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Just You and I

By: CoventinaNyx



The full moon was shining cheerfully through my window as I fell asleep that night. It's silvery light bending through my water bottle and shining on the rails of my antique wrought-iron bed before falling across my face, bathing me in its gentle luminescence. 

It was the loss of that light across my eyes the roused me, awakened me, from my erotic dream. The same dream I always have; the one that makes me cum before I'm even completely awake; the dream that even now has my pussy dripping and longing to be filled.

As I slowly blink my eyes open, I am aware of a change in the atmosphere of my bedroom; of something added rather than missing. The moonlight reveals you standing over me outlined in stark contrast. I take in your aggressive stance, black clothes and ski mask and quickly come to only one conclusion; you're here to rape me. 

As I come to my senses enough to gather a scream in my throat, your hand quickly covers my mouth. You lean down next to my ear and whisper in a harsh voice, "Don't scream, don't make a sound and I'll make this good for you too. Scream or call for help, and I'll make you wish you didn't have a sweet pussy for me to fuck. Got it?"

I can barely think beyond shakily nodding my head in surrender. 

"Take your panties off" you growl at me, your hand is still firmly over my mouth as I wiggle my panties down over my hips and legs, "and hand them to me." You roll them in a ball and, finally removing your hand, you shove them into my mouth. "Now take your nightie off." You say in the same growl.

Once it is out of the way, you take both of my wrists in your one, very large, very strong hand and pull my arms up over my head. You tug something out of your pocket; it's handcuffs. You click a cuff over my wrist, loop the chain around the bedrail and click the other cuff onto my other wrist. You pick up one of the fat, decorative pillows from the neat pile beside my bed and add it to the one already under my head. I'm not very comfortable with my head at a 45 degree angle, but you don't seem to care.

You reach down and take hold of my nipple. You look me straight in the eye and twist, pulling upward at the same time. I cry out in pain, and yes, a little pleasure. You stop and lean down to my ear again, "You like that, bitch?" I think you smile, I think I hear it in your voice. "Yeah, you like it. I'll have you moaning like a whore before I'm through tonight."

Now that I am completely at your mercy, you pull something else out of your pocket. You stroke my cheek and say, "I'm going to blindfold you with this sleep mask and I'm going to fuck you. But before I blindfold you, I'm going to show you what I'm going to impale you with, think you're ready to see it?" 

My eyes are as wide as saucers; I nod slowly.

You reach down and pinch the other nipple, pulling and twisting upward. I cry out in pain (and pleasure?) again. 

"Slut." You say as you pull the zipper down on your jacket and slide it off revealing a black tank. Your moonlit outline becomes more defined. Your shoulders are impossibly broad and your torso tapers to a flat, well-defined stomach. 

I get the feeling I know you from somewhere. 

The tank follows the jacket and the hills and valleys of your chest and abs are set in sharp relief. My mouth waters a little as I involuntarily take in a sharp breathe through the panties. I pray you didn't hear me.

My prayer is not answered. 

Your head jerks up to my face and I feel like your smiling again. The ski mask is very frustrating. I want to see you in spite of myself. I'm about to be raped, and my body is betraying me by revving up for it! What is wrong with me? Am I psychotic?

"You want to see more don't you?" You jeer at me, making me feel ashamed of myself; ashamed of my lust, my obvious need. "You want to see the cock that's going to fuck you, don't you slut?" 

I just stare at you with my big, blue eyes. I can't reason out the way I'm feeling. 

"Answer me!" You half yell at me. 

You yank the panties out of my mouth roughly and put your ski masked face in mine again.

"Yes." I squeak out in the smallest voice possible. 

You pull and twist both nipples and I really do scream out in pain. You shove the panties back in my mouth, and move your mouth to the closest nipple and swirl your tongue around it before pulling it into your mouth and sucking on it. With one hand you squeeze the other breast and gently roll the nipple between your fingers. I'm confused and aroused by the rapid switch from pain to pleasure.

Your hand caresses my stomach as you move your mouth to the other breast and devour it with your lips and tongue. 

Your hand slips lower.

"Wow, not even a landing strip." You say as you slide your fingers over my already swollen, completely hairless lips. You slowly slide your finger up and down over those lips until they open like the wings of a butterfly. You feel my wetness already, one swipe over my inner lips and I open to your gently probing fingers. I am wet enough that one finger glides in easily as your thumb begins to softly rub my soft pink nub sending a wave of pleasure through me.

At the same moment, you bite my nipple; hard. I yelp in pain and moan in pleasure as you slide your one, now two, fingers in and out of my pussy. I can't help myself; I tighten my velvet walls around your fingers. You move over and bite the other nipple; harder. 

My pain and pleasure are complete and your thumb strums my clit like a well-tuned guitar. You curl your finger up inside of me and stroke my g-spot. I arch my back frantic to keep the connection between your mouth and my breast knowing that I'm about to cum harder than I ever have. But, just at that moment, to my utter dismay, you stop and straighten up. 

You are standing over me again, silently reminding me who is in control. I'm frustrated and, frankly, angry. I'm angry at my rapist for not letting me cum. I am sick.

You, however, are smug. Standing there, standing over me, knowing how close I was and reveling in my misery. 

You move to the end of the bed and sit with your back to me. Oddly, I feel shut out. I'm not sure what you're doing until I hear the thump of a shoe hitting the floor. After the thump of the other shoe dropping, you stand and turn back to the bed. At the foot of the bed, you slowly unsnap and unzip your jeans. Your cock springs out unrestrained by boxers. You let the pants drop and step out of them. 

It's dark at the bottom of the bed so I can't really see what's in store for me until you come around to the side of the bed again. I take in another involuntary breath in at the sight of your beautiful cock. 

You climb onto the bed obligingly bringing it closer to my face for a better look. You are perfect, from the 8 inches plus in length, to the 2 inches plus in width. The drop of precum on your perfectly mushroomed head is like the cherry on top of a sundae. I can't wait for a taste....but wait this is against my will right?

You must be reading my thoughts because you establish dominance once again. You have the sleep mask in your hand again and you pull it over my head and effectively cut off my sight. I hear you breathe a sigh of relief, and realize that you have taken off the ski mask. 

The fear peaks in me again as I recognize that not only am I at your mercy, but I can't see anymore. I have no idea what you are going to do next. Incredibly, the fear increases my desire. My body is quivering and my heart is dancing in my chest with anticipation and terror.

I feel the bed move as you either sit or lean on the side of it. Another quick movement and you are straddling my chest. You whisper, "I'm going to take the gag out, remember what I said about screaming or yelling for help. Promise to be a good girl?"

Maybe I would have shaken my head 'no' if I'd known at the time what you had in store for me. But I foolishly nod in assent. 

You pull the panties out of my mouth and hold my water bottle to it so I can quench my thirst. When I'm satisfied, I shake my head slightly spilling water down the front of my neck. The liquid is cold and in my heightened state, the shock is delicious.

I feel something press against my lips, rubbing against them and making them wet from its own lubrication. "Open up" you say. But instead my tongue darts out of my mouth searching for a taste of your precum. 

"I always knew you were a whore!" You whisper gruffly, your outburst buried in your pleasure. 

Somewhere in the back of my mind a warning bell goes off again. "Always knew" that's what you said. You know me! The trick is to figure out how you know me.

I am licking your perfect mushroom head and taking just that bit into my mouth while I do it. I lick you just under the rim of your head and spend a little bit of time tonguing your "vee". I think this is making you crazy, but you pull up and put your balls to my lips. I lick and suck each one eagerly until you are making guttural, ecstatic noises. You reward my good work with an even bigger taste of precum. Sweet! 

You guide the head of your cock into my mouth again, but you only stop there for a second. You slide out, and then back in a little further. You keep doing this until you are buried in my throat and I am forced to swallow around you. You slide back out just before I run out of air and give me a chance to take a big breath. I open my lips for you again and you slide back in; your cock feels like heaven in my mouth. Your soft skin and your hard cock are almost my undoing.

Of course you've read my mind again. "You want to suck my cock whore? Maybe you'll like this way better." And just so I don't forget who is really running the show, you hold still and with a hand on either side of my head, you rock my head back and forth over your cock, literally fucking my face. It's slightly uncomfortable, but not painful and I quickly adapt to your rhythm. My lack of discomfort seems to piss you off, and you fuck my face harder before surprising me with your ejaculation. 

The first spurt hits me square in the back of the throat making me gag slightly, but I'm ready for the next one and put my tongue into your slit to encourage you along. Your cum spurts out onto my tongue, and I swallow rapidly before moving my tongue back up to the tip in anticipation of more to come. I swallow everything you have to give until you slide your cock out of my mouth.

You collapse beside me for a moment your fingers tracing lazy circles around my nipples. You start talking; well whispering, but it so nonchalant it's like we just met in the grocery store or something. 

The grocery store! Were you the guy who helped me with my groceries the other day? I was wearing an awfully short skirt and I know I gave you a bit of a show when I bent over to retrieve my "accidentally" dropped keys. 

You're right, I am a slut.

I realize that you are again reading my mind as I tune into what you're saying. 

"...knew you were slut, but I had no idea it would be like this! I haven't even fucked you yet. You're dying for it now aren't you? I could take the handcuffs off and you'd lay there and spread your legs for me, wouldn't you?"

Your hand has never stopped moving, the lazy circles around my nipples trailing little loops down my stomach and lower. More circles now around my pussy, now you brush the back of your fingers over my mound. 

My legs are slightly open and you give my legs a nudge apart. Not far enough you decide, so you move down and pull my legs apart with your hands. "So wet. I can see from here how wet you are." 

I moan as you dip your finger down to the opening of my dripping pussy. You use my own juices to once again violate me with your fingers, first one, and then two. Your thumb works its magic on my clit again, bringing me to the brink. 

You stop again, laughing at my obvious frustration. 

"How much do you want it, bitch?" you chuckle. "Beg me to lick your pussy." You kiss my inner thighs and all around my pussy; everywhere, except my pussy.

This is making me crazy, but I don't want to give in. I still have some power, right? Wrong. Your kisses are making me crazy and you keep stroking my mound and teasing me with your fingers. I shake my head no, but I'm weakening. I'm starting to not care if I have any power. I just need to feel your tongue on my pussy. Now the need is overwhelming. 

"Yes! Please lick my pussy!" I somehow manage to yell and whisper at the same time. I know I can't be louder than you, and I know that you have to lick my pussy or I'll die. I know you've won again.

My hips are bucking slightly in anticipation. You've stopped kissing my thighs and I feel your weight shift on the bed. You are now between my widely spread legs. I can feel your breath on my thighs as you lean in to kiss them once more. This time, you work your way up my thighs to the one spot I'm dying for you to kiss. You run your tongue up one side of my pussy and down the other.

"I love your bare pussy lips. So soft and slippery." You hiss.

I can barely contain myself now. Your tongue is exploring every inch of my pussy. You slide it into me causing me to gasp and moan softly as you mumble something I can't quite catch..."so....fucking....good". 

I think that's what you say anyway. Maybe that's just what I'm thinking. My mind isn't really functioning so well right now; my whole being is focused on what's happening between my legs. 

Your tongue has made its way to my clit and is doing a magical tap dance on it. I am writhing, making my wrists red from pulling on them. I want my hands on your head. I want to grab you by the ears and ride your face. I have no control over this, no control at all. That realization is what sends me over the edge and I'm cumming. I'm cumming so hard and so loudly that you have to stuff the panties back into my mouth to shut me up. 

You don't let up on my pussy, your fingers are flying in and out of me, your tongue still torturing my clit until I cum again. This orgasm shoots an electrical current through my body making me scream into the panties over and over again.

You climb up over me and press against me, holding most of your weight off of me with your elbow. You pull the panties out of my mouth again. You stroke my hair back and kiss me for the first time. Tasting my pussy on your lips is incredible. Your kiss is light at first, then more demanding as your tongue claims more of my mouth. 

These wondrous kisses distract me from the fact that you are stretching my legs up and apart by hooking one of my legs over each of your arms at the crook of the elbow. With my arms restrained above me and my eyes blinded, this position re-establishes your complete dominance over me. You've given me pleasure, but you still have more to take.

You reach down and position yourself at my entrance, lubricating your cock with my cum by rubbing it up and down just inside my petal pink lips. You start slowly and my wish that you'll be gentle seems to be coming true. 

I abruptly realize that you've stopped what you were doing, there's some shifting going on and you let go of my legs. After another movement, the sleep mask is ripped off my head. I'm blinking in the moonlight trying to get my eyes to adjust. You have taken hold of my legs and I'm stretched wide open again. 

As you come into focus, I see that you're wearing the ski mask again.

"I want you to look me in the eyes when I'm fucking you. Got it? Look directly into my eyes the whole time. Don't look away. I'll keep the panties out of your mouth if you can be quiet; get too loud and they go back in." You command through the mask, your voice more muffled now. 

When you look down to guide your fully-engorged cock to my wet and willing pussy, I look you over and take in as much as I can before you catch me. 

Your build once again seems familiar to me. I know I know you. Your hair is a little long and from the piece I can see peaking out from under the edge of your ski mask its dark brown or black. Your skin is a medium brown, but from your tan lines, it's obviously from the sun. 

Why are you so familiar?

The very head of your cock rests just inside my pussy, you look up into my eyes and relish the surprise in them as you slam into my slick, hot hole. I take you in to the hilt without thinking. I open myself up and let you in completely. I have no choice and as I look into your eyes you see the surrender there, the capitulation, the complete acceptance that I have no power here, no control, that I am yours. 

"I'll be back, you know." You say gruffly as you slowly slide in and out of my tightening pussy. "I'll be back to fuck you again, whenever I want. Do you understand?"

I am staring into your chocolate brown eyes, noticing everything about them, committing them to memory. 

"Do. You. Understand!" 

Startled, I nod as you thrust into me again, unwilling even now to say it out loud. But you're not letting me off that easily. 

"Say it!" you demand in perfect time with another hard thrust.

"I'm yours to fuck whenever you want." I moan back to you. "I'm all yours." I say it, and as unbelievable as it is to my own ears; I mean it.

You're fucking me hard now, pistoning in and out of me like a jackhammer, spreading my legs further and further apart almost splitting me in half. Once again the pleasure and pain blend into exquisite torture. I can feel you pounding against my womb; you're in me so deep. My pussy is clenching around you, grasping you as tight as a fist. 

Like you predicted, I'm moaning like a whore. I'm incoherent, trying to be quiet but loudly whispering "Fuck me!" over and over again. 

"I'll fuck you whore, I'll fuck you whenever and wherever I want." You underscore every few words with an answering thrust.



"Yes, yes I'm yours! Fuck me now, just fuck me now!" I scream/whisper. You've got the panties in your hand and you're ready for me as I start to yell "Oh yes! Fuck me!" louder and louder. The panties go unceremoniously back into my mouth and I scream "Fuck me!" through them.

"Look at me!" you whisper urgently and I snap my eyes back to yours. "Don't look away again, understand?" 

I nod my head not breaking eye contact. 

You are a man possessed looking deep into my eyes making it impossible for me to look away. I can feel my climax building with each thrust of your cock into me. I'm so physically restrained now that all I can do is resign myself to enjoying being fucked by you; my body is completely open to you. I have no way of stopping this even if I wanted to and you are bringing me closer to cumming with each powerful thrust.

I no longer care if I'm being raped or not, nor do I care who you are. I just care about being fucked like never before. My brain has gone back to caveman times and I'm completely immersed in the pleasure of feeling this meaty cock stroke in and out of me again and again. My body has it own mind and I cum in crushing waves. I'm screaming my primal release into the panties stuffed in my mouth. Your eyes are drilling into mine and I keep eye-contact with you through my entire orgasm. 

The walls of my pussy are quivering now and you just stop, still in my pussy enjoying the aftershocks of my incredibly strong orgasm. We're still staring, bright blue eyes into bottomless brown. I am not the first to look away.

Slowly you let my legs go one by one. You move off me and I'm surprised how quickly I miss your weight and warmth. I watch you bend down and get your pants, admiring the view when I hear the jingle of keys. You're going to free my hands! I can't wait to touch you, to feel your skin under my fingertips. 

You replace the sleep mask and deprive me of my sight again. You uncuff one wrist and order me to turn over. I do and you cuff my wrist again. I am again deprived of touching you. 



Just You and I Ch. 02



It's been nearly an entire month since I've seen you, and tomorrow brings the full moon again. I've looked for you everywhere; the gym, the grocery store, in every place I've been and in every face I've passed. I've looked for your build, your hands, but most of all I've looked for your eyes; those bottomless brown eyes. I want to stare into their depths again whatever the cost, whatever price I have to pay.

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I had hoped to get my daily run in early this morning, but the weather had other plans. The clouds burst forth with an early fall rain, misting the air and bringing a chill with it. I dressed warmly in black and red track suit and a bright red hoodie secured loosely under my chin, and set off down the path behind my apartment. I ran parallel to the gray brick building for about a mile until I came to the turnoff to the woods.

My headphones blasted Mozart into my ears as I inhaled the scent of wet woods and fallen leaves. The ground was slick and I had to place my feet carefully to stay on the path. The rhythm of my plodding feet drove all thoughts out of my mind; all thoughts that is, but the ones of you. I replayed that night over and over again in my head: my fear, your strength; my pain, your pleasure; your dominance, my submission. What a night.

I can feel my body responding to these thoughts as my nipples harden and my panties become wet. I wish I could stop thinking about your hands on my body, your lips on mine, your eyes boring into mine....

I am abruptly yanked from my reverie by a hand clamped roughly over my mouth as I am pulled from the path and deeper into the woods. I am pushed up against the damp bark of a tree, both wrists clutched in one very strong, very large hand; the other hand still covering my mouth. 

Forcing myself to not pass out from fear, I focus upon my captor. I see a man wearing a black hoodie and dark sun glasses. I know you instantly but I insanely think that you look like the Unibomber. A hysterical giggle escapes my lips with that thought and you smile a very sexy smile. Still smiling, you lean in close to my ear and whisper, "Hey there Little Red Riding Hood."

I focus on your smile and try to remember every bit of it; your full lips and white teeth; the way one side of your mouth crooks up a bit higher than the other...and your dimple; you have a dimple like I do...and on the same side of your face. But trying to catch that smile, trying to remember it perfectly is like trying to catch the Cheshire cat. I always get there the moment after it disappears.

My heart thrums in my chest as you loosen the tie to my hoodie and pull it back from my face. My copper hair spills out over my shoulders and your hand entwines itself within its depths. Your hand caresses the silken strands for a moment before you pull my head back in an iron grip.

Your lips descend upon mine and capture them for a kiss. I sigh in response as my lips part in acquiescence to yours and your tongue probes the depths of my mouth. I surrender to that kiss completely. My hope and fear is that you will take me here, right now against this tree in the chilly woods. Your nimble fingers pull on the zipper of my hoodie, exposing my track tank to the cool fall air. Your fingers are hot as they trail over my neck and slowly down my chest. I shiver, but it's not from the cold.

Your hand slowly moves over my breast and down, down, down. You stroke my thighs as they quiver with desire. Your warm hand cups me and the heat radiates through my very being. I can't hold back as I moan into your lips...still covering mine. Your hands are so hot even through my clothes and I ache with the desire to have you touch me more intimately. Anything; I'll do anything to have you touch me, to have you, in any way at all.

You, of course, sense this thought. You are always in my head, knowing my thoughts before I even think them. You place slight but firm pressure on my shoulders, pushing my down to my knees. I go willingly although I don't know why. I shouldn't want you. I don't know why I want you, why I want to please you. But I do. I'm so obsessed with finding out who you are and what you have in store for me next that I can't resist. I sink to my knees willingly; with no other thought than to give you pleasure. Both your hands are still entwined in my hair now and unbelievingly you are shaking in anticipation.

I feel just a little bit of my power and I slowly, deliberately unbutton your jeans and equally as slowly pull your zipper down. All the while I am looking at you, directly into your eyes (I think). You look back steadily at me as your fully hard erection springs out unencumbered. I am rendered breathless by the sight of you and my tongue lashes out to circle the tip of your penis. I lap up the wonderful drop of precum that shines on the tip. Oh, I've missed the taste of you.

I take you further into my mouth loving the feel of you filling me; loving the feel of your hardness sliding back into my throat and the pleasure of swallowing around you. You groan and push your cock further down my throat. I accept you easily, loving the way you feel, the way you taste. It doesn't take long before you are coming and I am eagerly swallowing every drop that you have to offer.

After a moment, you pull me up to my feet and let go of me while you do up your pants. I could leave. I could run away. Away from whatever else you have in store for me. But I don't. I stay. I stand there. I stand there and await your next command.

The wait is short as you pull my arms together in front of me and I hear the familiar click of handcuffs. You pull my sleeves down over the silver ringlets and whisper "Lace your hands together." 

I do as you ask and I don't even think to question you. You pull the hoodie back up over my head and tie it loosely under my chin. You are looking at me while you do this, smiling your crooked smile. You whisper, "We're gonna have some fun tonight." Fear and delight wrestle with the butterflies in my stomach.

You guide me through the woods, helping me over fallen branches and wayward roots in our path. I almost fall twice, but your strong hands keep me on my feet. As we reach the edge of the woods, you turn to me again and push me against another tree. Your kiss is so welcome it helps to allay my fears. You press up against me and I can feel your hardness once again. You sigh audibly and say in a half whisper, "The woods are lovely dark and deep, but we have promises to keep and miles to go before we sleep."

Poetry? 

Are you kidding me...and one of my favorite poets at that? I'm so stunned I can only croak out, "Who ARE you?" 

You give me that smile again and whisper, "I like Robert Frost too."

Before you lead me out of the woods you hold up a pair of sunglasses briefly before you put them on me. They don't just darken my vision, but completely wrap around and block it out. I am blind as you guide me out of the woods. I can smell the change in the air; the open air as opposed to the dank woods. You take me to a vehicle and put me in the front passenger seat.

We drive for so long, I doze off. When I wake up, I have no idea how much time has passed or where we would could possibly be. You put the car in park and come around to the passenger side. The door opens and I feel your steadying hand on my arm. Our feet crunch through the dry leaves as you lead me along. I hear the jangle of keys and a door opening.

You lead me in to a cold room and sit me down on a couch. "Stay there and I'll light the fire." You say softly. I don't move simply because you told me not to move. I can't understand my need to follow your every command. I mean, really! My hands are cuffed in front of me and all I have on to block my vision is a simple pair of sunglasses. I could look at you at any time if I wanted. But, I don't want to see you until you let me. I feel like I have to obey. I feel like I want to obey.

I smell the fire before I feel it, but I'm close to it and my feet start to thaw out quickly. I hear you go to the other side of the room; then the sound of water running and another scent; lavender. Did you know that it's my favorite or is that just a coincidence? I'm starting to think that with you there are no coincidences.

I feel the couch sink down as you sit beside me. You don't say anything, you don't touch me. It's unnerving. After several minutes of this I'm unable to take it any longer and say sharply, "What are you doing?"

"Just looking." You reply easily in that now irritating whisper. I feel you stand up and you pull me up by my hands and lead me to the other side of the room. The rushing of water is louder and the scent of lavender is much stronger here. I realize with a start that you've run a bath.

"Don't move." You command and the rushing water suddenly ceases. "Time for a nice hot bath, we've got to get you ready for our company." Again with the whisper.

Company? Fear courses through me, lighting my body on fire. I'm terrified and excited at once; and wet, of course I'm wet. I had no idea I was so screwed up.

With a swift motion you remove the cuffs and toss them aside then proceed to untie and unzip the hoodie again, slipping it off my shoulders in one swift motion. "Arms up." you order and I obey putting my hands in the air like a five year old that needs help undressing. You slip the track tank over my head carefully avoiding the sunglasses. You remove one shoe, then the other as I steady myself with a hand on your shoulder. The track pants and underwear follow and I am standing naked and vulnerable in front of you.

You're in no hurry to get to your feet as you stroke the back of one finger over my pussy lips. You tongue replaces your finger and I now have to use both hands to steady myself on your shoulders. Placing one thumb on each of my now swollen lips you gently part them and your tongue finds my clit. Your slow soft strokes are making me crazy and I widen my stance to give you better access. I want your fingers inside me; I want your tongue inside me. A low moan escapes me.

You stop and quickly stand up and kiss me; hard. You pull away and your hands are in my hair again and I realize you are twisting my hair up off my neck. I feel it being secured to my head by a large clip and you say gruffly, "Ok, into the bath." You guide me to the edge of the tub and help me in. The water is so warm and welcoming that I sink down into it with a sigh of pleasure.

I hear you moving around for a moment before you pull me up to a sitting position and slide into the bath behind me. "Don't turn around and these can stay off." You say into my ear as you slip the sunglasses off my face. Although the light is dim, I have to blink several times to clear my vision. A candle is lit somewhere behind you and I am struck by how romantic all of this is, or rather could be romantic if I just knew what kind of night you had planned for me. The mere thought of my helplessness and my body begins to respond again.

I think I need professional help.

I smell the lavender soap as you lather it up in your hands. A moment later I feel your warm hands on my cool skin. My nipples are as hard as pebbles as your palms slide over them. Your hands slide further down caressing my skin and awakening every nerve ending in my body. I nestle myself snugly between your legs, relishing the feel of your hardness against my back.

Your hands slip to my inner thighs and spread them apart a wide as they can go within the confines of the tub. Every sense is alive as you stroke my thighs and further up. One finger from each hand strokes my lips, so soft and freshly waxed. I feel and hear your moan in my ear, your pleasure evident against the small of my back. One finger begins to massage my clit while the other searches for entrance into the very heart of me.

I answer your moan as your finger slowly, maddeningly pierces my folds and you curl it slightly, finding my g-spot with pinpoint accuracy. You gently rub both my clit and that magic spot until I am overtaken by the orgasm that has been waiting to be released by your skilled hands. 

The sensuality of this moment is breathtaking.....and very short-lived.

You blow out the candle and push me forward as you stand up and exit the tub; the water and the air colder with your absence. After a moment, you order me to stand up as well and you wrap a large towel around me. The firelight cast almost no light, but you are careful to stay behind me. 

You propel me toward the bed roughly and I'm confused by your change in attitude. Standing behind me, you pull something out of the night stand drawer and hold it in front of me for a moment.

"Remember this?" you ask softly.

It's the ever-present sleep mask. In a flash it's over my head and covering my eyes once again. I hear the creak of the bed as you sit down and my towel is whisked away. The air is only slightly warmer than earlier and my skin immediately forms goose pimples and my nipples are hard as rocks. You remove the clip from my hair and enjoy the luxurious curls for a moment.

