's going to be terrible, the poor thing." Camilla laughed once again. ***************** "I really have to move out of this place," Camilla said to her reflection. She was finger-combing at her short, straightened hair while making sure it didn't lose it's luster. She just showered and was preparing for her bedtime. She just moisturized her 5'7 frame with lotion, slipped into a pair of lace French-cut bikini briefs and into lilac-colored cotton, baby-doll nightgown. Now, she was busy talking to herself as she stared into the floor-length mirror that stood tall in front of her bed. Under normal circumstances, Camilla would consider herself to be crazy for talking to herself, but these weren't normal circumstances. Hell, she couldn't even hear her voice, thanks to the loud music that was playing on the first level of the house. A few hours after leaving her job, where she worked as a 911 operator, Camilla was a yard away from her house, when she noticed the signs of a house party: people loitering around the property, random cars parked in the driveway and in front of the house. Every light inside of the house was lit. Then there was the music; it was loud and it was abrasive to her sense of hearing. Standing outside, she felt like making a U-turn and going back to her office, where she can make a pallet on the floor and make it work for her. After pushing her way through crowds of people, to get into her home, making it to her bedroom and then bombarding the bathroom, just so she can take a ten-minute shower, she was now ready for bed. Camilla was about to turn off her nightstand lamp, when a reminder had popped into her head. She leapt out of her king-sized bed and made her way over to her walk-in closet, where she produced a large wooden trunk. She dragged the trunk to the back of her door and pushed it against the door, so it can serve as a temporary barricade. "Now, let's see if he can get in here now," she said to herself. Once Camilla settled back in her bed, her mind wondered about Laney's theory. 'Does he really want to have sex with me?' She thought back to the previous times that he drunkenly wandered into her bedroom. The first time happened a few days after she moved into the small castle of a house. She remembered Katerina and Elias had gone out bar-hopping that night, which meant that Camilla had the house to herself for a few hours. Later on that night, when Elias had entered her bedroom, drunk and disoriented. At the first moment of intrusion, Camilla was surprised and frightened. The next morning, Elias was remorseful and promised it wouldn't happen again. The second incident happened six days later. The third incident was two months later, after the second event and the fourth incident occurred eight days after the third one. By the time the fifth time had occurred, Camilla was living in the house for about three months. She wasn't so frightened of him anymore, ever since she knew his habits, which was to sleep on the left side of her bed. However, she was still leery of his behavior. The sixth time Elias had stumbled into her bedroom as she was changing into her pajamas and then collapsed onto her bed. When, she figured out that he was out cold, she finished dressing, before nonchalantly taking off his shoes and tossing a blanket over him. 'What the fuck?' her mind spoke, as the veil of slumber was lifted. The purring was what woke up from her sleep. She checked the time; it was a few minutes after four in the morning. Then she looked across the bedroom to find that her temporary barricade was pushed to the side, as if it was a light-weight object like a chair. Her ears had picked up silence, which was a tell-tale sign that the party was over. She didn't hear the music or the chatter of people. The only things she now hears is the sounds of the crickets chirping outside of her bedroom window and the soft snoring of Elias, who was sleeping behind her while cradling her in his massive arms. The last thing Camilla remembered doing, before falling to sleep last night, was remembering all of the late-night encounters. Camilla knew that now she had about an hour and twenty minutes left of valuable sleep time, before she had to get up and get ready for work. 'Let me go back to sleep,' she thought as she settled into a more comfortable position. As she wiggled her hips, in an effort to get comfortable, her butt inadvertently rubbed against Elias' groin area. The swivel of her hips came to a halt, when she, simultaneously, heard a guttural groan from him as well as felt his morning wood press up against her ass. She gasped in shock and then squealed, when she felt his hand reached under the bed linen and grab a hold of her left breast. Her hand shot up to the offending limb and proceeded to pry it off of her. Once her hand pulled at his hand, his groin grinded itself into her bottom. A groan was released from him and she felt it vibrate through her frame. "Lay still," he grunted and she stilled herself. 