0 comments/ 33499 views/ 4 favorites The Unseen By: Bunnygirlblonde A streak of blue ripped open the sky; a crack of thunder shook the ground, as Cammie made her way thought the tangle of weeds that used to be a front walk. She glanced down at her watch in the next flash of lightning. "DAMN IT! It's after midnight already!" She stooped to untangle her heel, "I hope there is electricity." As she stood, the sky opened up and sheets of icy needles began to prick her skin. "DAMN IT!" Cammie began to run toward a dark, imposing, old house. Tripping and falling she made her way up the rotted, unstable front steps. The wooden porch groaned with each of her high heeled steps, as she made her way to the double French doors. With her skin muddy and blue form the cold and her teeth chattering, she managed to unlock one of the doors. Feeling around the inside, she blindly searched for a light switch. Cammie's searching fingers found one; Click: nothing; Click: Click! A warm trail of tears began snaking their way down her cold muddy cheeks. Cammie's trip from Chicago had taken a lot longer than she had anticipated. She had gotten to this little town of Carmichael after dark. On impulse, Cammie had decided to check out her newly inherited ancestral home; even though it was after dark, and the weather had decided to get harry. She hadn't, however, expected not to be able to pull her old, beat up, rusted out, Chevy into the driveway. Cammie was not one to give up; she decided to hoof it. "And now it's after midnight, I am wet, cold, tired, and hungry." She mused out loud, her voice echoing in the too dark entry way. "I am sure that all the motels in this STUPID little town are closed for the night, and there is NO FUCKING ELECTRICITY!" From the darkest corner, deep with in the recess of the house, It watched; naked lust in Its eyes. It could smell her; perfume, woman, and rain. She was wearing a skirt so short, It could almost see her young pussy, a blouse so flimsy, her nipples were clearly visible. It watched them jiggle when she stopped her high heeled feet, feeling himself hardened. "I must posses her!" It growled through unseen lips, "I will taste of her flesh, and drink from her juices. She will be mine!" It began creeping closer to the woman still standing by the front doors. Cammie stood there, wondering what she should do. "It's too dark to see anything, and too wet to back to the car. Guess I am stuck in this creepy old house all night. I had better get my head out of my ass, and find candles or something so I can at least find a place to sleep." She gave a dramatic sigh. A flash of lightning so brilliant the whole entrance way was lit for a split second showed her, that not even two feet from her there was an old fashioned candelabrum. She dug around in her purse until she found her lighter, and using her hands on the walls she felt her way over to it. "Thank God there are still candles in it." Cammie was just too damn tired to explore. All she wanted to do was find a decently clean room with a non-infested bed. It had slunk deep into the shadows when she had lit the branch of candles. Now it watched, invisible mouth drooling, as she made her way up stairs. Each step she took made It that much hornier. Its cock was so hard it was painful. "Climb you little bitch, wiggle that pert little ass!" Cammie made her way to the second floor. She opened the first door she came to, brandishing the branch of tapers in front of her, she peeked inside. "Oh my Gawd," She exclaimed, "This is so beautiful!" The room was huge. The walls were papered with pale, nearly white roses. On one wall was the biggest fireplace she had ever seen, complete with a huge stack of wood. Opposite from the fireplace was a four poster bed, so tall she figured she would need a step. The bed was covered with white chintz and linen so soft, it felt like silk. "I have died and gone to heaven!" Cammie found the bathroom, and filled the sink with the bottled water she carried with her. "Well it's not hot, but at least it's clean." She stripped down and began washing up, admiring herself in the gilt mirror. High pert breasts, with pink nipples, trim waist (almost a six pack of abs) "I am so glad I bought that bow flex. MMM girl, you look sooo good!" Cammie smiled, and began washing her clean shaven pussy with tender loving care. Her fingers found her happy button and began rubbing slowly, enjoying the tingling feeling she always got when she played with herself in front of a mirror. It watch her ministrations from the door way, reaching down to play with Its cock. It crept up behind her, and grasped one of her breasts. "What the hell?" Cammie gasped. It smiled and reached out to touch her now wet pussy. As Its fingers caressed the outer lips, Cammie jumped, slipped and bumped her chin on the sink. When she next opened her eyes; a fire was crackling, and several more candles had been lit. Cammie tried to sit up, and found that her hands and feet were tied to each bed post, rendering her nearly helpless. Her legs were spread so far apart she could feel the heat from the fireplace on her moist hole. She began to struggle, twisting her torso this way and that. A low evil laugh drifted to her ears. "Don't struggle, little slut. It will be better for you." "Wh-who are you?" Cammie gasped, her eyes open saucer wide. "What are you going to do?" She could not keep the fear from her voice. Cammie could not see anyone, but instead she felt a warm moist touch on her damp cunt. Instinctively she tried to close her legs. "Cease!" It commanded. The invisible tonguing continued. "Stop!" Please, I can't see you. What are you doing to me? OH, it feels SO good!" Cammie could see fingerprints on her skin, where invisible touches were happening. Her tits were being tweaked and squeezed; her pussy was being deliciously munched. 