0 comments/ 28948 views/ 3 favorites Memories Ch. 02 By: katzen The demon smiled into the coming clouds, feeling the heaviness of the air, the promise that had been building long before the sun had set the night before. There was electricity in the air, the scent of building rain, the morning sun overwhelmed by the approaching storm. The potential had truly become promise near midnight, but he had still wondered if the promise were true or if it was like one of his own, seductive and alluring, but ultimately false. After his encounter with the bride-to-be, he had simply walked for awhile, basking in the energy of the people around him, their happiness, both real and faked, their sadness that was never a mask. Desperation coursed around him at the entrances to bars and he fed on it, taking a moment here and there to bring it to the forefront before rudely crushing it under his smile. He was mildly surprised when the black haired woman from before, the friend of the bride, stepped into the bar he was sitting in at the moment. He had his eye lightly on a pair, an older woman and her husband, spicing up their love-life, he presumed, but he released them as she entered, an internal smile growing broader. The night, he realized, was full of promise after all. The black haired woman looked about the bar, her eyes finally landing on him then skimming off to inspect the floor. “Subtle,” he mused, watching her bemusedly as she turned and headed back out the door, her pace quick and awkward. He had almost given up on the situation when the door slammed back open, a large man all in black striding in with an almost palpable air of anger and hatred. The demon sat up straighter, draining his glass. The man was firm, muscles from high school football not yet turning to fat with every beer that passed his lips. His features were rough and uneven, his hands crossed with fine scars. He marched through the room with the grace of a steam train, his fists clenched at his side, his eyes locked on the demon, shaking his head with every step to keep his ragged brown hair out of his eyes. The punch that came at the demon was so obvious, he simply settled slightly to one side, the glass of breaking glass and wood bringing the bar to a halt. The demon glanced lazily at the wall behind him, the jagged hole still full of mirror, reflecting him back to himself a hundred times over, then looked back at the man who was bringing his other fist back before him. The demon stood and straightened his shirt, catching the second blow with one hand and holding it at bay, his voice soft even in the near silence. “What is your name?” The man was thrown off his train of emotion, derailed by the strangeness of the request, confusion eating his resolve. “You fucker...” “I asked a simple question,” the demon stepped in closer, the man’s fist still held tight, “what is your name?” The man floundered, lost in the simplicity of the question, “Uh...uh...Ted. You.. fucked...” The demon smiled, pushing on Ted’s hand until he backed up a step, stepping with him, “Ted...you must be the bridegroom, out to enjoy a final night of bachelorhood.” Ted’s eyes darkened at the mockery, his original intentions beginning to return. “I suggest,” the demon continued, forcing Ted back one more step before releasing the man’s hand, “we continue this outside. There are people here who wish only for a quiet drink.” He had no compunctions about turning his back on Ted, the man was simple, easy to read. Easy to manipulate. He would follow the demon outside, still wondering what exactly had happened to his simple plan of marching in and beating the shit out of the man who had violated his bride. He would follow all the way into the darkest corner of the parking lot before he truly realized what he was doing, then he would lash out again. Even as the demon thought all this, it was coming true, Ted’s fist travelling rapidly towards the back of his head. It was a useless gesture, the demon simply stepped aside, leaving the momentum with nowhere to go, the force with nowhere to dissipate. Instead of crunching satisfactorally into flesh, the fist slammed into brick and mortar, Ted’s howl of pain rising into the night as he whirled to try and follow his intended victem. Again he struck, again the demon was seemingly not where he should be, always a step too far one way, a hair too far the other. Again and again they moved in a lumbering dance, the man stumbling, the demon gliding, leading him away from the safety of the parking lot. “Goddamnit, fight, you fucker.” The demon smiled, broad and dark, his eyes sparking in the night air. “Okay.” Ted’s fist was grabbed again, his body whirled around, his face smashed into a wall, his tongue tasting blood. The demon was behind him now, his weight pushed into Ted’s back, his hands nearly crushing the man’s wrists. Ted could smell him, feel his warmth, hear his breath. They stood there, Ted struggling for what seemed hours, his efforts rewarded with another and yet another slam into the brick wall. His head was growing woozy, his mind numbing, a distant part of him rising up in panic on a wave of adrenaline, speaking only in ancient instincts. Lie down, the voice said, belly up, show submission. You’re beaten. “There,” the demon’s voice echoed in the hollow Ted’s mind was hiding in, luring him partway back to the surface, “There. It’s so much easier when you stop struggling, isn’t it? So much easier when you give in. When you accept.” Part of Ted, the part of him that fled even farther into the hollow, leaving the rest of him to cope as best it could, that part of Ted was screaming with terror. He could feel the demon’s nails, too long, too sharp, biting into his wrists as they raised his hands to press against the brick wall. He could hear the unnatural tones to the demon’s voice, see the red glow that lapped about them in the alley. But the part of him that knew, or intuited, what all that meant, that part was the part that left, leaving him alone. “Ted,” the demon let go of Ted’s hands, his body still pressed into the man’s back, his claws sliding down the man’s face as he shuddered at the sound of his name, “Ted, tell me again, why are you so mad at me?” “You,” Ted gulped, feeling the lightness of the