0 comments/ 41961 views/ 5 favorites Night Visitor By: Starlight "Hark, hark, the dogs do bark, the beggars are coming to town." The line from the old rhyme ran though Lee's mind as her own Dalmatian set up its barking. The dog had heard some sound above the summer storm that raged outside. Lee listened, trying to detect what the animal had heard. She was alone with her six months old baby on a five-hectare property about ten kilometres out of town. Not that she was especially fearful. Before the birth of her child, she had conducted classes in the martial arts in town, so felt herself well able to defend herself if necessary. Never the less, she was angered that Ted had left her on her own with their child so young. Ted was one of the heroes of the motor cycle racing fraternity. He was currently away touring overseas tracks and gaining more fame and prizes, and would be away for another three months. They had married three years before, she attracted by the glamour that seemed to surround him, and he by her beauty. The media had given their marriage a big beat up. The handsome hero of motor cycle racing, and the lovely, athletic bronzed complexioned blonde. They spoke as if Ted had won another prize, and indeed, he had. What Lee found out fairly quickly was, that Ted was the sort of person who, having won the prize, no longer valued it. Being a hero on the track, he was also a hero off the track, being feted at parties and social gatherings, and above all, he was the idol of the women. Lee knew exactly what he was doing when he was away touring, and if she did not know this for herself, there were plenty of people who told her. The house on the five-hectare block had been Ted's idea. It was the "in" thing to have such a block and run a few sheep and keep a horse. Once attained, he lost interest in this too, and care of the property was left to Lee. Now, with the baby, she had less time to attend to all the chores, so things were beginning to run down. The house was the last property before the open country. Beyond the house the bush extended for hundreds of kilometres. There was only the occasional cattle station in that entire arid wilderness. Above the sound of the storm and the rain beating on the corrugated iron roof, Lee heard knocking on the outside door. Although it was late in the evening, she supposed it was someone from town who was calling for some reason she could not fathom. She went to the door and called out, "Who is it?" There was no response for a moment, then a hesitant voice called back, "Please, can I sleep in your shed?" This curious request was too tempting. Lee opened the door to be confronted with a bedraggled figure with water dripping from a less than adequate "waterproof" coat and a rucksack at his feet. Looking closer, she saw it was a boy who seemed to be about fifteen years of age. He repeated his question. "Please madam, can I sleep in your shed?" Having heard stories about the distressing "street kids," Lee decided she had better look further into this request. "Come in for a minute," she invited. The boy took off his coat and dropped it in the porch and stepped inside. Once in the light Lee could see he was soaked to the skin, his clothes looked dirty, and he exuded an unwashed odour. "Why do you want to sleep in the shed?" she asked. "I got lost," was the brief reply. "Well, what's a kid your age doing wandering about in this weather?" He gave wry grin and said, "I know I look a kid, but actually I'm nineteen. I'm supposed to be on a walking tour, but stupidly I took a sidetrack that I thought would be a short cut to town. It ran out after a while, so I thought I could make my way to the town using my compass, but I've been wandering out there for three days." This speech seemed to exhaust him, and Lee said, "Sit down. Well, you've almost made it. It's only about another ten kilometres to the town, but I don't think your going to make it tonight." "I've got money," the boy said wearily, "I can pay you if you let me use the shed." "I don't want your money," Lee snapped, "and I think we can do better than the shed. So first things first. When did you last eat?" "Two days ago." "I'll get some food for you, but while I'm getting it ready, I think you'd better get out of those sopping clothes and have a shower. I'll give you a big bath towel to wrap yourself in, and I'll wash some of those filthy clothes of yours." Lee had never seen herself as a maternal figure until she had the baby. Since then, she seemed to want to mother everything. Kittens, puppies, lambs, calves and anything young, especially if they seemed helpless, were in danger of her desire to mother them. The boy was only six years younger than she was, but the protective female parent had surfaced. The boy retrieved a razor from his rucksack and Lee led him to the shower. "Get your clothes off and give them to me round the door," said Lee. This done, she went to his rucksack and rummaged through it, pulling out anything that looked like clothing. All were then deposited in the washing machine which she set going. After about twenty minutes, the boy, now wrapped in the huge bath towel, returned to the living area. Lee bade him sit down on the couch and said, "My name is Lee Danvers, what's your name?" "Jamie Campbell," the boy replied. Lee surveyed the boy more closely than she had previously. She is a tall woman – around five feet ten inches, and she had noted the boy topped her by about one inch. He was slim and had a very sensitive looking face which, despite the fact that the shower and shave had made him a little more presentable, looked worn and haggard. "Well, Jamie, you're not going anywhere tonight, unless you go naked. All your clothes are being washed. There's no question of your sleeping in the shed. There's a spare bed you can use." "That's very kind of you," he said. Lee noticed how "well spoken" he was, and very polite. She liked that. "I've just got to finish preparing your food. It won't be long." She left Jamie and retired to the kitchen where she was hastily putting together a cold meal for him. On returning with the food to the living room, Jamie was fast asleep. Lee cogitated for a moment as to whether she would wake him or not, and finally decided to let him sleep. She covered the plate of food with some plastic wrapping, then fetched a blanket from a cupboard and carefully put it over Jamie, then turning off the main light, to leave only a low powered standard lamp on, she left the room. She then showered and retired to bed herself. Around two o'clock in the morning, the baby crying wakened Lee. Her breasts were heavy with milk, so she decided that a feed was in order. Normally she would have fed the baby in its room, but she decided to look in on Jamie. Going into the living room, she saw he was asleep. She sat down in an armchair, unfastened the front of her nightdress which was specially designed for breast feeding, and putting the nipple of a rather swollen and uncomfortable breast into the child's mouth, she sat back, and softly began to croon a cradlesong. Lee had been producing more breast milk than the child needed, so she had frequently to express some of it. Now, as she felt her breast become more comfortable, she transferred the child to the other breast. The baby barely sucked on this before it drifted off to sleep. Lee, with the child still at her breast, also drifted into a doze. What woke her she did not know, but looking at him, she saw Jamie, sitting up on the couch staring at her and the baby. This did not trouble Lee, as she was not one of those women who are shy about being seen to breast-feed. It was Jamie's comment that startled her. In an awed tone he said, "I think that is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen." I know there are people, perhaps many people, who are repelled at the sight of a woman with a child at her breast. There are even women who loathe the idea of their ever breast feeding. Personally, I go along with Jamie. A woman feeding her child at the breast gives essential nourishment, but they can and often do give more than that. They transmit love. Quite how this is done, I am not sure. The close physical contact between mother and child? The sense of security being held close in the mother's arms? No doubt the experts can tell us – or think they can. For myself, I believe there is some spiritual force at work between mother and child. Whatever goes on between mother and child at those times, it clearly has a life long influence on many people or why else would we find breasts so erotically attractive? Artists have tried to capture the loveliness of the breast feeding mother, some with more success than others, but to see it, as it were, in the flesh, can be one of the most sweetly erotic sights imaginable. Jamie was clearly transfixed by Lee and her child. Lee was not sure how to respond. Ted had found the sight of her with the child at her breast repugnant, and had complained angrily, "Why the hell you have to feed the kid like that I don't know, it'll ruin your tits." Her attempts to explain the good that this would do for their baby got nowhere. He hadn't wanted the child anyway, and although he had more than his share of other women, he still wanted his wife to display large firm "Tits" as he called them. After all, this was part of his ego needs. After weighing up her options, Lee came out with; "You haven't seen a mother feeding her child before?" "A bit lame," she thought, but she didn't