2 comments/ 10531 views/ 2 favorites Memory Lane By: sddcfreak It was a Thursday, I remember because it was the first day of the month. I received a call from my old girlfriend Tina. I called her T for short. It was a private joke because the first time I met her she was wearing a wet T-shirt with no bra. Yeah, I was in love. T was my first love. I was at the tender age of 17 and a whole year older than her. We had lost our virginities to each other. Wow, that was a day to remember. She placed herself in my skillful hands since I was older and the male. Sure, as if I knew what I was doing. I was a graduate of BU (Bullshit University) with a Masters degree in gullible from listening to my fist fucking freak friends, who obtained their unreliable information from older relatives. After countless days of dry humping and fumbling with each other, it finally happened. I felt like such a man. Despite ejaculating into a condom, it was the first time I had ejaculated with someone other than me being in the room. I still remember her naked body as if it were yesterday. Damn, her ass always looked good. Anyway, she called to inform me that she was going to be in my area for a business meeting and wanted to have dinner. A myriad of emotions overcame me. It was all I could do to agree and get the date that she would be in town. The day had finally arrived and I was in the shower getting ready for the big event. It had been twenty years since we had seen each other. What would happen? How much had she changed? Would there still be a special bond between us? I had so many questions. As I stood there looking in the mirror and drying myself, I looked at the changes that had occurred within me. An obvious one was the beer gut I had been perfecting. Another one was my incredibly shrinking penis. I remember how big both my heads got when T expressed fear after seeing my erect penis for the first time. The only emotion my penis could invoke now was laughter. I guess it wasn't too bad when it was erect. Hell, now my ego was getting the better of me. In any event, what in the world would possess me to think I would have anything other than a delicious meal and good conversation? I put on my best, "I'm still cool clothes" and headed to the restaurant. I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early. I counted that as a check in the excellent block of my mental report card. It was my understanding the restaurant was a few blocks from her hotel. Would she walk or drive? What did I care? With my luck I'd be the one sitting in the restaurant watching my car getting the business end of a tow truck. Just then, in she came. She looked relatively the same as she did twenty years ago. Her smile lit up the room when she recognized me. I couldn't help but to give her a kiss on the cheek and step back. We looked at each other and I was amazed at how good she looked. I could only imagine what she was thinking about me. We spent a few moments with introductory chatter and then were escorted to our table. I helped her with her coat and the whiff of perfume made me want to just drop the coat and start nibbling on her neck. Her outfit complimented her figure and was quite classy. We sat and the conversation was as fluid as if a day had never passed. I was on my best behavior and trying very hard to be charming. I built up enough nerve to ask about any possible relationships. That is when the waiter decided to walk up and take our order. His tip had just taken a turn for the worse. I placed another favorable check on my report card by ordering the drinks and meal for both of us. As the waiter stepped away, T began a funny anecdote about the last time she had that meal. Come on, cut to the chase. I'm going to laugh regardless of what happened. I want to get back to the answer about her relationships. She knew what I wanted to talk about because after her anecdote her voice and head dropped. In a soft voice, I informed her that we could talk about anything. T then explained that she recently finalized her divorce. She came to realize that her "Ex" was never going to grow up and thought she should end it before they became enemies. She further explained that the divorce was amicable and that she was over it. I then asked about previous love interests. It appeared they were few and far between. Like most business oriented women, their sex lives suffer while climbing the ladder of success. Our meal arrived and more jovial topics prevailed. The coy eye contact and cheeky smiles were a little uncomfortable but we were both taking it well. The meal was just about done and some how the status of my relationships finally came up. Would the truth really work in this situation? Did she really need to hear the truth? For her "own good", I decided to skirt the truth and tell her what she wanted to hear. It just so happened that what I told her made me available for sex, if she felt so inclined. The meal was done and I helped her with her coat. We exited the restaurant and stood outside for a few minutes