touch on his cheek, the warmth that surrounded him from behind. The demon’s hands almost burned as they touched him, “You fucked my...fiance. You took her...virginity.” The demon laughed, his claws slicing into Ted’s shirt, finding the skin underneath, leaving fine cuts that welted up as they bled. “Did I? Did I take it? Or did she give it?” His claws shrunk as his hands slid into Ted’s pants, teasing the skin that lurked just below the waistband. “She wouldn’t...she was saving...” Ted stammered, feeling himself growing hard, his heart pounding in his chest with every touch. “She was saving herself,” the demon’s voice dripped with contempt and sarcasm, “She gave it away, Ted, she screamed for me to take it, she begged. She took me deep into her mouth, she opened herself for me, she impaled herself on me, she cried out with me.” Ted sobbed quietly, his hips jerking upwards, hoping for one finger, just one, to slide lower. “Ted,” the demon’s hand slid lower, barely missing Ted’s pulsing cock, “Ted, do you want to know why she did it? Why she gave herself so willingly?” Ted could only breathe for a moment, his eyes closed, his jaw slack. Then, barely, only barely, he nodded. The demon spun him around again, slamming the back of the head against the bricks as their lips met, crushing together, his tongue sliding into Ted’s mouth. Ted never fought, his hips bucking against the demon’s leg, his hands still holding onto the wall. The demon stole his breath, tempted his tongue, brought him to a fever pitch that was matched only by the hardness of his cock as it pulsed and yearned for release. The man was lost in the kiss, his senses on fire, his heart racing as moments became minutes. It ended and Ted’s moans became sobs. “See, Ted,” the demon stepped back across the alley, “What would you do to have me?” Ted’s eyes slitted open, his hips still twitching slightly in memory of what he had felt. The demon leaned against the wall across from him, hands partly in his pockets, his black hair cascading about his face. There was laughter in eyes as he watched Ted struggle to think, his lips curved into a gentle smile. Finally, the demon, in his own way, took pity on the man, his voice reaching across the alley. “Crawl to me, Ted, crawl to me and show me what you would do to have me.” Ted dropped to his knees without questions, his hands finding the ground, his eyes glazed with the lust the demon had inspired. Slowly, the ground slick and sharp beneath his hands, he crawled forward, stopping at the demon’s feet to gaze at him, wondering what to do next. As he stared, he understood, his hands rising from the ground to find the demon’s zipper, the sound agonizingly loud in the strange silence that surrounded them. Ted’s fingers, nervous and clumsy, reached inside to fish the first cock he had touched other than his own out into the night air. He only knew what it was he liked and so he did that, his tongue circling the head, his hand lightly caressing the shaft. The taste filled him, spreading across his tongue as the demon’s coaxing oozed into his ears. “That’s right, lick it all, from tip to base. Nuzzle it, flick it, that’s right. Now take it deep into your mouth,” his moans served only to excite Ted more, his motions growing quicker and more sure, the demon’s cock sliding farther and farther into his mouth until it pressed against his throat, finally sliding past that as well. He could feel the pulse in it as it slid across his tongue and down his throat, his hands clenching the demon’s hips, pulling it farther and farther into him. “Get it nice and wet, you’ll want that,” the demon’s tone was breathier now, his words growing ragged as he clenched Ted’s head between his hands, fucking his face with slow, even strokes. “Take yourself out, Ted, touch yourself, too,” Ted was only too eager to comply, his hands flying to his zipper, bringing his torturously erect cock into the open and abusing it with strokes made rough by his excitement. He finally matched the pace of his hands with the pace of his mouth, his moans serving only to arouse the demon farther, to cause his eyes to flash red in the darkness. “Stand up,” Ted froze at the words, fear filling him again. The demon sighed, pulling the man’s head back away from him, “If you want, I can leave now.” Ted shook his head, but remained still. “Stand up, Ted, and bend over,” the demon’s claws grew again, slicing into Ted’s scalp, his smile disappearing, “I am not a patient being.” Ted rose slowly, looking for approval, looking for that smile. There was none, the demon frowned. Scarred hands, the recipients of countless footballs, pressed against the brick, his legs spreading, his waist bent. Denim ripped, shredded before the demon’s claws and Ted screamed, his ass ripping open only a second later, the demon slamming inside him in one excruciating push. The demon’s hands wove into his hair again, pulling him back, forcing him into a kiss. Only their lips moved, then the demon’s hand began to lightly brush Ted’s chest, his cock pulsing deep inside him, the pain subsiding into a dull ache that filled the man’s being. Ted found himself pulled into the kiss again, the fullness in his ass becoming pleasurable, the soft stroking of his chest somehow bringing him to hardness again. The demon was patient this time, waiting, building, teasing with his stillness, until he felt Ted’s hips move slightly against his own, the tight asshole twitching deliciously around him. Ted found himself doing the moving, easing slowly forward and back, the sliding friciton building waves of pleasure inside him, wiping away the last bits of the pain until he was slamming his hips against the demon’s, his own hands holding the demon’s to his head, his own tongue dancing in the demon’s mouth, delighting in the smile he could feel there. Ted had never felt himself so hard, had never felt so much pleasure. All of him was involved in one thing, fucking the cock inside him, forcing it as deep into him as he could, writhing on it, feeling it touch every part of him. Each thrust brought forth a moan from the man, until he could bear it no longer, his cock seeming to explode even though he hadn’t touched it, his movements becoming disjointed as his orgasm racked his frame. The