2 comments/ 18870 views/ 3 favorites Book Lover By: talynkotr I never thought that an antique book store would be a good place to meet women, but I took the job anyway. I would have preferred to be tutoring poor helpless freshman girls. However, beggars can't be choosers and my tuition bills have been catching up with my unemployed self. The best part about this job is that I don't need to know anything about the material. Half the books are not even written in English. So, I basically just need to know where the titles go. Besides, I work the night shift, and not many customers show up anyway. Mostly, I just sit on my chair behind the register, which are both older then some of the books, and take the shoppers' money if anyone actually shows up to buy a book. This all changed the second Rose walked into the store. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. As she glances around the shop, I can see that her face is the picture of perfection. She is a little pale, but her striking features make me forget all about her complexion. Her shoulder length hair seems to change color with every step she takes. The farther away she is, the more her hair appears a deep blood-red, but as she approaches, a gorgeous golden blonde waterfall materializes where the red hair was. Her eyes, as she glides towards me, look as if they are dilated. The pupils encompass much of her eyeballs, while thin circles of gold-colored iris surround them. As she approaches, she asks, "Where are the books that date back to seventeenth century Europe?" She has a soft, lilting voice, but I can barely hear her over the pounding of my heart in my chest. I can hardly manage to lift my arm to point to the back corner and respond, "They're over there." She laughs and gives her thanks, and for some reason I feel warm and strong at the mere sound of her laugh. She moves over to where I directed her, and begins to look over the books. After looking over the entire section, she leaves without a word. The next night, she returns. I am lightly dozing in my chair when I am suddenly very awake; as if someone has dumped cold water over my face. However, I feel very warm; and as I turn towards the door, I see her again. This time she moves straight to the back corner and again looks over the whole selection. However, this night, she picks out a book and comes up to my counter. I nearly have a heart attack just watching her advance; every move she makes seems to flow together seamlessly. By the time she makes her way to my register I can hear my heart pounding in my ears again, and she smiles as if she can hear it too. I take her book and examine the title: DE PESTE VENETA ANNO M DC XXX, by Michael Angelus Rota. "What is this, French?" I ask. "Close, Italian. This book is an account on the Venetian Plague of 1630. Can't you read your own books?" "They aren't my books, I just work here." "Maybe you should try to read them sometime, they can be quite interesting." "So you are interested in plagues, I thought that the book might be for someone else." With a smile that nearly breaks my heart, she utters, "That's sweet. No, I'm not seeing anyone, the book is for me." "That's not what I meant," I stammer. "I just thought that most young women did not read European history unless they were forced." "I spent some time in Venice, and I was interested in reading some of the more interesting aspects of their history." "You certainly are well traveled for such a young woman." "Young?" "Yes, young. You look like you can't be more than, what, twenty, twenty-one years old" "Looks can be deceiving." As she takes her purchase, she remarks, "Thank you, for your help and scintillating conversation." She pays in cash, which is unusual enough considering the book costs five hundred dollars, but it also means that I do not have a chance to look at a credit card for a name. So, as she walks out the door, I finally find the nerve to inquire to what I had wanted to since the first time I saw her. "Do you mind if I ask you your name?" "Why?" she queries. "I was wondering what name could possibly do your beauty justice." "How charming," she answers with a smile. "It's Rose," and she walks out of the door. The next couple of nights pass without the return of the vision of beauty. Several times during the night I can feel someone watching me, but when I turn to look out the front pane of the shop, the street is deserted. On Friday night, as I lock up, I suddenly feel very alert; like the last time Rose came to the shop. I turn to see nothing but her enchanting eyes. Her nose almost touching mine, I can't take my eyes from hers. "Did you come for a book? I'm just closing up." "I know Sani. I thought that you might like to take a walk with me