talking. When it appeared we were done, I kissed T on the cheek. The pause and eye contact afterward begged for something more. I then gave her a tender kiss on the lips. I could feel her moist lips kissing me back. I asked her how she was getting back to her hotel. She stated that she had walked. I certainly could not allow her to walk back alone. So, the slow stroll toward ecstasy began. The street was quiet and it was beginning to drizzle. We walked, looked in the store windows and talked about life. A life when things were simpler. Like when we were teenagers. And, there we were, right where I wanted to be. At her hotel and talking about sexual encounters. The drizzle slowly picked up to a solid rain. At least the weather was on my side. As if she was reading my mind, T invited me up until it stopped raining. As I was walking through the lobby and stepping into the elevator, I knew I was crossing the line. As we were going up in the elevator, you could cut the tension with a knife. The conversation became strained. Should I excuse myself? I could feel the brain center in my pants setting up shop and the signals from the big head were shutting down. We exited the elevator and were walking toward her room. I could feel that my clothes and face were damp but my mind was focused on looking at her ass swish back and forth beneath her coat. We entered the luxury room and I was impressed. "Very nice," I uttered. My mind was struggling for something intelligent or witty to say. As she threw me a towel, I took off my coat and shoes. She suggested I turn on the television while she got comfortable. I found something mildly entertaining to watch and stretched out across the bed. Then I heard the shower running. Should the shower be running? Was she actually going to get naked with me roaming through the room? Good Lord, was there a chapter in Dating for Dummies that dealt with this kind of situation? I didn't know what else to do but wait for her next move. She came out of the bathroom wearing a robe, towel on her hair and carrying a bottle of baby oil. She sat on the edge of the bed, opened the baby oil and started rubbing it on her feet. Being a gentleman, I insisted that she sit back and allow me to take care of that for her. After all, it had been a fantastic evening thus far and it was all due to her. The mental report card just received another excellent check. She agreed and sat back against the headboard. During her shifting, her robe came open slightly and I could see that she only had on a pair of panties. The erotic visions were rampantly running through my mind. I poured some baby oil into the palm of my hand and began an erotic massage on one foot. I knew that once my oily fingers passed through her perfectly shaped toes, something was going to happen. As sensually as I could, I rubbed the oil onto her foot and up her calf. In addition to her inhibitions, her topic of conversation relaxed. T then informed me that since "us", no man had ever treated her with such tenderness. Despite accumulating some skills with regard to sex, she still embraced our awkward encounters. My concern for her needs and pleasure had never been duplicated or replaced. I felt a bashful smile envelop my face. Luckily, her eyes were closed and head tilted back because I felt at that moment, I was unable to look her in the eyes. I merely thanked her for the comment and acquired more oil for the other foot. I didn't think it was possible but my skill level for erotic massage rose along with my penis and her robe. I found my oil rich hands sliding above the knee and heading for the upper thigh. I felt her legs opening allowing me access. As my hand brushed against her undergarment, I could feel heat and moisture. Unless one of us came to our senses, "it" was going to happen. I decided to give her an opportunity to cease our course of action by standing and removing my shirt. Instead, she used that moment to remove her robe and help me with my pants. As my boxers were being brought down for me, she came face to face with a part of my anatomy that she hadn't seen in two decades. She took my package into her hands and carefully pushed back my pubic hair. Her mouth opened and she used her tongue like a shoe horn to slowly insert my cock into her mouth. This was a skill that had improved since last we met. She teased and sucked me to full length and stopped to admire her work. "This is the dick that started it all", she uttered. The fact that she wasn't laughing and shooting snot from her nose was a victory for me. I looked at her body and just wanted to cherish it before I ravished it. So, I asked her if she would allow me to finish my massage. She looked at me and said, "If that's what you want to do, fine." She slid back onto the bed and offered herself to me. I grabbed the oil and finished her legs and began on her arms. While touching her body I was finding it hard between gulps to put more than two words together. Completing sentences was totally out of the question. When I completed her arms, I