'Oh God,' she thought, 'I am a slut!' It was moving Its fingers up toward her tits. Cammie could feel its body pressing down on hers. A HUGE penis was pressing against her sopping hole. "Oh God, its not going to fit, feels good, yes, OH shit, yes, yes, yes!!!" She had never felt so full, stretched to the limit like she was now. She could feel it moving in and out of her, fast and hard. Cammie felt It tense, It was getting close; so was she. She could feel her orgasm building from her toes. Her pussy was getting wetter by the minute. Her juices were literally running down her crack and dripping into her asshole. Then it stopped. "Wh-What are you doing?" Cammie panted, "Don't stop, please, don't stop." Cammie felt the weight being lifted off her, and moved. She felt its cock press against her lips. 'Hmmm,' she thought, 'What would ghost cum taste like?' She opened her mouth and swallowed him down. It was so huge; she had to concentrate on relaxing her throat so she wouldn't gag. "MMMM, you taste so good!" It was fucking her face, even harder and faster than it had her cunt. She could feel it tensing; It was getting close to cumming. She could tell. And just like that it stopped. Before, Cammie could say a word, her hands and feet were released, and she was flipped on her belly. It lifted her ass way in to the air, she was nearly floating. A finger was inserted into her cunt, and one into her ass, as It began to play with her clit. "Oh, yes, finger my ass, you ghoul!" Cammie moaned. It removed its fingers and proceeded to try to insert its cock into her tight little bung hole. "That won't fit in there." She began to panic, "Oh please no!" Of course it didn't pay any attention to the naked woman on the bed, and crammed itself into that tight little brown eye. It grunted in satisfaction, as it began to rub her hard little nubbin of pleasure faster. Pumping Its dick in and out of her now well lubed ass. Faster and faster it fucked her. Cammie couldn't help but moan. She had never felt so full. Each time he pulled part way out and slammed back in her back door, she got closer to orgasm. And then it happened, from her toes, to the top of her head, the orgasm rocked her. With her body quivering and sweat running down, between her tits, It pulled out and rolled her over. With an eerie moan, and quiver, It came. Cammie felt it hit her lips and tits, she stuck out her tongue. "Mmmm, baby, that tastes so yummy." With fingers, still quivering from after shock, she scooped up the cum that she couldn't see, and swallowed every invisible drop. When Cammie awoke the next morning, she found herself on the floor in the foyer. She was covered in dried mud and dust. The door she had come in was still open. She stood up and stretched, noticing that her panties and bra were no longer on her body. She seemed to have something dried on her tits. "Was I dreaming?" The Unseen Gift Gemma laid out the toys on the table of the hotel room; feather ticklers, massage oil, a whip, an anal vibe, lube and condoms. She checked the clock on the bedside table. Still about 10 minutes until she had to leave. The nerves were starting to kick in now as the scenario she had been thinking about for so long was about to become reality. Her husband, Jake came out of the bathroom freshly showered. His dark hair was slicked down and he was wearing only a pair of Calvin Klein style boxers. They embraced; absorbing each other and Gemma inhaled the scent of the aftershave she had bought him. The nervous energy in the room was tangible to both of them. A quick check of the clock; time for Gemma to leave. They both moved over to the bed. Gemma picked up a blindfold and placed it over Jake’s eyes, tying it securely at the back. “Can you see anything?” “No,” he said shaking his head. He lay back against the pillows and Gemma looked at him for a moment taking the picture in. He was so beautiful, she loved him so much, her perfect partner and lover. “O.K. I will go now. She will be here very soon. I will be close by so if anything goes really wrong just call me, and I will be here for you.” Gemma planned to spend the next couple of hours in the hotel bar catching up on reading, emails and hopefully chatting online to a few friends. Gemma stood up and checked the room over one more time. All the lights were out except for one small lamp in the corner. Jake was lying ready on the bed. She collected her bag took a deep breath and slipped out the door. ******* Several weeks earlier Jake and Gemma had been lying in bed chatting about their desires and fantasies. Since entering the swing scene about two years earlier they had both gotten much more in touch with their likes, dislikes and desires. They had also grown in their ability to tell each other what they truly wanted. They had overcome the conditioning and constraints of traditional monogamous ideals and the possibilities for sexual fulfilment stretched before them. “I have this thing that I would like to do sometime,” Jake, being male, struggled to express himself sometimes. Gemma, being very expressive, was frustrated at this sometimes but she was learning to listen without judgement. “Tell me about it.” Gemma was intrigued. Jake didn’t often remember his dreams and to date had not really expressed any fantasies that he wanted to fulfill. “Well I would like to have sex with a stranger in a darkened room. You know, so we can’t really see each other and would never truly know who the other person was.” Gemma was impressed. This was out there for Jake. It wasn’t like he was a boring lover but it wasn’t really like him to think up scenarios like this one. It seized her imagination. She had read stories about other couples who had set up scenarios for each other but she had never thought of being involved in those kinds of games herself. Over the next few weeks they discussed the idea. It was exciting for both of them. Although Gemma’s role in this was purely as an organiser, she didn’t feel at all jealous. She loved the idea of giving Jake this fantastic experience. She knew that although she wouldn’t be the woman in the room, he would know that it was her gift to him and it made her feel closer to him. She made a commitment to Jake, and herself, that she would do her best to make it happen. It seemed simple enough in concept but the reality of actually finding a person was a little daunting. Dreaming up an idea like this and agreeing to the principles of it was one thing. Making it come to life was completely another. The reality of actually identifying suitable people and making contact with them scared the hell out of Gemma. During the course of their