through the park." The rest of the world seems to slip away as my insides explode with joy. However, I manage to restrain myself to merely reply, "Sounds great." I take her arm and as we walk toward the park I think of something. "Are you psychic or do I just look like a Sani" "No one looks like a Sani. You still have your name tag on. Where did you get that name anyway?" "My grandfather named me. It is a Native American name meaning Old One." "That's nice. I don't remember my grandfather very much." "Did he die when you were young?" "Something like that." "Oh, I'm sorry." "That's okay, as I said; I don't remember him much anyway." After a short pause, she spoke again. "So, are you happy at school?" "I guess." "I believe that that was a yes or no question." "I don't know. I like learning about my major, but I feel like a lot of the requirements are a waste of time. I don't think a doctor needs to know how to give speeches. If I'm good, the patient should be happy enough just to hear me." "Good point, but don't you feel squeamish about dealing with so much blood?" "Nah, I never had much of a problem with blood. It's just another fluid, necessary for life, so why obsess over it." "That's a good way of thinking about it. Would you rather learn your calling hands on with a great teacher?" "Sure, who wouldn't? But great doctors who have enough free time to train a newbie don't just grow on trees." "Who said being a doctor was your calling? Besides, I don't like to brag, but you have possibly the best teacher standing in front of you." "Oh really, and what will you teach me?" "In time dear boy, but first you have to close your eyes. I have a present for you." "Okay, as long as you aren't planning on killing me," I joke. "Not quite." I can feel a hiss of breath as she leans towards me. The odd thing is that Rose's breath is not hot; it actually feels quite cool and smells slightly metallic. This is the last thought running through my head before a sudden darkness overwhelms my mind. As I slip into unconsciousness, I feel Rose picking me up like I am a rag doll and carrying me off into the night. I wake up with a gasp. That had to be a dream I tell myself. I have been watching too many old Bela Lugosi films on late night TV. As I take a look around; however, I notice that I have never seen this apartment before. I am on a huge bed with silk sheets in what appears to be a basement room with no windows. I try to shake my head to clear this obvious hallucination, when I discover one hell of a headache. Fluttering memories of being carried through the park dance behind my eyes. I open them again to see Rose gliding through the bedroom door. I guess I wasn't dreaming. She runs to my side and gently pushes me back to a lying position. She curls up next to me in bed. "You poor thing," she purrs. "You fainted in the park. I brought you back to my place. It is near the park." "This place looks more like a tomb then a bedroom," I comment. "Well, I like my privacy," she remarks with a smile. "Besides, direct sunlight can be bad for your skin." She nuzzles my neck with her nose as her body seems to melt into mine. My headache dissolves with the scent of the gorgeous woman snuggling up with me. "Oh my," she suddenly exclaims. "I didn't even think to see if you were hurt from your fall." "I don't seem to remember hitting the ground." "That's even worse my poor boy. You may have hit your head. Maybe I should make sure nothing else was injured." She lifts off from the bed. I lament the loss of her closeness. Before I can respond though, Rose she lifts my shirt up and over my head. Her speed and agility amaze me so much I simply stare into her face. Rose, on the other hand, loses no time in checking my torso for any slight mark or abrasion. Her cool fingers send arcs of pleasure racing through my body. I succumb to the feelings as I fall back into the many pillows behind my head. I fail to watch as Rose slides her hand into my pants and grips my penis. My head snaps back to attention when her cool hand encircles my rod. I look down to see my jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped without me feeling it. After holding it for a few seconds, Rose returns to my side. "I can't find anything wrong with you." "And you needed to unzip my pants for that?" "Well it seemed only fair." Now I notice what I must have missed in my shock at being handled. At some point in her examination Rose had removed her clothing and is now pressing her breasts against my side. Before I can even take in the sight of her perfect form; Rose pushes herself up to meet my lips. My eyes close to the passion of our kiss. I rejoice in the duality of hot and chilled lips pressing against mine. I feel fabric sliding along my