placed a small amount of oil on her stomach and began small circles until I reached her breasts. Normally, I preferred larger breasts but in her case I was more than willing to make an exception. With each slow pass of her nipples, a low moan was released by both of us. Realizing that I needed to catch my breath, I asked her to roll over. That was truly a mistake. I hadn't discovered until that moment she was wearing a thong. The sight of those magnificent butt cheeks in that thong would have caused a coronary in a weaker man. I collected myself along with the bottle of oil and continued my task. I started with her back because I knew touching that apple bottom would have to be last. While massaging her back, she continued to lament about our last sexual encounters. I knew that they had meant a lot to me but I was never aware of the impact they made on her. By the time I reached her buttocks, I was compelled to reveal my unrelenting desire to touch her ass. She laughed and recalled the many times in our youth I palmed her ass. While playing and especially during sex. She knew I just couldn't keep my hands off her ass. She stated that was probably why she started wearing thongs. I could no longer resist. I slipped my fingers under the waist band of the thong and slowly pulled it down. Watching the garment pop out of the crack of her ass was a bonus. She rolled over and our eyes made contact. I lowered my body onto hers supporting the bulk my weight with my arms. Our kiss was a passionate one that contained many messages of desire. Then T reminded me of the time I tried to fuck her tits. That was truly a sad attempt but since we were just learning it wasn't as devastating as it could have been. T stated that she knew how much I loved large breasts and that I must have completed that act with someone. She wanted to give me that opportunity again. She reached for the oil and rubbed some across her chest. Using her oily hand she stroked my cock to a full and throbbing mass. She laid back and asked me to straddle her. Her breasts were not ample enough to wrap around my cock but their appearance was quite capable of keeping me erect. She rested the heel of her palm on one tit and placed her fingertips on the other leaving a space for me to slide my cock under her hand. I grabbed onto the headboard and hung on for the ride. I closed my eyes and made love to her hand and chest. The sensation of my nut sack dragging across her chest was mind shattering. The oil and her hand were working like a charm. The occasional glimpse of her face and nipples brought me to my peak. I felt the end was close. My pace slowed, my heart raced and my moans grew louder. At the moment of explosion, she placed a firm grip on my cock and pointed it toward the underside of her chin. I opened my eyes in time to see the first load deflect off her chin. The second and third streams weren't as strong and dribbled across her chest but were just as satisfying. As my juices began to pool into a notch in her neck, she pulled me toward her mouth. I inched forward and tilted my body so that she could squeeze the remaining droplets onto her outstretched tongue. From the look on her face, I couldn't tell which one of us enjoyed it more. After my brief stint of unconsciousness due to an excess amount of ecstasy, my hands began exploring her soft curves. I didn't know if or when I would get another opportunity like that again so I had to admire that booty one last time. As I picked up the baby oil off the floor, I coaxed her to roll onto her stomach. I held the bottle so that the oil would drip out onto her sexy mounds. The droplets slowly ran off the mounds in every direction. My widespread fingers savored every inch as I massaged the oil into her skin. My hands loved the splendid symmetry of her soft, plump, hind quarters. My thumbs came together at the point where her inner thighs and butt cheeks met. They dug into the folds of the skin and slid upward into the split of her ass. I paused momentarily to explore the edges of her anal opening. The low pitched moan indicated that the action needed to be repeated. This time when I stopped on the rim of her anal opening I carefully inserted both thumbs into her. From the relaxed response, I could tell this action was not foreign to her. I teased, twisted and tugged the sphincter muscle until I could fully insert both thumbs. I was so focused on what I was doing that I failed to notice that her breathing was labored and pleasure peaking. I thought I was being suggestive and/or talking dirty when I said, "You really need my dick in your ass." I was shocked at the response, "Then what are you waiting for?" On that note, I decided to terminate my half-assed proctology exam. I pulled my thumbs out one at a time, stood up and thoroughly oiled my cock. T positioned herself as if she had done this before while being tied to the bed. Her legs and arms were pointed to each corner of the bed and slightly squirming. From a kneeling position, I propped myself up with one hand while