demon threw back his head and joined him in his pleasure, holding him tight onto him, erupting deep inside. The stood there, Ted’s breath coming in hics and gasps, his head falling forward again to rest against the brick, his hands sliding down by his cheeks. The demon shoved him forward then, his cock sliding out, leaving cum to trickle down Ted’s legs. His laughter echoed in the alley as he straightened himself up, staring at the former high school football star, his pants torn and shredded, his ass stretched, cum smearing his thighs. “Why were you so mad at me, Ted? Oh, yes,” the demon walked away, never once looking behind him, “Because I fucked your bride. I guess you have something in common after all.” The falling rain brought the demon back to the present, his memories of Ted’s final sob fading with the cool water. He had left the man there, crying, knowing that the three men who were headed drunkenly down the alley towards Ted weren’t going to leave him alone, not in the state he was in. Ted would get plenty of experience then and he, though he would always hate himself for it, would love every second of it. An unusual marriage was waiting for him. In fact, the demon, realized as he stopped and raised his face to the rain, he might have to break his own rule and look in on the couple in a year or two. See how they were managing. ****to be continued and finished in part three Memories Ch. 02 Please read Chapter One. Robert stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror naked, his hand moved slowly up and down on his hard cock. His mind was in the past remembering the last weeks of his marriage. For a week or two all was well, it seemed she was doing okay and he hadn’t seen Gerald in all that time. Then at lunch one day, he stopped in a quite bar not far from work, planning not to go back to work that day, and there was Gerald. He sat in a booth, Gerald was at the bar, they ignored each other for a drink and then Gerald came over to the booth and sat across from him. Robert looked at him, all the anger was gone, yet something was bothering both of them it seemed. “What the hell Gerald,” Robert spoke first, “why the hell would you seduce my wife?” “Seduce?” Gerald repeated, “Robert I didn’t….” “Don’t give that shit to me,” Robert cut him off. “All was going great with my marriage and then you got involved!” Robert could feel the anger coming back and he knew Gerald could hear it too. “Look Robert,” Gerald replied, “If you want to know what I know, then I’ll talk, if you want to believe your own delusions about your wife, then I’ll see ya around.” He said as he started to get up. “No, wait,” Robert stopped him. “I want to know what is going on, and she ain’t talking about it to me at all.” “I didn’t seduce your wife,” Gerald began, “I came over to your house to pick up that box of papers you wanted me to get for the Kline Project. Karen was there and answered the door in her bathrobe. It was a classic picture, there I was in your office, your wife right beside me and every time she bent over, I saw more tit or leg. She sat in your chair as I opened up some boxes to be sure I had the right one, and I looked over at her and could see her pussy. I resisted and looked away until I heard the chair squeak, thinking she got up, or closed her robe, I looked up and now she had the robe wide open and I was looking at her nude body. I started to say something when she put a foot up on the desk and spread her legs even further while she played with her tits. Man, you’ve got a great looking wife and I was horny as hell, and I watched her as she slowly made her way down to her pussy and began to rub her clit while staring at me.” “What was I suppose to do, she put her head back and began to moan, I moved closer to her, almost touching her leg, she was cramming two fingers into her pussy and I could smell her excitement overwhelm me. I leaned in so she knew I was touching her leg with my body and she simply said, fuck me. I should have said no and went home and fucked my own wife, but it was really hard to say no. I dropped my pants and fucked her right there on the chair and the desk, then later in the bedroom. It was like she couldn’t get enough, she’d fuck until I came, and I knew she came, then she’d suck me hard again and fuck me again as soon as I was hard. After that day, I was over there once or twice a week and, and not always alone. She preferred more than one guy and I sometimes brought a friend or two to see her.” He ended his narration and stared at Robert waiting for his reaction. His tightening balls had brought him back to the present, he looked in the mirror as his hand moved faster and faster on his hard cock, just a matter of seconds and he would cum. He hadn’t planned to jack off just now, but not he was too close, nothing would stop him from shooting his load as he saw in his mind the picture of his beautiful wife taking two or more cocks at a time. . . “Daddy, I’m home!” came the voice of Cheryl his daughter from the other room. Robert opened his eyes, the vision of his ex wife faded away as he looked at himself in the mirror again, his hand moving over his hard cock, any second going to explode cum all over, standing there naked and his Daughter was just in the next room. Then hit him as he looked past himself in the mirror, he hadn’t shut the bedroom door, and she could see him if she just walked to the doorway. Suddenly as if reading his thoughts she popped into the bedroom and could see him standing there masturbating. He looked in the mirror at her, his cock twitched in his hand, their eyes locked as she saw her father standing there naked cranking his hard cock. She was beautiful, the image of her mother, almost walking out of the scenes he had played in his mind of his wife. He took in the vision of his lovely daughter Cheryl, standing there wide eyed staring at him. She looked so good at that moment wit her short skirt and halter top that showed off her breast, the nipples poking at the material, the skirt just inches below her crotch. For just those few seconds of shock of being caught and her surprise of finding him like that, they looked each other over. His hand moved on his cock still, she stood just inside the doorway with her eyes