'Was he talking to me? Or is he talking in his sleep?' she whispered to herself. 'There's only one way to find out,' her mind reasoned. Camilla slightly turned her head and said softly, "Elias, are you awake?" She was met with silence, so she asked the question again and received the same answer. 'He's asleep,' she concluded. She thought about her new predicament. 'Oh boy'. A moan was the sound that pulled her away from a very good dream that she was having. In her dream, she was a queen of her own tribe and was now a prisoner of war. She was also the personal concubine of a powerful warlord from an enemy tribe. She was pulled away from the juiciest part of her dream that involved Camilla tied to a tree and was having her pussy stroked by her new owner, who bared a resemblance to a hot male, co-worker that she knew. Camilla heard another gasp and felt it leave from her very own lips. Before she could formulate a reason, a tremor of physical stimulation had floated through her body. The sensation was created in her nipples and floated down to the heated core that were in between her legs. Her hands sought out the pleasure's place of origin and discovered another hand that was there. Then she remembered about Elias' hand. Now, it had gotten a hold of bare flesh and was taking advantage of the new discovery. Camilla felt Elias' long and thick fingers caressed and kneaded at the ample flesh. Then, his fingers would pinch and then pull at her nipple. Another moan had slipped out of Camilla, but she able to bite down on the tail end of it. His nimble fingers playing with her tit caused a slow throb to accumulate down in her cunt, which intensified with passing second. 'Girl, I think for you to put an end to this before you do something stupid,' her conscience warned. Reluctantly, she allowed her hand reached up and taken a light grip against his wrist. Camilla pried his hand off of her breast and she could feel the warmth that was left there seeping away. She placed his hand in the space that was in between their bodies. Once his hand was away from her, she sat up in her bed and then fixed the top half of her nightgown. She leaned up against her bed's headboard and a light chuckle left her mouth. 'Ooh shit,' she thought, as she exhaled a clump of air. Her eyes taken a glance at the time and then they gazed over to her bed partner. Dressed in only a pair of dark colored jeans, a pair of cotton socks and a knitted cap on his head, Elias was asleep while resting on the right side of his body. Camilla took notice of how light his skin was, when she compared it to her flesh's hue. He was so pale that she could the blue veins that were hidden underneath the flesh of his arms. Her eyes scanned the muscles that were in his arms, chest, abdominals and his shoulders. She noticed that his jeans were hanging low on his hips and how it revealed the 'v' of the lower part of his torso. Her eyes trail along the indentation and their journey come to an end when it hit his jeans' waistband. She stares at the brass button his pants before trailing down to the flap that covers the zipper and trailing further down until she spotted a thick bulge. Her eyes widened in surprise, as well as, in glee. The lump started in the center of his groin area and spanned across his pelvis and stopped a few inches before it struck his left hip bone. She felt her fingers itch, as an act of pleading, to grab a hold of him, which made her nervous. To avoid temptation any further, she gazed at his face. With his facial features, Camilla thought Elias' face shouldn't have gone with his body. She thought that his face was juvenile, as if he was stuck in the cusp that all boys go through, as they go through the physical changes of puberty. His cheeks, deeply cleft chin and jaw line was free from any hair. His lips were created in the shape of a pout; a thin bottom lip with a full top one that had a cupid bow shape to it, Elias, Camilla thought, had the type of lips that women would spend thousands of dollars for. Her eyes stared at the masculine nose and resisted the urge to rub her fingers down the bridge of it. Suddenly, her mind replayed a memory to her. "... Elias is fine! You just don't see it yet. I think it going to come to you when he's eating out your cootchie like it is a free buffet meal---..." "Oh God," Camilla groaned before slapping her palm across her forehead, "Now, I think he's cute," she whispered to herself. She groaned in disappointment and bowed her head. Simultaneously, her alarm clock began to ring. Between a Rock and a Hard Place "Wow, the view here is so beautiful!" The blonde bombshell said, standing above the rock and looking at the horizon. "Yeah, it certainly is." Of course, he wasn't talking about the same thing. Just the day before, Chris was relaxing and making plans for the weekend. As a private instructor of canyoning, he cherished every time he could to just stay home and watch a good film or something. He was quite a fan of cinema, but he had been so busy that he was quite behind the new releases. He did not expect for his boss to call him and cancel his day-off because apparently they had an urgent appointment and had all other instructors already busy for the day. 