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Reunion

By: sirensong47



Long ago I began to play a game meant just for me whereby I kept a list of ten things or ten places that I wanted to experience before this lifetime ends. Each time I ticked one off, I moved it to a new list called "dreams realized", and promptly added to the prior list a new wish. Well, Henry Miller (somewhere out there in Louisiana) this one is for you! After all these years you remain at the top of my list of "things I want to do." The what if's are never far from my mind...

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It's no wonder that I was nervous. I had never done anything like this before. What if he did not remember me? What would I say to him? After all it had been over twenty-nine years since we last saw each other.

I was becoming obsessive about what he 'd be like as an adult.

Perhaps it was the feeling that there were still matters unresolved that was the catalyst. Perhaps it was an effort to stop middle age from descending on me. One last hurrah to recapture this lover of my youth.

So as logical or illogical as it may be, my relentless curiosity drove me to the library. It is really amazing how simple it was to find him. I've known for several years that he lived in a small city only twenty-five miles away. All it took was thirty minutes of my time and a R. L. Polk directory and I had his address, home telephone number, and his employer's name, address and telephone number. I made a copy and put it in my wallet.

That was over two months ago.

This morning while sharing coffee and a soak in our hot tub, my husband asked me if I had called him. Having shared our fantasies though the years, Nathan is well aware of my passionate memories of youth.

"Today is the day!" was my enthusiastic reply.

******************************* 

About mid-morning as I sat staring at my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table, images of young Henry floated though my mind's eye. He was tall, muscular, with thick inviting lips that served him well, and hair as blond as corn silk that he wore in a crew cut. This dream state brought me back to a warm humid night many years ago.

We were parked outside a neighbor's house about two blocks from where my parents lived. In all probability my father was laying in bed watching the clock to be certain that I honored curfew.

At first nothing was really out of the ordinary, just the usual deep tongue swapping kisses one practices as a prelude to what was then called "petting". Pushing Henry away by less that an arm's length, I told him we needed to talk. Earlier that day, my closest friend, Erin, had tearfully confided that she was afraid that she was pregnant.

I knew she was sleeping with Paul, but I honestly did not understand why she continued to do so. "Why did you put yourself in the position where you might get pregnant?"

The look on her face bewildered me, so incredulous did she respond to my question. "You really don't understand, do you? It just feels so good I couldn't stop!"

Of course, Henry found my story humorous. He must have been amused because he had a really good laugh before he chuckled his response, "Would you like me to show you what she means?" 

I do not remember answering affirmatively. In fact I do not remember answering at all.

Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were unbuttoning my blouse, and his hand cupped my breast. Quickly and with tenderness he freed my breast from the restraints of the cotton apparel. I was mortified that he was looking at that part of my anatomy, but I was too dumbfounded and too excited to say anything. He held the tip of the nipple between two fingers and squeezed and tugged with an alternating rhythm.

My physical experiences had heretofore been nil, but my daydreams and nightdreams had always left me with a tingle between my legs. I was totally unprepared for the wave of heat that consumed me, nor the electric rush that connected my breast and my vagina. When I opened my eyes I saw his mouth suckling my nipple. At this point I was swooning; I would have followed him anywhere if only he do that again.

But he didn't. No, he raised his head, righted my clothes and smiled. "Now do you understand?”

The telephone rang and startled me back from the dream state. It must have rung a few times before penetrating my reality for whoever it had been had already hung up the line before any words passed my lips. Holding the receiver in hand, I decided to procrastinate no longer. I dialed his office number and waited for the first ring nervously.

"Henry Miller and Associates” answered a clear precise female voice.

"Mr. Miller, please."

"Who shall I say is calling and what is this in reference to?"

Momentarily panic gripped my stomach as the realization hit me that I could either hang up or forget this foolishness, or jump in with both feet. My voice cracked as my subconscious made the decision without consulting my conscious being. "I am an old childhood friend of Mr. Miller's. I thought I'd call and surprise him. Would you be a dear and help me?"

"Well, that is a bit irregular. "

"Please," I persisted. "I'm in town for today only, and I'd like to see if he is free for lunch."

Perhaps she too had read the same romance novels, for without answering me she connected me to his extension. So much for a little white lie.

"Henry this is a voice form your past. I called to surprise you; I'm going to feel really silly if you do not remember me. This is Diana. Diana Sanders."

The silence that followed was so deafening. Then a sigh and what was surely a smile crossed his face for the tone of his voice lost all traces of the grown up Henry. When he spoke there was the same cocky flirtatious voice of my youth.

"Diana! How are you? Where are you? Of course I remember you? Didn't you ever get the messages I left for you.? I went by your old homestead two years ago in hopes that your father would tell me how to reach you."

This was more than I could comprehend. He remembered me! He had wanted to see me, too! And, my father had stood as defensive guard and judge by preventing this hopeful reunion from happening a lot sooner.

"Look, Diana, I can clear my calendar by about one o'clock and then be free for the rest of the afternoon. Why don't we meet and talk?"

My hand was shaking as I placed the telephone back onto the receiver. In less than three hours I would see his face again. We had agreed to meet in the bar of the Column's Hotel. The excitement of the moment caused a surge of adrenaline to permeate me.

Thinking to myself of the things that needed to be organized and readied only served to increase the tension and anxiety. A bubblebath had always been a great stress relief for me, so I drew a tub of water so hot the steam was rising, added a few drops of my favorite essential oil, and placed lit candles around the clawfoot tub. I dropped my robe in a heap on the floor and climbed in. Sinking down in the water, only my head remained dry. Closing my eyes I again thought of young Henry.

He had always been a connoisseur of fellatio. Everything I ever learned about pleasing a lover in that manner, I learned under the guidance of Henry. One of my past lovers had in fact talked jokingly of placing an ad in the newspaper to publicly thank him.

Ironically, while receiving my first lesson in oral sex, I also recevied my first introduction to the male genitalia. And what a surprise it was! When he unzipped his jeans and exposed his white jockeys, I had no idea what was housed within them. I was amazed when I saw "IT"; "IT" was really big, really round. Having enough sex education to know that this was what a man used when he had intercourse, I was in awe that something that size could possibly enter a woman. At the same time desire canceled any inhibitions I might have possessed. I took this sexual tool in my hand and was delighted by how IT felt. He was so hard, the skin so warm and pink. The tip was such a smooth texture and he reacted so when I touched it that I was totally fascinated by the whole experience.

So when he said: " Go ahead. Put your mouth on it." I was not at all hesitant.

My mouth was drawn to IT just like two magnets. We were in the backseat of his VW so all I had to do was bend forward slightly and contact was made. I began by kissing the tip as though it was his lips. He laced his fingers through my hair and coaxed me to open my lips and use my tongue. Enthusiastically, I did so. A sense of euphoric desire guided me.

"Watch your teeth! And then almost in the same breath, "Ah, yes, Diana."

I was taught to take the testicles in my hands and to gently manipulate them. He particularly liked me to work my way down the shaft with a wet sucking motion. Even I as a novice could sense the physiological changes that occurred at his pre-orgasmic moment; his breathing changed to a deep panting sound, he threw his head back against the seat, his thighs and stomach taught. My tongue could feel his penis swell and surge.

All the while he had worked his fingers under the lining of my underpants and had slipped a finger into what had previously been my virginal vagina. With just his index finger and the palm of his hand he guided our destiny for the night. My body rocked to the rhythms our passion orchestrated; my body being the instrument that he the musician played.

The first taste of semen arrived and I involuntarily pulled away. What seemed like a fountain sprayed from him and onto my face. Licking the edges of my lips I savored my first taste. He pulled me to him and kissed my cum soaked face.

***************** 

There is no telling how long I floated in that bathe. Long enough for my fingers to look like prune skin and my clitoris to be throbbing.

After drying off, the task at hand was to choose just the right dress. Before that decision could be made, however, I wanted to first select my lingerie. What I wear next to my skin is vitally important in establishing mood and sensuality.

Nathan takes great pleasure in browsing Victoria's Secret, so fortunately for me I own a wonderful collection of silks and satins in all of my favorite colors. As I opened the drawer I was treated to a surprise package wrapped in a deep rose colored paper and ivory ribbons. Inside was a matching bra and panty set of same rose color as the wrappings. A card was at the bottom of the box addressed by Nathan's own hand. "Wear these today, darling, so I can share in your adventure. You will be in my thoughts. I can hardly wait to see you again."

After dusting my body lightly with my favorite fragrance that smelled of violets, I stood before the full-length mirror to observe the image of his gift. The satin smoothly stroked my breasts that stood proudly erect from the sexual tension of the day. The ivory lace that decorated the panties framed and enunciated the curve of my hips. This feels right I thought, I could close my eyes and imagine Nathan's smiling approval.

The dress I chose was a soft blue cotton sundress that hung below my knees with a slit halfway up my left thigh. Simple jewelry, a strand a pink pearls and tear drop pearl earrings were the only additions to my wedding band. Luckily, I'd had a pedicure yesterday so I was satisfied that sandals would compliment the image I hoped to project; comfortable, confident, and subtly sexy.

I arrived at the hotel just before one-fifteen only to discover that the bar did not open until three. He wasn't there yet, so I took a seat on the portico to enjoy the sounds of the trolley as it passed by.

The wait was short. He walked toward me wearing a white shirt, a blue and white pin stripped seersucker suit and tie, and loafers. His smile was warm and full exposing his teeth. There was an unmistakable energy between us as our eyes feasted on each other. My heart took on a staccato beat. There was no doubt that every bit of the old chemistry was still there between us.

His arms encircled me as he drew me close and my feet hardly touched the ground. My hands caressed his face and stroked his hair.

"Oh my God! This is really you! You look wonderful! You haven't changed in all these years! Except that suit! That definitely is not the Henry I remember.

"This is great; you still have the hots for me!" We both started to laugh as the awkward moment of reunion passed.

"Trust me to pick the only bar in the city of New Orleans that wouldn't be open."

"Have you had lunch?" he asked as he took my hand and guided me down the steps. "I have a great little spot in mind."

As we drove we talked about our lives, the people we married, current as well as ex's, his children, and our extended families. We took turns reaching out and squeezing each other as if reassuring ourselves that this was not a dream.

When we reached the tollbooth of the causeway, I inquired about our destination. "For a ride in the country. O.K.?" was his only response.

We proceeded until we reached the Abita Highway. Before long he made a right turn onto an unpaved road that curved deep into the piney woods.

He stopped the car and turns the ignition off. Reaching behind him he took hold of a picnic hamper. "Hungry?" he said with a devilish grin?"

He opened the door for me and helped me out. When I looked into his eyes he kissed the tip of my nose and told me "You still have those freckles. I've never forgotten these."

He led the way to what he insisted was the most perfect spot. There he opened the basket and removed a plaid tablecloth and spread it on the ground. He laid out napkins, plates, wineglasses, and silver service as though we were dining at a grand table. Lunch consisted of ham and Swiss poboys, potato salad, chips and a large juicy dill pickle for my plate.

He had remembered my love of pickles, too.

After pouring the champagne, he handed me a glass and proposed a toast. "To old friends who have found renewal!"

***************************

As we cleared the remnants of lunch, Henry asked me if I remembered our last picnic together.

Did I ever remember! 

We had double dated with his older sister and her husband. There was a swimming hole within walking distance of our site. Henry suggested that I grab my suit so we could cool off. The only place to change was behind bushes that were in actuality an illusion so far as the privacy they offered. Nonetheless I stood there feeling his challenge, determined not to have him tease me or compare me to the other females in his life. Phrases like, " You aren't woman enough, Diana; you're just a little girl." played through my mind.

When I came back to the clearing, there he stood in his red swim trunks. A look of appreciation crossed his face as he gazed at my slight figure donned in a burnt orange bikini. He took my hand in his and led me down the trail to what looked to me as nothing more than a deep murky mud hole. This he informed me was where he intended us to swim.

So, we did. Swimming was definitely an exaggeration, for this hole was not large enough to even stretch out in. My arms were around his waist as he supported my body in cradle like fashion. He bobbed me up and down in the water laughingly. He began to kiss me as he stroked my shoulders. His fingertips brushed the tops of my breasts. I offered no resistance when he released the tie to the halter-top. Hugging him to me more tightly our nipples touched. All the while our tongues hungrily ignited the others passions. My arms were now locked behind his neck; my fingers intertwined his hair. His arms were around my torso as he skillfully maneuvered my legs apart to encircle his body. 

We seemed to dance through the water. My head was dizzy with excitement. His own level of excitement had reached his groin for he was now very erect. He pressed against me; all that separated us was two thin pieces of cloth. He freed himself of the restraints of his own trunks and tossed them up to the bank with my top. Only one piece of clothing now kept us apart. His thumbs were tracing my labia to my clitoris. My bikini bottom was then his target as he pulled it aside. I felt his hardness parting my vagina lips.

He was really upset. He accused me of leading him on, being a prick tease, and oh yes, and not being woman enough. I can't explain why I stopped him. I was just overcome with panic. I could hear my mother's voice saying "Good girls wait.” So I waited.

That was the last time I saw him until today.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his voice. "Diana, you are positively blushing!"

"I know. I'm sorry. I was thinking about that day. What a dunce I was. I've chalked it up to hormones rampaging before my mind was ready. All these years though, I've dreamed about that day. And wondered how my life might have been different had I lost my viginity to you."

"As long as we are confessing," Henry said as he stoked my hair, "I was pissed at the time. But, I respected you later for your decision to wait. When I was in Viet Nam I had fantasies about that day, only I always changed the ending."

"In my dreams I change the ending, too."

*****************************

The champagne was by now long gone as we sat beside each other with fingers laced. He was the first to break the silence, "Let's take a walk. There is a path right over there.”

Helping me to my feet he held out his hand. We walked in peaceful silence. There was something oddly familiar about these woods. A kind of de' ja vou. It was not until we rounded the path into what used to be a clearing but now was being reclaimed into the woods by undergrowth that the pond became evident.

He smiled at me with his familiar devilish grin, "Feel like a swim?”

Without waiting for a reply we were wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing, pouring our hands over each other’s bodies. He took my dress over my head. And there I stood wearing nothing but Nathan's gift for all of God's creatures to see.

I unbuttoned his shirt as fast as my fingers enabled me. He had such a beautiful chest full of blonde curls. His nipples were already signaling readiness. The trousers were next. As I unzipped the zipper his erection filled my hand. Gone were the days of white jockeys for this man; instead he wore briefs with a contoured fit to enhance his already gorgeous body.

Unhooking my bra with one hand, he took one of my breasts in the other. He began to work that old magical feeling. His breath was so hot when his tongue first touched my nipple. Immediately my knees began to tremble of the connection between breast and vagina was made by the artistry of his tongue.

"Do you remember this?"

"Ooh, yes!" was all the effort I could muster so enthralled was I by his attention. I was oblivious to the mosquitoes that had invaded our space. He edged us to the pond where the water would protect us from their bombardment.

Once settled safely in the water, he nestled my body close to his. Holding my face in his hands he looked into my eyes with a longing mixed with sadness. "Dear sweet Diana. How I've yearned for you! You have been my dream lover no matter where I was or whom I was with. It is so comforting to have you share my dreams even though we have not shared our lives."

He fell silent as he continued to cradle me and rock and sway us though the warm water. We stoked and petted each other and planted affectionate kisses all about. Once again the crescendo of passion had been quelled.

No other words were really necessary. We both seemed to understand that reality could sometimes wash away the dream that one holds dear to their heart. We both knew that a decision had been made by our subconscious to leave the dream undisturbed.

A new dimension had been added, however, now whenever I call upon my dream lover, before me comes the face of this grown man who means so much to me.

We dressed and loaded the car to head back towards home. Sunset was approaching. The sky was lit by a pink glow that promised another beautiful day tomorrow. We drove back in animated conversation content that this had been a gloriously memorable day.


Reunion



As I got out of his car and closed the door he stopped me with a question. "Admit it, Diana, you'll always be hot for me, won't you?"

"Yes, Henry. You'll always be my favorite dream lover." Blowing him a kiss from off the tip of my hand, we went our separate ways.



Reunion



She slipped the key card that he'd left her into the slot and smiled as the green light went on. They'd had so many false starts, so many near misses in terms of scheduling, that it was wonderful that they were finally going to have some uninterrupted time together. This was going to be their time, their chance to privately explore what they had started together. And to discover just how much further they could go, now that they had achieved a level of comfort and trust.

She checked her watch...12:30pm. He had told her he'd have meetings until at least 3:00pm. So she took her time checking out the room, opening the dresser drawers and closet to see how much space he had left her. She saw his jeans hanging in the closet. They were worn, comfortable, a little faded...a perfect reflection of his laid-back, soft-spoken mannerisms. Even in scene, he rarely raised his voice. But his will was iron and she'd learned early that things would go easier for her if she did what she was told.

After drinking a borrowed Coke from the minibar, she started unpacking the few things she'd brought. Mostly shorts and tee-shirts (it was hot out in the desert), but one or two nice dresses for the evenings. As she was hanging them next to his button-down shirts, she heard the door click and spun around to see him standing there, smiling. Her face lit up, unable to mask the happiness she felt at finally seeing him again, alone.

"I thought you were in meetings till mid-afternoon," she teased.

"I was supposed to be, but I must be coming down with this stomach virus. I told them I wasn't feeling well, and that I should probably spend the rest of the afternoon in bed," he parried back.

She walked the ten steps over to him and ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders, then wrapped her arms around his neck, still leaving a foot or so between them. "You should...you absolutely should...hello baby..." she murmured softly, slowly, as she pulled herself against him and started pressing her mouth against his. His lips were exactly as she'd remembered them, as soft and full as hers, and as hungry. Their mouths opened and their tongues danced together as his hands eagerly reaquainted themselves with the sides of her body, her back, her ass. He pressed her cheeks hard so that their crotches touched and she felt how hard he was. Her kisses became more and more urgent then, and he followed suit...and they went at it with an intensity that made it clear they wanted to be under each other's skin. 

She pulled her face a few inches away, looked into his grey eyes and whispered, "You're overdressed, baby." He smiled again. "I was just thinking the same thing. You've got exactly 60 seconds to lock the door and get naked. For every second over sixty, you earn yourself five strokes."

She looked into his eyes, pleased as always with his challenges, since she enjoyed the penalties as much as the rewards. "Sixty seconds...starting when, Sir?"

Now his smile became much broader. "About fifteen seconds ago."

She took a full five seconds to share a glance with him that in her way, acknowledged his devious turn of scene, as well as to show her appreciation of his choice. He turned his attention from her eyes to his watch, and started studying the second hand, counting down from 40. She got to work, hurriedly unbuttoning her white cotton blouse as she walked to the door to bolt it. Staying there, she slid off her black skirt, kicked off her shoes, pulled off her bra, pushed down her stockings.. "Ta da!!" she said, standing stood before him naked, grinning in triumph as she finished the task as he said, "Three." 

Without looking up, he asked, "Did you remember to hang the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside of the door, love?" and then he resumed counting, "Two, One, Zero..."

Her smiled died quickly as she rushed to pick up the sign, undo the bolt and the chain, hang the sign on the other side of the doorknob, and redo the locks. He was merciful in that he'd counted slowly. But by the time she had completed the task, he had reached negative ten.

"Done!" she said, but this time without as much hubris.

"Negative ten," he repeated, dead-pan, as he gazed into her green eyes.

"That's fifty strokes..." she said, voice trailing off at the end.

He nodded. Their eyes spoke volumes to each other.

"What will you use?" she asked.

"A little of everything, I imagine. I haven't decided yet..."

"The cane...how many will be with the cane?" she asked, with a hint of fear in her voice. She'd developed a healthy respect of canes since he had introduced her to them their last time together. She'd asked for just one stroke then, just to satisfy her curiosity. The stinging had radiated for a good two minutes. She'd never felt anything with that kind of burn before.

He walked over to her and started stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. "At least five, love..." Her cheek leaned into his caress, their eye contact remaining unbroken.

"Five..."she repeated in a whisper. Not protesting, not negotiating. Just repeating the inevitable.

"How many would you prefer?" he asked, almost paternally. There were no smiles now. Just low tones and stares of deep probing and understanding of each other's needs and psyches.

She shook her head slightly, as if to toss off his question. "How many would you prefer, Sir?" she countered.

No world existed for either one of them at this moment, outside of the stares, touches and words they were sharing. He was deep into his space, as she was into hers. They both knew that her question was a gift to him, a chance to challenge her, to demand that she endure for his pleasure, to prove her feelings for him.. His hand continued to slowly stroke her cheek and his eyes squinted slightly, knowing that she'd need some tenderness to let her wrap her mind around the answer he was about to give.

"Actually, I'd prefer that all of them were with the cane," he said, in the softest of whispers.

She stared into his eyes for a long time, comprehending that his words spoke of her inevitable fate over the next few days. She wouldn't dare contradict or deny him. But he could see in her eyes that she was trying to grasp the realization of what was to come, that he wanted it, and because of that, she wanted it too.

"Fifty cane strokes...how will I endure it, Master?"

"They don't need to be all at one time, love. It's just over eight a day...not so bad, really. Or we could do one an hour for the next two days or so, and you'd have them out of the way quickly."

"When do we start, Sir?"

"Now. Five now, to start. Get the cane out of my bag. And the clamps too, please."

She walked over to his bag, the location of which she had noted during her earlier exploration of the room, and rummaged through it to find the items he had requested. She knew he had asked her to fetch these items, not just to put her to task, but because it would make her see the other implements of torture he had brought for their weekend together. Some she had never seen before. She didn't waste time, though, because once he had given an order, he expected it to be completed quickly.

She picked up the cane and the clamps, another item she had learned to respect during their last session together, and brought them to her Master, who by this time was sitting in the overstuffed armchair in the corner. "Come," he said, beckoning her to join him by sitting on his lap. She complied, handing him the items and then straddling him as he always preferred when they sat this way. She loved nothing more than sitting naked on his clothed body, the juxtaposition so clearly pointing out the difference in their relative statures.

He put the cane on the endtable beside him and took her hand in his own, forcing her fist open. He placed the clamps in her palm and closed her fingers over them.

"I want you putting them on yourself this time," he told her. "Make them as tight as you think I'd want them to be. Then put the chain in your mouth...you remember how I like it, I'm sure."

She knew how aware he was of her feelings about the clamps, and that asking her to put them on herself was as evil a twist as when he'd ask her to beg for a whipping she'd feared last time around. She looked at him, her eyes pleading for a reprieve, but his stare was as it always was at this point in a scene-without emotion-and his resolve irrevocable.

She fumbled with the clamps, never having put them on herself, and terrified that she would make them too tight to endure. As she struggled with her left nipple, he helped her by gently running his fingers through the tresses of her hair, indicating his patience with her labors, his appreciation of her compliance. She fitted them and moved the bar up until she felt the familiar sting and then she grimaced as she tried to endure what she had wrought for his pleasure. Once the stinging subsided a little, she worked the right side and once completed, she put the chain in her own mouth. She knew that would be the hardest part, keeping the chain between her lips as he worked her. But she also knew that if it dropped, he would be livid and his anger would be reflected in whatever strokes he was administering at the time.

He looked at her handiwork and asked, "Does it hurt terribly?"

She nodded yes and he nodded back his approval. "Thank you," he said. "You'll be wearing them through most of the next six days, so it's good that you learned to put them on yourself. Now lift yourself up and come forward so that you're looking and leaning over my shoulder."

She complied, giving him full access to her backside as she worked hard to keep the chain between her lips. She felt his fingers exploring her ass, spreading the cheeks, working their way to her asshole. "Relax...it'll go easier for you that way," he instructed. She groaned loudly from behind clenched lips as his fingers began invading her tight space, slowly but deeply. "We're going to spend a lot of time working here this time around, love," he said calmly, as if he were a college professior on the first day of classes, going over the course syllabus. "We'll go slowly at first, as we discussed, but by Wednesday, I intend to rape you here, hard, without mercy, and I want you prepared, so nothing impedes my full pleasure of you. Do you understand?"

She grunted "Yes" through her gritted teeth, even as the chills ran down her spine. She knew he meant it, that he'd told her of his plans early in the visit, so she could go over them again and again in her mind as their time together progressed, allowing the fear to slowly build. She imagined that what he was forecasting would be as painful as anything she could endure, and that it would be all the more pleasing to him because of her fear and her pain.

She stared at the mirror that was on the wall behind the chair, struck by the beauty she saw in her humiliation and submission. She looked deeply into her own eyes, trying to understand herself, her needs, her desires, as he left one finger in her asshole, working it back and forth, and with the other hand, he reached for the cane. Again, she heard his calm, instructor voice. "The back of the thighs, where the ass meets the legs, is one of your most tender areas. This is going to sting far worse than the last time you and the cane made each other's acquaintance. Beg for it now, angel..."

She instantly realized her dilemma. He was asking her to speak, which contradicted his order to keep the chain in her mouth. Either way, whichever way she chose to obey him, she would be disobeying him also. One tear started forming in her left eye, not because she was going to be punished but because there was no way to satisfy both of his commands. With resignation, she let the chain fall and whispered, with a dry throat, the words he had requested. "Please Master...please beat me with your cane. Please enjoy me as you desire...I exist only for your pleasure..."

He sighed, acknowledging her disobedience. "Double strokes for dropping the chain. I'm surprised at you. You know better than that..."And as the first stroke hit, he added, almost sweetly, "Welcome home, love."



Reunion



I noticed Paula when I registered in the Hilton lobby for the tenth reunion of my class. Paula Robins is a brunette with long shapely legs. She dresses to show her legs off, which was pretty daring at such a conservative university ten years ago. Nowadays short skirts are OK, as long as someone doesn't look like a slut. Paula's far from a slut; she's a very classy woman. When I was student, I thought of her as an "older" woman. But she's only eight years older than me, and now that I'm thirty she doesn't seem all that old. She's "Dean Robins" now, pretty high up in the university power structure. 

I've been living and working in Seattle for the past five years. It was fun to be back in San Francisco for the reunion. One goal I had in mind was meeting old friends, and there was Paula. We hadn't been friends at the time, but friendly. She was too far above me to be considered a friend. Still, I was happy to spot her in the lobby.

Paula welcomed me with a kiss on the cheek, more affectionately than is common at this kind of function. I'd worked on a special project for her eight years earlier, so I thought the warmth was due to that. It didn't occur to me that Paula was available, because I knew about her long-term relationship with an artist named Shirley Jenkins.

I was lonely and pleased to see someone I knew. I'd been without a partner for over a year. I and Matt had decided it was best to split up, rather than torturing each other.

We shared a table at lunch and talked about our careers. I've been doing well in the advertising business, and she'd won some turf battles and now she's a real power at the University. I asked her how Shirley was. She looked down for a moment and said, "We're not together anymore."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You were a couple for so many years."

"She found someone younger."

I was shocked by her revelation and found it hard to respond. How do you tell a person that it isn't so bad that her long-term partner has ditched her for a younger woman? All I could do was tell her about my situation.

"I've split from my husband, so I know how you feel. It's tough, isn't it?."

"Yes it's tough, especially at night, when there's nobody to share my life."

We chatted briefly and after that went to different sessions.

That evening, after the main program, I saw Paula in the lobby and asked her to join me for a drink. I got a little mellow over cocktails at the hotel bar and it just came out of my mouth: "You know, I've always had a crush on you."

She looked at me closely, almost as if she was seeing me for the first time. Then she said, "A crush? I don't know how to respond to that." 

I was embarrassed to have blurted out what I'd said. I tried to explain.

"I didn't mean it the way it sounded."

She smiled and asked, "How did you mean it?"

I had the distinct feeling that she was teasing me. I didn't know how to explain the attraction that I'd had for her years earlier. I felt like a silly tongue-tied girl, rather than a successful business woman. 

Paula must have noticed how I felt. She reached over and held my hand. "No problem, my dear. We can talk about what you meant later. Have another drink."

We drank enough for me to feel *very* relaxed. Finally, we decided to leave and get ready for the next day's activities. Her room was on the twelfth floor, like mine, but closer to the elevator. As we got to the door of her room she said, "Come in, let's chat for a few minutes." 

I nodded and followed her into the room. She removed her jacket and hung it in the closet. Then she asked me to hand her my jacket so that we could be more comfortable. I did that, and we sat down on the couch. I noticed her breasts under the white silk blouse. The air was charged with sexual tension. Was I imagining that, or was I just terribly lonely?

"I can mix a drink from the selection on the end table," she said. "What would you like"

"I'm not fussy. Do you have Scotch and soda? If so, that's what I'd like."

"Coming up. You drink like a man. Most women don't drink Scotch like that."

"Well, I feel very much like a woman."

Paula smiled at that remark but didn't respond. She handed the drink to me and made a a drink for herself. Then she said, "Tell me about your crush on me. What did you mean by that?"

"I'm sorry, Paula. I'm embarrassed to have mentioned the crush. It happened so long ago."

"Tell me about it. I find the thought of a lovely young woman like you having a crush on me quite exciting. Do you find me attractive?"

This was what I'd been hoping for since we met at lunch. I found her attractive, very attractive. I'd never had an affair with a woman but I've always found a woman's body to be much nicer than a man's body - nicer and softer. And I was lonely.

"Yes, I find you attractive, but it's more than just skin deep."

"What does that mean?"

"It's the way you carry yourself. You're very confident, and it shows. I've always been attracted to women of power."

"That's very perceptive of you. Yes, I'm very much a dominant woman. I prefer being the dominant partner in any relationship."

Was she telling me what I thought she was saying, or was I imagining it? The thought of getting spanked and being ordered to do something by a woman has always aroused me. Maybe it's a "mommy" sort of thing to be attracted to older women, especially those who seem in charge. An image of me stretched over her lap while being spanked flashed through my mind. It must have been all that alcohol in my bloodstream. 

She leaned over to me and trailed her fingers, ever so gently, along the line of my jaw. I should have been surprised but I wasn't. Her touch felt natural, and inevitable. "That feels good after a long day," I said. "More, please."

Then she put her arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. "You're quite lovely, my dear," she said. Then she kissed me firmly on the lips. Our tongues touched, withdrew as if shy, and touched again. Paula wasn't satisfied with a "nice' friendly kiss. She started to work her tongue and lips against mine insistently, not waiting for permission of any kind. I would have given permission for passionate kisses if she'd asked me, but that wasn't her game. She was the aggressor and the boss. That suited me just fine. The idea of having a dominant woman take charge and make love to me was so arousing that my pussy was getting really wet, and so far all we'd done was kiss! 

We pulled back and looked at each other. I wasn't sure about how to proceed. She solved that problem by taking charge. Paula slowly unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. I just sat there and let her undress me. I was aroused. It seemed like a dream, an erotic dream. 

Then she slipped off my bra and kissed my breasts. The erotic dream was a reality, and my body responded. My panties were getting wet. She used her tongue on my nipples and then bit them gently. I was so excited at that point that my nipples, and the area around them, were super sensitive. Now I had the urge to take charge and make love to her.

"My turn," I said, and proceeded to remove her blouse and bra. Very shortly, two women naked to the waist were exploring each others' bodies. I was willing to go on like that for a while, but I wondered how to get more intimate. My pussy was dripping, and I needed more than kisses on my breasts.

Paula took the lead again. She put her hand under my skirt and put two fingers into my pussy. I've taken to masturbating a lot lately, but her fingers in my cunt felt much better than mine. She knew exactly what to do with her fingers. Paula found my clit and played with it, teasing me until I was ready to come. She knew how to bring out the slut in me, a slut with no shame about needing to be used and abused.

I exploded in an orgasm. My crotch was soaking wet. She pulled her hand out from under my skirt. Her fingers were wet with my juices. Very slowly and thoroughly she sucked on her fingers as we kept our eyes on each other. It was an erotic moment of sharing between us. She kissed me again, and I tasted myself on her lips.

"Let's relax," she said. Just lie here next to me and hold my hand." Then she said, "You haven't been with a woman before, have you?"

"No, you were my first. You must have sensed my inexperience. Were you disappointed with me?"

"Your inexperience is delightful, my dear. I'm pleased to be your first. I want to show you everything I know. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes."

"Does the thought of being with a dominant woman intrigue you."

"Yes, Paula, it does. But I'm not sure what that really means."

"I'll show you, and in a way that you'll love to be dominated by me. Are you game for that?"

"Yes, please." 

"I'm going to sit on the edge of the bed, with my legs spread wide. Get on your knees in front of me, and come close. How do like kneeling for me?"

"That feels good."

"I can see how much you enjoy getting down on your knees for me. You're going to be just fine. Make love to my pussy."

I was kneeling in front of her, like a supplicant asking for a favor. My head was at the same height as her vagina, which was spread wide right in front of me. She put her hand on my head and pushed it down. 

It felt natural to lick and kiss my way up her firm white thighs to her pussy. As I did that, I heard noises from her, low moans. She was really into the scene with me, no longer the old friend, but my lover. I knew that I was lost, finally in the world of lesbian sex that I'd imagined but never tried.