know what else to say. "No," he said. "My sisters have had babies, but they always go away and sort of hide when they feed them. I don't know why, when it's so stunning. I should love to sketch you like that." Lee, looking across at Jamie who was now only covered by the towel, saw the lump that signaled an erection. Seeing this, she felt a throbbing start in her clitoris. Ted barely bothered to have sex with her now, especially as not only the breast feeding, but the whole process of giving birth had repelled him, so now when he did bother to (as she put it) "fuck" her, it was an unhappy experience for both of them. Consequently, Lee was very sexually frustrated. She transferred much of this sexual energy to her love of the child, but it was not enough. Now, confronted by a young man who, although barely knowing her, was aroused by her, she felt a strange softness come over her. It was not some mad passion she felt, but a warm yielding. Jamie, perhaps trying to head off his own rising sexual need, asked, "What's the baby's name?" "It's Alice," replied Lee. "How old is she?" "Six months." "She's lovely." Lee was confused. How could she be feeling what she was feeling for a young man she had only met a few hours before? Someone she knew nothing about? Yet, he radiated…"What is it?" Lee tried to define what it was about this boy that somehow made her want to fondle him, to care for him as if he too was a little child. In an attempt to shake off this mood, Lee rose and said, "I'd better put the baby to bed. There's some food on that plate." She left the room and going to the baby's room, tucked the now fast asleep Alice into her cot. Leaving the baby's room, she started to head for her own bedroom, but stopped. There was a minor war raging inside her now. She wanted to go back to Jamie, but felt this to be ridiculous. What reason could she give to herself for such an action? What excuse could she give to Jamie? However absurd it seemed she surrendered to the temptation and went back to the living room. Jamie was in the process of unwrapping the plate of food, and he looked up as Lee entered. "I thought you'd gone back to bed," he said, looking at her in what can only be described as an adoring way. Lee wanted to give. She was not clear about what she wanted to give or why. "My God," she thought, "is this boy some sort of incubus that he can make me feel like this." Then she did the almost unthinkable, at least, unthinkable for her. She took the plate of food from his hand, sat down beside him, and drew his head to her breast. Taking hold of a breast and placing the nipple against his lips, she said, "let me feed you, darling." Jamie hesitated for only a moment, then taking the nipple into his mouth; he began to take her milk. Lee felt as if she had been transported to some Garden of Eden where all is innocence. "If only Ted had done this with me," she thought. Then found that the idea repelled her. It was something about Jamie, something undefined, which not only enabled her to do this with him, but also longed to do it with him. He was another child at her breast. As she felt her milk supply diminish she said to him, "Must leave some for baby, darling." He released her nipple, and as he came away from her Lee pulled up her nightdress to reveal her vagina. "Now come in here, my love." Their coupling was not the wild thrashing of two erotically charged people, but following Lee's yielding warmth it was soft and tender. Lee sensed that Jamie was giving her love – love, as she had never felt it with Ted. In return, she was able to give, as she had never been able to give before. All her desire to give of herself she focused into the physical centre of their union. She was there, loving and being loved, yet somehow also outside herself, watching this unexplainable act between two virtual strangers. They climaxed simultaneously calling out each other's names, striving to find the words of love that transmitted what they were feeling. Long after they had finished, they lay locked together on the couch. Finally Lee rose and said, sleep now, my love. We can talk in the morning. He slept, but they did not talk in the morning. Lee was wakened by the baby's cry, and she rose to feed it. Not wanting to wake Jamie yet, she fed the child in her room. Having changed Alice, she carried her into the living room to see if Jamie was asleep. He wasn't there. At first she thought he must have risen and was wandering around somewhere, but the truth soon became evident. He had gone. He had taken his wet clothes from the washer and must have put them on still damp. The towel was folded neatly on the couch and the empty plate that had contained his food was washed up and put away. There was no note, no message of any kind. Lee felt her head swimming and thought she would faint. She had somehow invested a huge amount of herself in that brief encounter Jamie. It was more than the physical things that had happened. It was her essential self, perhaps one could say "soul," that she had poured into their union, and now he had gone and taken that with him. For days and weeks, she waited for a letter, a telephone call or message of any sort. There was nothing. She started to feel constantly unwell, and then she became aware that she was pregnant. The child could not possibly be Ted's, so it had to be Jamie who had impregnated her. Short of a secret abortion that she would not have, Ted would have to know. When it was revealed to him he shouted and raved, calling her a whore and slut, and giving no thought to his own sexual behaviour or his neglect of Lee. After he had calmed down, which took several days, he told her the marriage was over. "You can have the damned property, and I'll give you a lump sum to live on, and that's the lot." She saw him only once again after that, and that was when they finalised the divorce. So Lee went on living alone with only Alice for company, wondering whether to sell up and move. The new baby, another girl whom she called "Jemima," arrived and was brought home. Lee now found it very difficult to maintain the property, and had finally resolved to sell, when things took a new turn. A flat crate arrived unexpectedly. On opening it, Lee saw what was obviously a picture wrapped with great care against damage. Taking off the protective layers there was finally revealed an exquisite painting of a beautiful woman breast feeding a child. Lee was bewildered. There was no letter or identification of any kind that she could see. Why would anyone send her such a wonderful picture? The Scottish Bard implied that we do not see ourselves as others see us. This was so true of Lee that it was not until a friend called and saw the picture and said, "That's lovely picture of you," that she realised that it was indeed her and Alice. Lee now hunted all over the painting and finally, with the aid of a magnifying glass, found hidden in some decoration, the letters J.C. "Jamie Campbell." Lee wept. She could see all too clearly the love and tenderness that had gone into the painting. "Oh God, if he had that much love for me, why did he leave? Why did he go without a word?" She thought her heart would break. The arrival of the painting changed Lee's resolve to move. She felt she could not move from the place where she had given and received such overwhelming love, and so, another year passed. Working one day, trying to mend a broken section of the fence, Lee heard a car stop outside the house. She started to walk up the block, and then seeing a man crouched down talking to Alice, she quickened her pace. It was at the time when the media were emphasising the prevalence of child molesters, and this was her fear. The man heard her approach and looked up. Lee froze in her tracks. "Oh my God, Jamie!" He stepped forward to touch her, but she pulled away. She had often pictured how she would behave if Jamie ever returned, but this was not one of those pictures. Always she had done something like run into his arms, but on seeing him in reality, all the pain she had felt, all the weeping she had done, welled up to choke her. In that moment, she almost hated him. Struggling to speak, she finally got out, "Why have you come here?" "To see you," was his simple reply. "What for? What do you want?" "I want to talk to you, that's all." "You'd better come in." Lee went ahead of him and arriving on the veranda Jamie saw Jemima's pram. He looked in and saw the child. He stood silent for some minutes with Lee watching him. "You've had another baby!" "Yes." "A boy or a girl?" "A girl." "What's her name?" "Jemima." "She's ours, isn't she?" "Yes." Before she could stop herself Lee went on, "At least you left me something to love." They stood staring at each other, not knowing how to go on, then Lee broke in, "Well, you'd better come in and say what you've come to say." She turned and entered the house with Jamie following. Commanding him rather than inviting him to sit down, Lee indicated an armchair rather than the couch. "Well?" "I've come to tell you why I left without a word." "Why? Why now?" "Because I'm now able to say what I wanted to say to you back then." "Get it out then. I've got a fence to repair." "After you went to bed that night, I slept for a while, but I woke up very early. You had left the light on and I was looking round the room, and I saw the photograph." "What photograph?" "The one of Ted Danvers standing on a platform holding a silver cup. I knew who he was, and anyway, his signature was written right across the picture. Then I realised who you are. I recalled seeing the pictures of your wedding in the newspapers. Your Ted Danver's wife. "Was." "Oh?" "What you saw in the pram didn't best please him. When I told him I was going to have a baby, he knew it couldn't be his." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. Now will you get on and say what you've got to say?" "What had happened between us – between two strangers – your kindness to me, and I wanting to say things to you that I hardly knew how to find the words for…" "You seem to be finding plenty of words now. Can't you come to the point?" Night Visitor "All right, I'll try. You may think it foolish or nonsensical, but on that night I loved you and I've loved you ever since. I ran because knowing who you were married to, and that he's a big name around the world, and the wealth he must have, and I had nothing to offer you…" "You stupid idiot," breathed Lee. "Do you think I cared what you had? I don't know why it happened the way it did, but it did happen and I loved you. Couldn't you feel that? Good God, Jamie, I fed you at my breast, wasn't that love enough for you?" "I know. It's me, not you. I had the problem. I had to have something to offer you. That's why I sent the picture. I did that from my memory of you. I had to show you I could offer you something." "When I came here today I didn't really know what sort of reception I'd get – whether your husband would be here – or what. I just knew I had to try and tell you why I fled that night." "And that's another thing, Jamie. It's a wonder you didn't get pneumonia going off in those wet clothes." The mother instinct had emerged, and for a moment they looked at each other, then they both burst out laughing. As their laughter subsided Jamie said, "Well that's it. I've loved you all the time. There's been no other woman. I have begun to get a name as an artist and if you don't mind, I'd like to repair that fence for you, and any other things you want fixing. And if I can, I'd like to repair our love. By the way, I think we ought to make it marriage. Jemima should have a proper father. Lee sat contemplating, then she said, "I think you are right about Jemima having a proper father, and Alice too since Ted takes no interest. There is one thing I should warn you about though." "What's that?" Lee touched her breasts. "There'll be no milk next time." They burst out laughing again. Night Visitor Buffy Summers lay asleep in bed, it was about one in the morning and Buffy was fast asleep, dreaming of who knows what. Crouched on the roof of the Summers' house was a dark figure, who had pale skin. After a few seconds the figure, a man, stood up and silently jumped down onto the porch roof outside Buffy's room. The man slid Buffy's window up and climbed into her room, he stood in her room and leant against the window. The man stood watching Buffy for a few minutes, until she stirred from her sleep. Buffy sat up in bed and clicked on the bedside light when she saw the man in her room. Before Buffy could make a sound the man put his finger to his lips, "Shh," then he quietly sung, "Hush little baby please don't cry…" the last word sounded a little like a laugh. Buffy took proper notice of the man now. He was wearing black, PVC pants with lots of buckles down the outside of the legs; he also wore a black, long-sleeve top. Buffy looked at the man's face, he had long, black, straight and silky hair, and his lips were coloured black. Buffy also noticed the black eyeliner and nail polish the guy wore. "What do you want?" Buffy asked in a whisper. "Just to talk to you." "You break into my room at one o'clock in the morning just to talk to me, who the Hell are you?" "My name is Ferulic, I come from the other world." Buffy took another good look at Ferulic and noticed one thing about him that was a dead giveaway he wasn't human; his irises were purple. Something else Buffy noticed about Ferulic, he was very effeminate; he could have very easily been a woman. "What did you want to talk to me about?" "I want to help you find true love!" "To help find true love? To find the one person whom I will want to spend the rest of my life with, whom I will love and cherish for the rest of my life? Let me guess, it's you?" "Ha ha ha ha. No, far from it." "Oh." Was all Buffy said, she had been sure Ferulic was going to say himself. "This person is already in your life." "The only person in my life who I loved was Angel and he's in Hell." "They are here on Earth, Buffy." "What, Xander?" "No, not Xander. This person has only come into your life recently…" Ferulic trailed off. Buffy looked at him wide eyed, he couldn't mean who she though he meant. "You mean…" Buffy began and Ferulic nodded, "Faith?" "Bingo." "You're kidding! This is just some twisted fantasy." "No, it really isn't, I promise you. Haven't you ever noticed the chemistry between you?" "Chemistry?" "Oh come on, don't tell me you've never felt anything between you, she has…" Buffy just stared at Ferulic. "Well, I'll let you think about it." Ferulic climbed back out the window. "Where are you going now?" Buffy asked. Ferulic turned back to Buffy and looked in through the window. "To talk to Faith of course." With that Ferulic dropped off the front porch roof and started to walk across town to where Faith was staying in a B&B. Back in her room Buffy still sat up in bed thinking about what Ferulic had said. Could Faith really be the one person she'd want to spend the rest of her life with? Truth was, Ferulic was right; Buffy did feel something for Faith. Whenever she was near Faith she felt that good, low down tingling feeling, the feeling that was as low down as her crotch. Buffy couldn't stop thinking about Faith, which is why ten minutes later she found herself walking the dark streets of Sunnydale heading for the B&B where Faith was staying. Just as Buffy reached Faith's room the front door opened and Ferulic stepped out. "So, you couldn't ignore your feelings after all?" Ferulic asked. "I just want to talk to Faith." Buffy told him. "Mm-hm." Ferulic left the door open and walked out into the night. Buffy went and knocked on the door. "Come in, this seems to be the night when just anyone can walk into my room." Faith said. Buffy walked into Faith's room and closed the door behind her. "Make yourself comfortable." Faith said. Faith was sitting at the top of the bed, leaning against the wall and was looking as beautiful as ever. Buffy took off her coat and dropped in on the chair beside the door. "So…" Buffy said. "So, do you wanna sit down or are you just gonna stand there looking awkward?" Faith asked and patted the bed next to her. Buffy took her shoes off and went and sat on the bed next to Faith, she put her feet up on the bed. Being this close to Faith, Buffy felt the pleasant tingling again. "Did Ferulic tell you about us?" Buffy asked. "Yup." "Do you believe him?" "No reason why it can't be true." Faith said. At that moment they both turned to look at each other, their faces only inches apart, Faith could see Buffy's lips glistening in the low light and could feel her warm breath on her face. "D'you ever kiss a girl?" Buffy asked. "Have you ever?" Faith asked without answering Buffy's question. "No, have you?" "No, but… I do get curious." "You wanna try it?" "Me and you… I'm game if you are!" "You won't tell anybody?" "Of course not." Faith said and Buffy laughed. Faith put one hand on Buffy's cheek and slowly moved towards her until their lips met. For several minute they kissed with their mouths closed. When they broke the kiss Faith said, "Look, if we're gonna do this, we should do it for real otherwise what's the point?" "OK… turn down the light lets make it dark." Buffy said. So Faith turned and turned the dimmer switch until there was only a candle light glow coming from the bare bulb on the ceiling. Faith turned back to Buffy and they kissed again, this time with their mouth's open, their tongues searching each other's out. They stopped kissing and the two of them quickly got undressed. Faith held Buffy's face gently in her hands and guided her lips to hers. They were soft, moist and warm and her tongue forced her mouth open to delve deep into the cavern of Buffy's throat. Buffy felt herself melting and relaxing her nakedness against Faith, slumping low on the bed with her legs widely straddled. They broke apart, gasping for breath, their lips moist with mingled saliva, smiling at each other. Buffy could feel her pussy twitching and aching; tingling and oozing its juices as Faith put one arm around her shoulders and let her other hand drift over her glowing body. Faith's fingers caressed Buffy's pubic mound, making her pussy twitch more than ever. By that time deep-throated groans were coming from Buffy's throat and she was tensing her thighs as she pushed them wider apart. Faith snaked her middle finger up and down Buffy's burning slit. "Shall I fuck you with my tongue? Words can't express how much I want to eat your pussy, suck your juices and lick you until you cum." Buffy gasped and snatched for breath, trying to relax, throwing her arms high behind her head, she thrust her pussy forward as Faith began to snake her tongue down over Buffy's hairless cunt. Faith's fingers gently opened Buffy up, spreading the lips and exposing the cherry red flesh underneath. Buffy could feel her massaging the whole slimy area with the heel of one palm as she teased the inner folds with her tongue. When it