using the oily hand to place the tip of my cock on her "backdoor". As the head penetrated, she reached back with both hands and spread her butt cheeks as far as possible. Little by little my cock disappeared into her anus. Her grunts concerned me but were quickly dispelled when I heard, "Fuck me." Once I was fully inserted, I supported my upper body weight with my fully extended arms and hands. The middle of my torso was grinding on her plump ass with each down stroke. I could feel her sphincter muscle constricting around my throbbing tool on the up stroke and my pubic hairs rubbing against her ass on the down stroke. Pounding again and again, there was no doubt our lust could be heard in the adjacent rooms. When I heard her reaching her climax, I pushed down as hard and deep as I could. I slowed my pace and rotated my hips until she could catch her breath. The complete submission and surrender of her body to me was utterly fantastic. Once we were both ready, I picked up the pace until we both peaked at the same time. There wasn't much left but I could feel a surge from my balls through my cock and leak out of the tip of my dick as it came to rest deep within her. Withdrawing my manhood and watching it dangle and drip onto her ass was very different from anything we had ever done. I rolled onto the bed beside her and stared at the ceiling. I was reveling in the sensations flowing through my cock and feeling the sweat drying on my body. T rolled onto her side and commented on how much better we both had become at sex. T snuggled up close and started playing with the hair on my chest. I put my arm around her and stroked her soft skin. We just laid there and reminisced about the old days well into the night. I didn't want to leave until she mentioned she had to get up at 7am for a meeting. I got up and took a quick shower. When I exited the bathroom, T was curled up and asleep on the bed with the blankets at her feet. I covered her up, dressed and left a note requesting that she call me whenever she wanted. I gave her a light kiss on the forehead and slipped out undetected. The walk back to my car through the mist just couldn't last long enough. It was unfortunate that my mental report card and any other evidence would have to be destroyed before I got home... Memory Lane So I had this crazy idea for a story, so I figured, "Why the hell not?" Be gentle, it's my first time sharing my stories with other people!! A special thank you to "sexyinaf" for all the help! * After over ten years since graduation, I finally made it back to a football game. I intentionally chose to not go to homecoming because I really wanted to fly under the radar and just go back to see the teachers I got along with. So Friday night, I watched an entire crappy football game back at my old high school Alma, mate. The band did their show at halftime as usual. On my way out of the stadium, I started talking with an old classmate of mine, who also had the same idea over catching a game and paying respects, but not wanting to move in and live on memory lane. We had been talking for over forty-five minutes when he said he needed to get going. I said goodbye and started to walk out to my car. I figured it was a long shot that anyone would still be in the band room, but I swung by anyway. Ah, the band room, so many memories came from this room. Within the walls of this room, I started my musical career. All instrumental classes were held here. This was the place I had perfected my craft and conducted my first orchestral piece. So many memories came from this room. So much of my life had been spent here. The door was unlocked but not open. I could see the light on in the office so I figured I wasn't too late. I walked in and there was no one there but Ralph, sitting at his desk, talking on the phone. So just like old times I stopped in the doorway, and very quietly knocked. Without waiting for a response, I walked into his office and sat down on one of the old wood chairs he still had in his office. They were the same old chairs that I sat on when I played my first audition piece. I looked around the small but spacious room, at all the old photos and flyers from previous years. So many memories came flooding back, all mostly pretty good, a few bad and a few rather uncomfortable ones too! He saw me and smiled, as his eyes lit up. He quickly said his goodbyes on the phone and immediately stood up and said, "Wow! It's great to see you," as he embraced me in a hug. His arms lingered around my waist. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" "It has been," he replied. His embrace was very strong but felt good after all this time. We sat back down and he asked, "Would you like a beer? I was just about to get one myself; it's been a long week." "Yeah, I'd love one," I said. He reached down to the mini-fridge he had under his computer desk and retrieved two cold drinks and handed me one of them. I popped the cap and we started talking. We talked for hours! About old band days, and the troubles of running a section, and conducting and how life tends to take weird turns as it plays out. I told him about what I was doing with my life and he shared the same. It was nice to have a conversation where the other person actually listened to what I was saying. Three beers later he noticed the ring on my finger and asked "So, I see you're married. Congratulations." "Thanks," I replied and told him a little of my husband. About how we met and the life we had built. I tried coming up with a good sounding excuse as to why he wasn't here with me. My words stammered and I said, "Truth be told, he just wasn't interested in reliving my high school days." I then asked him, "How about you? Anyone manage to tie you down yet?" I said this and smiled; not only at the S&M joke that I thought was pretty funny, but the fact that the rumor when I was in school was that he was gay. I very wisely had chosen the word "anyone" instead of "lady", just to keep life simple. "Well, there have been a few special somethings, but nothing too serious." I could see an evil look in his eyes, like the kind I used to be afraid of in high school. "And at my age, the odds are a bit slim," he added. "You're not that old," I replied. "Just how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" He chuckled a bit and said, "forty-five," very matter-of-factly. "See," I said shaking my head. "You're not that old. You're actually the same age as my husband." "What?" he said, sounding very surprised. "Your husband is my age?" I laughed and blushed and said, "Yep, what can I say. I've always liked older men." "Alright, I have to ask. Did you have a crush on me in high school?" "To be honest," I replied, taking another swig of beer, "I had a huge crush on you. I didn't know it at the time but now I know that I like men in control, or Alpha males, so to speak, and damn it, you were just that in high school. You ran the entire music department. How much more in control could a man get? But I was so young then. I didn't know very much about life really." He said very confidently, "Yeah, I heard about that. Gossip fly's faster than you'd think in a big school like this, and juicy rumors got around even faster." "Rumors?" I questioned. "Like what kind of rumors?" A huge grin grew across his face as he leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk. He said, flashing me those perfectly white teeth, "The best one I heard was that you gave the best blowjobs!" He looked so goddamn smug as he said it too. As the words left his lips, I had a mouth full of beer and almost spat it out. At first I was totally shocked, but then as I thought about it, hell, it was true, and that was actually a huge compliment. Fuck, I knew it was true. Practice made perfect! The color returned to my face, and I swallowed my drink and said, "Well, when you love what you do..." I shrugged my shoulders in agreement, and sat there and smiled like the cat that caught the canary. He laughed and very directly looked me over. I continued, "I like being the best at what I do, even if it is sucking cock." He laughed and shook his head. "Maybe it's the alcohol talking, but I can't believe I just said the word 'cock' in front of you. And on that note," I said as I stood up from the hard wooden chair, "I'm gonna use your bathroom." I walked the short distance into his bathroom. The same damn smell that I remember from over ten years ago was still in there, a strange combination of lavender and peppermint. After I used the bathroom, I washed my hands and tried to get a little better grip on myself. Even with the booze in my system, I knew what I was saying and couldn't blame it entirely on the beverages. I was an adult now, and needed to act like it. Anyway, I thought to myself. The man's gay, right? Maybe he wanted to share secrets on technique? I composed myself, then opened the door and stepped back into the office. I picked up my drink, took another sip, and walked over to the wall of old pictures he had by his desk. Years and years of faces lined the wall, all in their respective outfits. Choir robes, band uniforms, or concert black attire. I scanned over the many faces and recognized a few from my time as a student. I was standing up, looking across his desk from the side. My eyes trailed from the high pictures, framed on the wall down to the lowers ones, to his figure sitting there. All the way down his body, and something caught my eye. I looked again to confirm my suspicion, and sure enough it was true. He had a huge boner, with a rather prominent bulge in the front of his pants. What's a girl supposed to do? What would you do in this situation? I had learned in my experiences with older guys to never let a good one go to waste, but this was different. This was an old teacher of mine, who was supposed to be gay. Well, being 'my teacher' had never stopped me before, and judging by the look of lust in his eyes, he clearly wasn't gay. He saw me looking at him and turned around in his chair to face me. I very casually stated, "Wow, that's a pretty