swinging adventures they had met a few people with different interests and ideas. No one that Gemma could think of seemed to be the kind of person who would be interested in something like this. She discussed the idea with a few of her closer ‘friends’ and while they all thought it sounded fantastic, none were really forthcoming with good suggestions as to how to make it happen. A little while after they returned Gemma met Amy in a forum hosted by the swinger’s website that she and Jake were members of. After chatting to Amy for a little while Gemma and Jake found themselves invited to Amy’s birthday party. A very sexy affair. Gemma and Jake had never been to this type of party before and they were both very excited about the possibilities. The party was fantastic, Jake and Gemma very much enjoyed meeting Amy, her husband James, and a whole lot of their very sexy friends. Amy was the hostess with the mostess and in Gemma’s mind she was very much a sex goddess. Amy was a woman who knew what she wanted and didn’t mind asking for it, thank you very much. Someone Gemma really wanted to be like. After the party Gemma and Amy chatted on line a couple of times. Gemma really liked Amy. She was a bubbly and confident woman who was very sexually adventurous. It also seemed that as a compulsive social networker, Amy knew a lot of people ‘in the scene’. Gemma felt that maybe Amy would be able to give her some pointers about potential participants in Jake’s surprise. So she asked. Amy was enthusiastic, as she was about a lot of things to do with sex. “Oooooh! How fantastic,” she gushed. “It has to be a stranger though! I would have loved to be involved in something like that! Jake is cute!” “Well he won’t actually see the person, and he hasn’t had sex with you before so there is no reason why you can’t.” Gemma really liked Amy and she genuinely thought that Amy would be the perfect person for the job. She felt that Amy would be outgoing enough to coax her retiring husband out of his shell and give him a night to remember. “Really?” Gemma could tell that even though Amy was excited about this she was also hesitant. Gemma reassured her, “Sure. I think you would be great.” “Oooooooh how delicious!” Amy was genuinely excited. Gemma was very happy. Every other avenue se had explored until now had been a dead end and she had been starting to doubt that she would be able to make this happen. Now it seemed that her luck had changed and she was pleased with herself. They discussed details how, when, where and a date was set. It all seemed to fall into place and Gemma couldn’t understand why it had seemed such an impossible task in the first place. Over the next few weeks Gemma made plans for how to get Jake where he needed to be without letting on what was really happening. She wanted it to be as much a surprise as possible. She let on that she was making progress with his surprise but didn’t let on as to the date and location. He was very curious about the workings of things but she was mysterious. They were both excited about what might happen and thoughts of possible scenarios fuelled several nights of passion. Gemma and Amy had several conversations which were quite specific about Jake’s likes and dislikes. Amy wanted to be sure of as many details as possible. “What parts does he like being touched? What sort of things really turn him on? Is there anywhere that he doesn’t like to be touched?” She asked. Amy wanted to be sure that she wouldn’t inadvertently do something to totally spoil the night. Gemma had told Amy that she would have a lot of freedom in her choice of activities. Whilst the scenario was set how the evening played out and how Amy and Jake interacted was largely up to Amy. She would have a lot of power over Jake who would be blindfolded and not able to really control his surroundings. Amy was excited thinking about the possibilities of the evening. She loved to explore men’s bodies and she loved to try things that some people considered unusual. She loved her husband, James but she loved the variety of experiencing different partners in different situations. Thinking of being with a man who would be at her mercy thrilled her. A chance for her to play a more dominant role. Normally she was the submissive one. To her surprise it also thrilled her own husband. Thinking about his wife seducing a man with her touch, smell and sexiness really turned him on. He thought about her in the darkened room stroking, licking and sucking Jake and it gave him a raging hard on which demanded to be satisfied. He loved his wife’s sexiness, her gorgeous breasts and pussy and the images in his mind of her using them to work another man into a frenzy was more of a turn on than any porn he had ever seen. Finally the night arrived. Gemma had booked a hotel in the CBD. The plan was that Gemma and Jake would arrive, get themselves organised and then Gemma would leave a few minutes before Amy let herself into the room with a key that Gemma left for her at the front desk. ************* Jake listened to the sound of the door closing behind Gemma. He didn’t know how long he would have to wait for the sound of the key in the door to announce the arrival of the mystery woman. His heart was beating with nervousness and excitement. The blindfold increased his other senses. He was acutely aware of every tiny sound and smell in the room and he found himself straining a little to hear what would happen next. He didn’t have to wait long. It seemed as if the two women had passed each other in the corridor. The sound of the key in the door was both a relief and a shock of nerves. He lay on the bed, his heart pounding out of his chest as he listened to her walking into the room. She immediately came over to the bed and kissed him. He could feel her trembling a little and was surprised that she would be nervous. He felt a little reassured, but still excited by the possibilities that lay before them. Amy looked at Jake on the bed. She took in his lean body lying partially naked in front of her. He seemed helpless, totally at her mercy. She shivered a little at the jolt of arousal that this power gave her. Her mind raced a little as she looked at the items laid out on the table. The possibilities of