For the second time today, you push me down by my shoulders until I am kneeling in front of you. You slap me in the face with your cock before guiding it into my mouth. You push it so far back into my mouth that I am gagging and tears begin to roll down my face. I'm starting to get desperate because I can't breathe.

"I let you off easy last time." You whisper gruffly. "You were supposed to still be a virgin. Why weren't you a virgin? What happened in those two short months when I didn't see you?" The volume of your voice is ratcheting up. You sound angry now.

My air is running out and the fear I feel is real. I'm not sure if you're angry enough to kill me or not. All I know at this point is...I can't breathe.

I'm pushing on your thighs, trying to break the grip you have on my head. My vision is starting to go black and I'm only a moment away from passing out...only a moment away from death?

You release me and I push away from you gasping for breath. I inhale deeply of life-giving air as I move as far away from you as I possibly can. I'm at a disadvantage being blind. Still I don't think of removing the sleep mask. I just cower in the corner while what you said reverberates in my brain. 

"Two short months." That's what you said. You knew I was a virgin, but when you came to rape me you found out that I was no longer a virgin. I'm starting to suspect that I do know who you are. However, I can't process it, because the idea is just too ludicrous. 

You slap my face; hard. I am stunned by your action; stunned by your anger and the pain throbbing through my cheek. You are yelling again, "Who'd you fuck you whore? Huh? Who'd you fuck?" I can feel the heat from your breath on my face and I am terrified. I thought I knew fear before, but this....this is real terror. I'm afraid you may kill me in your anger. You slap my other cheek. Harder.

I am still reeling from your violence. I'm incapable of answering you.

"ANSWER ME!" You roar.

"I can't tell you. I'm sorry." I say as subserviently as possible in an attempt to assuage your anger. Although why I'm apologizing to you, I can't fathom. I'm shaking in fear and I can't stop the tears. My already confused feelings for you are further entangled.

"Remember this tonight: you deserve everything you're getting." You growl at me.

My fear is amplified as a solid knock sounds on the door. You don't move and are silent for a long moment and I can feel your eyes on me. I feel like you're thinking things over. I hear you take a deep breath.

The knock sounds again, louder this time.

Finally, you move toward the door and I hear it open. "Hey man, what's up? Whatcha got for me?"

I didn't think my heart could pound so hard.

"She's over there." You say casually like you don't even care. But then you yell, "Stand up bitch!"

I stand up slowly; mask still on my face. "Oooh, she's nice! Tiny little thing, bet she's tight." 

"Yeah, she's tight alright. Enjoy." You say.

"You're not gonna hit this?" He asks.

"Maybe, in a while she can finish the BJ she started before you got here." You reply easily. "I've got cuffs if you want them."

"Nah man, I can see how you kept her in line." He reaches out and touches my still throbbing cheek. "You don't mind if I do the same if she needs it do you?"

"Whatever." You reply nonchalantly.

I can't believe that I'm standing naked in a cold room being talked about as though I'm nothing; as though I'm less than human; as though I'm just a hole to be filled.

Oh, and my pussy is dripping and all I can think about is getting fucked. The pain in my cheeks is subsiding as the blood rushes to other parts of my body. I stand there mute and wait my next command.

I DO need professional help.

I hear a zipper, the rustle of clothing, and the thunk of shoes hitting the floor. After more sounds of clothing rustling a rough hands grab me and pulls me forward. I am again forced to my knees.

"You good man? Can I take the mask off? She'll never see me again." He says to you, again like he talking about furniture instead of a living breathing person.

"Look over here and tell me how much you can see." I hear you answer. Again you're using your gruff voice. 

"Nothing but what you want her to see." He replies as slips the mask over my head and guides my mouth to his waiting cock. I don't look up at him before he forces his cock into my mouth. 

I am overwhelmed by his scent. Although it's not altogether unpleasant, but it's not yours. He is longer and thicker than you are and I find it difficult to adjust to his size. He's not waiting for my comfort either and he shoves his cock further into my mouth and into my throat.

"Swallow." He croaks. I comply and am rewarded by a moan. "Oh yeah, suck my dick, bitch. And look at me! I want to see those pretty blue eyes." 

I look up at him wondering how he knew my eyes were blue. I try to remember every detail of him. His skin is cocoa brown and his eyes are pale green, and hard. There is nothing soft about this man, especially not the cock that is roughly being plunged in and out of my mouth. He entwines both hands into my hair and sets the pace by forcing my head forward and back.

"C'mon bitch, I don't want to fuck your face! Suck my dick!"

I'm trying, but the pace that he sets is too erratic for me to fall into a rhythm. Again, he holds my head in place while his dick is down my throat. I'm trying to please him, I'm trying to swallow, but the air is running out.

Finally, he releases me to get a breath of air. He then pumps his cock into my mouth a few more time before he pulls me to my feet and bends me over the bed. Without any warning he spreads my legs apart with his knee and plunges into my pussy. Thankfully, I'm wet already and the pain is minimal. He thrusts roughly and is anything but gentle.

"Oh man, she IS tight. Oh man, what a pussy!" He's says excitedly as he begins to finger my ass. "How's her ass man? Gotta be so tight, she'll squeeze your dick off!"

"Try it out and see for yourself." You answer. I am horrified. Last month was the first time anyone had ever fucked me in the ass. You were gentle then. I don't think he's planning on being gentle.

"You got anything to lube her up?" 

What am I; a car?

"Yeah, in the drawer." You answer calmly.

He doesn't stop fucking me while he looking for lube or while he's applying it to his fingers or while he's shoving his fingers into my ass. Even with the lube, it hurts. 

He pulls his fingers out and I can hear him squeezing more lube out of the tube. I assume he's going to apply it to his cock and realize I was right when I feel him pull out of my pussy and press his cock against my asshole. 

While you used pleasure to relax me and open me up, he uses pain. He grabs one arm and twists it behind my back. Pain shoots through my shoulder and at the same moment he pushes past the tight ring of my ass. He pulls harder and I cry out from the pain afraid he'll dislocate my shoulder. Without any warning at all, he slams his cock into my tight hole. I scream out loud from the pain. The tears come in earnest now. He doesn't care; he just keeps fucking my ass.




Just You and I Ch. 02



"Look at me." I hear you say and I swing my head to the left to see you. I don't see your face which is hidden in the shadows, I just your hand stroking your hard cock. "I love watching your punishment for not staying a virgin."

The pain is so intense, I am just praying for it to be over. There is no pleasure in this, just pain and humiliation. Still, I'm ashamed of my tears. I can't stop crying because I know that this time; I am really, truly being raped.

And you set it up. I feel betrayed by you, and I'm angry and hurt. You are not finished punishing me yet though.

"Put the mask back on her." You order him. I'm blind again as I hear you get up and move over to the bed. "Stop fucking her for a minute."

I am so grateful that he is no longer stretching my ass that I almost forgive you. 

"Come here my little whore." You pull me on top of you and position your cock at my pussy before you impale me onto you. "Oh yeah, tight little pussy. C'mere." You pull me forward so my ass is in the air while your cock rests in my pussy.

"Go ahead and fuck her ass again." You order and my heart begins to pound again. And he begins to pound again, my ass that is. The pain is unbelievable.

You just hold me close to you while he fucks my ass and you fuck my pussy. The tears begin again and I don't know if I'll survive the pain.

You whisper sweet nothings in my ear again. "Why are you crying? You deserve this, remember? You should have waited. This is the way whores are treated."

With both of you thrusting into me, my pussy and ass stretch beyond belief and I can find no pleasure in this. Tonight, I am just a hole (or two) for you and your friend to abuse.

I try to get away from your words in any way that I can. I turn my head toward your face. I'm hoping you'll kiss me and show me a little softness; instead you force my head to the side again so you can continue to verbally abuse me.

"You're not just any whore, but my whore. This man paid me good money to fuck you. I may rent you out to a group of men next time. I'll let them keep you for the night and do whatever they want to you." A shiver runs up my spine and I can't tell if I'm terrified by the idea or just excited.

"You like that idea don't you? Damn you're such a slut."

"I'm gonna cum soon," he says "where do you want me to do it?"

"Oh we're gonna cum on this bitch's face; I know she'll hate that." You laugh. "Get her off me."

He does and you roll out from under me and I can feel the bed shift.

"Close your eyes and keep them closed or I'll cum in them." You say meanly as you pull the sleep mask off again. "Open your mouth too."

I do as I'm told as you lay me down on my back with my eyes screwed shut and my mouth wide open.

I can hear you both grunting over me for a minute before the first spurt of cum hits my face. Most of it lands in my mouth and you order, "Swallow slut!" I do and I'm immediately assailed by more hot cum hitting my face and mouth. I keep swallowing as best as I can while you both empty your loads on me.

Finally you're done and I feel you both leave the bed. You lean down and say in my ear, "Don't move. Not an inch or I'll come back and fuck your ass myself."

Afraid you'll make good on your threat, I don't move a muscle. My eyes are still screwed shut tightly. I hear the rustle of clothes and zippers, then the crinkle of money. Shit, you really did rent me out.

"Thanks man." I hear him say. "If you're serious about renting her out for gangbangs, let me know. I could set something like that up so fast."

"Yeah, maybe." You answer as you walk him the door. I hear it shut behind him and you throw the bolt. I haven't moved and inch.

You walk past me and I hear running water again then creak of the bed as you sit down on the side of it.

"You ready to tell me who you fucked?" You ask calmly.

"I can't." I insist again.

"I'm surprised at you. You do everything I say, but you can't tell me who you fucked?" Your tone is gentle, almost sweet.

"I don't want you to hurt him."

"OK, I promise I won't hurt him."

I still hesitate. After what you've put me through tonight, how can I trust you?

"I won't hurt him," you begin slowly twisting one nipple, "but I will hurt you."

You grasp the other nipple and begin to twist it in the opposite direction. Hard.

"Please, don't make me." I gasp.

You release me and walk over to the bath to shut it off. I can smell the lavender again and can only dream of sinking into it.

You pull me up and abruptly bend me over the bed just like he did. "Want me to fuck you in your sore ass to make you talk?"

"Please, no" I beg.

You slide your cock into my pussy and begin slow rhythm of fucking me. Your hand slips around to massage my clit. I try not to moan in response, I don't want to feel pleasure from you. You have my head so fucked up.

You stop massaging me and pull my ass cheeks apart. Even this is painful.

"Tell me." You insist as you place your finger against my abused hole while still keeping that wonderful rhythm of fucking my pussy. 

Again, the pleasure and pain are intertwined. Again, I say, "I can't."

You start to slide your finger into my ass and the pain is so fierce, I scream, "Stop! I'll tell you!"

Keeping your finger where it is, but not moving forward any further and still pumping slowing in and out of my pussy, you wait patiently. "Go on." You say.

"My...my step-brother. Please don't do anything to him." I plead.

"Good girl." You say pulling your finger out of my ass. "Don't worry your pretty little head over your step-brother. I just needed to know. Later you can tell my why. Right now I'm just going to finish fucking you."

You step up the pace and start fucking my pussy harder. Your wonderful finger is back massaging my clit as I brace myself with both hands on the bed. The cum on my face is forgotten as you pound me to a new horizon of ecstasy.

Before I know it, I am coming. I love the feel of your cock inside me, the feel of my pussy grasping onto you. I know you are close to coming, but just at that moment you pull out and plunge your cock into my ass and the pain is so much worse than anything he did to me. My orgasm and the agony of your final thrusts swirl together and I know they will never be separate again. Pleasure and pain have become fused into one. You come into my ass as you slip your fingers from my clit and into my pussy.

"You'll never fuck anyone without my permission again. Do you understand?" You're leaning over me and speaking harshly into my ear.

"Yes. I understand. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." The tears begin again partly from the pain you've just caused me and partly from the shame I feel from unknowingly disobeying you. I am mentally, emotionally and physically at your mercy.

Satisfied, you pull out of me and lead me over and into the bath. My eyes are still shut as I feel you slide in behind me.

"You can open your eyes now." You purr into my ear. "You were very good tonight. Maybe I'll forgive you for not saving yourself for me." You twist one nipple gently, "maybe...."

You wash my face and shampoo my hair (my brand I realize as I catch the scent of it). I luxuriate in the feel of your hands massaging my scalp and the warm fall of water as your rinse my hair. I am exhausted as you lift me out of the tub and wrap me in a towel. I think vaguely that I should look at you while I have the chance, but sleep pulls me down into its silky depths.

The sunlight shines brightly through the window across from my bed. I am home again and wondering once again whether it was all a dream. I move and in that instant I am assured that it was all real.

I'm naked and my clothes are folded neatly on a chair by my bed. There is once again a full water bottle and I'm snug with the covers pulled up to my chin. Once again, my considerate rapist. This time I'm sure it was rape. Rape by rental? And...I think I've narrowed you down to some really specific people. But unfortunately not down to just one. How many people knew I was a virgin? I took the pledge in high school, but graduated over a year ago. I kept my pledge even though I turned 18 long before I graduated.

My ass is too sore and my body is too tired to contemplate it any more and I allow myself to fall back into a deep, deep sleep.

I dream of you, of course.



Just You and I Ch. 03



It's been 6 months since I saw you last and I can't decide if I dread your next visit or long for it. I've recovered physically from the abuse you inflicted on me, but mentally I'm still a mess. I'm still trying to figure out who you are, how you know me and how you knew I was a virgin (at least until shortly before your first visit) and why you put me through every horrible thing you put me through. 

I feel let down and relieved each time the full moon passes without a visit from you. As much as I fear your next visit, I long for it too. I miss your touch, your taste, your strength. I fill my days with work and my nights with continuous masturbation. So much masturbation that I've even invested in a vibrating dildo that's the approximate size of you; and while it can't come close to replacing you; it gives my poor wrist a break. I swear I was getting carpel tunnel syndrome!

With the approach of each full moon, I begin preparing for your visit now. Why? I can't even understand it myself. You raped me. You set me up to be raped by someone else. But I long for you, and because I do, I've made a standing appointment at the local spa for three days before the moon's full. I get a mani-pedi, facial, full body and hot-stone massage (that's for the nerves), and of course, I'm waxed within an inch of my life! I do it all, underarms, legs, and I make sure there is special attention paid to my bikini area....I'm being polite. To put it plainly I have my pussy waxed bare, not a hair remains anywhere. I'm so smooth that I can't keep my fingers off my pussy....or ass. Yes, you've made me love my ass and all the pleasures it can provide. I know that, in part, I do this for you because I know you'll like it. I've always liked a clean smooth pussy, but now I love a clean smooth ass too. That's all for you. Why? I don't have a clue.

When you fail to show, as you have month after tortuous month, my disappointment becomes more and more acute. I occasionally wonder if you have another woman (or women) that you visit in the same way you visited me. I'm always surprised by the pang of jealousy that follows that thought.

For the first time in six long months, I don't wait up for you. I'm hopeful and terrified that you'll show, but I can't face my disappointment that crashes over me as the sun dispels the night again. I can't face the emptiness of another full moon passing without feeling your touch. I can't face the heartache that mingles with my relief.

I sleep lightly now, however, I almost never have the dream again. When exhaustion claims me, then and only then to I dream of you. That long-forgotten dream of you taking me; possessing me. That dream that frightened me, but excited me at the same time. Because of this, I awaken immediately when I hear the creak of the floorboard that announces your presence in my bedroom. My heart automatically begins to pound with a mixture of lust and abject terror. I'm not sure I want to know what you have in store for me this time. I cannot deny, however, the moisture gathering in my thin cotton panties.

You stand in the moonlight, shrouded by it and framed in it. It is once again impossible to see your face. Your perfect physique is exquisitely outlined in the luminous light of La Luna, sending a shiver of desire up my spine. My nipples react by hardening to pebbles in anticipation of your touch. My aura exudes fear as I think of the times we have spent together. How sweet and soft you can be, and how cold and rough you can be too. I don't know which excites me more.

You stand still as a statue and look down at me like a luminous god. I can only stare wide-eyed back at you. Just as I'm sure I can't take the silence another moment you say to me in a low gravelly voice that sends a bolt of pleasure through me, "You owe me a story."

Anger flashes through me for a split second before I can tamp it down and I carelessly give voice to it. "Owe you? I owe you?!" I reply in a flush of rage. "My story is personal and none of your damn business!"

Your laughter fills the room and my anger quickly morphs into fear as you say, "There is nothing in your life that is personal now." I can hear your voice drop and octave and the fear multiplies with a vengeance. All I can sense now is your anger.

Gathering the little courage I have left, I try one more time to keep the story of my first time to myself. I don't want to tell you. I don't want to tell anyone, it really is personal and, well, lovely. I don't want to spoil it by sharing it. Finally I say, "I don't even know who you are, you come into my house, you rape me, you SELL me, SELL ME! Now you want me to share with you something that was so personal and so sweet....with you! Who are you? How long have you been watching me? Why are you doing this to me?

I am practically screaming at you by the time I voice the last questions. My hands are shaking now and tears of anger and frustration are forming in my eyes. I take a deep breath and try to get some kind of emotional control over myself.

Again, I am greeted by silence. You turn your back to me and walk to the window. You quietly pull the cord on the blinds and plunge the room into total darkness. My heart leaps into my throat. How will I pay for this outburst? What will you do to me now?

I can barely see you as my eyes slowly adjust to the gloom. I hear you moving toward me and I feel the heat of your body before I see you stop in front of me. I brace myself for a slap, or for some kind of pain, but it doesn't come. I realize I've been holding my breath and I slowly let it out. I feel the bed depress as you sit down on the edge and lean toward me.

I hold onto my courage and best as I can and force myself to stay put and resist the urge to scramble away from you. You take my chin in your hand and I can feel your breath on my face as you say, "I will decide when you find out who I am, and who you fuck...and where and when." Your voice is so low, it's deadly.

You continue, "Last time was rough, I know, but I needed you to understand how severely I will punish you if you stray again." There is a very long pause during which I remain silent, too afraid to speak. "Do. You. Understand?" you say slowly, forcefully.

I nod, and then realize you can't see me either. I'm so used to being the only one who is blind. Finally, I reply, "Yes." My answer is soft and all I can really hear is my blood pounding in my ears.

"I will not hesitate to punish you again. I'll sell you for a gang-bang if you force me to; don't forget that." You continue and I have no doubt that what you say is true. For as much pleasure you give me, I know you can supply the same amount of pain. I'm not stupid so I answer, "I won't make you punish me again." I say this meekly although I realize that I felt a twinge of excitement at the mere thought of it.

"Good girl." You whisper as you lean down and kiss me. I can't help but to sink completely into that kiss and I realize that I had been waiting for it since I awoke and found you in my room. I'm completely swept up in it and a pulse of electricity sizzles directly from my lips to the very center of my being. My body is responding to you before I can even process it in my mind. I realize I am now pulling myself closer to you needing to be one with you again. I lose myself in that kiss once again wishing it could go on forever.

The spell is broken abruptly when you pull back and turn away from me. I hear first one, then the other shoe drop, then feel the bed rise as you stand up. The zipper on your jacket hisses as it goes down and I recall vividly what I would see underneath if there had been just a bit more light in the room.

I listen to the rustle of your clothing as you strip and I wonder if you're wearing underwear and, if so, what kind. You pull me from these incongruent thoughts by lifting me from the warmth of the bed and settling onto the edge while pushing me to my knees in front of you. You are either feeling guilty from our last meeting or just more generous tonight because you toss a pillow to the floor for me to kneel on.

I can feel your anticipation and in a tiny show of my meager power, I take my time adjusting the pillow and my knees onto it. It takes me a long time to get into position for what I know you want. Are you enjoying the delay in some way? The heat emanating from you increases and I can feel it on my face as I move closer.

I slowly reach out with my hand and stroke your length with the back of my fingers. I can feel you harden under my delicate touch. I scratch my fingers across your balls and you spread your legs, giving me more access. Who has the power now, I wonder. 

This truly is the only time I feel any kind of power when I'm with you. In my small, futile way, I'm going to make you pay for what you have done to me. I run my finger slowly up your cock causing it to twitch. I steady you with my other hand as my finger reaches the head in search of a drop of your wonderful precum. I swipe my finger lightly over your slit, scooping up that precious drop; making you groan softly. I slide my finger into my mouth, savoring the sweet, salty flavor that is the essence of you.

Clinging to my small shred of power, I softly kiss your inner thighs, working my way at a tortuous pace to your balls. I take first one, then the other into my mouth, sucking and each gently and tickling you with my tongue. I am rewarded with a sigh and another groan. I hold your cock out of the way and I indulge myself in pleasuring your balls with loving abandon. All the while, I am slowly rubbing my thumb across the head of your cock. I want another sigh. I want another moan.

I keep doing this until I get the reward I am hoping for. You croak out one word and I hear the desperation in your voice. That word? The word that causes my body to contract in pleasure and gives me back just a little control. I know it's difficult for you to say and I love hearing you say it. Your voice is so hoarse and desperate as you say....."Please."

I smile and say clearly back to you, "As you wish."

I run my tongue slowly from the base of your shaft to the tip for another delicious taste of you. I swirl my tongue over the top and under the rim of your perfectly shaped mushroom. Your breathing becomes more erratic now and you are lightly stroking my hair. I suck just the tip into my mouth and tighten my lips around the rim eliciting a sharp breath from you.

Using the combined wetness of my mouth and your delicious precum, I slowly...so, so, slowly slide my lips down your shaft and welcome you into first my mouth and then all the way back until you rest in my throat. I quickly swallow around you and relish not only the taste of you, but the loud and lustful moan that escapes your lips.

I can't hold back any longer and I stroke you steadily with both my mouth and my hand. I massage your balls with my other hand as I drink in the sounds of your pleasure and wait in greedy anticipation to literally drink you in. I don't have long to wait before I feel your balls tighten in my grip and taste that first wondrous spurt of cum on my tongue. I suck harder, now stroking you with my mouth, longing for every drop you have to give me. When I have milked you dry, you sigh again and pull me up to stand in front of you.

Your strong hands guide me so that I'm on your lap, straddling you. Your kiss is sweet and hot and deep. I feel as though I'm part of you, almost one with you, fused at the hips and I want nothing more than to feel you move inside me again to be one with you physically and emotionally. How I can possible feel like this or want this is beyond my comprehension.

Maybe you feel the same way because you abruptly lift me up and off your lap setting me down on the bed. You stand up then pull me up to stand in front of you. I feel the weight of your stare as you slowly pull my nightgown over my head and toss it carelessly aside.

You sit back down on the bed and scoot up to the headboard, fluffing some pillows behind you. Pulling me up onto the bed you situate me onto your lap, facing you. I'm so close to you, but it's so dark in the room that I'm infuriated that I can't see your face. 

Leaning close to me you whisper, "Wrap those lovely legs around me." I do and you shift us both until our crotches are snug against each other with only my thin cotton panties separating us. You are already semi-hard again and the heat is almost unbearable. I swear I can feel steam rising from the wetness that is soaking through my underwear.

Your hands stroke my back and the top of my ass before moving up to entwine themselves in my hair. I lean into you for a long, deep kiss that is so hot I can feel travel through my body and emanate outward. A thrill shoots through me as you ask me quietly, "Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

"Yes, please." I answer, remembering who is really in charge here. I grind myself against you and I'm thrilled to feel you harden even further. "Good." You say, "Now, tell me a story." I swear I can feel you smile because you know you've got me. You've fooled me again with your gentleness. I can't believe that I forgotten yet again, that it's all about you. I hate you in that instant; you make me feel so naive.

I'm so angry at myself for letting you dupe me again. In the back of my mind is an element of fear because of what happened the last time I saw you. As usual, you read my thoughts and say, "Don't worry, it's just me tonight, but you get to choose how the rest of the evening goes. We can have a night of very hot sex together, or I can have a night of hot sex and you can just be the body that I use." Your voice is soft and low and sexy and it completely belies your words.

I can't process quickly enough the emotions that are rocketing through my brain. I settle on anger once again. It's an easy and simple emotion and one that I can focus on immediately. My anger is turned inward though. I'm again mad at myself. Well, mad at my body for responding to yours so strongly. Half of me hates you and half of me can't imagine not doing what you ask.

You slide sideways kisses across my chest in the journey to my nipple sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. Your lips clamp over the sensitive bud and you make good use of your teeth and tongue while your hand teases me with gentle pinching and pulling of my other now rock hard peak.

I can't help myself as I start rocking against you relishing the feel of your now granite hard cock and I moan loudly, "Please, you have to fuck me now!" But you, you son-of-a-bitch, you were waiting for me to get to this point. You brought me to this state of desire on purpose.

"Tell me a story." You insist again softly, yes oh so softly as though there is no way I can refuse your request. "Tell me what I want to hear and I'll give you what you want to feel." Your lips continue to make love to my nipples, first one then the other as you stroke a finger lightly over my clit. My panties are so wet; they are molded to my curves. You have no trouble bringing me to the edge of ecstasy; the feel of your finger through my panties is exquisite.

I can't help myself, I start rocking against you again. I'm close, so close to that miraculous release that at this point I would settle for just an orgasm, any orgasm. You put your hands on my legs to stop my motion and lean toward me to whisper directly in my ear. Any gentleness that had been there is gone. "Tell me the story now or I'm going to flip you over and satisfy myself in your ass, then leave; you decide."

I understand the real choice you're offering me is pleasure or pain. I'm resigned now to telling you the story. I would do just about anything to not wake up with a sore ass again. "Okay," I sigh, "You win, I'll tell you."

"Give me your word. I know you'll keep it, you always keep your word." How do you know that about me? My word truly is sacred. You're smiling again, I can feel it.

I'm defeated, so I say, "Fine. I give you my word." Now I'm angry again and it's evident in my voice.

"Calm down little girl," you chuckle, "now tonight's all about pleasure." Great, now you're laughing at me.

I don't have time to think about that because your lips have met mine again for a long, hot kiss. Your hands are tangled in my hair again and your tongue unabashedly explores my mouth. One hand travels slowly down my back softly caressing my skin and pulling me closer to you, pressing my breasts against your chest. The hardness of you reminds me how strong you are and how futile it would be to fight you. This thought is quickly replaced by the knowledge that I have surrendered to you again. The only difference this time is the anticipation of pleasure instead of the fear of pain.

You pull my head back by my hair and kiss my throat and neck as your other hand slides over my pussy. You stroke the outside of my panties whispering, "Your pussy is so wet." before slipping a finger under the elastic and slide two fingers over my outer lips. Your fingers come up and you press one to my lips and I immediately take it into my mouth and enjoy the sticky sweet taste of myself. Your nose bumps into mine and I realize that you have taken your other finger into your own mouth.