good sized dick you got there. Glad to see my suspicions were accurate," I said with a grin. What would my gal friends from high school think if they saw me now? He lifted up his head, looked at me and said, "Well, let's see if the rumors about you were true." There was no hesitation on my part. I walked over to him, got down on my knees and started to rub his cock through his pants. He was hard. I could feel it well, even through his layers of clothing. I traced the outline with my finger down his inner thigh. I could see his member jump at my touch. This cock wanted out, and I eagerly obliged. I slowly undid his button and unzipped him. I stroked him again through his adorable tighty whities. I pulled his shorts back to reveal his erect cock, which stood straight up. His cock was curved at the end, a delightful, slight curve. I looked up at him and he watched me as I started to nuzzle his cock on my face. It felt even better than it looked. I nuzzled my way down his shaft and placed gentle kisses as I worked my way back up to the bulbous head. I took his member in my hand and looked back at his eyes as I placed my mouth around his cock and slowly started to suck on it. I worked my way to the base and I saw him place his head on the back of the chair and close his eyes. He groaned as my mouth around his cock got wetter and wetter, as I very gradually built up speed as I slid up and down on him. I wanted this experience to last a very long time, my reputation was at stake here, so I would intentionally slow down my movements and change my touch so I could prolong his orgasm as long as possible. I teased him, picking up the pace to a faster rhythm, and then abruptly slowed down to make him wait even longer for his release. He was breathing heavy and started to moan. I felt him grip the arm chairs and I knew it was time to let him get what he wanted so very much. I placed my hand back around his cock and moved back up to speed up the pace with my strokes. I saw the vein on his forehead that he was so famous for, which bulged completely out as he reached his peak. Just as he was about to come, he grabbed my head and held me still as he skull fucked me to his orgasm. He groaned loud as he came! And soon he released my head from his grasp. I had already swallowed what he gave me. He then moaned softly as I milked the last few drops from his cock. As I did this, I opened my eyes and looked straight at him. I could tell he was completely spent. I stood up, winked at him, took my beer from his desk and sat back down on my chair. I took a long satisfying drink and was very pleased at the work I had done. No question in my mind, he was definitely not gay. He opened his eyes, and looked up at me and said, "I knew the rumors were true." Memory Lane "Is that her?" she asked, quietly, as a beautiful, full figured woman walked by. A slow nod was all the answer she received, all she really needed. The woman kept walking past, her long, brown hair blowing in the wind. "I like her," the observing woman said, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come. A sharp smack on her rear end let her know that her companion felt the same. "Can we do it tonight? Can we, please?" she practically begged him. His hand softly caressing the spot he had so recently smacked left her smiling, almost purring. They were going to do it tonight. The woman who had been the object of observation continued on down the street. It was getting late, but she rarely got to spend any time just to herself anymore. With taking care of the family and school, she had so little time to spare. But she got lucky and had decided to take advantage of it. She debated what she should do. A movie might be fun but nothing on the marquee had captured her interest. She tossed out the idea of going to a bar because she did not want to spend the whole night fending off the amorous advances of drunken strangers. She was still contemplating her options when she walked past a small restaurant. The smells wafting from the tiny hole in the wall caught her attention and for just a moment she was transported back to Italy where she had once been stationed while serving her country in the Army. She had not had any Italian food that even came close to equaling the food at the local restaurants just off the post. Mouth watering at the smells and still half lost in memory, she turned into the restaurant and found a table to sit at. She didn't even notice the couple who followed her in and found a table not too far from hers. She ordered and hoped, prayed, that the food tasted half as good as it smelled. After only a short wait, the restaurant was not very crowded, her meal arrived and she took her first, tentative bite. She smiled, very satisfied at the quality of the meal. While it was not quite as good as she remembered from her time abroad, it was much better than she had found since she had returned to the "Land of the Big PX". As she ate, the waiter came by and placed a drink in front of her. She tried to protest, to declare