She spread wide for me. One of her labia was pierced, with a shiny metal ring inserted. I explored the ring with my tongue. As I did that, her swollen pussy lips showed how aroused she was getting. Her labia are much larger than mine, and a lovely dark rose in color. 

It was an invitation I couldn't resist.

I kissed the area around her vagina and then the perineum, the sensitive area between the cunt and asshole. That brought an immediate response - she grabbed my hair and pulled me even deeper into her. She moaned.

Them it happened - she shuddered and drenched my face with her pussy juices. I sucked them up, my first taste of her. She tasted marvelous to me and I wanted more of her, greedy slut that I am.

We held each other as passion receded. Then I got off my knees and lay next to her on the bed. I felt like I'd arrived home: no pressure on me, just contentment to be with her.

As we lay there side-by-side I heard a strange question from her, "Do you like to get fucked?"

How was I supposed to answer a question like that? But a glance at her made it clear that she wasn't kidding around. She expected an answer.

"I do like to get fucked. Doesn't everybody?"

"I meant getting fucked by a woman. Have you every been fucked by a woman?"

I didn't know what she was saying. Fucked by a woman? She was waiting for my answer.

"I'm not sure I understand you. If you mean having a woman put her finger in my pussy, the answer is 'yes', but it happened only once - a long time ago."

"Finger fucking is OK, but I meant something else. I meant getting fucked by a woman wearing a latex cock, a dildo. Have you been fucked with one of those?"

"No, never."

I have some nice strap-ons at home that I'd like to try with you. All I have here is a vibrator. I'll dig mine out."

I watched from the bed as she rummaged around in a bureau drawer and held a big blue vibrator aloft. She said, "Here's my blue boy. You'll love him in your cunt. Get on your back and spread your legs for me, Claudia."

I did that and watched as she got onto the bed and held the vibrator firmly in one hand. She said, "let's test first to see if you're slick enough."

Paula pushed two fingers into my cunt, pulled them out and then looked carefully at the fingers.

"Not slick enough. Claudia, suck my cock to make it nice and slippery."

It was the most unusual and exciting sexual experience of my life: I was sucking the cock of a female lover, and loving it! In that moment, it didn't matter that the cock was really a vibrator. And it didn't matter that my lover was a woman. 

Sexual identities were blurred. I focused on the blue cock and the woman holding it. I sucked away, as thoroughly as I've ever sucked a man's cock. This one didn't get bigger as I sucked, but it did get slippery.

She stuck the vibrator into her mouth to test it. "Claudia, it's slick enough. Spread nice and wide, dear."

Then she started the vibrator buzzing and pushed it slowly into my pussy. "Just close your eyes and go with the flow," she told me. 

I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of being fucked by her. I was in another world, one that I hadn't been in before.

Then she increased the speed of the vibrator and pushed it in and out more rapidly. That brought me to the edge of an orgasm, and beyond that edge. I came again! Never before had I been able to orgasm twice within such a short period of time.

It was getting quite late by then, and both of us had to get up early. We kissed and agreed to meet in front of the hotel when the meeting was over, at noon of the following day. I would have my bag packed and ready to go. She wanted to ride to the airport with me.

We held hands during the cab ride to the airport. There was a lot to say, and nothing to be said. It was a time for sharing and not a time for talking.

Then she spoke. "I have next weekend free," she said. "I'd like to visit you in Seattle. The flight is only an hour. Shall I come to Seattle?"

I was thrilled. Of course I wanted her to come visit me.

"Yes, please. You'll stay with me." 

I thought about some trivial things: I'd have to get some new towels and washcloths, and clean up the apartment.

We held hands in the boarding area. I didn't care what anybody else thought about two women holding hands. In San Francisco that's not a big deal.

I had to get in line at the gate after the boarding announcement was made. She stood in line with me.

As the line started to move I said, "Please bring me a special present when you come to Seattle."

"A present? What do you want?"

"A strap-on,... please."

She stared at me and laughed. "I'll be sure to bring it with me. See you next weekend."

As the plane climbed I thought about next weekend, and about the strap-on she'd be bringing. Better stock the 'fridge in case we don't get out much.

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Copyright 2002 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author. All comments are welcome.



Reunion



Judson sat quietly on the porch swing, rocking gently, softly stealing a gentle breeze from the spring Alabama night.  Another day had come and was winding down.  Business had been slow at the little hardware store he owned and operated, but that was to be expected.  Summer was here, and all the self-made handymen had completed their spring repairs and had moved on to the pursuits of summer.  About the only regular customers now were the local builders, and most of them bought from him only when the purchase was too small to justify the half hour drive into the next town where the large hardware chain store continued its ongoing conspiracy to destroy small local businesses.  Still, Judd couldn’t blame the builders for shopping there.  The variety of merchandise available dwarfed his meager inventory and his prices were higher, despite his efforts to cut his margins and remain competitive.

Still, he had a steady stream of traffic, though most of it came from the old-timers who shopped here either from a sense of obligation, or because the trip into Carson City seemed like more trouble than it was worth.  And, as far as they were concerned, if a fellow couldn’t find it at the local hardware store, then he probably didn’t need it.  But, if the truth were known, when they did come in, they often purchased only a soft drink and a pack of crackers from the rack beside the cash register.  About the only thing that would really boost his business might be a good ice storm to do enough damage to create a short-term emergency and to cause the large store in Carson City to exhaust its stock so that he got the spillover traffic.  And, here in late June, that was a bit unlikely.

But Judson didn’t mind.  As long as the store did enough business to cover its expenses and to pay his three employees, he would be satisfied.  His grandfather had opened this store more than sixty years ago and two generations had earned a better than average livelihood from it.  Judson had taken it over a few months back after returning to his small hometown of Genoa following a stint in Chicago.  Twenty-four years ago he had graduated from high school here.  Three months later, he left the store and the town behind, jumping at the chance to attend a reputable university on scholarship, with no intention of ever returning.

Despite an early interest in literature, he had, at his father’s insistence, majored in finance.  This had served him well financially, allowing him to obtain a job with a large investment banking firm.  His skills, combined with a good run of luck, took him quickly up the corporate ladder.  After assisting a few conglomerates in the buying and selling of companies at a hefty commission, he accumulated a significant reserve of cash and available credit.  These he parlayed into a small fortune as he bought and sold a series of small companies, many of them culls from the larger corporations who dropped them into his lap for a song.  There was a lot of truth to the old adage that one man’s junk was another’s treasure.  Judson’s sizable portfolio  was proof.

If the truth were known, Judson loved what he was doing.  Only after his dad’s stroke had he agreed to leave the fast life of Chicago and return to this small town.  Even then, his original plan had been to return just long enough to persuade his dad to either close the store or let him sell it.  He believed the large chain would buy the store simply to eliminate the nuisance of competition.  Even if they didn’t, the building was located on prime commercial real estate.  The family had had numerous offers from developers who wanted to purchase the store and the adjoining 33 acres, much of it on the nearby river, to develop into an upscale residential neighborhood.

Judson sat in the swing and read until dark, which came late this time of year.  When the dusk took over completely, he laid his book aside and continued to rock gently, waving at the occasional car that would make its way past his house, oblivious to the fact that it was dark and that the passers-by could not see him, sitting alone on  his porch.  He wondered if there was an element of fate in the series of events that had brought him back to his hometown.  He doubted it.  If there was, he had missed the significance of it.

A car horn from down the street jarred Judson back to reality.  He hit the light on his sports watch and realized he had dozed off.  It was almost ten o’clock so he had slept for well over an hour.  Since he had to open the store at seven every morning, Judson went to bed early, just like his father had done.  What a change from his lifestyle in Chicago.  Picking his book up from the swing, he made his way inside, and without ever waking completely, made his way to bed.

Arriving early the next morning, Judson sipped coffee as he reconciled the previous day’s receipts.  He smiled as he realized that he put as much effort into reconciling a few hundred dollars in sales as he had in analyzing the multimillion transactions that made up his prior life.  Oh well, everything was relative.  And, as was becoming the routine, the day was filled with a slow, but steady stream of locals who wanted to chat more than anything else.  But it helped pass the time.  Pete, the old hand who had worked for Judson’s dad for years, dropped in to chat as he was prone to do on slow days.  Today, he had picked up cheeseburgers for himself, Judson and Josh, a part-time college student who showed up each day around noon and worked afternoons.  The three ate their cheeseburgers and the lunchtime conversation spilled over into the afternoon as they whiled away the time discussing sports, politics and what they didn’t know about women.  From time to time a customer would drop by and join the conversation, pick up a few items and then leave the threesome to their discussion.  And, finally, like those before it, the afternoon would produce the rattling of keys as Pete and Josh began to help Judson close shop for another day.

Pete said his goodbyes and went to lock the warehouse.  Josh headed out to make a final stroll through the store to make sure that all the customers were gone and that nothing was in the floor that might be tripped on tomorrow morning.  It was amazing how customers would remove merchandise from the shelf or storage bin, and just leave it.  Judson recalled how his grandfather would always wonder aloud if those folks left things lying around like that at home.  He assumed most of them did.  Judson had a lot of memories in this hardware store, and he was continually amazed at how they made their way back into his consciousness at an almost measured pace.

Making his way back to the front of the store, Josh grabbed his backpack from the shelf underneath the cash register, said goodbye, and made his way out the door.  Continuing another almost daily ritual, Judd traced Josh’s steps down the aisles, rearranging and checking prices.  Yes, life had changed for Judd.  And, if he were honest, he would admit he didn’t know if it was for better or worse.

“Hey, Judd.”

Without looking up, Judd recognized Libby’s voice.  She had become another regular fixture here, albeit one of the more pleasant ones.  Libby looked to be not a day over 18, although she had just turned 24.  Judd knew because she had produced her driver’s license the day he had laughed at her.  And, though Judd knew better, he had to admit a bit of relief upon seeing that she was well beyond high school.  Judd was attracted to her, and even though he found the young woman incredibly attractive, he did have his standards.  And fooling around with anyone under 21 violated those standards.

Not that anything had happened with Libby.  Their relationship was mostly mild flirtation.  But, it was not because she was not available.  She had sent unmistakable signals that she was interested.  She went on and on about how the guys her age were not mature.  She even went so far as to comment on Judd’s youthful appearance.  And he knew she was not blowing smoke.  Judd had taken care of himself over the years, and despite the graying around his temples, he looked ten years younger than his 42 years.

“Hi, Libby.  You doing OK, today?”

“I’d be doing better if you’d take me into town this weekend and buy me dinner.”

Judd smiled.

“Judd, we wouldn’t even have to come back.”

Now she had his attention.  “Oh, so we can leave this part of the world, Libby?”

“No, silly.  I meant that night.  We don’t have to come back that night.”

“Don’t you live in Carson City?  Didn’t you tell me that you lived with your Mom downtown near the college?”

“No I don’t live with my Mom.  I told you she lived near the college.  I have my own place.  But that’s beside the point.  I’m talking about you, me and a hotel room.  Of course, that would be after a nice dinner and maybe a movie.  Who knows what I might be inclined to do.”

“The thought of you inclined in any manner makes me a little nervous.”

Libby laughed, not a girlish giggle, but the laugh of a confident woman.  “What do you think?  Is the offer tempting enough?”

Judson smiled at Libby, and made his way into the adjacent warehouse area.  He didn’t realize Libby had followed until he turned and found himself staring into Libby’s blue eyes.  Before he could react, she kissed him.  Judd pulled away.

“Libby, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

She backed toward the door.  Judson expected her to make her way back through it, into the store and out the front door.  He was certain he had embarrassed her.  Instead, she smiled at him, reached for the door and closed it.  Judson watched.  Aware that she had his attention, she deftly reached for the bottom of her shirt, holding her hands there, threatening to pull it up to expose her breasts.

Judson strained to breathe.  He had fantasized about Libby, but he knew this was a mistake.  She was incredibly beautiful and had the body as supple as that of a woman her age, but as alluring as that of a woman ten years older.  He wanted her.  There was no question about it.  Instinctively, he took her hands to stop her.

“No.  No, Libby, I can’t do this, and neither can you.”

“Do what?” she asked innocently.  “It’s a little warm in here and I was just going to take off my shirt.  Don’t you want me to?”

It took every ounce of Judson’s strength to shake his head.  He knew he really did want her to.  He’d like to lock the door and take her here in the warehouse.  “Please, Libby,” he thought. “Please don’t give me a chance to reconsider.”

As if hearing his plea, Libby pulled her hands back from the shirt, her hands still restrained by his.  She could not resist teasing him by sliding her hands across her breasts, forcing his to make contact with her ample bosom.  Finally, she dropped her hands to her waist.    Judson breathed deeply and sighed, releasing the hold he had on her hands..

“I know what you’re thinking.”  Thankfully, Libby broke the silence. “And I admire you for it.  You’re not the kind of guy who would take a girl for a quickie in the back of the store.  You want to wine and dine me before you bed me, don’t you, Love?”

Judson stared at her, unable to stop the smile that captured his face.

Libby was again in his face. “So, how about this Friday?  Let’s go out and have some real fun.  Just you and me!”  She placed her lips on his in a featherlike kiss.  Judd’s mind was about to say no, when his libido got to his lips first.

“OK, if you want.  Yea, it’ll be fun.  But one thing.”

Libby beamed.  “Anything, Judd, and I do mean anything.”

“Wait, I’m sorry.  I almost forgot.  I already have plans for this weekend.”

An expression somewhere between a frown and a pout came across Libby’s face.

“Sounds like an excuse to me...”

“No,” Judd interrupted.  “I’ve had this planned for a few weeks. I guess I got, uh, preoccupied and forgot.  I’m really sorry.”

“Is it another woman?”

Judson could not help smiling.  “Yes, but she’s just a friend.  Actually an old high school friend that I ran into.  We decided to get together and catch up on all the news and gossip.”

“An old girlfriend?”

“Libby…”

“OK, Juddie, I’m sorry.  I won’t tease you.  How about Sunday?

“Nope, that won’t work. I promised Dad I’d come out to his place for dinner.”

“O.K.  I get the picture.”

“No, I’m really not putting you off.  Tell you what.  How about next weekend?”

Libby pursed her lips, trying not to appear anxious.

“Umm, I suppose.”

“Great!” Judd exclaimed.

“So you really do want to go out with me?  You really want to date me?”

“I want to take you to dinner.  That’s all I’m going to say.”  Judd tried to be serious, but the smile in his voice made its way to his face.

“Well, let me assure you, it’ll be an evening that you won’t forget.  I promise you that.”

Judson laughed out loud.

“Libby, can I ask a favor?”

“Sure, Judd.  Anything.”

“Let’s keep this between us for now.  What do you say?”

“Sure. It’ll be our little secret.”

Throughout the remainder of the afternoon, Judson rationalized his decision to have dinner with a woman half his age.  As far as what else the evening might hold, he was in complete denial.  What was wrong with a man having dinner with a younger woman whose company he enjoyed?  After all, she was an adult.  He was not doing anything immoral.  And who said that the evening had to involve anything other than dinner and good conversation.

“Yea, Judd,” he thought to himself.  “Just keep thinking that.  You may actually convince yourself.”

That night Judson thought of Libby long after he went to bed.  The memory of their afternoon encounter left him restless.  Why, he wondered.  But Judson knew why.  He wanted Libby and the realization that he would be with her gave him feelings with which he was not totally comfortable.

Judson awoke the next morning, glad it was only Friday.  He was anxious to see Abby, but needed another day to compose his emotions after his encounter with Lib.  And though he was not quite ready for his adventure, he was glad it was only a day away.  What he had not told Libby was that his date for tomorrow evening was indeed his high school sweetheart, a woman Judd was sure he had loved at one time in his life.  Abby was everything he would have wanted in life, and one reason he was still a bachelor.  Subconsciously, Judd still gauged every woman he dated by Abby.  And though his chance encounter with her a couple of weeks back was unplanned, it was something Judd had hoped for since he returned to Genoa.  The memory of their first words in 20 years still lingered.

He had gone into Carson City for a movie and stopped by a bookstore on the way home.  He was browsing the new paperback releases, hoping to find the new John LesCroart thriller.  His frown of disappointment at not seeing it there must have been obvious.  A voice from behind had spoken.

“Can I help you…Judson, is that you?”

Judson had felt a chill at the sound of her voice even before he turned and recognized her.  Gosh, she was beautiful, just the way he remembered her.  The lovely dark hair, the deep brown eyes and the full red lips, all so familiar, but the shock of this chance meeting took his breath.  Abby, sensing his feeling of awkwardness, stepped toward him and gave him a warm embrace.

“You’re as handsome as ever.”  She kissed his cheek.  “So good to see you Juddie.  I knew you’d moved back, but I just haven’t had a good opportunity to drive out to the store.”

Judson struggled with the mangle of emotions.  He kissed her on the cheek, which brought a smile and then a laugh.

“I’m sorry, Abby,” said Judson.

“For what, Juddie?”  She again laughed that infectious laugh that brought a flood of memories.  “It is a little awkward, isn’t it?  I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“No, no,” said Judson.  “I just feel foolish, like a high school kid trying to say the right thing to the prettiest girl in school.”

Judd relaxed.  “And you’re just as beautiful as you were then.  You haven’t changed at all.”

“Thanks. That is sweet, but you never were a good liar.”

“No, really, I meant it, Abby.”

“Then, thank you.  Do you have time for a cup of coffee?”

“Uh, yeah, of course.”

Judson followed her to the coffee shop, and found himself admiring her slender figure as she led the way.  He was surprised, and embarrassed at his initial reaction to seeing her.  He could not believe that she was still so beautiful.

After they had gotten their mugs filled, they sat at the table in the corner.  For a while, they looked at each other and smiled.

“Been a long time, Juddie.”

Judson smiled.  “You can call me Judd.  I left Juddie behind when I moved to Chicago.”

Abby laughed.  “Sorry…Judd.”

“So how have you been? And how is your family?”

“Oh, they’re fine.  Dad still likes to fish the river.  Remember when you used to go with him in the spring?”

“Of course I do.  He always caught more fish, which meant I had to do most of the cleaning.”

Judd and Abby spent the next few minutes asking general questions, both avoiding anything that might sound too personal.  Finally, Judd took the lead.

“I heard you married.”

Abby grew suddenly quiet, the smile diminishing slightly, her eyes suddenly staring straight ahead into the distance.

“Yes, Judd.  I married a wonderful man.  A loving husband, a great father.”

“That’s great.  You deserved someone like that.”

“Actually,” Abby paused.  “ I lost him eleven years ago.  He was killed in an automobile accident.”

Judson closed his eyes.  “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s OK.  I can deal with it now.  It was hard at first, and if not for Shannon, I’m not sure I could have survived, or would have wanted to.”

“Shannon?”

Her eyes returned to his, and her smile returned to her face.  “Yes, Shannon, my beautiful daughter.  You’ll have to meet her.  She is so wonderful.  She’s the light of my life.”

“That’s wonderful.  I’d love to meet her.”

The two chatted for over an hour until a clerk interrupted Abby to take a phone call.  Judson told her to go ahead, assuring her that he had to leave.

“Call me sometime, Judd.”

“I’ll do that.   I don’t mean to be forward, but if you aren’t seeing someone, could I take you to dinner sometime?”

“I’d like that.  I really would.”

Judson practically danced across the parking lot, feeling giddy and foolish.  What was wrong with him?  Was he naïve enough to think that the feelings were still there after all these years?  Judd, keep your heart intact, old boy.  

What he didn’t see was Abby looking out the window, smiling as she watched him make his way to his vehicle.

Judson waited as long as possible to call her.  Finally, 18 hours after their chance meeting, he called her again at the bookstore, after kicking himself for failing to ask for her home number, and made the dinner date.  Abby had work commitments for the coming week, but the week after would be fine.

“I’ll call again to confirm it, Abby.”

“Call anytime, Judd.  Let me give you my home number.”

Stepping back into the present, Judd tried to focus on the work at hand.  He did have a business to run.  And if he didn’t relax, the anxiety and lack of sleep would take its toll.  Still, his mind was filled with pleasant thoughts of the lovely Abby.  He heard tires squeal and looked up to see Libby drive into the parking lot.  He expected as much.  Even though Judd found her to be extremely tempting, he also knew he had a business to run and a reputation to consider.  He instinctively made his way to the back of the store, near the warehouse door.  She spotted him and made her way back.

“Let’s go into the back room, Judd!”  Her mischievous eyes twinkled.

 “No, Libby.  That would be a bad idea.  And, now that we’re on the subject, our meetings and conversation here at the store are going to have to be on the up and up if you know what I mean.”




Reunion



I'm about to knock the door, but you must have seen me arrive and the door opens before I have a chance, you pull me in and roughly push me against the now closed door. Our tongues explore each other's mouths, your hands seem to touch every part of me already, the urgency in our movements and the desperate animal-like noises rising in our throats are the evidence that it has been far, far too long, how can it be possible to miss one person so much? I want to devour you, I have to get my fix, I don't know how long it will be before I see you, touch you, taste you, fuck you again and that knowledge tempers very slightly my joy at finally seeing you again after so long. We haven't spoken a word, but we've said more in the unspoken language only we understand, than we could ever have communicated in words. You're not one for talking about things, but the way you touch me, taste me, press yourself to me lets me know that you missed me too and that is enough. Words are cheap anyway...

I turn you round so now you are leaning against the door and I have the added elevation of the first step, I tear my mouth away from you and kiss and bite my way down your neck, tugging your earlobe and down your smooth, bare chest, my hands working at the fastening of your jeans. You know what's coming now, you remember the message you sent me saying I wouldn't get up the stairs until you had come in my mouth, your body relaxes, surrendering to my touch, knowing that you are going to get exactly what you asked for or demanded, instructed as you would have me believe! My warm mouth has reached your belly, it's flat, smooth - I love the feel of it, there is nothing about your body that I don't love. By now I'm sitting on the first step, what little clothes you had on, lie in a heap on the floor, my legs are either side of one of yours and I slip my hand between your legs and gently caress your balls, you have this huge hard on, you feel my breath warm against you as I tease you, and you want it badly, have to feel my mouth on you. You know what I'm waiting for and so you bury both your hands in my long hair and bring my face to your cock, I take you into my mouth, one hand massaging the shaft of your cock the other still playing with your balls. I play with your cock, running my tongue all around the head, grazing lightly with my teeth and then taking you deeper, sucking gently at first, then harder, you know I'm savouring the taste of you, as I suck you I rub my pussy against your leg, you feel me wet and wanting, always wanting you....Feeling my arousal, the sensation of my mouth on you, the wanting of not having had me for so long all start to take their toll and you feel your climax building, I feel the slight tightening in your balls and I know you're going to come and I'm ready, wanting to swallow everything you have to give me. You reach that one moment when you're not totally in control, when you can't help but make those noises that betray your pleasure and the possibility that somewhere inside you there is still an element of vulnerability. Your hot come shoots straight down my throat as your grip on my hair tightens. I lick you clean as you lean against the door recovering from your orgasm. Your hands still in my hair, pull me up so you can kiss me and hold me close while you get your breath back. Pressed against your spent body I realise that we still haven't even spoken.

Without a word you take my hand and lead me up the stairs, where I know you will surely return the favour and of course you do....Standing in the centre of the room, you undress me slowly, taking time over each part of my body, moving around me so you can kiss and bite my neck and shoulders, tease my nipples with your mouth, run your tongue over my stomach, my back, my bum. Your hands run up and down my legs, you're teasing me and I want to beg you to touch my honeypot, but I don't, don't know if those should be the first words spoken between us, as nothing has yet been said and it somehow gives the moment a sensual fragility that I don't want to break, I know that we will shatter it together when we finally fuck with the urgency and desperation of lovers who spend more time apart than together. You are now kneeling in front of me and I know you will finally taste me, grabbing my wrists you bring me to my knees as well, as you kiss me you gently push me to the floor, working your way down my body once again your tongue finally finds my clitoris and I gasp as my longing is finally going to be satisfied. As always, when you lick me it very quickly brings me to the edge, something in the way you do it, the firmness of your touch, the controlled movement of your tongue. You're sliding your finger in and out of my pot at the same time, then two fingers, now they're wet and slippery from my juices and you slide one right into my ass and start fingering my pussy with the fingers of your other hand. I can't hold back any longer and have to surrender to the climax that threatens to overcome me. You feel me squirming, my back arching, the pulsing, fluttering and contractions against your face and around your fingers leaving you in no doubt that you have brought me to a massive climax.

By now, you're rock hard again and you slide up my body to kiss me and as you do you enter me, making me gasp and moan with the pleasure of finally having you inside me again and it reminds me of the very first time we were together when you did exactly that. There on the floor we make love, any semblance of the silence shattered although still no word has passed between us. Our hips move together, matching each other's rhythm and you feel as though you might come again and so you pull out so you can make good the promise you made to me sometime ago and I know you're going to pound my ass...

I find myself bent over the armchair, legs spread, your fingers running up and down my wet slit as you cover my ass and your cock with my juices and ky... Your finger enters my ass and I tense in expectation of feeling your cock in my ass and I want you to fuck me hard like you said. I feel your cock now pushing into me, really slowly and gently, the initial pain as the head enters me and the smooth movement as you push your full length into me. The noise you make, is mirrored by me, the pleasure we are experiencing is exquisite. As you start to pound me harder, I reach under myself to massage my clit and finger my pot. Your hands are on my hips as you slide in and out of me and I know that watching what you're doing to me turns you on almost as much as doing it. I'm touching and rubbing myself in time with your thrusting and I feel as if I might explode or at very least pass out at the enormity of the orgasm that is about to overcome me. You pull me up by my hair and our bodies are pressed together as you reach in front of me to touch my clit and my breasts. I take hold of one of your hands and grasp it tightly as the rhythmic waves of my climax grip me and my ass clenches tightly around you, it's so hot and tight and you can't wait any longer either and you give into the urge to come, you thrust deep into me, grasping me tightly around my waist and I can feel your breath on my neck as you fill my ass with your come. Finally, we have both spoken, the word was yes as we came together. We lie on the floor, holding each other, you kiss the top of my head and I gently trail my finger across your chest, kissing it periodically. We feel satisfied, satiated, but now I'll have to go and I don't know when or if this will happen again and although I feel happy in this moment with you, there will always be that edge, not knowing, missing, waiting and wanting, but it's worth it for those rare times when can we do what we've just done...



Reunion



“Hey guys, I’m still too hyper to sit and talk, think I’d like to take a walk and see if I can’t work off some of this nervous energy. Anyone feel like going for a walk with me?”

Of course the question was directed toward Dave, my husband of four years and my intention was that he and I go for a walk on the beach before retiring for the night. Dave and I have been friends, well lovers actually, since we were in college. 

Not surprisingly, Dave looked up, appeared to give my question some thought and said, “No Hon, I don’t believe I feel much like walking on the beach tonight. I’m beat and think I’ll go to bed in a bit.” Had he said anything different, the shock would more than likely have floored me. Dave isn’t much of a night owl these days and, come ten or ten thirty, it would take something special to divert him away from bed. Generally, I’m ready then also and once in bed, we manage to find things to do that tend to make me very happy. Dave too I guess. At least I have heard no complaints. Well, we do that all of two or three times a week anyhow! One week was a bit of a marathon and we did it every single night but no older than either of is, that’s a bit much! Although, come to think of it, I do wish he didn’t work so damn hard and get so tired. I could do every night if only he could!

I dread the day ever coming when it will be more fun to remember doing it than to enjoy the actual activity of taking my husbands big cock into one of the three holes I’m more than happy to have him fill. Which is not to say that stuffing one or another of those places is all there is ‘cause I can always create a welcoming void with my hand, hands or tits. Gals, ever create a fuck hole using only your feet? Whatever, would that he could still get it up long enough to poke more than one of them even if it only happens once or two times a week!  

I looked over toward Jenny and Bill with raised eyebrows and received pretty much the same excuse from them as I did from Dave although Bill didn’t seem quite as firm in his conviction that it was time to call it a day. Whatever, he did say, “Naw Jules, I think I better stay here and see to it that Dave and Jen behave themselves.”

A joking response or was his response an inkling to something deeper? If they were having problems, Jenny certainly had said nothing. At that, back when we were all in college together, the four of us had had some really terrific times doing stuff that involved a hell of a lot of cross flirting, me with Bill and Dave with Jenny. At that, our fun had been limited to an occasional naughty touch or grope that succeeded in making for rather interesting sex when once we were alone with our respective spouses. I could still remember the feel of Bill’s dick the few times I had gotten loose enough to brush against his trousers to see if he was really was hard as I suspected. He had been, each time I checked to see.

Jenny, too, had on more than one occasion, felt free to grasp Dave through his slacks. Of course, the guys had taken our gropes as license to feel us up as well. I recall wondering on a few occasions that if we only had a little more wine, would I have actually got daring enough to let Bill put his hands under my clothing and let him touch my tits or pussy? More importantly, would he have had guts enough to do it. Right there so Jenny and Dave could see us behaving that way. Perhaps. Jenny told me on more than one occasion, she wished all of us had the guts to get naked and have a really good time. Whatever, it never happened…at least with Bill and me it didn’t and I have no reason to believe that Dave and Jenny ever actually did anything either. It is strange though, since it seemed that Jenny and I were willing to, at least, consider swapping, the guys never did take advantage of what might just have been made available for their pleasure. Maybe they guessed and were afraid things would get out of hand and destroy our marriages if we ever did actually go beyond teasing.

After graduating and leaving college, our lives took different turns and although neither couple had been blessed with children, work assignments meant we had to be separated by six hundred miles. That meant that as relative newlyweds, the economics of getting together dictated our visits would be few and far between.

This past Christmas both Dave and Bill received bonuses that, with no other pressing obligations, we decided should go toward a sort of a reunion at a seaside resort. It took a while with each of the four of us looking, to find a resort that wasn’t so popular we couldn’t afford it, but that was close enough to drive to and, at the same time be located where the weather would be suitable for some serious sun bathing. Since nothing serious had ever taken place while there were many opportunities, it never even occurred to me that a vacation housing arrangement such as we were considering would be anything more than a convenient and affordable way to get together and reminisce. 

Actually as I grew a bit older, I was beginning to feel less inhibited, perhaps more than a little an exhibitionist. I mentioned how I was beginning to loosen up a bit in a letter to Jenny and was pleased to learn upon receiving a reply that Jenny is beginning to enjoy the feeling that comes over her when men react to seeing a bit more of her body than is normally accepted as being in good taste. She threatened to kill me if I ever let on to Bill that she gets really wet when she leans forward so some strange guy can peek into her cleavage and know she has to be braless.

Fortunately, my ‘C’ cups are still firm enough that I can leave my bra off and know the bodice of my top, be it a dress, a blouse or a tee shirt is still as interesting to males as it ever was. So, armed with the knowledge that Jenny does it, I, on occasion go braless when I’m out and about. While I appreciate the attention I get when strange men ogle me, loosing enough buttons to permit someone to actually see I’m braless is never an easy thing to do. Whatever the bulges that appear in strange men’s trousers and their surreptitious attempts to rearrange themselves so they’ll be more comfortable is more than a turn on for me. Gets me quite wet, actually!

Anyhow, it was mid May before the four of us were able to get away for a week at the beach. The area we selected wasn’t all that popular but the weather at that time of year was nice enough and the area wasn’t crowded with hotels and motels so there were far fewer people. Most importantly, the price was right! That and there were some inexpensive but fairly nice restaurants close by.

Jenny and Bill arrived at the cabin before Dave and I but not by much. At least their luggage was still standing just inside the door when Dave and I arrived. The bedrooms seemed to be equally nice and the guys decided to flip a coin to see which couple would occupy which room. Once the choices were made, both Jenny and I got busy getting our things unpacked and the guys checked around and located the secluded spa. I think both noticed that unless an observer made an extraordinary effort, no one else could see the occupants, and realized that our privacy was pretty well assured. Neither bothered mentioning it when we all got together back inside though.

Jenny and I had taken the opportunity, while the guys were outside, to remove our bras. What I think is fascinating is that we did it while both of us were in the common living area of the house. Not that Jenny and I hadn’t seen each other naked while changing into swim suits while we were still in school, it was just that dressing or undressing had always been accomplished while we were somewhere the guys couldn’t see if they happened along. This time, I guess neither cared if the other’s husband did happen along and see our bare tits. Whatever, if allowing ourselves to be seen by the guys was an unconscious goal shared by each of us, nothing came of it. So, were we making ourselves look sexy for no other reason than to tease our husbands? Each other’s husband? Ourselves? What? I only know that consciously, I wanted to get rid of my bra and be more comfortable. I have no idea what was going through Jenny’s mind or why we chose to get comfortable while in the living room.

If either Dave or Bill noticed what we had done, neither let on by so much as a word or leering look and the four of us behaved as if it were perfectly normal for Jenny and me to go around with our tits half exposed. 