With a low growl you say, "I need a better taste." In a heartbeat you yank me off your lap and toss me backward onto the bed. My heart beats again and you are kneeling between my legs literally ripping my panties off of me. Cotton tears as though its paper and they are still dangling from one leg as you hungrily dive into my pussy. You unceremoniously plunge your tongue into my slit and greedily lap up my overflowing juices.

"So sweet." You mumble. "So fucking sweet." 

Your tongue is replaced by two fingers sliding into me, finally giving me something to clamp onto. Your tongue wanders up to my clit and you expertly flick it over my ultra-sensitive bud before sucking gently on it. The speed of your fingers increases as you go from sucking back to alternating between sharply flicking your tongue across my clit to softly licking it with your talented tongue.

I'm on the brink of orgasm and you deftly bring me over the edge. LOUDLY over the edge. I grind my pussy into your face in sheer unadulterated pleasure as I soak your mouth and chin in my come as waves of pleasure roll over me again and again until I gasp, "Please, I can't take it anymore!" You pull yourself up over me and kiss me hard. I decide I like the way I taste mixed with the flavor of you. 

"I'm going to fuck you hard little girl, but no more screaming you'll wake the neighbors." You half-whisper, half-laugh at this and continue, "I'm sure I can find something around her to gag you with. You pull my ruined panties off my leg and whisper in my ear, "How about some cum-soaked panties?"

"Ok, whatever; I don't care. Gag me, don't gag me. Damn it just fuck me. Now. I need you inside me now." I pant.

"Say please." You tease as you rub the tip of your cock along my aching pussy.

"Please, please, please.....PLEASE!!!!! FUCK. ME. NOW!!!" I beg completely unashamed.

"Your wish, sweetie; my command." You reply as you grant my wish in one swift thrust, making me cry out in pleasure. It feels so good to have you inside me again; stretching me, filling me. My pussy contracts around you tightening almost painfully. I wrap my legs around you, encouraging you to sink deeper into the depths of my body. It's still not enough though. I want more, I want all of you.

"Do it like before," I whisper urgently "bend me in half!"

Before I can have another thought, you are hooking my legs over your arms. My legs are spread wide as you thrust even deeper into me. You cock is so deep inside me it's entering my cervix, not just bumping against it, entering it. The pleasure is immeasurable. 

My knees are resting beside my ears as you plunge in and out of my pussy like a man possessed, the friction of your pelvis rubbing against my clit with each thrust. My orgasm builds thrust after thrust and just before rational thought goes out the window, I realize that tonight really is all about me and my pleasure. You are doing all the work and I am just a grateful recipient of your expertise.




Just You and I Ch. 03



"Oh yeah, fuck me." I breathe out over and over again. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeeessss!!" I'm riding the crest of the wave for one glorious moment before it crashes to the surf in incredible release. My pussy clenches your cock in continuous convulsions as you smother my cries with a kiss. I feel the heat of your own climax splash into me in a torrent of hot semen making me come yet again. You kiss me harder still coming into me and moaning into my mouth.

Your kiss turns softer and gentler as our mutual pleasure subsides. You move slowly and carefully off of me, releasing my legs one by one. You pull back the covers and we slide under as you wrap your arm around me and invite me to lay my head on your chest. I lay there enjoying the afterglow of our coupling and listening to the pounding of your heart slow to a soft steady beat. You are stroking my hair with one hand and holding my hand with the other. 

Anyone seeing us at this moment would think we were actually lovers. Honestly, I don't know or care how you feel about me right now. I am spent and I am content.



The sun is shining in my eyes as I awaken. After a moment I realize that the blinds are open again. The inevitable bottle of water sits on the nightstand and I am nestled snugly in my bed. This time, the soreness I feel is pleasurable. I smile and roll over intent on going back to sleep. I choose not to think about the more troubling aspects of the night. Silly things like the fact that I still have no idea who you are, or that you are a man who has raped me, hit me, and sold (rented?) me. And now, because I foolishly gave you my word, I have to tell you about the first time I ever made love. And I do love him. I'm afraid you'll hurt him and that would kill me.

I decide to deal with those troubling thoughts later. Right now, I'm going to escape back to the wonderful dream I was having. You know; the one about you.



Just You and I Ch. 04



Because the moon was riding so high and bright in the sky, it didn't really register that the light I had parked under at the corner Stop-n-Shop was out. Besides, I was too busy thinking about a gardenia scented bath and a nice glass of merlot. I'd earned it after a double shift of dealing with semi and completely drunk assholes hitting on me and making lewd comments about whatever body part of mine took their fancy. I don't know what I was thinking, but bartending wasn't the easy gig I had hoped it would be.

With a sigh, I yanked the trunk open and unloaded the groceries into it. I was just coming around to open the driver side door when a black van wheeled up beside me. I had no chance to react or scream before a very large, very strong hand was clamped tightly over my mouth and I was dragged inside.

Instinct kicked in and my teeth clamped down on the hand covering my mouth and my feet kicked out desperately. I elbowed back as hard a I could and heard a satisfying grunt as I connected with ribs. A few seconds later I felt a pinch on my arm and a familiar voice saying, "You're taking all the fun out of this little girl." My head swam and the words were distorted but I knew that voice. It was then that I remembered the full moon and, oddly, the groceries in my the trunk of my car. Then, nothing.

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I awoke slowly from a gardenia scented dream. The unfamiliar room was dimly lit by candles and had a warm, dreamlike quality to it. I vaguely remembered the pinch to my arm before everything went black. It was when I tried to examine my arm that I realized I was handcuffed to a bed and there was someone sitting in a chair at the end of it.

"Sleeping beauty awakens." You say in a soft voice.

"You drugged me." I accuse as I desperately try to penetrate the darkness surrounding your face.

"Yeah, well I think you almost cracked a rib. You can get feisty when you set your mind to it." The low chuckle that follows this statement really pisses me off.

My heart speeds up at this comment and I'm half terrified half excited by this thought. Excited that I hurt you and got just a little payback, but terrified of what you'll do to me because of it. You rise slowly leaving the candlelight behind you and your face in the shadows. I can almost see you; almost.

You pick up something from the nightstand beside the bed and wave it in front of my face. The ever present sleep mask. You ignore my sigh as you slip it on and say, "I assume you were looking forward to a nice hot bath and a glass of merlot?"

Funny how I'm still able to be shocked by you. "Yes, how did you know that?" I answer, annoyed and a little frightened.

"I know everything about you. Don't you realize that by now? You can't hide anything from me." I feel the bed sink down as you sit beside me. You take my chin lightly in your hand and slide your thumb over my lower lip. The fire that's been banked to embers since I saw you last begins to heat up. "I know where you go, what you do and who you see every minute of every day. There is nothing I don't know."

With this disconcerting statement you lean down and kiss me lightly on the lips. Your tongue darts out to swipe the crease of my lips and they part like the red sea. My tongue meets yours as I allow myself to melt into that kiss, that connection. The embers begin to flame up.

You stroke my cheek as you end the kiss and whisper, "How 'bout that bath? You smell like the bar." 

The bar, not a bar. Of course he knows where I work.

"And by the way, you could be a little faster with the beer next time." Again with the chuckle. So annoying.

Even more annoying is realizing that I probably looked right at you tonight and had no idea. I frantically searched my memory of the faces I saw tonight. Dark hair? Yes, a ton of guys with dark hair. Broad shoulders, nice physique? Yep, lots of them too. It was a popular pick-up place after all. Lots of tall guys too and hearing them talk, well it's too loud to really get a feel for a specific voice. Besides, you always do that stupid half whisper thing which I usually find sexy. But right now? Yeah, right now it's irritating.

I'd really rather ponder all this in the bathtub, so I say, "Yeah, I wouldn't want to offend you with my bar smell. A bath would be great.....and wine, wine would be a nice change."

"Change? You have wine almost every night."

"Gee, I wonder why I'm turning into an alcoholic. Maybe it's the stress from being repeatedly kidnapped, handcuffed and raped." I fume.

"You can call it what you want sweetheart, but you still love it." I can freaking FEEL you smile. I hate to admit, even to myself, that yes I love it and hate it. You have me so fucked up inside, half the time I don't know which way is up. "I meant for this. For us. A nice change." I don't know what I had hoped to accomplish with this, but you apparently don't like it at all. 

I feel your breath on my face as you say, "This isn't a date sweetheart, this is you paying your debt. You owe me a fucking story and tonight I'm going to get it." You practically snarl at me. "So stop pissing me off."

I cringe and pull as far away from you as possible. "I'm sorry." I whisper hoarsely. "Please don't hurt me."

Again stroking my cheek as you softly whisper in my ear, "Then don't make me," before kissing me softly. I then hear the jingle of keys a moment before my hands are freed. You haul me up none too gently and lead me across the room by my elbow. A door opens and the smell of gardenia goes from faint to overpowering. The room is warm and steamy and my body aches to sink into that bathtub. I can't help but sigh contentedly as you help me into it.

I hear the door close before you call through it, "You can take the mask off until I tell you to put it back on. Understand?"

"K." I answer as I gratefully remove it. As my eyes adjust, I look around. The room is lit by candles and I'm sitting in an old fashioned claw foot tub. It's huge and the bottom is lined with some kind of cushion. My eyes focus on a bath tray spanning the width of the tub and zero in on a nice, full glass of crimson liquid. I take a long, luscious pull on that before leaning back to rest my head on the edge of the tub. I'm pleasantly surprised by a bath pillow similar to the cushion beneath me. 

I sigh contentedly again before allowing myself to really delve into the thoughts tramping merrily through my brain. Putting aside the usual questions of 'who are you?' and 'why me?', I have some new ones. How the fuck do you know every single thing that I do? Everyone that I see? Everywhere that I go?

But the big one; the one that keeps clawing at my mind on a nearly daily basis? How did you know I was a virgin? I mean that first time you visited me, you thought I was a virgin and when I next saw you, well, let's just say you're punishment for not still being one was rough. I still haven't recovered from that; I still wake up in a cold sweat from that.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and take another hearty swig of wine. My only question left? Why are you being so nice tonight? Why the lovely bath and the excellent (tastes expensive) wine? What do you have in store for me now?

I quell these thoughts and try to keep my mind on the more pleasant aspects of your visits (and abductions) as I wash my body and hair. I think about the way your touch makes me feel and the fire that flares up with your kisses. I think about how I have no choice but to submit to you. That is the sickest part; I have no choice and that is what makes me hottest of all. My hand begins to wander over my body. I run my hand slowly over my smooth lean leg and up the flat of my stomach to a breast. I pinch one nipple lightly until it stands up hard before moving to the other. I allow my other hand to relinquish the wine glass to the tray and let it roam downward over my waxed mound to the silky lips of my pussy.

"Ten minutes and you're done!" You say as you pound once on the door making me jump. "No masturbating!"

How silly of me to think that I had even a single moment of privacy. Of course you were watching me. With a resigned sigh I exit the cooling water of the tub and slip on an incredibly soft fluffy bathrobe before retrieving my wine and sitting before the mirror of an ornate dressing table. I comb out my hair and slug back the rest of my wine before I turn and face the door.

I am about to call out to you when you say, "Forgetting something?"

I'm confused for a moment before I remember the sleep mask. I slip in on and hear the door open.

"You're very fetching in that robe, but I think I like you better without it." 

I can hear you move toward me and as you reach me your scent takes me to a place in which I'm sadly getting used to being. You move closer and I can feel you untying the the belt of the robe. You slip your hands beneath it and caress my back.

"No more masturbating unless I tell you to." You whisper into my neck as the robe falls to the floor. Your hand spans my neck as you leave a trail of tiny kisses up to my ear. "And that means ever. I will tell you when you can and you will only touch yourself then. Got it?"

I feel your fingers tighten dangerously around my throat as I nod in assent. In a mere instant I went from relaxed to terrified again. My heart beats a furious tattoo as you push me to the floor. You settle yourself between my legs as you release my neck balancing yourself above me. I hear you fumble with your clothing and before I realize what is happening you are pushing into me. I am not ready and it hurts. I push my hands against your chest in a vain attempt to....do what? Stop you? You thrust into me as you pull my hands up and pin them to the floor.

"Isn't (thrust) this (thrust) romantic?" You say punctuating every word with your cock. "Wine (thrust) and rape? (thrust, thrust). The perfect (thrust) date, (thrust) right?" You kiss me hard, bruising my lips with yours and forcing your tongue into my mouth. I'm so surprised and hurt by this that there are tears in my eyes. "Oh, you're pussy is so tight. Fuck, you feel good."

My anger comes screaming to the surface and instinct kicks in again. I fight my hardest to get out from under you, but you just laugh at me. "It feels even better with you wiggling around under me." I am literally powerless and again it's a turn on. You continue, "I am the one who will tell when you can have an orgasm. If you use that big vibrator you've got at home again, I'll bury it in your ass. Got it, my good little whore?"

"Yes." I say through clenched teeth. I love my vibrator.

"Oh, I see. STILL don't know who's boss?" You say abruptly standing and pulling me to my knees in one quick motion. You weave your fingers into my hair and guide your cock into my mouth. All the way into my mouth; all the way to the back of my throat. You hold it there for a moment robbing me of precious air before pulling back out and allowing me to breath.

"Now you make me cum and swallow every last drop." You growl.

I pull you back into my throat more comfortably this time and swallow, tightening my throat around you. Your hands are still entwined in my hair and you set a furious pace. I hear your breath catch as I place one hand on each leg as a brace as I just fuck you with my mouth. I am your good little whore because all I can think about it is giving you the pleasure that you demand. I'm relishing every scent and every taste of you and I'm longing for the thick, sweet flavor of your cum in my mouth again. My pussy is dripping with desire and I can only wish that you would fill it again.

You moan loudly and I can feel you tensing. I swipe my tongue over your head and the first burst of delicious cream fills my waiting mouth. I swallow quickly and enjoy the next spurt and the next until you are spent and I am greedily licking you clean.

You pull me up to my feet and guide me out of the bathroom back into what I can only assume is the bedroom (the bed was kind of a dead giveaway). You sit me down on the bed and put a bottle of water in my hand (wine would have been better). I take a long draught and hold the bottle out until you take it.

I hear you rustling completely out of your clothing and feel the bed depress as you climb onto it. You pull me onto the bed after you and situate us sitting up. You behind me with me nestled in between your legs pressing your now soft cock into my back. "Now then, you have a story I believe." You say and all I can think is 'one track mind'. I am immediately drained of any desire I had left.

What I say is "Fine. I promised so I'll tell. But first I have to make sure you'll honor your promise too."

"What promise?"

"You promised not to hurt him. You said if I told you, you would leave him alone. I need to know if you meant it." I hate the pleading note in my voice, but the thought of you hurting Sam was more than I could bear (and apparently I could bear a lot).

"I already know who he is, where he goes to college, who he hangs out with, where he lives and where he works. If I was going to hurt him, I would have done it already." You reply testily.

I take a deep breath and say, "Alright then, I'll tell you." I really wanted to keep this to myself. To have something that was private and just my own. But I had promised.

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" I have to give you some backstory, if you don't mind. Not too much, but some." I begin.

"Fine" You say while lightly stroking the side of one breast.

I'm reluctant, but I dive in anyway. "I met Sam when I was 13 years old and he was 15. Ricky Hutchins had pushed me down and tried to kiss me." I pause, "You know, I never realized it, but this seems to be a theme in my life."

"What?" You ask.

"Boys.....men, taking what they want without asking or caring how I feel about it."

"Huh. You're right, how 'bout that." You say with a soft laugh as you reach over and lightly pinch one nipple.

"Anyway." I continue unwilling and afraid to let you hear my annoyance, "He pulled Ricky off me and punched him in the face a couple of times and Ricky took off. I swore I never saw anyone so," I pause to search my mind for the right word, "so ethereal.

Even this word is inadequate though. It doesn't even come close to covering what I thought as I look up at my rescuer. The light was shining behind him and his curly blond hair stood out like a halo. He held out a hand to help me up and said, 'Don't worry, he won't bother you again and if he or anyone else does, just let me know.'

"'Who are you?' I asked him when I could form words again.

"'Sam Davies, I think your Mom is dating my Dad.' He said when he had me on my feet again.

"'Oh.' Is all I can say because my brain is still stuck on drinking in his beauty. I felt a light touch on my hand and I realized he was still tightly gripping it in his own. I think he just swiped his thumb over the back of my hand. My throat suddenly became the Sahara.

"'I have to get home but I can walk part way with you. If you want.'

"'Ok. Thanks.' I croaked as we both looked down at my hand for a moment before he released it.

"We walked in silence most of the way until something caught up in my brain. 'Did you say our parents are dating?'

"'Yep. For like two months now. Your mom never said anything?'

"'No. We don't talk about that kind of stuff. She'll tell me if she's ready for me to meet him. Then I'll know it's serious. But it's weird you know, her with anyone but my dad.' I said blurting it out it almost one breath.

"'Yeah. I can relate.' He said smiling down at me. He's extraordinarily tall for his age and I'm short for mine so the distance seemed vast. 

"When we got to the corner where we go separate ways, he stopped. 'I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Are you sure you're ok?'

"'Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for what you did back there.' I murmured shyly.

"He pulled on a strand of my hair and grinned saying, 'Anytime Red.'

"'I don't usually let people call me Red,' I informed him looking up into his cool blue eyes, 'Uh, but for you, I'll make an exception.' He grinned at me and I pulled on his arm to get him to lean down so I could swiftly kiss his cheek before turning away and walking quickly down the street to my house. As I turned up my walk I glanced in the direction I came from only to find him standing there watching me and holding a hand up to his cheek.

"Things seemed to move swiftly after that and before the end of the school year, my mom and Sam's dad, John, were engaged and planned to marry in July." So this guy that I'm pretty sure I'm in love with, my savior, is going to become my brother. Awkward.

"Over the next few years, we acted more like brother and sister. But it was an act. I still had a crush on him and every now and then I would catch him looking at me in a very non-brotherly way.

"The older we got, the worse it got. We had to act like brother and sister for the public, but we both longed for more. He played football all through high school and spent long hours in the weight room. He grew into his long legs and his frame filled out nicely with long lean muscles.

It was a relief when he left for Penn State, I missed him but it made it easier. He would spend as many holidays away as possible. I mean, it seemed like he did. He missed most Thanksgivings and Easters and even got a job in State College, PA instead of coming home for the summer. 

"But he came home the weekend I turned 18. I wasn't expecting him; I didn't even know he was home. Mom and John, aka 'the parents', were out at a party and not expected home until late. I came home about midnight from a date with Jack Banfield, current captain of the football team and before that night, I thought he was a pretty nice guy. 

"It was raining that night; pouring actually. He parked in front of the house and we started making out. Jack, that usually nice guy I'd been dating for a month, turned into an octopus with only one goal; to get into my pants. Some light petting turning into what, up until then, was the most frightening time of my life, before you that is. Like I said, a theme." I turn slightly and place my hands over yours where they are cupping my breasts with your thumbs stroking my nipples.

I can feel you beginning to harden against the small of my back as you kiss my neck and whisper, "Get to the good stuff."

"I'm getting there," I sigh, as your stroking sends tiny currents of electricity through me straight to my core. I can feel the dampness between my legs as I try to focus once again on the story.

"I fought Jack, but he quickly had me on my back and my hands pinned over my head in just one of his. He was pulling my shirt up trying lift my bra away. I started to scream and fight hard, kicking my legs up and beating my feet against the window. Only for a moment though, then he had them pinned down against his legs. He drew back to hit me I think, you know, into submission, but at the same moment, the driver side door flew open and his weight was lifted off of me. Sam had him on the ground and was slamming his fist into his face over and over again. It was Ricky Hutchins all over again.

"I leapt out of the car and tried to pull him off. I was afraid Sam would kill him and by the amount I had to struggle to get him to stop, I think if he could have, he would have. But then, he looked up at me and the madness drained from his eyes, but the anger remained. He picked Jack up by the neck and threw him into the car and said in a calm, cold voice, 'Drive away and never talk to or bother my sister again or I will kill you.'

"We ran through the rain to the house, his arm around me, making me feel safe again. 'I didn't know you were here, but I'm glad you were. Seems like you're always rescuing me.'




Just You and I Ch. 04



"We burst through the front door, soaked from the pouring rain and he looked down at me. 'Seems like you always need rescuing.' He playfully pulled a strand of hair from my face and stroked my cheek. I tilted my face up to really look at him and I could see it in those cool blue eyes; pure wanting. I waited, holding my breath as he slowly leaned down to give me what I was sure would be a very un-brotherly kiss just as headlights flashed across the window and the parents pull into the driveway.

"I know my eyes reflected the disappointment in his before they flicked away from me toward the window. 'You better get out of those wet clothes and into a warm bath. You'll get sick.' 

"I nodded and took his hand from my cheek and kissed his palm, 'You too,' I said, 'hot shower. That's an order.' My attempt to lighten the mood failed so I turned and hurried upstairs. I could feel his eyes follow me and I turned at the top to see him looking after me, the light from the front porch backlighting his halo again boomeranging me into the past. He was my guardian angel.'

"Really? This is getting annoying. Anyone else would think you love him." You say gruffly, anger apparent in your voice.

I say nothing because I did love him. I do love him. I have loved him since the moment he pulled Ricky Hutchins off of me. I will always love him and that is something you can never take from me. Something you can never control.

"Hey, you wanted to hear this story so bad. I'm trying to tell it to you, but it's not gonna be halfway. You have to hear it all and some of it you won't like." I answer annoyed myself, but trying to keep my voice light. I don't need a rerun of the bathroom right now.

You respond by pinching and twisting the nipples you've been so gently playing with making me writhe in pain. "Fine." You say, "Enjoy your damn trip down memory lane just remember who you belong to at the end of it all."

"I will! I will!" I gasp in pain and you ease up on my nipples. I can feel you harden like an iron rod into the small of my back. You get off so much by causing me pain.

"Good girl. Now continue." You say, your voice husky.

I pause for a moment trying to remember where I was as you slide your hands down over my belly to my thighs. You lift my legs so they're lying over yours with my feet on the outside and my legs bent at the knees. You slide your legs slightly apart making mine spread too. My pussy spreads open and the feelings of excitement and vulnerability come in mixed degrees.

"Continue." You demand again.

"Yeah, ok. The next day is my birthday and I wake up late to the smell of vanilla french toast, my favorite. So I head down to the kitchen for some breakfast and the coffee that I also smell brewing.

"Wait, wait." You interrupt. "Were you still wearing your jammies?"

"Jammies? Seriously? Yeah, I hadn't gotten dressed yet. Why?"

"You used to wear a t-shirt and boxers before you started sleeping naked for me. What'd you wear back then?" You seem really curious; excited. 

"Same thing." I answer. I can feel your chest shaking with silent laughter. "What? It's comfortable."

"Let me guess," I can hear the teasing in your voice. "Smurfs, right?"

"No, Scooby Doo. Duh." I almost laugh with you, but I haven't forgotten what you are.

"Ok, you head to the kitchen. Go on." you prompt.

"Right, so I went down to the kitchen to find Sam cooking me a birthday breakfast. It's sweet; he had covered the table with a birthday tablecloth, plates and balloons, you know, the works. He was wearing pajama bottoms and a tank so I stopped in the doorway and watched him for a minute, just enjoying the view before startling him with my 'Good morning, Sam'.

"He jumped at the sound of my voice and turned with a smile. 'Happy Birthday! C'mere, sit down,' he pulled a chair out and put a silly birthday hat on me as I sat down. 'That's perfect. Wait!' He shouts as I reach up to remove it, 'Humor me, leave it on, I have to get a picture. Please. You look so cute.'

"'Fine, take the picture, but then the hat comes off,' I laughed.

"That accomplished, he poured me some coffee and served up breakfast. 'So,' I asked, 'where are the parents?' By some unspoken mutual agreement, Sam and I always called Mom and John 'the parents' ever since they got married.

"'They're at an estate sale. Not sure what time they'll be home but it'll be in time to take you to your birthday dinner.' Mom and John met at an antique store called "Loved Again". So when it went up for sale John bought it and gave it to her as a wedding present. Now, they're kind of obsessed by it.

"'So you made me breakfast Sam, that was sweet.' I looked up and caught him staring at me. I put a forkful of french toast in my mouth and savored it, 'And delicious. Thank you.'

"'My pleasure.' He looked up at me while dishing out french toast for himself and said, 'I started cooking at 10:00, I didn't think you'd ever roll out of bed. I hope it's still warm enough.'' Suddenly, it was awkward and we were silent while we ate, but I kept snatching glances at him and catching him doing the same thing. I couldn't keep my eyes off his mouth; off his lips. We didn't even talk while finishing our coffee.

"'More coffee?' he asked standing up.

"'No thanks,' I replied as he gathered the paper birthday plates and tossed them in the garbage while I grabbed the syrup and creamer and returned them to the fridge. When I closed the door and turned around, there he was, right behind me. 

"'So, how's it feel to be 18, Red?' He asked as he took a step toward me he reaching out to playfully pull a strand of my hair.

"'Feels good,' I answered looking up at him; way up at him. 'I finally feel like I can be whoever I want; do whatever I want.'

"He looked a little uncomfortable, like he was working himself up to say something; or to do something. I pulled his arm and when he leaned down I kissed him on the cheek. He started to straighten up then changed his mind and swooped in to kiss me on the lips. Tentatively at first, but then more ardently. His kiss was everything I'd been dreaming of; sweet and hot and oh so sexy. Heat spread throughout my body. This is what I'd been wanting for so long now. Sweet, hot kisses from Sam. My knees turned to rubber.

"He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the counter and set me down on it. The kisses intensified and fire spread throughout my body. I molded myself to him wrapping my legs tighter around him and pulling him to me. I could feel his desire harden against me. His tongue worked magic in my mouth, expertly teasing mine and, god, my head was spinning. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he pulled at the hem of my t-shirt. I leaned back to give him better access and his warm hands are spanned my stomach before sliding up my back pulling my shirt up with them. 

"I was in heaven as his hand cupped my breast and his mouth descended onto the crest of that peak to cover my swollen nipple. He circled his tongue around it before pulling it into his mouth with a gentle tug. As he lavished the same attention on the other nipple, I felt moisture pooling between my legs. His lips moved back to mine and my hands took a trip of their own to lift his shirt and explore every sinewed muscle on his back and chest then down to every luscious ripple of his abs and around to his back again, under the elastic of the pajama bottoms and down over each taut curve of his ass. Oh, how I wanted to grab that ass as he plunged into me.