was fully lubricated she sucked Buffy's erect clitoris gently between her lips, and sucked it in and out of her mouth while she drove her forefinger deep into her hole. "You're so beautifully tight, sweetie," Faith murmured, her voice muffled by Buffy's pussy flesh, "but try to relax so that I can get two fingers in and you'll enjoy it all the more." Buffy made a conscious effort to relax and felt the tip of another finger at her entrance. Faith licked harder on Buffy's clitoris, really lashing it with her tongue, catching its sensitive tip with every lash. Buffy could feel lovely sensations washing over her and wanted Faith to make her come. Buffy began to push hard on Faith's fingers as she became more excited, ramming against Faith's tongue and lips. The climax finally burst over Buffy and Faith knew exactly the right moment to slide another finger deep into Buffy's clutching, flooding cunt. Faith was still licking at the copious, creamy juices, which oozed from Buffy's hole long after the wonderful orgasm had died away. Faith put Buffy's hand on her breasts. It thrilled Buffy to take her breasts, naked and full and firm, in the palms of her hands. Buffy lowered her head to take each pert, erect, inflamed nipple into her mouth in turn. They felt very hot and tight as she squeezed them with her lips and sucked them deep, taking some of the soft milk flesh as well. Once more Faith pulled Buffy's mouth onto hers and she could taste her own juices as they kissed, long and deep. Buffy let her hand slide down over Faith's belly until it could stroke and dabble, in her juicy slit. Faith stretched her legs out to their fullest extent. Buffy had never dreamt that she would fine one so attractive. It was all wet and gaping, even her flesh cunt lips, were shinning with droplets of her sweet cream. Lowering her head over Faith's body Buffy used her thumbs to open her cunt further, to gaze at its oiliness with the tight little red bud jutting out of the pink bed of flesh. The heady scent of clean femaleness wafted up to her nostrils as she bent lower and lower. "Do it!" Faith groaned, pressing slightly on Buffy's head. "Please do it!" Buffy flashed out her tongue, tasting her. It made her feel sexier. Running her tongue round her lips to moisten them Buffy softly clamped her mouth on the most sensitive part of her pussy. Faith groaned and thrust her sopping wet cunt flesh into Buffy's mouth so that it felt full and her juices slopped from the corners of her lips. Buffy felt her squirming around under her so that she was lying with her head directly under her own pussy and her tongue was stretched out to pierce Buffy's cunt! Sucking harder on her clit, Buffy pushed her own down hard on Faith mouth and they began to eat each other, ravenously, with complete abandon, like two rutting bitches in fuckin' heat! Faith stretched Buffy wide open and licked back and forth along her slit, tickling her thighs with her soft dark hair. Buffy's legs ached with the tension and she bobbed harder, lashing at her firm clitoris. God was it gooooood! Buffy felt her stomach trembling as lights flashed before her eyes; sounds roared through her head and a whirlpool of gusty, beautiful spasms swept her along the peak of climax. Buffy hoped Faith was cumming too, so that they could experience the togetherness at the same time. Buffy pushed two and then three fingers into Faith's slippery hole and felt it clutching on them tightly, Buffy knew then that she was cumming too. She went wild as she reached her peak, writhing, clawing and mumbling. At last they calmed down and they knelt together, holding each other close, and kissing, tasting each other's juices, tenderly holding each other's bodies as though they were each a piece of fragile china. Buffy flopped back on the bed, spreading her thighs again, opening up her lovely cunt. "I want you to bring me off with your lovely tits," she said quietly. "I'll hold my pussy open and you nestle your nipples in the slit. Rub your nipple hard against my clit. I know it will be beautiful for us both." Snaking a hand under Faith's body, she pressed one of her tits and she felt a quiver of excitement inside the heavy globe of flesh as Buffy pushed Faith's nipple hard against her clit! She rocked back and forth under her, and Faith took up the rhythm, pressing her tit into her wet valley. It felt smooth with excitement. Faith could see dribbles of Buffy's juices gathering on the slopes of her tits as they both became more and more excited. Buffy began to breathe very heavily and writhed madly under Faith so that she had to grasp her thighs viciously to keep in contact with Buffy's cunt. She was lost in the wild throes of orgasm and Faith could feel Buffy's cunt flesh clutching at her tits. The steady pulsing was like a vast mouth sucking at Faith's tits, bringing her off as never before through her tits! Ferulic was crouching on the roof Faith's room and could clearly hear the girls as they cried out with orgasm after orgasm. "Aah listen to them, the children of the night, what sweet music they make…" Buffy looked at her watch and saw it was late. "I'd better get back home." Buffy said to Faith. "I don't want you to go." Faith said and kissed Buffy again. "I know but I have to… Come on, you can come and stay at my house tonight." Faith kissed Buffy and gently squeezed her right breasts as a thanks. The two girls got dressed and Faith followed Buffy home, and never left. Night Visitor At 10:00 PM, Rich was asked to stay 4 hours overtime at work. Normally he gets off at 12:30, but since the supervisor for the next shift called in, Rich was asked to stay. He thought about calling his wife Michele to let her know, but he was sure she was already in bed, and wouldn't know the difference anyway since she was always asleep when he came home at night. In fact, Michele was still awake. She just got through seeing her son off to spend the night at a friend's house. Her daughter left earlier in the night to stay with a friend for a week. Michele thought to herself that now she had the house all to herself. She wished Rich were there and even thought about calling him. She didn't because she knew he couldn't get off work. She was even going to tempt him by saying she was going to parade around the house naked, but she knew he couldn't leave. She was getting sleepy so she decided to turn off the lights and get ready for bed. Michele was not a watcher of TV at night, or a reader of the newspaper. If she were, she would of read in that day's paper that there was a peeping tom looking in peoples windows in their city. Also, if she watched the nightly news, she would of known that he was in their neighborhood. But, she didn't do either. Little did she know but she was being watched. The peeping tom was watching her house to find out her habits, and when her husband wasn't home. He knew her husband was at work, and he saw their children leave. He knew Michele was now alone and usually got ready for bed at this time. She always left the sliding glass door in the bedroom open for circulation. Even though they had security bars on the door, he could still look in if he moved the curtain. He also knew she didn't shut her curtains in the living room, so he could watch her from the front and see when she was about to get ready for bed. He walked up the driveway and saw that the light in the living room was still on. He walked up and looked in the small front window. He knew he was hidden from anyone seeing him due to the carport was so deep. He saw Michele sitting at the table in the dining room. He saw she was wearing a short blue dress that had buttons all the way down the front. He watched her carefully, and saw that she had nice legs. When she stood up, he saw that the dress came up to about her mid thigh. She did have nice legs. They were firm and nicely tanned. From what he could see of the rest of her body, he saw she was pretty, had a good shape, with nice sized tits. She had shoulder length auburn hair, and wore glasses. Michele didn't see him at all, and after she got up, she went over to the light switch and turned it off. He knew then that she was going back to the bedroom. He left the front window, walked around the side of the house, and quietly let himself in the side gate into the back yard. He was glad that Rich had not replaced the burnt out bulb in the sensor light. He made this real easy. He was quiet since he knew that she had a small dog, but he also knew she had it in the house with her. As he walked around the side of the house in the back yard, he noticed they had another sliding glass door off the kitchen. He saw that the curtain was opened a bit. He kept walking around the back of the house till he got to the sliding glass door of her bedroom. He could hear her talking to her dog. She was telling it that she was going to get ready for bed. She told the dog that she needed a good nights sleep tonight, so she was putting the dog in one of her kid's room. He heard her pick up the dog, and start to leave the bedroom. He knew that now was his chance to open the curtain so he could see into the room. He got down on the ground and moved the bottom corner of the curtain over so he could see in. He looked in and saw that he could see the whole bedroom, and if he moved slightly to one way, he could also see into the master bathroom. He picked up a medium sized rock and pinned the curtain to the security bars on the bottom of the door area. His hands were now free to