focused on his cock, they said nothing. Then he began to shoot cum out onto the counter and sink, his knees felt week and his body trembled, he groaned and stared at her as he came, she stared back openly watching his orgasm. Finally he regained himself, cum dripping from his hand and cock, some on his legs, and all over the counter. She just turned around and walked out and he could have sworn she was smiling as she left. He quickly got in the shower again and rinsed off then dressed and went to find Cheryl. His mind was racing, he could have ruined everything by doing that, and she didn’t even know about him seeing her the other night. He found her in the kitchen, quickly putting their dinner together. She looked at him as he came in and smiled. They said nothing for a while as they both worked to get their plates together and sat down at the table to eat. “So how was your day?” he asked her. “Not half as good as yours.” She giggled and looked down at her plate turning red. “That’ll be enough of that young lady.” He smiled back at her. “I didn’t expect you to be home so soon.” “I’m home so soon because I have to go to the library after we eat, I’ve got a paper due by the end of the semester that I’ve not even started.” She stated. “Plus that is just payback for you catching me the other night.” She smiled as she looked down at her plate. Wow, he thought, she knew about that and she hit him with it really hard. After a second of thought he changed the subject slightly. “I’ve noticed you haven’t been spending much time with the boys lately.” “Are you asking if I’m getting any?” she giggled. “Well,” he smiled back, “I wouldn’t put it that way, but I guess I am.” “Humph!” she responded at playfully at his question. “It’s just a really hard semester and not only that,” she paused “I probably shouldn’t discuss this with you anyways, but then who else.” She paused again. “Go on,” he encouraged, “you can tell me your problems.” “Well,” she slowly started, then unleashed her concerns in a torrent, “the guys at the college only want one thing, like all guys, and the problem is they go for it with no foreplay, or nothing most of the time, and then they are done before I’m really started. They don’t try to do anything for me, I’m just the hole they are using, and they are proud they got some and I feel royally fucked, over that is.” She stopped and looked at her Dad. “I can reassure you that when you find the right guy that shouldn’t be a problem. Guys change when they really care, or as the get older at the very least.” He said. “Are you telling me to I should date older guys?” she questioned with a smile. “No,” he smiled at her, “I’m telling you that it will get better later on.” “Hmmmm,” she mused playfully, “I wonder what older guy I could hit on.” “Quit that,” he said in a pleasantly annoyed voice, “you just need to find the guy that cares about you, that’s all.” She smiled back and they both fell quite as they finished eating and then she headed out for the evening as he sat in front of the TV intending to watch something. He flipped through the channels finding nothing to watch out of 200 channels and finally turned the DVD player on. He was surprised to find a porno playing, this one started with some young girl and two guys flirting, funny he thought, he didn’t remember leaving this DVD in the player. His mind began to wonder again, as he thought about the last few days. He silently made up his mind that this thing with his daughter would go no further, it had to stop. He remembered the last time he got involved in deviant sex with his wife and how much it cost him. It had been a few days since he talked to Gerald, he had convinced Gerald to come over to the house one evening so he could confront his wife with all the new information he had. With Gerald there to support him, she wouldn’t be able to deny anything and somehow, he wanted her to pay for being the little slut she had turned out to be. Robert concentrated on the screen for a second, the girl was naked while one fucked her and she was sucking the other one. He stood up and took off his pants, his cock was hard, if not from the movie, then from the memories. He sat back down and watched the guys change positions as he slowly cranked the shaft of his hard cock. The screen took him back to his memories… He told his wife he had company coming and told her to wear a nice dress. She wore a long flowery dress that was held up by two straps and about 3 buttons down the front. When he got home he took one look and said she looked beautiful. She started to ask who was coming over for dinner when the bell rang and he went to answer it. When Gerald walked into the room she turned a little pale and felt faint. Robert and Gerald were acting normal, just like old friends so she acted the same, like nothing had happened. She was concerned about the way Robert acted, he didn’t talk about what he saw at all, and he hadn’t had sex with her except the blowjob she gave him the night he found out. Since then he had stayed aloof and somewhat distant from her. He use to fuck her at the very least once a week, if not 3 times or more a week. But not this week, he had kept his distance. She was use to getting it 3 or 4 times a day and she had not broken her promise to him, and she thought to herself, God I’m Horny. Dinner went well; they talked about everything except sex and had a good time. Nothing seemed to be different and she hadn’t picked any clues from either of them that it was. She was a little upset that he could be so angry with her about this affair and yet act like it was no bid deal with Gerald. After all, both of them were caught, and she seemed to bear the brunt of his anger. After Dinner they retired to the living room and that is when Robert decided to lowered the boom on Karen. He had waited for the right moment, when everyone was comfortable with each other and no one was thinking about what had happened. Before any of them sat down he stood in front of her and said loud enough for all to hear, “Gerald says you are quite the little slut, that you like it best with more that one guy.” Her face dropped, she looked back and forth between the two of them stunned. She had no idea what to do or say as her husband stood in