"Before I can finish that thought we both pulled apart and listened. Shit! The parents were home way earlier than expected. He swung me down from the counter and we both headed upstairs. He gave me one quick look of longing and regret and I blew him a kiss as we both ducked into our rooms. I headed straight for the shower. I couldn't possibly have been almost fornicating with my almost brother if I was in the shower, right?"

That last sentence comes out in pants and moans because while I was describing Sam's attention to my breasts, you've mimicked it with your hands. My nipples are standing fully at attention and I can feel moisture slowly leaking out of my pussy. Your hands move down to my thighs again and you spread my legs even wider.

You nibble my ear and whisper, "Keep going." I can feel you rock hard against my back.

"Right, I quickly got dressed and to headed downstairs to find the parents, or at least my mom. We spent some time together in her garden picking herbs and planning some girl time.

"'We'll be gone until Wednesday, so we'll have to plan something for next weekend. I hope that's ok honey.' Mom was explaining that they were going to series of an estate sales in Ohio and would be leaving early the next morning, which meant leaving Sam and I alone, blissfully alone.

"'Yeah, sure mom, it's fine. Why don't we go get massages and mani-pedis next weekend. I'll make the appointment while you're gone.' I said giving her a hug. 'I'm gonna get some sun for a while before getting ready for dinner. What time's the reservation?'

"'Not til 6:00. Enjoy the afternoon honey. But be ready by 4:30, ok,' she paused, absentmindedly staring at and wilting chamomile plant, 'John wants to stop by the store.'

"'Sure mom, love you.' I kissed her on the cheek before turning toward the house.

"After changing into cutoffs and a low v-neck t-shirt layered over my skimpiest bikini, I grabbed a towel and some sunscreen, swung out my door and stopped halfway down the hall and knocked on Sam's door.

"He opened the door a few inches saying, 'Hey Red.'

"He looked uncomfortable and his face was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. 'Uh, what're you doing in there?' I asked, curious.

"He pulled the door open wider to reveal his shirtless chest and a pair of shorts and I wondered if he knew the effect he had on me. 'Push ups, sit ups, two cold showers. I'm not sure how I'm going to get through dinner tonight." He looked a little desperate.

"'I have and idea that might help you out. But for now, just come swimming with me.' He looked at me like I was crazy. 'C'mon it'll be ok, you know how cold the parents keep the pool.' 

"He sighed and just looked at me for a long time before saying, 'Yeah, ok. I'll meet you by the pool.'

"I went out and set up a couple of lounge chairs, grabbed a couple bottles of water and stripped down to my bathing suit. I was stretched out on my stomach by the time Sam joined me. I heard him groan and say 'How is this helping?'

"I laughed him, enjoying his distress; the sheer nakedness of his need. I never felt more alive in my life. 'It gets worse,' I said, 'I need you to sunscreen my back.'

"'Why are you doing this to me?' He asked as he took the sunscreen bottle I held out to him.

"'Because driving you crazy is driving me crazy.' I said as I laid my head down in my arms and enjoyed the feel of his hands rubbing the lotion into my skin. 'And like I said, I have a plan.'

"'A plan right.' The cap on the sunscreen snapped shut and I heard him stretch out on his chaise. 'You know I have to lay here face down, right? And it's, uh...very uncomfortable.'

"I rolled over onto my back meeting his eyes as I went. I watched them get bigger as he took just how little I was wearing. I was torturing him and it was making me hot.

"'You know they're leaving on a road trip, right?' I asked him, quietly; implications threaded heavily through my statement.

"'No! When?'

"'Early tomorrow morning, I think around 7:00. There's a couple of auctions in Ohio. They won't be back until Wednesday.' I looked over at him, 'We have three days all to ourselves.'

"'Oh my god, you're killing me.' He groaned. 'You're making it worse.'

"'A plan, remember. It'll get better, I promise.' I winked at him and called out to my mom, who was meandering up the path toward us, 'Hey mom, would it be ok if I came with Sam to the restaurant? We want to go for a swim.'

"'I guess that would be alright. Just make sure you're there by 6:00.' She called back on her way into the house. 'I'm going to get cleaned up so we can leave. Six o'clock; don't be late, ok?'

"'Of course we'll be there on time. It's my birthday dinner after all.' I smiled sweetly at her then turned and grinned at Sam. 'Let's go for a swim. Maybe the cold water will help you out until they leave.'

"We dove in and came up yelling. The water was so cold! We swam around for awhile, racing each other and just being silly. I think it gave Sam a little relief; until that is, I propped my elbows on the wall behind me and leaned back, jutting my chest out toward him."

"You're such a tease." You say startling me out of my reverie. "You really tortured that poor kid. I almost feel bad for him." Your hands are stroking my inner thighs just up to the crease where my legs meet my pussy but no further, making me squirm and almost ask you for relief.

But I don't. I'm going to get this story out tonight if it's the last thing I do.

"I told you, I'm not telling it half-assed. It's all or nothing. Can I go on please?" I say this last part very nicely because you hands have tightened on the flesh of my thighs and the feeling is not altogether pleasant.

"Fine. Go on." You say grudgingly.

"Where was I? Oh, in the pool, right." 

"Sam knelt down in the water in front of me and looked up at me. 'So, how long 'til they leave?'

"I looked at the clock on the pool shed and said, 'About half an hour. Can you wait that long?'

'"Do I have a choice?' The frustration on his face was too much.

"'I'm getting out, this water is freezing!' I said as I pulled myself up so I was sitting on the edge before getting up and heading toward my chaise. When I turned again, he was watching me. The look in his eyes made my stomach do flips. I had never seen naked lust before, but I was sure I was seeing it then.

"I turned away from him and began drying my legs, bending over to get my feet dry. I turned back toward him to dry my arms, shoulders and chest. At this point, I don't believe the cold water wais having any effect on him. I fixed my chair so that I could sit up and watch him as he swam away from me in long measured strokes.

"After a few minutes of this, he exited the pool and stood over me shaking his head and spraying me with cold water to make me squeal. He sat down and we waited in silence for the parents to finally leave.

"Four-thirty on the nose they finally came out of the house. Mom yelled, 'You better go in and get start getting ready, you only have an hour. Please don't be late.'

"'No problem mom, I'm going inside in just a few minutes.' I called back. I held my breath until they finally drove away. Sam and I got up at the same time and practically ran into the house.

"Once we were inside and the sliding door was slammed shut, Sam picked me up, cradling me in his arms and kissed me in that wonderful passionate way of his. I could've stayed like that forever, his mouth locked onto mine. But he broke away and breathlessly asked, 'Where to?'

"'Your room.'

"'My room? But you've probably got clean sheets and everything.' He looked a little panicked.

"'Right, I do and we'll enjoy those tomorrow. Today, it's your room. Don't worry, we're going to be on the bed, not in it. Besides, I want you to think of this every time you walk into your room.' I whispered, kissing his neck and drinking in the flavor of his skin.

"He groaned, 'My room it is.' He carried me upstairs and pushed the door open with his foot and set me down on the bed and tumbling down after me, kissing me all the while. His hands were everywhere at once, warm and strong against my cool flesh. He untied my bikini top at the neck and pulled it down, gazing at the soft globes for a brief moment before covering them in kisses heating my skin with the warmth of his lips. 

"My hands are caressed his back before sliding around to his chest pulling him up to meet my lips again allowing my hands to reach further down. Over the ripples of his abs down to the waistline of his bathing suit.

"'Please,' I gasped, 'take this off.'

"He quickly complied and my hands were finally where they wanted to be. I dragged my nails over the soft flesh of his lower belly making the muscles jump as I continued downward to find the prize I sought. I wrapped my fingers around a hard rod of iron covered in the softest skin imaginable. I tightened my grip and slowly pumped my fist as I slithered down the bed until I was kneeling in front of him like novice at prayer.

"He was sitting up, watching me; waiting. I looked into his cool blue eyes as I pumped my fist again and reached out with the tip of my tongue to flick the sparkling drop of precum that sat like a jewel on the head of his cock. He sucked in his breath and I lovingly ran the flat of my tongue over the entire head, still looking up at him. I slid the tip into my warm, waiting mouth and watched him as he closed his eyes and rolled his head back with a moan. His hands were on either side of him gripping the bedspread in two fists.

"I thought to myself, 'I love this.' as I lowered my mouth down over his cock again as far as I could go. The more I did the easier it was. The wetter his cock got; the more cum I could taste. It was then that I knew I wanted everything he could give me, every delicious drop. My mind could only focus on one thing; getting to the creamy filling." 

You laugh, interrupting again. "Creamy filling, I like that." You've moved just one finger to play with my clit. Rubbing in slow, sensuous circles.

But I am fully immersed in the memory and the pleasure only makes me think of Sam. I am back in his bedroom tasting him for the first time.

"I enveloped him in my mouth over and over again until I could get him all the way to the back of my throat. I worked a little bit faster only thinking of how much I wanted to make him come. His hand was lightly on the back of my head, more for the connection I think than for guidance, because he didn't push me to go faster or try to change the rhythm. I loved the taste of him, the feeling of him filling my mouth and his next words made my pussy tighten and send a surge of pleasure through me. 'Oh god, I'm gonna come. If you don't stop, I'm gonna come in your mouth.'

"'Mmmmm' was all I could manage. 

"'Oh fuck, Red. That's so good! That's so good! Oh god here I come!' I felt him tense a split second before the first wave of cum spilled into my mouth; then another and another. I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was so much it is spilled out of the corners of my mouth. He moved his hands to hold my head on either side as he held his cock in my mouth still coming saying over and over, 'oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!' He looked down at me, boring into my eyes with his as I swallowed what seemed like gallons of his sweet, sticky cum.

"When he was finally spent, he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me onto his lap. With one finger he scraped the cum from my chin and held it up in front of my mouth. I darted my tongue out and lick his finger clean before he leaned in and kissed me in the sweetest, softest way possible.

"When he pulled away his eyes were crinkled up with a smile as he said, 'Good plan.'

"I smiled back, kissing him lightly on the lips and hopping off his lap, "Now we have to hurry to be ready in time!"

"'We could share a shower and save water.' he suggested with a leering grin.

"'We'd never make it in time. Sorry, separate showers today.' I escaped from his room laughing and sprinted down the hall. 

"I showered, blasted my hair with a the hairdryer and applied my makeup quickly (although I did take a few extra minutes to play up my eyes)....."

"Wait," you interrupt yet again, "why the extra time on your eyes?"

"I wanted them to stand out." I state simply, "So that all through dinner, when he looked into my eyes, he would think about how he stared into them while coming in my mouth."




Just You and I Ch. 04



"See," you remark, a little angrily, "You are a tease."

"Don't forget slut and whore." I answer wearily.

"Don't piss me off, little girl. Just get on with the story." Your voice is gruff, but I can tell that telling this story is teasing you. And you're enjoying it.

I pause for a moment enjoy it myself, then continue. "Fine. I put on a new dress which to my delight served my purpose perfectly. It was low enough to show some cleavage and short enough to show some leg, but not too much of either. 

"I stopped at Sam's room, but the door was open and it was empty. I found him waiting for me in the living room wearing a dress shirt and slacks and looking.....well, delicious."

"I enjoyed his open mouthed stare as I sashayed down the stairs in my curve-hugging little black dress and heels high enough to really show off my legs.

"'You look amazing, maybe we should skip the restaurant.' His eyes were showing a hunger that was definitely not for food.

"'No. I think I'd like to enjoy my birthday dinner, if you don't mind." I stopped as he placed my pashmina over my shoulders and turned slightly so I could casually mention, 'Oh, by the way, I'm not wearing underwear.' My dress didn't allow for a bra so I thought the set should match. I felt really sexy and a little dangerous and I was having the time of my life.

"He sucked in his breath at this and muttered to himself the whole way to the car and for part of the ride. I just played with the radio and allowed the dress to slide up my legs a bit. I think I was playing with fire because he looked over at them so much, we almost wrecked twice.

"We joined the parents at our table and enjoyed a really delicious dinner and a lot of laughs which helped defuse the tension a bit. After enjoying coffee, we headed home where mom brought out a cake and a bottle of champagne she had stashed in the pantry. They sang, we ate, we toasted, I opened presents and that was pretty much it for the birthday celebration" I finished.

"Really? So what'd you get for your presents?" You asked and I had to think quickly because the last thing I wanted to tell you was that he ring on my right hand was from Sam. I never took it off. Never. It was a filigreed silver band inlaid with black onyx and a deep red ruby stone in the center. I was very afraid that if you knew, you'd take it or forbid me to wear it.

You're hands were tightening on my thighs again so I said as casually as I could, "A ring and a pair of earrings," I paused so you would hopefully think I was trying to remember, "Oh, and an mp3 player."

You reacted as I hoped and assumed you knew who the mp3 player came from. "So, you're precious Sam is a cheapskate." I felt a little victory at that because I bought the mp3 player as a birthday present to myself. Looks like I can keep some things from you, if I try.

I wanted to swiftly move away from the topic so I said, "Yeah, I guess. Anyway, the parents went upstairs to get some sleep before their early morning drive while Sam cleaned up the mess and I poured what was left of the champagne.

"He sat in the chair next to me, lifted his glass and said, 'To the prettiest 18 year old I've ever seen.' He touched my glass and we both drank; his eyes not leaving mine. After a moment he said, 'Can I ask you a personal question?'

"'Of course.'

"'Have you ever had an orgasm that you didn't give yourself?' He took in my confused look and continued, 'I mean, has anyone else ever given you an orgasm?'

"'Oh um,' I was taken aback a little at this question but answered honestly, 'No.'

"'Then sweetie, have I got a birthday present for you.' He said as he took my glass and set it aside before pulling me onto his lap. 'I'm gonna make you feel so good.'

"He kissed me in that soft, urgent way of his that somehow gave and took at once. The desire that I had kept in check all night was finally released and I responded to his kiss with a fervor that matched his. He pulled me around to straddle him pushing my dress up and pressing me tightly to him so I could feel his erection straining against his pants. Such a thin piece of material separating my nakedness from the object of my desire. It was a heady feeling, I had never before felt wanting like this.

"His kiss slid from my lips to my ear and slowly down my neck while his hands slid the straps of my dress down over my shoulders. He leaned me back against the table and moved his hands to cup each breast before dipping his head to cover one nipple in luscious wet warmth that sent a wave a pleasure through my body. I could feel heat and moisture gathering in my pussy as I rocked against him making his pants damp. He moaned as he lavished attention on the other nipple and pulled me tighter against him.

"I wanted him in a way I had never imagined I could want anyone, but I had one last coherent thought in my head and I gave voice to it before I was beyond all sense, 'Please, I don't want to lose my virginity on the kitchen table.' I said.

"He gave me a devilish grin and said, "That's not what this is about." He lifted me up off his lap and sat me down on the table pulling the chair behind him with his foot. Slipping one shoe off, he lifted my leg and placed it on his shoulder slowly kissing his way up but stopping just before reaching the apex of my thigh. He slipped the other shoe off and repeated the same torturously slow path up my other leg. He slid his chair forward as I tightened my legs around his neck.

"I had never felt so turned on in my life. I was completely open to him as his lips teased me dancing closer and closer to my now dripping pussy. I leaned back on my hands bracing myself just in time as he kissed lips that had never felt such pleasure before. My back arched involuntarily pushing me forward as his tongue slipped inside of me. He made a noise of satisfaction and buried his tongue deeper inside me making me squirm against him as I watched him drink in my juices like a man dying of thirst. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

"I dropped back to my elbows and threw my head back when he flicked his tongue across my clit before sucking gently on that sensitive bud. I pressed my lips together to stifle the moan that was rising in my throat. My elbows could no longer hold me up as he slipped his finger into my sopping wet pussy and I was now flat on my back with a hand over my mouth to keep me from crying out from the miraculous pleasure I was receiving.

"He added a second finger to the first and kicked his tongue into high gear as a storm built up inside me. Like thunder clouds gathering in the sky before the downpour, passion roiled through me before the tempest broke in a crescendo of pleasure. Both of my hands now stifled my rapturous cries as I loss nearly all control. I bucked against him and pulled my legs tighter. It was by far the strongest orgasm I had ever had and the tremors continued as he pulled his fingers out and slid them into his mouth before standing up and sliding my legs around his hips.

"My hands were still over my mouth and he smiled as he moved them in order to kiss me. 'Happy Birthday.' He whispered as he pressed against me, still rock hard, sending soft pleasurable waves through me.

"He pulled me up to a sitting position and kissed me tenderly knowing, instinctively it seemed, how overwhelmed I was by what I had just experienced. Gently, he pulled my dress back up and the straps over my shoulders before lifting me down from the table and leaning down to kiss me again. 

"'I want to come upstairs with you, but I don't think I should. I won't be able to leave you at your door.' He said softly as he stroked my lips before bending down to retrieve my shoes, 'I don't know how I'll get through the next seven hours.'

'I know.' I said as I took my shoes from him and stood on tiptoes to kiss him again before turning toward the stairs. 'Try a cold shower.' I suggested giggling as I mounted the stairs.

"I knew just how to spend my time. I took a long hot bath and reshaved everything I had already shaved, wondered what Sam was doing and fantasized about the coming day. Finally relaxed and tired enough to sleep, I crawled into bed. I slept lightly, however, and woke up the moment I heard the parents moving around. I got up and quickly brushed my teeth and freshened up before crawling back into bed to wait for the car to pull out and Sam to come to me. I worried that he would sleep too soundly and wouldn't come to me when they left. Then I worried that he hadn't slept a wink and would be too tired to come to me at all.

"The car doors slammed in quick succession jerking me out of me morose thoughts. I listened as the car started, pulled out of the driveway and drove away. My heart began to pound in earnest. Every second that ticked by seemed like an hour as I waited to hear Sam at the door. I had just closed my eyes in an attempt to calm myself when I heard a soft knock then the click of the door opening. I watched him come in and admired the view of him in just boxers as he crossed the room and slid into the bed next to me. We laid on our sides and looked at each other for a moment before he said, 'Good morning, beautiful.'

"'Good morning.' I answered softly.

"He sensed my trepidation and said, 'Don't be scared, I won't do anything until you're ready. Ok?' He reached out and playfully tugged a lock of my hair.

"'I trust you.' I said as I moved closer to him needing to feel his lips on mine again. Kissing him was like throwing a match onto dry tinder because flames burst forth and danced high once again. He was pleasantly surprised to find me already naked under the covers and pulled me close, pressing my breasts against him and deepening the kiss as my nipples raked across his bare flesh setting me afire.

"He pulled away briefly to take his boxers off then pulled me fully against him for a moment, pressing his warmth into me before rolling me onto my back. He balanced on one elbow and pulled a strand of hair from my face, smoothing it down as he stroked my cheek. As he leaned in and kissed me, I knew I had no reason to be scared, or even nervous. Sam would never hurt me."

"What a great guy." You interject sarcastically, still stroking my clit in long slow circles.

I ignore you and continue.

"I relaxed in his arms and gave myself over to his kisses, enjoying the feel of his tongue tangled in mine and the heat of his skin pressing against mine. His fingers caressed my skin following the curve of my waist, over my hip and back up again to stroke my breast. Every nerve ending was standing at attention, every touch heightened with pleasure.

"My fingers tangled themselves in his hair as I kissed his neck and filled my senses with his musk. I reveled in the taste of his skin. I felt an irrepressible need to share everything with him, to hold nothing back; and a need to take everything he would give of himself to me. My hands traveled up over his biceps before wandering down his back to caress the play of his muscles as they tensed and relaxed under my fingertips.

"Sam's head dipped down to capture my lips once more as his hand traveled down over my breast gently rolling the nipple between his fingers sending a surge of pleasure through my body. His lips tasted sweeter than anything I had ever had and his touch was burning through my skin. He trailed his hand lightly down my belly setting off a flight of butterflies before reaching down to stroke my thighs and nudge them open to his exploring fingers. He cupped his hand over me warming me and I involuntarily ground my sex against it. I spread my legs wider and he stroked a finger over my lips before sliding it into the slickness of that tight, wet hole. A moan escaped my lips as he probed further, my muscles automatically tightening around the invading digit.

"'Oh honey, you're really tight.' he whispered hoarsely as he pulled his finger up and rubbed the juices on my lips before kissing me again. I tasted myself keenly blended with the sweet taste of him and I felt the moisture pooling between my legs. He slide his finger back into me saying, 'I need another taste.' I had just taken his rock hard cock in my hand when he pulled away from me earning a cry of protest.

"'It's ok sweetheart.' he said as he turned his body around so his head was in my lap and mine was face to face with the object of my desire. He pulled me onto my side and bent my top leg at the knee before burying his face in my pussy as I nearly simultaneously did the same to him. I hungrily took him into my mouth gaining a muffled moan of pleasure from him. He buried two fingers into me and sucked hard on my clit making me grind my pussy into his face. I pulled him further into my mouth trying to swallow him whole. He put his tongue to work and before I knew it, I was coming and I had to pull my mouth away from him to cry out euphorically. I delighting in the knowledge that I didn't have to be quiet this time.

"He kissed me there once again before pulling himself face to face with me again. He held himself over me and I bent my legs and spread them wide in invitation. He pushed gently into me as he leaned down to kiss me, my essence full upon his lips. I pulled one leg up and hooked it over his back forcing him in a little deeper. He pushed until he met that barrier the marked my virginity.

"'This will hurt. I'm sorry, but it will.' He said, looking into my eyes to make sure I understood that he had no wish to cause me pain. 'I'll do it fast so that it's over quick ok, it won't last long,' he smiled at the confusion on my face and added, 'I mean that the pain won't last long. Ok?'

"'Ok.' I said as kissed me and thrust hard into me. He muffled my cry of pain with his lips. His mouth moved to my ear and he whispered, 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' He held himself inside me for a almost a minute kissing me while my body adjusted to his size, stretching and welcoming him into me. I pulled my other leg up and pulled them back toward my shoulders forcing him even further into me. The pain had subsided and, determined to get my earlier wish, I ran my hands down his back to grab the perfect taut curves of his ass and pulled him deeper into me.

"He rocked his hips and thrust into me as I tilted my own back inviting him even deeper with each thrust. I never felt anything like this before, he felt so good; no, good isn't the word, he felt glorious.

"He pulled his head back to meet my eyes, 'You feel so good baby, you are so damn tight.'

"I hadn't even realized I had begun to moan with the pleasure he was giving me, a wordless commentary on how good he was making me feel. I could only say his name and 'yes' over and over with any coherency. The storm I had felt building in me yesterday was only a rainshower compared to what was gathering inside of me now.

"He was watching intently the first time the storm broke over me, raining pleasure over every inch of my body beginning deep inside my pussy, no deep inside ME. It was soul shaking and it spread from that one pinpoint like beams of light radiating out from some internal sun. He watched my face and heard me call out to him before kissing me hard and holding himself inside me as I climaxed around him. Then moaning his pleasure, he thrust harder and faster toward his own climax his head down beside mine. I began whispering in his ear now, "Yes, Sam, yes! Come for me now, come inside me baby."

"And as he chased his own orgasm, I realized that I was galloping toward the finish line with him. That exquisite wave of torture was building up inside me again and somehow, I managed to gain my blessed relief from it at the same moment he did. I watched ecstasy flit over his features as he thrust into me, my own orgasm exploding in response. My pussy tightened into a death grip around that hard iron rod and at that moment, it was I who was holding him; it was I who kept him there, savoring the warmth of his cum filling me and pushing me to overlapping orgasms that seemed to go on forever.

"He was kissing me as I came back to Earth; kissing me as he took his weight off me and rolled to the side taking me with him. We were back to our original positions lying on our sides facing each other, joined at the lips and pressed up against each other desperately trying to catch our breath.

"He broke away and stroked my hair out of my face still breathing a hard, he simply said, 'Wow.' I could only nod in agreement, but wow was an understatement.

"He rolled onto his back and pulled me into his arms where I lay my head on his chest. I was so comfortable, I didn't even contemplate the fact that I was no longer a virgin. I just listened to Sam's rhythmic breathing as I fell into a deep sleep."

"The End," I said with finality, wanting only to lock this story back up again.

"Bullshit." You say gruffly, "You were together for 3 days, there's more to the story."

"I promised you the story of losing my virginity, not my entire sexual history." I protested hotly.

"I want the rest of it." You said, your voice low and threatening.

Fully aware that I would pay for it, I pulled my courage together and simply said, "No."

I think you were a little stunned at my defiance because you were quiet for a moment before answering dangerously, "Fine." That one word and the way it was spoken struck me with terror. I had good cause to be afraid too, because you abruptly push me forward and say, "I'll take it out of your ass then."

I began to fight in earnest then, but it was useless, you easily overpower me grabbing me by the hair and pushing me onto my stomach. You let go of my hair and pull my arm painfully behind me pushing me onto my face as you forced my legs apart. I hear you spit then feel your finger being painfully forced into my ass. Then it was two fingers preparing my ass for the assault that came only a moment later.

You spit again, then press your cock against my ass for a second before ramming it home. I cried out in pain as you leaned into me driving even deeper. I fight until you press my head into the bed, suffocating me. I pushed against the bed with my hands in vain before reaching back to scratch and claw your arms. You jerked my head up painfully by the hair and leaned forward to say in my ear, "No? Did you say 'no' to me you stupid cunt? This is what 'no' gets you." You let go of my hair and grab me by the hips thrusting painfully into that tight hole again and again.

You suddenly pull out and flip me over to straddle my chest trapping my hands beneath your legs and place one of your very large hands painfully on my throat saying, "Open your mouth, cunt."

Under the mask, my eyes are wide and wet with tears and I foolishly do not comply immediately. Your hand tightens painfully around my throat and my mouth opens in a desperate attempt to breathe. I'm squirming futilely and I'm convinced I'm going to die, now that I've pushed you too far at last, but you let up enough for me to suck in a huge breath just as you shoot your cum into my open mouth. I'm choking now on this viscous liquid still squirming, trying to move you off my chest. I'm turning my head from side to side coughing and choking. You just keep on coming, on my face and in my hair.

When you are finally done, you get off me and haul me up by my hair so my cum-soaked face is only inches from yours and say, "Don't you ever say 'no' to me again. Don't ever fucking say 'no'!" You toss me back onto the bed and get up. I hear you something open and close, then your footsteps return. You sit back down on the bed and say, "When I tell you to do something, you do it. When I tell you not to do something, you don't do it. Got it?"

I nod, terrified beyond speech as you continue, "You belong to me, my property, mine! Don't fucking forget that."