the night crowded into her mind and her arousal increased. Amy was a very sexual person and the thought of the blank canvas of the evening to be filled with her desires was almost overwhelming. She had a basic plan in her head and Gemma and she had agreed on a time for her to leave so she had to remain true to the plan but some of the details could be changed as the mood took her. She quickly undressed. Under her normal street clothes she wore a lace body suit that was open at the breasts and the crotch. Easy for the blindfolded man to have access to all the ‘goodies’ but still the feel of lace on her skin to give the impression of not being undressed. She had on a short skirt as Gemma had told her that Jake loved skirts with bare pussies underneath. Her attention turned to the man on the bed. His vulnerability triggered the nurturer in her and she picked up the massage oil. She loved to use massage as a sensual way to start things off. Oil in hand she moved over to the bed and asked him to roll over on to his stomach. As he rolled over she admired his smooth back and his neat arse. She placed some oil on her hands and ran them over his back getting to know the feel of him, enjoying the sensation as he relaxed under her hands. She massaged him with long firm strokes; the motions soothing both of their nerves and setting up the sensual rhythm for the night. Her breasts stroked his back and she enjoyed the feel of sliding her body against his; using more than just her hands to stimulate him. But that bottom called to her, she needed to take a peek at it. She took off his boxers admiring his neat tight buttocks. Yummy. She massaged his buttocks, feeling the firm muscle in her hands, pulling the cheeks apart slightly to peek at what was between them. Her breathing increased in anticipation and she felt the throb in her groin. How she loved boys bottoms. This one was neat, firm and beautifully clean. If anyone asked her what her fetish was she would reply, “Boy’s bottoms! I love to touch them, lick them even gently bite them.” This bottom was virgin. Gemma had told Amy that Jake loved women to touch his arse but that she, Gemma, wasn’t particularly into that and so they had played a little but rimming would be a new experience for Jake. Amy looked now at the ‘freckle’ between those delicious cheeks and her fetish took over. She touched him gently. The slight thrust of the hips and the intake of breath told her what she wanted to hear. She leaned down and placed her tongue where her finger had been, tracing the outline and then ever so slightly putting her tongue into the hole. All the while she listened to his responses. The intake of breath as she licked and the involuntary movements of his hips told her he was surrendering his virginity gladly. Her own body responded too. Jake’s mind was racing. He was so aroused before she had taken his boxers off that he had to raise his hips off the bed so that she could slip the waistband over his erect cock. The feel of her tongue in his arse now was intense, better than anything he had done before. In all the imaginings about how this night would turn out he never thought he would be lying on this bed with this woman’s tongue probing his arse. He could feel his rock hard cock throbbing between his stomach and the bed. He thrust slightly against the bed and moaned in rhythm with her probing. She paused for a moment and he felt a new sensation as something harder than her tongue gently found its way into him. He guessed it was the vibe she was using. She only penetrated him a small way but the vibrations were divine. Totally different from her tongue, but still thrilling. Because of the blindfold every little sensation was magnified. Not being able to see and being face down, it seemed all his senses were focused on where she was touching him and each new delight exploded his mind. Finally she rolled him over and his cock was free. He wondered what would come next. The blindfold was still firmly in place and Jake had really no idea who this mystery woman was, what she looked like or what the expression on her face was right now. He was aware of her breathing and it told him that she was aroused as well. She moved slightly and he had a faint smell of her pussy juices. This sent a new jolt into him. Amy took a moment to look at the front view. Jake’s cock dominated the scene, demanding attention. She was impressed. It was thicker, longer and more attractive than the photos she had seen. As she sat on the bed and looked at him, she was torn by all the ‘goodies’ before her; lovely kissable lips, beautiful throbbing cock, or back to that virgin arse. Amy was becoming hooked on the experience of being in control, having the choices and being able to give and take what she wanted. Quickly she looked at the bedside clock. Time was slipping away a little. Oh to gorge herself on all of what was before her. She leaned down and kissed him on the lips and then trailed kisses down his body avoiding the cock to tease him. Her hands traced around his thighs, so close. His cock moved in response and she could resist no longer. She leaned forward and slid her lips down over his head and shaft, savouring the texture and taste of his skin in her mouth and over her tongue. She continued to suck his beautiful cock, enjoying the change of pace and activity. She savoured the feeling his skin over her tongue, responding to his heavy breathing and small moans. Every now and then he would push her away as his arousal became too intense and she would kiss his belly and stroke his thighs, enjoying his arousal and the power she had over him. Then she would return to that beautiful cock sucking him to the edge again. The whole time that arse was in her mind calling her back. Several times as Amy sucked him Jake felt he was on the verge of coming in her mouth. He wanted to make this experience last as long as possible. When he felt himself getting to close he pushed her gently away. While she was kissing his belly he was aching for her to return to sucking him. His arse was tingling with the memory of her licking and he would never get the feeling out of his mind. He was very pleased when she pushed his legs back. Anticipating what he hoped would come