ass to be replaced by the smooth feel of the bed sheets. I realize my pants have been removed and don't care in the least. Rose slips on top of me never breaking our contact for a second. My mind barely notices the movement around me as I lose myself in the lips of my newfound beloved. The kiss speaks volumes of future passion we will share and our future together. I have no idea where these thoughts come from or if they are even mine. I only know they are true. Rose sucks my tongue into her mouth. She caresses mine with hers as I explore her mouth. As I run my tongue along her teeth a sharp pain brings it back to my own mouth. Our kiss breaks as I taste blood. "What's wrong?" Rose asks. "It's nothing. I must have cut myself on one of your teeth." "Awww. You want me to kiss it all better?" "Sure," I respond sticking out my afflicted muscle. She licks it gently before sucking it completely into her mouth again. "How's that?" "Much better thank you." Pushing me back into the pillows, Rose sits up so I can take in her entire body. Perfection doesn't even begin to describe the vision straddling me. Startling me again with her speed, she moves up my body until I can see nothing but her vagina. My mouth inches from her honey pot; I look up along her body. "Well now, I think it is time to return the favor," she purrs. "I think my pussy is a little sore and needs to be kissed better." Without even responding I dive in with fervor. I grasp her back with my free hands to push her harder into me. Rose bucks at the sudden pressure but regains her balance quickly. I lap up the vaginal fluid that begins to flow down my face. I push into her tight hole with my tongue caressing whatever I reach. Rose's moans cascade down from above me as I taste every inch of her. My tongue, already healed, explores Rose's loving crevice slowly and gently. Her moans increase as I shift my focus to her clitoris. Encircling her love bud with my mouth I flick my muscle over it. She starts to hump my face in her eagerness. She reaches down and pulls my face into her nether lips. I breathe in deeply of her scent with every intake of air. I can't believe the joy of tasting this delectable creature pushing harder and harder into my mouth. She releases my head as the speed of her bucking increases. No longer under her control she rocks over my face as her orgasm surges through her body. The downpour of fluids over my face is almost more then I can take. I take deep breathes through my nose to keep this wild woman from accidentally suffocating me. As her quaking body stops shaking, her control returns and she slides back towards my lap. She looks like a vision of a Goddess as she rests against my raised knees. With a glint in her eye she begins to move slowly and seductively back and forth against my stomach. I smile up at her as she slowly lifts herself on her knees. I wonder for a second what she might be up to now. My curiosity vanishes as soon as her hand slides underneath her precious gateway and grabs the hilt of my sword. I expect her to drive it deep into her crevice, but not for the first time that night I am surprised. She lays my wand along my stomach and settles herself along it lengthwise. The sensation is like nothing I have felt before. Even without full penetration, I can feel her honey pot caressing me. I can feel her sweet nectar dripping along my shaft as she stares into my eyes. I reach up to explore her body only to find my wrists pressed into the pillows beside my head. Clutching my wrists in her hands, Rose leans over to plant a deep kiss as she restrains me. The movement of her body forces her flower to slide to the base of my penis. The dual sensation of an exploring tongue in my mouth and a tight wet cave send waves of pleasure throughout my body. She leans back into her upright position. This time I take the hint and let her do whatever she wants without interference. She starts moving towards and away from me covering my entire length and much of my torso with her gushing liquid. I feel my orgasm building quickly. Despite the sensations building in my groin I am able to somehow hold enough control to allow Rose to continue and not leave a mess on myself. Her moans begin to increase as mine do making me believe she is enjoying her movement as much as I am. My thoughts fade as I simply bask in her beauty as she slides up and down along my instrument. She focuses her movements into small circles on my head. She uses it as her own personal masturbatory pole as she glides her clitoris over it repeatedly. She begins to play with her own breasts as she rocks back and forth. Just as she sends herself over the edge of her own orgasm, she leans forward finally permitting my scepter to delve deep