'Just what I needed. Probably a spoiled brat wanting to feel the '127 Hours' experience.' Chris thought. Chris had finally managed to get the 'The Hunger Games' DVD and planned to watch it. He had heard well about the film itself, but his main motivation to watch it was its star. Jennifer Lawrence. Jennifer was almost a crush of his since he first saw her in a film. She was beautiful, charismatic, talented and all-around a positive aspect of all films he watched her in. 'The Hunger Games' was the film that consolidated her as an star, so he was itchy to see it. So, imagine Chris surprise the next day when, while waiting for this 'brat' at the course, there comes a fucking hot blonde in a tight-fitting shirt and tight-shorts, the usual gym attire, with a cap and a big backpack as if going on a- "Oh, shit." Understanding he was going to be this hottie's guide, he went up to her to introduce himself. As he did, he couldn't help but gawk as he noticed who she was. Katniss Everdeen. THE. JENNIFER. FUCKING. LAWRENCE. No need to say, what started as a sacrifice had just become a gift from God. "C'mon! You can't see anything from down there! Come up here!" Jennifer said. "Well, I can see a lot, thank you." While he couldn't see the horizon as well as Jennifer, Chris had in his position a privileged view of her ass accentuated by her tight short. Nonetheless, he climbed the rock to stand at her side. They had been trekking for a few hours now; Jennifer already had a pretty good understanding and conditioning for canyoning, and Chris served more as a guide to the mountainous area. For those hours they spend a lot of time conversing with each other and Chris was 'delighted' to discover that the 'Hunger Games' star was as extroverted and easygoing as the media made her out to be. And quite a flirt too, though he was unsure if that part was true or just his imagination. "This place is great; you're really luck to get to work here all the time!" "Really?" Chris raised an eyebrow, looking at Jennifer. "You are the movie star that gets to go all around the world while being ogled by fans everywhere, and I'm the one lucky to work on a canyon?" "Hey, you make it sounds like my life is a fairytale!" At this Jennifer turned to face Chris, her hands on her hips. "There are a lot of annoying and even creepy fans, having to go to those parties to ass-kiss important people, I barely get privacy anymore! And most of those acting stunts are quite dangerous, too. Hell, I knocked Josh Hutcherson out during filming!" By the last part she was almost chuckling. Chris stifled a laugh at the last part. "Well, I'm not so great either. I have little free time, and this paisage starts getting a bit old after seeing it for the nth time. Then, I have to guide a bunch of annoying guys who think they know what they are doing just because they once went into ranges or seen '127 Hours'!" "Gee, thanks." "I'm not meaning you. In fact, you are the best thing that happened today after losing my day-off." At her confused face, he explained. "This was supposed to be my day-off, but my boss cancelled it since there was no other guide available for you." "Sorry." At this she brought her hand up to rub the back of her head sheepishly. "Well, my plans were to see you anyway in 'The Hunger Games', so in the end I would say it was an upgrade." "Oh, is that so? You were going to watch me?" At this, Jennifer gave a sultry, teasing smile that made Chris uncomfortable. "N... Y... That's not what I meant! I-I've not yet seen the film so I decided to do it, and you are in it, so I would end up watching you, an-" "Hey, hey, calm down man! I'm just teasing you!" Jennifer was laughing loudly, and Chris felt himself go red in embarrassment. Here he was, with a famous and amicable film star, and he had to go and make a fool of himself! Yet... 'God, even her laugh is sexy...' Well, while 'sexy' wouldn't really be a good way to describe Jennifer Lawrence's laugh, it certainly had that effect on Chris. But while he was far too distracted to notice, Jennifer in the midst of her laughing could notice a bulge in his pants and slowly stopped laughing. Looking at it, she, too, started feeling uncomfortable and had to fight to keep some 'thoughts' away from her mind. "Uhm, are we going to just stand here? It is starting to get hot..." Quick to defuse the situation, Chris turned around (much to Jennifer's chagrin) and went down the rock they were in. After a moment trying to recollect her thoughts, Jennifer smiled and went ahead to the edge of the rock to get down... ...and promptly slipped. "AAAHH!" As luck would have it (or was it luck?) Chris was still in front of the rock and easily caught her in his arms while managing to keep standing. Helping her steady herself, he could hear her labored breath from the almost injuring situation; he barely