When Jenny and I realized we were not going to get a rise out of the men, we changed into some comfortable footwear and all of us went for a long walk on the beach and got caught up on four years worth of tidbits of news we hadn’t thought to write about. Jenny and I walked together and often held hands as we strolled along. The guys walked ahead of us and I have no idea what they were discussing. One thing though, they sure as hell didn’t hold hands!

Once back at the house, we took turns showering and dressed to go out for dinner. Naturally, since it was our first trip to the beach in years, we all selected seafood dinners. The guys each chose the Captain’s Platter and it occurred to me that even though they were still quite young men, much of that sort of thing and they would quickly lose their trim looks.

What with before dinner drinks, eating and then after dinner drinks, it was well past nine when we returned to the house and opened a bottle of wine. Now it was just after ten and all the others had declined to join me for a walk on the beach.

So, I went to Dave’s and my room and changed into shorts, a tee shirt and tennis shoes without socks. And that’s all. Why I decided to remove my panties, I have no idea. Perhaps the headiness of the dinner drinks and the wine combined with the sounds of waves and a secret desire to be free made me get as close to naked as I dared. Aside from the obvious braless look I had had since shortly after Dave and I arrived, none of the others, anyone else for that matter, could have possibly known just how close to being totally nude I was as I passed through on my way out to the beach. 

Back in the living room, I asked again if anyone wanted to go along with me and, again, no one seemed the least bit interested so I headed out on my own. Soon after hitting the beach, I found myself lost in the rhythmic sound of waves coming up onto the sand and walked along with my mind mostly in neutral. Oh I noticed others as they walked along but paid no real attention and just knew they were there. I have no idea when it dawned on me that I hadn’t seen anyone for a long time but shortly after making that discovery, I thought I could hear voices and looked to see where they might be coming from. Seeing nothing at first, I walked and looked further and realized the sounds really were not on the beach at all but were coming from the dunes just back from the beach.

Then, idle curiosity drew me to investigate to see who might be making the sounds or what the attraction was that drew the people into the dunes. It’s ridiculous I know, as, had I given it thought, I would have known exactly why anyone would choose to be out of sight. I knew absolutely no one who might have been on the beach with me and should have continued along on my way.

As it was, I climbed into the dunes area a very short few steps before locating the source of the voices. My head could have made no more than a small bump on the horizon when I discovered a couple, naked and doing what naked couples do in the dark in supposedly deserted romantic surroundings. They were having sex! And not normal missionary position screwing either, the woman was on her knees with her butt high and her head on an outstretched arm. The guy was doing her from behind and it took a few moments before I realized it was the woman tending her pussy. Which meant, of course, the guy was pounding his meat into her anus. I grinned when I finally figured out why they were in the doggie position. Trying to have sex with a sandy dick, pussy or anus would be no fun at all! 

Having determined that much, I knew I should have slipped away quietly and left them alone. Still though, I was fascinated as I had never actually seen anyone doing it anally. That and since I was about half horny anyway, the things that woman was saying as she urged the guy to greater and greater effort, were fascinating and there was no way I was going to give up the pleasure of seeing someone, anyone, having sex. Even perverted anal sex.

Then I realized the couple was not alone and that there had to be someone else around there somewhere. With that realization, I crouched down and moved to where I could see another couple. The guy was sitting in the sand and the woman was crouched on hands and knees in such a way that it was easy for her to kneel and take him into her mouth. And there I learned a valuable lesson, the woman was humming as she sucked and doing so was driving the guy frantic. Not so frantic I couldn’t make out what he was saying to encourage the woman to, “Keep it up Baby, I’m going to cum any moment now. God I wish Marilee would hum like you do when she blows me.”

I already knew Marilee was the woman taking it up the ass and, finally, I connected the dots and made sense of some things the other couple had been telling one another. I had been observing two couples all right. Only thing was, the four of them had switched partners for the moment and were having sex, doing things they wouldn’t normally do with their own spouse. Lover? Significant other? Whatever.

Not wishing to miss a bit of the action and afraid I would miss out on everything when they had their orgasms, I continued to watch the blow job until the guy stiffened and told the woman he was coming, something I’m sure she already knew.

I hurried back to the other couple in time to hear that guy tell the woman he was filling her ass with cum too. I almost laughed aloud when it occurred to me that she had to have known what was happening as cum began to seep from her anus and drip off onto the guy’s balls.

Then I got the hell away from there before anyone figured out that I had been spying on them.

A short way from the hot sexual action, I discovered a bit of driftwood I could sit on, loosened and drew my shorts down a bit and used my fingers to relieve some of the sexual tension that had been building for most of the day. Sitting hunched over as I was, I had no difficulty reaching beyond my pussy so I could finger my anus as well. With no lube to ease the way, I could only imagine how Dave’s cock would feel as I tried without much success to insert a finger so I could feel for myself what it would be like to be invaded back there. Oh I managed to penetrate myself ‘til I was in up to the first knuckle or so. Anything more to get past that point would have requires some sort of lubricant and I didn’t have any available.

Fortunately, I had sense enough to use my other hand when I gave up trying to penetrate my asshole and returned to my pussy. Afterward, satisfied, relaxed and fairly humming with good feelings, I walked to the water’s edge and rinsed my hands as best I could. After that I started back to the house only then, I had something to occupy my mind. 

Walking along, I tried to imagine what it would be like to have sex with Bill while Dave and Jenny did the same thing nearby, close enough that the four of us could hear everything being said. Having heard the squishy sound Dave’s cock makes when we fuck, especially whenever we have engaged in a hell of a lot of foreplay, I tried to imagine what it would be like to know the sounds were issuing from Jenny’s pussy rather than my own.

I grinned and nearly giggled when I tried to imagine the sounds coming from my own pussy as Bill fucked me and wondered if all that would turn each of us on equally. Would a fantastic orgasm be as great while being fucked by Bill as with Dave? Would Bill want to do me from behind and reach to fondle my breasts as I reached back and slipped a couple of fingers in alongside Bill’s cock in an effort to generate even more heat. Would Bill’s cum feel and taste as good as Dave’s? I had no idea but had worked myself into such a state that it would only have required nothing more than a casual touch by either my husband or our best friend to peel my clothes away and let whichever one had touched me take me to paradise. Or so I thought.

My erotic musings were interrupted when I arrived back at the house. Expecting to find everyone in bed and asleep, I was surprised to discover Bill still up and watching some show on television that should have been X rated if it wasn’t. Bill’s attention was riveted to the screen as he watched and listened to the obviously fake moans and groans. It would have been interesting, at least to me, to actually see the couple’s pubic areas so I could know how a woman could take a cock in her pussy while riding up and down as far forward on a guys abdomen as she was.

Bill nearly rose straight out of his chair when I giggled and asked, “That show any good at all?”

Looking back guiltily, he shrugged and said, “Not especially but it is sort of entertaining…in a filthy sort of way. Why, you interested in watching the rest of it with me?”

I declined his invitation and he grinned, “That’s the sort of reaction I get whenever I try to get Jenny to watch one of these things with me.”

“Hey Bill, it’s not that I have any particular aversion to watching people having sex…if it’s the real thing or is done realistically. Thing is, I just had an opportunity to see some people doing it for real and think a movie as fake as this one would be a terribly anti-climax. By the way, speaking of climaxes and stuff, you look as though you are about ready to have an ‘accident.’ Shouldn’t you go take care of that before you soil your shorts?” I giggled so Bill would be sure to know I was only teasing.

Bill sighed, looked down toward his groin and said, “I suppose it’ll be about all I’m going to get this night, me, Mary Palm and her five daughters. Now, what’s this shit about watching the real thing?” 

So I proceeded to relate everything I had witnessed. At the end of my revelation, I sighed and said, “Some folks seem to have all the luck. All the fun too.”

Bill chuckled, probably because he didn’t know what else to do and I giggled again, saying, “Oh come on Bill, lets take some wine and get into the spa. Maybe it’ll relax us enough we’ll be able to forget all this shit for a while.”

“Cool Julie only the thing of it is, I’m not sure where Jenny put my suit and don’t think I want to go looking for it and risk waking her. Maybe I better take a rain check.”

I looked at Bill speculatively for a moment, made up my mind and said, “Way I hear it Bill, most folks don’t wear suits when they use a spa anyhow. I guess if you can stand the sight of me with nothing on, I could look the other way until after the best part is under water. If you insist, I will even slouch down so you won’t have to look at my tits too. I suppose that if you are at all like Dave, seeing me, God, just about anyone, naked is all it takes to give you a hard-on. If being seen with your dick pointed at the stars bothers you, I don’t HAVE to look. I won’t promise not to dream about how nice it must be when hard though.”

“So, what’s so nice about a hard dick that isn’t going to do anything?”

“Well, they’re a lot nicer than ones that are soft and CAN”T do anything.”

We walked outside, I located a bench, sat and removed the few items of clothing I had on while Bill pretended to look somewhere else, although I’m pretty sure that afterward, there was little about my unclothed form he had not seen out of the corner of his eyes. Naked, I stood, took a step toward the tub and said, “Shit, we forgot the towels. You go ahead and get into the tub and I’ll be right back.”




Reunion



Back again with a couple of towels, I dropped them on the bench and joined Bill in the tub after taking a moment to try and figure a way to get into the thing without having to spread wide enough to drive a truck right on in. I looked furtively toward Bill and was pleased to note his attention appeared to be focused somewhere else entirely and climbed on in being sure to take a seat well away from Jenny’s husband. Well, he’s Dave’s friend as well.

Not wishing to have the tub pumps and bubbler wake the others, we left them off so that once the water calmed, Bill and I were left looking directly at one another. I was right, being seated in a hot tub while naked with an equally, well, perhaps not totally equally, naked woman had given Bill a hard-on. Perhaps I had nothing to do with it, maybe it was the movie he had been watching…but I don’t really believe that. Whatever, since I was pretty sure that Bill had peeked while I was undressing, I didn’t bother trying to duck my breasts under water and out of sight

It’s a good thing women don’t have cocks to get hard and give them away cause, had I had one, it sure would have been good and hard and if I did have one and if it were long enough, it would have stood straight up out of the water. Bill’s cock isn’t that long but it did rise high enough there was absolutely no doubt what that pink thing I could see was.

Both Bill and I tried to ignore that the other was naked and that we were both turned on and tried to find something to talk about that didn’t involve sex. I gave up trying altogether when Bill said, “So tell me again Julie, what is it that convinces you those people having sex out there were not supposed to be with the ones they were screwing?”

I explained my feelings again and Bill surprised me by saying, “Well I suppose that’s so, but think of this, perhaps they really are awfully good friends and have open marriages so no one feels threatened. Perhaps sex with friends is just a fun thing to do, much like having a meal together. Wouldn’t you agree it is possible to fuck someone and feel no more emotion than, perhaps a game of cards? You know, something that’s fun to do but different than what you, for instance, feel for Dave when you two do it? By the way, did you see or hear anything to indicate that any of the four was embarrassed or felt guilty about what they were doing? Is it possible they are so used to sharing sexual favors that it never occurs to them that what they do may not be a perfectly normal thing to do?”

I had to admit that but for the simple fact they seemed to have been commenting that their current partner did things differently, no one did anything more than take delight in what they were doing or whom they were doing it with. “So what are you getting at Bill, do you feel that the four of us might get involved in something like what those people were doing?”

“I don’t know Julie, perhaps I am. Then again, maybe all I’m saying is that it’s fun to think back to when we were still in college, you must know that some of the ‘accidental’ contacts we had were not accidents at all. What we did was risqué and fun and was mostly teasing. At that, if I had had the guts and wasn’t afraid Jenny would kill me for doing it, I certainly would have enjoyed taking our fun to another level.” He paused, thought for a moment, and added, “Naturally, I’m not suggesting that sexual fun and games could happen between you and me if our spouses were not in full agreement, perhaps even participating.”

“Well Bill, I imagine your dick feels a lot better in the flesh than it does through your trousers too. And like you, I wonder if it’s possible to be like those other people and still love our spouses the way we do. I guess people do manage to enjoy having sex with someone other than their spouse and yet to continue loving their own spouse. Those folks tonight, well it certainly seemed as though they were just having sex because doing it is fun. I didn’t stick around long enough to see what happened when they got back together with their own spouses, but it seems to me it couldn’t have been much fun if they knew that right after the fun ended they would have to have a hell of a fight with their own spouse.” I paused to think and said, “Oh the hell with it Bill, would you really like to move over here with me so we can see if either of us really wants to do something other than talk?”

Bill didn’t even hesitate and said, “In a New York minute I would, but Julie, I don’t want us to do something without Dave and Jenny being right here and in on it. I don’t think that would be right and I don’t want to do it that way. I don’t want to hurt you or make you feel bad but I think that’s the way it has to be.” 

Had not the back door to the house opened just then, I’m not sure just how I would have reacted. As horny as I was by then, had Bill stood until his erect dick was in plain view and moved to sit beside me, I probably would have reached to see if his hard dick felt anywhere close to as nice as Dave’s. I wasn’t put to the test as I watched Dave and Jenny make their way toward us. Apparently neither was very upset at discovering Bill and me naked in the tub. Both were naked too and Dave was sporting about as great a hard-on as I had ever seen on him. Probably as big and hard as I guessed Bill to be.

I guess Bill and I were too shocked at having been discovered to speak up but it didn’t matter. Seeing our shocked expressions, Jenny giggled and said, “What’s the matter, never been caught playing naked with someone other’s spouse? Hey Bill, I heard your noble speech about remaining true and all that shit and think it’s great. Now, why don’t you get up and sit next to Julie so Dave and I can have room to sit where you are now,” 

Had I not known Dave was my husband and Jenny, Bill’s wife, I might have thought them to be a terribly attractive couple who appeared to be very much in love with one another. I knew differently however and had a hard time imagining how, given the length of time Bill and I had taken to get where we were, how they managed to be as close as they seemed to be. Naked and making no effort to be modest as they approached.

I didn’t have to wonder for long as seeing Bill’s and my looks of surprise, Jenny giggled and admitted she had been awake almost from the moment Bill and I had gone out to the tub. Dave chuckled and said, “Me too. Oh I tried to get back to sleep but your tale of your adventures on the beach was fascinating and I had to listen and see how it all played out.” He looked at me, grinned and added, “Too bad you didn’t stick around to see what happened next.”

I made a moue and said, “And what do you suppose would have happened when that guy that had his dick up that woman’s ass finished and went to clean up so he could fuck some more. You think he wouldn’t have seen me spying on them and raised hell?”

Dave grinned and said, “Shit, I’ll bet he would have been happy to invite you to join the group.”

“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on,” I laughed, “I’m nowhere even close to being ready for that sort of shit. I think that if we are going to get into kinky, it better be just the four of us. At least for now anyhow.”

Grinning widely, Jenny said, “You mean you might be interested at some future date?”

“Oh hush, ‘til now, I’ve only been with Dave. Well, since we started going together anyhow.”

Bill chuckled and asked, “And before that? You going to reveal all the sordid details of your previous sex life?”

I giggled and, lying, said, “Before that I was in high school and I’m here to tell you, there weren’t many I didn’t sample to see if he might be the one for me.”

Jenny smiled and asked, “So just how many exactly?”

I laughed and admitted, “Two and both of them turned out to be real jerks. You know, wham bam, thank you mam, see ya next Saturday?”

His voice reflecting incredulity, Bill asked, “You mean you only fucked two guys before Dave?”

“No silly, I mean I only had sex two times and with two different jerks.”

Somehow, as we talked, Bill had managed to slip his arm up around my back, something I was aware of and wasn’t about to try to stop. What I did, was to turn slightly toward him so that my breast was pressed into his side and lift my other arm so that, if he chose, he could reach around and fondle my breast. Well, I also wanted to be in position so that my groin would be close enough to touch if he so chose. Of course seeing Jenny and Dave similarly positioned had a lot to do with my decision to make it easier for Bill to get something going with me.

It was strange, being able to sit and watch my best friend and my husband become more and more intimate while, at the same time, make it easy for her husband to feel me up. Whatever, I do believe it was I who spread her thighs wide first though. Bill already had a hand on my pussy and I was pressing the back of his hand in an effort to encourage him to slip a finger into me several moments before I could tell by the expressions on their faces that my husband had inserted at least, one, maybe more, fingers up into Jenny’s pussy. I wouldn’t give Bill the satisfaction of grasping his cock until he did begin to finger me though.

Then, in an effort to keep things on the up and up, I decided it was time to describe exactly what I was doing to Bill and how I enjoyed the things he was doing to my breasts and pussy. I didn’t want there to be any doubt but that it was just sex and nothing more. Jenny picked up on what I was up to almost instantly and began relating exactly what she was doing to Dave and how much she enjoyed what he was doing with her.

After a short time fondling one another, I knew I had to have more than Bill’s finger in me and swung around until I could sit on Bill’s legs facing him. Which, naturally, left his cock sandwiched between us but, by rising onto my knees and reaching, I was able to grasp Bill’s dick and guide him to my vagina. And there, things kind of came to a halt. The hot water had rinsed away whatever lubricants we were able to produce and I was as dry as a bone. So was Bill and any penetration at all was close to impossible, especially if it were to be painless. Sex is supposed to be fun and painless, isn’t it? 

As it turned out, our spa was the type that has a narrow deck surrounding the top lip so that, if one wished, it was possible to raise up out of the water and have a place to sit. For us, that deck, if we were careful, was big enough for Jenny and I to get on our backs so we could be mounted missionary style. I’m sure one or both of the beds would have been far more comfortable and a hell of a lot easier on our backsides but not nearly as…sexy or as much fun.

Once out of the water and looking up into Bill’s grinning face, it took but a few moments to get me wet and ready. I guess for Jenny too as, almost as if choreographed Bill penetrated me at the exact moment my husband slid into my best friend. I know because I watched them and Jenny and I winked the moment our husbands were in as far as they could get. I recall wondering as Bill slammed his cock into my dripping pussy and as I watched Dave fuck Jenny, if many women ever have the pleasure of watching their husband fuck another woman while her husband fucks her friend. Probably not! I still wonder about that but not so much that I would have it any other way, at least not for Bill, Jenny, Dave and me. I loved watching my husband fuck my best friend and she says the highlight of our vacation was watching Bill fuck me that first time.

In keeping with our decision to keep everyone informed of what we were feeling or had felt, every time we finished having sex, we took several minutes to describe exactly what our feelings were. What we did may seem a bit foolish to some, but, to our minds, it helped keep things in perspective so that, no matter how good it was with the other’s spouse, it was always different and better once we were able to make love with our own spouse. That and the fact we are only able to get together like that once a year keeps us honest, I guess.



Reunion



I hear a knock on the door. "Coming!" I call, and as I open it, Stephanie is standing there, beautiful as usual in a tight, black long-sleeve shirt with seamless yoga pants that stick to her sleek body like a second skin.

"Hi," she says, looking at me with smiling brown eyes. I don't let her get any further before I grab her in my arms, holding her tight against me like I hadn't seen her in years. I can feel her lithe body against mine, and my hands are already exploring the contours of her back and waist. "Miss me?" she grins, returning the hug. As her beautiful face comes near mine, I close my eyes and press my lips against hers. God, she feels so soft and warm, I feel like I could lose myself in the kiss.

We stay there a few seconds, lips locked against each other, neither of us moving except to exert more pressure in the wonderful greeting that I've missed for so long. We let up for a second, a smack issuing from our mouths as we slightly disengage, then go right back. My tongue snakes slowly out of my mouth, touching against her upper lip which opens, allowing my access to her waiting tongue. Our tongues dance like serpents, hers swirling in circles around mine while I taste the light and heady flavor of her mouth, rendering me light-headed as I feel around the underside of her tongue with mine.

I slip my right hand up her back to the back of her head, pressing her lips into me, as if I could actually make her a part of me if we got close enough. My left slides completely around her thin waist, her belly against mine. I know she can feel my hard-on against the front of her body as we grind our hips into each other. It feels as if every inch of her is touching every inch of me, and I feel her pulling me into her with her arms.

We let go for a minute, letting the wonderful sensations course through our veins and our heads. I can feel my blood rushing and my heart beating wildly as she tells me, "I've missed you so much... You don't know how lonely I've been. It feels like it's been forever since the last time I've been able to touch you. All I've wanted is to hold you again."

"I've missed you too...," I say. "I thought you'd never come back to me. I love you so much," maybe never meaning what I've said as much as I did right then.

"I love you too. Come here," Stephanie says as she sits down on my bed and brings me to her by my hand. I sit down next to her, feeling the electricity in my nerves as the side of my leg touches hers. She looks into my eyes, into my mind, into my soul, and puts her hand on my cheek, stroking it lightly. I feel transported to another world as I look at her face, my gaze shifting from her eyes to the soft curves of her nose, her perfect lips, her cheeks, and the delicate lines of her collarbones, peeking out from the neck of her shirt.

I pull her back towards me as we kiss again, more forcefully this time. Her tongue pushes into my mouth, seeking out my own and licking it like there was a tootsie-roll in the middle. My hand goes from her thigh to around her chest to her shoulder and my other hand reaches across her back to her ribs as she wraps her arms around me. I move my hand up and down her back, feeling each disk of her spine with my fingers. I feel along her lower back, down to the sides of her hips, and closing on her firm ass cheek as we fall backwards on the bed in each other's arms.

Our tongues are battling as I put both my hands on her ass and squeeze tightly. I feel her exhale slightly into my mouth as I do, letting me know she wants me to keep caressing her. In response, her hands flow down my body and to my own ass, grabbing me and pulling my groin into hers. My cock grinds almost painfully into her crotch, which feels warm and pulses jolts of pleasure through my body. I find my way under the back of her shirt and place both of my hands on her back, trying to feel as much of her skin as possible.

She lifts her hands up and pushes her fingers under the waistband of my pants and boxer shorts onto my bare ass. I feel her squeezing, then raking her fingernails along my skin in a delicious, teasing sort of pleasure, making me moan softly between her lips. My hands reach all the way up to the back of her neck, sliding back down with my own, short nails along the length of her back. This time, they go under the band of her panties and push against her lovely butt. My fingers feel along the crease where her ass meets her legs, meeting between her thighs and slowly crawling up along the crack of her ass until they get to her tailbone, and then I cup her full cheeks.

Stephanie pulls her hands out of my pants long enough to grab hold of the sides of my shirt, pulling it upward to signal to me that she wants it off, now. I smile as I look into her eyes, pulling my shirt over my head to reveal my body to her gaze. Slightly self-conscious, I'm glad I'm so into sports so she can see my muscular chest and shoulders. She's lying on her back while I'm on my knees looking over her, passing from her flushed lips to the inviting swell of her breasts in her shirt, down to her slightly protruding hip bones to the length of the smoothest, softest, warmest pair of legs I have ever had the pleasure of viewing in my life.

She can see my hunger poking almost painfully against the zipper of my pants as she pulls off her shirt and pulls me against her. Again we kiss, and I feel my nipples scratching slightly against her cotton, flowered bra and the warmth of her stomach and shoulders against my own. My hands squeeze the sides of her breasts, soft yet firm, and I massage her chest with the flats of my palms, delighting in feeling her softness against my hands. I pull back the left cup of her bra, exposing her nipple to my sight as I bend down to suckle her.

I run my tongue along the side of her breast, circling around when I get to the top. My tongue trails to her nipple, where I flick it across the bud a couple times before I push my whole mouth against her breast. I suck slightly, still running my tongue over her hardened nipple. Her breathing has become deeper and heavier, and one of her hands is tangled in the hair on the back of my head while the other is dragging along the back of my shoulders. I feel a slight pain as her nails touch my skin, slowly but forcefully pulling across my back. Encouraged, I switch to her other breast, running a trail with my tongue across her chest. I can tell she loves being adored, but she has other plans in mind.

She pushes me up by my shoulders and puts me on my back on the mattress. Looking into my eyes, she grasps the front of my pants, undoes the button, and pulls down the zipper. She runs her palm along the length of my hard cock through my boxers before pulling down both my pants and my underwear at the same time. I'm so hard for her; my cock springs loose towards my stomach as it's released from its confines.

She takes my pants and socks completely off, and puts her hands on my ankles, slowly moving upwards, past my inner thighs, up to my groin but not touching my aching penis. She drags her nails lightly down the tops of my thighs and back up the sides, closing in on my lower stomach. She smiles and looks down at my cock as she touches her tongue to the head. Wow..., words don't begin to express the sensations going through my head. My stomach freezes as she closes her mouth over the head of my cock and slowly slides down my shaft. Her tongue wiggles against the sensitive underside of my cock as more and more of it disappears into her beautiful mouth. When she's gone as far down as she can, she begins her slow ascent on my cock, driving me crazy with suspense and pure pleasure.

Her lips slide off the top of my cock, shining and glistening with her saliva, and she wraps her hand around the head as she moves to lick the underside of my cock. Her tongue moves along the bottom of my cock, down to my balls in an agonizingly sweet motion. She cups my sack with her free hand, drawing one testicle into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. She then takes the other one in, giving it the same treatment as her fingers stroke the line of skin between my ass and my nutsack.

Stephanie drags her tongue back up my cock, engulfing the head back in her warm, wet mouth. Stroking the bottom of my hard dick with one hand and sucking and tonguing my cock with her mouth, she soon works me up into a frenzy. I can feel all my muscles stiffening for the impending orgasm, relaxing, then restiffening again in infinite pleasure.

"Ohhh, Stephanie, I want to feel your finger in my ass," I manage to moan, almost in a whisper. She grabs a small bottle of lube from my nightstand, squeezes out a bit onto her finger which she rubs on the outside of my asshole, dipping the tip of her finger inside slightly as I clench a little. Coating her finger, she slowly works the tip of it into my ass, stopping at the first knuckle as she continues to suck my cock. I reach down and pull my ass cheeks apart for her as she pushes her finger in further, all the way in to the last knuckle.

She curls and uncurls her finger slightly, pushing right against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure straight to my head. Her mouth continues to work its magic on my dick, and I feel the beginnings of the final tightening deep inside my groin. I can feel the semen welling up inside as she fingers my ass and sucks my cock, and I quickly tell her, "Ohh, damn, Stephanie, you're going to make me come soon. I'm going to come so hard in your mouth, oh, keep going, keep going."

Her ministrations on my cock speed up and I can't take it anymore as I feel explosions in my head. I clench my ass on her invading digit as I feel my cum rising through my cock. "OHH, STEPHANIE, GOD I'm CUMMINGG....," escapes from my breathless mouth as my hips push upwards and all the muscles at the base of my cock contract, sending spurt after spurt of cum directly into her mouth as she looks into my eyes. As my contractions slowly subside, she smiles at me, swallowing my load and wraps her arms around my back, kissing me. I can slightly taste the semen in her mouth as her tongue comes out and touches mine, but I'm past caring. I just want to feel her body pressed against mine.

"My turn," I grin, grabbing her pants by the waist and pulling them off her hips. She lifts her hips and pushes them down to help me as I take them the rest of the way off her body. She unsnaps her bra for me, letting it fall off, forgotten to the floor. Now she's completely naked before me, the most amazing sight I will ever see in my life. The creamy whiteness of her skin, looking as if it could be delicate glass if it weren't for the muscular outlines in her stomach and legs.

I see her brown nipples pointing up at me from her round, supple breasts, and I stare at her, down past her belly button, past her thatch of brown pubic hair, and along her sleek legs. I kiss her softly, and she arches her back as I lick along the lines under her neck, tasting the sweetness of her skin. Her chest flushes while my tongue continues its journey, stopping to swirl around her breasts, down to her stomach and into her bellybutton. My hands cup the sides of her waist, feeling how warm she is, and I lick further down, stopping at the top of her pubic hair.

I slowly lick alongside first her right, then her lift inner thigh, coming up to the lips of her pussy. I can smell her wetness, the pheromones wafting into my nose, making my cock already hard again. Her hand on the back of my head pulls my head towards her sex, wanting my tongue. Saliva welling in my mouth, I place the edge of my tongue at the bottom of her vagina, licking upwards over her outer lips, up to her clit. My left hand reaches to grab hers while I spread her pussy lips with my right. I can see her clit standing out from the top of her pussy, just waiting for me. My tongue touches the top of it, eliciting a moan from my prone Stephanie. I flick it upwards lightly, feeling her flex her legs as I do.

My tongue is outside my mouth, and I start regularly running the tip of it across her clit, back and forth, listening to her breathe as I do. Her hand leaves my head and goes to my back. While I'm eating her pussy with gusto, waiting for the next moan of pleasure to issue from her lips, her nails scratch painfully on my back. I press my face harder into her crotch, my tongue going in figure eights around her engorged clit. She moans louder and I feel her hand pull upwards towards my neck, leaving lines that are probably bleeding, but I love to feel her in such pleasure. The pain pushes me on as I suck lightly and resume flicking my tongue.

I keep licking her, changing my rhythm and placement as my tongue gets tired. She starts to stiffen, and I quicken my motions on her clit. "Oh, Adam, don't stop, don't stop. You're going to make me come," she moans, softly. I feel her hand clench on my back and she squeezes my other hand hard. Faster and faster I lick, trying to keep my tongue moving as she breathes faster and faster. "Oh, oh, Adam, Adam, I'm going to come, I'm going to come, I'm cummming!!" she cries, pushing her hips up into my face and clenching every muscle in her body at once. I feel the muscles under my mouth contract as she feels her orgasm rip through her body. Keeping my tongue pressed against her pussy, she slowly begins to relax against the bed, pulling me up to her to kiss me.

My hardness is pressed between our bodies as her tongue and my tongue entangle. I look at her with hunger burning in my eyes. "I want you so bad," I breathe. "I want you, too. Put it in me, I want to feel your cock inside of me," she tells me, out of breath. I lift my hips so I feel the head of my penis at her entrance, and, guiding it with my hand, I slowly push it into her. Her eyes roll back into her head as her incredible warmth and wetness envelope me, my whole being wrapped up with hers in this one moment as the two of us combine.

I slide all the way in, my hips touching hers, and I lean forward and kiss her, letting her know how much I love her and what this means to me. She returns the kiss, light at first, but slowly more forceful as I begin to stroke my cock in and out of her body. She places her hands on both of my ass cheeks, urging me on as I hold myself up by my hands and thrust into her. The ring of her pussy squeezes against my dick, and I feel all the veins in my shaft sliding alongside the textured coating of the inside of her vagina.

I look down to see my cock come almost all the way out, the bottom of the head visible between her lips, and I push all the way back in, my pubic hair meshing with hers at the end of my stroke. The sweat begins to pool on my brow and drip onto her chest and neck as I fuck my cock deep inside of her. She laughs as a drop lands on her cheek, and I grin, unable to command much more of my face with all the warm pleasure flowing through me.

"Your pussy feels so hot on my cock, Stephanie. God, it feels so good," I moan.

"Yes, Adam, I love your cock so hard inside of me. I love fucking you, I wish you would never stop," she responds between breaths.

"Yes, yes, I want to fuck you forever."

I feel the same pressure building up inside my balls, my cock feeling like a white-hot heat was burning inside it, waiting for release. "Oh, god, Stephanie, you're going to make me come. Ohhh, do you want me to come? Do you want me to come inside your pussy?"

"Ohh, yes," she nods, breathing hard. "Do it, I want to feel it in me. I want you to come inside of me."

I'm raised up on my toes and the knuckles of my palm as I piston my cock deep inside her pussy. The pressure builds and builds as we fuck, and I can feel my climax coming over my entire body like an inexorable tidal wave. "Oh god, oh god, here it comes! Ohh, Stephanie, I'm cummming in your pussy! I'm cummmminngg!!!!" I scream in a suppressed shout since my chest muscles are so stiff and clenched as my cock explodes inside her body, and I feel jet after jet of semen hit the inside walls of her pussy, my cock buried completely inside her, her hands pulling me by my ass tight against her.

Sweat pouring off me, I collapse on top of her as the last dregs of my orgasm leave my cock and combine with her juices. Covering her with my own sweat, we kiss, my cock still inside her as it slowly grows limp, my mind reeling, just reveling in being able to have her in my arms as a feeling of warmth and happiness spreads over me for what seems like an eternity.

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The next thing I know, I open my eyes to see Stephanie's closed eyes facing mine. I must have fallen asleep, and she must have put me in a better position and fallen asleep, too. I smile, knowing the most beautiful woman alive is right here, sleeping next to me. She has a faint smile on her lips, her head resting on her hands, resting on her pillow. I place my hand on her waist, wanting to touch her, to feel if she's really there, like I can't believe an angel like this would be here on earth with someone like me. I almost don't believe she's real, even after feeling the softness of her skin under my hand.

Her eyes open slowly, and she looks at me, the smile widening on her elfin features. I lean forward to kiss her, and she turns her head to meet my lips. I fall back down to my side, draping my hand over her body and pulling her closer to me, and, ever so slowly, I fall back asleep, thinking I'm already dreaming. 