please himself if he wanted to. Just then he saw Michele walk back into the bedroom. She walked through the room, into the bathroom, and turned on the light. She then walked back into the bedroom and turned off the light in there. The light from the bathroom was plenty enough for her to get undressed and get into the shower. It was also more than enough light for him to see. He watched as she walked over to her dresser, took off her glasses, and started to take off her earrings. She removed her right one, laid it on the dresser, and started to take off the left one. He watched and saw that when she removed her left earring, she dropped it on the carpet below her. She then stepped back from the dresser, and with her back to him, she started to bend down to try and find it. While she was bending over, the hem of her dress started to slide up her thighs. The further she bent over, the higher up her thighs the hem went. When she was fully bent over, he could see all the back of her thighs, and her panties. He saw that she was wearing a pair of white bikinis. He noticed that they didn't quite cover her ass. It was so creamy and smooth looking. He also saw the crotch of her panties. He saw the outline of her pussy. He saw how the panties bulged out from her pubic mound and hair. He felt himself stir under his jeans. He felt his cock growing, and his balls filling with cum. She stayed in that position for a moment, then stood up. He watched as she started to unbutton her dress. When she had it fully unbuttoned, she slid it off her shoulders, and took it off. She then walked to the hamper and put it in. She was now only wearing a bra and those white panties. He watched as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She shook her shoulders, and the straps slid down her arms. He watched as the cups fell from her breasts revealing them. He stared at her tits. They were a nice size and really firm. Her nipples stuck out slightly, and the area around the nipples was a dark pink color. He could feel his cock growing longer and harder. It was becoming painful, so he reached into his jeans to rearrange himself. He pushed it up so it would expand and grow up, not down. He grabbed a hold of his rod and stroked it. He could feel the blood rushing in it, and knew he would soon be full sized. He felt the head of it and found it has already expanded to about the size of a small golf ball. He had to pull his hand away from his cock, so he wouldn't cum too soon. There was still more to see. He saw Michele take her thumbs, put them under the waistband of her panties, peel them away from her hips, and then slide them down her legs. He saw her throw her panties into the hamper. He saw that she had thick brown pubic hair that was trimmed on the sides so it would not stick out when she wore a bikini. She took her nails and ran them through her pubic hair. Then she did something that really made him take notice. She walked back to the dresser area, then started to bend down again. She was going to find her earring. When she was fully bent over, he looked directly at her crotch. He saw her pink lips. From the position she was in, they were also slightly parted. He could see exactly where he would love to put his cock. He stared at her pussy, felt his cock lurch, filling more and more with heated lust. His balls were making sperm at a rapid rate, and he could feel them filling and growing. His cock had already grown to twice its size and was now over 10 inches long. He wanted to fuck this woman, and needed to figure out a way to get into her bedroom, then into her. He knew it meant rape, but by seeing her, his cock had taken over all his thinking. He needed to fill her with his hot hardness, and shoot his seed into her. He could probably fuck her twice he thought. Once a quick one to get his cum into her to release the pressure, then a second time for his lust and wanting. She stayed bent over for what seemed like 10 minutes, trying hard to find her earring. Whenever she moved, her legs would part, and that made her lips open. He was concentrating on nothing but her pussy now. The though of sliding his cock in and out of her and spraying her insides with his cum now consumed him. He could see himself fucking her, and she was enjoying it. He could see her face with the look of lust, and could almost hear her pleading with him to fuck her deep and cum in her. He knew if he could, he'd have to wait till she was in bed and the lights were out before he could try and get her. He didn't bring a mask or a disguise with him, and he didn't want to take the chance that she would recognize him if he were ever caught. He looked in again at her bent over, when all of a sudden she said to herself that she found the earring. She then straightened up and dropped her earring on the dresser. She turned and walked to the bathroom. He heard her start the shower and watched as she stood in front of the mirror to wash off her makeup. Since she didn't have on her glasses, she had to stand on her tiptoes in order to bend close to the mirror. When she did this, it gave him another view of her ass and pussy. Her lips were swollen and a deep shade of pink. He almost thought she was ready to be fucked. The only thing missing was to see if there was any moisture on her lips. If there was, she was somehow turned on. He wished he were close up next to her so he could see, but he couldn't. When Michele finished washing off her makeup, she stepped into the shower. He heard her but couldn't see her. She washed her hair, the soaped down her body. While she was soaping down her body, he though he heard her talking to herself saying that she wished Rich was there doing this to her. Then he thought he heard a low moan. He could almost imagine what she was doing, but from the sound of her moan, he was real sure she was pleasuring herself. He imagined her finger slipping into her wetness, and stroking her clitoris. He then heard the shower stop, and watched as she stepped out still wet. He saw that her face was flushed, so he knew indeed that she was doing what he thought she was doing. She had also reached climax, because, when she bent over to dry her legs, he could see her pussy again. Her lips were swollen, very red, and her opening was fluttering still from her finger. When he saw her tits, the nipples were sticking way out, and were rock hard. His cock jumped, and his balls were now totally filled to the bursting point. He knew if he were to fuck her, he would pump a gallon of cum into her. He was so full of sperm that he felt some escape and spill from the eye of his head. It was thick and hot. He could feel the pre cum oozing from his cock, and knew he now had to fuck her, even if he had to break a window to get in. Michele towel dried, then blow-dried her hair. When she finished, she turned off the bathroom light and walked in to the bedroom. Even though there was no light on, he could still see her. He watched as she climbed into bed. It was a warm night, and even though she had on the cooler, she didn't put on a nightgown, or cover herself. He watched her lie there with her knees up, and wished he were between them right now. He heard her sight, then begin the rhythmic breathing to show she was starting to fall asleep. He lay there a while longer watching her. Slowly her legs slid down, and she seemed to be sleeping deep. He listened to her breathing, and the small sounds she made. She moaned softly once, and then slipped deeper into slumber. When he was sure she was asleep, he picked himself off the ground. And started to think how he could get inside and fuck this woman. As he stood there thinking, he suddenly remembered that she had another sliding glass door leading into the kitchen. It had no security bars around it, and if she left her bedroom one unlocked, maybe that one would be also. She had children, and children are always good about leaving things out, or doors unlocked. He left the bedroom door and walked around the back yard till he reached the sliding glass door that led into the kitchen. He reached out with his hand and carefully started to pull the handle to the left. It moved. He was amazed. He slowly slid the door open, as not to make any noise to wake her or get the dog barking. He closed the door behind him and turned to walk through the kitchen. The cooler and the fan blowing in her room drowned any sounds he might have made. Besides, she was fast asleep. He walked through the kitchen, then made it to the hallway that led to her room. He quietly walked down the hallway till he reached her bedroom door. He looked in and saw her with the faint light. She was lying on her back, her legs down, but parted wide open. He entered her bedroom and walked to the foot of the bed. He could see her up close, and it made his cock almost rip out of his pants. His balls were over full and he needed to shoot his sperm quickly or he felt he would burst. He walked to the opposite side of the bed from her. He kicked off his sandals, pulled off his T-shirt, and pulled the buttons open on his jeans. His cock sprung out and the pre cum glistened in the low light. He pulled his jeans down and out popped his balls. They were huge. His cock looked like a thick salami with a small golf ball on top, and attached to it were two small apples. He knew he was going to fill this woman up with his cum till it flowed out of her. He finished pulling his jeans off and kicked them over towards his sandals. He moved to the edge of