noticed that he was still grabbing her in a tight hug, though his body certainly did. "I don't really think that was what they meant with the saying 'between a rock and a hard place', hmm?" Jennifer's voice was almost a whisper, a very sultry whisper, as she said pretty much in Chris' ear. As Chris still seemed oblivious, Jennifer enticingly moved her hips making him feel his boner rub against her pelvis and also letting a low groan. At that sound something seemed to snap in Chris. The combination of the place, the flirting, the smokin' hot celebrity feeling his cock with her hips, and now that very, VERY arousing sound coming from her... Chris pushed forward, claiming her lips in a ferocious, animalistic kiss; at the same time, he pushed her hard against the rock and pushed his own body against her, making her moan in his mouth from his hard-on pressing on her. Jennifer moaned at the action, her surprise quickly melting as her tongue clashed with Chris' and she crossed a leg over his waist to make him push even harder. As their kiss seemed to only intensify, Chris hands started to roam Jennifer's backside until one of them grabbed her ass and pulled it hard towards him. Jennifer gave a small squeal, breaking their kiss for a moment; both of them had their eyes half-closed, and shit-eating grins slowly crawled over their faces as their lust started to allow the realization of what they just did. "Well, I did make you lose your day-off. How about letting me make up for you?" Jennifer said, a seductive smirk growing as her hand gripped the border of his pants. "If you wish. I'm certainly not complaining." Chris answered with his own smirk, before pulling off her (which she reacted with a disappointed moan) and taking his shirt off. While not very muscled, his job made sure to make his body lean but athletic enough. Nonetheless, Jennifer Lawrence whistled at him before letting her hands wander his chest. "You know, I don't really like over-muscled guys. I find it ugly, plus they always come with small dicks." One of her hands snaked down his abdomen, before reaching and firmly gripping his boner. "I would rather have someone big down here, like you." As she said that, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his again. This time was softer, not as aggressive but still very passionate. Chris couldn't help marvel at the softness of her lips as his tongue briefly stroked them before invading her mouth. He pressed hard against her again, one of his hands shooting to grab her ass and another this time around snaking in the front to her plump chest. He roughly grabbed her tits, kneading what he guessed were high Cs, which seemed to make Jennifer moan and dry-hump him. Next his lips were leaving hers before trailing down her chin, soon closing again around the milky white skin of her neck. Jennifer moaned, tilting her head to give him better access as he kissed, sucked and nibbled her neck carefully enough to not leave marks but still enough to give her pleasure; he gave special attention to the intersection between her neck and shoulder, which seemed to get the best reaction out of her. Meanwhile, even with her mind clouded with lust and pleasure from his ministrations, Jennifer was not one to be merely submissive. One of her hands grabbed his hair, pulling his face into her neck, and another snaked into his pants to try and pull it down. "C'mon, let's step up this game." Jennifer's voice was a husky whisper as she pulled Chris' hair to make him stop. As they looked at each other, Jennifer quickly gave him a kiss before bringing her hands to the hem of her shirt; with a seductive smile, she brought her shirt up slowly, teasing Chris who had to control himself so as to not shoot forward and rip her cloths off. As she stood there in her sports bra, she proceeded to also lower her shorts; taking the cue, Chris too started to lower his pants, never taking his eyes off Jennifer's body. To anyone who watched the scene, it would seem like a exotic porno. There, in the canyons, a hot blonde bombshell (Jennifer fucking Lawrence, no less) in only her undergarments with a similarly quasi-nude man, both exuding their lust. Looking down Chris could see a small wet spot in her panties, while Jennifer licked her lips at his almost nude boner. "Damn, Jen. You got a body to die for..." Jennifer shivered as the nickname escaped his lips, liking the sound of it. Making a signal for him to stay put, she slowly moved up to him swaying her hips enticingly as her hands went to her shoulders and teasingly pulled at her bra's straps. Chris was absolutely paralyzed as she pulled her bra down, revealing the top of her tits and slowly showing more. As she reached him, she gave a smug look at him (he had a feeling this was like a game to her, to see who got the other hotter) before gripping and pulling down his underwear to reveal his cock. It wasn't an abomination, but it was quite big and he couldn't help but give his own smug look at Jennifer's impressed face. Taking of the