next he held his legs against his chest giving her clear access to whatever she desired: arse, balls, cock. She surprised him slightly giving long cow licks starting from the point where his cheeks joined down over his hole, continuing gently over his balls and up to the tip of his cock. It was delicious, so many different stimulations, jangling his senses. Every now and then she would circle her tongue as before around his hole, slipping in just a millimetre. It had surprised Amy how aroused she was from this experience. She had come into the room prepared for some fun and determined to give Jake a really good experience but her own response and arousal had taken her by surprise. She had never expected to gain so much pleasure from pleasing someone else. Her clit had been pulsating for so long and now it drove her own body to demand some attention. Jake as well was starting to feel the need to give rather than receive. He was not used to lying back and taking all the attention for so long and wanted to give something to this woman who had pleased him so much. Amy sat up beside Jake and guided his hands to her breasts. He cupped them gently, stroking her and teasing her nipples with his fingers. His touch was divine on her and she thrilled for a moment enjoying the gentle attention but her pussy was clamouring at her. She guided his hand down between her legs to where she knew she would be streaming wetness. She was indeed streaming with wetness. Even though her attentions had been focused on him so far the sights, sounds and feeling of power had turned her on more than she had anticipated. Jake stroked her pussy seeking out her clit. She gave a little moan as he touched her ‘pearl’. It was unusually large almost like a tiny penis. Jake played with it between his fingers and Amy shuddered with excitement and orgasm. Normally Amy was a very vocal and appreciative lover but in this room she was trying to hide that part of her personality so that she didn’t give her identity away. She wanted to remain the mystery woman. After coming, Amy pushed Jake’s hand back to her vagina. He was curious, searching out the feel of her. Always he delighted in the variety of women’s pussies. The endless differences between them always surprised him and this one had already provided its own surprises. She guided his hand inside her and he placed his fingers against her G spot rubbing gently. He was rewarded quickly with a stream of wetness as she came a couple more times. She touched herself, covering her fingers with her juices and then placed them in his mouth so that he could taste her. As she licked her own fingers clean she moved so that she was straddling his face and he could lick her. Jake ran his tongue around her outer lips tasting the same flavour that she had offered him earlier. He loved the taste of women and the feeling of her juices gushing over his hand earlier had excited him. His tongue circled her pearl and he sucked it into his mouth, holding it there for a while enjoying the feeling of giving pleasure. Amy responded, thrusting gently as the waves of orgasm washed over her a few more times. She looked at the clock, time was ticking past. Reluctantly she moved away and went back to sucking him for a few minutes. Then it was time to feel this magnificent cock inside her. She picked up a condom and unwrapped it. She leaned down and took his cock into her mouth sucking him briefly before sliding the condom easily over his throbbing erect cock. She straddled him and then she eased him inside her. She focused on every centimetre penetrating into her, every millimetre of that girth pushing into her soaking wet pussy. She ground into him, feeling him pressing inside her, pressure in all the sensitive places of her pussy. She was trying not to give herself away but it was hard not to shout out the pleasure of that big beautiful cock inside her. The Unseen Gift She remembered his interest in her own arse earlier. He had touched her there several times when he could and she wondered if he would like to fuck her that way. In the past Amy had tried anal sex but most men didn’t understand the finer points of fucking an arse. They treated it like a pussy and expected to be able to shove their cock in there and fuck away. Her experiences had been disappointing. Jake’s size made her more hesitant but she was a curious girl. She had heard of women who loved anal sex and she wanted some of that for herself. “Would you like to fuck me doggy?” She whispered to him in the darkness. “Oh yess!” She bent over and Jake kneeled behind her. He touched her pussy there was juice all over her pussy and it had run down to cover her arse. His finger travelled almost of its own accord to trace gently around her hole. He smiled. The thought of fucking her there was enticing but he knew he needed to be careful. He wasn’t entirely sure this was what she wanted. There was definitely no need for lube, anywhere. He pressed against her letting his cock slip where it would. He felt the resistance as he pressed gently up against her ‘freckle’. He was aware of how big he was and how slowly he had to take it. The anticipation was intense but he wanted to feel the tightness of her. Gently, slowly he eased into her. Oh how he loved that feeling. So different from a pussy, so intense. He could feel his own orgasm at the edge of his mind but he pushed it away. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. He listened intently to Amy, ready to withdraw at the first indication that she was in pain or any discomfort but she encouraged him to continue. He was enjoying the feeling, a beautiful way to finish this unbelievable evening. At one point she asked him to stop when it became too intense for her and he obliged. He was still very concerned that she would be in some pain but she encouraged him to continue. The intensity built up in them both. He could feel her pleasure and the intensity of her responses. Amy was gasping with the massive excitement. Jake’s feelings were intensified by her responses. The orgasm pressed harder into his brain being held back for so long. Amy came hard, Jake felt the release in her body and listened to her moans and he released himself, grunting with the waves of pleasure. He could feel the juice pumping out of him and her own pleasure at the same time. He collapsed over her briefly and then they fell onto the bed. Amy got up to collect her things. It would soon be time for Gemma to return to her husband and share the night’s events with him. She would be joining her own husband and telling him her story. The anticipation of the hot sex that would follow sent a jolt through her. Her mind was reeling with her discoveries. She never expected, or even dared to hope that she would have an orgasm like that. She loved having her clit touched and sucked and her own pussy had given her countless orgasms but none of them had prepared her for this. She had felt the sensation over her entire body; the same intensity from her head to her toes. Her mind was addled but at the same time racing. If someone had told her that she would have so many discoveries from another man’s fantasy she would not have believed them. When she greeted James in the car downstairs he was wearing a smirk and had a massive hard on. He was waiting for the tale of his wife seducing the helpless man. He wanted to find a quiet spot somewhere and bend her over the bonnet of the car. Amy had thoroughly enjoyed the teasing of the night and so she made him wait until they were home savouring the anticipation. Almost as soon as they were home she whispered the tale into his ear. Their excitement and desire for each other reached fever pitch. James lost control, holding his wife to him tightly. Within what seemed like minutes they were on the bed clawing at each other. James thrust into her and she was able to be as vocal as she liked. It was over in minutes but they were both wearing a huge smile. ********* Jake was high. All of his emotions and senses were colliding in his mind. His head was so full of the night’s events. The sounds, the smells, the feelings, what she had done to him, what she felt like, how he had made her feel. After Amy left he got up and took off the blindfold. Even the dim light of the room was bright after his eyes had been covered for so long. He paced the room a little. He knew that Gemma would return very soon but he was anxious to reconnect with her. It was always like that after being with another partner. It was very unusual for them to play away from each other like this and so his anxiety was more than normal. He was relieved when she came in the door. They embraced, holding each other for long moments and then they moved over to the bed where Jake shared his experiences with Gemma. They lay together talking and touching each other. Gemma was happy to see how excited Jake was. She took off her dress and stroked Jake gently, feeling his skin, craving intimacy with him. Jake responded to her touches, stroking her body, enjoying the familiar feel of her. They started kissing, slowly at first but soon the excitement of the night took over and they pressed against each other. Gemma wrapped her legs around Jake feeling his erection pressing against her pussy. When he entered her it was like a homecoming for both of them. They rejoiced in the familiar feeling of each other, reconnecting with each other after the events of the night. Gemma craved the feeling of his cum inside her and he happily obliged. They lay together afterwards still joined, perfectly happy with each other. The Unseen Truth This is a story about life. Not everyone's life, just the life of a few people growing up and having problems. It is not our responsibility to judge one on their skin tone but it is out there. This story deals about racism, a problem that plagues our country and many others. It is completely false, yet at the same time the most honest and true thing you might ever read. I am warning you this now. It is violent, it is gory, it might shock and offend you. But then again, I am not concerned. It is what I see and what happens while I am not looking. If you do not see it, you have blinded yourself to the world and truth. If you do not see it, stop reading now. This story will shock you if you are closed off to the world and if you are not careful you might become a victim of its content. The rain ripped at his body as he ran. A crash of thunder boomed in the distance and a crack of lightning flew across the sky. He was being chased. Three dark shadowy figures had yelled at him and waved pistols at him. They were complete strangers, none of them even looked remotely familiar to him. He just ran, ran for his life, ran because he didn't know what was going on and he was scared half to death. This was the midwest. Who would believe that racism would affect the Bible Belt? He had no idea, he just ran from them. He knocked over some trashcans as he fell to the ground. He rolled and jumped up regaining his foreword movement. He had to keep running from the shadows. He didn't want to face what he would if they caught him. The thunder continued, getting closer and closer to him each crash. He stopped and turned around only too see the three figures right behind him. It was just then that it hit him, just like the bullet now shot into his heart. It wasn't thunder and lighting. It was the muzzle flash and explosion from the gun. He spun around violently gripping his now burning chest and fell into a mud puddle face first. His blood mixed with the dirt and water as he lay dying. The three shadows stepped into the light and sneered at him as they stepped on and over his dead body. "Dirty mick..." was one of the insults that was spat at the dying boy's crumpled form. A pulsing noise flooded their senses as the band played. Their music was loud, fast, and heavy. The three thrashed and moshed with another hundred or so people. None of them knew exactly what they had done. All they knew was that they were proud of themselves and what they had done to that black man. They laughed and mocked the now dead man on the way to this concert. They didn't know repercussions for what they had just done. They also didn't expect them to see them do what they did. They didn't see the black man follow them to their concert. They didn't know what he had planned for them. The police didn't care, the mayor looked the other way, and the public wouldn't accept the simple fact that