into her box. As her gratification takes her body she grips my shoulders. I feel as if her vagina is trying to milk me dry. I can feel the contractions of her muscles as the moment of pure bliss cascades through her flesh. "I can't believe you are still hard as a rock," she whispers in my ear. "Neither can I." I still sense millions of tiny stroking fingers running along my member trapped within Rose. Once her body is again under her control, she starts her rocking. This time with me inside her the delight is magnified tenfold. I watch as she bounces up and down on my rod. I close my eyes in pure joy. I perceive the approach of Rose as she leans towards me. Without losing her pace for a moment she whispers into my ear in an almost guttural tone, "Bite me baby. Bite me hard." Without even thinking, I respond. Simultaneously, cascading feelings crash over me and my seed spurts into her waiting carafe while I bite into her shoulder. I hear her gasp and a sharp hiss escape her lips. As the first drops of blood pass my lips and trickle down my throat, I feel a sharp pain in my neck. The pain is almost instantly replaced with fulfillment beyond any orgasm I have ever felt. The blood begins to flow stronger down my tongue. I can feel a similar amount leave my neck into Rose. Almost in the back of my mind I can feel the last drops of my semen pulled into Rose's suckling pussy. After what seems like an eternity of drinking from each other I pass out. I awake to find I can barely breathe. I feel like I'm trying to take a breath into a bowl of thick soup. I turn to see Rose still naked lying beside me; gently stroking my hair. "What happened?" I gasp. "I set you free." "What? Why can't I breathe?" "Because you don't have to my dear. Try to hold your breath; your mind will soon adjust." I do as she suggests and find that she is right. I no longer need to take in breath. "What are you? What am I?" "Exactly what we should be, don't tell me you don't know." "Vampire," I whisper. "Yes, vampire." "What do you mean, 'What we should be'?" "You mean you couldn't feel it the moment I walked into that store? We are meant for each other. I could feel you from the other side of the city. When I bought that book and heard your heart, I knew that you were the one. Even your name means what you should be; an Old One. I have lived for centuries and never found someone so right to be my lover." "So, when you said that you've been to Venice?" "I was there in 1632. The plague was fun, and that book helps me remember some of the good times. I even found a small mention of me, but nothing to write home to mom about." "So, what now?" "Well, first I find you something, or rather someone, to eat. Then I do what I told you I would, teach you your calling." She was true to her word. Once I had regained my strength, we painted the town red. She taught me all about my new found skills and the only way to live, by the blood of those beneath us. We stayed together for the next seven centuries as we watched the world grow around us; the unchanging immortal undead. And to think, some people believe long term relationships never last. Book Lover Faye had always loved old books. Loved their smell, loved the sound of the turning page, loved the weight in her hands, loved the feel of the worn leather covers. Most of all she loved to read. It was magical to her. Nothing else could transport her to other times and places, even to other lives. She felt she had lived so many lives, seen through so many pairs of eyes; books had enriched her existence like nothing else ever could. Faye loved nothing more than to immerse herself fully in a narrative and lose herself. Her mother had always said these things skip a generation and Faye taken after Grandfather. There was no appreciation for literature of any kind in her immediate family and although she had always been indulged no one shared her passion. It came as no surprise to anyone that Grandfather's collection of books would be left to Faye when he passed. There were so many memories wrapped up in those books; as well as the fantastical stories themselves, so much shared time with Grandfather, Grandad she called him, as he introduced a young Faye to Alice and the Mad Hatter; Aslan and Lucy and Susan; Charlotte the spider; Bilbo the Hobbit and so much more besides. As she'd grown her tastes had broadened and matured but never diminished. It was a sad coincidence that Grandad had passed away unexpectedly during the night a few weeks before Faye's 30th birthday and now the will reading was on her birthday proper. It was her fiancé's intention to take her to Paris to celebrate, but now somehow it all just seemed in bad taste. Her mother insisted that Grandad would not want this, he'd