Reunion



An unexpected business trip brought me back to the area where I grew up, the Philadelphia Main Line.  I called a couple friends but none were around and so I thought it might be fun to visit one of the nicer haunts where my friends and I used to drink when home from college.  It had been 20 years since we were trying to score in this place and except for a name change; it was pretty much the same.  As a happily married father of three, I was no longer in the game but after looking at some of the gorgeous women, I figured I better not have more than a few drinks or I might try to make up for lost time.  

I was nursing the second drink when a tap on the shoulder brought my attention to an old high school classmate – Steve Wilson.  Although we were not good friends back then, we had a number of friends in common and it was great to see a familiar face.  We spent a fair bit of time catching each other up on who was doing what and where from our old class.  He spent the last 10 years building a company and seemed to have done fairly well.  He married only this year and just built a new house down the road.  He invited me down for a nightcap and since he was obviously proud of this place and wanted me to see it, I happily accepted and followed him home in my rental car.  

The house was quite spectacular and he insisted on giving me a tour.  Just after the family room (with a full sized pool table) was an indoor whirlpool complete with an entertainment center at one end.  On the adjacent wall was a portrait of his wife – one of those glamour shots.  Although he just turned 40, she looked at least 10 years younger and incredibly hot.  I was just about to make a comment about his wife when he threw me a pair of swimming trunks and told me to jump in while he got a couple drinks.  I changed and slipped into the pool just as he arrived back with the drinks.  I asked about his wife and he mentioned that she was out for the next couple hours at an evening class but he hoped I would stay long enough to meet her.  We talked some more about old times and the topic eventually switched to our never-ending quest to get laid. We were laughing at some of our attempts.  I remember being caught off guard when he said it would have been easier back then if we simply took care of each other.  Somehow the topic got back to his wife, and I mentioned the hot picture on the wall.  He said it was his birthday present this year including a video of the photo-shoot.  He jumped out of the pool and put it in the video player.  

The video started with a typical model type shoot - lights against a backdrop with his wife moving this way and that while the photographer took roll after roll of film – but then it moved in to close-ups.  She was stunning as she went from pose to pose.  Then the lights and music on the video changed and she started dancing a very slow, sensual dance.  It was sexier than any porn movie.  I could feel my cock come to life under the water.  She was getting into this as she began to remove one piece of clothing after the next.  I couldn’t believe I was sitting in a classmate's whirlpool watching a video of his wife striptease.  She didn’t take off all her clothes.  Instead she began to rub herself through her clothing while dancing to a hypnotic beat.  I was beginning to get concerned that Steve might notice my now full hard cock.  Just then, his wife in the video picked up a beer bottle and started giving it head.  I was ready to blast inside the pool.  At that moment I felt Steve’s hand on my suit on top of my cock and I was shocked back into realty.  “What are you doing?  Are you gay?”  Looking at the bulge in my pants he said no.  Back in high school, he and a number of friends used to jerk and suck each other off and he seeing me with this hard-on brought back the urge.  Did I mind?  I didn’t answer but didn’t protest either as he moved his hand inside my trucks.  It felt great.  He picked me up to the side of the pool, pulled down my shorts and began giving me one of the best blowjobs of my life. 

 I had this urge to touch his cock while he sucked mine and asked him to get out of the pool.  I turned sideways and soon we were in a 69 position.  While he continued to suck my cock, I pushed down his suit and grabbed his 7 inches.  I had never seen a cock close-up like that before but often thought about it.  I moved it up and down with my hand and then brought my mouth over to taste the tip. Within seconds I was trying to stuff in the entire length.  What an experience!  His sucking only excited my sucking which only made him suck more.  We went at it like two athletes until I couldn’t take anymore.  I warned him I was coming but he only sucked harder.  I couldn’t believe he wanted to taste my come!  I spurted for all I was worth and he swallowed every drop.  I wasn’t prepared for the same when he exploded in me.  Half his come went down my throat without me needing even to swallow while the other half landed in my mouth – and it didn’t taste half bad.  It was a strange taste and though not exactly good, there was something about it that made me want more.  

We slid back into the pool.  Although it seemed like a very long time, only a few minutes must have passed because when I looked up, his wife was still on the video.  Just then, we heard the door open and his wife walked in and she was as beautiful and sexy as on the video.  After Steve introduced me she looked up to see what we were watching.  At first she looked scared but then she relaxed and looking at both of us said, “Are you interested in seeing the real thing?” 

The story of the three of us is chapter two.



Reunion 1993 Pt. 01



The following story is based on characters and events from "First Time Fun on the Farm" and "Retro Moresome."

Prologue +++++

Home from another uneventful workday, I flipped through the daily mail until I stopped at a greeting card sized envelope addressed to Ms. Barbara Rogers. "Okay, this looks suspicious." Having been married and residing under my married name for over 20 years, it was strange to have anything addressed to my maiden name. Slicing it open, I pulled out what at first glance appeared to be another invite to another niece or nephew's graduation. "So, which one of the kids is graduating high school this year?"

Being part of a large family means having a never-ending line of relatives hitting us up for another twenty or thirty bucks. We may not have seen these kids in person since they grew into teenagers, but now we're supposed to contribute to their college entertainment funds. I tossed the invite aside, opting to get out of my work clothes and prepare dinner.

It couldn't have been a half-hour later, when I got my monthly phone call from Natalie Norwood-"Woody," now Sherwin, one of my dearest friends since grade school. We were as close as two women can be, without being sisters or lesbians.

"Well Betty [from Backseat Betty], did ya get yours? Are you going? We HAVE to go!" When excited, Woody was apt to ask multiple questions.

"What?"

"...the twenty-five year reunion invitation, silly!"

"Oh THAT! Is that what it was? Yeah, it came today," I acknowledged, laying out some salad fixings.

"Well?" She insisted, expecting more enthusiasm from my end of the line.

"God Wood, it's been twenty-five friggin' years; I doubt we'd recognize anybody," I shrugged.

"That's the whole idea, Barb; trying to guess who's who and how they turned out after all these years," she offered.

"I don't know. We went to Donny's 25th last year and it was a total bust. Most of the women were uppity backyard biddies wanting to trade recipes and gossip. They spent most of the time bitching about how unfulfilled their shallow lives were. Most of the guys were balding hoodoos who spent most of the time watching sports in the bar," I recalled.

"Hey, you said some of them were rather 'friendly'," she reminded me.

"Okay, there were a few hotties, but they were ball-and-chained to their wives. It was the portly baldies with liquid courage that were hitting on me -- HA!" I laughed.

"Donny graduated from a big city high school. Ours will be different. Hell, we're talking little Richfield High --we'll know EVERYBODY! Besides, I need an excuse to get out of Dodge. I'm in desperate need of an adventure!

"Things are still shaky on the home front?" I asked, knowing full well I was opening a can of worms.

A deep sigh followed by dead silence told me she was either unable to talk and/or things were even worse than I had expected. "Okay, okay, we'll go!" I relented. "I'll set up two rooms at the (Richfield) Inn, just in case you need to get lucky -- how's that?"

"Oh yes, Barb that sounds like a wonderful recipe!" Natalie's nonsense reply confirmed my first suspicion. Her husband, Bret must be nearby.

We reminisced and chatted for the next half-hour using the same secret code we developed in school. It was agreed, we would reserve adjoining rooms at the Inn, since it was the only lodging in that one-horse home town that offered accommodations close to resembling a suite. We briefly touched on our choices of what-to-wear, before she disclosed that she had some sort of a surprise. Since we had seen each other she had treated herself to a boob job. Either that or she just bought a five thousand dollar melonballer. I could be rusty at deciphering our trusty old code.

You can never go home again +++++

In deference to James Agee or Thomas Wolfe, whoever penned that quote, I personally believe it's perfectly fine to go back home for a visit from time to time; just pack plenty of condoms.

My hubby, having escorted me to previous hometown events, had no interest in attending another boring reunion. Considering my own low expectations, I couldn't blame him. Making the two-hour drive by my lonesome, I psychologically braced myself for a tedious day of aftershocks, pot bellies, and misbegotten dreams. However, catching a glimpse of an aged "Go Bulldogs" poster under the viaduct at Harper's corner, I couldn't resist a wide-eyed smile. Some ambitious soul had marked through "dogs" and spray-painted over "FROGS." What a sweet tribute to the class of 1968. We weren't a class of hell raisers by any stretch; just minor rebels looking for a cause. It wasn't until I checked into the Inn and Natalie showed up that the otherwise bleak September day started to brighten up.

"So Wood, how was the flight?" I asked, watching her unpack. The three-year lag since we'd seen each other soon melted away, as the tall, slender long-haired brunette hung up a number of tops, several pairs of slacks and a low-cut little red dress.

"It was okay; nothing special. It's REALLY special getting away from the asshole and seeing you again!"

"Great to see you too, Wood. No matter what else happens this weekend. It IS special to see YOU!"

"So you have yet to comment on my latest addition, or add-ons I should say," she briskly twirled around to proudly display her new store-bought chest.

"WOW, they look..."

"I know; looks like I swallowed a pair of Sunkist navels," her face reddened.

"Well, now that you mention it, they are definitely round, aren't they?" I reacted at her two gravity-defying symmetrical orbs. "Well hey, they can't call ya 'Flat Nat' anymore," I smirked.

"Of course I could never compete with your big 'ol homegrown hangers, but what-the-hell, I've finally got a figure."

"Yes Ma'am you DO and I'll bet the guys love 'em," I smiled.

"Don't know 'bout that so much; haven't really put 'em to the test. But, I fully intend to this weekend!" She nodded and slid her long shapely legs into a pair of thin jeans. Letting out a deep cleansing sigh, she shut her suitcase and plopped down on the bed next to me. "Just look at YOU! I'm not the only one sporting new dimensions. You must have dropped what... thirty pounds? What the hell?" She claimed, grabbing a chunk of my jean-covered ass. "Ooh, nice and tight too; I AM impressed!"

"Yeah well, I DID lose about that much, but the rest is due to Jane Fonda," I admitted.

"God, I'll bet Donny and Josh for that matter, have been checking you out, Girl. Look at that tight tummy," she added, running her hands down my lower torso.

"Geez Woody, you turned queer on me?" I giggled nervously, as her hands lightly brushed slightly over my mons.

Pulling her hands away to prop her head on a palm, her dark eyes welled, "Sorry, I'm just so God-DAMNED horny, Barb," she confided.

"Bret's being an asshole, is he?"

"He IS a total asshole! The five grand for these babies came from my private stash. It's been over two years now and he hasn't hit on me once --the asshole." A few tears leaked onto her cheek, as she uncharacteristically opened up. "So I've decided; enough of this shit. I'm gonna find the biggest, stiffest salty hunk of man-meat this old town has to offer and nail whoever it's attached to, until he and I can't walk straight," she sniffled away some lingering tears. [Somewhere in a 'push-come-to- shove' universe I couldn't figure a scenario where any of that could actually happen; but I've been mistaken about Woody before. In this exercise, it's probably better to promote her initiative.]

"Now THAT, Young Lady, is the kind of passionate Bull Frog determination we need to beat Sycamore!" I applauded and jumped to my feet.

"Fuc'em, fuc'em, Sis-boom-ba..." Natalie scurried to join me for a well-rehearsed mock cheer for our forever hokey Bull Frog athletics department. A few choruses later we nearly hyperventilated in tears of laughter. Embracing each other in one long lingering hug, we swept our hair aside and kissed like the twin never-to-be cheerleaders we pretended to be.

"I still think we should have gone out for cheerleading; we'd have KILLED them!" Woody declared as we untangled.

"That's the problem. Back then we probably WOULD have killed them-- HA!" I reminded her.

The next few hours we spent recalling the old days. Natalie and I have known each other since grade school. However, due to our different spheres of friends, we were separated during our high school years. We both knew each other's friends and lovers, so we could relate and share plenty of gossip. Thankfully we reunited again in college, where our friendship reemerged and blossomed.

It's In The Bag +++++

The reunion program stated an early evening meet-and-greet cocktail hour with the Class of '68 would be followed by dinner. A formal dance in the high school gymnasium was scheduled a few hours after that. "Hmm, wonder how we are supposed to entertain ourselves for two hours after dinner? It won't take us that long to get dressed." Woody wondered.

"Well I, for one, have an appointment at Sherri's (Richfield's only hair Salon)," I said.

"Wow, for somebody with no interest in reunions, I'm shocked!" She wagged her hand like a limp wristed sissy.

"Hey, it's supposed to be a formal dance. Sherri always knew, well used to know, how to stack my hair. I'll be looking GOOD!" I leaned my head back to proudly thrust my nose in the air.

"Well, La-Di-Da to you, Miss Antoinette! And shall I lay out Ma-Lady's casual regal robe for the evening? Woody joked.

I shot her a devilish grin. "Oh NO, you're not wearing 'The Dress?'

"And why not? I've earned it! I didn't lose all that weight and tone up this damn-near forty-year-old bod just to impress... my son! Scratch that last part," I turned away, knowing she wouldn't let that Freudian slip...slip [hmm].

"Wha-what's this about Josh? You did all of that and turned into the Golden Girl for your SON?" Natalie poked and prodded. "Besides, you're forty-three."

"Don't be silly. It was just a slip of the tongue. Forget it," I shot back. As trusted friends do, she changed the subject...for now.

"Well you saw what I'm wearing -- that little 'better-red-than-dead' thing."

"I know. You'll look incredible I'm sure," I answered honestly. Contrary to my curvy athletic build, Natalie still had a slim model thing going on and always looked great in anything.

We both dressed down for the meet-and-greet. Nat wore a short jean skirt with matching chambray blouse. I wore a white cotton sleeved top and a long printed skirt--nothing fancy.

"And just what's this bag all about, Missy?" Natalie had found and proceeded to rummage through my new personal bag of tricks. Pulling 'Hank's Crank' (an 11-inch long rubber replica dildo) from the bag she wagged it in my face. I winked, but grabbed it from her to repack.

"I'll have you know, I was always an attentive and well-prepared Girl Scout. Life is just a series of emergencies just waiting to happen, ya know. You have to be prepared for anything," I smiled and winked again. "C'mon let's do this meet-n-greet thing," I headed for the door.

"Okay. But, worse come to worse, we may both need to rely on your scouting skills tonight," Woody concluded and joined me. Before reaching my car, I sarcastically reminded her at least three times not to over play her optimistic nature.

Meet-N-Greet +++++

Pulling into the restaurant parking lot, I shut the car off and leaned over to take her chin in my hand. "No sad, pouty faces right? Mommy can't get you properly laid if you don't LIGHTEN UP, Girl!" I shook her chin until she relented and cracked a smile.

"There they are; the two hottest girls in town!" a male voice shouted from the other end of the parking lot.

"Oh God, is that..." Nat grimaced, as we made our way across the tarmac.

"Tommy, it's Tommy Phillips, one of my old steadies," I smiled and waved. "I haven't seen him in twenty-five years," I said, stepping up my pace to greet him.

"Honey, we haven't seen ANY of these clowns in twenty-five fucking years!" Nat barked as I concentrated on the middle-aged man headed our way. "Well, we know who's getting lucky tonight," she murmured enviously.

"Hey, it wasn't ME who said I needed to get lucky. Shut up and undo another button, Miss Julie 'friggin' Andrews," I reminded her.

Woody immediately undid two more blouse buttons and batted her lashes, "The hills are alive with the sound of..." she sang. I shook my head and returned to face one of my former gropers, who by now was broadly striding closer to us. [Well at least he's still got all of his hair and not in bad shape for that matter.]

Nearly out of breath, Tommy went straight to give me a bear hug. I gave him a few complimentary pats on the back, before edging my hands between us. "Well Tommy, just look at you," and so began virtually the same six-word intro you could overhear the entire alumni repeat the rest of the day.

Stealing a turned cheek kiss from me, he backed up to survey both of us. "Hello Miss Norwood, and how are YOU doing?" This was Tommy trying to be polite. Natalie forced a half-smile. [No love lost between those two.]

"Sherwin it is, you dork," Nat corrected him with her married name. He ignored her and took my hands to twirl me around. "I'm married. The name is SHERWIN! God what a dweeb," she mumbled.

Completing my 180-degree turn, he kept a tight hold of my hands, "Sure, SHER-MAN, whatever," Tommy purposely got it wrong. "Look at YOU, Barb! You look just as good as ever, but...even more so!" He added, quick-scanning me from head to toe; then back up to settle on my chest.

"Okay well, it's SO good to see you too, Tom. I'm going inside," Natalie decided and walked away.

"Hmm, there's something different about old Flat Nat. I can't quite put my finger on it..." He puzzled.

"Really Tommy? You're probably right," I agreed and pulled my hands from his.

"Any other old flames of yours I happen on, I'll send them your way," Woody's voice trailed off.

"Hey, you just DO that! The more the merrier!" I yelled back to get her goat.

Tommy's never ending smile and coddling touches proved he was pins and needles at seeing me. I had to admit, he still fell into the cute category. [However, I was to discover a rather sad side to my former suitor as the afternoon faded into evening.]

"So I hear you married some big city contractor and had two kids. Are they as beautiful as their mom? How come you didn't haul his sorry ass down here?" All the right words, but his stilted delivery took me back.

Taking his arm in mine to lead us toward the restaurant I answered, "Yep, Donny and I got married not too long after college. The kids, a boy and girl, are grown and yes they ARE good looking. Donny had some pressing commitments so he stayed home. Now Tommy, how about you?"

"I-I'm okay." He hesitated to take a breath. "My wife and I... well, we're kind of separated. No kids. I operate a Chevy franchise downtown. That keeps me pretty busy," his practiced response seemed genuine. "That reminds me, Barb. I've got a surprise for you later," he winked and ran his hand down my spine to settle on my hip.

"Oh, what IS it? I LOVE surprises! C'mon Tommy, tell me now, tell me!" [God, was I twelve years old?]

"No, no it will wait. I'll tell you after dinner," he swore, as he grabbed the door for us.

Stepping inside the restaurant foyer, I felt like I'd been transported through a time-warp portico into the Twilight Zone. There were all these strange yet somehow familiar faces. Trying to recognize the heads and faces, I would swear that was so-and-so, but their bloated body shapes did nothing to help me confirm their identities with any certainty.

A female voice rang out, "Tommy, Tommy Phillips, get your funky ass over here!" Tommy let out his token mule snort of a laugh and left my side to disappear into the crowd.

[Oh my God, I'm all alone here--staring blankly at a table full of name tags--I dare not look up--Shit! Where's Woody? - Why did I ever come? Whose hand is that? That's MY name on that paper.]

"Here you go, Rogers," said the female voice handing me a sticky 2X4" nametag. I looked up at the seated gray-haired lady. What does this old lady have to do with the Class of '68? "This IS you, right? Here, take it," she demanded. Taking the sticky tag my eyes flashed to her nametag, "Marie Anderson." [Who the hell is Marie Anderson and why is she so angry?] Then, like somebody just slapped me upside the head with a yearbook, I jolted from my nightmarish trance.

"Marie, MARIE! I remember you!" [Who could forget the homecoming queen and the ass that launched over a hundred Bulldogs!] "Well, Marie, just look at you!" I smiled, as she got up from her chair. That's when I saw what the long receiving table had conveniently hidden. Marie had developed a bit of secretary spread. That is SO not true. The girl back in high school that had the 'ass to die for' now sported a double-bubble thunder-butt and thighs about the size of Canada. This extra-wide loader was way beyond ba-don-ka-donk. It took my full concentration just to keep my jaw from hitting the floor, as she waddled out from behind the long table.

"Yeah, it's me, Barb. No big deal. I think Jimmy Stafford was looking for you," she rolled her eyes. Muttering something under her breath, she "walked" toward a coven of former cheerleaders.

Trying my best not to stare at her colossal derrière, I felt someone standing behind me. The male voice whispered in my ear, "Ah Marie... see, that's proof there IS a vengeful God," he snickered. I nodded and turned to recognize a portly, half-balding gent with his date.

"You got THAT right! Poor Marie, I feel kinda sorry for her," I said gazing deeper into his familiar eyes.

"Jim said you were quite the looker, and he was right," the lady next to him butted in. "You MUST be the infamous Barb Rogers! Hi, I'm Alma Stafford. You remember this guy, don't ya?" The matronly dressed woman in a dark printed floor-length country frock shook my hand, as I turned to see him.

"Jimmy is it you?" My voice jumped a full octave as our eyes locked.

"Yep, it's me! I'm just hiding inside this fat guy. Good to see YOU after all these years, Barbie." His eyes flash-scanned more of me, before giving me a token yet reluctant hug.

"Good Lord James, here's your old girlfriend, you haven't seen in years, looking like a total fox I must say, and that's the best you can do! Go ahead and kiss the woman!" Alma shoved him to hug me close.

Jimmy sheepishly pulled away from my arms, noticeably upset. "Stop it please, Alma; you're embarrassing me," the whipped husband calmly asserted.

After a predictably anxious pause, I took his arm, much the same as I did with Tommy. "So, tell me everything I missed. It's only been twenty-five years," I asked, leading the two of us away from his dear wife.

"This is such bullshit. I give up. Where's the damn bar?" Alma griped and stormed off.

"Don't worry about her. A few drinks and she'll simmer down," Jimmy excused her poor behavior. I nodded and restated my initial inquiry. "Gosh, where to begin? Actually I'm sure your life has been much more exciting. YOU go first," he yielded. "You probably think I'm lying, but actually I'm kind of a lonely guy," he declared with a shrug.

"Jimmy, no one ever lies about being lonely." I suddenly recalled a line from 'From Here to Eternity.'

As women find it easier to recount the past, I dove in with both feet and shared a random rambling collection of my cherished events over the last twenty-five action-packed years. [Of course I felt it only apropos to relay the G-rated version.] Jimmy's story, short as he told it, was even more edited than mine.

After high school we both attended and graduated from different colleges. He came back to town and married Alma (formerly from Sycamore County) before taking a job as an insurance broker in Chicago. When asked about kids, his eyes sparkled as he spoke of his daughter, definitely the love of his life.




Reunion 1993 Pt. 01



Tom (not so) Terrific +++++

Noticing Tommy seated at the bar with Alma, a pause allowed Jimmy and I to find a table and switch subjects. "So Tommy tells me he runs a car franchise downtown--how prosperous!"

"Is that what he said? He's does have a flair for the unlikely; probably told you he was separated too," Jimmy shook his head.

I nodded and raised an eyebrow. "So what's the story?" I asked and ordered my first of several Vodka-sevens.

"Hey, if you were anyone else, I'd back him up. I do that a lot." Obviously I wasn't the average visiting idiot. "Jimmy owns his own shop--a welder's shop behind Main, actually off of the alley behind Main on 6th. Remember where we used to sneak away in grade school to sneak cigarettes?" I nodded. "He married a gal from down in Dowells a few years back; still see's her from time to time."

"Hmm, wonder why he felt he had to lie to me?" I wondered.

"Barb, today is like most every day for Tommy ever since high school graduation. We all have our little white lies and stories. Tommy's is very simple tale. He's never grown up."

A young waitress interrupted.

"Aren't you gonna join me for a drink, I'm buying," I offered, touching his hand, before taking a healthy sip of my drink.

His eyes shifted at once to my hand on his. "I don't drink, Barb." I nodded but shelved away a perception, as he spoke more about our mutual friend. "We've kept in contact pretty much since high school, and it's like he's become quite adept at treading water--never moving an inch. Remember back in school, about the only thing (besides girls) that held his interest was shop class?"

"Yeah, he was into... welding. No WAY?"

"In the common vernacular...WAY!" He replied and continued. "When his folks passed away, he had to sell their house to pay off debts. That's why he's living in a shack. He fashions himself as Richfield's gigolo. I'm afraid he's really nothing more than a cheap womanizing lush, reduced to prowling old dames to bail him out of his sorry existence."

"That's SO sad, Jimmy. I never for a minute would have guessed that..." I started, when his fingers curled around my hand.

"He really is quite harmless, but you probably wouldn't want to mention any of this..." I stopped Jimmy, by adding my other hand to the mix. "I hear he has great plans for you--hate to ruin THAT!"

"No, no, my lips are sealed. Besides, Tommy's not the only one with a story, I'm sure," I said, running a few fingers lightly into the palm of his hand. Jimmy's eye lids purposely lifted to share a bleak stare. Training my eyes to pierce through a film of sadness, he wouldn't have it. Pulling his hand and eyes slowly away, now was not the time to share his story.

When Jimmy wouldn't divulge Tommy's special surprise for me, I finished my drink. After another long silence I noticed Alma heading for the ladies room. Making an excuse to Jimmy, I was determined to join her.

The Hidden Agenda +++++

"So Alma, how was the trip from Chicago? How's life in the Windy City? It sounds so exciting!" I was in multiple question mode, traipsing behind her as we entered the ladies room.

Alma was already in a stall by the time I brought up Chicago, so she only half-heard, or was consciously ignoring me. "Are you always this cheerful, or is this an attempt to gloss over the fact you were holding hands with my husband?"

Dead silence. I waited for one last woman to leave the restroom, before making my escape. By then Alma unlocked her stall and stopped me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of that," she said. "None of this is your fault--well, not wittingly," she followed up before cleaning her hands.

Standing at the basin next to her I had to ask, "None of what? I mean I'm sorry about the hand-holding..." I started, as she dried her hands.

"So, how many others here today are in this secret society of yours?" She casually touched my shoulder. Drawing a blank stare, I returned a quizzical expression. "The Barb Appreciation Society, TBAS, I call it for short. I've been dealing with this for YEARS!"

Now I was in shock and still speechless, as she went on to reveal more of her dilemma. Apparently Tommy and Jimmy have kept in touch for the last 25 years, having just one thing (or person) in common--ME. "I mean, poor Tommy is just a lost soul, but Jim? He's got a wife and family. I don't get it! Tommy calls like once a month or so and every conversation is the damn same...Barb this--Barb that; wonder what BARB's up to; does she look the same; remember the night when we double-dated her together?--God, I've heard THAT one until I could SCREAM!" Alma's grip on my shoulder tightened to the point I had to move away.

"I had NO idea! That's simply crazy! You must really hate me!" I reckoned, and backed away. I truthfully explained that I've had absolutely no contact with either guy since high school.

"Oh, I know, I KNOW! I've decided over the years, that it's an obsession. I mean, some guys are into sports or hobbies...something to fill their feeble brains. In their case, it's you," the shaken woman lamented.

"I'm SO very sorry you've been put through this. From what I'm discovering about Tommy, this whole obsession thing is likely his doing. People that live in the past are prone to such delusions, don't ya think--kind of like stalkers?"

"I agree totally, but that doesn't explain Jim's condition," her eyes shifted, like she'd mistakenly opened Pandora's Box.

"His condition?" I tried to pry it open.

She shook her head and silently edged to the other side of the restroom. The wall broke her deliberation, as she began to share what, to many, is unspeakable. "Jim is im... for the past seven years, we haven't..." She had never actually spoke the word out loud. Covering her face in her hands, she started to whimper.

"He's impotent?" I said. She nodded.

"...doctor calls it Erectile Dysfunction," she let out a seven-year-old labored sigh, as I put my arm around her for consolation. Petting her darker brown hair, I brought her into my arms.

"Ah, the dreaded ED's disease; can I ask you something, Alma?" I separated us to see a reaction. She nodded and sniffed. "Was Jimmy in any kind of accident or suffered from any other abnormal things?" She shook her head, no. "Did you guys ever get a second opinion--another doctor?" Again she shook her head no, but this time she raised her puffy eyes to meet mine.

"Do you think we should? You think that would help, Barb?" Her eyes opened wide with anticipation.

"Could be psychological, ya know. Guys are weird critters: performance anxieties, self-esteem issues, hypertension, lack of the proper attention and patience. For all those strong manly expectations, we can forget how fragile they can be," I explained.

She cleared away her sniffles and finger-combed some unruly locks of hair. "I've thought about some of that stuff; just afraid how to approach him," Alma confessed. "I'm fairly certain he still jacks off--almost caught him a few times. Am I that ugly that he would rather whack off than deal with me?"

"That's pretty unlikely, besides you're not ugly. Guys just "do" what they do... kind of like dogs licking themselves," I added.

"Huh?"

"What, you've never heard why dogs lick themselves?" I asked. She shook her head. "...because they CAN." She nodded and smiled.

"If I knew for sure that he could get it up, that would be a good start, don't you think?" I smiled and nodded. "You, YOU could do that, Barb!" She said.

"W-wait a minute, Alma. Jim's YOUR hubby. This is between you and him. You certainly don't need me to add salt to the wound..."

"Of COURSE, what better way to test his limp pecker!" Something told me she had already pre-rationalized my involvement in some sort of sordid scenario.

"I think you, along with those two goofballs, assume more happened between us than ever existed back in high school. We, the three of us, were really no more than good friends more than 25 years ago. Sure, we might have messed around at the drive-in, but THAT WAS IT! I never once came close to... to actually screwing either one of them," I affirmed adamantly.

"Listen Miss "Tits-too-big", you're making it sound like I'm asking for the moon. Jesus Christ, you are Jimmy's "It Girl"; Tommy's for that matter. And, if you know half as much as you claim about E.D., you must have plenty of experience. Here I am, asking you, one woman to another, for a simple favor that just MAY help save our marriage."

"And what if he doesn't respond-- what then?" I kicked myself for even considering such a proposal.

"Barb, or is it Betty? Yeah, I've heard plenty of stories too. Honey, if Backseat Betty can't get it done, then NO-body can!"

Rolling my eyes, I scowled. "I'll have you know, Alma, that particular moniker (Backseat Betty) was inauspiciously awarded to me in college. Only a few of my so-called friends know about it. I guarantee you it had NOTHING to do with high school," I tried to clear up her implication.

"So, you were the perfect little angel in high school? I seriously doubt it," she countered. "Come on Barb, be a doll and do this one thing for me. I'll never ask or bother you for another favor...again... I promise," she pleaded.

She was possibly every bit as resourceful and cunning as yours truly, when it came to friendly persuasion. However, for an instant, I sensed a deep sincerity beyond the begging. "Tell ya what, we'll see how things go. If the occasion arises, so to speak... well, we'll just see how things play out. That's the best I can offer," I was purposely vague.

"Oh goodie! And, I promise to, at least, try and keep tabs on Jughead (Tommy). It will be tough though, considering the plans he has in store for you," she added, before giving me a one-armed squeeze as we left the restroom. I took that as a possible exception to her sincerity. [Oh God, this is gonna be like 'Night of the Living Dead...' I shuddered.]

Blast from the Past +++++

We rejoined Jimmy and Tommy just in time to hear an announcement, "Dinner is now being served." Sitting down for our late lunch with six other classmates, we were soon reflecting on the old days and sharing inconsequential tidbits about each others' families, current jobs, etc. Foregoing my dessert in lieu of two more Vodka-sevens, I was sufficiently numb from the neck up.

"Well Barb, are you quite ready for your surprise?" Tommy proposed, ready to burst.

"I'm STILL trying to guess what this BIG surprise could be. Just seeing you guys and meeting Alma is quite a treat!" I answered nodding toward the three of them.

"OKAY then, let's go!" Tommy could no longer contain himself.

"GO? Go where?" I replied, getting up to follow them. As the other guests dispersed, the four of us headed for a side door. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see soon enough." Tommy was determined to build some suspense. "Actually, you'll need this first," he said and whipped out a dinner napkin. Turning me around at the side door, he twirled the napkin around several times and tied it around my head to cover my eyes. "You need to get the whole effect."

"Right..." I felt for the door with my blinder fully intact. Feeling the outside air, Tommy walked me a few feet from the door. When I heard Jimmy and Alma's reactions I reached up to undo the cotton napkin.

"Here, let ME do that..." Tommy pushed my hands away and unwrapped me. "SURPRISE!" He yelled.

Adjusting to what light was left, I saw a car. "Wow, it's... a car... a blue car! You got me an old blue car?!"

"No, it's not yours. It's mine. I've been working on this, off and on for years," Tommy explained, as I walked closer to inspect it. "You don't recognize it--REALLY?" Tommy was taken back at my less-than-ecstatic assessment.

"What? It's like a 1960-something Chevy, right?" I tried to see something about it I SHOULD remember.

"Barb, this is a 1962, powder-blue Impala. It's all completely restored, well almost. Do I have to be more specific?" He was becoming a bit perturbed.

Squinting my eyes to check out the interior, it finally dawned on me, "Yes, YES, it's just like my Uncle Paul's car...WOW!"

"Better than THAT, it IS Paul's Impala! How about THAT?" He declared and lightly tapped the hood.

"OH MY GOODNESS! It IS! Shit Tommy, I AM impressed...but how?" I exclaimed, softly running my hand along the finely waxed lines of Paul's pride and joy. This was truly a muscle car classic.

"Pretty simple. Before he left for Vietnam in the spring of 1970, Paul sold it to me. I remember his exact words, "This baby holds plenty of solid memories for me. As soon as I get home I'm buying it back." "When I asked him to share some of those fun memories, he just winked and smiled. Of course, as we all know, he didn't make it back, so..."