I sit quietly as you do something I can't identify by sound. I am scared and I'm convinced I'm sitting on the bed next to a psychopath, but something has snapped inside me. Where there was once resignation to my fate, there was now a spark of rebellion within me. It was telling you the story of Sam and I that did it. Remembering those magical days with him and what we said to each other on Wednesday morning while waiting for the parents to return made me realize what I had to do. If I made it out of here alive, I was going to do it.




Just You and I Ch. 04



You take my arm and I feel a familiar pinch before darkness descends again.

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I wake up the next morning cold and sore, but grateful to be alive. It takes a moment for me to realize that I'm dressed and in the driver's seat of my car outside the Stop-n-Shop. It's early and the parking lot is mostly empty. I take a tentative look at myself in the vanity mirror and almost scream when I see my reflection. My mascara is black under my eyes and cum has dried onto my cheek and is in clumps in my hair. My throat has angry purple finger shaped bruises standing out against my pale skin.

I do my best to clean myself up with some wet-wipes I find in the glove compartment, before getting out and taking a look at the groceries in my trunk. I transfer everything that's perishable to one bag and leave it by the broken lamp post I parked under. The other bag, I bring into the front seat. I've got bottles of water, energy bars, some chips and a bag of trail mix. I pull a baseball hat and scarf from my trunk's emergency box (John's idea, I think he was a boy scout once), sending a prayer of thanks for his foresight.

I have enough gas to get me out of town and I wait til then to stop at a fast food place to use the facilities and get something more substantial to eat. It'll take me several hours to get where I'm going, but I'm afraid to go home first.

As I pull out of the lot, I see a nondescript car pull out behind me. I drive for a short time, making some turns and realize that this is how you always know where I am. You've got someone following me. I can only pray it's not you. My luck picks up as I approach an intersection. The light is yellow and I brake as though I'm going to stop, then floor it through the intersection narrowly avoiding getting creamed. You (or your minion) are left behind and I race down the road making a few turns just to be sure I've lost you (them) and then head toward the interstate.

When I'm far enough out of town to feel safe enough to stop for a few minutes, I wrap the scarf around my neck and mash the hat down on my head before I run into a fast food joint. I gratefully use the bathroom and make good use of the sink to get cleaned up as best as I can.

I order food at the counter before I leave, but I'm anxious to get back on the road again. I check my rearview again as I pull out, but can't spot a tail. I breath a little easier with each mile I put between us. 

When I finally arrive at my destination, I sit for a moment looking up at the building, dreading what I have to do; what I have to say.

I take a deep breath, swing out of the car squaring my shoulders as I head toward the front entrance of the building.

to be continued......



Just You and I - Sam's Story Pt. 01



If you have read 'Just You and I Pt. 4' you know that she has just told her tormentor the story of her first time. I wanted to explore what it was like from Sam's point of view. I also really wanted to know more about Sam. I will continue both these story lines until they converge into one.

I'm grateful for all of the thoughts and encouragement on the first four parts of this story. I am always hungry for feedback and suggestions, so please, feel free to let me know what you think. 

I promise to work very had to not 'let life get in the way' and allow so many months pass before the next installment.

Thank you all for your support and readership!

Oh, and just to be clear all sexual acts take place when the characters are 18 years old and over.

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Just You and I - Sam's Story Part 1

I remember the first time I saw her. I was 12 and she was a year behind me in school and couldn't have been more than 10 or 11 years old. I had sprained my ankle playing baseball and was relegated to a bench on the edge of the playground during recess. She was swinging high on the swing-set, her long, dark red hair flying out behind her; sparkling in the sun. I didn't know her name so I nicknamed her 'Red' in my mind. She pumped her legs furiously, arcing into the air before flinging herself off and into space. She arched her back and landed as gracefully as a cat on the gravel.

I was just discovering girls and she had me fascinated. That vague attraction to the opposite sex, without being aware of why. I couldn't stop watching her as she laughed with her girlfriends playing jacks and jumping rope. I was fairly new and hadn't made many friends yet, so I sat on my bench day after day watching her completely undisturbed. I knew, even then, that she was special.

I wasn't the only one who noticed the spark that lit her up. A crude, chubby boy from my grade named Ricky Hutchins tried desperately day after day to capture her attention. I don't think she ignored him. I think she just didn't see him. I thought, "Don't feel bad kid, she doesn't see me either."

He was relentless, following her around, pulling her hair and basically doing anything to get her attention. All he did was make her dislike him. I almost felt bad for him. Me, I kept my distance. I wouldn't know what to say anyway.

At least I kept my distance until my dad told me he was dating her mother. He showed me a picture of her and I immediately recognized the girl with her and realized she was the same girl from the playground. From that moment, I became more than fascinated; I became her protector. I didn't stalk her, I just watched out for her. That's why when Ricky Hutchins pushed her down and tried to kiss her, I was there to intervene. 

I pulled him off of her by the collar of his shirt and heard the satisfying crunch of his nose as I slammed my fist into his face. I think that's the first time I ever wanted to kill anyone, but one glance at the surprised look on her face stopped me. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and her mouth gaped open at me. That kept me from hitting him again and I settled for growling out a warning at him and letting him go. He ran like the devil was chasing him. They moved shortly after that. I don't know if the broken nose was the reason, but I was just glad he was gone.

I held out a hand to help her up as she continued to stare at me. After a moment, she asked me who I was and I explained how I knew her. My father told me her name when I saw the picture of her and her mother but I just said "Anytime, Red," when she thanked me. She then primly informed me that she never let anyone call her 'Red', but she'd guessed she could make an exception for me. As far as I know, I'm still the only one that calls her that.

I walked her home, if for no other reason than to be around her just a little longer. When we got to the corner where we would have to go our separate ways I said, "I have to go this way, but I watch until you get into your house." She looked up at me with those incredibly blue eyes for a very long moment, then she tugged on my arm. I leaned down expecting her to say something, but instead she swiftly kissed my cheek before walking quickly to her house. I stood there like a fool, with my hand over the spot where her lips had touched my cheek. I was still standing there like that when she turned and caught me. I knew then that I would do everything in my power to be sure no one ever hurt her. Ever.

Months passed and my father asked her mother to marry him. That created a very strange situation for us. I was getting my wish to be near her, but now I was her brother. I put my energy into being brother-like and my role as protector doubled. Now she was my little sister. It was weird and often awkward, but I never made a false move with her. I was bratty and teasing and annoying just like a brother was supposed to be. It wasn't until she was approaching 18 that I allowed myself to notice what a beautiful woman she was growing into.

I was grateful to leave for college and spent as much time away from home as possible. I had no desire to be tempted by her. She was too young; she was my sister in the eyes of the world and I just found it easier to be away. I hadn't been home in months when Mary called me to ask me to come home for her Red's 18th birthday. I was excited but reluctant at the idea because I knew I was playing with fire. As of Saturday, she wouldn't be too young any longer. I hesitated but realized that I had to know if she felt the same way about me as I did about her.

I drove home from college that Friday evening and arrived just as the parents were leaving for a party. Mary told me Red was out on a date and would be home by midnight. I felt a familiar pang of jealousy when I heard this, but I thought, 'She's beautiful, of course she has a date.' I was half relieved to think that maybe she didn't have feelings for me and half disappointed. Life would be easier if I didn't have the hots for my sister. If only I could just find a girl that measured up to her.

Right around midnight, I saw the lights flash across the window when her date brought her home and it was killing me a little inside when she didn't come in right away. I admit it, I was spying on them. It wasn't easy with the rain pouring down in sheets and I could barely see through the darkness but I peered out at them anyway. Thank god I was watching because I saw her head disappear and her feet begin to pound on the driver's side window. A green-eyed dragon reared up inside me and I think I lost my mind, because the next thing I knew I was sprinting through the rain, wrenching the car door open and pulling her date from on top of her. I was holding him by his shirt in one hand and punching him over and over with the other. I was happily beating the snot out of the guy while Red pulled on my arm and screamed my name over and over, interrupting my attempted murder.

I came back to earth when I saw her face and, like magic, the madness quickly drained away. I was still angry enough to pull the douchebag up by the scruff of his neck and throw him into the driver's seat of his car. As menacingly as I could, I said "Drive away and never talk to my sister again, or I will kill you."

I put my arm around Red and we ran back into the house as quickly as possible through the pouring rain. When I got the door closed behind us, we stood there a moment dripping water onto the floor and just looking at each other. 

She hugged me tight before stepping back and breaking the silence by saying, "I didn't know you were here, but I'm glad you were. It seems like you're always rescuing me."

I smiled down at her and replied, "It seems like you always need rescuing." playfully pulling a strand of her hair, my thumb reaching out to stroke her cheek without my consciously thinking about it. I stared into her bright blue eyes seeing the expectation, the hope in them. She was making it hard. I was trying to resist her, trying not to do what the jerk in the car had done, but I found myself transfixed and leaning toward her. All resistance melted when she licked her lips and I bent down to kiss her just as lights flashed across the window bringing me back to my senses.

I pulled back quickly, reading the disappointment in her eyes, and cleared my throat, "You better get out of those wet clothes and into a bath," I said, 'You'll get sick." I couldn't stop myself, I reached out and stroked her cheek.

She took my hand from her cheek and kissed my palm sending a shiver through me and said, "You too. Hot shower," she paused, "that's an order." Then she turned away and ran up the stairs pausing at the top to turn and look at me for a brief second before disappearing from view. I hurried to get some towels to dry the entryway before heading to my own shower.

The next morning I woke up early to find the parents getting ready to leave for the day for an estate sale. I decided that since they wouldn't be there, I was going to have to be the one to make her special day start out right. I gathered the ingredients for her favorite breakfast; baked vanilla french toast.

I waited for what seemed like forever for her to wake up, until I finally gave in and started brewing the coffee and mixing the batter for the french toast. I put it all together and got it in the oven just hoping the aroma would awaken her. I had already decorated the kitchen with a 'Happy Birthday' tablecloth and silly paper plates. I even got a couple of paper hats out for each of us. Then I sat drinking coffee and trying to read the paper while the french toast cooked.

When it finished, I pulled it out of the oven and was covering it with foil to keep it warm when I heard, "Good morning, Sam."

I jumped about a mile then turned and took in her Scooby-Doo t-shirt and boxers, her mussed hair and sleepy, but sexy smile. I wished her a happy birthday, then made her sit and let me put a silly birthday hat on her. She wasn't thrilled about that but was a good enough sport to at least let me take a picture. I served her breakfast and coffee before sitting across from her. We ate in silence. Now that the moment was here, I had no idea what to say to her or even how to begin to tell her what I was thinking. I just kept sneaking glances at her and catching her doing the same.

"More coffee?" I asked.

She said no and I gathered the plates to throw them away. When I turned she was bent over in the refrigerator putting the syrup away. I watched her shorts ride up the back of her legs and realized that I couldn't wait any longer, I had to take a chance. I moved behind her and when she turned from the fridge, I was right there. I took a step toward her and reached out to take a strand of her hair. I watched a shiver go through her as I said, "So, how's it feel to be 18?"

Her response of, "Feels good. I feel like I can be whatever I want; do whatever I want." was exactly what I wanted to hear. Still, I hesitated and she pulled my arm and I leaned down so she could kiss me on the cheek. I started to straighten up then stopped and before I could change my mind, I kissed her. Her lips were so soft and she yielded to mine immediately, her mouth opening to allow my tongue to tease hers. She kissed me back as hard as I kissed her.

I lifted her off her feet and her legs went around me like the were made to be there. I set her down on the counter and pressed my hard cock into the softest part of her. It took all of my control not to tear her pants off and have her right then and there. Instead, I tugged at the bottom of her t-shirt and she leaned back to give me more access. I ran my hands across her stomach and around her back pulling her shirt up as I went. 

Her skin was so soft and warm and her stomach jumped as I touched it. I looked down as her shirt went up and was rewarded with the sight of the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. Even whiter than the rest of her skin and soft and heavy. Her nipples stood out, pink and perfect, straining toward me. I couldn't resist clamping my lips over one and tugging the nipple into my mouth. Her skin tasted so sweet and the low moan she breathed into my ear was almost my undoing. I lavished the same attention to the other one before finding her lips again, her mouth hot and moist against mine.

Her hands traveled around to my back and down my chest and over my abs. I had hoped that they would continue their downward trajectory, but she moved them around to my back again and then, surprising me, down over each curve of my ass pulling me toward her. I was pressed as hard against her as possible and I marveled at the heat that was radiating out from her. I was about to suggest that we go upstairs when she drew back from me. I heard what she heard. The parents were back.

I swung her down from the counter and we both made a break for the stairs. I stopped at my room watching her continue onto hers. She blew me a kiss as she went inside and closed the door. At least now I had no doubt that she felt the same way I did. But damn I was frustrated. I finished in the shower what we had started in the kitchen but before long my mind wandered back to her and I was forced to turn the hot water off and let the cold spray rain down on me.

After, I paced my room, trying futilely to do some homework I had brought with me. Failing that I flipped through at least a hundred channels on the TV before finally giving up. I went to the window when I heard the back door slide shut and watched her walk to the garden to say hi to Mary. She was wearing a low v-neck t-shirt and a pair of short shorts. My hand found my cock again, nearly unconsciously as I watched her bend over to pick some herbs. I was really trying to save something for her but watching her bend over (and over and over and over) was making me crazy.

I resorted to yet another cold shower, then about 100 push-ups and even more sit-ups when I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it a crack to find her standing there looking and smelling good enough to eat. I was losing it.

"Um, what are you doing in there?" she asked peering around me. "Watching porn?" She looked pointedly at my half-erection.

I opened the door further to reveal that there was no porn on the TV. Like I needed it with her parading around in short shorts. I told her the truth including the two cold showers and she laughed and invited me to come out to the pool with her. I looked at her like she was nuts. How was seeing her wet in a bikini going to help? She said she had a plan to help me out and reminded me that the parents kept the pool super cold, so I relented. I really did want to see her in her wet bikini, but this was going to kill me. But, I was dying to know what this plan was.

She said she'd meet me by the pool and I closed the door to change. After, I made my way through the house carrying a towel in front of me to hide my semi-erect cock. I had no control over it, just the thought of her and it was standing at attention again. I tried thinking of anything else and managed to achieve this half-mast state. But, when I got to the pool and saw her lying on her stomach with her at bathing suit rising up over each luscious cheek of her ass I could feel myself harden again. Damned if I didn't want to just sink my teeth into it!

I groaned and asked her, "How is this helping?"

She laughed and said, "It gets worse. I need you to sunscreen my back."

I was already having trouble hiding my erection, but I couldn't resist the chance to feel her soft skin under my fingertips again. I hid my ever growing cock with my towel and leaned over her and spread the sunscreen into her velvety skin. I asked desperately, "Why are you doing this to me?"

She replied that getting me hot was getting her hot and I smiled in spite of my distress. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. AND, she had a plan. I hardened into granite at the thought of that plan.

"A plan, right." I said as I turned over and laid down on my stomach driving my cock into the chaise under me wishing I were driving it into her, "You know I have to lay on my stomach and it's very uncomfortable." I was trying to sound grumpy, but all I could hear was the frustration in my voice.

I rested my head on my hands and turned to look at her. She stared back for a minute before smiling that devilish smile of hers and rolling over to lie on her back. I swear I drooled as I saw her firm, round breasts come into view. This bikini was the smallest I had ever seen and it barely covered them. It was thin and white and I was dying to see it wet. I could only imagine what the cold water would do to her.

"You know they're leaving on a road-trip, right?" She asked me.

"No! When?" Could the stars really align like this for us?

She told me they were leaving early tomorrow morning and would be at estate sales in Ohio for the next three days. The thought of three days alone to do whatever we wanted made it worse and I said as much. She again told me she had a 'plan' and not to worry. Then she winked at me before calling out to Mary, "Hey mom, would it be ok if I ride with Sam to the restaurant? We want to swim for a while." The parents were stopping at the antique store my dad bought for Mary two years ago. They'd have to leave about an hour before we did in order to do so. My cock twitched as I wondered what we were going to do with that time.

Mary said fine, just don't be late then headed into the house to get ready. Red gave me another devilish smile then suggested we going swimming while we waited for them to leave. We jumped in and came up screaming. The water was so freaking cold, I had no erection left. That was fine with me because I needed a little relief. We played around and acted like kids, dunking each other and racing each other across the pool. I was fine until Red leaned against the wall and propped her elbows behind her, sticking her chest out at me. Her chest was still heaving from our last race and I was mesmerized by the motion of it.

Her skin was glistening and her nipples were hard and clearly outlined through the thin fabric of her bikini top. My mouth watered, dying for a taste of that sweet skin. I knelt down in the pool in front of her to once again hide my growing staff, the cold water suddenly losing its power to keep it under control. She knew it too. She was doing it on purpose.

After answering my query as to when the parents were leaving, she announced she was getting out of the pool and gave me a nice view of her bathing suite clinging to her pussy as she pulled herself out of the water and sat on the wall, her legs spread slightly. Damn, that bathing suit was thin! I watched her walk over to the chairs and dry herself off. It took all I had to keep my hands off my cock as she bent over to dry her legs and feet. She turned to sit and I, not being able to take it anymore, swam away from her, my cock so full of blood it was like a anchor pulling me down.

I swam until I had regained control and deciding that a little payback was in order, got out of the pool and stalked over and stood above her while shaking my head spraying her with icy droplets. She squealed in protest but I just smiled at her. We sat in silence as we waited for the parents to finally leave.

At exactly 4:30, the parents came out of the house and with a reminder to not be late, got in the car and finally drove away. I looked up at Red and she grinned at me and grabbed my hand and we ran into the house as fast as we could. I slid the door shut with my foot and swept her up into my arms to give her the kiss I'd been wanting to give her since our little interlude in the kitchen this morning. When I came up for air I asked her, "Where to?"

"Your room," she replied, surprising me.

"My room? But you've probably got clean sheets and everything." I panicked a little thinking of the clean sheets still sitting in the basket of freshly washed clothes at the foot of my bed.




Just You and I - Sam's Story Pt. 01



"Right, I do and we'll enjoy those tomorrow. Today, it's your room. Don't worry, we're going to be on the bed, not in it. Besides, I want you to think of this every time you walk into your room." She whispered, kissing my neck and sending an electric charge through me.

I groaned, 'My room it is.' and carried her upstairs and pushed the door open with my foot setting her down on the bed as I lowered myself down beside her, never taking my lips from hers. I slid my hands over every inch of available cool flesh, enjoying the silkiness of her skin. I untied her bikini top at the neck and pulled it down, gazing at the creamy perfection of her breasts for a brief moment before covering them in kisses and drawing a soft nipple into my mouth flicking my tongue over it and loving the feeling of it hardening and of her gasp of pleasure as it did. 

Her hands caressed my back before sliding around to my chest, pulling me up to meet her lips again and allowing her hands to reach further down over my abs down to the waistline of my bathing suit.

"Please," she gasped, "take this off."

I quickly complied and she dragged her nails over the soft flesh of my lower belly making the muscles jump as she continued downward to finally put her hands where I wanted them most. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and a rush of blood at the touch of her hand turned it into a rock hard rod of iron. She tightened her grip and slowly stroked me as she slithered down the bed until she was kneeling in front of me, her bright blue eyes looking up into mine.

She watched me as she stroked my cock again, then looked down and licked her lips. Her tongue darted out and she licked a drop of precum off the head of the mushroom tip. I sucked in a breath as she ran the flat of her tongue over the entire head. Her eyes met mine again as she slid the tip into her warm, wet mouth and teased me with her tongue. I closed my eyes with a moan and she slowly slid her mouth down over me. I wanted nothing more than to grab the back of her head and guide her in faster, but some instinct told me this was not something she had ever done before, that I was the first. I gripped the bedspread in my fists in an effort to control that nearly irresistible urge; to let her have the reins. It was torture, but fuck it was good.

She slid me into her mouth over and over again until I was hitting the back of her throat. She worked a little bit faster and my hand strayed to the back of her head. I needed to touch her, to feel the motion of her head as she sucked me. It took everything I had not to push her to go faster and swallow me further. Her mouth was so soft and so wet and before long I blurted out, "Oh god, I'm gonna come. If you don't stop, I'm gonna come in your mouth." I was trying to warn her and at the same time I was hoping she'd let me. 

She murmured "Mmmmm" and the vibration of it drove me over the edge. 

"Oh fuck, Red. That's so good! That's so good! Oh god here I come!" I couldn't help myself I moved my hands to hold her head as I came saying over and over, 'oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!' I looked down at her, boring into her eyes with mine as I watched her swallow almost every last drop of my cum. Just one thin, creamy line dribbled out of the corner of her mouth.

When I was finally spent, I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth and lifted her onto my lap. With one finger I scraped the cum from her chin and held it up in front of her lips. It was so sweet to watch her tongue dart out and lick my finger clean. I kissed her then, trying to communicate to her how much I loved what she just did; how incredible it was. All I could say was, "Good plan."

She kissed me back then hopped off my lap and said, "Now we have to hurry to be ready on time!"

I suggested we share a shower and save water but she laughed and said that we'd never get there on time if we did that. She was right, of course.

I showered and dressed and headed downstairs to wait for Red to finish getting ready. I was just picking up the remote to find something on TV when I heard her at the top of the stairs. I was transfixed when she started down, she was wearing a tight black dress that hugged every curve and made me want to drag her back upstairs to continue where we left off. When I suggested this, she said she'd like to enjoy her birthday dinner thank-you-very-much and then teased me again by casually saying, "Oh, by the way, I'm not wearing underwear."

My cock twitched as I took this in and briefly fantasized about pushing her up against the wall and fucking her until she screamed. By the time I pulled my thoughts back to reality she was already on her way out the door and heading toward my car. I watched her walk for a minute, enjoying the sway of her hips before following her, thinking that I should just drag her back inside and convince her to skip dinner, but then hurrying instead so I could open the car door for her. She trained those big blue eyes on me before slipping in and I flashed back to my bedroom, remembering how she looked up at me as I filled her mouth with my cum. Damn, I was almost hard again! I kept saying to myself, "Just get through the night, just get through the night." 

I closed the door behind her and went around to slip behind the wheel looking down at her legs as I put the car into gear. She was letting her dress ride up and it was nearly mid-thigh. Knowing that she had nothing under there made it so hard to look away. After nearly wrecking twice, I begged her to pull her skirt down and to stop teasing me before we got killed. 

By the time I parked at the restaurant, I was under control and able to resist the urge to pull her into my arms again and kiss her full red lips. Instead, I put a hand on her arm and said, "Wait." as she reached for the door handle. I jumped out of the car and moved around to her side to open the door for her and held out a hand to help her out of the car. I wanted to be a gentleman because I thought of her as a lady. I offered her my elbow as we made our way across the parking lot and she smiled up at me as I opened the door and ushered her inside. I inhaled the scent of lavender as I bent down to push her chair in for her.

As I sat, I looked up to find my father's eyes on me and met his curious look with one of complete innocence. I think he had been suspicious of my feelings for some time now but I wasn't admitting anything unless he came out and asked me.

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner, conversation and Courvoisier stingers afterward while sharing those stories that only family can. It was surreal; I realized I grew up with the girl I wanted most in the world. The girl I was in love with and every time she looked into my eyes that night, I was transported back to my bedroom. Every time she speared me with her eyes, my cock jumped a little. I looked at her as often as I could and stayed semi-hard all through dinner.  I'm not sure how much Mary knew, but from the looks my dad was giving me, I think he knew more than he previously let on.

As we left the restaurant and got back into our cars, I waited for the parents to leave first and after watching their car pull out of the parking lot, I leaned over to Red and whispered, "Happy Birthday, Red." Before kissing her long and deep. I could taste the cognac on her tongue and drank in the flavor of it mixed with her own sweet lips. The drive was long and I knew I still had more family time to endure before I finally had her alone. I had a special gift that I wanted to give her and I didn't want and audience when I gave it to her.

When we reached the house and went inside, we found the parents in the kitchen waiting for us. Mary had brought out cake, ice cream and even some champagne. We sang to her as she sat there smiling shyly and enjoyed the triple layer, death-by-chocolate cake Mary picked up at her favorite bakery. When we had finished our cake, Mary handed Red a present from both her and my dad. It was beautiful pair of antique black diamond earrings which she immediately put on. Dad then asked me where my gift to Red was, cornering me into giving it to her in front of them. 

I went upstairs to get the small package from my bedroom and was once again transported back to earlier today feeling blood surge toward my cock again. She was right, I was going to think of her lips wrapped around my stiff pole every time I walked into this room. I put the thought aside as best I could as I retrieved her gift and returned to the kitchen. I placed it in front of her and sat down next to her to watch her open it. I knew she would like it, I just hoped she knew what it meant; and I hoped the parents didn't.

She opened it slowly and it seemed like forever before she held the small velvet box in her hand. She looked up at me briefly before flipping the lid open to find the ruby and onyx ring I had so carefully kept for her. It had belonged to my mother who died bringing me into this world; I had no memories of her, only this ring. I wanted Red to have it and to know how special she was to me. She slipped it onto the ring finger of her right hand and looked up at me meaningfully. She knew. I sighed, relieved.

Unfortunately, my father also understood the implication of what I had given her. He looked at me for a long moment before nodding his head. I took that as a sign of approval.

We toasted Red's birthday, then Dad announced that he and Mary should think about heading up to bed if they were going to get an early start tomorrow. He raised an eyebrow at me and gave me a small smile before holding his hand out to Mary. She took it and they disappeared up the stairs. 

I gathered the plates and the parents glasses while Red poured the rest of the champagne into ours. When I'd finished, I sat down next to her and picked up my glass and said, "To the prettiest 18 year old I've ever seen."

She smiled and we touched glasses before drinking. She looked at her ring and she wiggled her finger watching it catch the light. "Thank you for this," she said, "I love it."

"I just wanted you to know how special you are to me." I answered seriously, looking into those bright blue eyes. I paused for a moment then said, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course." Was her simple reply.

I hesitated then, taking her hand, asked, "Have you ever had an orgasm that you didn't give yourself?" Her brows furrowed in confusion so I amended, "I mean, has anyone else ever made you come?"

"Oh!" Her eyes widened with surprise but then she said, "Um....no."

I smiled wide and said, "Then sweetie have I got a birthday present for you." I took her glass and set it aside saying, "I'm gonna make you feel so good."

I immediately began to harden as I leaned in and kissed her softly at first, then more urgently. I pulled her onto my lap to straddle me, pushing her skirt up around her waist at the same time. I pressed her bare flesh onto my quickly stiffening erection relishing the heat and moisture I could feel through the thin material of my dress slacks. I slid my kiss to her neck as I lowered the straps of her dress to expose those perfect breasts. My lips found their own path to one firm pink nipple and I licked and sucked it with abandon before moving over to lavish the same attention on the other. She moaned softly fueling my desire while she rocked against my crotch dampening my pants even further. My cock strained against its prison and I had to remind myself that this was all about her pleasure. Not that the thought of giving her her first real orgasm hadn't already given me pleasure.