loved life and was a constant source of light and joy to those who knew him, but this just made it all the harder for Faye. She missed him terribly and couldn't bring herself to even consider celebrating anything. The books were delivered to the small apartment she shared with Jon, the man she planned to marry in 10 months time. A total of eight tea chests arrived and a note explaining that there was the same amount again still in storage and a phone number to make arrangements to extend the storage or have the remainder delivered. "We can't take anymore; we haven't got room for these as it is! Come on Faye, it isn't practical, arrange to have them all put back in storage." Jon was right of course, there was nowhere in the flat to keep them all, but Faye felt a need to keep a hold of some of them. A compromise was reached and Faye would go through and select 10 books, the rest would go into storage. Jon had managed to cajole Faye into going out for a meal with her family, eventually she accepted that her milestone birthday should at least be marked if not jubilantly. They both took particular pleasure in Indian cuisine, and a table had been booked for 8:30 at an especially good local restaurant. Knowing they still had several hours to kill Faye began rummaging through the first tea chest. Each book had been loosely wrapped in newspaper and she carefully revealed each beloved volume. All were cherished old works she had read and reread many times picking out just 10 would be hard. She already had a stack of five essential books out of five unwrapped. Her hand hovered over the next book as Jon watched her with an amused expression. Faye threw him a look. "What?" She cried petulantly. "Look, we both know each one you unwrap is going straight on the essential pile. We both also know you agreed to hang on to just 10 for now. You've got how many six? Five, you have five already, just pick five more at random. That's your 10. Fair?" She knew it made sense and nodded sadly without looking up. Jon crouched and placed his hands on Faye's upper arms angling himself to try and look her in the eye. When this didn't work he gently cupped her chin in one hand and tilted her head till she was looking at him through her light brown fringe. Her bright blue eyes glistened with held back tears. He loved this face with all his heart, it was open and honest and truly beautiful to him. She always looked innocent and little bit lost and now with caste of sadness about it, he just wanted to protect her from any harm. He flung his arms around her and held her tight. "Hey, it's not forever, soon as we're married and everything has settled down we can find somewhere bigger. Somewhere you can create your library." Faye sniffed, pulled away and managed a smile. This man had always been there when she needed him and had supported her every whim. When she looked into his soft kind eyes she felt more loved then she deserved. He was good and safe and she cared for him deeply, when he had asked her to marry him just four months ago she had accepted. Life wasn't about thrills and excitement, she reasoned. She could get all her thrills and excitements form a book. Marriage to a kind decent loving man that she cared for in a nice comfortable home: that was real life and a lot more than many people had. Selecting one book from the top of the next five tea chests she carried them to the four seater dinner table and laid them out and delicately peeled back the wrappings. Each was greeted with a small squeak of excitement before being lovingly looked over and placed a side. That is until she came to the fifth and final book. As its unadorned brown cover was revealed Faye could not remember seeing this particular book before. Folding back the newspaper she went to pick it up and immediately pulled back her hand and gasped. "You OK?" Jon looked over his shoulder from watching TV. "Yeah. Yeah, touch of cramp is all." She made to rub her calf and threw him a half smile. She didn't know why she lied to him, something just told her this was for her only, and besides saying this book is warm and feels like flesh just sounded too crazy. Tentatively she reached out a hand and glanced her finger tips across the cover. It was! It was like stroking warm bare skin. She found herself caressing it and small thrills seemed to run up her fingers and along her arms. It was sensuous, erotic. Gingerly she closed the fingers of both hands around it and lifted it to examine the spine. There was writing along the length of the spine but Faye couldn't read it. It was Sanskrit or Arabic. She really didn't know anything about these languages but somehow she felt the words were of a sexual nature. Pure lust filled depraved sex. She did a quick