racism had touched their small town. This stranger was there for one simple thing. He wanted revenge. He had watched a total stranger being shot down like a mongrel. He didn't know the kid, but he wanted the killer's blood on his hands and he came to this concert to do it. He didn't have a plan, nor did he want or need one. The only reason for him being here is to exact his revenge and kill a murderer. With the flick of a wrist, a switchblade jumped in a painted hand. With that simple movement of his hand, his life would change and the murderer's would end. He joined the mosh pit and started thrashing about, careful of the five-inch knife in his right hand. He made his way over to the shooter and looked him in eyes before slamming the switchblade in his stomach. He had stabbed him in the middle of the concert, in the middle of a very violent mosh pit. It was a pretty good cover up, a hundred or so people and one dead guy. The cause of death could be one of many things, crushed underfoot, exhaustion, just the violence of the pit was enough to send a few others to the hospital; none were as wounded as the shooter, his wounds were fatal. The shooter lay on the ground bleeding. No one cared about him. The music infiltrated all their minds, they were drawn to it like sheep. The sheep continued to dance, mosh, and thrash around the now dying body. The newest murderer smirked and stepped back to his friends. Screams of rage, hatred, and death were drowned out by the fury of the band. No one saw him die; they just found his body a few minutes later. The lone assailant stepped out of the musky night club into the fresh air of the world. He breathed easier now that he was free of the cramped, smoke filled dance floor. He took a deep breath and looked at the knife in his hand. The switchblade was coated in the spilt blood of the first murderer. He was now a murderer too. He decided he had to forget about it, force himself to deny what he had done. He'd committed a crime but was it justifiable before a judge and jury? He couldn't take that chance. He took the knife apart and threw each of the pieces in separate directions. The blade in a lake and the handles in different garbage cans. He had successfully done what he had come there to do and now he had to live with it. It wasn't a crime against society; it was a crime for it. He had fought back for someone who couldn't fight for himself. He had won that fight and now he might pay for it. He knew someone would find him and he went into hiding, he never came out. The shooter's funeral was held about a week later. The grass was still wet with dew. It was late morning but the sun had just come out. The birds chirped from their nests in the trees surrounding the cemetery. Why would someone make a cemetery look as nice as it did? To hide the stench permeating from below? To disguise the hatred of the people buried? To sweep away the vileness of their crimes? It all depended. The crowd gathered around an angry, young, now dead boy. No one knew the person in the casket was a victim, they all assumed it was an accident, a mosh pit got over crowded and it happened, he got stabbed. Nothing happened, the promoter of the concert and the owner of the club it was in were under investigation but nothing came up, they were both good businessmen with good records. The police asked them a few questions and left them alone. They didn't know who did it and they never would, his death would forever be a mystery. The body was lowered into the ground and everyone forgot about him. They moved on without him, without their son, without their brother, without their friend. The same day, same cemetery, same problem. There was another funeral; they knew the body lying in the grave was a victim of racism. It was all over the news. Black Killed by KKK Zealots! screamed from headlines. Everyone was up in arms. Everyone wanted blood. Everyone needed their revenge. Too bad no one was going to get it. They already had killed him. His body was already in the ground. It didn't matter anymore. Who ever was going to take the blame would be innocent. They would never get the one who killed the black jogger. The gun would never be found. It would be solved, but they sent the wrong man to the chair. He would die. He was innocent. It didn't matter. The community had their revenge. They had their blood. They didn't care who it was. They had what they wanted, someone to point their fingers as he slumped past, someone to blame, someone to kill. They had their blood, they had him dead. They lowered the body, this time they didn't forget him. They kept their memories of him. They kept the knowledge that racism can affect the littlest town. They learned that everyone is a possible victim. "If it could happen to him, why not me?" they all wondered. They finally accepted it, this simple fact that it's everywhere. They finally accepted the belief that hate is in the world. Why did two people have to die for this town to learn what the big cities already know? Why did one innocent man have to die for the town to shock into reality? Why did one man have to take matters into his hands and have his guilt wrack his conscience? It's not fair! It wasn't their responsibility to show them the truth. Is this the end of the story? I don't know. Is eye for an eye correct? I don't know that either. Then what is the answer? There is no simple answer to racism. You can't sweep it under a rug anymore. It's out there and it is a problem. This story took place in a small town. It's everywhere. I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but we cannot stop it unless we all try to stop it. One or two good deeds will not solve the problem in the long run. It just won't happen. Everyone everywhere need to want to solve this issue, or it won't be solved. It's impossible to judge a book by its cover and it's wrong to judge someone by the color of his or her skin. There is never a simple solution to a problem this large. Groups like the KKK get the blunt of the blame, but what about the Black Panthers? Are they innocent? Don't they share part of the blame? It cannot be blamed on one part of the problem. Just remember, it takes two people to fight. It takes two people to kill. It only