I moaned at this thought and she said desperately, "Please, I don't want to lose my virginity on the kitchen table." Her virginity! I was relieved to hear her say that. After all, lousy sex can equal no virginity AND no orgasm. I was going to be the first in more ways than one. My cock was all but bursting from my pants, but instead of releasing it, I lifted her off my lap and onto the kitchen table. I slipped her shoe off her dainty foot and pulled her leg up to rest on my shoulder then repeated this action with the other leg. I kissed slowly up her legs to the top of her luscious thighs inhaling the heady aroma of her pussy.

My mouth watered as I pulled my chair in closer to the table, ready to devour the most delicious morsel of my life. She practically mewled in anticipation. I took a moment to enjoy the view before diving in and was rewarded with the most beautiful sight. Her lips were puffy and pink beneath neatly trimmed hair and I had a vague thought of wanting to be the one that shaved her bare. Not that I minded the hair; I just instinctively knew that she would appreciate the feel of my warm tongue on her smooth slick lips. A thought for later, perhaps.

I used two fingers to gently part her outer lips and breathed in the delightful scent of her. There was moisture pooled neatly at the bottom of her slit and her clit was engorged, inviting my tongue to pleasure it. I blew a soft puff of air onto it first making her suck in her breath and I watched with pleasure as the moisture increased and her seductive scent became overwhelming. I couldn't hold back any longer so flicked my eyes up to hers as I ran my tongue up those petal soft inner lips to enjoy my first taste of her. Her eyes widened and she gasped as my tongue slid in between those velvety folds. I lost control a bit at that moment and dove into her pussy with my tongue lapping up every scrumptious drop as she arched her back driving it deeper into her wet, hot hole. Fuck, she was sweet!

I licked my way up and flicked my tongue across her clit and she dropped to her elbows and threw her head back when I gently sucked on it. She moaned low in her throat but the pitch rose as I slipped one finger easily into her. The heat was incredible as she clenched those soft, strong walls around my finger. She fell back against the table clapping both her hands over her mouth as I double-timed my tongue over her swollen nub and added another finger to join the first. She bucked her hips and tightened her legs around my neck pulling my face hard against her pussy as she came, her juices flowing over my fingers. I kept my them inside her throughout her violent orgasm and slid my tongue down to join them. I had never tasted anything sweeter than the honey that was pouring out of her and I softly licked her folds so as not to miss a single drop.

She watched me when I slid my fingers out of her and slipped them into my mouth, her hands still covering her own mouth. I stood up, moving her legs from my shoulders to my hips and leaned into her. I lifted her hands from her face and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips and pressed my rock-hard erection against her still hot, moist pussy sending a tremor through her. The heat coming from her was amazing and I didn't care that the evidence of her orgasm was now dampening the front of my pants. I rocked against her and whispered, "Happy Birthday."

I pulled her up to a sitting position and kissed her tenderly hoping she knew that what just happened meant as much to me as it did to her. I wanted her to come down from this high easily; gently. Her lips were soft and warm and completely pliant against mine driving my desire to a near fever pitch and I had stop before I lost all control. I pulled her dress back up and replaced the straps over her shoulders before lifting her down off the table and pulling her skirt back down, absently smoothing it with my hands. I kissed her again before resting my head against her forehead and saying, "I want to come upstairs with you, but I don't think I should. I won't be able to leave you at your door." I stroked her lips with my thumb and then reached down for her shoes, handing them to her as I continued, "I don't know how I'll get through the next seven hours."

I really meant that. Seven hours seemed like an eternity stretched in front of me. "I know." She said agreeing with me. She tugged my arm and I leaned down so she could kiss me lightly before turning toward the stairs. When she reached them, she turned and suggested, "Try a cold shower." She mounted the stairs giggling.

I shook my head smiling before sitting down and pouring the remainder her champagne into my glass. I sat in the same chair and went over every moment in my mind. My cock remained as hard as ever and I tortured myself by refusing to touch it. I looked down at the front of my pants to see it bulging out, straining against its confines making the damp spots of her fluids stand out in stark relief. I sighed and slugged down the rest of the champagne before moving to finish the cleanup of the kitchen. I put the cake away and give the table a quick wipe (a courtesy for the parents because while I couldn't be sure, I swear it still smelled deliciously like her) and mounted the stairs to head to my own room.

I stood just inside the closed door for a moment undecided. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep, at least not right away, and I didn't relish another workout. I sat on the bed and flipped through the channels on the TV trying to find something, anything, that would take my mind off my ever-present erection. I managed to kill and hour or so, before finally deciding to try the cold shower idea. As I stripped and dumped my clothes in the hamper, I realized two things; first, I didn't want another cold shower and second, if I didn't take care of this hard-on, I wouldn't last five minutes with her in the morning. I stepped into a steaming hot shower and soaped up my body, I looked down at my engorged member and soaped it up too. I closed my eyes and went straight back in time to this afternoon.

My hand became her mouth enveloping my cock in velvety warmth; my thumb, her tongue teasing the head of my shaft. Faster and faster her mouth slid over me; faster and faster, my hand flew. Oh god, I was so close when her eyes flashed through my mind; those eyes that stared into mine as I filled her mouth with my seed. Oh fuck! That was all it took. Cum spewed out from me in thick ropy streams and I had to back up against the wall to keep my balance. I stood there a moment to regain my equilibrium before rinsing the soap from my body and stepping out to wrap a towel around myself. I dried off, pulled on a pair of boxers and gratefully crawled into bed where I promptly fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of the parents moving around and laid in bed with morning wood waiting for them to leave. I wondered if I would wake Red when I went into her room. I wondered if she changed her mind. I wondered if she was scared. Somewhere through the midst of all this wondering, I heard the car doors slam in quick succession and the engine roared to life, then faded away.

I laid there for another few minutes, just trying to calm my pounding heart. I was nervous and excited and needed a moment to get myself together. After another minute I got up and brushed my teeth and ran a hand through my unruly curls before turning and leaving my room. I paused for a moment outside her door, took a breath then went inside. I crossed the room and slipped into bed with her. She was laying on her side facing me and I stared at her for a moment, drinking in her beauty before saying, "Morning beautiful."

"Morning." she answered shyly.

She was scared, I could see it in her eyes so I said, "Don't be scared, I won't do anything before you're ready, ok?" I reached out and pulled a lock of her hair.

"I trust you." she said.

I could see, nerves or not, that she did. She moved closer to me and I met her lips with mine making that familiar spark flare up once again. I reached out to pull her close, surprised and pleased when my hands were greeted only with soft warm flesh. As I moved them over her back, I realized that was all I would find. With not even the thin material of her pajamas to separate us, I pulled her to me pressing her breasts against my chest. It was heaven to feel those pert nipples rake across my chest.




Just You and I - Sam's Story Pt. 01



I pulled away for the briefest moment to shed my boxers then pulled her to me once again, pressing her body fully against mine. Her silky flesh warmed further and I rolled her onto her back. I leaned on one elbow and brushed a strand of hair from her face before stroking her cheek looking into her eyes, trying to express without words how much I cared for her before leaning down to kiss her again.

She relaxed in my arms and opened herself up to me. Returning my kisses with a warm passion that matched my own. I caressed her soft skin, sliding my hand down over her the curve of her waist and resting it briefly on her hip. I stroked one luscious thigh before sliding it back up again to the mound of her breast. She broke from my kiss and pressed her lips to my neck sending a shiver down my body. The feel of her lips on my skin was heavenly and any blood still making it to my brain now flowed steadily downward reinforcing my already hard cock. Her hand traveled up over my chest and around to my back as my muscles tensed and relaxed beneath them. The soft play of her hands against my skin was wonderous.

I bent down to kiss her again as my hand traveled downward to cup the heaviness of her breast. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger earning a whimper of pleasure from her. I trailed my fingers over the concavity of her belly feeling the muscles tensing under my fingers before reaching further down to stroke her thighs and gently nudge them apart. I cupped my hand over her pussy and she ground herself against it. I pressed my palm against her more firmly and stroked her neatly trimmed lips and she spread her legs wider allowing me to slip a finger into that tight, wet hole.

Her pussy gripped my finger like a vice and I moaned, "Oh, honey you're so tight." I put my finger up to her lips and rubbed her juices on them just before kissing her. She wrapped her hand around my cock as I kissed her, savoring the taste of her, but I had other plans. I briefly slid my finger back into her pussy and told her, "I need another taste."

She cried out in protest when I pulled away from her and I reassured her quickly as I turned my body so that I could rest my head on her thigh. I waited a brief moment to let her take my cock in her hands again before pulling her onto her side and burying my face in that luscious pussy. She wrapped her lips around me and pulled me urgently into her mouth at nearly the same moment. It was exquisite and I moaned in appreciation. I sucked hard on her clit as I buried two fingers in her. She was so wet now that they slid right in and I allowed myself to get lost again in the heady flavor of her. I worked quickly hoping to bring her to a fast, hard orgasm. I knew I had succeeded when she cried out loudly -- very, very loudly -- and ground her pussy into my face. I eagerly drank in her delicious nectar, my tongue spearing her repeatedly to gather every drop.

She was so wet, so slippery, so ready. I moved so that I was face-to-face with her again and balanced myself over her with my elbow. She bent her legs at the knees and eagerly spread them wide for me. I rubbed my cock up and down her entrance a few times before sliding in just a little and leaning down to kiss her at the same time. She surprised me by wrapping one leg over my back, pushing me in a little deeper. I stopped when I came to her that thin barrier that confirmed that I was her first and said gently, "This will hurt, I'm sorry but it will." I looked deeply into her eyes, wanting her to know that if I could do this without hurting her, I would. "I'll do it fast so it's over quick, ok? It won't last long." I took note of her confusion and smiled as I added, "I mean the pain won't last long. OK?"

"Ok." She said. The trust in her eyes was almost heartbreaking. I kissed her and thrust into her hard, muffling her cry of pain with my lips.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "I'm so sorry." I kissed her again and went against every fiber of animal lust in my body and held myself in her as she adjusted and the pain subsided. I'm sure it was only a moment, but it seemed to be an eternity before she hooked the other leg around me and pulled me deeper into her. I felt her hands travel down my back then grip my ass in an attempt to pull me even further into her. I nearly lost it then, but I held on and answered her by pulling back out and slamming hard into her again.

I rocked my hips against her and she tilted hers back inviting me deeper with each thrust. She was so tight, I was hanging on by a thread but there was no way I was going to come before she did. I locked my eyes on hers and panted out, "You feel so good baby, you are so damned tight."

She kept her eyes on mine and moaned in response and just started saying my name over and over as we found our rhythm, "Oh yeah. Sam. Sam. Sam. Yeah. Oh yes.....Sam....yes.....Sam, Sam, Sam.....SAM....SAM!!!!!!" 

I leaned down and kissed her as she came, holding myself inside her, feeling her orgasm contract around me squeezing my cock in a vice-like grip. When she had settled down a little, I dropped my head down beside hers and pulled back, almost out of her then slammed back into her to the hilt, bottoming out inside her. Now she whispered her encouragement in my ear, "Yes Sam, come for me, come inside me now!" It was so sweet hearing her beg me to fill her pussy with my cum, and I obliged her a mere moment later as she gripped my cock again with another orgasm of her own. The sensation was amazing and I came harder and longer than I ever had before. I watched her face as she spasmed around me in the throes of what I was sure were multiple orgasms. Her pussy clenched around me again and again before she finally opened her eyes and looked at me with wonder. I kissed her softly and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her chest against mine. I could feel her heart pounding and her thighs quivering. 

I was still kissing her as I rolled off her and pulled her onto her side. I pulled away so I could look at her. She looked beautiful; her face was flushed and her eyes were bright and she smiled a breathless smile at me. I reached out and pulled a strand of her hair. "I love you." I said softly.

"I love you, too." She answered just as softly reaching out to touch my face. I kissed her again and rolled onto my back pulling her with me and she laid her head on my chest. I listened to her breathe and tried to stay awake, but I heard her breathing get deeper and steadier and realized that she was falling asleep, so I gave up fighting and joined her.

To be continued......



Just You and I



Somehow, being handcuffed to a bed face down I feel even more vulnerable than face up. I remember suddenly who is running this show. I hear that sigh of relief as you take your ski mask off. You climb back onto the bed, straddle me and lean down to whisper, "Now we're going to have some real fun." 

Fear takes a little trip up and down my spine and the thought of having no control slams into my brain again. I'm frustrated and confused because I'm so turned on by it. 

You yank me from my thoughts by pulling my legs up so my ass is high in the air. You pile some pillows under me to make me more comfortable. 

You're a considerate rapist. Nice. 

I barely have time to steady myself by grasping the rail of the bed that I'm handcuffed to before you pierce me again.

My pussy is still ultra-sensitive from my last and the pleasure of you filling me again is mind altering. I am only capable of thinking, "so good, so good, so good." I repeat this mantra out load as you fuck me from behind. After a moment, you pull out of me making me cry out at your absence. I'm lost until I feel your tongue on my throbbing pussy and I moan loudly through my panties as your tongue impales me again. 

You move your tongue upward and stop at my little pink rosebud; you hesitate for a millisecond before your tongue is licking me and pushing into me. Feeling you put your tongue in that tight hot hole makes me crazy, but not as crazy as what you do next. You dip your finger in to my pussy then use my own moisture to violate my ass. One knuckle in, you reach around and softly rub my clit; two knuckles, you slide one finger into my pussy while another finger rubs my clit. Your finger is fully in my ass now and you wait a moment while I adjust to its size, then slowly you begin pumping it in and out of me. You pump it in time with the finger in my pussy and the finger on my clit threatening to send me over the edge yet again.

Inconceivably, you stop again! I grasp the bedrail more firmly; sure I know what's coming. You pull your fingers out of my holes and replace the one in my pussy with your magnificent cock again. You pump in and out of me once, twice, three times before you pull most of the way out again and I feel your finger at my ass again. You slide your cock into my pussy at the same time as you slide your finger into my ass. The sensation is overwhelming and I moan loudly. I'm glad I have the panties in my mouth because I can be as loud as I want; and I want, no, I NEED, to be loud. 

Your thrusting becomes faster, more urgent and your finger is sending waves of pleasure through my body. I feel so euphoric that I don't even mind when you replace your single finger with two fingers pumping in and out of my ass. 

I have a death-grip on the bedrail and my eyes are twisted shut from the pleasure/pain overload I am having. As you pump me and finger me toward multiple orgasms, I am suddenly aware of your absence...again! 

You pull the pillows out from under me and roll me to my side. You spoon me from behind and run your hands down my body and back up to cup my breasts. You hook my ankle over your calf, spreading my legs. I feel your pulsating member against my tight hole as you gently begin to push into me. 

"Relax as much as you can and it'll be easier. I'll go slowly, I promise." You say it softly into my ear.

This is almost your regular voice; soft but not a whisper. I can't help but wonder if you forgot yourself or if you want me to recognize you. Is your voice familiar? Yes. Do I remember where I've heard it? I think I do, but nothing's coming to mind. 

And by the way, you promise? 

You're ever the considerate rapist. How nice.

While my ass is stretched to accommodate your now massive cock (remember how excited I was when I saw how big you were? Funny now isn't it?), your brushing your thumbs across my nipples sending little pulses of lightning through my body. 

Once again your deft fingers find my dripping pussy. You bend me to your will by thrusting your finger deep into me, while softly stroking the very center of my existence. I am relaxing now, and opening up to you, so you push in a little more. It feels so good that before I realize it, you are in me almost up to the hilt. You begin to slide in and out fucking my ass a little harder each time. My pussy is clenched around your fingers even as my ass opens up for you more and more with each smooth thrust. 

I'm holding onto the bed rail for dear life as you hammer me harder and faster, my sense of pleasure and pain merge into one until I understand that there really is no difference. I'm moaning like a whore again and I'm careening toward an orgasm like no other orgasm I've ever had.

So it's with quite a shock that awareness of this moment dawns on me. I recognize this as happening before, like déjà vu. Except that I know exactly when and where this happened, it was in my dream tonight and every night before that for as long as I remember erotic dreams. You are the one in my dreams that makes me come harder than ever before and it's about to become a reality. 

The man of my dreams is a rapist. Cool.

Is that why you're so familiar, because I've seen you in my dreams? I don't think so; it's more tangible than that.

You start to whisper sweet nothings in my ear again. 

"You like that whore? You like me fucking you in the ass? Yeah? I'll come back and do it again sometime, sound good to you?" Certain words got special emphasis with a thrust deeper into my ass with each word. You squeeze my breast; hard. A little louder now, almost your normal voice again you say, "You love it when I fuck your ass!" 

Another squeeze, another thrust 

"Mmmm-hmmm" I mumble through the panties, because I do like it. No, I don't just like it, I love it. I love feeling you fuck my ass and pussy at the same time, again surrendering to your complete control. My body melts into yours with every jab into my ass with every stab into my pussy. 

"You're mine from now on, you're only mine. You only fuck who I say you can fuck, got it?" I nod. "And you fuck whomever I tell you to fuck, understood?" I nod again. 

Wait a minute. 

'Whomever?' 

Another lock opens up in my mind and I come closer to your identity. If you don't stop using your regular voice, I'll figure it out soon. 

You're growling at me again. "I'm going to fuck your ass tonight; another night I'm going to let someone else fuck you in the ass. Every time I cum to see you, I'll bring someone new." 

You're saying all this too me, driving your cock into my ass, your fingers buried in my pussy, rubbing my g-spot from both sides and I am now truly flying toward orgasm. I can tell you are close to coming too when you tighten your grip on my breast and press your finger on my clit and g-spot at the same time. 

You are pummeling my ass and my moaning is getting too loud for even the panties to contain. I am beyond all rational thought and can only make cavewoman noises. I just grunt and moan incoherently as you pound into me. Your next thrust you hold inside me and it signals your release. I feel your hot sperm spurt deep, deep inside me. 

Like a chain reaction, I have liftoff and hurtle through space toward a supernova. I am awash in orgasm after orgasm, overlapping and overwhelming me. So much so I actually lose consciousness. 

You fucked me into a coma. 

Really? 

Proud of yourself?

***************

I awaken the next morning assuming for a moment that it was just a dream, my erotic dream. 

Then the pain hits me. 

First and foremost is my massively dry throat. My wrists are red and raw from the handcuffs, my jaw hurts, my nipples hurt, my pussy is raw and dripping....wait a minute my ASS is raw and dripping! 

It was real this time. 

As I lay here trying think of something other than a swift death (that's how sore I am), I try to pull specific memories of you to mind. It is difficult though, as my mind is fuzzy from sleep and still on sensory overload. 

All I can remember is that I thought at one point that I might recognize your voice and your physique looks familiar. Not helpful at all really. Oh tan lines! You have tan lines: like you wear a tank everyday...

I look around and see a towel at the foot of the bed, a full bottle of water and the blankets are pulled up and covering me completely. You cleaned me up, made sure had water for when I woke up thirsty (smart boy, thanks), and tucked me in before you left. 

Such a considerate rapist.

I know your eyes and I can't wait to "see" you again.



Just You & Me



It rained heavily as we packed the car. Your jacket was soaked by the time we were done, so you left it behind and got behind the wheel in that sweater I knitted for you last Christmas. The white colour looks great against your dark skin. I knew it would.

We drove through the wet streets and out of town. It was 4 in the afternoon, and the sun was already close to the horizon. I looked at you. You look so handsome, so manly. I looked at your hands steering the car. Why do I always find you so attractive when you drive a car?

You caught me looking at you and gave me a smile. I put my hand on your thigh, and felt your strong muscles.

-This is going to be a great weekend, you said.

-It already is, I answered.

And it was. All the little things made it great. Planning it, arranging a combined house/babysitter, packing our bags, going in the car with you... With you. Being with you has never ceased being great. My friend. My love.

Out in the countryside, the autumn trees were burning in red, orange and yellow. Leaves were drifting in the wind or mouldering brown on the wet ground. We arrived at our cabin just as the sun went down. The wind was chilly, and the rain was still pouring down. We grabbed our bags and ran to the house. We got a bit wet while I fumbled to get the right key to open the door. Then finally we got indoors, and I turned the lights on. 

The cabin wasn't big, just two rooms. A bedroom and a living room, with a tiny kitchen in one end and a fireplace in the other. The whole house was made out of chunky logs, the rugs on the floor were hand woven, and there was a big fur on the floor in front of the fireplace. I couldn't tell what animal it had belonged to, but you told me that it was a bear.

We took our bags into the bedroom and unpacked them, putting underwear and socks in the drawers of a small cabinet, and then we tucked the bags away under the bed. 

Your sweater was damp, so you went to start a fire in the fireplace. I took the plastic bag I had brought into the mini kitchen, and took out cans of beans, tomatoes, and tuna, a package of eggs, a bottle of milk, different types of bread, a box of pasta, and a ham wrapped in paper.

While you made a fire, I worked my magic in the kitchen. When the room was warm, and the smell of burning wood blended with that of tomatoes and spices, you went around the room, taking something out of a plastic bag of your own, placing out things. As I poured the Carbonara pasta sauce over to plates of pasta and topped them with yolks and black pepper, you turned the lights off, and 30-something candles spread their soft light over the room, together with the fire from the fire place.

-Oh, honey! I beamed. 

You smiled at me, and sat down at the table, while I served the pasta. As I took the heated garlic rolls out of the oven, I heard a "cling" sound, and as I looked up, you poured red wine in two glasses. I put the garlic bread on the table, and accepted the wine you gave me. I raised my glass.

-To my soulmate, I said.

You raised your glass.

-To my beloved wife, you said.

Our glasses touched with another "cling", and we drank to our love, our life together.

We talked about funny memories while we ate. As by a silent mutual agreement, we only spoke of the memories that the two of us shared – our many trips together, our first home in a small condo before we bought the house together, our hard work to make that old house a home, personal and comfortable, truly OURS. We didn't mention our child. This was our night. Only for the two of us. 

When we had finished our meal, we left everything for tomorrow, and got up.

-Do you want to dance? I said.

You took me in your arms.

-Where's the music? you asked.

-I'll sing to us, I said.

I sang a melody from my country, a slow and beautiful love song, and we danced, dragged our feet slowly around the same spot, until we stopped, and you silenced my song with a kiss.

We sank to our knees on the fur in front of the fireplace. You opened my blouse, button by button, and I held your cheeks and we kissed. When my blouse was open, you unhooked my bra in the front, and bent down and kissed my breasts. You sucked on my nipples. I took off my blouse and bra. You kissed my stomach, still not slim after child birth, with tenderness and worship. Your skin gleamed in the light of the fire. I wanted to see that light all over your body, so I interrupted your sucking, even though it felt oh!, so good. I pulled off both your sweater and your T-shirt in one move, and let my hands glide over your wide shoulders, over your broad chest, and down over your stomach. You're not as slim and muscular as that first time that we made love, but you're sexy. Handsome and masculine. Touching you still – always – makes me aroused. 

You ran your fingers through my hair, and I looked into your warm, brown eyes. Your eyes said "I love you" before you did. I put the palm of my hand over your heart and said "I love you too". Your hands were everywhere when you kissed me. I vaguely remember laying on my back on the fur, naked, smiling, watching your beautiful naked body, before you and I united, melting together, as we moved with each other, dancing in front of the dancing flames. You caressed my hair, kissed my face, looked down at me and smiled when I put my arms around you, wrapped my legs around your back, and sighed with satisfaction.

-Come with me, you said, and brought me back to the top.

This time I clung on to you as I pressed my inside against your manhood, squeezed it within me, and moaned.

-You're so beautiful when you come, you whispered. You look so satisfied.

-It's so good! I purred, like a cat. You're so good! I want to see you when you come.

-Not yet, you smiled, and slowed down your pace. I don't want to come yet. I want to take my time and just enjoy being inside of you.

You moved in and out in a slow, steady pace that drove me close to the edge, but never allowed me deliverance from my sweet torture. I moved my hips, placed my hands on your butt and pressed you into me, begged for you to release me from this wait that was driving me crazy, but you just smiled teasingly at me, and slowly pushed as deep into me as you could. 

-Darling, please... I said. You kissed me, and suddenly withdrew and pushed yourself back in, in a strong push that made my body shiver.

-Oh, yes! I gasped. Honey, yes!

You picked up the pace, and pushed deep and hard and fast into me. Your hands grabbed mine, and we entwined our fingers as we moved together, closer, closer, and your moans joined mine, and then we came together, me cramping around your pulsating manhood, as it filled my inside with hot seed. We moaned, shouted, and our hands squeezed each other hard.

I held you in my arms, and you buried your face in my hair. We breathed heavily. 

-I love you, I whispered.

You pulled yourself out, and lay next to me on the fur. You pulled me close, and I rested my head on your chest.

-I love you too, you said.

The rain made a cozy noise against the windows and the roof top.



Just You and Me



"Come here, and stand before me my sweet Firebrand."

A line out of the blue, punctuated with the keyword that signals that it is a command, not a request. The moment was awkward given your frustration with homework and tests and just dealing with your hectic schedule. You are about to vocalize the protest when I repeat myself more fully, cutting off your words.

"Here, now."

Downstairs in the living room, half-light falling in through the closed blinds, you reluctantly step out of your seat by the dinning table and walk to where I am standing at the couch.

"The rest of the day is mine. Are you ready to serve?"

"But, I...", you rebutt again.

Stepping in close, eyes narrowing. "You are only to speak, in reply through yes or no, and sir, master or m' lord. Is that understood?"

You nod your agreement reluctantly, though inside your mood begins to shift to more devious ideas.

"What was that?"

"Yes m'lord."

"Good, now stand here, turn, and put your hands on the back of the couch. Do not move until I give you permission."

You take up the position with curiosity. Once I see that you're in a satisfactory stance, I go upstairs to retrieve a few things. I return with you unmoved and stand closely behind you. "You've been a bad girl with your hesitation and back-talking. For that, you will be punished." The blindfold falls over your eyes.

You can hear me walk around the room. Drawing out the tension of the moment, I think I can hear you whimper for just a moment before collecting yourself once more. I finish my circuit around the room, and my voice, my breath has returned to your ear. Your breathing catches for a moment as I speak. "How do you feel my dearest? Excited, nervous, anxious?"

"Yes m'lord."