check on Jon, his attention was back on the TV. Gripping the book caused the thrills up her arms to increase and tiny electric shocks tingled across her small breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly and her tummy began to flutter. Faye held the book to her chest as her breathing became shallow and the sensations in her nipples intensified and travelled through her fluttering tummy to her pussy. She bit a lip to keep from moaning out loud and felt herself dampen considerably. What was this book?! She held it away and opened it at the beginning. There was more of the eastern text. It made not literal sense but the figures seemed to suggest eroticism. Quite how she sensed this made no sense to her, but the sensations from touching it must have contributed. As she read the page the the figures at the periphery of her visions appeared to move. To sway and undulate over each other, Flowing lasciviously together. Her pussy pulsed gently to the rhythm of the flowing figures and her breathing was becoming shallow and rapid. She knew if she carried on she would orgasm here in front of Jon, so she picked up the book and headed to the bedroom. Fortunately Jon was totally focused on a repeat showing of a car programme that he liked, Faye was able to slip out without him noticing. She sat on the edge of the bed flicking through the pages of mysterious text. It continued to swirl and writhe sinuously, it's rhythm building momentum, the throbbing in her sex keeping pace. All the time ever stronger stimuli entered through her fingers and tingled in her breasts and nipples . The words were still unclear but sensations and desires and deep deep longings formed in her mind. Gradually they coalesced into images. Bodies entwined, naked sweating. The musty smell of sex hung in the air. So far the sensations had fueled her passions had aroused her physically, but with the swirling images concepts and feeling took a hold of her mind. Lust. A deep abiding carnal lust surged through her. She knew how the book touching her fingers felt, she knew how it touching chest had felt she wondered how would it feel if she...YES! YES! DO IT YES! Her own mind was urging her on. Or someone or something in her mind was urging her on. She needed no further encouragement, submitting to urges was reason enough. Yielding to lust was all that mattered. Pulling up her skirt and pulling her panties to one side she held the spine of the book against her pussy lips. They were soaked and had blossomed open and her clit was clearly exposed. All the air seemed to leave her body. She gasped and her eyes flew wide. Her back arched and the room she was in melted away. She was lying on a bed covered with rose petals. Where the book had been her hands were on the head of a young maiden. Her skin was dark, almost as dark as her jet black hair which hung down to the small of her back just as Faye's did. Her face wasn't visible because her mouth was pressed hard against Faye's pussy. Her tongue was alternately delving in and lapping at her juices and then flicking across her clit. Faye had never had any lesbian tendencies. Faye was not, before today, a very sexual person at all. But she could not help but enjoy what was happening to her. She lay back on the bed spreading her legs wide and screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. In all her life this was like nothing she had experienced. Her pussy spasmed and throbbed and her juices flowed out of her into the mouth of the waiting maiden. As her brain exploded in pleasure two more young dark skinned young girls appeared and started to suck on her nipples. Their lips were like the touch of the book . Faye had difficulty actually breathing as her not entirely diminished orgasm resumed it's course skyward. And still the desire and lust coursed through her. This was what she wanted, this was what she needed. The pleasure fed her lust, it didn't quench it. The girl with her head between her legs didn't let up but turned her head so Faye could look her in the eye. Her dark skin made her blue eyes stand out. Faye maintained eye contact. She looked at the young approvingly, she seeped sensuality. Faye couldn't help but wonder how the girls pussy would taste. "You will find out seen enough." A deep resonant voice surprised her. Her nipples were still being sucked and her body was awash with pleasure. Standing beside the bed was a naked man. His skin was the colour of the maidens though his black hair was streaked with silver. He had a small neat beard and would be considered distinguished looking in 2015 London. He smiled down at her and her lust filled eyes moved across his sculptured body and came to rest on his hard cock. It jutted out angling upwards a