underwear completely, he pushed Jennifer back till she was pressed against the rock again and grabbed her by the back of her thighs and ass, lifting her. Understanding, Jennifer gave a small jump and grabbed his hips with her legs, his hard cock pressing under her panties enough to make her squeal in delight. Tilting his head down, Chris leaned forward to smother himself on her breasts. Jennifer squealed and moaned as he kissed the valley of her breasts before trailing kisses up the mounds; he kissed and bit all over her right breast, purposefully avoiding the nipple which made Jennifer almost growl. With a smirk on his face, he briefly pulled away and raised his eyes to look at her face. "What's the matter, Jen? Want something?" "You know very well what I want, Chris." "Don't know. Why don't you tell me?" This time, Jennifer did growl. "Stop teasing and milk me already!" Though she tried to look intimidating, she had to keep a grin from forming in her face. Their playfulness was keeping things interesting... Leaning down again, Chris decided to end her torture and grabbed her breast with his mouth, sucking away like a baby. Jennifer threw her head back (almost hitting the rock she was pressed against) and let a loud moan, never having had her mounds sucked like that. He alternated between circling the nipple with his tongue and sucking, while at the same time he brought up one of his hands to grab and knead the other breast. They were delicious, plump and soft yet firm enough. He could get off just licking those tits, but as his cock seemed to try and get harder by the moment, almost to the point of hurting, Chris knew he wanted more than just a tit-sucking. As he changed breasts, he maneuvered the hands still holding her ass so as to move her panties and expose her opening. He managed to move a finger over it, seeing it wet enough; lifting her up a bit more, he swiftly moved his hips so his cock was lined with her pussy and promptly pushed forward, impaling her with a grunt. Jennifer was in cloud nine. She had never had her tits sucked like this (she had her tits sucked before, though) and she felt as if she could come just from it. She barely noticed the touch on her nether regions until she felt herself lifted higher; as she was about to ask, she suddenly felt something invading her pussy and let out a scream, her face morphing into an O-face as she threw her head back again (this time she probably did hit the rock, though the feeling of his penetration made it irrelevant). "FUCK!" Jennifer managed to let out as her scream faded, her face still scrunched up from the sudden intrusion. She had never had a dick so big inside her, nor had she much preparation time as it caught her by surprise. "That's what I'm gonna do, Jen." Chris grunted, reveling in the tightness of her cunt. Damn! She wasn't a virgin but still, goddamn! She was so tight, he almost came! As she seemed to be adjusting, he pushed his head back to her neck where he kissed and suckled. As she seemed to be adjusted, she pulled his head up to give her a kiss before moving her hips to coax him into starting. And he did, thrust his hips upwards to bury even more of his cock inside her, before moving it back down while holding her ass so she wouldn't come down with him. It was quite difficult, as he had never done it in this position. Letting her fall a bit so her pussy would be straight ahead of his hips, he thrust forward this time around and found this position to be much better. Soon he was fucking Jennifer Lawrence normally, almost as if they were laying down; she moaned like a bitch in heat, her mouth hanging open and her eyes glazed, her mind overridden from the pounding she was receiving from Chris. Soon enough, whether by pure instinct or her own doing, Jennifer's hips started moving alongside Chris', thrusting in rhythm and creating even more pleasure for them both. The sound of their skin slapping together, as well as the feeling of his balls hitting under her pussy once in a while, was making them run straight to their climax. "Ohhh, ohhhh fuuuuuck!! Ohhhh, ohhhh my god!" Jennifer was babbling, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. "Ohhhhh, fuck!" As he started losing speed, Chris compensated by burying his cock further and harder in her pussy. His hand shot to her breast, squeezing it as he leaned down to suck the nipple. This was the last straw for Jennifer as she moaned loudly and she spasmed slightly, her muscles contracting and squeezing the cock still inside the pussy. This not only made it impossible for Chris to pull out, but gave the extra stimuli for him to come. "Oh, shit! Here it comes!" As he pushed forward for the last time, he cummed hard inside her. He had his eyes closed, throwing his head back and basking in the pleasure of having his cock drained by the hot film star's pussy. He felt his own legs start to grow weak; thankfully, Jennifer let go of his waist and this allowed him to get down to the ground, bringing her with him as he was still