"But we haven't even started yet. You are a bad girl." The smirk in my voice lets you know that the play of this is exciting for me as well.

You feel my fingers take hold of the bottom of your shirt. I pull it over your head and let it pool at your hands as they grip the back of the couch. Any movement on your part is admonished. "I didn't tell you to move," and you can feel my intent. The shirt helping restrict your movement. Your skin ripples with the exposure to air, and my lips along your gorgeous neck-line leaving little red teethmarks long its curve. My hands sliding forward to cup and hold your full breasts feeling the weight even as they are wrapped in your bra still. Massaging your breasts in slow steady circles, then with a flick, unfasten that front clasp. Your nipples growing harder under just this simple attention. I know how you love having your breasts played with, but it's not time for that just yet. I have more plans for them in the future, so off comes your bra, around and over to join your t-shirt around your wrists.

Next, my arms wrap around you, pulling myself close into your body. You can feel my cock hard and straining against my jeans as I press it firmly to your ass. My fingers un-fastening your own jeans, then deftly dipping into your underwear to tease your lips. But just a tease. You whimper as I leave to pull your jeans and underwear roll off your hips and down to your feet, pooling there, holding you in place just a bit more.

Taking a step back, I smile to myself admiring the view. Watching you begin to squirm under the anticipation and excitement that the blindfold helps instill. Gazing over your sensual curves with a certain hunger that the flogger in my hand will help satisfy. But you can only wonder what my next move may be. Hearing me back there, waiting. You hate the waiting, but it draws out the excitement. Get on with it you think to yourself, but dare not speak.

There's an advantage here that we don't have in other areas of the house. There's enough room for me to gather a full swing as the tails of the leather straps of our exquisite flogger fly through the air. The first strike comes as a shock and you call out, widening the smile on my face. The many red fingers leaving only a light mark upon the pale skin of your ass. But that first strike generates the momentum.

Swing... hit.

Swing... hit.

Swing... hit.

The strikes starting at but a moderate power. The rhythm sets in. Your ass shifting colors into a wonderful pink. From side to side, the strikes across your skin move with a passionate force. Your moans and cries growing as we work our way up. Slowly, moderately light at first, but with growing intent, growing need. Strikes up your back hungrily devouring the pure light skin. The massage of the leather fingers leaving their evidence in their wake. More and more.

Woosh - smack.

Woosh - smack.

Woosh - smack.

Your body squirms after each strike. Your hips rolling from side to side, and hungrily humping the air front to back. I love as the endorphins fill your head. You become the sexual beast. Needing, wanting, willing to do what I say, when I say it in the hopes that you will get fucked later. Longing for release, I can feel that desire building in you, it only gets me more excited. But I'm not ready for you yet. I'm not done, even given the wonderfully full red shade your back and rear have become for me. I'm just done with your back.

Whimpering as the swings stop coming, I speak quietly into your ear once more. "When I say, I want you to step out of your clothes that have gathered, and turn around." Your breathing at this point comes in short quick bursts. Your heart is beating a mile-a-minute, and your face and chest are flushed from your excitement. First we pull your hands out from your shirt and bra. Then using the balance of the couch, I help you step out of the puddle of denim and cotton upon the floor, and turn you around, placing your hands behind your back on the couch. "That's my good girl, but your punishment isn't over yet. Those breasts are just begging for some attention." I adjust your positioning slightly so that your tits are thrusted forward and your head is back. Your weight balanced against the couch back.

From side to side I sway the leather flogger. It's fingers moving gently to start, brushing against your nipples that quickly stiffen more than before. The swaying picks up tempo and strength. I can almost see your heart beating the way your breasts press forward, your nipples hungry for more and more. Back and forth... the straps' tips now exerting their efforts more intently, your breasts and nipples deepening in their color. The wind of the swings picking up. Your moaning growing along with it.

Smack... "Ooh" Slap... "Mmm"

"You like that don't you?"

"Y-y-yes m'lord," Your breathing labored, and the continued excitement has your head swaying.

"You love having your breasts flogged?"

"Y-y-yes... (smack)Mmmmm..." I stop swinging at this point. Your breasts turning a very nice shade of red.

"Say it. Say you love having your breasts smacked." I know how this gets to you. This is where I draw it out of you. I can already hear you hesitate because saying it is so... dirty... for you. To admit that you like these things. And this process only excites me more. "Say it..." A command.

"I-I-I love it. I love having my breasts smacked."

"Again."

"I love having my breasts smacked. M'Lord."

"Wonderful, my sweet. More to it then." And with that, a handful more of steady-rhythm strikes with the flogger. Your breasts heaving at this point. Gasping and moaning throughout them. Your legs squirming as your excitement fills the room. I love the smell of you in this state. I love as the fire of your hungry passions dances around you. Blindfolded, reddened, gorgeous, excited. A low growl for the last few, as my own excitement pushes to get the better of me. But I'm not done with you yet.

Your skin glistens and tingles from what it's just been through. Coming close to you, just my breath sends goose-bumps rippling across its surface. My hands are covered in fur, and that lingering tingling soft and gentle contrasting severely with the leather we just finished up with, and you scream outright. With you gasping, I continue my assault of gentleness upon your flesh. Grazing your nipples and breasts. Teasing your cunt lips and clit. Drawing the fur along your back side while making you stand for me. Holding you up with my other hand. Around you I walk and tease and touch with such a piece of fur to cause you to twitch and quiver for me. All the while, whispering in your ear rude things. Purring "Yess" when you twitch or moan. Gasping and sighing with you as you cry out. Hand of pain gone, hand of pleasure teasing every inch of you.

My voice once more in your ear, "Your punishment is through, but I'm not done with you. I have something very important to me, and also to you. Do you know what it is?"

Knowing that you're wearing my heart, you shake your head not really knowing what I'm thinking of. "No M'lord."

"There is a collar that has not probably been initiated to you. Nor you to it." I can hear you moan at it's mention. "You mentioned that you wanted to serve me. The collar is for those who are owned and serve their owners. Is that still your desire?" I can see your thighs spasm at the word owned and a whimper ripples inside you.

"Oh Yes M'lord." Though you are probably thinking 'I do so wish you'd fuck me - make me come.'

"Since you are blind folded, I want you to become familiar with this collar by feel. This is the start of earning the privilege of wearing it. When you wear it, I want you to want to wear it as a personal badge of pride. Now put out your hands." Your hands extend and in them is placed the collar that you know. I step back and allow you to feel it, run it around in your hands gaining a new appreciation for it with the blindfold on.

A few moments of your experience of that alone goes by before I begin whispering in your ear once more. "You've seen it, now you are feeling it without that sight. That simple symbol that you are ... mine. That lock, that collar, around your neck. Everyone will know and you will be proud to wear it and show it off because you are claimed." The claiming also happening even as I speak the words in your ear. The growl in my voice hungry for you. My breath cascading around you, seeming to pull you into me with each word. "This is the third and final time that I will ask. There is no going back from here. Can you handle what I'm asking of you? Do you truly want to be owned? For all the world to see? You *will* wear this in public when *I* desire it."

I can feel you shiver at the thought. The words then begin to tumble out, "Oh, yes, please, m'lord, please own me. I'm yours."

The wonderful feeling flows between us and is reciprocated in my own voice and touch. "Wonderful my pet." My hand coming to caress your face. "You will come to me ready to serve when ever I call for you. And when this collar graces upon your gorgeous neck, it will put you in that space. As your owner, I will need to take care of you. Ensure your safety and security, but with that responsibility comes the privilege that I can do with you what I want." Through these words whispered in your ear, the fingers of my other hand have been teasing your lips and clit. Feeling how wet you are from this entire experience. Sliding along your lips and clit slowly to make you squirm further. "Now, while you are still blind folded, I want you to undress me. Take your time, my shoes are already off. I know you are excited. I can feel your excitement."

You kneel down before me and reach around my feet, to pull off the socks. Your hands wrap around my feet and ankles as you kiss them gently. Then, sliding your slightly trembling hands up my legs, find my belt buckle. Even through the thick denim you can feel the heat of my own excitement. Loosening the buckle and un-buttoning the fly of my jeans, my cock springs forth into your hand. Swallowing hard, you grace your lips upon it. A moan of enjoyment escapes my lips upon your kiss. My fingers curling in your hair for just a moment before I remind you to move on. "I told you to undress me, not make me come in your mouth." The words said with a smile you can hear. Your hands slide slowly around, grasping my ass for a moment before pulling my underwear and jeans down to my feet. I step out of them and help you back up to stand before me once more.

You step behind me, running your hands along my chest and shoulder to use as a guide, and pull my t-shirt off and over my head. Pulling me close, you press your still warm and tingling body, hard nipples like little diamonds into my back, holding me close to you in a warm embrace. Some long moments with your arms wrapped around me, and my holding you as I can, we break and I turn around to guide you to the comfy chair.

"Sit down and tell me, show me how hungry you are." I help you sit in the chair, and instantly your hands go to that hungry dripping cunt. Your hips are rocking back and forth as your fingers turn into a flurry of motion over your clit and lips with you moaning like a banshee. After a moment of this, my hard cock, invisible to you because of your blindfold, bouncing slightly as I kneel before you, I grab your hands, pulling them away from your hungry nethers. Your whimper exclaiming your displeasure. "I said show AND tell me. Tell me how hungry you are. Tell me what my hungry pet's cunt wants. Then you may be allowed to show me again."

"Oh master, please fuck me. Please fill me. I need it so badly." Gone is your inhibitions at this point. Your hips rocking trying to get some sensation, some pleasure from the slick leather chair. Too much teasing, too much playing over all this. Where you may have hesitated before, now I have pulled the slut out of its dark corner. A growl rumbles in my chest at your words.

"That's wonderful my pet. I love hearing your wonton words of desire. It makes my cock jump at each one. I love knowing the passions of the slut that's mine, all mine." Hungry words as I hold you squirming. I let go of one of your hands for just a moment. "Don't move your hands." Returning to lash your hands to the arms of the chair. Struggling, whimpering as I restrain both of your forearms with a smile. "You will get to come my dearest. It's my turn to do make you come and scream, and then, only then will I be ready to fuck you."

I pull your ass forward along the seat, and place a kiss upon those nether lips eliciting a gasp and very satisfied groan from you. But the kiss is short lived as I shift. You ass is before me so nicely. That you hear something... a vibrator starting up. Next thing you know, the head of the vibe is pressed gently against your ass, and followed not far behind, my lips and tongue return to your cunt and clit.

"Oh mmm..." You never finish your expletive. You hungry gasps and moans are all that come forth vocally. That tell-tale tension ripples through your body as you as so close already. The pulsing vibe sending tingling from behind, as my tongue and lips send it from the front. Drawing you up and up towards climax. As you get more and more excited, the hand holding the vibe varies the pressure against your ass, the small head teasing you as my lips and tongue suck and flick against your hungry clit.

I draw you into my mouth sucking on that little bud, flicking it with my tongue hungrily. More and more you start moaning. I know your very close now, I press the vibe against your ass hole and pick up the pace with my tongue. Your body stretched out like a bow. And you scream as the release comes. "Oh god don't stop." Sucking and flicking you through your orgasm. You cunt clutching, and honey spread over my face.

Your head is swimming at this point, blinded and tied down, fingers and toes tingling. Hips squirming as your body glows from the experience. My own hunger at this point is exceptional. Your orgasm having fed it on further. Nevermind all the build-up leading to this point including just the vision of you in this state: hyper- sexed, freshly orgasm'd and dying to be filled. When it comes to our sexuality. There are few things that can top this.

"I want you now." Untying your hands to free you from the binds that make fucking you difficult. Rubbing your wrists, you hazily revel in the after effects from the ropes. Those sensations made more prominent from your climax. I help you to your feet, taking you back to the couch back, and bend you over at the waist to expose you perfectly to be taken from behind. "But you'll have to wait for another few moments." Another whimper.

The anticipation once more hits you as you sit there with your ass in the air, hands forward on the seat of the couch helping stabilize. I love this part. The wanting, the needing that courses through you when the space of time separates one movement segment from the next. The time it takes comes from the sounds of me taking my own time to walk around you again. I almost think you can smell me and my own special smell as I walk in front of the couch rather than hearing the movements. I can hear the words curling in your head, almost dribbling out of your lips much like your honey from your cunt. "please fuck me... fuck me... master fuck me..."

My own desires are getting the better of me at this point. I can't make it more than once around when I stand at the entrance to your cunt, my cock throbbing in my hand. You're so wet that I slide through your velvet vice all the way to the hilt in one movement. Our groans echoing in the house in mutual satisfaction and relief. It feels always so right like this. Your back arching and hips pressing back against me, despite being pinned to the couch by my body weight. A couple slow strokes, in and out, in and out, illiciting wonderful gasps of "mmmm Ooohh," from your lips. Then as I pick up the pace, I reach out and pull your head back with my fingers through your hair. Your wonderfully arched back and my hands don't stay still, their job only drives my cock to piston you harder, and faster. Your whimpering cries matching the pace and rising in volume. The soreness from the flogging sending tendrils of a new type of sensation along with the driving of our sex. The hungry thrusts of my hips with the clawed fingers pulling your whole body into mine trying to fuse us that much closer together.

Writhing and pulsing our moans and cries resonate through the whole house, probably even disturbing the neighbors. All that lost in the very animal needs of our coupling. Fingers in your hair arching your back up to me. My voice in your ear incoherently claiming you in the vocalizations. Almost catching me by surprise, but in no way mildly, I begin to twitch and shake with my climax. Your gasping and wonderfully cry out thanking me for my own orgasm. How you love making me come. How you love feeling those spasms. And how light-headed we are from them. Using the couch for support, I stand you up and pull you close to me. My arms wrapped up, and the twitching dying down as our breathing settles. Eventually growing soft as we catch our breath, sighing and cooing together in wonderful afterglow. I pull the blindfold off. Holding your head in my hands, "You are my wonderful love and pet. You make me so happy."



Just You And Me



"I want you," I whisper with severe intensity. You respond with a slow charge toward my face with yours. Your movement starts with your knee. Kneeling to me you half crawl on top of me. I move my legs so you can get as close as you want. You hover over me for some time. I grab the back of your neck and shove your lips to mine. They're so soft and responsive. I bite your bottom lip and pull you closer still. I peck the corners of your mouth and hug you tight. You bend down and kiss my neck burying your face. I love this. Your tongue licks my neck and shoulder and I feel my nipples react. A warm sensation wafts completely over me. I wrap my wrists around your neck and I fit you on to me with all of your weight and chest muscles pressed nicely on my breasts. You kneel down and lay on top of me.

I breathe heavily wanting more of you. I pull your hair and bring you to me to feel your lips again. We engage in a passionate kiss and you brush back my bangs from my face and stroke my cheek. Afterwards, you fit your hand on my neck.

I cannot help but be wet now. Feeling your hand on my throat and thinking to myself about all the things you could do to me as you please, maybe as roughly as you want. I notice this warm feeling satisfying my pussy. I wonder if you are enjoying yourself as well. 

You stop kissing me and trail your lips to my chest. You descend down my body and press your face into my cleavage. Button by button you kiss lower until your nose rests right in between my breasts and you begin to use more than your lips. You pull one side of my shirt off, exposing my breast and then the other. You tell me to take off my bra. Immediately I obey. I blush. You smile and quickly snap back and begin using your tongue and hands to caress me. You run your tongue over my nipples and your hands caress and cup under them. With every breath my breasts rise and fall and I gasp as you surprise me with a little nip at my nipple. I look down at you and smirk as you look up at me and you drag your lips to right above my breast. We both know what you are going to do. You smile a little, I squint in anticipation, and I lay my head back. You lightly kiss where you are about to devour. I don't have to wait long before a sharp pain descends from my breast to my navel and back up to my neck. A few seconds pass and with each one you bite down a little harder, showing no mercy. Nearly gritting your teeth I whimper a little and you don't let up. Instead you move your bite to a different place a couple of inches up and start over. Your pace quickens and I whisper a small "mm." One last tug and nip at that place and finally you let go leaving teeth marks. You look at me the way you do and kiss up to my lips breathing warm and heavily. I'm dripping by now. 

You kiss my body from my neck to my nipples all the way down to the start of my jeans. My face burns as you begin to tug at the button. It releases and you unzip them kissing every bit of skin you uncover. Soon you come to my dark purple g-string. You playfully tug at it with your teeth and keep kissing my mid-section and hips. While doing this, you inch my tight jeans down and around my thighs. You take a large palm-sized grip of my ass and squeeze. You press your face over my underwear and bite a little. You touch my waist and drag your fingertips over my stomach and pelvis giving me goose-bumps and impossibly enough making me even more wet. 

You pop back up to my face and kiss me passionately while pushing and pressing your fingers on my pussy. Teasing me you press my clit through my underwear and rock back and forth. You vary the pressure, but remain constant with your intense kisses. I start to jolt a little and almost cannot take it. You slide your whole hand over me and you can feel how damp I am already. You sneak one finger around and in my panties and draw your finger up my wet pussy with no penetration driving me crazy. You unfortunately stop, but proceed teasing me with your thumb. You stop kissing me to watch how I react. I try to kiss you to avoid this but you resist and I lie back and slightly involuntarily twitch. I try so hard to suppress any sounds or facial expressions and I feel it's impossible. I put my arms across my face to conceal it. You chuckle and slow your fingers so you can concentrate on balance while grabbing both my wrists and holding them above my head. My blushed face is now exposed and you continue. I keep trying my best to still hide it. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut. I soon decide I can't take this anymore. My head leans back, my back arches, and I let out a well-induced moan, still trying to be quiet. I gasp and moan again- you smile a little. You slow down. I pant and groan.

You kiss me and let go of my wrists. Your tongue slides down my body and I close my eyes. I feel you stop with your fingers and pull my panties aside. I feel the tip of your warm tongue slide over my clit. This surprises me and I snap my eyes open and shivers run down my spine. You start to play. Your tongue runs flat against my clit and then lightly tickles it with its tip. With nearly every stroke I fight to let you stay in between my legs, instead of snapping them shut to stop letting you torture me anymore. I think I am at my limit when using only the tip of your tongue, you glide over my whole pussy and its wetness as lightly as you can. This feels so good-too good; I get frustrated. I try to touch my breasts-for your visual enjoyment and also for some kind of relief, but nothing. If anything it makes it worse. I stop and touch my face; it's burning up. I even feel my feet getting hot in the soles under my socks. I slide my hands down to your head and caress your face, running my fingers through your hair. You begin sucking my clit now.

That is it. I can't help but to push you closer to my pussy inducing near suffocation. At this, you promptly quicken your strokes and suck harder still. Your tongue penetrates me-not all the way. I raise my hips to your face but you withhold and laugh at my distress. You lick me a bit more but stop right before I can cum. You begin kissing me, your pants and rock hard cock rubbing up against me. I'm soaking your pants and the texture of your jeans is driving me crazy rubbing my clit. Still deeply kissing me, you trail your hands all over my body; squeezing my breasts, rubbing them hard, and kiss down to my stomach. I let a moan out into your mouth when you turn your wrist and begin traveling under my underwear.

Your left hand wraps around my head and grips my hair. You still kiss me forcefully. The other's fingers slide down my pussy and a tingling sensation emulates from my clit. I get distracted and stop kissing you momentarily. You stop as well. Jerking my head back a little I snap back and put your full weight on me, wrapping your leg around mine. You get comfortable and bite my lip. At the same time you plunge your finger into me. I moan again and again as you begin to penetrate me, still trying to be quiet. You stop kissing me and lean your head on my shoulder, kissing it. Licking and sucking my neck and shoulder you move faster and start to alternate between touching me inside and teasing my clit. My legs are shaking almost uncontrollably and I stop them, replacing their movement by tightening up my stomach and letting out a louder moan.

Upon hearing this you stop kissing my neck and touching me. My eyes open and you stare right at me. You stick your middle finger in your mouth, it piercing your lips and you taste me. This turns me on so bad I get more soaking wet than I already am. After I am all off of you, you simultaneously lick your first finger it too gets wet. You pull your fingers out of your mouth and, with your thumb, make way through my panties to put your hand on me again. You kiss and suck my bottom lip and give me a quick peck. I feel your positioning fingers and you plunge my pussy with your wide fingers making me gasp. They're so soft but your movements characterize them as rough inside me. I'm already craving you. 

My mind wanders a little and I imagine you on top of me, pelvic thrusting with every thrust you make with your fingers. I moan and imagine you from behind, fucking me. Holding my thighs, pulling me to you, your hands now moving to my hips and both of you, real and imaginary, fuck me faster. Your back muscles tighten and let loose as you keep pulling me to you. Your broad shoulders cast a shadow over my tiny body compared to yours. I open my eyes as you suck on my lip again. Your weight on my breasts and licking tongue on my neck makes any movement by your hand more intense. I feel your sliding fingers penetrating in and out of me. While your finger caresses my clit, your thumb presses down with every time I feel you sink your fingers into my warm soaked pussy. Slowly my legs, both involuntarily and voluntarily, spread and my hips move to meet your hand or to escape the over powering feelings you give me. I cannot take much more of this.

You kiss me again and I force you back sitting up. You hold the back of my head and powerfully kiss me, kneeling over my spread legs. Your fingers quicken their pace still digging into me, yanking and pulling my desire for you to new heights. I roll my hips to you and bite your lip. My hands run down your chest to your belt. I tug at it playfully and run my hands all down your back with my nails scratching at you, returning the goosebumps. My fingers slip into the back of your pants and follow your hips to the front toward your sexy stomach and hip bones. I tug more with a bit of purpose. You're still going at me and I can barely keep steady and focused. Your fingers keep digging inside of me, calling me out, nearly scraping against my g-spot. The pressure builds inside of me and I grip your hand and moan. I whisper, "Go slow...slower...slower," until I gasp and squirt all over your hand.

After a half-a-second recovery, I catch my breath. I decide to take care of you for a while. I stop your hand and you look at me inquisitively. You playfully fight back I smile and laugh before giving you a face telling you I'm serious. I take your hands into mine and lift the hand still soaked with me to my parted lips. Your fingertips rest on my lips and I begin sucking them. The warmth of my mouth and smoothness of my tongue, envelopes them. You stare into my eyes and I into yours. You hold your breath for a second and smirk as I close my eyes and my mouth descends further down your fingers until I engulf them completely. I suck at your first knuckles and slip my tongue between them to taste myself.

Once I get me off you, I slide my head and mouth back up to your fingers to their tips again. You exhale. I hold your hand and put it on my breast. You go to push me down again but I resist and push back on you. I kiss you and lead you to lay back. I straddle you only with my g-string on and my button up black shirt hanging on my body. My nipples are all that are covered-barely. I grind my hips into yours. I can feel you; now there being no mistake. You are hard and hopefully wanting me as much as I want you. I kiss you softly and gradually increase pressure as my cooling off period ends. I sit up, having you leaning on me, my breasts in your face. You first lick and suck my breast where you bit before but then use your hands to cup them to engulf my nipple fully in your mouth. Each breast gets a turn and you press my cleavage into your face again kissing it and wrapping your arms around my waist. I push you away just enough to reach around and pull your shirt over your sexy broad shoulders. Up and over your head it comes and I toss it aside not caring at all where it lands. I push my chest into yours and hug you tight. I lean back and I can still feel you hard in your jeans as I kiss your soft lips. I bite your lip and you push me away so you can run your lips over my breast bone and slowly peel away my shirt. My shoulders are bare and you kiss them moving your attention to my breasts-firm in your face and my nipples so excited from you touching me. You take one into your mouth and suck gently. You go to bite but I press on you quickly so you lay down once more. I check out the scene as you do.

Here I straddle you with my underwear somehow still on and you lay under me. I stare at your physic. My bite mark is still highly visible, deep and purple in the indents and red and raw on the outside. I would feel bad if it hadn't turned me on so much to do it in the first place. Your nipples are hard too and my eyes trickle down to your sexy stomach. I lean forward and kiss it to show my appreciation. I come back to your lips and start over, kissing your neck, my bare chest on yours, shoulders and chest. Getting your chest drenched in my kisses I begin using my tongue all the way down, past your belly button. I lift your jeans and lick right under the barrier they were acting as. I bite hard on your hip where I have once before and almost chew at your tight skin. You moan and the sound vibrates into my ears and down my spine. You caress my head and smooth my hair. I let go. I look into your eyes and begin to undo your belt. Your eyes are so soft and inviting, intensely watching my hands work; While I do this I consciously bump and rub up against your dick with my wrists and my breasts sweep over it as I kiss your stomach my long hair brushing across your stomach, soft light and wildly wavy. I can tell you're still hard and quicken my pace as my hunger for you grows. Your belt is loose now and I pull it from the loops throwing it into whatever the abyss your shirt went into. You're mine now. Determined, I boldly rub you through your pants with my hands. I cup you so you can feel me and bend down and nudge it with my nose. Still rubbing I outline your dick with my face through your jeans loving the feeling of the denim on my lips. I even playfully nibble and you give me a reluctant look hoping that I stay careful with you. I respond with a smile now licking your whole shaft through your jeans and simultaneously reach for your pants button. My mouth follows my hands eventually and after the button is undone I snag the zipper in my teeth and begin to pull down, crawling down your body. I nuzzle my face in your jeans where it is now open and my lips brush inside them on your boxers. You hold still and wait patiently. My mouth moves to the elastic on them. I tug at my teeth and nearly see what awaits me, but I don't spoil my surprise. You lean up on a pillow to see a little better. I smile and kiss up to your stomach and reach to bite and kiss your lip before I blow your mind...Immediately after our passionate kiss comes to a lip biting end, I travel down to your hard cock awaiting my lips.

I'm getting hungry now and I start to pull your jeans off of you. Your boxers are now revealed and I stop them at your knees and lick all around your hips and bite slowly but hard enough to where you tense up a little and grit your teeth. You let out a sigh, but my vampiristic tendencies haven't ceased yet. I bite harder and still you stay silent. I want to hear you moan. You tense again and my teeth dig deeper. Only once more do I have to bite down before you inhale one more time and sound a semi-low tone and exhale. I let off my grip. I kiss around the abused area to quietly say 'I'm sorry', but truthfully I'm not, your moan, whether from pain or pleasure, made my pussy wet. I finish taking off your pants and chuck them to the floor. I can feel you hard against my chest and I tease you with my breasts a little. You start throbbing and I don't plan to tease you much longer. I find the button of your boxers and stick my tongue inside of them and slide it straight onto your dick. I repeat this a few times and you are completely relaxed. I rub you over your boxers with my palms and then finally pull your boxers down and gaze at your dick briefly. It's so thick; about what I felt through your jeans. It's beautifully colored and textured; I can't wait to get it in my mouth. Territory for me to conquer. I look into your eyes and get excited not wanting to wait or make you wait anymore. You watch in anticipation, breathing heavily. 