good 7 inches long nicely thick and entirely devoid of hair. She let out a low animalistic groan. "If you want to touch it you only have to reach out. Just allow to happen. " Her fingers closed around the shaft, it felt exactly like touching the book. Her hand pumped back and forth, the foreskin riding back over the uncircumcised head. Pre-cum was obvious and Faye licked her lips. "Go ahead, taste it. Your body longs to. Your mind needs to. Give in to desires. Accept your true self." The maidens were gone and Faye found herself wanting to taste cock for the first time all her 30 years. The idea had never appealed. But a switch in her mind had been flicked or the words of the book, beyond her comprehension though they were, had taken hold. Had changed her mind. Her lips closed around the head and the taste of pre-cum sent shivers through her. She greedily sucked and lapped at the head. She knew how the book felt in her hands, against her chest and even pressed up tight against her pussy. But now it was inside her. It was leaking into her. It was mixing and becoming one with her. The more she sucked the better she felt and the more she needed to suck. She was transforming she knew, into something sexual, something lustful and she liked it. Her mind was awash with carnal desires and aspirations. So much she hadn't done. So much she was going to do. Her fingers were buried in her pussy while she sucked and slurped on the cock but it wasn't enough. "Fuck me." So matter of fact. She moved into the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide. "Fuck me. Its why I'm here. I'm here for you to fuck and plant your seed in. I want it. I want it now" He chuckled. Climbing on to the bed he knelt between her open bent legs. Her feet were flat on the bed and her knees splayed. He ran the tip of his cock over her pussy lips. She was lifting, pushing, trying to be impaled on him. He leant forward, allowed the head to pass into her and kissed her deeply. The double stimuli caused Faye's eyes to roll back in her head. She kissed him back passionately and tried to pull his cock further into her. Their tongues danced together and he allowed himself to slowly enter her. Her pussy was tight and hot and oh so welcoming. She was thrusting hard up against him wanting all of him inside. Just as when she had sucked him, having him inside her, having his own secretions blending with hers, it changed her. Her pussy walls because more sensitive. As did her clitoris which expanded and swelled. Her pleasure was heightened a hundred fold and as the pleasure increased so too did the appetite. He had finally bottomed out and was entirely inside her. Breaking the kiss he pulled back and lunged forward. And withdrew and thrust home again and again he pumped into her faster and harder. Faye could only gurgle and push back in time with him. A massive orgasm was building quickly. As their bodies mashed together sweat poured off them the slapping of wet body against wet body echoed round the bed chamber. Lights went off in Faye's head and she wailed as her body's pleasure centres exploded. Her pussy gripped and flexed around his hard cock as it encouraged his discharge. She felt him stiffen and knew what was coming next. Nothing had prepared her for the ferocity or volume of his ejaculate. Certainly not sex with Jon. He seemed to be pumping pints into her. It felt, had she not been there to stop it, it would have shot clear across the room. This takes her orgasm to the next level and Faye passes out. Faye found herself back in her bedroom. She was slowly coming down from her orgasm. She was on the bed on her back. Legs spread but fully clothed. The book was nowhere to be seen and any signs of what had just that minute happened were gone. There was a light rap on the door and Jon came in, peering round the body of the door giving his best goofy smile. "Hey you! Didn't notice you'd gone sorry. You know the Hamster amuses me. Want me to leave you to kip for a while? I know this has all got to be emotionally draining" "What time is?" "We still have ages yet, it's just gone six. Shall I leave you for another hour or so?" "Please." She gave him a sweet smile and made to roll into her side. Jon quietly closed the door and left her alone. Faye was confused. No time at all had passed since she'd come to her bed and he must surely have heard her cries of joy. Had any of it really happened? Was she hallucinating the whole time? Her pussy buzzed and the sensation caused her to start. It certainly felt freshly fucked and the enhanced sensitivity was still there, so too was the extra appetite. She spotted the book on the floor by the bed. As she reached over to pick it up the now familiar tingle coursed through her fingers. A