"Yeah, that sounds like good ol' Uncle Paul. He certainly made all sorts of memories in this sucker," I added, letting my mind skip back to one particular birthday of mine. "Can I?"

"SURE, you bet. Let me do the honors," Tommy gleamed and opened the shotgun-side to let me in.

Seated on the rolled bench seat, I fixed my gaze on the clean dashboard, the bloated speedometer, and long rearview mirror. Hand-cranking down the thick window a few inches for some air, I was able over hear the three of them.

"Ya think she's impressed, Tommy?" Alma asked.

"Oh YEAH! I'm definitely getting lucky tonight!" He spouted.

"Well, just remember who spotted you the cash for this beast in the first place," Jimmy reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know! And, I've almost got you paid off, too," Tommy dismissed him. "Did you see her eyes light up? Just look at her. I'll bet she's as wet right now as she was that night you screwed the pooch."

"You guys are sick," Alma shook her head and walked away. She had heard (their version of) that story one too many times.

"Fuck you asshole. You don't know shit about what happened that night," Jimmy used harsher language, once his wife wasn't there to reprimand.

Keeping (what they thought) a safe distance from me and the car, Tommy paced and tossed the worn set of car keys. "I only know what you told me, Man. You had her ripe and ready; then you muffed it--what a chump," he laughed. "...and, on her friggin' birthday--how could you screw that up?"

"Yeah, well you haven't seen me touch a drop since that night, have you?" Jimmy butted in; then quickly flashed the high sign. "Here's comes Natalie. Shut the fuck UP!" He added, waving to Woody as she approached.

"Well, what do we have here?" Nat asked, as I threw my arm back over the front seat to wave. "James...good to see you," she used proper names for those she somewhat respected.

"Mrs. Sherwin, I believe. I see the years have been generous to you as well." Jimmy was so gallant when necessary.

Tommy jerked open the driver's side door, "So Baby, ya ready for a test drive?"

"Huh? Oh, I have to talk to Nat for a second," seeing there was no use in backing out. "Wood, can you help me out?"

"Sure kid, got a hot date in with a dead Uncle?" She remarked, sticking her head inside.

"Oh, you noticed. No, I gotta appease Tommy. Can you take my car? I'll call ya from Sherri's, okay?"

"Sure, whatever floats your boat. Personally I don't think you should..." she started.

I sensed a lecture coming and was in no mood. "I know, I know. Just trust me on this one. I'll explain later," I winked. "C'mon Tommy, let's make tracks!" I yelled. He jumped in and cranked over the ignition. Peeling rubber, as the old beast was historically prone to do, I smiled and waved at the three onlookers.

"So you like my little surprise, hey!" Tommy boasted, before downshifting to make the old Impala screech again.

"Yes, I AM impressed, but we probably don't need the cops on our tail. We've got the whole night ahead of us," I added, knowing he'd already had enough drinks to get us arrested.

"No sweat, Babe. I could out run Richfield's finest in a heartbeat with this honey."

"Sure ya could. Right now though, I need to get to Sherri's," I tried to keep some semblance of reality.

"Oh yeah, soon as we scoot over to my place for a second--gotta pick up something," he added, flying around the corner off of Main street. He squealed to a stop and made the long reach across me to open my door. "Come on in for a while. I want to show you the place."

Against my better judgment, I still felt somewhat obligated. "Okay, but just for a minute. I really DO need to get to the salon," I advised and closed the creaky clunky door.

Tommy embodied Thoreau's reflection from Walden, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." There was a tangible despair that lay just beyond his once bright eyes. His "place" was a clear reflection of that desperation. It was more like a 1970's crash pad than anything resembling a modern 1990's abode. The small, poorly furnished rustic four-room shack must have been a garage at one time. A slight smell of gas fumes and oil added to the ambiance of strewn clothes, fast food wrappers, empty beer cans and a disheveled bed and dresser. Furniture, clothes and trash hovered in suspension over an ungodly once-orange thread-bare shag rug. The only redeeming aspect was poor lighting. God and Satin only know what sort of organisms were propagating in that rug.

"Sorry, I don't entertain much. The place probably needs a little cleaning," he admitted. [That may have been the ultimate understatement, ever!]

"Yeah Tommy, and Bigfoot could probably use a shave."

"Huh?" He hadn't really heard me, as he searched through several piles of clothes for something.

It was way too dark for me to see what he dug out of a pair of stained jeans. I didn't ask. He turned and headed toward me. I stood motionless, as he brought his face close to mine. "So, you ARE impressed with the car?" He restated, letting his hands rest on my hips.

"Yeah Tom, that was a sweet surprise," I placated him. His hands worked up my sides.

"I kind of thought it might bring back some fun memories, ya know," he added, flashing me his excuse for puppy-dog eyes. [Yes it did, but like he and several others have no doubt speculated over the years, you'll never know HOW much 'fun' those memories were!]

Obviously he was begging for a kiss. I chuckled and brought my hands to his shoulders for insurance more than anything else. After another nervous giggle, I shot him a reassuring smile and leaned into kiss the tip of his nose. "I was kinda hoping for more than THAT," He pouted. I leaned in again and kissed his cheek. Circling his hands around my waist, he pulled me closer and planted a hard full-mouth kiss on my tightened lips.

The force of his attack stunned me for a second. Pushing my palms against his shoulders, I was able to break the kiss and put some space between us. "Okay Tommy, I'm afraid that's as good as it gets," I caught my breath, but scarcely had time for the next barrage.

He grabbed and held the back of my head, as his tongue forced its way inside my mouth. When I pushed back even harder, his hands and fingers nimbly went to work on my bra clasp. Within seconds he'd unhooked my 2-inch wide boulder-holder, while his free hand went to hike up my long skirt. I let my heavy purse fall to my feet and slowly edged my hand down the outside of his pants. "That's it Baby, you know what you need, YEAH," Tommy whispered in my ear, as one hand worked under my blouse.

"Oh yeah, I know what I need," I purred and circled my hand around his package. I immediately applied a vice-grip hold on his nut sack with one hand. With my other hand, I forced my finger nails into the side of his throat on either side of his carotid artery.

"Holy, FUCKING SHI---!" He started to exclaim and froze. Dropping his hands to his side, he soon realized I had a death grip on him. Grimacing from the pain, he remained locked in place.




Reunion 1993 Pt. 01



"What I need, hmm? I need YOU to know that high school cop-a-feel bullshit won't work on me. Now, my guess is that you have about ten seconds to apologize, before you pass out...nine -- eight -- seven..." Watching his eyes bulge, I perceived a voluntary nod, and let go.

"G-good GOD WOMAN, you could have k-KILLED me!" He shook his head and caught his breath, as I reattached my brassiere and tucked in my blouse.

"That was an option," I smiled and slapped him more than lightly on the cheek.

"What the hell is your problem anyway? I just thought we'd have a little fun; like the old days, ya know!"

Calmly checking for any damages in the foggy dresser mirror, I felt compelled to share my personal assessment of poor Tommy. "Tommy, have you ever heard the old phrase, 'Past experience should be a guide post not a hitching post'?"

'"No... and just what the hell does THAT mean? You think I'm living in the past?" Either my comment was sinking in, or he heard similar expressions from other sources. "Well, maybe that's my fucking choice, ya know. For me, high school really WAS the good old days, and mostly because of all my wonderful memories of you." He was at least cognizant of what he was doing; that's a start. His belligerent, yet befuddled expression spoke volumes.

"Okay, well maybe I over-reacted a bit. I'm sorry. But maybe now you'll at least think about enjoying life in the here and now? My God Tommy, we're only in our forties. I don't know about you, but, (to quote Bye, Bye Birdie), I've got such a LOT of living yet to do."

I smiled and kissed his cheek. When he slowly returned a reluctant smile and reticent nod, I reminded him of my appointment. We were soon back onboard Uncle Paul's sin wagon and headed to Sherri's Salon. Back on friendly [but not too friendly] terms, he dropped me off at the small shop, but not before bargaining to pick me up later for the dance. Upon his agreeing to my ground rules, I relented.

It was fun seeing Sherri again. Watching her expert hands do their magic on my hair after so many years was amazing. And, I must admit, it was equally fun to catch up on the latest Richfield gossip. Woody stopped by to pick me up just in time for the unveiling.

"Now Honey, whenever you want to cut back on some of those gray hairs, you just come right on back, ya hear?" Sherri was still trying to up-sell me. [How friggin' cute is SHE!] Wood gave her blessing to my stacked coif and we made it back to the Inn with an hour to spare.

Trade Secrets +++++

Viewing myself in my favorite gold satin dress, I began to second-guess whether this was proper attire for a formal dance in dinky Richfield. "Truth, Woody; I look like an over-stuffed sack of potatoes in this thing, don't I?

"Well, bye, bye Bodecker, hello Miss ROGERS!" She exclaimed at seeing me for the first time in my golden splendor. "Or should I say Backseat Betty? You DO realize this IS the nineties-- not the 1890's! Put it this way, all of your succulent spuds are ripe as hell and in the right place; definitely ready for a hot shower of sour cream, I'd say," Woody answered, adjusting the way-too-long slit on her short, braless little red dress. "At least you don't look like a red magic marker with a pointed nose and an extra pair of eyes," she shrugged and cupped her twin softballs before our shared floor-length mirror.

"What are you talking about, Wood? Guys will be on you like Post-It notes. Funny thing about guys and boobs, real or fake, they will sell their souls for even half a chance to see or touch them." I said.

"Kinda the same way we feel about hard cocks?" Natalie suggested and twirled around to make sure her silicon globes stayed covered and on their axis.

"Pretty much," I agreed and stood in front of the only bright lamp in the room. Spreading my legs to let plenty of light through, I prodded her. "I know I look like a total whore in this thing, but would you check the backlighting. I don't need to come off like a cheap one -- HA!"

Woody went as far as dropping to her knees to check for any possible VPL (visible panty line) or camel toe. "This dress IS a-MAY-zing! The fabric is so satin-like and sheer, you'd think something would show," she queried and ran her hands up and down my hips. "Nothing! Hell I can't even feel your panties, are you..."

"Of course I am--here, see," I lifted the hem of my mid-thigh length dress to validate the proof.

She took hold of the hem to hike it up even further. Sliding her fingers inside the rim if my French-cut, ultra thin transparent golden panties, she marveled, "Where on God's earth did you ever find these? I've never touched material that I couldn't feel!" she asked. I didn't answer. Sliding the fingers of her right hand further inside my scanty panties, she stood up to confront me eye to eye. "You're not gonna tell me, are ya?" I remained stoic and stared straight ahead, avoiding her imploring eyes and frisky fingers.

"A girl has a right to some trade secrets," I nodded and then gulped as her fingers found their way to my pussy. Up until that point, the confrontation was not unlike the teasing games we played in college. I even smirked when her fingers spread my labia.

"Oooh, and what's this, a shaved pussy? I suspect that's another trade secret," she whispered in my ear before tongue-flicking my earlobe. Now I wasn't absolutely sure my old school chum was just teasing.

"I-I have to... with this dress. Besides, like you say, it IS the '90's." I answered robotically, while her third finger probed inside my lips to lightly tease my clit. My mascara-laden eye lashes flashed. Licking my painted lips, I cleared my throat and braced myself.

"What do you think old man Gottlieb would do if he caught us like this?" Natalie asked rhetorically, this time following up with a full wet tongue deep in my ear. My knees betrayed me and instantly went limp. She had targeted one of my sweet spots and, like the kid with the apple on his head, I trembled in anticipation of her next arrow. Just how good is her William Tell accuracy? Her exacting fingers answered that question.

Trick and Treat Flashback +++++

My thoughts flashed back to the two of us in college. It was Halloween during our junior year. We decided it would be a hoot to dress like a pair of naughty nuns and crash a few senior parties. Any passerby would be easily convinced we were two sisters in our matching black and white habits. Unbeknownst to them, underneath our thick black robes, we wore matching black sheer thigh-high hose, garter belts and fancy French panties.

We were surprisingly successful as Sister Mary Catherine and Sister Catherine Marie, visiting nuns from out-of-town. The charade had hysterical results until we came to the last fraternity house. Two of our fellow classmen recognized us from class and ratted us out. Making a mad dash for the door in 3-inch patent leather pumps proved pointless. We were soon tackled for a loss--the loss of our panties. Thank God we got away without losing more!

Several over ambitious under grads continued to stalk us as we made our way from frat row into the business district. With most of the storefronts closed at that late hour, and being virtually out-of-breath, Woody and I opted to make a dash for the next place with lights. In this case it happened to be a movie house. Huffing and puffing, she checked the billboards. "Shit Wood, it's an adult theatre!" I exclaimed.

"Good! Perfect! No one will EVER expect to find a pair of nuns in HERE! Get us some tickets." Her twisted logic somehow made absolute sense back in those days.

"ME?!" I cringed.

"Yes you, or should I remind you about the 'Man from Nantucket'? You've got plenty of first-hand experience with skin flicks, don't you, Betty?" she taunted.

Damn her memory. Note to self: never confide with Woody about anything sex-related.

Stumbling down the dark theater aisle, absorbing the stench and cheesy soundtrack, we finally settled into two comparatively dry seats toward the front of the theatre. Adjusting to the darkness I surreptitiously scanned our immediate area for creeps, while Sister Catherine Marie was intent on actually watching the movie. Turns out, this was Woody's first trip to a porn palace. Not so in my case--been there, done that (but that and the Man from Nantucket is another story). I continued to fine focus on the seedy audience when she nudged me.

"Would you be a sweetheart, Sister Mary and get us some popcorn. This is kinda fun!"

"Geeze Wood, you won't even believe who is like two rows behind us!"

"Huh?"

"It's old man Gottlieb! Can you believe it?"

"You're crazy or seeing shit," Woody claimed, but turned to check out the pervert sitting two rows back. "Holy SHIT, it IS him!" She grinned from ear to ear; never a good sign. That meant her twisted wheels were churning.

"We've got to get out of before he..." I started and gathered my robe to make a quick exit.

"No, NO WAIT!"

Uh-oh, here it comes. My eyes rolled up.

Fact was: Woody and I were barely surviving in Professor Gottlieb's biology class. We'd just about given up trying to flirt and cajole the old fart for better grades. He was seemingly impenetrable.

"Actually, we WANT him to recognize us, Barb! Don't you get it? Now we've finally got something on him. He's a peep show perv!" Natalie determined.

"Well, I for one, have no plans of touching the S.O.B." I stated.

"Oh don't be so high and mighty. I think if we did some girl-on-girl stuff that might do the trick. Just keep thinking A's and B's instead of a D or F. We can get through this."

Whether she drew her inspiration from the professional carpet munchers up on the screen, or based her theory on some of my rather vivid recollections, she felt confident enough to exploit both of us for the professor's benefit. Starting things off by trading seductive looks and light kisses, we proceeded to heavy necking and raising each others' robes. Judging from his prominent throat clearing and heavy nose breathing, the old shit was definitely watching us. The "Trick" was accomplished. The "Treat" now was how to let him know it wasn't two nuns getting it on, but his (soon to be prized) pupils.

When Woody slithered down her folded chair and came up between my legs the exercise got much more interesting. Once she slowly hiked up my robe I heard the professor's shoes shuffling. Apparently he moved down a few rows to sit directly behind us and closer to the action. Sister Catherine made a good show of it, loudly smacking and licking my upper thigh. Looking up from her vantage point, she smiled and nodded. Her smiles didn't quite register until I felt something poke me in the cheek. Turning my head slightly, I was greeted with Gottlieb's semi-rigid hardon. I backed away immediately. The next thing I heard was his lewd voice mumbling in my ear. After a minute or so of weighing the options I turned to take his cock head in my mouth. Woody really went to town on my pussy (it appeared), until I was on the verge of coming (it appeared). That's when I was blinded by a cursed flashlight.

"You "ladies" should be ashamed of yourselves! Sir, you and the Sisters will HAVE to leave," the voice demanded--so much for Trick and Treat.

From that night forward, whenever we were within eyeshot of the perverted professor, we pulled all sorts of indiscreet shenanigans to convince the poor educator that we were devout lesbians. It must have worked. Woody got a "B+" for the course. I ended up with an "A," for extra class participation I'm sure.

Outer Limits: Flash Forward +++++

Teasing and fooling around have their limitations. The slick finger now deeply probing my wet snatch had gone beyond those limits. By now, under similar circumstances with other female lovers, I would know where things were headed. This was new territory for Woody and me. This was beyond playing games for Gottlieb.

Catching my breath, I turned my eyes slightly to hers. That must have been the punch line. She had really played me this time. I winked and smiled at her gotcha moment. When she failed to reciprocate and admit the joke, I quickly returned a deadpan expression. This wasn't the first (or even 75th) time I've unsuccessfully second-guessed one of Woody's punch lines. Over the years she has taken malicious delight in delaying the inevitable longer and longer for just the right effect. This ever-extended time span would assuredly drain the patience of any normal acquaintance; hardly acceptable behavior for a forty-three year old woman. However, in our case, good friends are forever. As she is committed to me and my frequently questionable lifestyle choices, I am equally faithful to her quirky affectations.

In this particular set-up she teased and taunted me until I was ready to gush. With two fingers rubbing my clit in double time, she abruptly stopped and pulled out of my sodden snatch. "Why Betty, you'll ruin those pretty party panties if ya don't watch yourself," she broke into my trance like a cat with a mouthful of canary.

"Me...ME? You're the one!" I blustered and scampered into the bathroom for a tissue.

"Oh SURE; blame it on your best friend. See how you are," she mocked me.

Simmering down from a near climax, I cleaned up, fixed my makeup, added earrings, a gold choker and shoved my size sevens into a pair of strappy white/gold heeled sandals. Taking a series of deep breaths to clear my head, I joined her back in the main room. "And who has the honor of escorting my best friend this evening?" I asked, white-washing the past several minutes from my short-term memory.

"That would be the never-amounted-to-much Willis of the way-too-rich-Willises of Crawford County." Nat was just as quick to change subjects as she finished dressing. "I probably should have just stayed put here in scary old Richfield and married boring Reggie Willis III -- oh well," she thought out loud, adding, "...might not have been any happier, but there's plenty to be said for inherited fortunes."

"I suppose," I submitted.

"And I'm guessing Tommy Lee Loser will be calling for you? She followed up, applying a rich coat of deep red lipstick.

Can You Really Rent An Armani? +++++

A knock on the door broke our repartee. "That must be for you. Willis is never on time. Bet ya a buck he's got a corsage," she added, as I answered the door.

"Hello Tommy; don't you look [surprisingly] handsome!" I commented more at seeing his black Armani suit. [hmm, wonder what it costs to rent an Armani?]

Tommy quickly scanned me and fixed a wide-eyed expression on the dress. Red faced and speechless, he adjusted a tight collar. "You...you look..."

"It's okay Dweeb, you can breathe now," Woody interjected to get him back on track. "That's a good boy. Now, give her the corsage." [She must have seen it behind his back.]

"My, my, what a surprise! You didn't need to do that. Thanks Tommy," I smiled and unboxed a grouping of mostly white roses and baby's breath. Rolling the supplied strap up my wrist, I thanked him again.

"It's k-kind of a peace offering... ya know... for this afternoon." The words eventually tumbled out, while his eyes remained transfixed on the golden goddess before him. "God DAMN Barb, you really DO look incredible in that dress!"

"Hell, you should see her OUT of it," Woody winked.

"Huh?" A partial reaction from Mr. Phillips proved the stunned effect was slowly wearing off. He was still numb between the ears.

"Okay, that's enough out of you. Have a great time with Willis. I'll catch up with ya later," I leaned in to Woody for a pretend smooch. "I owe you a dollar, Smartass," I whispered in her ear.

She grabbed my long lightweight coat and tossed it to Tommy to do the honors. Turning my exposed back to him he helped me on with the coat. Before turning for the door Nat grabbed my shoulders and leaned in for a return whisper, "Forget the dollar. I'd much rather have a prepared Girl Scout show me her cookies."

We were halfway out the door, before her comment resonated. She was no doubt referring to my earlier revelation about 'being prepared.' I turned abruptly, "Yes Ma'am, a good scout must be properly prepared... for anything," I winked. She smiled.

Our trip to the dance was very different from the last car ride. After opening the rider's side of the Impala for me he was obviously on his best behavior. "Can I be honest, Barb?" He started as we slowly pulled away from the curb.

"I don't know, Tommy. Let's give it a shot and see what happens," I laughed and punched his upper arm. He didn't flinch but returned a furrowed brow. "I'm sorry. I was just being a smartass," I followed up and inched closer to him on the fabled rolled and pleated bench seat. [God damn, I came SO close to losing my cherry on this seat all those years ago] "Go ahead Tommy. I'm sorry I punched you too," I added and lightly petted his arm.

"Are you quite finished?" He asked with a remarkable degree of sincerity. I nodded.

"You see, I know what we agreed upon... about tonight. With you being married and how we are too old and respectable for one-night-stands. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I agree with you. It's about time I grow up and face some issues; take some responsibility; get on with my life like you said." He stated firmly gripping the steering wheel.

"Tommy, that's maybe the greatest news I've heard all day! I'm so happy you shared that with me. There's hope for you yet. Being young is definitely fun, but maturity does have its rewards. You'll see," I wrapped my arms around his right arm as a show of confidence.

"I only have one problem," he admitted.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, with you looking the way you do, ya know. When you touch me I get an instant hardon. That's not being very mature is it?" He wondered if there were any caveats.

I was quick to release my grip on his arm before scooting a bit closer to my door. "Hmm, under most circumstances I would consider that a complement," I said, in a quandary of just how to react.

"Sorry, I didn't mean for you to move away."

"Hey, no problem. Is this better? Is it going away?" I asked from a still-safe distance.

"No, not really...still hard as a rock," he said readjusting himself. "Any other ideas? I'm up for anything, as you can plainly see -- HA!" He smirked and unzipped to show his predicament.

We had just pulled into the school parking lot. I had to think fast. There was certainly no way I would have my so-called escort sporting a full-fledged boner. I could only imagine the barrage of sordid comments. On the other hand, there was no way I could envision 'taking care' of his problem the way I would assist my husband on similar situations [or Tommy in a previous lifetime].

"Okay, okay, cool your jets over there behind the dumpsters," I pointed to a dark and secluded area at the far side of the lot. Jerking my head from side to side, I peered around for any sign of onlookers. There were none. "Yeah, this will do. Go ahead and take care of it," I instructed.

"Are you serious, Barb? You want me to just jack myself, right here?"

"Unless you have a better idea--go ahead. I mean, it's not like you haven't done it before. Nobody's watching. Do it!" I insisted.

Tommy scowled then started to slowly stroke his rod. "God Barbie, you could give me a little to work with here," he pleaded.

"Oh God, you guys. Okay, here," I said impatiently before undoing my coat and pulling it over my shoulders.

"Well that's a START, I guess," Tommy wagged his head as he continued a self-induced hand job.

Scoping out the dimly lit lot, I sat up straight and slid both spaghetti straps down. The magical elasticity of my super dress allowed for only minimal amount of boob sag and lengthened my cleavage slightly. Batting my long lashes at Tommy, I shot him one of those 'is that quite enough' looks.




Reunion



Toni sat looking in the mirror while finishing up her makeup and hair. She was getting ready for her ten year reunion from high school. She had been excited all week over the prospect of seeing all of her old running mates and people she hadn’t seen in years. Toni began to hurry when she realized she only had an hour before it started.

Toni is my wife of five years and a tall stunning woman that turns heads every where she goes. It wasn’t always this way. Back in high school she was taller than most kids and just a budding diamond in the rough. You had to see her then and now to know that this was the same woman. Toni stood just less than six feet tall with long shapely legs taking up most of that height. Her hips were nicely rounded at 37 inches, tapering to a little waist of 27 inches. Her stomach was very flat because of her daily workouts. Other than her legs her breasts had to be the thing that most men stared at. They were large, a 38DD, firm but rounded nicely and long nipples set upward on the tops that always seemed to be begging for attention. If you could pry your eyes from her body to look at her face you would be intimidated by this beautiful pair of pouty lips, little upturned nose slender face topped with the largest green eyes that always smiled, unless they were seducing you. 

Tonight Toni looked stunning as usual, dressed to the nines in a long red evening gown that split up the sides to reveal her luscious long legs. The top had thin shoulder straps that led down the front to a low neckline showing her ample cleavage. The back was cut down to just where it starts the flare of her hips revealing her beautiful tanned skin and shapely back. Her long brown hair cascading down her back outlined her perfectly made up face. Those long legs were peaking out of her dress, covered in sheer thigh hi stockings with four inch red pumps that matched her dress to complete the look of sheer elegance. I couldn’t help but get a hard on just looking at her dressed like that. I took her in my arms and kissed her asking if she was sure she didn’t want to have some fun on the town with her old man instead.

Toni just gave me that little girl innocence she has about her that’s so sexy and told me you’ll have more than a little fun undressing me when I get back tonight. 

Though frustrated I told her if she wasn’t back soon, I may have to start without you. Toni reached down and rubbed my hard on through my pants saying, you probably will anyway from the feel of things. She laughed and left me to go to her party.

The taxi arrived to pick Toni up at our hotel room, whisking her away to the night’s events. She arrived at the reunion ten minutes later being held at another hotel across town. Toni tried to tip the driver thanking him for their conversation on the way but he would have none of it, telling her just having such a beautiful woman to cater was more of a tip than anyone could pay. Toni gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek as she did everyone telling him thank you so much.

She walked into the banquet room set in the middle of the hotel with eyes glued to her magnificent frame the entire way. The girls running the entrance booth looked up at her not knowing who she was while asking her name. Toni said her name and one of them exclaimed; oh my God you have certainly changed, you are beautiful. Toni smiled at her with a sheepish smile, telling her, thank you and preceded into the room wearing the name tag she was given. 

The room was filled with many different people, some who looked the same and some she didn’t recognize. There were a few of the people she had been waiting to see while others hadn’t come to the reunion. She stood for a few minutes taking in the entire place when she was approached by two very nice looking men. One had a name tag sporting the name, Tab while the others said Ron. Toni heard Tab say to her, you can’t be that tall nerdy looking girl that wore glasses. My God what happened to you? You changed so much that you look like an entirely different person. 

Tab and Ron were both on the football team at Toni’s high school and didn’t have a lot to do with her when she was in school. Then again they had no way of knowing what would turn out of the shy, tall girl that only talked back when responding to someone who had spoken to her. Both men were now in front of her giving her their undivided attention while running their eyes over her gorgeous face and body. 

Ron asked Toni if she would like anything to drink, getting her a glass of wine with her answer. Toni talked with the two men who were both still very fit and good looking. Both were a good six inches taller than her which was not always the situation. Most men when she wore heels were shorter than her including her husband. It was nice to look up at a man for a change instead of having one looking strait into her boobs. 

Toni excused herself after a while of talking with the two football players and made her way around the room catching up on people’s lives and what they were doing now. Most of the girls were moms and not in great shape while others looked pretty good. None of them even compared to the stunning woman who was talking to them. Those that were friends didn’t make a big deal out of it while other women were extremely jealous of the attention Toni was receiving. You couldn’t help but see her in the bright red dress and dark hair, let alone how beautiful she was.

A small click of women that hung together in school had formed and was talking about Toni saying rumors, they themselves had just made up. Two of the girls were married to the two men Toni had been talking to earlier, Tab and Ron. If the women had known Toni at all, they wouldn’t have felt so threatened by her beauty. Toni wouldn’t even entertain the thought of being with a man other than her husband. She was perhaps the most loyal woman at the party. Without this knowledge and being far less superior in looks they just continued to spit poison, looking over at her every now and then. Toni didn’t know what was happening. She had never had anyone who didn’t like her or treated her in this way before. She would just smile when the women would look over at her sitting at her table, sipping her wine. Toni was joined by others as the night progressed.

Many men asked Toni to dance and she obliged each and every one of them not wanting to be impolite. Also it was a vast change to her high school days when she wasn’t even asked to go to one dance by any of the guys who were now dancing with her. 

Toni didn’t seem to realize that she was a completely different woman from the little teenage girl she used to be. Then awkward and unfinished, she was now a picture of heaven. Tall, beautiful, curvy and what every man in the place wished he could have for at least one night. 

Tab and Ron danced with her a number of times as the evening proceeded. They were having quite a few drinks and feeling pretty good. Toni also had now had quite a few glasses of wine and was feeling that little spin you get when you just start to get drunk. Toni knew it felt good but hadn’t ever had this much to drink before. She had never been drunk and didn’t realize she was slowly being gotten so by the two men who kept her glass full. What she also didn’t know was that, they were having the bartender spike her wine a little to make it stronger. The longer this went on the better feel of her body they got up against them while dancing. 

The wives married to Tab and Ron was fuming now and both said they were going to their rooms. They tried to get their husbands to go also but both said they were having a good time and would be up later. Both women along with all of the others at their table left the party and never said goodbye to Toni. Both Tab and Ron joined her at the now empty table Toni had been sitting at with her friends and kept her dancing to the band that was playing. Toni now was feeling pretty good and didn’t feel when the two men would slip their hand from the small of her back and rub it across the slope of her ass while dancing to slow numbers. She also didn’t feel how close they were holding her causing her large firm breasts to push into their chests. She would put her arms around their necks lightly to hold her up and sway to the music trying to make since of how she was feeling in her head.

Toni noticed after awhile that there were only a few people left in the room and that she was the only woman left. She excused herself and went to the ladies room to freshen up. When she entered the bathroom she felt her head spinning and couldn’t really focus on the picture in the mirror. Toni then began to feel a little dizzy and quickly returned to her table.

While Toni was gone, the two men were talking about how hot Toni looked and how far each of them had gotten, touching her while dancing. Both had felt her soft skin with the low plunging backline of her dress which stopped just above the flare of her hips. Both had felt her magnificent tits press into their chests but only Ron had felt the curve of her ass. Tab was jealous of Ron’s advances knowing that since the band was now through he wouldn’t get the chance. He called Ron a dog while fuming over his defeat. Toni arrived back at the table and told the two men she thought she had better get back to her husband at her hotel. 

Toni asked them to call her a cab but Ron said he wouldn’t hear of it with her in this state. He said he wanted to make sure she got to her room and that no one took advantage of her as drunk as she was. Actually she wasn’t as drunk as she was stoned. The bartender had been putting ecstasy in her drink in small amounts over the past two hours. He had also drugged the two guy’s drinks slightly but with something else causing them to get very sleepy. Ron stood up to escort Toni and when he did he nearly fell down. The bartender came over and asked if he could help any way at all at which time he was asked to see that Toni got back to her hotel suite safely. Another helper was then called and the two men were helped up to their rooms.

Toni sat waiting on a cab when a large black man walked up to her telling her he was ready to take her back to her room. Toni was in a heightened state of confusion, feeling like she had never felt before. Not knowing what was causing her not to be able to think clearly enough to make decisions. The large man helped her into the back of a long black limozine and closed the door going around getting into the drivers seat. Toni asked the man if he was sure, she didn’t come in a limo at which he laughed telling her she should have. It belongs to the hotel she attended the reunion at and is their way of making sure she arrives safely at her hotel. 

That is such a sweet gesture she thought. 

Toni didn’t recognize the man as being the same as her bartender that night since everyone else was bringing her the drinks. She had no idea that he had drugged her and was now driving her away from the hotel, to a secluded place. She sat on the large, soft seat in the back, listening to the soft music. Her mind was not aware she was being driven away from the city. Toni didn’t feel the car come to a stop, parked on a small dirt road on the outskirts of town. There wasn’t another soul for ten miles and the car was hidden by trees and landscape. The music was still playing and the air conditioning blowing across her skin causing her to relax and close her eyes as she stretched out her long legs in front of her. 

Toni didn’t feel the door to the limo open and with her eyes closed and the music playing, she never saw the man get in and sit across from her. Toni opened her eyes only when she felt a hand on her high heel covered foot. This startled her but because the effect the drug was having on her now all she did was look across at the driver who had her legs in his lap and was running his hands over her feet and lower legs. Toni’s mind was full of confusion, trying to figure out what was happening and why she wasn’t stopping this man. She opened her mouth to say something but her words weren’t coming out as she wanted them to. She knew something was definitely wrong. 

The driver, bartender’s name was Dan and he was such a large man he even towered over Toni. He was six feet, ten inches tall and weighed in at two hundred, eighty five pounds. He had a muscular build and was rather good looking. This was the first time he had ever drugged a woman before but after making drinks and looking at Toni all night he put in his plan to get her alone and stoned. 