I grasp you, you feel so hard in my hand, and I assume you're close already. I lick all the way up your shaft and continue until I get to your head and stop. I tease you around it with the top of my tongue. Your breathing gets heavier and you run your fingers through my hair. I lick my other hand's palm and rub the slippery substance all down and around your dick and begin to stroke you. I lick to your head once more, but instead of stopping I pause and engulf your whole head still stroking you. My lips wrap tightly on your smooth, thick cock and soft head, and I lick you entirely, my tongue moving slowly across your sensitive head. You try to compose yourself but barely succeed. Your body weakens and I lower my head and mouth down onto your cock, now pushing it deeper into my throat. I get you half way into my throat and rise back up, still pumping you with my hand and suck your head again. I can taste your precum already on the back of my tongue and front of it as I flick your head with the tip of it. My mouth devours your cock as my eyes devour yours. You slip deeper until I have you completely engulfed in my throat without much warning. Your head gets heavy and you shutter beginning to grasp the hair at the nape of my neck. I swallow you over and over again, letting you slide in and out of my hand twisting to the left. You unexpectedly moan loud and breathe heavier and deeper. I repeat and begin to grab and tickle at your balls at the same time. My lips and throat squeeze at your cock and their softness is felt both on the tip of your head and then the base of your cock. I alternate from kissing you softly and fucking attacking you with my mouth. My unoccupied hand comes to attention and caresses you everywhere I'm not already touching you. Your sexy stomach and chest, thighs, inner thighs, and your balls. I drive you crazy. You drive Me crazy. I want you so bad- I begin to work harder. I get so turned on that I begin to moan with you between my lips. Your moans exceed mine however. You amaze me, your harder still. About this time I think you're going to finish and finally give yourself some relief. 

I was wrong. 

You groan once more and push my head down. No sooner did you rip me away from you, the sooner I am up to your face into a hard passionate kiss. You pull my hair, bite my neck, squeeze my breasts, and rub my pussy nearly at the same time. I wrap myself around you, my soft wet underwear pressed up against your swollen cock, our warm chests up against each others. You hold me close and flip me onto my back. Quickly the power is reversed. There I lay out of breath and ready for whatever's next for us. You hike my leg up and press yourself on top of me. Oh my god, I think I'm going to explode right there. You are so hard and on top of me. So close yet so far. You kiss me and distract me for a second. You rush at me like a mad man. Biting and sucking me all over; little twinges of pain and pleasure all over my body. Your hand slips between your body and mine and in between my legs. You plunge your two fingers into me again...vigorously. My back arches and descends making my pussy fuck them back. I'm there faster this time. My eyes close, my teeth grip my lip, I tense and nearly explode before I loudly moan and half whisper,"I want you, now." 

At this you immediately take your fingers out of my pussy, slip them around my panties, and in one fell swoop, rip them off. I whimper loudly at the slight pain and from the excitement. My clean shaven pussy is completely bare of all clothing as is my body. After surveying this with a glance you move to bite my neck and begin positioning yourself. I hold my breath and you kiss me. Our lips stay intact and my pussy tingles for you as I feel you pressing into me. You've got me pinned down and I can't move or else I would have done it for you-the anticipation consumes me. You kiss me still and hold one of my hands as my hand grips your neck. Our hands squeeze tighter and you back off a little to get a good range of motion. You've already soaked with my juices and only need to do one thing. "Fuck me baby," I say with both my mouth and my eyes pleading with yours and you plunge all of yourself into me, hard. I moan louder than ever now and my grip of your neck gets tighter still. You too exhale loudly and you begin to fuck me just like we both want and need. I feel you inside of me and it's overwhelming how good physically and emotionally this feels to me. You hike both my legs up now go at me full- force. I welcome this. You slip into me with ease and slam the rest of the way in. I gasp for air as you fuck me harder. My arms wrap around your shoulders and neck, always pulling you to me. Your cock rips into my pussy again and again. I notice my nails begin to dig into your back. You hiss at the pain but don't slow your speed. I push your face into my cleavage. You lick and kiss my firm breasts and hard nipples. You free a hand and grab them hard before moving to the back of my hair for leverage, sliding over my neck in the process. With your hand's tug, my head is forced back onto your pillow and my neck is exposed to your tongue and teeth. My pussy burns with our desire with every outward pull and inward thrust. You breathe heavy and groan getting sweaty now. I hold you closer and grip the hair on the back of your head in my fist pulling you still closer, harder, faster to me. I Gasp over and over trying to catch my oxygen up to fuel how fast my heart is pumping. My chest heaves and I feel your grip on me, your arms so tense along with the rest of your body. "Come on baby" I whisper in your ear. You immediately pull tight on my hair making me yelp and fuck me harder. Really fuck me. Slower now. Harder now. My body feels as though it's getting ready to explode and I can tell you are getting closer too. You lean up, grab me by my hips and pull me back on your cock hard and forceful. Your chest looks beautiful pulling me toward you, arms working nonstop and your hair is messy and almost in your eyes. So. Sexy. I moan louder. You pull faster and grit your teeth, your jaw line juts out making your face angular. You look like more of a man now than you have ever before. Suddenly you slam me back into you and slap my ass. I scream from the pain and you smack it again, not forgetting to grab it tight in between. 




Just You And Me



You lick your fingers and put two of them on my clit. It slips and slides getting me hot and making me twitch. I get more wet for you. Faster. Faster. You begin to fuck me slowly again. My 'mms' turn to "Oh's" and scream out; I'm about to cum. At this you forget the clit and pull me to you again, using all of the rest of your steam to finish me off. Your muscles flex and my pussy pulses and squeezes your cock inside of me. The Soft, Smooth, Slippery, texture of my pussy claiming you as hers, is the last straw. You let go and cum inside of me, satisfying my pussy with its earned shots of delicious satisfaction. 

You lean up against me as you ease out of your tense state and hold me tight. I do the same. Our breathing slows and my heartbeat slowly but surely becomes normal. I look deep into your sexy eyes and smirk. You blush and smile back, kissing me on the forehead, cheeks, then lips. We exhale together. 

"I want you baby,"I whisper with severe intensity. You laugh, but respond with a slow charge toward my face......



End. 



Just You and Me



Finally, I have you all to myself. We don't need much conversation; we don't need cuddles and kisses. Save that for your wife. I just want to watch your cock grow harder while I do a slow strip-tease in front of you. 

I tell you to sit on a chair in the middle of the room. Then I ask you to unzip your trousers and release your beautiful cock. Your dick springs out and you're already semi-erect.

I'm wearing a simple, short, black dress and my highest spiky heels. I sit on the sofa opposite you and spread my legs. My dress rides up my thighs and you can see my hold-up stocking tops and a triangle of fabric covering my pussy. 

Your hand is working up and down on your cock and you're getting bigger and harder by the second. I stand up and unzip my dress, it falls around my waist and I wriggle out of it as it lands on the floor. I'm wearing a black bra and tiny silk knickers. My skin is tanned and smooth and I know you want to run your hands up and down my body, squeezing and stroking me. I sit down and open my legs wide, and I can hear you breathing faster as your hand pumps your cock. It turns me on watching a man masturbate, especially when he has a cock like yours. I love it when you shoot your cum over my face and tits. I get very wet just thinking about it.

I unclasp my bra and slide the straps down to reveal my tits. They're big, round and pink-tipped.You swallow hard as I squeeze them together and pinch the rosy nipples hard. You love sucking those stiff little nubs until they double in size. You ask me to come closer and I walk over to you, my tits bouncing with every step.

I can't take my eyes off your long, thick, hard cock. I lean over and gently lick the purple tip. You groan as I take your engorged head between my lips and suck and flick my tongue over you until I can taste your precum.

I pull away from you and your hand snakes between my thighs as you stroke my swollen pussy lips through the gossamer fine silk. I step back from you and turn around. I roll my knickers down over my ass and then step out of them. As I bend over to pick them up, I take my time, because I want you to get a good long look at my pussy and ass. I know you enjoy looking at my slit from this angle, especially when it's sopping wet. 

"You've got the wettest, tightest little cunt I've ever seen" you say, smiling. I can feel my nipples harden and my pussy juices are now dripping down my thighs. I turn to straddle you in the chair and you run your hands up and down my legs. You love me wearing stockings and heels when we fuck. The feel of my silky legs wrapped around you and my heels digging into your ass makes you even harder. Your dick feels like it's made of iron as I lower myself and take you into my tight, wet cunt. Oh fuck, I love the way you fill me right up to the hilt. I grind myself against you because I can never get enough of your cock.

Then I start to ride you hard and fast as your hands dig into my ass cheeks pulling them wide apart. You thrust upwards into me until waves of pleasure ripple through me and I have a screaming come. You begin massaging my tits, licking and sucking my nipples until they're rigid and red. I can feel you still rock hard inside me.

Your hand slides between my legs and you moisten your finger on my pussy juices. Then I feel that same finger working its way into my asshole, in and out, until I'm begging you to fuck me again. 

You lift me off you and push me to my knees. "Suck me, baby, taste your pussy juice on my cock". I tongue you vigorously from your balls up to the tip of your cock. Sucking you off is one of my favourite things to do. I use my hand to smear my pussy juices over your length and then I take as much of you into my mouth as I can, sucking and tasting you. Your dick hits the back of my throat as you face fuck me and I can tell you're about to come.

Suddenly you pull out of my mouth and push me down on all fours. You rub your cock against the wetness of my cunt and then I feel you press against my asshole. I pretend to be shocked and start to say "No, I can't take you there!" 

But you roughly grasp a handful of my hair and yank my head back to whisper "Take it up the ass, like a good little girl" and then you push into me and you're frantically ass-fucking me hard as my hips buck against you and I scream. Your cock is pumping my ass and your persistent fingers are fucking my hot pussy until we both climax and collapse in a tangled sweaty heap on the floor.



Just You and Me and Sis



As I awoke I turned to my left to look at Robbie face. It wasn't until I had stared at the empty pillow that I remembered Robbie had died. He was gone. Not on a business trip, not to the store, but gone from us forever.

I reached for the pillow and held it in my arms as tears began to run down my cheeks and onto that same pillow. God, I missed Robbie so much. I lay there trying so hard to not let my depression and tears rack my body with tremors.

The doctors had said I should cry and let my grief show, get it out. Don't hold it inside. That wasn't going to be a problem, not at all. Finally I put the pillow back in its place and I lay on my back as I looked up toward Heaven and began to talk to Robbie. Maybe this would help me accept the grief.

"Robert Allan Evans, it's me your wife. Remember me? Of course you do. I've been trying to deal with your not being here anymore and let me tell you, it's not easy."

As I wiped the tears from my face I continued to talk to his spirit. "Mikie and Maddy and I miss you so much. Why did you have to go away? Why did God take you away from us? We needed you. I needed you my husband. Your children needed you."

It wasn't getting easier to talk to him just not so angry. Robbie and I had married right out of high school. 2 years later I gave birth to Maddy, she's now 20 and getting ready to go back to Northwestern in a few weeks. Then just like clock work, 2 years later I gave birth to Mikie. He is 18 (and a half as he proudly tells me) and he will

be starting an internship at his uncles publishing company in down town in a few weeks. Both of the kids well be living at home which I'm thankful for. I'm just not ready to be all alone. The house is already feeling too big.

I finally feel back to sleep. As I turned on my side to cuddle down into the comforter and pillow I felt the bed shake. I didn't bother to turn to see which cat it was that had jumped up on the bed. It didn't matter, either one Spot or Rover they were both my sweeties. They were twin long hair black males that we had gotten about a year ago. I just thought that which ever one it was would just curl up on Robbie's pillow and go to sleep.

"Mom?" a voice said softly. "Are you awake Mom? I need to talk."

It was Mikie that had sat down on the bed.

I turned my head toward his voice and said "Yes honey I'm right here, what do you need?"

There was a brief silence and then I heard Mikie sob. He cried as if his heart were breaking. "Oh Mom, I miss Dad so much."

His body shook with the sobs. His muscular chest heaving as he cried.

I turned onto my back as I held out my arms to my son. "Come here honey" I whispered to Mikie. He climbed into the bed and curled up next to me. Just like he'd done since he was 3. When something upset him he'd come to me and just curl up to my side. I didn't care if he was 3 or 18 ½. I held Mikie as he just whimpered and tried to get all his anger out.

He sat up and turned toward me as he wiped his face and said "Mom, it's just not fair. Why did Dad die? How are we supposed to go on?" He sat there with these questions on his lips.

"Mikie, I want you to listen to me, alright?" I said. "It was your Dad's time to go. Everyone arrives on earth at different times. And then we have to leave at different times to go back to Heaven. And I know that you are questioning your faith in the Almighty but please don't, just set it aside for now and grieve. God hasn't given up on you, ok?"

He sat there and just looked at me. "Mom, where did you learn that?"

"I read" I said with a smile as I held his hand. I was just gazing at my handsome son's face, just so beautiful. "Mikie why don't you just go wash your face and come back and lay down and we'll go back to sleep for a little while" I said with a smile on my face.

Mikie turned and went into my bathroom and ran a wet wash clothe over his face and came back and pulled up the blanket to lie down.

I had turned on my side to face him and my eyes were closed as I felt him get comfortable and drift off back to sleep. I opened my eyes as I gazed over his sweet face. I placed my hand over his arm to comfort him and went back to sleep.

Finally the clock radio went off at 9:00 and I sat up to turn it off. My head was swimming in the things that had happened in the last few months. 

Then I remembered that Mikie was in my bed. I turned to look at him. He was lying on his back with his left leg out from under the blanket just like Robbie. But unlike Robbie, Mikie had flannel pajamas on where as his Father had slept in his birthday suit, I just smiled to myself as I got up to go make some breakfast. Mikie was sleeping so soundly I didn't think I'd wake him. I slipped on a robe and quietly left the room.

I went down stairs and began to make eggs, bacon and toast. I for one was very hungry. Both my kids would probably be hungry too since they were still growing. Gee Mikie was already 6'2" and if he did keep growing we'd need to get him a new bed.

As I stood in the front of the fridge getting the ingredients out I heard a yawn at the kitchen table. Sounded like Maddy. Without even turning I said "Good morning little Miss Muffet."

"Morning Mom" Maddy said still a little groggy. Maddy was dressed in her usual night time affair, a bigger than normal football jersey and lacey panties, not that you could see them with the jersey almost going to her knees.

"I'm making breakfast, you hungry?" I asked her as I turned to the island and laid everything out.

"Oh yes Mom, famished" Maddy grinned. "Where's Mikie?"

"Last I saw of him he was still asleep in my room" I began. "He had a rather bad night so I let him sleep in my bed." It wasn't unusual for either of my children to sleep with me since there Father died. We were always a close family and I didn't want them to have night terrors.

As I began to stir the eggs, the bacon was sizzling lightly on the stove. The coffee pot began to drip and the aroma of the coffee beans and the bacon filled the air. It smelled like a normal kitchen on a normal morning. Only thing that wasn't normal I thought was Robbie wouldn't be rushing down the stairs in a mad dash to get out the door. I poured a cup of coffee for Maddy and one for myself as a tear feel down my cheek and onto my robe. I lifted my sleeve to wipe it away. And then I heard the board on the stairs squeak and there was Mikie standing in a sleeping stupor.

"Oh Mom it smells so good down here" Mikie sighed as he planted his bottom on a stool at the breakfast bar.

"Morning Maddy, how'd you sleep?" Mikie asked his sister as he picked up a slice of bacon and slipped it into his mouth.

"Okay brother dear" she answered "Sorry you had a bad night" she said as she put her arm around his waist and kissed his cheek. "I love you, you know?"

Mikie just nodded as he began to eat his eggs and toast. He always left the bacon for the end. He used to say that it was his treat to himself.

As I sat at the end of the bar and looked down at my son and my daughter I realized just how lucky I was. They were beautiful in looks and personality and they were smart too. I smiled to myself as I began to eat what I had put on my plate.

I was planning my day in my head. I needed to get to the boxes in the garage ready for the rummage sale at the church. I knew I would need a strong back so I thought I wouldn't dance around the bush so to spoke. "Just come out and ask the boy" I thought. Okay here goes

"Mikie would you help me in the garage today? I need a strong man."

"Sure Mom, no problem. I'd be happy to help" he grinned as he finished the last slice of bacon. "Anymore bacon please?" he whispered.

"Yes honey it's on the counter, help yourself" I said. "You too Maddy."

"Okay" I said "Meet me out there in about 30 minutes." I ran up stairs as I pulled the scrunchy from my long hair. All of a sudden I was feeling so full of energy.

When I reached the top of the stairs I was bouncing, really feeling good. I have no idea why but I wasn't going to ask. I began to jump as I entered my bedroom. I reached into my drawer for a pair of cut offs and a tank top. I ran my brush through my hair as I pulled it back into a pony tail. Just as I turned I caught a profile of myself in the mirror over the dresser. I sighed to myself, not too bad of a figure for a 38 year old. My butt was curvy and my breasts weren't sagging. My belly was relatively flat. "Just not too bad" I thought to myself.

As I ran to the door Mikie appeared before I had a chance to stop. I knocked him over right onto his back side. "Oh honey I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Sure Mom, I'm fine. Gee you seem to be filled with energy today."

He said as he got to his feet. "I guess I should watch out where I stand today." With that said he turned and went down stairs and out the back door to the garage.

I jumped on the banister and slide down the stairs. I was feeling like a teenager again, a big grin on my face as I passed Maddy in the kitchen and gave her a pat on the butt.

"Mom-m-m are you okay?" she asked me. 

I just began to sing as I let the screen door slam.

Mikie was going through a few boxes as I danced into the garage. He had been lifting weights at the school gym and had developed a nice set of biceps. I could see his trim torso through his tank top. Reminded me of Robbie when we were in high school. 

"Okay Mom, where should we begin" He asked me as he picked up a box of old encyclopedias and brought them to the front of the garage.

I had no earthly idea of where to start. So I figured I'd wing it.

"Well bring me the boxes and when I finish with them we can take them over to the church." That was my bright idea of winging it.

I giggled to myself as I watched Mikie walk to the back of the garage and bring another box to me.

The next thing I knew it was 4:00. We'd missed lunch and the drive way was getting full of boxes. I moved out to the first few boxes and reached to the side as I placed a big fat X on it. 

When Mikie saw I was bent over he leaned back and gave a wolf whistle. "Mom, what a nice ........" he said as I looked up at him. He was looking down my shirt. I didn't have on a bra. I stood up and gave him the meanest Mom face I could muster up. I just shook my head at him as I then squatted down and began to mark the boxes for the rummage sale. "Ah-h-h Mom" he sighed as he went back to work.

"Mikie the boxes with the X are for the rummage sale and need to go into my SUV. The rest of them are junk and can go in your truck for the convenience center" I said along about 6:00.

I began to pick up a few of the lighter boxes and put them in the cargo area of my SUV. Then I realized that I should put down the back seat....more room that way. So I went around to the second door and began to move the seat around so I could lower the back. As I was bending over I felt the back of my cut offs creep up my bum, right up against my ass. I glanced down the driveway hoping not to see anyone. Nope it was clear. As I leaned into the car I felt my left breast pop out of my tank top. "Oops" I thought to myself. This time I wouldn't be so lucky to not have a witness.

Just as I reached to cover myself I felt the car bounce. Mikie had put a box in the back and then he noticed my predicament. For some reason I wanted him to look at me. I felt he should see me. I let my tank top go and my breast was in clear view of my son. He pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wiped his brow as he kept his eyes trained on my breast. I backed out of the cargo area and I lowered my top back down to its proper place. Mikie was still standing at the back tailgate as I walked around to him.

I reached to the hem of my tank top as I approached him and lifted it completely off of my chest, my eyes locked onto his. I was now topless and just inches from my sexy son. As I closed the few inches between Mikie and me, I placed my hands around his neck and pulled myself to him. I planted a warm wet kiss on his cute lips. His hands encircled my body as his tongue probed deep into my mouth. I moaned as I felt my body come alive with sensations I hadn't felt since before Robbie died. I was French kissing my virile son. I was lusting after his manliness. I wanted to feel his strong hands on my body.

With our lips still joined Mikie lifted me up and carried me to the work bench in the garage. He swept the tools off the top and placed my butt on the bench. I had moved my lips from his and they were trailing down his neck and around to his ear. My hands ripped his tank top off his muscular chest and I pulled at the snap of his jeans. I was hungry, hungry for what he kept in his jeans.

Mikie was now naked as he lowered the zipper of my cut offs. I lifted first my left hip and then my right one. Our mouths were almost biting at each others bodies. I pulled back as I looked into his crystal blue eyes.

I spoke the first things that came into my mind. "Mikie take my body. Do with it as you will. I'm all yours" I whispered.

I glanced down as he stepped closer to me. My knees spread wide to pull him against me. His cock was in clear view for only a mere second. I could see the droplet of pre-cum on the tip of his long thick manhood.

He lifted his cock up and pressed it against my engorged lips and across my clit. That sent shivers up my body and right to my nipples.

His mouth was against my neck as I felt him push into me. With the strength of a mad man I felt Mikie slide unyielding inside of me. He pulled his body tight against mine.

"Mother, I love you so much" Mikie moaned. 

I could feel the heat between our bodies. It was like a blast furnace as I moved against him. We pulled back from each other and then he thrust his cock deep inside of me. I threw my head back as I moaned like a cave woman. He was giving me something that I needed and wanted so much.

"Now Mikie" I said as I began to breathe faster and harder. The only other words that were audible were really non-words. Just moans and sighs as we gave our bodies to each other.

He pounded against me with his hardness, the manhood that I had given birth to these 18 years and some months ago. He locked eyes with me again and I could see the muscles in his chest tighten. He closed his eyes and grabbed my waist as he came with the "strength of ..... of.....oh just never mind I thought." He shot ropes of hot sticky cum and filled me completely with himself.

Mikie slowed down and was now just standing pressed deep inside of me. We opened our eyes and gazed at each other. As he lowered his lips to my hard nipples, he suckled ever so lightly. 

I ran my hands up his chest. All I was capable of was moaning. Our bodies covered in steamy sweat. I could feel my ass getting wetter as Mikie's cum overflowed my pussy and was now leaking onto work bench. Did I care you may ask? No not really. I had needed this for so long, to feel a man inside of my body. I felt Mikie's cock jump still buried deep within me. He moved up from my nipples as he looked into my eyes.

"Oh Mikie" I sighed as I felt his cock slip out of me. I wanted to say something to him. But what do you say to a man that has just given you the best moments of your life.

He stepped back from my body and retrieved my cut offs and tank top from the garage floor. He was still naked but only briefly. He reached for his jeans and sled them up his muscular legs and over his tight firm ass. Then he turned with his back to me and zipped up his pants. 

I pulled my tank top up and over my sweaty body and sat back up on the bench and worked my cut offs up my legs and just as I was going to snap the top and pull the zipper up Mikie turned and placed his hand on mine as he brought the zipper up and then pulled my face to his for a sweet tender kiss.

He kissed me and held me for what seemed like hours. The sun was completely down by the time we exited the garage. As I walked passed Mikie to go in the house he slapped his hand on my ass. I could have turned and said something but I didn't. I was still in a dream state from the loving we had shared.

"Mom?" it was Maddy. "Are you and Mikie okay?" she asked.

"Yes, dear we're fine. Why?" I said as I walked in the back door.

"Well, I fell asleep sometime after 4:00 and you guys were still out there shuffling boxes around. Did you get it all done?" she asked.

"Well no not really. There are still boxes in the driveway but tomorrow is another day" I said as I ran upstairs to take a shower. When I got to the top of the stairs I turned and said "I'll back down in a few to make dinner."

As I walked into the bathroom I turned on the water in the shower to get it nice and hot. Then I reached to my top and pulled it off over my head and lowered my shorts down my legs. The crotch of my cut offs were wet with Mikie's cum and my juices. I could smell the sex in the air. "How could Maddy not have noticed it" I thought.

I pulled the shower door open and stepped into the hot running water. It fell against my skin, down onto my up turned breasts, across my belly and down my legs. My hand sled down my belly and lingered at the top of my hair covered triangle. I wanted to touch myself again. I wanted to taste Mikie's cum as it fell from my pussy.

Then I felt a breeze as the door opened to the bathroom. "Mom are you in here?" Mikie whispered.

"Yes, honey I'm in the shower" I said as I reach between my legs and then brought my fingers to my lips. I had to taste myself.

I had closed my eyes as I sucked on my fingers. Oh the taste was magnificent. Just as I opened my eyes Mikie was standing next to me in the shower.

He pulled me to him and with only the strength of a young stud I could feel his cock between my legs as he rubbed himself against me.

"Mom.....oh Mom" he sighed as he brought my lips to his. His tongue sled between my open lips and pressed hungrily against mine. I know he could taste what I tasted, how could he not have? The flavor of sex was wonderful.

As our bodies parted we shared many more kisses as we washed each others body. I put the bar of soap in my hand as I guided it tenderly over his cock. He watched as I pressed my lips to his nipples and I felt him come alive in my hand. My other hand was gripping his firm ass cheeks as we stood together. 

Mikie's hand was now down between my legs washing and rubbing my slit.

"Mom, your body is so perfect." He said as he stepped back and glanced up and down to take in all of my body.

"Oh honey, it's far from perfect" I sighed.

"I have to have you again Mom" he said as he looked into my eyes.

"After dinner......we will sleep together" I whispered into his ear.

Mikie turned and faced the shower as he rinsed off and left me in the shower alone. 

I finished my shower with a shampoo and shaved my legs. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my robe from the hook on the bathroom door.

Just as I stepped out of the bathroom Maddy ran past me into the bathroom. "Sorry mom, I have to pee" she said as she closed the door.

I walked down the stairs and Mikie was sitting at the breakfast bar with just a towel around his waist and a smile on his face.

"So handsome" I said in a Motherly tone. "What can I get you for dinner?"

Mikie just sat there and giggled while he looked at me.

"What's so funny Mister?" I asked me with a smile on my lips.

"You can get me a plate full of your pussy and a side of nipple" he said as he looked at me in the sexiest way he could.

"Mikie" I said in a shocking tone. "Your sister is here you know?"

"She's in the bathroom Mom" he said as he looked at me. Almost as if he were looking threw my robe and picturing me naked.

"Honey, I don't want to hurt Maddy. Maybe she feels you belong to her" I said as I reached for some steaks in the freezer.