the bed and put his hand on it. When she didn't move, he slowly sat on the edge. She still didn't move so he decided to go all the way. He scooted back a little, then swung his legs onto the bed. He lay down on his back and looked over at Michele. She was still doing the slow breathing that signaled she was still asleep. He rolled over onto his right side till he was almost touching her with his body. He looked between her legs and could see her pussy. The lips were still swollen, the slit was parted, and it was fully open. Slowly he moved his hand between her legs about mid thigh; He slowly started to slide his hand up, being careful not to touch her skin yet. He stretched out his middle finger and felt her pubic hair. His rod throbbed, and his balls were ready to explode. He decided it was now or never. He looked between her legs to make sure his finger was lined up with her opening. When he saw that it was, he slid his hand up till the tip of his finger made contact with her pussy opening. As soon as he felt the tip of his finger make contact with her lips, he slid it in all the way. Michele's body felt his finger enter her, but she was still asleep and dreaming. When she didn't stir, he slowly slid his finger in and out of her. She was still very wet from her climax in the shower, and the more he slid in and out of her, the wetter she became. He started to rub her clitoris with his thumb while he continued to slide his finger in and out of her. Michele's body really started to react, and he heard her moan out loud. Her nipples grew longer and harder, and now stuck out like bullets. Her breasts swelled and got firmer and rounder. She was starting to wake up, and could feel a finger sliding in and out of her, while she was being rubbed in and on the right spots. Her eyes stayed closed, and she figured that Rich was home, and was pleasing her this way. His finger seemed so long and was touching her in places he hadn't before. It felt so good to her that she moaned again. When she moaned again, he knew then that she was ready for him. Her pussy was so slick, and her tits were begging to be licked and sucked. He picked up the pace of his finger. Michele opened her legs wide, allowing his finger to slide deeper into her. He was stroking the inside of her pussy with his finger. Michele could feel another climax building inside of her. She raised her knees and lifted her ass off the bed in order to allow him to stroke the place that would set her off. She needed to cum again. He sensed her pending climax, and started to rub deeper and harder. He could hear her breathing becoming faster and deeper. He then felt her shudder so he pushed his finger all the way into her and rubbed the very back of her. She felt this and it set her off. She could feel it coming all the way from the back of her. It felt so good, and she needed it so bad. Right when she was starting to cum, she groaned and cried out she was cumming. When he heard her say that she was cumming, he bent his head down, wrapped his lips around her left nipple, and sucked in hard. Michele felt his lips on her nipple and it increased the feel of her climax. Soon she was coming hard and could feel her juices rushing from her pussy. He could feel her juices also. It was warm, and was coating his finger, and leaking out of her and sliding down the crack of her ass. He then opened his mouth and sucked in as much of her left breast as he could. This was new to Michele and it felt wonderful. She kept cumming and cumming. While her breast was in his mouth, he rolled his tongue around her nipple. That made it stick out harder and longer. She loved it and urged him to suck her tits. She was coming down from her climax, but knew that he was soon going to want to fuck her. She wanted to feel his cock in her, and knew that she wanted to make him cum also. He did a great job in making her cum, so she wanted desperately for him to cum also. She wanted to feel him in her, and wanted to feel his hot seed coat her pussy walls. She lowered her ass back onto the bed, and after collecting her breath, she whispered for him to fuck her. She told him she needed to feel him inside her, and she wanted him to cum in her. She told him she needed it badly. He continued to stroke her pussy with his finger and suck her left nipple. He let go of her nipple, and slowly slid his finger out of her. She was so wet now he knew he wouldn't have any problems fitting his cock into her. It should slide right in. Her knees were still bent, and her legs were still parted when she felt his hand on the top of her left thigh. She felt his hand push down on her thigh so he could get her leg down. Michele knew he was pushing down on her thigh so he could straighten out her leg and he could scoot over it to get in between them. She slid her foot down till her left leg was fully touching the bed. She left her right knee bent because she knew once he was in between her legs, she would have to slide her left leg up, bend her knee, open her legs more, and raise her ass slightly so he could get inside her. Once her leg was down, he rolled over and slid in between her legs. Once Michele felt his hips between her legs, she slid her foot up till her left knee was in the same position as her right. She then opened her legs wider so he could get into her. He felt her move her left leg and part her thighs more. He used his right hand to raise himself up so he could use his left hand to line the head of his cock up with the opening of her pussy. When he slid his hand down the shaft, he felt his head and it was the biggest he had ever felt it. Also there was a lot of pre cum flowing from it. This pre cum and her slick pussy would make it easier to enter her. He looked between them to see her pussy. He watched as she lifted her ass off the bed in order to align herself for him to enter her. She told him to fuck her. She needed to feel him now. This was all the urging he needed. He grabbed a hold of his cock and pushed forward with his hips till he felt his head make contact with her opening. Michele could feel the head of his dick and swore that it was the biggest she ever felt Rich. She told him to wait. She took her hands and used her fingers to part her pussy lips wider so he could get his head in her. He saw her do this, and now could see her opening completely. He pushed forward and soon saw his head enter her pussy. Michele was stretched out to her limit. She relaxed and told him to continue to push. She wanted his head to plow a path into her. She knew as big as it was, it would touch all sides and rub all her special spot. He pushed forward slowly. She could feel herself being filled up with his cock. It seemed thicker than before, but she wasn't complaining. In fact she loved it and told him so. She told him that he was so hard and thick. She told him she wanted all of him in her. He slid deeper and deeper into her pussy. Night Visitor She felt him slide deeper into her and when she felt him reach the spot he usually hit, she told him to fuck her and cum in her. She then felt something she never felt before. He continued to stuff his dick further into her. Wow she thought, this is new and it feels so good. He was slowly sliding more of himself into her. He had a little over half of him into her and continued to push forward. He slid deeper and deeper into Michele. He was touching and reaching places with his cock she never had reached before except by cum. He soon had about 8 inches into her when she then thought that this couldn't be Rich fucking her. Rich's cock was never this long or thick. She wasn't scared though; she was feeling new feelings and wanted whomever this was to keep going. He hadn't even slid back yet, so she knew he still had cock to slide in. She gasped out and groaned that he was touching her in places with his cock she never had touched before. She reached up with her hands and put them on his shoulders. His shoulders were broader that Rich's. She slid her hands down his arms and felt they were larger than Rich's. She then placed her hands on his both sides of his hips. He continued to feed his cock into her when he felt her hands on his shoulders, sliding down his arms, and grab his hips. She slid her hands around and placed them on his ass. She knew that the person fucking her and giving her extreme pleasure wasn't her husband. She then spoke in a voice just above a whisper. He heard her tell him that whoever you are, if you have more cock, keep sliding it into her. He then knew that she knew some one else and not her husband was fucking her. She was telling him how good it felt and how she wanted more. He knew now that this wasn't rape. You can't rape the willing. When he heard her, and what she said, his cock grew longer and thicker. He could feel his balls expand which gave them more room for sperm. He felt them filling up more than ever before. He pushed forward and slid deeper and deeper into Michele. His cock was now over 11 inches long, which meant he had another 3 inches to put into her. He pushed forward slowly which began to set Michele off. She could feel her cum building again, and soon was bathing this pole that was inside her with her juices. He continued to push forward as he felt her cum. Soon he felt his pubic hair and pubic bone make contact with her mound. He knew then that he was all the way in her. He strained forward. When he did this, his head expanded and pushed at the back walls of Michele's pussy. When she felt