takes one to apologize and attempt to fix things. If we all become that one person, we will solve this problem overnight. We can do it if we want it bad enough. The Unsent Letter The alarm goes off again. I waken just slightly. My husband gets up and starts his day. When he leaves, I wait for my son to wake up. My day should be routine and normal. I am a grown woman. I have the life I struggled so hard to achieve finally in my grasp. As my son watches Blue's Clues, I go to my computer. I log on to the internet. It is in this forum that I think I have found you, again. You are my hope and my memory. I spend much of my time wondering if I'll catch a glimpse of you again. I look out the window of my bedroom, away from the computer screen. I see the fence line and trees overhead. They might as well not exist. I remember so vividly each of the last eleven years. I run the months through my mind, and I wonder how I could have changed things to accommodate what I now know is true. I pour myself over the emotions and the feelings that you inspire in me. I no longer doubt the veracity of anything I ever felt, nor anything that comes to my mind in the present. When I am alone on days like today, I feel the misery of choices I made so long ago. And I want to tell you all about it. I have issued my full apology so many times. The guilt still burns in me. There is just enough fuel in my mind to keep it going. But I don’t want to spend my life in misery over choices I have made. I suffered through many years, and I believe I’ve paid for my sins against you. Still, there you are, dominating my thoughts. Today, when my life has settled, when my nest is complete, and I have time to think, I spend most of my extra time thinking about you. There is a part of me that longs to break my promises in this life I have chosen. There are several parts of me that want to run away, to you. And yet, another part of me wonders if I am the biggest fool on earth for even thinking you care about me after all these years. I will never know if you only wish to watch me suffer like this, or if you also feel the burning desire to be together, again. It would serve me right if it is merely amusement for you. I loved you with every ounce of my being, from the very moment we became girlfriend and boyfriend as kids. Perhaps it’s biological. Perhaps women can never really shut off that part of us that longs for our first true loves. I’ve had two or three loves since then, but they were easily wiped out of my mind in time. You have been branded into my soul in a way that I don’t understand. If this was 1998, and I was merely engaged, I could throw everything away that I had at the time. I would take the risk. I would shed myself of everything for one more chance with you. A part of me wants to smack me for feeling this way. I linger over the sensation that I can still trust you with my whole being, and the sensation that it is the right thing to do. I am living a lie. Everyday that goes by, I know that I have only hastily tried to patch my world together and keep moving forward, but that I am carrying a flame for someone else. Even if you are secretly laughing at me, I’ve been warned before that I am not truly happy with the one who loves me. I am safer in this world to stay with him, though. The logical thought that I am wrong about the things I feel for you interferes with my desire to take a leap of faith. Faith in true love. Faith in a loving God. Faith that as I have wished - that we would someday meet again, and that we would one day become one, again - you have also wished… I can remember the way you soothed away my fears, my tears, and my hopelessness. I remember when we would stand together among classmates or churchmates, and we did not care what they thought about us. I remember your fingers wiping away tears that I could never explain. You made me want to live. I remember your kiss more than anything else. The memory of way your tongue knew exactly how to lap at my mouth interferes with my daily routines, even now. The way that your hands knew exactly how soft to be, one minute, and how rough to be, the next, is etched on my libido. You taught me about pleasure in a world that I regarded as mostly pain. The soft caresses, the rhythmic thrust of your cock, and the way your eyes could hypnotize me… I promised that some day we would never be apart. The why’s of our parting have been hashed and rehashed, haven’t they? It was a terrible ending to a beautiful romance, and it nearly killed any belief I had in love. It is the memories of those last months that make me step away from this sense that I believe I have found you now for a purpose. It is the memories of the loss of control of my future that makes me reluctant to approach you with anything but apologies. But I remember, too, the acts of our love, and it overwhelms me into submission to belief in the romance novel vision of true love. I believe you are my soulmate. If I am a fool, then so be it. My belief abides. I believe in you. At the end of the day, my husband will still be between us. I don't have the nerve to leave him, with this fantasy I have that you'd willingly take me back into your life. I cannot risk the home I've made for something I don't completely trust. Someday, I hope there comes clarity and discovery between us. I hope that things are resolved for you and me. Because I honestly can say that I have not forgotten you and that I still love you. Until the day comes for such resolution, I send this love to you to heal you from the past between us and the things that led you to me, in the first place. I send my love to you, and hope you can embrace it without anger tainting it ever again. I will continue my search for you, my glimpses of you. I will also fantasize about you, when his hands caress me, instead of yours. I will continue to wish that I am someone special in this world. I will always hope that the love you devoted to me was as real as it felt. And I will forget the things that were said after your father finally broke you and took you away from me. In the meantime, as I wait for one more sign, I sigh and sob one more ocean. I look back out my window at the wooden fence, and I will plod on though my life...