smile spread across her face. She caressed the book like a lover and closed her eyes. For the next hour she fucked with her dark skinned lover taking him in every hole, climbing to new heights of sensual pleasure. All the time he was leaving more of himself in side, in her body and in her mind and she welcomed him. She was the heroine of the book, the story was her story and was swept away with it. She was drawn back to reality by noise of the shower. Jon must be getting ready. "Join him. Feel the sensation of soapy skin on soapy skin. Every opportunity for pleasure should be taken." The voice was her own and the hunger was real but she knew the words were the books. She was reluctant at first, this was Jon, she never initiated sex with Jon. She felt her pussy buzz and voice sounded more urgent. "Join him! Before the moment is lost". Faye stood from the bed, placed the book under her pillow and walked towards the bathroom shedding clothes as she went. Entering the room naked Jon sensed her presence. "Hello sleepyhead! Be done in a minute if you woah! " Pulling back the curtain she climbed in next to him. Her expression was one of arousal. She smiled as her eyes roamed his naked form. "Allow me," her voice was hushed, husky. Filling the palm of one hand with shower gel she commenced to wash his cock and balls. He was too stunned to speak but his rapidly erecting cock pleased her. She took suds from his groin and applied them to her own then took his hand and rubbed her pussy with it. He needed no further prompting and the masturbated each other for a few seconds under the spray of hot water. Faye leaned in by his ear and in the same hushed husky voice whispered, "I think we should shave down here. Wouldn't you like to eat and fuck my smooth bald pussy?" Jon had never heard Faye speak like this before and concerned as he was, he was also incredibly aroused. She felt great satisfaction knowing he was harder than she'd ever known him to be. Stepping out from the shower she pulled him by the hand to follow. "Faye, we're all wet!" She kept going leaving wet footprints across the tiny bathroom floor. Still holding his hand pulling her with him, "I know Jon, I'm so wet for you right now. I want you inside me." Jon didn't know if he should laugh at that or not. She sounded perfectly serious. They entered the bedroom Faye walking backwards still pulling him by he hand, still dripping water from the shower. She allowed herself to fall onto the bed and spread her legs apart. "Fuck me Jon. I want to feel you right up inside me." Jon was conflicted. As incredibly sexy as all this was it was just not Faye. But it obviously was. That was Faye right there, naked and wet and asking to be fucked. He climbed on top and and nudged her entrance. He pushed and found her pleasantly tighter than usual. He had no difficulty entering her but he felt gripped in a hot wet velvet tube. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah Jonny right there. Oh yeah oh yeah. Fuck me yes! Oh yes fuck me hard. Suck my tits, suck em. Bite my nipples! " Jon was fucking her as hard and fast as he could. He knew he couldn't last long like this. It felt like she was milking him and he tried hard to fend it off. Taking a nipple between his teeth he sucked. He couldn't be certain but her breast seemed fuller, firmer. Larger. Faye started to cum. Her pussy was as sensitive as her dark-skinned lover had made it, the angle of pounding was stimulating her larger more excitable clit. She dug her nails into Jon's back and slammed up against him. Shouting obscenities and encourment in turn her orgasm thundered through her. Jon was just pleased that he held off as long as he had when suddenly his own sexual high peaked and he let out a mighty roar. His balls pumped their contents into his beloved for what seemed like minutes. His orgasm lasted longer than any he could remember. He lay top of her, the two of them panting in unison. Turning his face to hers he gave his goofy grin. "That was..outstanding! " Faye ummmed in agreement. Then made a sulky noise when his waining erection slipped out of her. Book Lover When they finally arrived at there restaurant they were 40 minutes late. The other guests had ordered their meals and some were on their starters. A mixture of jeers and applause greeted them. Jon felt a little uncomfortable, this shaving lark was going to take some getting used to. Faye on the other hand loved the feel of her silk panties hushing against her pink smooth pussy. The maitre d caught her eye. An elegant older man with silver streaked black hair and a small neat beard. They exchanged knowing smiles. "Thank you for arranging this darling, I think I'm really going to enjoy this meal." To be continued?