front of one of her lovers accusing her of being a slut. Finally she locked eyes with Robert and shook her head slightly no. She looked back at Gerald, she could see he was quite serious and was very uncomfortable being caught between the two of them. She shuddered with anger and fear while trying to figure out just what Robert was up to. “I’m not lying, Gerald told me everything, from the first time he fucked you, to how he would bring friends with him to help with you.” He said before she could speak staring into her eyes as if to contest her to deny it. “I, umm” is all she said as she looked back at him. She just wished he would drop it and let them have a good evening. The chances of that happening seemed to be quite slim now. “I think that’s yes” Robert said to Gerald who was standing watching the whole thing and not wanting to look either of them in the eye. She looked at Gerald and his eyes were soft, not hard like Robert’s. He looked like he wanted to help her in some way, but could not. “Well, is it true Slut, do you get your kicks from lot’s of guys at one time?” Robert brought her attention back to him. “I have been with two. . . “ She whispered without completing the sentence. “Really?” Robert questioned, and then he raised his hand up to her shoulder and pushed one of the straps of the dress off her shoulder. She stood there looking at him, afraid and ashamed of the way he was treating her in front of Gerald. Robert pushed the other strap off and the dress clung on by the three buttons on the front. His hand went to the front of her dress and she watched his hand instead of his eyes. He undid the bottom button and the dress loosened around her breast a little, then he undid the second button and the dress opened just a little so her bra could be seen. She stood still with her arms at her side and looked up to his eyes as he undid the top button. As soon as He did, her dress fell to the ground around her feet and she was standing there in her bra, panties, nylons, and shoes. She looked at Gerald and he was looking over her matching underwear and from that look in his eyes she could tell his mind was filling with lust. She looked back at her husband, and she could see the lust, but much less so. Robert bent down and helped her step out of her dress and carried it over and laid it across the back of his chair. He sat down and said, “Honey, would he get us some drinks?” as he motioned for Gerald to sit next to him on the sofa. She went to the bar and fixed three drinks and brought them back, handing Gerald his and Robert his, she sat down across from them on the love seat. They went back to talking shop and telling jokes about co workers and ignoring her state of undress. She quickly drank her drink and waited for them to finish before getting them a refill. When she served the second drink, Robert stood up and turned her around facing away from them. He unclasped her bra and slid it off her shoulders. The bra slid down and caught in the crook of her arms revealing her breast to the two men. He took the drinks out of her hands and motioned for her to sit. She lowered her hands and let the bra fall to the floor and sat facing them again on the love seat. Now she was only wearing shoes, stocking and panties. Her breast hanging out, her nipples hard, and she began to feel that throb from her clit as it became engorged and her panties were getting wet, that told her that somehow she was enjoying this. By now she had figured out that Robert was out to humiliate her, and so far he had exceeded quite well. She figured he would parade her around in front of Gerald and then send Gerald home just to show Gerald that she was his wife. She downed the second drink and got herself another drink not waiting for them and when she sat down he told her to take off her shoes and stockings. She kicked off her shoes and sat down, sitting her drink on the end table she slowly rolled the stockings down and off. She picked up her drink and downed it, she was feeling quite drunk as she sat there in her panties. She stood back up and faced them, hooked her thumbs into her panty straps and slid them down and stepped back out of them. She didn’t see any reason to wait for Robert to tell her to, and he gave her a warning look, like she was somehow out of line. She handed Robert the panties and looked at Gerald who looked like he was ready to jump her any minute. She walked over to the bar swaying her naked ass and poured herself another drink and came back and sat down. Their talk had turned to blow jobs and Robert was telling Gerald how great of a blow job he had gotten from Karen the night they got caught. Gerald seemed interested and was asking questions like, did she take it all, did you cum in her throat, and so on. Finally Robert just blurted out, “Hell, find out for yourself,” and Gerald just shut up and looked at him. Then Robert told Karen, get down there and blow Gerald, he’s horny and needs some help. Karen started to say no, but didn’t dare challenge the look in his eyes. She walked over in front of Gerald, got on her knees and began to undo his pants. She undid the buckle, then the snap and the zipper and she tugged on the pants, Gerald quickly lifted his ass off the couch to allow his pants to come down. Gerald’s cock sprang up hard as a rock as she pulled his pants down to his ankles. Robert watched as she began to stroke Gerald’s cock, “Make as good as mine,” he said as she began to kiss the side of his dick. “I don’t want Gerald to think I’m lying.” He laughed. She began slowly licking up and down his cock while rubbing it with her hand, a drop of pre-cum glistened at the top and she stuck her tongue out and licked it away. Then she took the head into her mouth and sucked it, and slowly slid the cock as far into her mouth as she could, then came back up till the head was almost out of her mouth. Gerald moaned as she plunged back down on his cock, the head hitting the back of her throat. She saw Robert get up from his chair and take his clothes off. His cock was has hard as she had ever seen it, he got behind her and rubbed her cunt with the head of his cock, and then slowly slide his cock into her hot pussy. She was really wet and he had no problem sliding in to the