that she had not ordered a drink but the waiter had already slipped away. She sighed and took a sip, savoring the slight burn that worked its way down her throat. As she drank, a beautiful blonde walked over to her table and asked if she could sit. "My friend had to leave and I do so hate eating alone. Can I please sit here with you?" the blonde asked, innocently. She slipped into a free seat and extended her hand. "My name is Karen." The brunette nervously shook the offered hand and said, "Shari. Why did your friend have to leave?" "Work or something. He never tells me anything." Shari shook her head, wondering how she would feel if her husband ever tried that on her. Her initial nervousness began to wear off as she looked over this blonder stranger before her. While Shari may not act on her interests, women did interest her, although the blonde was a bit skinnier than she usually found attractive in a woman. Shari generally preferred a full figured woman much like herself. The two women sat, sipping their strong drinks and enjoying their very delicious meals. Eventually, they realized that two hours had passed. They got up and Shari reached for her purse but Karen playfully slapped her hand away. Karen paid for both their meals and they walked off together, laughing and smiling at the way the waiter could not take his eyes off of them as they exited. They passed by a hotel and Karen stopped, explaining that she needed to stop off in her room for a moment. Shari was a bit nervous but agreed to follow Karen up to the room. They entered the nice hotel and took the elevator up to the top floor. They quickly ended up in a large suite and Karen entered the bathroom. The sound of running water softly filtered out and Shari began to look around. It was probably one of the nicest hotel rooms she had ever been in. The bedroom was off to the side and the living area was nicely furnished. Karen's voice rang out, inviting Shari to help herself to a drink from the bar if she wanted. Against her better judgment, Shari did so, pouring herself a small drink from a bottle chilling on the bar. She sipped at the liquor and sat down in a large, comfortable chair. She felt her eyes grow heavy, sleep creeping up on her like an irresistible fog. She set her glass down and tried to stand up, failing and falling back into the chair as Karen stepped out of the bathroom, toweling her hands dry. A wicked smile crossed Karen's face as Shari finally succumbed, falling into the deep slumber that had crept up like a thief in the night. Shari struggled to wake up, the mumbled voices around her trickling through her consciousness like a bad fever dream. She finally managed to get her eyes open, but her body was sluggish, slow. She tried to move but realized that her hands were tied to the bed posts. She began to panic, eyes flying around the room looking for an escape, for some hope. Then her eyes came to rest on a sight that shocked her. By the side of the bed, near the foot, was Karen, naked and on her knees, hands clutched behind her back and her lips locked solidly around the hard man hood of a naked man. His long, black hair covered his bowed head, hands wrapped in Karen's blonde hair. His arms and back were covered with tattoos. He apparently heard her struggles and he looked up, his face slowly peeking through his hair. It took a few, long moments for Shari to realize that she recognized him. She had known this man several years ago, but this man seemed to be nothing like the man she knew. He had more tattoos and the cold look of possession on his face was at odds with the memory she had of the sweet, nice man who she had known so long ago. He guided Karen's face into his body as he locked eyes with Shari, a slow smile creeping over his face. Shari instantly knew that she was next, that he was planning on having his way with her and that there was little she could do, tied up as she was, to stop him. And she found herself becoming excited, fear and excitement mingling until she could no longer tell one from the other. She felt herself begin to moisten, feel her womanly juices begin to flow as the idea of her being bound and taken began to excite her in ways that this man had never managed to do before; as much as he had excited her in the past, it was nothing compared to this. Watching as Karen serviced this stranger with the familiar face, hands clutched behind her as if they were bound there, brought a quiet moan to Shari's lips. The soft sound simply served to make the man smile even more broadly. The look on his face let her know that it would not be long before he turned his attention more fully to her. She bit her lip in a mixture of fear and anticipation. Karen moaned as he pulled her face away from him. He smiled at her to let her know that she had done a good job and gestured her towards the bed. Karen quickly leapt to obey. She straddled the edge of the bed, at the foot, but one look from him made her flip over onto her stomach. This put her face in very close, intimate proximity with