Dan started running his hand up the length of Toni’s legs, following the slit on the side of her dress. His hands felt the warmth of her skin through her stockings and were exploring every curve. Toni was trying to protest but couldn’t move to stop him. Dan knowing this, began to mock and told her, whenever you want to stop just say so. Toni couldn’t tell him, in her condition to stop and take her home where her husband was waiting. With no words coming from her lips, Dan reached further up her legs to midway up her thighs. He kept looking right into her eyes as he was doing this making eye contact. Toni’s eyes were pleading with him to stop and he knew this, however he continued his slow assault upward inching now to the top of the slit. 

Dan pushed his fingers up past the slit in Toni’s dress and while caressing her thighs, found the wonderful surprise of her lacy stocking tops. Dan smiled and asked her, damn baby did you wear these just for me? Dan laughed seeing the look of helplessness on Toni’s face. With his new discovery, he reached back and placed her feet each on either side of his legs letting them rest on the seat. This opened Toni’s legs about two feet and caused her dress to fall between them giving him a great view of her legs to just below her stocking tops. 

With Toni’s legs spread he pulled her slightly forward causing her ass to slide so that it was barely still on the seat across from him. It also made her dress rise up totally exposing her sheer stocking covered legs. Seeing this Dan started running his hands from her stocking tops to the bare leg that was exposed. He would take each leg in both hands and work them upward till they were completely on her bare skin just an inch away from her pantied covered crotch. Dan kept this up while still looking into Toni’s eyes only looking down to take in the view every once in a while. He would then tease her and ask her, doesn’t that feel great?

Toni didn’t understand why she was starting to tingle all over. With Dan’s hands dancing all over her legs combined with the stimulation the ecstasy was giving her she had no control over how her body was responding. Dan took that opportunity to brush his finger tip over her panty covered pussy causing electric shocks to shoot through her most private of parts. Toni felt him leave his finger tips this time on her panties while gently stroking the silk material between her legs. She was starting to feel the dampness form between them through her panties. 

Feeling the dampness through her crotch on his hand, Dan began an up and down motion applying just a little pressure. This began to make Toni’s pussy send messages to her brain telling her it needed relief, now. Toni was fighting the feeling not wanting this man who was violating her to see that her body had a mind of its own. Until now, no one other than her husband had ever touched her legs and thighs, much less her panties. Here this man was, taking full advantage of a situation he knew she couldn’t control. 

Dan reached out from under her dress and ran his hands up her tummy taking the time to explore every single inch of this wonderful body. He was in no hurry to finish, for he had bribed the guard watching the limos to let him borrow this one for the night telling him he would forgive the thousand he owed for the drugs he had bought. Dan moved his hands upward over the curve of Toni’s round, large breasts and started to squeeze them through the dress. Toni wasn’t wearing a bra due to the no back line and low cut front. The rubbing and kneading of her tits were causing her nipples to harden and start poking into his hands. 

Dan felt her nipples sticking out and began to twist and pull at them through the dress. It was then he decided he had to see those wonderful globes. He pulled the straps from each of her shoulders, and then pulled down on the front of her dress causing her tits to spill out. They were fully exposed now, showing him her creamy breasts contrasting against her bronzed tan. Her nipples were very hard with the air conditioning blowing directly on them. When Dan reached up and started to play with her tits, Toni closed her eyes hoping that if she couldn’t see him, just maybe he would go away. 

There was no chance in hell Dan was leaving any time soon. He hadn’t even sampled the appetizers yet, let alone the main course. He started then to suckle at each of her nipples taking them into his mouth, first lightly and then hungrily, pulling them with his teeth. This was both painful and stimulating to her nipples. They were sticking out further than she had ever remembered. Dan played with his new toys for a good fifteen minutes before sitting upright in his seat. He looked over at the woman with her breasts out and her legs spread and her dress up showing off the crotch of her panties and said, now baby lets see what that little pussy looks like. 

Toni began to panic when he reached down, pulled her dress up to her waist and took her bikini panties by the sides and pulled them down and off her legs. She was now exposed to her assailant with literally no protection at all. Dan stared at the most perfect site in his life. Shit she was the most awesome woman he had seen in or out of magazines. Along with those perfectly rounded tits, her pussy was just as creamy and had a small strip of brown hair leading to her heaven. Dan sat back, taking his pants off along with his shirt. He wanted to make sure when he took this woman he could feel those tits push into his chest. 

Dan wanted to go down on her but his cock told him it wanted attention now. He took Toni and pulled her down into the seat laying her on her back. He then took her legs by the back of her thighs and pushed them up causing them to bend at the knees while spreading wide. His cock was at full attention and wanted to feel what this oven was going to feel like. He reached down letting go of one of her legs and began to rub the head of his cock up and down the folds of her cunt. He was using both the pre-cum he was oozing along with the wetness the reaction had brought on to coat his prick for a pleasurable entry.

Dan pushed forward sending the head of his ten inch cock pushing through Toni’s tight opening. Christ this was some tight pussy. It was then Dan saw the wedding ring set on her left hand and looked up at her face. He told her to open her eyes and look at him. Toni looked into his eyes again with about four inches of his cock buried inside her. She felt humiliated at being fucked like this, an animal laid out for his pleasure only. It was then that he said what drove her mind ultimately crazy causing her to gain the ability to form the words, no… no… no… please god no…

Dan had said, I hope you are using some kind of protection because I’m going to blow a gallon of cum into you baby. He caught Toni’s look of horror and grinned back at her saying, well, well, what have we here? A little fertile white girl. And she’s married too. That’s my favorite kind of white girl, married and fertile. Dan started pushing deeper with every stroke hitting bottom at about nine inches. It felt awesome up against her cervix as it caressed the head of his dick. He hadn’t fucked in over two weeks and this made the pleasure even better. The fact that she was so beautiful and married only added additional feeling to his cock. 




Reunion



Dan now was pistonning in and out of this married cunt at a very fast pace, stopping at the deepest point every few strokes to grind the head of his tapered cock against Toni’s cervix. He had done this many times and had figured out by doing this he could get the head of his dick to push open a woman’s cervix. When he knew they weren’t on protection and paying a debt his comrades would intentionally knock up a girl and take her child as payment. This was a good racket and with them all being on drugs no one ever cared a whole lot. 

Dan’s cock began to part the tightest of openings and as the tip of his cock sank into her womb, he bottomed out against his balls. At least he was thru and could do some serious damage on this white cunt. He stopped fucking her with the tip sticking into her cervix and looked into her eyes telling her, there aint nothing to stop me now baby. I’m going to blast the entire load directly into your ovaries. With that comment he started fucking Toni hard. Using long deep hard strokes slamming into her opening every time. Dan kept this pace up for another ten minutes or what seemed to Toni as an eternity. 

Dan then reached down, grabbed her legs and pushed them up to her chest causing her pelvis to tilt upward for his final assault. 

With one more powerful thrust Dan sent another half inch through the tight opening and held himself in position lodged just through the opening of Toni’s womb. The additional angle of her raised ass gave Dan a guarantee, to shoot directly into her fertile womb without any obstruction. Toni felt Dan’s cock start to swell and twitch as his orgasm came on. Fear of being knocked up by this black stranger, caused Toni to clench her muscles, causing her cunt to tighten even more, giving Dan an additional pleasure she hadn’t meant to cause. With her cunt squeezing his cock, Dan’s balls began to spasm. 

The sperm started its journey up the shaft of the huge cock lodged inside her. It reached the head and found the opening of his cock. It was thick and very potent with a massive quantity. Toni could feel the first shot fire through and splash against the back of her uterus. He was right; she was open for this impregnation. Dan continued to fire volley after volley doing his best to knock this white, married extremely beautiful woman up with his black child. He was holding her still, using her hips to keep himself as deep as possible while firing another seven large loads of sperm into Toni’s receptive cunt. It was only when he knew he was completely through dumping and could do no more damage that he pulled out of her and sat back up to look at his handy work. 

Toni still lay completely spread out on the large seat. Her dress up to her waist while pulled down exposing her tits. Other than her stockings and red Patton pumps she had nothing else on. Dan couldn’t believe how sexy this woman still looked even after an hour of being fucked. Knowing she wouldn’t give him any trouble for at least another two hours, he got up turned her over and positioned her up on her knees. He spread her legs open nicely while keeping her chest lying on the seat. She was now in the perfect position for mating. 

Dan told her as he looked into her eyes again; guess what baby we’ve only just started. I hope you told your husband you would be late. Dan laughed, Got in behind her in position and rammed his cock all the way in saying here we go again.



Reunion



She’d been smiling all day long. She couldn’t help it. It had been two months and her on-again, off-again was back in town. She’d gotten the call late last night. The flight would arrive at 5:30. She had been looking at the clock all day long but the minutes had crawled. She’d been so distracted with anticipation that during lunch she had called her best friend by her lover’s name.

“Again?” her best friend had said with obvious disgust. “It’s been two months. I thought it was over for good this time.”

“It’s never been over. We’ve just been on hiatus,” Isabella grumbled. 

“Hiatus, my ass,” Molly snapped. “You sat by the phone every night for three weeks. You checked your e-mail every fifteen minutes. How can you put yourself through this again?”

Isabella dropped her eyes, tucking a strand of short light brown hair behind her ear. The silence hung between them for a moment. A wind blew across the patio, rustling her hair. “Because I have to,” she finally answered.

“Dammit, Belle,” Molly hissed. “I have to pick up the pieces every time you do this.”

Belle knew Molly was right, but she had already pushed her friend’s words to the back of her mind. She knew the last two months would fade away into nothing at 5:30. They would behave as if they had never been apart. And perhaps this time, she could convince her lover to stay.

She hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night, either. Not only had excitement kept her awake, but she had spent half the night deciding what to wear. She had finally decided on a black pant suit with a white shift and a tailored jacket. She knew the jacket accented her figure. She wanted to knock her lover for a loop.

She stood outside of the security checkpoint inside the airport, waiting for the truth to be told. She scanned the heads of the people filing out of the terminal, waiting for that familiar mop of blonde hair that made her heart do flips and skip beats.

Her smile was frozen in place, a combination of happiness, excitement, and nervousness, by the time her lover emerged. She waved excitedly, hoping she did not look too eager. Her lover waved back, weaving through the people toward Isabella. Hands circled Isabella’s waist, then warm, firm lips pressed against her own. Bella’s own arms went around her lover’s neck, returning the kiss, parting her lips to allow it to deepen. They stayed locked in their embrace while countless passengers filed by them. Finally, they pulled apart. Soft hands touched Belle’s face. “You look familiar.”

“You look incredible,” Isabella answered. Isabella bent and picked up her lover’s shoulder duffel bag. “Do we need to go to baggage claim?” she asked, sliding her arm around her lover’s slim waist as they walked.

“No,” Liv answered, her voice soft. Isabella’s step faltered a bit, but Liv ignored the hesitation in her lover. “It’s so good to see you, Bella. I have missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” Belle answered, some of the excitement gone from her voice. If Liv was only traveling with a flight bag, she obviously had no intention of staying in town for very long. 

Liv leaned close and kissed Belle’s cheek. “Where are we going?”

“I’ve made reservations at Alton’s.” Belle’s eyes swept over Liv in jeans and a long sleeved shirt. She thought Liv looked delicious, but she was not dressed for dinner at Alton’s. “I can cancel them.”

“No,” Liv said, “We’ll just need to stop by my hotel and let me change. I have a skirt in my bag.” 

Liv leaned against Belle’s side as they walked out of the airport building and across the parking lot to Belle’s Ford Explorer. Belle held open the door for Liv. She tossed the duffel bag into the backseat. She sat down behind the wheel of the car and started to crank it, but Liv reached out and stilled her lover’s hand. “Kiss me, Bella,” she ordered firmly.

Belle was unable to do anything but comply. She leaned across the car and put her lips to Liv’s, sliding her tongue between them. Her tongue slid into Liv’s warm, wet, eager mouth. Liv’s tongue met Belle’s, rubbing against it. Liv closed her lips around Belle’s tongue, sucking lightly. Belle’s tongue swirled in Liv’s mouth, tasting every deep recess. Her hand came up and cupped Liv’s breast, holding the heavy, familiar weight in her hand. Liv slowly pulled back, their lips pulling apart reluctantly. Liv grinned, her green eyes twinkling. “There’s my darling Bella.” 

Belle panted softly, her mouth suddenly dry. Her breasts heaved slightly and she could feel her nipples pressing against the cloth of the shift. Liv’s hand rested on Belle’s knee, sliding slowly up and down her strong thigh. Belle took a deep breath and cranked the car. She didn’t look at Liv again until they reached a red light. She turned to say something to her lover, but was frozen in her words. Liv had unbuttoned two of the buttons from her shirt and had her own hand on her breast. Belle leaned her head against the back of her seat, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly.

“I’ve been thinking of being with you for weeks,” Liv moaned. “I lie in my bed, alone, at night, and think about you. I touch myself and scream your name.”

Belle was breathing harder. The light turned green and she accidentally gunned the engine. She swerved to avoid hitting the car in front of her and continued the drive. “Why did you call?”

“Because you were so angry when I left last time that I wasn’t sure you would ever want to hear from me again.”  Liv’s warm, roaming hand slid around Belle’s thigh and brushed the apex of her legs. 

Belle jerked, the tires squealing as she steered the car into the nearest parking lot. She parked and turned in her chair, grabbing Liv’s arms. She pulled Liv onto her lap, eager fingers working on the shirt. At least one button popped off the blouse, ricocheting off the windshield. Belle pulled the cup of the bra covering Liv’s right breast down and put her mouth to the globe, biting Liv’s nipple.

Liv groaned in pleasure, wrapping her arms around Belle’s head. “Oh, baby,” she groaned in pleasure. She straddled Isabella’s waist with her knees, holding her lover’s head in place.

Belle’s assault softened, suckling tenderly now. Her tongue massaged Liv’s nipple as he fingers pried open the fly of Liv’s jeans. Liv’s voice was gentle and her breath warm on Belle’s cheek and ear as she encouraged her lover. 

 Belle’s fingers pushed passed the Liv’s fly, pleased not to find underwear. She pushed them easily into Liv’s wetness. Belle found her lover’s bud and pressed it. She rolled it. Liv bucked into Belle’s hand.

 Belle’s fingers concentrated on Liv’s bud, wiggling her fingers against it and watching Liv climb higher and higher. Liv’s hands here curled over Belle’s shoulder, and her entire body was arched upward. Her moans were continuous now as she rode the waves that Belle’s hand created. Her fingers flexed and relaxed, massaging Belle’s shoulders. Liv’s neck was arched and she was groaned. Between her cries of pleasure, she mumbled words. She said Belle’s name and gave encouragement and said words that in polite conversation would have made them both blush.

 Isabella loved to watch Liv peak. Her body would quiver. The veins on her neck would stand out. Her face would flush red and the red would creep to the peaks of Liv’s breasts. She would arch, her breasts thrust toward her lover in offering. Belle’s favorite thing about Liv’s orgasm was the sound of her voice. Liv’s moans would get louder and louder until she was screaming. When she hit her stride, the scream sounded like music to Belle.

 She heard Liv’s song and quivered herself, rising up to wrap her free arm around Liv’s waist. She hugged Liv to her, feeling the orgasm rush through Liv’s body. She tenderly kissed Liv’s breast and neck, making her way slowly back to lips that had haunted her dreams for two months. 

 They were both breathing hard as Liv came back to herself. She embraced Belle tightly. “Why did I stay away for so long?”

“Just don’t let it happen again,” Belle laughed, pulling back. She watched as Liv buttoned her shirt, though she did not replace her bra. She didn’t fasten the fly of her jeans, either. Belle untangled herself and got her legs beneath the wheel of the car again. She was acutely aware of the throbbing between her legs. She squeezed the wheel in her fists. Her legs felt like jelly. It took her three times to guide her hands to the ignition. 

 Liv’s smell permeated the car. Her perfume had already filled Belle’s senses, but now the sweet scent of after sex hung on both of them. Belle tried to focus on Molly, thinking what her best friend would say. It at least allowed her to concentrate on her driving. 

 She did not look at Liv again.



Reunion



We hadn't seen each other for a month. I had been away on business, he was starting a new job, so we were both busy, stressed out, and generally negligent of our relationship.

My lover flew up to meet me and help me drive back home. Since he was very busy at his new job, he only had one day off that week, so I drove my packed car to the airport, picked him up, and we started the eight-hour drive home.

I was nervous on the way to meet my lover. The month's absence had been a mixed blessing, and I was not sure how I would feel seeing him again. Recently, our relationship had gone through a lot of turmoil, and I knew we were both questioning its durability.

I got lost on the drive over, so I was running late, and I received an impatient phone call from him saying that he was waiting in front of the terminal. So much for the exciting greeting I had planned. 

Still, when I saw him there, standing by the curb, my heart sprang into a fast rhythm. I guess I had forgotten how good-looking my lover is. The only picture of him I brought with me on my trip had us both wearing goofy smiles, so for the past month that was my main memory of him. Moreover, for all of his threats that he had become fat in my absence, he was even more lean and muscular than he had been when I left. I caught a glance of his abs, with had become very defined, and I felt the saliva pool in my mouth.

I hopped out of my car, and we exchanged quick, slightly nervous kisses before he got into the driver's seat. "I was out until late last night, and I don't know how long I will last, so let me drive first."

Out late? My mind leapt to a million jealous conclusions. I wondered if there were any attractive women at his new workplace that would become my competition. We ambled through some mindless small talk, exchanging gossip about our common friends and telling funny stories about the new people we had met recently, then we lapsed into a mildly uncomfortable silence as we drove south.

After about an hour, we pulled into a small, highway town to get some brunch and fill up the gastank. We ate quickly at a roadside fast food place, hardly the most romantic place, and the screaming children in the room were hardly conducive to a serious discussion.

But I could hold back my racing thoughts only for so long. As we walked back to my ancient white beamer, I turned to him and demanded, "Did you miss me at all, or were you just relieved that I was gone?"

He looked at me, stunned. "Baby, you know I missed you."

"Then why aren't you more excited to see me? This is the first time we've seen each other in a month, and all you do is complain about how tired you are."

"Baby, I was out until late last night with some of my work colleagues. It's a new job, so I couldn't just leave early. And I am excited that you're coming back home. I cleaned the entire apartment because I wanted everything to be perfect for you. I can't wait until we get back home so that I can show you how much I've missed you."

Well, I felt silly for being so insecure. I had no good response for him, so I just smiled as best I could and said, "I love you" and gave him a big hug.

He got back into the driver seat. "Honey, just so you know, all the women at my job are either ugly or married or otherwise attached."

Don't you just hate it when your mind is read?

"Anyway," he continued, "there's only one person I want, and it's you."

I got one of those wonderful, warm feelings that spread around my insides. "Really?"

"Yes, really." He reached out and grabbed my hand and held it tight for a moment. "You're wonderful, all that I could ask for, beautiful, smart, and sexy."

I sighed and leaned my head against his solid shoulder, a big grin across my face.

He continued, "See what kind of effect you have on me?" He took my hand, still held in his, and brought it down to his crotch. I could feel his member, stiff and straining against his jeans. I stroked and grabbed at it through the denim. He groaned. "It's been too long."

"Don't enjoy this too much," I warned, "you still have to drive."

He laughed. "I can do two things at once." 

I took the hint, and adjusted my position so I could reach my hand down his pants and properly stroke his erect cock. I pushed down his foreskin and felt the smoothness of his skin against my soft hand. My lover took a deep breath. "Maybe we should pull over somewhere," he suggested.

"Wouldn't you rather wait and get me into our own bed and do things the right way?" I asked coyly as I gave his cock a firm squeeze, just for good measure.

"It's been a month. I can do a quickie on the side of the road and do you again tonight. But I don't want to have to wait another five hours to fuck you."

I stalled. I wanted him, to be sure, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to have a quick screw in the back seat of my car on the side of the interstate. We are grown-ups, after all.

He sensed my hesitation, and decided to take things into his own hands. Driving 90 down the highway with one hand, he used his right hand to fondle my breasts. "Hey mister," I scolded, "people in the other cars can see what you're doing."

"Really?" he laughed gently. "I thought you liked that kind of thing." He took his hand from my now swollen breasts. "But if you don't want them to see me playing with your boobs, I can do something a little more hidden." With that, he reached down my shorts, where he quickly found my clit and gave it a quick pinch.

Immediately I could feel my love juices flowing. "Pull over at that next exit" I panted.

A grin erupted on his face. He pulled off the freeway onto a two-lane road in the middle of corn and wheat fields. We drove out for a bit, until the road became gravel, and my lover put the car into park. "Take off your shorts and get on my lap," he commanded.

"Yes, sir" I said, and I quickly did as he said. He pulled down his jeans, and out sprang his beautifully veined 8-inch cock, its head peaking above the foreskin. I crawled over the bucket seats, and positioned myself with my back to him, both of us facing the freeway in the distance. I got a tiny shiver as the car air conditioner blew cold air onto my dripping pussy.

He grabbed me by my right hip, then used his left hand to direct his cock into my very wet hole.

"Do it slow, I want to enjoy every inch as it fills me up," I whispered.

Kindly, he did as I requested. Slowly, he fed his cock to my tight vagina, filling it as it hadn't been in a month. When he bottomed out, we both moaned and stayed in that position for a moment, savoring the feeling of our hot bodies, connected at last.


I leaned my head back to kiss his neck. "Now fuck me until you cum."

Happily, he complied. Using my hips as handles, he moved my much smaller body up and down on his hard member. "Touch yourself" he directed.

Quickly, I licked my finger, then brought it to my clit, rubbing it in circles. "God, yes" I sighed. I felt the long pent-up orgasm building up inside of me.

As my groans got louder, I felt his cock swelling more inside of me, and his thrusts became harder and faster. I started screaming "Cum with me baby!" My lover said nothing, all of his efforts and attention are diverted to his intense feelings. A bestial roar came out of his throat as he thrusted my body one last time as far down onto his cock as possible. 

We both collapsed back onto the cracked leather driver seat. We rested for a moment, then I reached into the glove compartment and got us some tissues to clean up. We looked at each other and laughed. "I can't believe we just had sex on the side of the road," I said as I climbed back into the passenger seat.

"Yeah" he agreed. "I haven't done that since I was a kid." He turned the car around, and started driving back to the freeway. 

I yawned and leaned back into my seat. "Now I'm all tired."

He looked over at me and patted me on the head. "Take a nap, baby. You're going to need your energy for tonight when I get you back home."

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened my left eye to look at him. "What were you planning on doing to me?"

"You'll see" he said with a knowing look. I smiled back at him, wiggled into a comfortable position and fell into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, we were getting off the freeway at our exit. We were home. He had driven the entire eight hours. "Oh my gosh, honey, I can't believe you drove the entire trip. You should have woken me."

He reached over and rubbed my leg. "It's okay, baby. I liked watching you sleep. You worked hard this month, and I wanted to take care of you."

We smiled at each other, and I bathed in the love I felt coming from him. He grabbed my hand and we rode in comfortable silence for the last few minutes of the trip.

We arrived at home, and he lugged my bags up the steps and into the bedroom. Then he took one long look at me and smiled, before he threw himself onto the bed.

I watched him for a moment before I realized that his breaths were becoming slower and he was slowly relaxing into the bed. He was falling asleep! With that long nap, I was full of energy and fantastically horny.

"Oh, no you don't!" I said with force, and I climbed on the bed and mounted his sleepy body. "You promised me loving when we got home, and I'm holding you to it!"

He opened his sleepy eyes, "Oh, honey, you have no idea how tired I am." He tried to go back to sleep.

"Please baby?" I persisted. I started kissing all over his face. "You can do anything you want with my body…"

He opened his eyes again. He clearly looked exhausted, but I detected something in his eyes that indicated that a second wind might be in the coming. "Baby, if you want it, you're going to have to do all the work."

That was fair enough. He did drive all the way home, after all. "Okay baby." I said, as I unzipped his jeans.

His cock was already moderately erect, so I started rubbing it with one hand while I kissed his neck. When it was nice and hard, I moved down and started to lick it, first the head, then longer and long licks, up and down his cock. I could still taste myself on him from our quickie a few hours before. I could hear him start to get into the oral loving, so I increased my intensity and started taking his bulbous head into my mouth, swirling around the tip with my tongue. With each bob, I took more and more of his cock into my mouth, going until my nose was tickled by his pubic hair. I gagged a couple times, but I refused to stop sucking until he told me to stop. I used one hand to hold onto his balls, alternating between stroking them and softly squeezing on them. With my other hand, I struggled to get out of my cloths.

"Baby, come up here so I can lick you" he told me.

I did as he asked. Keeping my mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, I repositioned myself so that I straddled his head. He brought up his hands to grab each of my ass cheeks, and pulled my pelvis down to his face. I reattacked his cock with vigor, using its gentle curvature to better direct it down my throat. He started licking at my clit, followed by long licks up the whole length of my slit. I moaned around his cock.

He stuck his tongue as far into my wet cunny as it would go. His breath was hot as he spread my ass cheeks apart with his hand, and stared at my winking pucker.

"Let's take a shower" he said and he lifted my body off of his.

I was temporarily stunned, having expected to be fucked right then and there, but I do as told, and go and run the shower. As the water heated up, he came up behind me, and I could feel his hard cock press against my back.

We got into the steamy shower, and he held me so we could both be under the hot water. After we were both good and wet, he got directly under the water and pushed me down to my knees. "Suck on me."

I wrapped my lips around his cock, tasting the sweetness of the shower water. I sucked him hard for a few minutes, then he directed me to stand up and face away from him, using the wet wall as support.

He used two fingers to part my vaginal lips and directed his sweet cock into me, sliding in with the warm water diluting my own natural lube, allowing us both to feel a greater friction. He only gets about two thirds of his length into me, he is far too long for me, and my muscular cervix serves as a painful roadblock to his cock, already bruised from the afternoon's roadside fuck.

Slowly he fucked me with just the first six inches of his cock, but I wanted to feel all of him deep inside of me, and I knew there was one way to do it best. I reached up to the window ledge and pulled down a bottle of conditioner. I handed it to him silently.

He said nothing in return, he just took the bottle. I returned my hands to the steamy wall for balance and bent over further.

I heard him squirt some conditioner onto his hand. Still half-heartedly fucking my cunt, he dipped his left fingers into the conditioner, then pressed one finger slowly against my asshole until it opened up and he slid past the sphincter. He shoved that finger all the way into my ass, making me gasp in anticipation. He worked that finger around a bit, then he re-dipped his middle finger in the conditioner and added it to my ass along his index finger. He thrust those two fingers in and out of my ass, now fucking my pussy a little harder with his cock in rhythm. I was aching to feel him fill me completely.

His right hand reached up again for the bottle of conditioner. I heard something drop to the floor and looked down to see the bottle cap on the shower floor. His left index and middle fingers, still lodged in my ass, spread slowly, opening me up, then I felt the opening of the conditioner bottle slowly pressed into my ass, at the same time, one of the fingers was removed. I felt him squeeze the bottle and felt the cool conditioner fill up my bowels.

The violation of my ass with the conditioner sent my body into orgasm, and I started screaming and my pussy contracted around his cock.

"Watch out" he warned. "You'll expel all of the conditioner, and then I'll have to fuck your ass dry."

With that, he unceremoniously pulled the narrow top of the conditioner bottle from my ass. He dropped the bottle to the ground. He stuck his right thumb into my ass quickly so the sphincter would not close up, pulled my asshole farther apart so he could peer in and see the pale pink conditioner dripping out, and pulled his cock out of my pussy and pressed it into my ass.

Even with his preparations, the head of his cock was much wider than my ass was ready to accept, and he had to push hard to keep stretching out the sphincter. Once he got to his maximum diameter, he just shoved the rest of his length into my ass with a single thrust so powerful, I was momentarily lifted off the ground.

I felt the conditioner squirt out of my ass as his cock drove in. He grunted and started ramming into my ass, over and over again.

I tried to rub my clit as he fucked my ass, but I kept losing my balance on the slippery floor. My lover, ever attentive, noticed this, and told me to "wait."

With a quick plop, he pulled out of my ass. He turned off the water, and pulled two towels for us to dry off quickly. We ran over to the bed, where he lay down a towel, then lay down on his back. "Climb on," he said with a smile.

I straddled him, and he handed me our bottle of lube. "Get me ready."

I took the bottle and poured a generous amount onto my hand. I slowly rubbed the greasy fluid onto his beautiful, thick cock, stroking its full length as he fingered my asshole to keep it open. When I felt satisfied with the job I did, I nodded to him, and he removed his finger, put both hands on my hips and told me to use my hands to spread my cheeks as he pushed me down onto his slippery cock. I sat down completely, then sat completely upright to make sure that I had every possible inch deep inside of me.

He fucked me as easily as he would my pussy, moving me up and down, and I never felt as close to him as I did then with his cock in my ass. With each complete thrust, my pussy and clit ground into his pelvis, and I threw my head back and yelled out my orgasm. "I'm cumming! Don't stop fucking my ass! I love your cock in my ass!" My ass contracted hard on his cock, but he did not slow down his fucking, not even when I collapsed on his chest. 

He held me for a moment, until I started kissing his neck to indicate that I was re-energized and ready for whatever he wanted next. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out my vibrating dildo.

"Grease this up, then hold it to your clit. I want you to cum again before I cum in your ass."

I did as he told me, using the same lube that I used on his cock on the purple plastic vibrator. I sat up, and once again, he used me like a fucktoy, moving me up and down on his cock however he pleased. I moved the vibrator to my clit, and the cold sensation and buzzing was too much for my body still sensitized from the anal orgasm my lover had just given me. My body went right back into orgasm, almost painfully so, and I howled into his ear and felt the massive contractions of my pussy and ass. His thrusts became harder and more brutal, and as my contractions slowly softened, he rolled us over onto the bed so he was on top, and pounded his orgasm down into me.

We both collapsed down on the bed and lay that way for several minutes. Finally, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at me. "God, I missed you. Don't ever leave me again."

I reached up to stroke his face. "You have me forever."

He pulled his shrinking cock out of my ass and went to clean himself up. Then he brought back some tissue for me, which I tucked in between my legs, and we curled up in bed and fell to sleep in each other's arms. 



Reunion



You push slowly, firmly into me and I love that you have to work your way inside of me, even as wet as I am. As the head of your cock enters me I squeeze against you… I want you to push harder, work harder for it… Your shaft stretches me with your second and third thrusts… I often think I like this part best of all -- the moment of entry. My shoulders and neck are arched against the pillow, my head thrown back, and I squeeze tighter yet; you can feel me closing around you, caressing your cock…and then finally you are buried fully inside of me. For a moment we stop moving while I relish the sensation of being filled so completely and we celebrate the culmination of months of yearning…your body relaxes against me as you begin kissing my neck while my fingers stroke your back and shoulders. How long we’ve waited for this…how good it feels to finally touch you in the flesh. I have dreamt the feel of your weight covering me so often, your thighs hard against mine…the feel of your skin as I run my hands down your sides and along your ribs. I think I could lie here all night and glory in the reality of it…

Very soon, however, the need to move becomes paramount... resting your weight on your elbows, you watch my face as you arch your back, grinding against me…you are rewarded when my muscles clench around you involuntarily. Again you probe, testing, and I squeeze you…I bend my knees and spread my legs further apart, seeking to have you as deeply inside me as you can be in this position. My eyes gaze into yours, and the smile on my lips welcomes you. This is what I have come for, what we have waited for…all that we were afraid to hope for…

I see your mood change, as with a devilish smile you pull away slowly until only the head of your cock remains inside of me and you wait…seconds tick by as you feel me begin to squirm beneath you, silently begging to be filled again…my cunt is wide open now and ready to receive you and you thrust hard, sharp, hearing my breath leave me with a soft whimper of pleasure as you bury yourself inside me. Then slowly withdraw, and wait…thrusting again…waiting…again and again… until I begin to anticipate your timing and tilt my hips up to receive you as deeply as I can.

Suddenly you pull out of me completely, and I barely have time to draw my breath in protest before you slide down between my legs and your mouth covers me. You suck my clit for a brief moment before teasing it with your tongue, flicking gently against it…I moan…my cunt is empty and I want you back inside me, but your tongue is too sweet to resist. Your fingers gently spread my lips further apart to expose the sensitive flesh hidden there. Your tongue continues to flutter over me, first slowly and then faster...I am gasping from the pleasure of it, getting wetter by the second – my juices flow faster, combining with your saliva and spilling down my backside to collect on the sheets below me.

I grasp the bars of the headboard, seeking something to anchor me; my thoughts are focused on the sensation of your tongue on my clit. When your thumb pushes into me you feel me rise up in pleasure, arching into you, needing to be filled…the double sensation of your tongue teasing me as your thumb moves in and out of my wetness is such ecstasy...how did I wait so long for this? I want to move my hips in time to the rhythm of your thumb but at the same time I want to stay perfectly still, the better to concentrate on the feel of your tongue against me…the conflict causes me to whip my head back and forth on the pillow as I seek release from the torment you are creating. The soft noises I make gratify you…the knowledge that you can manipulate me so completely with just your mouth and hands is erotic, and you think how much more there is yet to explore…but now you want to bring me to orgasm, to show me pleasure before you enter me again.