hilt. Well if this is what it takes to get him to fuck me, she thought. “Man, she loves sucking cock, she is real juicy.” Robert told Gerald has he slammed his cock into her. All the mixed up emotions had been one thing for Karen, but the sexual tension, not getting any mainly, left her so bad off that she began to cum right away. She moaned and almost gagged as Gerald shoved his cock into her mouth, he had his hands on her head and was fucking her mouth for all he was worth, and her Husband Robert was hard fucking her cunt. He could feel the walls of her cunt spasm on his cock as he crammed it completely in and pulled out for another thrust. “You got to feel this cunt,” Robert said to Gerald, “she is one sex starved slut. Let’s trade.” Robert pulled out of her cunt and Gerald got up and got behind her as Robert sat on the couch. Karen looked at his cock, covered in her juices; she wasn’t a big fan of sucking a pussy soaked cock. Gerald shoved his cock into her pussy, he began to hammer her hard, and she bent down and took Robert into her mouth fully in one thrust. She could taste her own juices mixed with his pre-cum leaking out of his cock. He grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth hard, like he had been fucking her pussy. He pushed hard and hit the back of her throat, then even harder and sliding part the way into her throat. She gasped for air as he pulled back and then slammed his cock back into her throat. Her nose was being buried in his pubic hair and then he’d pull back and she could breathe for a second before he slammed his cock back into her throat. She worked on the timing of just trying to breathe as she felt his cock swell and knew he was going to cum any time now. She twisted her head back and forth and that did the trick. He shoved her head down into his lap as she felt his cum gushing out of his cock. Some went down her throat with no problem, she thought she was going to choke for a second, then the rest was in her mouth. He was getting softer by the second and cum continued to leak out of his cock. Gerald was still fucking her and now she could concentrate on how good that felt. Robert pulled his soft cock out of her mouth and moved back to his chair and watched Gerald fucking her. Gerald began to slam into her cunt, she could feel him swelling inside her, that triggered another orgasm for her, and she began to pant widely as he began to grunt and growl. She opened her mouth and squealed as she felt his cock erupt in her cunt. His hot cum filled her and her cunt squeezed his cock as she moaned and cried out in bliss. Slowly they stopped and Gerald pulled out. She crawled up on the couch and sat down, cum flowing out of her cunt onto the cushion, as she wiped some cum off her chin that had escaped. She looked at Robert; he was completely naked sitting in his chair looking at them. Memories Ch. 02 Gerald sat on the couch next to Karen, wearing only a shirt, his cock limp and laying on his leg. “Karen,” Robert finally spoke, “suck Gerald’s cock, get him hard again so he can fuck you some more. I’m going to bed, I’m tired. Gerald, fuck her all you want, stay the night if you want.” He sat and watched and waited for Karen to start sucking Gerald’s cock. She bent over and lifted the soft cock up and stuck it in her mouth, slowly sucking and sliding it in and out of her mouth. Gerald’s cock began to stiffen right away, and Robert got up and left the room. Robert could hear the talking lowly for a while, and then he could hear her moaning in the other room while Gerald fucked her. He fell asleep and woke up about two hours later and could still hear her moaning. He went back to sleep and didn’t wake up till morning and when he went into the living room, he found Karen was naked on the couch asleep, Gerald no where to be found. Memories Ch. 02 This is a continuation of Memories at the request of many readers. To those that voted and sending comments, thank you very much. In appreciation, I hope this writing is as stimulating for you as Memories. "I lay there trembling wondering if they were going to do that there in front of everyone. Jean lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Relax Amy, just think, we both want to eat you someday. Just that thought should keep you wet and horny until we decide to initiate you. We know you are going to love it and you will love doing us also." The quotation is from Memories and is the starting point for this Chapter. Monday in Spanish class, I had difficulty concentrating. Erin kept glancing at me from time to time and had that sheepish, I know something, grin on her face. After class, she waited for me and said, "I hope you are wet and horny yet." My nips went to rock hard immediately, my pussy lips swelled and I got red. She smiled and then said, "Nice, Jean and I sure want to taste you." I looked around to see if anyone else was close enough to hear that remark. My mouth had gone dry. What could I say anyway? "Jean and I are planning a sleep over at her place Friday night next week just in case you are wondering when we might get together. That will give you two weeks to keep your panties soaked thinking about our tongues taking you to a place you have never have been." I stood there frozen holding my books tight to my boobs. "See ya!" as she rushed off. I heard a bell. Oh ----, I am late for a math class. I rushed to the class. Thank God, it was the large gathering in the auditorium. Late comers are not so obvious. As I was sitting taking notes, a familiar odor hit my nostrils. I do not know if I was blushing but I was getting warm. My mind drifted to a female head between my legs. God I could not concentrate on the class. I decided to call Erin and explain to her that I will go crazy waiting two weeks and my grades will suffer as a result. I would plead for her or Jean to get me past this point so it was not constantly on my brain. After math class, I rushed to the dorm to change clothes. My God, I was soaked. I headed for lunch forgetting to call Erin because I was behind schedule. After paying for the food, I walked to the tables and spotted Jean with two other girls. My heart leaped to my throat. I found a different table at the other end of the room and sat with my back to Jean. Half way