this, she came again. She bathed his cock with more and more of her cum. He then started to pull back slowly. As he did this, Michele could feel his shaft and head touching her everywhere. He continued to slowly slide his cock back, retreating from the depths and warmth of her super slick vagina. He slid all the way back till just the head of this monster was in her. Michele wanted to feel his onslaught again, so she lowered her ass onto the bed, pulled her knees up to her chest, opened her legs wider, moved her feet so they were now on the outsides of his big arms, then placed her calves on the bend of his elbows. She knew this position would allow him to go deeper, and allow her to feel more of him in her. He slowly slid forward again till he felt his balls slap against her ass. She felt is balls also, and knew they were big too. She reached down with her hand to find his balls. She wanted to feel how big they were. If they were anything like his cock and head, they would be huge. Michele reached under her right thigh and between his legs and found his balls. They were so big. They felt like two small apples, and were really heavy. She knew from the feel of them that when he came, he would put more sperm into her than she had ever had at one time in her life. Rich could pump a lot of cum into her, but it would be nowhere near what she was going to get tonight. She kept feeling his balls and was captured by the size and weight of them. She rolled them in her hand, and could feel his cum in them even though they were hard. She only had experienced three men before in her life. Two when she was in High School, and Rich. She hadn't been fucked by anyone else since she married Rich twelve years ago. This person fucking her now would be number four, and without a doubt, he was the longest, thickest, and would pump more cum into her than any of the others. She massaged his balls, wanting to feel his cum in her. She had lost all thought of being scared or violated, and now wanted more than ever in her life to feel this mans cum in her. He knew what she was doing, but he wasn't ready to cum yet, and wanted to fuck her for a long time. He reached back with his left hand, put her hand in his, and pulled it away from his balls. He whispered to her that he wanted to fuck her a long time, and she really wanted to wait for his cum. She listened to his deep voice and fell under its spell. She told him that she wanted him now to fuck her slowly and deeply for a long time. She asked him to tell her right before he was to cum so she could cup his balls and feel his cum emptying from them. He told her that she would know when he was going to cum, he would strain into her and hold for a few seconds before he released his seed into her. This made Michele pussy leak more and more when he talked to her. Rich didn't make much noise when they made love or fucked. She liked it when this man talked to her the way he did. He continued to slide in and out of Michele at a very slow pace. All the time he was doing this, he talked to her. He told her how good her pussy felt, and how much he wanted to fill her with his cum. She talked back to him and told him how good his cock felt, and she wanted so badly to feel his cum inside her. They fucked slowly and talked to each other for over an hour. Michele said things to him that she never said to anyone before. She used words that she never used before. She groaned to him that she loved the feel of his cock and she wanted to feel his sperm shooting into her. She then told him that she wanted to suck his cock afterwards and taste their juices together, as well as feeling his cum slide down her throat. She never used words like this before, but the way he was making her feel, she meant everything she said. She could feel every inch of him entering and leaving her. She had cum seven times since they started fucking, not including the time she came from his finger. She felt him with draw back and then slide deep into her. She felt his pubic bone make contact with her pussy, and their pubic hairs became as one. She felt him slightly shift his and her position. He pulled back slowly again, shifted her more by sliding his hands under the small of her back, and then slowly started to slide into her again. She really felt this push of him. It seemed like he had gotten thicker still, and now his head had grown thicker also. When he slid all the way into Michele and hit bottom, she felt him strain his hips forward. He locked into that position for a second, and when he didn't start to pull back, she knew he was about to cum. She felt his shaft and head grow bigger still, so she knew he was going to cum soon. She again slid her hand under her left thigh and between his legs to find his balls. She cupped them in her hand and felt they had grown even bigger, and were more filled than before. She knew then he was going to overfill her. She knew she was going to have to get these sheets into the washer before Rich came home. She wanted this to happen. She wanted him to fill her up with his cum. He heard her say this and right then felt a wave of orgasm come over him. He spoke in a deep throaty voice to Michele that he was coming, and she was about to get filled with his cum. Michele cupped his balls and could feel his sperm being released into his shaft. She felt his shaft expand, and the head of his dick swell. She felt his cum racing up his shaft, and with his head lodged deep in her, she could feel the tip of his head grow, and its slit open. Just as he was about to shoot into her, he lowered his face close to Michele, slid the tip of his tongue out, and found her lips. He slid his tongue back in, and pulled his head back. Right then Michele wanted just as bad to see this man who was about ready to finish this love making by shooting his sperm into her. She stretched out her right arm till she felt the switch to the lamp. She clicked on the light, which immediately filled the room. She opened her eyes and saw that her lover, the man about to fill her pussy with his hot cum, was a light skinned black man. He opened his eyes and saw her looking up at him. He saw the lust in her eyes and knew she was not frightened at all. She had never been touched much less fucked by a black man, but she had heard stories about them. He was so long and thick, and his balls were huge. He saw her looking at him and wanted to make sure she was still willing, so he tilted his head slightly and lowered his lips towards hers. Michele wanted to feel his kiss, so while he lowered his lips towards hers, she raised hers towards his. When their lips touched, she immediately opened her mouth wanting to feel his tongue slide in. Right when their lips met, he could feel the first wave of sperm shooting from his cock. Michele felt the first heated splash of his sperm hit the back of her pussy. She immediately started to massage his balls wanting to get as much as she could of him out and into her. He slid his tongue into her mouth and she accepted it by wrapping her tongue around it as they sole kissed deeply. He shot another stream of his cum into her. Michele could feel it, and swore that one spray was more cum than anyone shot into her the whole time they were coming. He shot stream after stream into Michele while kissing her. She could feel the tingle of his kiss deep in her belly. She felt his hot sperm hitting the back of her pussy, and knew she was being overfilled. She could feel the opening to her womb expanding, and could feel the mouth of it dipping into the pool of his seed, and sucking it up into her so his sperm could get a flying start to try and find her egg. Then she felt something she never did before. She felt her pussy squeeze his head into place so it couldn't move, and could deliver all his seed into one place. She could feel this, and it felt wonderful. She was wrapped up in the feeling of him and her locked in the embrace of lovemaking. She continued to massage his balls so she could get all of his seed into her. She was overcome with lust and needed it all. He shot stream after stream into Michele while she kissed him deeper, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She groaned into his mouth and he felt her hands slide behind him. She slid her hands behind him to grab his ass and pull him closer to her so he could get as deep as he could. She pulled him to her hard, and opened her legs wider, which caused him to slip a little deeper into her. Michele felt him slide deeper, and she hugged him harder. She felt her deepest part grasp his cock head harder, then the rest of her pussy starting milking his cock to get as much of his cum out as it could. After a few minutes of shooting his cum into her, he finished coming and collapsed on top of her. Michele wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and started kissing his face. She could still feel his cock. It was still hard and long. He slipped out of her and rolled over on his back. She reached over to feel this monster that just gave her so much pleasure. She saw it. It was darker than the skin on his face, and it was shiny from their mixed love juices. When she grabbed it in her hand, it lurched. She bent her head down to get a close look at it. She could see the veins. He was still hard, and it was getting harder. She leaned her face closer to the head, stuck out her tongue and licked it. She heard him groan when she did this, so she then went further and put the large head in her mouth. She started