I hang on a thread, dangling between the desire to hold back and experience the sensations you are causing and the need to move closer toward release. Feeling it, you exchange your thumb for two fingers inserted inside me…pressing deeply to reach that sensitive spot while your tongue continues to tease me. You know I am close…can hear it in my voice and feel it in the way I am tensed against you, as I raise my hips to press myself closer to your mouth. Just a bit more now, you think…and seconds later you hear me cry out as I close around your fingers. You push them deeper inside of me, feeling the muscles squeeze and release over and over as my body shudders; you think how good it will feel to have those muscles squeeze around you when you find your own release.

Your mouth covers my clit again as my shudders weaken, and you suck it slowly, gently – prolonging the moment and easing me down to completion. As my breathing slows your fingers are replaced by your tongue, tasting the flavor of my passion…reminding me now of the emptiness there, I become frantic for the feel of your hard cock inside me.

I reach down and dig my fingers into your shoulders, urging you back up to me so I can kiss your mouth. I taste myself on your lips and I run my tongue along them…suck your tongue into my mouth, my eyes closed, savoring the intimacy of it. Still, that empty feeling inside me beckons, and you roll over easily when I move against you. I straddle your hips, and looking down on you I think how solid and strong you feel beneath me. I like it here…I can touch you, run my hands along your chest and ribs…lean over and kiss your mouth, my breasts pressed against you…snuggle myself against your pelvis, feeling your manhood against me.

I scoot down a bit so I can reach your cock with my hand…I want to make sure you are fully hard, and I watch your face as I squeeze you gently, stroking you with my fist. I ask if you like it, smiling at the noise you make in reply, and your body confirms your response by the way you surge in my hand. I squeeze you tighter, pumping you for a few strokes before sliding my other hand down to cup and massage your balls.

I slide up, poising myself above you while I position you at the opening of my sex. You can feel my wetness against the head of your cock, slippery and warm…welcoming... This time when you enter me there is no resistance. You feel me squeeze you as I lower myself onto you, surrounding you with warmth… hear my satisfied sigh as you come to rest inside of me. Your hands are on my hips to guide me and my palms rest lightly against your shoulders as I begin to move on you, slowly, my gaze locked on your face. I want to watch the play of emotions there as we make love, as you slide in and out of me.

I stare deeply into your eyes as I press down onto you again. You aren’t sure which is more erotic – my movements, or the smile on my face as I watch you. You wonder how it can be this good…how it is that I can sense the points of most pleasure, squeezing tightly on you at just the right moments... Slowly…up and down, massaging you… I brace my hands beside you to control my movements, feel your hands resting lightly on my hips. The anticipation of each stroke is intense, the concentration total…they are minutes of exquisite pleasure before my own need breaks over me and I thrust hard onto you…burying you inside me to the hilt. I begin moving faster and harder now, fucking you – working to have you as deeply inside me as I can with each downward thrust. I am no longer watching your face, my eyes are closed as I concentrate on the pleasure of your cock inside me.

Even through my own pleasure I can feel your excitement grow, sense it as you approach release…I move on you harder, faster…now watching you again to gauge the last possible moment… your hands grip me tighter, pulling me down onto you roughly. You are so close to cumming now, a few more thrusts…this time it is you are surprised to feel me slip off of you just when you are ready to cum. Quickly I slide my body down between your thighs and you feel my mouth engulf you; my warm, wet mouth, so like my cunt and yet so different…there is barely an interruption between your last thrust and your cock sliding deep into my throat…you feel me sucking you in, my tongue sliding down you and then you do cum, harder than you can believe…grasping my head to hold me closer as you moan with the pleasure of your release. My tongue still strokes you and you can feel my thumb massaging the base of your shaft, the spot just above your scrotum, and as your orgasm reaches it’s conclusion you feel warm fluid dribble down the sides of your cock and between your thighs as it escapes my mouth. I can feel your back arching against the bed, feel your cock surging in my mouth...taste your cum, and I love the knowledge that I can give you this pleasure…

When I am sure you are complete I slide my lips up to the head of your shaft, using my tongue to clean you along the way – to get every drop of you…and then you feel me slide up your body, trailing kisses along your thigh and stomach until my cheek rests against your belly, my arm draped across your groin. Your hand is still tangled in my hair as your breathing slows, and I wonder if you can sense the smile on my lips as I close my eyes in satisfaction…god how I love to love you.



Reunion



Kate and James hadn't seen each other in over a year. His joining the army had created some friction in their relationship, but Kate was overjoyed at seeing him safe and well.

Kate was 24, with shoulder-length blond hair. She was average height, and had an innocent look about her. James however was quite the opposite. His time in the army had left him with an over-manly physique. He was 32; he had a stubble beard and was almost six foot in height. He had shaved his hair to a defined crew cut and the angled features of his face produced a devilish air about him.

As James left through the large, steel gates of the army base, his eyes locked on Kate. He suddenly heard all those harsh words she had said to him before he left. She had called him a selfish bastard, and had told him how she had hated him for this, and that she wouldn't wait for him. But here she was... Waiting. He stood still. He wouldn't approach Kate if she had only come to see if he was all right. He waited for her reaction.

Kate ran towards James and threw her arms around his shoulders, sobbing wildly. James sighed in relief and hugged her tightly. He had spent over a year without women, and now Kate's large breasts were pressed up against him. He remembered how close they had been before he had left, and wondered whether they could get that closeness back.

"I missed you so much baby." Kate sobbed into his shoulder.

"Me too." James said, as he stroked her hair. "I didn't know if you'd come. After what you said..."

Kate pulled away from him then. Her beautiful eyes looked at him. No... Looked inside him, James thought.

"I didn't want you to go. I wish you hadn't gone. But it's too late to hold grudges over that now." Kate told him. She took his hand and directed him to an old storage bunker inside the base. They were behind it, although on the other side of the fence. Anyone walking around the fence's perimeter would see them.

James tilted Kate's head up to look at him. "Not here."

"Yes, here. Now." Kate commanded. She started to unbutton the silk blouse she was wearing.

"Someone might see Kate!" James exclaimed.

"I don't care. I've had a year where I can't touch you, talk to you, please you... God damn it even see you! You won't deny me this." Kate stated dominantly, as she took off her blouse and let it fall to the floor.

James looked at Kate's breasts, held in a white, lace bra. His doubts fleeted as she took his olive-green army vest off him. Even if he wanted to stop her, he couldn't. He'd have lost her all over again. He decided to give in to her demands.

James pulled Kate to him. His kissed her with a wild, unbridled lust and his hand quickly found her breast with its hard, swollen nipple. He squeezed her breasts hard, and she gasped in pleasure-pain. Kate's hand moved down to her short, black mini-skirt. She found the zip in the side. She let her skirt fall to her ankles. She bent down, and was about to remove her high-heeled stilettos, when James grasped her arm.

"Leave them." James demanded. Kate smiled her innocent, yet seducing smile. As she unbuckled James's belt, her mind flittered to her wardrobe, packed full of high-heels. James asked her to buy them... Hundreds of them. She knew he'd be the man she'd known a year ago when he saw her dressed in them... Only them. She knew how he'd become an animal - a lust crazed animal. He'd take her like a slut, and she'd succumb to his demands.

Kate finally managed to undo his army combat trousers, and she pulled them down to his ankles. James stood in his black boxer shorts, and Kate knelt in her white-lace bra and panties. She'd bought them especially, James thought. He could see her nipples through the lace, and her blond 'forest', as he liked to call it, through the lace in her panties.

James kicked off his boots and pulled down his boxer shorts, to reveal his long, thick member. Kate was still on her knees. James thought about asking her... She hadn't enjoyed giving him oral sex before he had left. She'd do it to please him, but rarely found satisfaction in it for herself. However, before James could ask her, he felt Kate's lips lock around the head of his cock. She began to suck him furiously, as if it was their last day together all over again.

Kate moved one hand up to James's cock. She clamped her fingers around it and began to masturbate him as she licked his cock-head. Her tongue entered his man's eye and she flicked her tongue up over it. Her left hand was grasping at the back of James's thigh. Every time she pushed her mouth down on his cock as far as she could take him, her nails dug into the back of his leg.

James looked down at the blond head, which was rocking back and forth, hungrily sucking on him. The back of his thigh was beginning to bleed, and become excruciatingly painful, but he wanted Kate to have her fill of him. James felt his testicles twitch. He wanted to cum, but he wouldn't. Not yet. He took a quick look around. He could see guards posted at the opposite side of the fence. Thankfully they were watching the soldiers and their wives.

James grasped Kate's hair and began to force her to suck him at a slower pace. He could not cum without feeling her tight pussy muscles around his cock. Suddenly he pulled Kate's hair hard, so his cock was forced from her mouth.

"Strip." James commanded. With that one word, Kate almost climaxed. He was going to take her like a slut. Force her. Kate stood and brushed the dirt off of her knees. She pulled one bra strap down over her arm, and then the other. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. She let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were now exposed. James's cock twitched again as he saw them. Just how he remembered. Full, perfectly curved, and with rosy pink nipples, standing to attention.

"More." James again commanded her. Kate let her hands stroke slowly across her body, and gently down to the elastic of her panties. She slowly pulled them down her legs, bending over slightly as she did so. James could see Kate's blond 'forest' in all its glory. He could make out her swollen little love-bud, and he could see her lips, swollen and moist between her legs. The sight alone of her naked, wearing just high-heels would normally have been enough to make him cum. He had to hold it back. He did, barely.

James roughly pulled Kate to him. He span her round and pushed at her shoulders until she was bent over in front of him. He pushed his cock-head inside her, and with one hard thrust, penetrated her completely. Having been celibate for over a year, Kate was extremely tight around James's cock. She wanted to scream, but she knew that if she did the soldiers at the base would think she was being raped, from the way James was harshly pounding her pussy; although little did Kate know that one of the soldiers had spotted them whilst checking the perimeter, and was quietly rubbing himself while he watched them.

Kate started moaning. She couldn't help it, she was about to climax. James pounded her harder and grabbed a handful of her hair. He pulled her head up until she was almost lifted off the ground. James held onto her hair with one hand, and roughly placed his big hand over Kate's mouth. He felt her pussy muscles tighten as he fucked her harder. She could barely stand up. Only James's cock, forced as far into her as it could go, was keeping her from falling.

Suddenly Kate shuddered. James let go of her hair and grabbed her around her waist. He felt her climax, and he pressed his hand tighter around her mouth. James slowed his thrusts down when he felt her juices drip down his balls and legs. He looked over towards the fence. A crowd of four soldiers had gathered to watch them. They all had their cocks out and were masturbating furiously. James forced Kate's head to turn and look at them. He bent his head down slightly, so his mouth was pressed against her ear.

"Look at them baby, all fucking themselves over you. You'd better put on a good show for them baby, or I'll have to punish you." James whispered into her ear.

Kate shook her head violently. She suddenly felt naked and vulnerable with all these men watching her. James sighed and lifted her gently off of his cock.

"What have I told you? You are my bitch and you will do as you are told." James commanded. He grabbed her hair again and forced her down onto all fours. He dragged her around by her hair like a dog, and then made her face away from the base, so the soldiers could see her leaking pussy. James held Kate's hair firmly as he bent down to pick his belt up. Kate cringed. All this attention was making him wild. He'd never even spanked her before!

James folded his belt over twice, so it became a short whip. He lifted it high over his head, and brought it down with a thunderous crack. Kate screamed. James bent over her.

"Scream again and I'll whip you harder." James stated. Kate murmured and nodded her head as best she could with him grasping her hair. Again his hand rose way above his head, and came down with the same mighty crack. Kate called out. With that, James began to whip her harder and faster. Kate was screaming. James stopped whipping her when he realised the men had left the base, and were now only feet away from him. One of the four men smirked at him. James nodded his head and gave them permission.

"No! Please no, James! I can't... Not five of you!" Kate cried, but it was no used. James stepped to the side, and held tightly onto Kate's hair. The men began removing their trousers and boots. All of them had fairly large cocks. One of them went behind Kate, and liberally wet the head of his cock with her juices. The man lay down on the ground. James pulled Kate's hair so she fell backwards, and lay on top of the man. Almost instantaneously, the man pressed his cock-head against her rim. He thrust lightly, and his cock slipped inside her ass. He stopped thrusting when his cock was deeply embedded in her ripe, virginal ass. James nodded to the next man.

The second man knelt in front of Kate, and again wet the head of his cock in her juices. But instead of pulling away, he thrust inside her. Kate moaned. Then the third man came over, and squatted over Kate's breasts. He positioned himself forwards slightly. Kate was about to protest when he slid his cock into her mouth. All three men began thrusting deep inside her, making her moan. The last soldier came closer to Kate and squatted down. He clasped her hand, and held it around his cock. Kate began to masturbate him. Her moans were becoming louder, but were muted by the cock that was thrusting down her throat. Had she been in another position, she probably would have been sick.

James came over to Kate and knelt down beside her. She held her hand out and desperately struggled to find his cock. James jutted his hips out slightly, and felt Kate grasp his cock. She began to masturbate him and the other man furiously, as the other three soldiers pounded her holes. James looked down at Kate. Her eyes were half closed, and she was desperately trying to fuck all three cocks and masturbate two cocks at once. James could see she was in ecstasy. He watched the two cocks pumping in and out of her pussy and her ass. He'd sacrifice cumming inside her for the chance to see her being used like this. Her pussy was soaked with her feminine juices. She must have climaxed at least a four times, James thought.

Suddenly the soldier Kate was masturbating ejaculated. His white seed shot all over her side and her right breast. Kate's muted moans told James that she liked the feeling of hot cum splashed over her body. James held back his ever-growing need to cum all over her. He wanted to see her leaking spunk out of her every hole before her allowed her his seed.

The next man to cum was the one who had been pounding her pussy. He grunted and groaned, and James heard Kate squeal in delight as he spilled his seed deep inside her. Next, his friend who had popped her anal cherry was groaning, and pounding her ass as fast and as hard as he possibly could. Another muted squeal let James know it was almost his turn. James fought his pending ejaculation until he knew the soldier that was fucking her angelic mouth was about to cum. More manly grunts, and Kate bent her head forward waiting for his seed. Kate swallowed most of him, but let some of his hot spunk dribble out of her mouth and down her chin. James watched a few globules fall to her breasts. The soldier that had been fucking her arse stretched his hands over her breasts, and began to massage the hot seamen into her breasts.

James could fight his ejaculation no longer. Kate grasped his cock tighter and began to rub him harder as she sucked the last few drops of spunk out of the cock that was still in her mouth. James bellowed out a manly groan, and he at last got to cum all over his angelic little sex machine. His cum flew over her body, onto her breasts, and on her face. Kate moaned and licked as much cum as she could off of her face.

* * * 

As James and Kate were re-dressing, James took her hand.

"You liked that, didn't you baby?" He asked.

"Mmm... Baby if my ass could take it I'd do that every day." Kate replied, seductively.

"Well we'll just have to find somewhere else for me to degrade you in public then, won't we." James stated. Kate giggled and hugged him. James looked down at her. Being a bitch was what Kate thrived on, he thought to himself.



Reunion



I had been away for three years, the choir I used to sing in was now 50 years old so they wanted us all to come back for a meal and a concert with the current choir... I was going to go, but more because I was bored than anything else.

I was not looking forward to seeing all the girls who used to spend the time giggling and messing around and trying to wind me up, but I was looking forward to their reactions. Since then I had lost a fair bit of weight, in better shape and different styles.

I strode into and spent several minutes laughing and getting to know everyone again, catching up on what everyone was up to. The door banged open and in walked one of the girls... my breath caught in my throat... whilst I may have changed so had they... Three years had been good to them... they were definitely worth talking to now... yet I found myself hesitating.

The concert went well and we all had a laugh, then the meal, I was sat at their table chatting to them, I found out that Claire had recently just split up with her boyfriend who had been a real jerk. We sat chatting for most of the night and she was downing several glasses of wine.

As the night wore on the meal finished and we all went next door to the pub. She had a couple more drinks but I was driving and so stuck to coke, they all went to a club and I tagged along, unwilling to go home just yet.

We ended up dancing together, as we swayed on the dance floor I could feel her pushing up against me and I felt myself start to swell... damm but she was hot, I couldn't believe how she had turned out, this pathetic little blond thing now had full breasts, lovely long legs and well featured.

I could have sworn that whilst we were dancing together her hand went to my shaft in my trousers. Then it was gone, soon the club was closing and with tearful goodbyes and promises to keep in touch they all departed except for Claire.

She was stood outside on the phone as I left and she seemed angry, I hung around to make sure she was alright. As she put the phone down I could tell she was upset and went over to make sure she was okay and could get home. As it turned out she couldn't, her parents had refused to come and pick her up as it was her jerk of a boyfriend who was supposed to be driving her around tonight they had gone for drinks and couldn't drive...

As I had my car and hadn't been drinking I offered her a lift home, it was going my way for the most part. We were sat in the car and chatting on the way it was about a 45min drive and I was in no hurry having enjoyed the night so far. We got to talking and as this went on you could tell she was reasonably drunk as she started discussing her sex life and how her Boyfriend was useless. She turned to look at me and started complimenting me on how well I was looking, I grinned and pointed out that it had take hard work, then I returned the favor by telling her how great she was looking now.

She blushed and reached down caressing my shaft through my trousers, I nearly swerved off the road and quickly pulled into a quiet country lane... I looked at her and saw the lust on her face... she was bust telling me it had been too long since she had been fucked properly...

She deftly unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and began stroking it watching it grow in her hand. I sat back in my seat and groaned softly... I watched as she slowly lowered her head to my shaft and enveloped my hard cock in her mouth, my shaft sinking all the way to the back of her throat. I shudder again, watching as her fingers slip under her skirt, I watch as her hand begins to move furiously under the cloth of her skirt... listening to her moans as she sucked harder on my shaft...

I slowly pulled her off and opening the door I got out of the car, confused she followed me, it was a warm night and I quickly lifted her onto the hood of the car, it was too cramped inside I explained as I rolled her skirt up her legs exposing her panty clad pussy. I quickly pulled the small amount of black lacy cloth off her revealing her soaking pussy.

I moved between her legs and looked down at her lying on the hood of the car her legs wide apart, she looked up at me and asked what I was waiting for... I grinned and slowly began sinking my rock hard cock deeper inside her. She almost screamed in pleasure under me as I filled her so completely, her pussy felt tight around my shaft, she was still a bit smaller than me but for her 19yrs her body was fit and supple, I lifted her legs, bending them and pressing them against her shoulders as I pushed the full length of my shaft deep into her hot, wet, waiting pussy.

I push harder and groan loudly as finally my balls rest against her ass, our bodies pressed close together, my shaft deeply embedded in her tight slit. I lean down and pull her small halter top off exposing her breasts, the nipples pert in the cooler air, leaning further down I fasten my lips around them, sucking and flicking them with my tongue, grazing them with my teeth.

I slowly buck my hips, drawing my shaft out for a second before plunging back into your steaming hole... gripping you tightly I begin building up a rhythm, my hard shaft hammering in and out of her hole, her knees up around her chest, my shaft thrusting deeper and deeper again and again, holding you close as I pound away at your soaking pussy.

I groan as listen to your cries filling the air, with every thrust you grunt almost animal like and as I withdraw you issue a small cry, the sounds you make are getting me even harder, I thrust hard and fast now, over and over, in and out of your tight burning hole, my cock straining as I fuck you on the hood of the car...

I hear your cries growing to a fever pitch, I know you are about to cum, cum with me you beg as you manage to find you voice, your fingernails digging into my back as I thrust into you over and over, hammering you again and again... 

You scream as you cum, your pussy tightening around my cock, as your body convulses nearly throwing me off with the intensity of your orgasm, I can feel your pussy milking my hard cock and with one last hard thrust into you I release, letting my hot cum blast deep into you... I shudder holding you close as blast after blast of my hot white cum is pumped into your waiting cunt.

Lying together on the hood o the car I slowly draw myself out of you and allow you to slide down the hood till your feet are once more on the ground. I watch as you unsteadily walk round to the car door and sit back in your seat... My legs shaking myself I walk round and hand you some tissues to clean up with, I then slowly drive you home, as we get there you lean across and kiss me softly saying she was thinking of visiting me next week if I was interested... I was and that's another story.



Reunion



When I stepped off the plane I was so nervous and excited I felt dizzy. I stopped at the men's room to freshen up; I wanted to be at my best when she first saw me. It had been over one month since we had seen each other, held each other, or kissed each other. We talked almost every day, for which I was grateful, but that left a lot to be desired. My heart was racing with excitement as I approached baggage claim where she would be waiting. I saw her before she saw me and was filled with joy; I would never stop being amazed at how beautiful she is. When our eyes met weeks melted away as if we had never been apart. As we closed the distance between us I took her in; the face of an angel framed by light brown hair. Her gorgeous supple body was moving lithely toward me, I dropped my bags and took her in my arms. Tight hugs, desperate kiss, holding her face in my hands looking deep into her eyes. 

"God, I've missed you." 

More hugs, and I can't help my self; my hand slides down over her ass, as it always does, to see what kind of panties she is wearing. I'm not disappointed with what I find.

"Let me see your belly, I just want to look at it."

She laughs playfully and just says "no belly, let's get out of here." Then grabs my backpack and my arm leading me to the parking garage.

The ride to the hotel was a blur, I just watched her, taking in her beauty, touching her hair, her face her whole body. She smiles and giggles telling me to stop and be patient because she needed to focus on driving. So I tried to restrain my self, but it was hard.

Once in the room she turned to close the door, she felt my arms wrap around her from behind. She smiled and leaned back against me. The world always seems perfect when I was with her, holding her and telling her how wonderful she is. She tilted her head to the side as my mouth moved softy across her neck. Her eyes closed as her body responded instantly to the slightest touch from me. I always try to make her feel alive. My hands roamed her body, cupping her magnificent breasts and pinching the nipples between my thumb and fore fingers. When she felt my arms loosen slightly she turned to face me. I kissed her mouth again, our tongues dancing and fighting, and then I dropped to my knees and raised her shirt. Then I was eye level with the belly, the happiest place on earth, the tiny jewel in her belly button sparkled at me as I held her waist in my hands and kissed all over her belly.

I let my left hand slide up her back to pop her bra loose and as I stood up I lifted her shirt and bra away. She kissed me passionately and slid my shirt off over my head; I pulled her toward me as I moved back til my legs hit the bed. Sitting down I unbuttoned her pants and slid them and the panties over her hips. I began to kiss from hip to hip across her neatly trimmed pubic hair and down to lick at her puffy, moist lips. Then I turned her so I could squeeze and kiss her luscious ass, I ran my tongue up the crack and spread her cheeks to lap at the small star hidden there. Releasing her I lay back and raised my hips so she could remove my pants.

She smiled when her eyes came to rest on my hard cock. I could tell she wanted so badly to take it in her hands and hold it tightly. To lick all over it then suck softly on it. But she knew we needed to be closer now, however she was not above a little teasing first. She moved to straddle my stomach our eyes connected as her hands moved across my neck and shoulders. She could see the desire building in my eyes and I could also see it in hers. She wanted to make it last forever. To let it build till there was no holding back. Gliding across my skin, her nails lightly scratching trails down my neck and across my shoulders and down onto my chest, she let her hand rest over my heart and felt it beat, faster then normal. She looked up and caught my eyes once more with her own as her fingers moved to circle my nipples. I gave a soft moan as she teased all around it. She took the hard nub in between her fingers. Rolling it and pinching softly, then leaned over to blow softly across it. My hands were moving up and down her legs. 

When they reached her hips I grabbed and moved her back just a little. She could feel the head of my hard dick poking her butt cheeks. She moved herself back a little more and rubbed her pussy back and forth across it, making her catch her breath at how great it felt. She had to do it again. Pressing down harder onto it as she massaged me with her pussy. My hands were squeezing her hips hard as she moved. 

"I can't take much more baby," I told her.

She leaned down to kiss me then. I nipped her bottom lip and teased it with my tongue. My hands moved into her hair as we kissed passionately, our tongues exploring and teasing. She moaned into my mouth. She could not stop herself. She was getting out of control herself. She did not want to tease me anymore; she wanted me inside of her as much as I wanted to be there. To make her explode as only I could do. She tried to move her hips so she could move herself onto me. I placed my hands on her hips once more and stopped her. I held her so she could not adjust herself to move onto me. When she looked at me I smiled, she growled at me. 

"Not just yet, it is my turn to tease," I told her as I moved quickly and before she knew what was happening she was the one on her back. 

I slid my hands across her body, my mouth moved to one of her nipples as my hands continued to caress her. She arched her back and gave a loud moan as I gently took it between my teeth. My tongue teased the hard nub until she was wiggling and squirming beneath me. Her hands moved into my hair as I started to suck on it. She was pushing it into my mouth wanting more. As I moved to do the same to the other one she was close to begging, she was on fire everywhere. She could feel my hands moving along her inner thighs now and she moved her hips down trying to get me to touch her there. To give her therelease that was right there but she could not reach. When the side of my hands brushed across her hot pussy she did beg. She wanted my touch there so badly, She begged me to give it to her. 

"Please baby. I can't take anymore". She begged. 

"Just a little more sweetheart, I just got started." I whispered back to her.

My mouth moved from her tits and was working down across her stomach and down to tease the bellybutton. My hands moved to spread her legs farther apart as my mouth moved lower. Her hands were still in my hair, holding my head and trying to move me to the place that needed my attention the most. I was not about to let her rush me though. I let my fingers tease the outside of her pussy. I felt how hot and wet she was. She was definitely ready for me, God I love watching her squirm and lose control. To know that I could have this affect on her was just as much a turn on for me as it was for her.

We seem to bring out the best in each other. My tongue replaced the fingers that were teasing her. I had to hold her hips still as I licked all around her. Getting closer and closer to her clit with my tongue with each stroke, she was trying to move her hips, trying to bring my mouth to her clit. It was on fire, she was begging me, over and over, and finally I gave her what she needed. As my lips, teeth, and tongue danced across her clit she moaned loudly. Close to screaming.

I moved a finger into her wet pussy and rubbed her "G" as my mouth closed over her clit. She came instantly. She arched her back and stiffened beneath me, her hands holding my head tightly. I licked and kissed gently till she calmed. Her fingers caressed my hair and down to his shoulders as she tried to get her breathing back to normal. She pulled me up to cover her completely with my body. 

She reached between us to wrap her fingers around the hard cock that still needed to be taken care of. She brushed her fingers across the juices that were there and rubbed it all over the head. One hand moved to cup my balls, holding them and massaging them in her hand. She wrapped her legs around my hips as she guided my cock to the warmth that was ready and waiting, I entered her slowly.

Her heat surrounding my cock as I moved til I was buried deep inside her was welcome and familiar; I was home. She was so hot and tight around me I stayed still for a moment, I was trying to go slow, to savor every moment, to make it last forever. But she was not cooperating; her hips were grinding upward onto me. Trying to get me in deeper. Her pussy muscles were gripping me hard. Her mouth was moving on my neck, her teeth nipping, her tongue licking. Her nails were scratching at my back and ass. I could not hold back anymore. 

I started moving, in and out. Slow smooth strokes at first, til her nails dug into my ass checks. I thrust harder into her, her moans became louder, she was almost there, she was going to cum again. Her fingers gripped my ass harder and she pulled me deeper and harder into her, her hips met every hard thrust. My moans blended with hers. My cock was ready to explode; I slammed into her again and again. We came together, her pussy muscles gripping and sucking the cum from my cock. Our hips thrust and ground against each other's til there was nothing left to give. Her arms held me tight as I collapsed on top of her, our hands caressed each other softly. 

I rolled to the side taking her with me. Still inside of her, we look into each other's eyes and kissed softly. She moved as close to me as she could, neither of us wanting a distance between us. I held her to me as she nuzzled my neck. Kissing it softly before closing her eyes I rested my head on hers and felt contentment that had been denied me for over a month.

As we snuggled there was no mistaking the deep feeling we had for each other. The intimacy we had just expressed couldn't be faked. I knew that for a long time she had been denied the joy being in a true relationship could bring, so had I. I wanted her to know I would never distance myself from her, or abandon her. When it all started we told each other we would keep it casual but we couldn't stop the feelings from growing in us. Now I needed her like I need air to breathe

Romantically and sexually, we were so compatible, now lying together still warm from our passionate lovemaking I began to harden inside of her, my cock was growing back to it's full length and state of readiness, while still nestled deep inside of her cum-filled pussy.

She stared at me in wonder, and then started to slowly rotate her hips as the feeling of passion started to ignite a fire that she thought was extinguished, at least for the moment. I grinned mischievously as I slowly but deliberately withdrew my hard cock from her sopping wet, pussy. She growled, frustrated, even though I was very turned on, and wanted more than anything to spread her legs wide apart and bury my cock up to the hilt, I wanted her to know that sex with her meant more to me than just about getting off. But about the rawest, most intimate, and closest form of communication a man and a woman could express, about knowing each other so well, that we could communicate with a look, a sound, a movement, a touch. Sex could be an expression of love between two people that have a bond so strong that they give apart of themselves to each other and it was so erotically sensual, the way we seemed to be magnetically drawn to each other.

So, as much as I wanted to fuck her into next week, I was just as resolute in my desire to build a wonderful tension in her by exploring her feminine charms to the utmost. She looked at me, her sapphire blue eyes burning with a look that told me she would not wait forever, but for the moment I was in control. I let my warm tongue trace her chin now, then slowly down her throat to the valley between her breasts. I found them fascinating, I enjoyed how responsive they were to my touch and tongue, I took the nipple between my teeth and gently teased her again; her chest was rising and heaving heavily, her eyes were displaying the wanton need she felt as my tongue slide further down her chest and stomach.

Her need was more than obvious she was rolling her ass, and squeezing her thighs together in a vain attempt quiet the fire in her loins and belly. Even though we had just experienced an earth shattering orgasm, she needed more. It had never been like this before, but then there was never this kind of connection between her and a man before. Her nipples were hard as stone, her breasts heaving, and her stomach ached. She wanted, no needed my cock now! She was determined to have it now... To that end she summoned all her strength, rolled me over so that she was on top of me, pinned my arms at the wrists, over my head.

"I want you now" she said. 

As she enveloped my manhood into her moist tight warm harbor she sighed loudly, She moved her hands to my chest, feeling me underneath her hands gave her even more of a sensual feeling. As she got closer to the height of her passion she leaned over so that I could take one of her nipples into my mouth. She didn't care which one; they were on fire too and needed attention.

I knew what was coming, and wanted to experience it as much as she did. Her soft, brown hair cascaded over my face as I suckled the nipple into my mouth, then the whole round firm and tasty breast, at least as much as I could get. I raised my hands to entwine in her hair. Her hips started working overtime now, trying to experience every inch of the steel hard, white-hot cock inside of her. I began fucking her hard with my entire cock.

I tried to give her pleasure like she had never felt in her life. I wanted to satisfy her as no other man had done before. She fell forward on my chest, the relentless pounding of my cock soon forcing her to grind even harder. I grabbed her hips and tried to get even deeper inside her. I had never so felt complete in my life. My cock felt bigger, it seemed to swell, stretching her pussy to the limits. I pushed it all the way in and held it as it seemed to explode in her pussy. I knew she felt my cock jerk inside her then she came again. I lost count of the number of times she came or of the number of times my cock ejaculated, but we could both feel wetness dripping down our legs by the time we were done. 

She had taken me to heaven; I hoped I had done the same for her. Now I was sated, and fulfilled, and ready to face anything with my friend and lover.



Reunion



You never forget the first girl you have sex with. Mine was named Sue. To this day I still think about her.

I ran into her the other day at the market. She was still hot, just as she was in high school. Same long dirty-blonde hair, tight little ass and beautifully curved tits. I was contemplating a bottle of wine when she walked up to me and said hello. We hugged hard, glad to see each other.

"How are you, Sue?"

"Good, Joe. You're looking good for forty."

"Same with you." We checked each others ring fingers, which were both empty. We agreed to meet for dinner that night and I said I would pick her up. We went to my favorite restaurant in the City and the maitre'd seated us immediately at my favorite table in the corner. She allowed me to order for her and I picked a full classic French meal, starting with pate, then a clear soup, roasted chicken, vegetables, potatoes and finished with a cheese plate.

We caught up on each others lives in the twenty years since we had last spoken. She had been married and divorced twice, had three kids and was a premier banker, handling high net worth clients. I told her about me two kids, my failed marriage and my idle early retirement.

I looked across the table and remembered the old Sue of the tight rock & roll t-shirts. My cock stirred at the memories of stolen moments with her in dark corners of our high school. 

"God, I've missed you Sue. I've never stopped thinking about you."

She reached out and took my hand. "Same here, Joe. I've often wondered what happened to you. I never saw you at any of our class reunions."