through my yogurt I heard, "Hi Amy," as a chair slid out. Then, "Did Erin mention the party a week from Friday to you yet?" "Yes she did Jean." "I hope you can make room in your schedule to come play with us." I could not contain myself any longer. "Jean I have been leaking since the other night. It has been much worse since Erin mentioned it earlier today. My mind cannot get the picture out of a girl's head between my legs. Do you think you or Erin can slip over to my place and get me over this crisis before the party? You two have me climbing the walls." I was hoping you would ask. That is why I came over to sit with you. I remember my first experience at being strung out. I figured that by today you would need help. I want to taste you anyway before Erin gets to you. I know see wants to ask you tomorrow if she can be of any help but I would love to help you today." "God Jean, that would be awesome. My roommate moved to another college so there is an extra bed at my place." I laughed at myself for that stupid remark. Are two beds necessary? In my case, we each had separate bedrooms anyway so it would not have made any difference if the roommate were there or not. "What time should I drop by?" "Anytime after six; the sooner I get this over with, the better, so I can get back to normal." "Amy your life will be changed just like it was when the guy took your cherry." I started to laugh. Jean had that puzzled look on her face and then blurted, "You're not a virgin yet are you?" I had to laugh harder. When I composed myself I said, "Jean, I took my own cherry when I used a Tampax." We both were laughing, now. I was beginning to relax knowing I would soon know what it would be like to have a girl's head between my legs. Maybe it would be better than a guy. I managed to cope pretty well the rest of the afternoon in classes. After class, the anticipation began to grow as the clock marched to the vertical magical six. As the hands moved past the twelve, anxiety began to take over. I was wondering if she would leave me hang and not drop by. At six-fifteen, the buzzer rang. My heart began to race. I ran to the intercom to make sure it was Jean and to buzz her in. I was a nervous wreck by the time she walked in. I had left the door open; most of us in the dorm do unless we desire privacy. After Jean walked in, I closed the door. When I turned around, she was standing next to me. She reached out to hug me and said, "Thanks for the invitation. I am already leaking thinking about you since lunch time." She broke the hug and then she slipped out of her shoes and said, "I hate wearing shoes, I hope you don't mind." She then took a finger and traced my lips, all the time looking at them. Then she leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. My arms went around Jean. I felt her tongue slipping in between my lips. I relaxed my lips so her tongue could snake its way in. As her tongue made contact with mine, an electrical charge went straight from my tongue to my nips and pussy. I had to break the kiss to inhale air. Jean rested her chin on my shoulder as we held each other tight, both of us knowing what had happened because we could feel each other's rock hard nipples pressing into each other. I managed, "Wow Jean." I heard, "Yes! It even took me by surprise." We both were in jeans. I just had on a sleeveless, tight fitting workout top, with no bra. Jean had on a long sleeve, white silk, button-down blouse that simmered or glowed from light reflections. We both had our hair up in ponytails. We both are blonde with blue eyes. Jean weighs about 115, I would guess. I am at 120. She is maybe an inch taller than my 5 feet 6 inches; we both were barefooted so it was a guess. After we had gotten our breath back she said, "Why don't we go sit on the sofa and I will sit on your lap." We kept our arms around each other as we walked to the sofa. "Jean I know where this is headed. Would it be okay if I strip? I am soaking my panties and jeans." "Sure Amy, let's both strip. I am soaking mine too." "Let me get a towel so as not to stain the sofa." I ran off to get the towel and ran back to place it in place. When I reached the sofa, Jean was already naked. God, her buns were perfect buns that any model would have cherished. I placed the towel on the sofa and lifted up to strip, still facing the sofa. I undid my jeans first and held onto the sofa's armrest to steady myself as I got my jeans off, followed then by my panties. As I was lifting my top, with my arms outreached pulling my top over my head, with my face covered, hands cupped my 34C breasts as Jean was pressing her tits into in my back. I stood there and inhaled a goodly amount of air as her hands closed around my tits. "Oh Amy, these are so warm, and soft. I am going to enjoy playing with them. For some reason this natural feeling is so much nicer than those with implants. Amy, I am going to release you of your tension. Just close your eyes and float. We have all night to experiment with each other. I know you are anxious and tense. Let me get you relaxed so we can have some awesome cums together later." For some unknown stupid reason I stood there with eyes closed, face covered with my top, my arms outreaching for the ceiling over my head as if frozen. As Jean began to massage my breast, soft, "Mmmm...mmm...mmm," were emitting from my mouth. I felt the liquid trickle from my pussy, cooling as it was slowly sliding down the insides of my thigh. I could smell myself. I was embarrassed. I know I was warming up both from the embarrassment and the feelings in my breasts and my pussy. Jean then used her index fingers and thumbs to begin to roll my hard nipples around while still cupping and holding my breast. "Ohhhhhoooooo God, Jean." My knees almost gave out. There I am still with outstretched arms and face covered. Jean began kissing my ear lobe and then my neck with soft, wet warm pecks. She worked her way to my right shoulder and started down my right arm. She dropped her hands from my breast and began to turn me but not stopping the kissing. The kissing had moved to the top of my chest. After nearly facing her, the hands went to my breast again and the fingers to the nipples. There I was still with my face covered and arms