Shari's clean shaven mound. Shari quivered as he pushed Karen's face ever closer. With one last nudge that was almost a push, Karen's face slid that last fraction of an inch and her mouth came into contact with Shari's moist pussy. A muffled moan escaped Karen's lips as one escaped from Shari's. The moans grew louder as he stepped up behind Karen and slid himself into her with one, forceful thrust. His thrusts began in earnest, each one fast and hard. Each stroke forced Karen's lips and tongue deeper into Shari and she found herself quickly nearing an orgasm. He continued his pounding into Karen as Shari's breathing grew more ragged and rapid. He could tell she was nearing the edge as was Karen so he began to thrust harder. It wasn't long before Shari screamed out in orgasm, which was too much for Karen who began to buck against his body as her own orgasm hit. She was unable to make any sounds other than moans as he refused to let her face up from Shari's exploding pussy. Once both women had calmed down, he pulled out of Karen and walked over to Shari, his rick hard cock pointing straight at her face. Without having to be told what to do, she tried to reach out, forgetting that her hands were still bound. Karen quickly undid the binding and freed one hand. With a hunger and desire she had not felt in a very long time, she reached out and guided his cock into her mouth. She quickly sucked him into her mouth, licking and sucking. She wanted to feel him explode, feel him erupt into her mouth, taste his seed as she swallowed every last drop. With a smile, he pulled himself out of her mouth after only a few, short minutes. She groaned, trying to pull him back into her mouth. He gently smacked her hand away, not hard enough to hurt or leave a mark, but hard enough to let her know he was in charge. He slid down the length of the bed, gesturing for Karen to move. She knew instantly what he wanted. With another quick movement, the remaining strap on Shari's hands fell loose and Karen straddled her face, her own clean shaven pussy coming to rest gently on Shari's lips. Shari's hands quickly wrapped around Karen's legs, pulling her in so she could taste every last drop that dripped from the soaking wet pussy resting against her lips. Shari felt his hands tracing down the soft skin of her legs. She felt as his hands deftly removed the bindings holding her legs down. Then she felt him slide his fingers up the inside of her thighs. She felt as his fingers traced soft, tender patterns along the soft skin of her lips, felt as they played with her engorged clit. She moaned loudly into Karen's pussy as she finally felt his fingers plunge deeply into her. She felt his fingers thrust repeatedly into her, teasing her, building her up. She began to buck against his hand, striving to drive more and more of his fingers into her. Then she exploded, thrashing against his hand and screaming into Karen's wetness. When she thought she could take no more, felt she was spent and worn out, she felt his fingers exit her and his hardness take their place. She moaned as he slid into her much more slowly than he had for Karen. His slow pace was not an effort to be gentle and soft. He could tell that she wanted it hard and fast, an end to the torturous build up that she had been put through. Instead, he chose to tease and titillate, to go slowly to torture her more. Shari could take it no more. The soft and gentle pace would normally have been wonderful, but now she wanted to be taken hard and fast, to be violated and rammed. She pushed Karen off of her face just long enough to beg him fuck her fast and hard. "Please," she begged. She was rewarded by the first of many fast, hard thrusts that left her body quivering. Her moans turned into one long moan of ecstasy as she came again and again into Karen. She felt his hands as one gripped tightly into her legs, which she then wrapped around his hips, pulling him in even deeper with each thrust. His other hand reached up and cupped her full breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he reached his own orgasm. She could feel as his thrusts grew more ragged, less controlled. Then the biggest orgasm of the night hit her. She screamed loudly into Karen's pussy which set Karen off, causing her to scream as well. He groaned as he felt Shari's pussy tighten repeatedly along the length of his cock. With a few final thrusts, he pulled out and rushed over to her mouth. She quickly swallowed his length, sucking him until he exploded into her mouth. She cupped his balls in her hands, feeling them twitch as he came into her mouth. She continued to suck him even after he started to soften, refusing to let him go. He pulled out with a gentle tug on her hair and laid down next to her on the bed, pulling her into him as Karen settled on her other side. They curled up together, the three of them, and settled into a satisfied sleep. As she drifted off, she realized that he had never spoken a single word to either of them. And she realized that she did not care...