to slide her lips up and down over the head and down the shaft. She let her throat relax, and soon was getting his head and a good part of his shaft down it. He felt her deep throat him and it was more than he could stand. He reached down with his right hand and sunk two fingers into her steaming hot pussy. When he did this, Michele came again. She sucked in hard on his cock wanting to see if he had anymore cum in him. He didn't let her down, because as soon as she sucked in hard, cum started shooting out in streams. Michele knew she would choke to death if she didn't do something quick. She started to swallow as fast as she could. He shot splash after splash of cum into Michele's throat. She backed her head off his shaft so just the head was in her mouth. This way she could catch her breath while he was still coming. He shot three more streams of cum into Michele's mouth then slowly his hardness started to subside. Soon he was limp, but still very long. He looked over at Michele. She still had a mouth full of his cum, and some escaping out of the corner. She saw him looking, so she swallowed, then used her tongue to lick her lips. She then used her tongue to clean off his semi hard cock. When she was done, she pulled herself up to him and kissed him long and deep. Their tongues locked and each tasted each other. Michele then looked at the clock and told him that he needed to get dressed and leave now so she could wash the sheets before Rich came home. He kissed her again, then got up to put on his clothes. When he got out of bed, Michele stripped the sheets and mattress cover off the bed, ran to the laundry room, and put them in the washer. She came back into the bedroom and saw he was finished dressing. She walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him again. When she broke off the kiss, he thanked her for not screaming when she saw him. She said that she had never been fucked like that before. She said he gave her a good hour or more of pleasure. She walked with him to the sliding glass door, and opened it to let him out. As he was leaving, Michele told him he could stop by anytime Rich was gone if he wanted to. Just come to the bedroom sliding glass door and let her know he was there, and she would let him in. All he could do was smile and tell her that she had a date. When he left, Michele turned and went to the laundry room to check on her sheets. They had finished washing so she put them in the dryer. She hoped that they would get dry and she could get them on the bed before Rich came home. She didn't want to try and explain why she was washing the sheets again, seeing that she just washed them yesterday. While she was standing at the dryer, she suddenly felt this warm liquid running down her leg. She looked down and saw a trail of her lover's sperm sliding down. When she saw this, her pussy started to tingle again. She thought of the love making they just did and it caused a fire to rekindle in her. She left the laundry room and headed to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped in. She grabbed the nozzle from its holder and turned the spray to a direct stream. She had to try and get out as much of his cum as she could so she wouldn't leak all night. She didn't want Rich to find any trace of what just happened. She opened her legs and reached down with one hand to part her pussy lips so she could rinse herself out. As soon as she parted her lips, a thick glob of his cum dropped into her hand. She looked at it, had a rush go through her body, and she came again. As soon as her climax subsided, she directed the spray up towards her parted lips and rinsed herself clean. She then took some soap and soaped down her pubic hair to make sure that all of their juices were washed away. When she finished, she turned off the shower and grabbed her towel and dried off. She heard the buzzer on the dryer go off and was startled to think that she had spent that much time in the shower. She must of been daydreaming and not known it. She rushed out to the laundry room, got her sheets and mattress cover and rushed back to the bedroom. She hurriedly remade the bed. When she was done, she turned off the lights and got back into bed. While she lie there waiting for sleep to come again, she looked at the clock, saw it was after 2:00, and wondered where Rich was. That would have to be something she would ask him in the morning. She was dozing and the last thought she had before she drifted off was that she had never cheated before in her life, but her new lover showed her new and exciting things. Things she was going to keep trying, as long as she kept it a secret. Night Visitor After banking the fire he went upstairs and slipped into a pair of sleep pants. It had been a long day and he looked forward to a quiet evening with a book. About 15 minutes into reading the doorbell rang and he thought "no one selling anything. Please!" But he went downstairs. Opening the door, a smile crossed his lips when he saw who was at the door. "come in!" "thanks" she replied as she entered the house. He motioned to the living room as he went to his wine cabinet. "red or white?" "whiskey" she said with a twinkle in her eye. He knew she had a penchant for good scotch so he broke out some 21 year old, just two years younger than her. The scotch had a beautiful nose to it. Vanilla undertones prevailed. It was very smooth too. Lys savored the scotch as the two sat quietly for a few minutes. "how was your day" asked Wil as he finished the scotch in his snifter. Lys shrugged her shoulders as she said "long week" Wil had not failed to notice that she wore a sports top and running shorts. It looked like she had been out exercising. They made small talk as they sat. Wil noticed lys rub her shoulder a few times so asked "shoulder bothering you?" "yeah. Took a fall on it." "I could work on it for you." Lys smiled and said "knew I could count on you." Wil smiled a little naughtily as he said "only comfortable place to lay is my bed." "I guess that will have to do" said Lys with a wicked little grin. Wil took her now empty snifter and led her upstairs by the hand. As Wil went to the bath to find his massage oil he motioned to the bed and said "top off and lay on your stomach. When he came back into the bedroom, he smiled broadly. Lys lay there completely naked. "comfy?" "mmmhmmm" Wil sat on the bed next to her and poured oil slowly down the back of her right leg. She squirmed a little as it tickled her leg. Starting at her hip hip he slowly worked his way down the outside and back of her leg. When he reached her calf he could feel her tense just a little. Here was one of the spots that would need some attention. She made a few whimpering noises before he continued down to her foot. He paid special attention to her ball and arch before moving back up. When he reached the top of her leg he let the edge of his index finger brush lightly against her pussy. Lys let out a long breath as he brushed her and slightly parted her legs. "ready for the other side?" Lys let out a sibilant "yessss" and Wil worked the muscles on the other leg. Lys began to make little moans as Wil massaged her left leg and foot. As he worked his way back up she spread her legs even further apart and when he reached the top he slowly drew the edge of his forefinger along the crease between her pussy and leg. Lys tried to be as still as possible but she wanted more. Rolling over she smiled into his eyes, beckoning him to come to her. Crawling forward and then straddling her waist he leaned down over her and kissed her softly. Lys pushed her lips against his but before she could pull him down to her he slipped to the side and sat back against the pillows. Lys pouted and wondered what might be wrong but Wil whispered "lean up against me darling" Lys crawled between his legs and then flipped around to lean her back against his chest. Wil reached forward with both hands and holding her behind each knee he lifted her legs so her feet sat to the outsides of his knees. As he reached for the oil with one hand the other slid across her belly to hold her tight. Looking over her shoulder he drizzled a little oil just above her clit and watched as it slowly ran down over her hood and then her lips. Lys pressed herself harder back into Wil as he began to kiss her shoulder. A quick intake of breath let Wil know she felt his finger lightly brushing her slit and she shuddered when his finger bumped her clit. "oh my god yes..." was all she could get out before he cupped her pussy and began to work the oil into her smooth skin. She wriggled a bit as he began to rub the heel of his hand against her clit. Reaching back she grabbed his hair and turning her head she kissed him hard as he slipped his middle finger into her and began to slowly slip it in and out. Lys kissed him even harder as he slid his finger all the way in and using his thumb started to play with her. Lys released her lips from his and melted against his chest as her hips began to rock. Wil followed her movement, letting his finger slide in and out as his thumb slipped in circles around her clit. He could hear her breathing start to quicken and then her hips bucked twice hard and pushing back against him with her feet and legs she cried out "god YES!" and then she grabbed his hand and held it still against her pussy. Wil rolled over with her and spooning her he held her tight. He lay there quietly, glad he had answered the door, before drifting off to sleep with her.