outstretched. I felt her stop kissing me but licking me. She was moving her tongue to my cleavage. Her tongue was licking between them while she continued to roll my hard nips with her fingers. She was licking her way to my right tit. I was tensing and wanting her mouth to take the nipple. As I felt her tongue at the nipple along with her fingers, I inhaled in anticipation of the shock that was going to hit me. It did not happen. She changed directions and was licking back in the directions of my left nipple all the while continuing with the slow, soft, rolling and pinching of both nipples. As she approached my left nipple with her wet warm tongue and mouth, I tensed again. This time her mouth did enclose over her finger and my nip. She released the finger grip, dropped her hand and sucked hard on the nip, twirling her tongue around the rock hard nipple. "AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" My enclosed arms dropped over her back. I arched from the impact, my head popped out of my top. I was now pushing Jean harder to my breast with my arms still locked in my top, which was lying over her shoulders. Her right hand went back to holding my left tit while she was nibbling. The hand then left the breast after maybe three minutes and she used a finger to begin a slow crawl down my chest to my navel, with a more deliberate crawl to my mound. The closer she was getting to my mound the more I was pushing her into my breast. When her finger arrived at the top of my mound, she spread her full hand over it with her middle finger at the slit, covering the mound from top to bottom. Her middle finger began to wiggle its way into the slit. I was tensing more and more. There was not doubt that my juices were running. Her finger was sliding into the slit like a hot knife into butter. When she hit base she began a slow drag of her hand up my mound but with her finger deep in my slit; I knew her target. God I was strung tighter than a guitar string. She reached the button, massaged it fast and hard. "I'm UUhhhhhhhhhhhhh...uuhhhhhhhhh...uuuhhhhhhhh...!" Jean's left hand left my breast, wrapped around me to hold me from collapsing as the most violent orgasm I ever experienced was charging through my body as if it were 110 volts of electricity. My body was shaking uncontrollably. Just as I thought that it was over, Jean thrust two fingers into my pussy, placed her thumb on my clit and went at massaging the clit again and finger fucking me at the same time. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, oooo...ooo...oooo...!" as another set of orgasmic waves were rolling over me." She slowed down the finger thrusting and let me come down. I was dripping wet with perspiration and exhausted. If she had not been holding me as tight as she was, I would have been on the floor. I do not know when she broke the breast contact with her mouth. All I remember hearing was, "Okay Amy for the finale." She used her left hand to study me, worked my top off my arms, turned me and lowered me onto the towel I had placed on the sofa earlier. I was delirious. She lifted my right leg, placed the foot on the sofa, took my right hand and said, "Hold your ankle here as she placed my hand around my ankle. I am going to do the same with the left leg now." I knew I was exposing all of my private parts but I was no longer embarrassed and cared the least. Jean then wrapped her hands around my thighs, placed her fingertips on my lips and spread them apart slightly. "Wow, your clit is so beautiful and so is your pussy. You are so wet. I am going to love sucking you dry." She lowered her head onto my mound. It felt as if she had opened her mouth far enough to take it all in. I then felt her tongue gently massaging the clit. I had my eyes closed and could feel the impending storm. The pace of the massaging increased and along with it, my clit desired more pressure. I began to hump to her tongue. The faster she massaged the faster I was humping. The orgasm hit, I arched, with Jean sucking my clit and flicking it. I gushed my juices. I opened my mouth and went, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, as it overtook my body. I assumed she was sucking up the juices from the slurping sounds that brought me back to the real world. Her mouth felt so warm and nice. I felt her tongue leave my hole and returned to the clit to flick it. I instantly started to build. I wanted it fast so I started to hump. She removed her right hand from my lips and inserted two of its fingers into my pussy. She finger fucked me while flicking my clit with her tongue. She used her thumb and index finger of her left hand to keep my lips spread apart. It did not take long and I yelled, "Jean, Oh my God, yes, yes, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh God, oooo...ooo...ooo!" as my body went into the most gigantic cum it ever experienced. It kept rolling through out my body. Jean did not stop using her tongue or her fingers. She kept me up, very up. I kept the moaning up until I was spent. That was the most intense orgasm of the day. I lost my grip on my ankles and went limp. Jean placed her hands on my ankles to keep the feet up off the floor. Jean buried her face and kept sucking up the juices as they kept running out of me. When I had my breathing back, Jean lifted her face and looked at me. I was in a daze but saw her covered lips glistening with my juices. She lifted herself up and placed her lips on mine. I instinctively opened my mouth to taste myself. As we were kissing she returned two fingers to my steaming pussy, finger fucked me a minute, withdrew the fingers, broke the kiss and slowly moved the fingers upward across my belly, through my cleavage, over my neck and chin, and inserted the fingers into my mouth. My eyes shot open. I grabbed her hand to make sure she left it in place as I sucked and slurped my juices from her fingers. "You are a slut Amy, a wonderful slut. We are going to have lots of fun together." While sucking on her fingers, my eyes lowered to look at her tits. They were perfect in form and probably a C cup like me. I guess she is 32-34 around. I knew I was going to love sucking on them and playing with them. If sufficient interest is shown, I will continue. I hope you all enjoyed.