unwilling to let her go. Laying down on the rocky ground, still gripping Jennifer's body to himself, he moved his eyes to her. Her eyes seemed still glossed, still basking in the afterglow of their incredible outdoors sex. After a while, she started blinking and quickly got up, pulling him off her. "Oh shit" Chris thought. Was she angry at him for having cummed inside her? Was she going to report him, say he raped her, after this incredible da- His line of thinking got shut down and he let out a moan as the blonde, on all fours on the ground, stroke his limper but still semi-hard cock. She was smiling at him, her hair falling to one side giving her such a sexy look most pornstars would be envious of. "C'mon, this ain't over yet." "You surely are a nympho, ain't you?" "Oh, please, as if you weren't thinking the same?" To emphasize her point, Jen let go of his dick to show it was almost at full-mast. "You can't make me come so hard, you can't please me like that and expect me not to want another go." "Can't say I thought about that." Truth was, he never expected her to give him another go. As a big celebrity, this would probably be just a one-time thing and expecting more would just leave him crushed. "Well, you can be sure you got yourself a loyal client now." She winked at him. "But right now, I've been wanting to have a taste of this since I first saw it..." As Chris' cock was acceptably hard, Jennifer leaned down and closed her lips around it. The guide almost came at the sight (and feeling) of having his cock sucked by the star, and while he did control himself it still made his cock fully hard on Jen's mouth. The 'Hunger Games' star, meanwhile, kept working. Her tongue rolled around the pole, licking and sucking back all of their juices that still covered it. She couldn't distinguish her taste from his, but the combination was rather enjoyable. She pulled out, licking the underside of his cock and all-around cleaning it of juice. Once this was over, she once again engulfed it in her hot little cave and started bobbing her head up and down on it as her hand still stroked the base of his cock. Chris groaned at the feeling, as if she was trying to suck the cum from inside him. His past girlfriends always refused to give him a blowjob, saying it was disgusting or degrading; that he was now receiving his first from Jennifer Lawrence herself, the dream of many men, was enough to get him going and he soon felt his juice start to flow. He sat up, doing his best not to stop her, and placed his hand on her head like he had seen many do in this situation (and it just felt right). Jennifer kept bobbing her head for some while, his groans and his pulling/pushing of her head serving as incentive to keep going. Soon enough his groaning became more regular and a slightly salty taste started to appear, indicating he was about to come; she merely accelerated her efforts. "Ohh shit, I'm gonna come Jen!" Jennifer smiled at this and, when she felt he was already past the point of no return, pulled him out of her mouth; she continued stroking him, getting him off as she opened her mouth and aimed his cock at it. In a moment his white seed was coming out, shooting at her and hitting her mouth, chin and neck. He shot quite a lot, which seemed to please her. As he came out of his high, Chris looked to see Jennifer using her tongue and finger to catch the cum that landed outside of her mouth. She looked almost innocently doing that, if not for the fact that she was naked and it was his cum in her mouth and fingers. "So, what now?" She asked, sitting on his lap and putting her arms around his neck. A seductive smile was just right on her face. "Uhmm, you will have to wait a while before I can go again." "Yeah, you came a lot. I was quite surprised you managed to come so much the second time around." She gyrated her hips, making Chris' groan. "Can't you surprise me again, Chris?" "I would love to, but I'm not a machine Jen. Besides, we really need to keep going or else they will start worrying something happened to you." "Like, I got raped by my canyoneering guide and he is right now carrying me all the way to Mexico?" Between a Rock and a Hard Place "Very funny." Chris said sarcastically. "Besides, by the time we get back I will probably be able to go at it again. And you are in dire need of a shower, Jen." At this Jennifer mock-gasped. "Are you saying I'm dirty?" Chris laughed a bit. "If you take it that way..." Jen pouted, getting up from his lap and grabbing her clothes. "Okay, but you gotta shower too. You are even dirtier than me." Chris stood up too and grinned, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her towards him. "That's okay, but only if I can shower with you." Jennifer grinned back. "You're right. Two dirty people on a shower are better than one, I guess." She quickly leaned forward to kiss him and he soon kissed back, not really caring for his lingering taste still on her mouth. Oh, this was so much better than watching 'The Hunger Games'...