"Something was always going on. I used to travel a lot for business."

"And now?"

"I only travel for pleasure."

We sipped cognac over dessert, both full to bursting. I paid the check and we walked over to the cigar bar for another. I was surprised when she pulled out a cigar and lit it. She offered me her lighter and I lit up my own.

"Are you seeing anyone?" I asked her.

"No. The kids keep me busy."

"How old are they?"

She pulled out a small leather portfolio filled with pictures. "Sixteen, fourteen, and eight. How about yours?"

I pulled out my wallet and showed her pictures. "Twenty and eighteen."

We compared notes on the wonders and horrors of teenagers, then laughed that our parents must have said the same things about us. We had been mid-grade wild, but nothing that ever required bail money.

We puffed at our cigars, enjoying each others company. I was feeling all the old sparks return. I looked over at her to see if the same thing was happening to her.

"Sue, are you happy?"

"I do okay. Two-time loser in the marriage game but the kids make that worth it. Would you ever have guessed I'd end up a stuffy old banker?"

"Never! Professional band groupie is what I had you pegged for. Remember that terrible joke I played on you?"

"Which one?"

"The one where I had you thinking Steve Perry was dead? Had you going for a whole day!"

She socked me in the shoulder. "That sucked! My love for Steve Perry was a religious thing."

"I got tired of hearing about it. Pretty good prank, I think!"

We finished our drinks and cigars and started for the car. We held hands out into the parking lot. Once there, I couldn't resist the temptation and kissed her. Our arms went around each other and it was as if we were teenagers again. All the old feelings came flooding back and we stood there, making out by the car.

"Your place or mine, sailor?"

"What would your kids think?"

She laughed. "Actually, they would be quite shocked. How about yours?"

"They're old enough not to be, but my daughter has friends over to study."

"So I guess we are talking about a motel then?"

"Always the shy, retiring type, huh?"

She smiled. "You know me. As I recall, the first time we had sex I practically had to rape you."

"Tonight, I'll go willingly." 

We got into my car and she called her kids, telling them she would be late. I stopped at the store for some condoms and we were off. I paid for the room and we ran up the stairs, excited with anticipation.

Once in the room, we picked up where we picked up where we left off at the car. I got her blouse off and stared at her still perfect breasts, encased in a black lace bra. 

"Still the perfect 36C?"

"You bet." I fondled them, loving the feeling of firmness. I licked her exposed flesh as she reached around to unhook her bra and let it fall. Her nipples were quarter-size and brown, already erect. I sucked on them like a nursing baby.

We shed clothes on the way to the bed. Sue propped herself up on the pillows and I planted my lips on her pussy. I had learned a few tricks in the years since we had last been together and I planned on using every one of them on my first lover.

"God! Oh fuck! Joe! Shhhhitttt!" Sue squirmed under my ministrations. I licked her from hole to hold, using my tongue and fingers like weapons as I assaulted her womanhood. She still had the same sweet taste and the same light covering of downy brown pubic hair.

After bringing her to two orgasms, I backed away. My cock was now fully erect. Sue looked down at it and smiled. "I've missed that cock, Joe. Both my husbands had pencil dicks compared to yours."

"You always knew how to make a guy feel good about himself. Want a taste?"

"You bet!" She got on all fours and brought her lips to my throbbing member. I reached underneath her and massaged her tits as she sucked my cock. Her hands were all over me, on my balls and ass and up and down my shaft. It brought back memories of the first time she had sucked me off, in a utility closet between US History and Chemistry classes. Back then it had only taken me two minutes to fill her mouth with cum. I was determined to last a lot longer this time around.

"You still give great head, Sue. Damn!"

As she continued sucking I reached for a condom. Sue got the idea and took it from me. She tore it open and rolled it down my cock. She got on her back and I eased my cock to her opening. I rubbed the head up and down her slit, making sure she was ready. I wanted to give her the fuck of her life.

"I want you inside me, Joe. Fuck me good!"

In one thrust I buried myself in her. She let out a gasp and our pubes touched. Her pussy was still tight and her muscles went to work immediately. I got into a slow rhythm, sawing my cock in and out of her.

Sue spread her legs wide and, once I got going, rested her feet on my ass. I stopped a second and kissed her. I wanted to go very slow.

"This is great, Sue. Just like old times."

"Not quite. Back then you would have pounded my cunt for about three minutes and then shot off."

"You're right. Age does have its advantages."

Slowly I slipped in and out of her. I reached down and rubbed her slit, getting my fingers nice and juicy. Then I eased them to her other opening. Meeting no resistance, I slipped them into her rectum.

"Gotten bold in your old age, huh Joe?"

"You could say that."

I rolled over on my back and let Sue ride me for a bit. I remembered that was her favorite position, her being a control freak. I held onto her butt and she slid up and down on my cock. She reached behind and rubbed my balls as she fucked me.

"God, Sue. Fuck me!"

Feeling myself ready to cum I stopped her and put her on her side for my favorite position, the spoon. I rubbed her tits with one hand as I thrust, holding her hand with the other. 

"How's that?" I asked.

"Great!" she cried out. I sensed her ready to cum so I doubled my thrusting speed, wanting to shoot with her. Suddenly, the moment arrived and I filled my condom and her pussy clamped down on my cock as she shuddered to another orgasm.

I kissed her and held her, basking in the familiar feelings and memories. She got up and grabbed cigarettes as I removed the condom and threw it in the trash. She lit two cigarettes and handed me one.

"Phew! Not a bad fuck for a couple of old people."

"Who you calling old?" she asked, smirking.

"Can I ask you something, now that we're adults?"

"Anything, my love."

"I know you weren't a virgin when we got together, but just how experienced were you?"

Sue laughed. "You want to know how big of a slut I was?"

"Not quite how I would have put it."

"What do you think?"

"My friends put the estimate at fifteen to twenty guys."

Sue shook her head and laughed. "That's funny. If you must know, you were my third lover."

"And now?"

"Now is none of your business. I'm sure you haven't been a monk since last we saw each other."

"No. It doesn't matter."

"Nope. I will say you've gotten much better over the years."

"You started it all."

She stopped mid inhale. "Do you mean...?"

"You never knew? You were my first. Taker of my virginity."

"Wow. Somehow I feel honored."

"Honored enough to do it again?"

"Still the horn dog, I see."

I grabbed my cock and stroked myself the rest of the way to erection. "With a hot naked lady like yourself next to me in bed, can you blame me?"

"I guess not." She kissed her way down to my cock and took me in her mouth, swinging her legs around so I had access to her pussy. I licked her slit, again from hole to hole and brought her to another orgasm. She had to take my cock out of her mouth as she screamed in pleasure.

I got out from under her and moved around behind her. I slipped on another condom and drove myself into her from behind. I gripped her hips as I thrust in and out of her. I loved her swinging tits and played with them as well, also paying attention to her clit. We built up a fast rhythm, my balls swinging so violently I had to slow down some times to prevent injury. When I was close to cumming I pulled out and ripped off the condom. I put Sue on her back and slid my now naked penis between those huge tits.

Sue responded by pushing them together, making a tunnel of flesh for me. As my cock poked between them, she licked the head. I took over pushing her tits together and she reached behind me, rubbing my balls.

"Oh yeah, Joe. Fuck those titties. Shoot your stuff all over my face!" With that, she started rubbing my asshole and then plunged a finger inside me. That sent me over the edge and my orgasm took me over. I shot ropes of sticky white cream all over her face. Drops landed in her hair, on her nose and a particularly large one right on her lips. She licked it up lick it was candy.

We jumped in the shower together and playfully soaped each other up. I told her that her pussy was especially dirty so played extra attention there with the soap, and she did the same with my cock and balls. After drying off and getting dressed we went back to my car and I drove her home. We sat in the car in her driveway.

"I'm sure glad I ran into you, Joe. Tonight made me feel twenty years younger."

"Me too, Sue. Can I call you?"

"Of course. I wouldn't mind a repeat at all."

I kissed her then she bolted from the car and up to her house. She waved before going in, then I drove off.

Sometimes, if you're lucky, you DO get to have a first love a second time.



Reunion



I ran into D at a fetish event. We were both shocked to see each other; you see we had been neighbors about 20 years ago. It turns out She is a Sadistic Tease Domme, and I am a sub who loves strict bondage and extreme, prolonged, teasing torture scenes. We chatted a bit and exchanged information, then agreed to get together at a later date to talk and catch up.

I pulled into the driveway and knocked on the door. D let me in and we sat down to talk about what we had been up to and have a couple beers.

We chatted about what we liked in the scene, me telling her I really loved to be kept in strict bondage and teased to extreme levels but had not found a woman who would really push my limits in a sensual teasing torture scene. They always seemed to get tired of it after an hour or so, two at the very most. Maybe I should have noticed the evil smile that brought to her face, or the way her breathing quickened and She licked her lips, but I was with an old friend and felt really relaxed and safe. That was my mistake.

We had been talking for a while when D asked me if I would come downstairs and help her put some eyehooks on a bed She was setting up for bondage in her basement. I said sure and followed Her down into the cellar. 

Most of the cellar looked like a normal finished basement, but at one end was what looked like a closet door. D unlocked the door and opened it to reveal another room that took up the other half of the basement concealed behind a fake wall. 

The beams in the ceiling had eyehooks in them, and a cage sat off in one corner. Other implements of bondage, rope, chains, locks, leather cuffs, ball gags, hoods, were on tables or hanging from hooks on the walls. A large bed with a heavy wooden frame sat against the back wall. A drill and some eyehooks lay on the floor beside the bed. 

I took the drill and made a couple holes on either of the top posts and screwed in the eyehooks. 

Then D said " Wait a sec, before you put in the others I want to make sure they are in the right place. Could you lie down on the bed so I can mark where I want them to go?"

So I lay down on the bed and got in the spread eagle position for Her.

D looked down at me and said, "Hmmm I want to make sure they cant reach the hooks when I have them tied down, hang on a second I just want to put the wrist cuffs on and attach them to the top posts so I can make sure the measurements are right." 

She then put leather wrist cuffs on me and attached them to the top posts.

"OK." She said, now slide down so they are tight and I can mark where I want the ankle and knee hooks anchored"

I slid down until the chains attached to the wrist cuffs and bedposts were tight and spread my ankles toward the bottom corner posts. 

"Perfect" said D "Now just stay there for a minute while I put the rest of these hooks in"

I just lay there as D drilled some holes and screwed in some eyehooks at the bottom posts and in the sides of the frame by my knees and thighs.

"Well" D said, "It would be such a shame not to try out all these new hooks, but something doesn't look quite right." I know you have way too many clothes on."

I thought She was kidding and tried to unhook my cuffs and chains form the top bedposts, but when I looked up I realized that D had secured both the cuffs and the chains with padlocks. My wrists were securely chained to the top bedposts and I was going nowhere without the keys.

I could only lie there and watch as D stripped me from the waist down. Then going over to one of the tables She came back and locked my ankles in leather cuffs and then locked them with chains to the bottom bedposts, stretching me out in a tight spread eagle. 

"Do you know how much I wanted to do this to you when we lived next to each other?" D asked "But you were always going out with someone else then, so I didn't say anything" "But now you are all mine, and we have plenty of time."

I gave a nervous laugh figuring She was just kidding and would let me go any minute. I started to protest and ask her to let me loose, but She just picked up a ball gag and stuck it in my mouth. She buckled it on tight and pulled a chair over next to the bed. She took a pair of scissors and cut off my t-shirt leaving me completely naked. Next She gathered up some rope and tied my knees and thighs out to the eyehooks on the sides of the bed spreading my legs open and totally exposing my crotch. Now I couldn't move an inch, and my cock had started to rise up and get hard. 

"I will have use for that mouth later, D said, but for now you don't need to talk, I like my subs totally obedient, and right now you have no choice but to just lay there and be a good little bitch for me" "It's Saturday afternoon and no one knows where you are, and they won't even start wondering until Monday when you have to be at work." "That gives me lots of time to have fun with you slut."

There was nothing I could do or say, the chains and cuffs were all locked on, and the gag filled my mouth so all I could do was make some moaning sounds. D put on a pair of rubber gloves and put some oil in the palm of one hand. She took my cock and slowly started to stroke it to complete hardness. The rubber glove made her hand totally smooth, and the oil on the rubber made the sensations mind blowing. In less than a minute I was rock hard and moaning behind the gag. My cock was like marble, the veins sticking out, and the whole length glistening from the oil. I was totally at Her mercy, and She knew it. She kept up the stroking for a while until pre cum was leaking from my cock, and I was moaning constantly behind the gag. 

Then She stopped and standing up She said, "Well slut just think, that was only 10 minutes and you are already a wreck." "Just think what you will be like after hours." "Oh and about women who get bored after a couple hours at the most?" "Don't worry, I can guarantee you I don't get bored teasing a man for a lot more than that." "I think of 2 hours as an absolute minimum." "Time for me to take a little break, and for you to lay there and think about how long I have been waiting for this." "And how much I want to push your limits beyond anything you have even dreamed of." "I want to be sure you never forget this session with Me."

Then She just walked out the door and turned off the light leaving me chained up in the darkness, cum leaking from my hard cock, totally consumed by lust, and the thoughts of the hours to come. The last thing I heard was the key turning in the door, locking me inside Her secret room.

END PART ONE

I don't know how long I laid there in the dark, horny as hell with my cock begging for attention, until I finally heard the key turning in the lock. When D came in She turned on the lights and I was blinded for a minute. I heard Her walk across the floor towards me as Her heels clicked on the concrete. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw that all She was wearing was stockings and spike heels. D wanted me to see her body, to know that it was inches away, but totally out of reach. I was starting to get hard again already, just looking at her, and feeling the strictness of my bondage. D stood by the side of the bed looking down at me. "Well slut look at you, you have been chained down and teased for ten minutes and left in the dark for 20." "So far half an hour and you have cum dripping from your cock and you are horny as hell." "Well let's see if we can't make things worse for you?" D walked over to the table and came back with a long black stocking. She proceeded to tie it tightly around the base of my cock and balls, which made my cock turn purple, and get as hard as a rock. 



 "Well slut have you ever thought of a woman's pussy as a torture device?" "Because for the next hour I am going to prove to you that it is." "Most men think of a woman's pussy as giving them lots of pleasure, and you will feel pleasure, but I won't let you cum." "That's where the torture part comes in." "Do you know how hot it makes me seeing you chained down and helpless?" "It makes me even hotter knowing I am going to keep you here for hours, way past anything any other woman has done to you." Standing next to me D spread her legs a little and started to run her fingers over Her pussy. I could see it getting wet and the smell of her sex was driving me even more crazy with desire. Then She climbed on the bed and straddled my hips. She was inches above my purple throbbing cock. She slowly lowered her wet pussy against my cock pressing it down against my stomach. Then She started to slowly slide her pussy up and down the length of it. She would stop at the top, with the head of my cock pressed just slightly inside the folds of her wetness. Then slide ever so slowly down the shaft to the bottom again. God! She was so right! It was extreme torture! It felt incredible! To feel her pussy sliding ever so slowly up and down my cock, but never letting it go inside of her. Every time She came up to the top of my cock her tits were right in front of my face, but that was a tease too! I wanted so badly to lick those nipples, but the gag wouldn't let me! Here was this hot naked woman sliding Her pussy up and down my cock and hanging Her tits right in my face, and I couldn't get off! Every time I would get close She would sense it and get up off my cock until I cooled down, then start in again. After about half an hour She had a fantastic orgasm, crying out and collapsing on top of me as I had to just lay there totally frustrated and watch. By this time I was so out of my mind horny I was moaning and screaming behind the gag. Wishing I could beg Her for release. She recovered and climbed up and rubbed Her dripping, soaked pussy all over my face and the ball gag. I was covered in her juices and the smell of Her was driving me more insane. 
 Then She slid back down and just started sliding up and down my cock again. I just threw my head back and screamed into the gag with frustration, I couldn't even beg for mercy. This brought such a wicked smile to her face as She just continued my relentless torture. She would glide up my cock and run her tits over my face and over the gag, knowing how badly I wanted to suck and lick Her nipples and those gorgeous tits. I was struggling, tugging at the cuffs and chains, out of my mind with lust, trying to get loose, but it was hopeless, I could hardly move an inch. "What's wrong bitch?" "Just a little horny are we?" "The way you are screaming behind that gag you would think I was putting you through such pain, but I am just giving you pleasure aren't I slut?" "You can't be in any distress if a woman is just using her pussy and tits to give you pleasure now can you slave?" D continued to slide up and down my cock until She had another shattering orgasm. Then She climbed off me and sat back down in the chair and spread her legs out to the side to give me a good view. As I looked to the side I was staring at her beautiful dripping wet pussy. I just wanted to worship that pussy, to do anything She wanted just to feel my cock slide inside it, even once. God! I was so out of my mind with lust I was totally lost! My crotch and my face were both covered with Her juices. All I could smell was Her pussy; I was out of my mind with craving. As I lay there in my bondage my body was actually shaking with the need to cum. Tremors of uncontrolled lust just poured through me. Looking down my body I could see my purple cock, rock hard and throbbing with desire. Cum running out of the head and onto my stomach. "Poor slave, so horny and not able to do a damn thing about it, just the way I love to have my men." Well slave I am a bit of a mess, and I think I need a nice hot shower." "Just think bitch, it has only been an hour and a half since I chained you down, and you have hours more to go." "Perhaps, many more hours. With that She got up and I watched her beautiful ass as She walked away. She walked out, shutting the lights off, and again I heard the door lock click shut. END PART TWO 

I am just drifting, lost in a lustful haze. I am living a fantasy, I have always loved strict bondage and I now find myself trapped in heavy chains and locking leather cuffs, secured with padlocks, totally helpless. D has taken me completely captive and I am totally at her mercy. 

I hear the key in the door and again the light blinds me. She looks totally refreshed as She walks over to me, again dressed only in her heels and stockings. 

" Well slave it's now been two hours since you were chained down." "Time for a new kind of teasing game." "This time it is totally up to you weather you get pleasure or pain." " The only thing you have to do to avoid the pain is to stay completely still." 

D goes over to the wall and comes back with some 4x4 beams that are about 2 feet long and sets them on end in a square at the foot of the bed. Then She sets a square piece of plywood on top of them forming a small table. 

Next She places 3 clothespins on each side of my chest. All of them are attached to a metal ring with twine. D ties a rope to the ring and feeds it through an eyehook in the ceiling right over my chest. It then goes down to another eyehook just beyond the end of the bed directly over the little table. D then ties a rope around my balls and runs it down the bed and ties it around one of the 4x4 legs for the table, making sure it is very taught. Reaching under the bed She pulls out a gallon jug of water and places it gently on the table. Then She takes the rope attached to the ring, which is attached to my nipple pins and pulls it tight and ties it to the handle of the water jug. 

My predicament becomes quickly obvious. If I move my balls, I pull one of the table legs out, the tabletop falls, and the water jug rips the pins off my nipples!

D comes to the end of the bed and unlocks the chains to my ankle cuffs, letting my legs free. This will just make it harder for me to stay still. 

"Well slut I see you understand the basics of the game." "Pain or pleasure it is all up to you." "If you stay still you only feel pleasure, if you move you will feel quite a bit of pain." "All you have to do is stay still for the next hour and I will take the pins off gently." "Well lets get started shall we?"

Sitting down in her chair next to the bed She leans over, and pouring some oil in Her hand starts to slow stroke my cock. At first I remain totally still. But soon her hand is working it's magic and my hips seem to get a mind of their own. I try to control the need of my hips to grind and try to thrust to make her stroke me faster but it becomes increasingly more difficult. Her other hand is busy in Her pussy bringing Herself pleasure and drawing Herself closer to an orgasm as She revels in my torment.

I try and concentrate on staying still as Her hand speeds up and slows down but the sensations in my cock are driving me insane. She just sits there, smiling as Her hand keeps going slowly up and down my shaft. This seems to go on forever as I try to remain still while wishing I could move to increase the agonizingly slow stroking of Her hand on my cock. It has been going on so long, and a couple times I have moved a bit and felt the rope on my balls tighten slightly, but so far I have not moved enough to upset the table. Then suddenly the stroking stops, and I think I have made it! But then She grips my shaft tightly in one hand then takes the palm of the other and cups it over the head of my dick. She starts rubbing in circles on the head of my dick and I am suddenly going out of my mind with sensation over load. 

I can't help myself as I scream behind the gag and buck my hips trying to get away from the excruciating pleasure pain of the over stimulation. Suddenly I am screaming more because I have jerked one of the legs out of the table and the gallon jug has fallen ripping the pins off my nipples. I arch up in agony in my bondage as far as it allows with my chest on fire. I am screaming loudly behind the gag, both in pain and frustration, because D has also stopped stroking my cock.

As I come back to earth I look over to see D with an evil smile on Her face, and from the look of D slumped in the chair, my pain and agony have obviously provided Her with another powerful climax. 

D just unties the rope from my balls and locks my ankles back to the chains attached to the foot of the bed. 

"Too bad bitch, you were getting close to the end, but don't feel bad, no one has ever made it all the way through." 

I just hear the sound of Her laughter and watch her beautiful ass walking away from me, as once again the lights go out and I hear the turning of the key in the lock. 

END PART THREE

Once again, after a time, the door opens and the lights come back on. I hear the now familiar sound of Her heels on the floor as my captor returns. I just lay in the bed, drowning in my submission, and loving the feeling of my helpless bondage.

"Well slave you have been my prisoner for 3 and a half hours now." "This is more than you have ever endured before, and just think, I am not bored at all." "I am going to remove your gag, but there is no talking allowed unless I ask you a direct question." "Of course moaning and screaming is allowed, even you could not help that considering the condition you are in by now." "If you understand just nod." 

I just nod my head, and She leans down and removes the ball gag. Her breasts hang down inches in front of my face and I am consumed with the desire to touch, suck, and lick them. But D has controlled me for so long now, and driven me to such depths of submission, that I just stare at them with lust, and hope that eventually She will reward me, and allow me to touch Her gorgeous tits.

"You see, nothing you have to say matters." "Begging would just be a waste of time at this point because I have no intention of letting you cum yet, so it would just be annoying noise to me." "This will also teach you self control, and reinforce the fact that you have no control whatsoever in what happens to you at this point." "I am totally in control and you have absolutely nothing to say about it."

"If you speak you will be punished, and I guarantee you will not like it." "It's time for some more pussy torture slave." "But I need your cock to be really nice and hard for this one."

D goes over to the table and comes back with the black stocking. She ties it first around my balls turning them a nice shade of purple, then ties it around the base of my cock, nice and tight, so my cock is soon also purple, rock hard, and throbbing. She props a couple pillows under my head so I am looking straight down my body. Rubbing some oil in Her hands She sits between my legs facing me with her pussy right up against my crotch. 

D then takes my cock in Her oiled hands and starts an agonizingly slow stroking of my cock. My cock feels like it is going to explode it is so hard and purple. Then D takes my cock and bends it down so it is pointing right at her pussy. She takes just the head and starts running it slowly up and down the outside of Her wet pussy lips. The feeling is incredible, the sensation is so intense I fell like I want to cum right away, but can't! 

I am staring straight down at an incredible fantasy picture! My legs are chained securely to the bedposts, and I am staring at an incredibly sexy sadist watching as She uses my cock as Her personal dildo. I can see it sliding slowly up and down the soaking wet lips of her pussy. Her eyes half close and She starts to breath heavily from the wonderful feeling she gets from torturing a completely helpless male. 

Between being forced to watch this incredibly sexual spectacle and the intense feelings of pleasure in the head of my dick I am moaning in frustration in seconds. I want to beg Her to let me cum but I remember Her warning and just continue to moan and squirm in my strict bondage.




Reunion



"Oh yes slut, I can see the desperation in your eyes." "I am so hot looking at you in your totally helpless bondage, knowing that I put you there, and knowing there is nothing you can do about it." "GOD! That makes me so hot!" 

I watch as D continues to use my dick to rub her pussy and Her clit with my cock head, occasionally using Her slippery oiled hands to stroke it for a little bit. I am out of my mind with lust, I would do anything to get off right now, but I can't even beg, and what's worse is I know that I will not be allowed to cum during this session! I am so far beyond any torture I have experienced before, and there is still more to come! 

Finally D's breathing gets faster and She starts to really moan, She starts to cum and my cock almost slips inside Her pussy but the head just barely gets inside before she lets go of my cock, lies back and shudders through Her orgasm. 

D finally recovers, then gets up and has a drink of water, I figure this was the end of this session, but She comes back over and sits back down between my legs again. 

"Ready for part 2 slave? She asks"

A startled whimper escapes me as with an evil smile She grabs my cock and starts to slide it up and down her pussy again! I am out of my mind, shaking my head from side to side as pitiful moans and cries come from my throat. The head of my cock is so sensitive! I am thrashing around in my restraints trying to get my cock away from her pussy, but She just laughs and grips my cock harder and continues the torture. I am trying to thrash around in my bondage, but She has me tied and chained so tight I can hardly move an inch. 

"Awwwww poor slave, did you think you were done?"

D just laughs quietly as She resumes my torture, I have no idea how long it took Her to reach a second orgasm because my mind was totally gone. I was just a moaning, whimpering mass of horny tortured flesh. D finally had another orgasm and after She recovered she got up and sat back in Her chair looking down at me while She had a drink of water. She eventually reached down and untied the stocking around my cock and balls, giving me at least a little relief. 

"Well slave that's 4 and a half hours now." "Starting to feel sorry about telling me how you wanted a really long and severe teasing torture scene?" "You should be more careful what you wish for slave." "I have to clean up a bit, torturing helpless males gets me so wet." "And I have a few e-mails to answer, then I will be back to have more fun with you." 

And the lights went out.

END PART 4

D came back in and sat back down in Her chair next to the bed.

"Well slave you have made quite a nice puddle in the bed." "The sheets between your legs are soaked with your pre cum, and I am not done with you yet"

D got up and climbed up on the bed in the 69 position and lowered her pussy down over my face. I needed no encouragement and started licking and sucking Her pussy like crazy. 

From time to time D would lower herself down over my face cutting off my air. It was incredible being trapped under her ass and pussy. D finally came to a shuddering orgasm and climbed off the bed. 

Going over to the table She came back with a long strip of cloth and started binding my dick and balls with it. When She finished only the last inch of my cock and the head remained exposed. D then squirted a large quantity of lube into Her right hand.

She then sat between my legs facing me and grabbed the length of my cock in Her left hand so it was pointing right at Her. The head of my cock was swollen and purple where it stuck out of the wrapping. D took Her right hand and grasped the exposed top couple inches of my dick like She was going to pull a rope toward Her. She then started to very Slowly stroke back and forth on the head of my cock. 

The head of my bound cock was so sensitive; I started moaning and tried to struggle in my bonds but could hardly move an inch. "What a horny little slut you are." "Poor bitch hasn't cum in over 5 hours." 

I was out of my mind with lust, I just wanted to cum so bad, the sensations of Her stroking were so intense, but the stroke was so slow it just kept me on the edge. 

"You have permission to beg now slut, I want to hear you beg me to let you cum."

I started begging like crazy, I was totally gone, and Her slow stroking of just the head of my cock had me insane. I struggled, trying to pump my dick faster in Her hand but the bondage was too tight and She just kept up that maddeningly slow steady pace. I felt myself slowly getting closer, it was taking forever but I could feel my orgasm building. I was almost there but the slow steady stroke kept me right on the edge for a long time. 

Finally I felt myself nearing the edge, my training kicked in and I started begging D for permission to cum. 

"Good thing you remembered to ask slut, or I might have made you wait even longer." "But since you have been such a good bitch, you may cum."

That did it, I exploded! I remember screaming, and arching in my bonds so hard I thought I might pull my arms out of the sockets. My orgasm just seemed to go on forever, even after I would think it was over and collapse on the bed, aftershocks would hit me, and make me shake all over for minutes after. 

Finally when I came back to earth I looked down to see D still sitting between my legs, but she had a shot glass in Her hand. She placed the head of my cock in it as She carefully unwrapped my cock. 

As the wrapping loosened up all the cum that had been trapped in my cock started to flow into the shot glass. D then brought the glass up over my face and as I opened my mouth obediently, She poured it in. 

As D went around the bed releasing the restraints I could only lay there in total exhaustion. 

"Well that was a fun session slut, but of course next time we will have to see if we can't make you last a little longer." 

THE END



Reunion



Daria opened her eyes to the sound of someone pounding on her door.

"Who could that be?" she wondered. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. Her chocolate brown eyes narrowed in anger when she saw that it was only 6AM. She thought about ignoring it, but the knocking only got louder. She threw back her covers, shivering at the feel of cold air on her bare flesh. Her caramel shin was covered in goose bumps. She quickly scooped up her silk robe and slid it on. 

"This better be important," she yelled as she made her way to the front door. Temper made her want to fling open the door and confront her early morning visitor, but she checked that rash impulse and looked through the peephole. One glance and she was fumbling with the locks eager to get them open. She flung herself at the man on the other side. Logan wrapped his long arms around the beautiful black woman clinging to him. His bright blue eyes traced every feature of her 5'3" frame. Daria had the perfect hourglass figure 36-26-36. Her ass was as round as a peach. Her full lips were soft and juicy. Her eyes always made him think of melted chocolate. People who saw them together were probably struck by how opposite they were. His blue eyes and blond hair were the perfect complement to his fair skin. He was 6'4" with the build of a pro basketball player. 

"Logan, what are you doing here? I thought you would be in LA until Friday." Logan was vice president of a nationally known advertising firm.

"I wrapped things up early because I couldn't wait to get back," said Logan. "I couldn't spend one more night without you." He fingered the silk robe the barely covered her body. He could tell she was naked underneath. "So, did you miss me?" he said as he ran his hand down her back to her butt and then under the hem of her robe. He gently rubbed her soft skin as he lowered hi head to capture her lips. Her lips parted automatically to receive the soft thrust of his tongue. She moaned as he rubbed his rapidly hardening erection against her flat belly. 

"It's been so long," she said. "These last two weeks without you have been torture," she mumbled against his lips. He trailed his mouth down her neck, nibbling gently. He stopped to suck at the base of her throat. "That's my spot," she moaned, running her hands through his short hair. He caressed her breast with his left hand while untying her robe's sash with the other. He quickly stripped the robe from her body. He lowered his head to capture her nipple with his teeth. He bit down gently, and then soothed the pain with his tongue. He backed her against the wall as he slid his mouth down her flat belly to the nest of dark brown curls below. Logan parted her legs with his broad shoulders. He ran his fingers up her thighs and plunged two fingers into her pussy. She was hot and moist. He thrust his fingers in and out while his tongue lapped at her clit.

"Oooh, baby, " Daria moaned with pleasure, tearing at the buttons on his shirt. The shirt finally opened, letting her run her hands over his chest. Her fingers traced circles around his erect nipples. As Logan's fingers continued to thrust into Daria's wet pussy, she dug her short nails into his shoulders. Daria's legs quivered, the movements of Logan's tongue and fingers sending sparks through her body.

"I'm cumming," Daria yelled. Logan pressed his tongue hard against her clit, while she flooded his hand her moisture. 

"Ambrosia," Logan exclaimed licking her cum from his hand.

Daria slumped against the wall, as quivers ran through her body. Logan lifted her into her arms and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and toed off his socks and shoes. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers in one motion. Daria licked her lips as his rock hard cock was uncovered. He climbed on the bed next to her and ran his hands down her body. He could never get over the way his hands looked next to her caramel skin. Her dark nipples hardened again as he bent his head to suckle her right breast. He captured her left breast in his hand. He pinched the stiff peak between his thumb and forefinger. Daria's back arched, forcing her breast deeper into Logan's mouth. Indescribable sensations radiated throughout Daria's body. Her moans became louder as Logan continued to suckle. 

"Enough," Daria cried. " I need you inside me now." She clasped his pulsing erection in her hands. Daria ran her fingers up his cock, from base to tip. She massaged the fluid she found at the tip into his shaft. Daria spread her legs and guided him to her pussy. He rubbed his cock against her and pushed deep into her. They both lay motionless, savoring the moment. Slowly, he began to withdraw, her pussy's walls grasping his cock. As he thrust back into her, she tightened her muscles, gripping his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist trying to keep him trapped within her, but he kept up a slow but steady rhythm. He'd pull out until only the head of his cock remained within her and then slowly push back into her pussy, inch by inch. It drove her crazy. 

"Move faster," Daria screamed' "I'm almost there." The room was filled with the sound of Daria's moans as Logan continued his rhythm. Daria dug her nails into Logan's back, but he refused to increase his pace. 

"What's your hurry?" Logan whispered. "Enjoy the ride," he said and began nibbling on her neck. Even as Logan said it, he could fell his ball drawing tighter. He knew he couldn't last much longer. He began to thrust harder and faster. Daria's hips pumped faster to match Logan's pace. She felt her climax coming closer. Her pussy's walls contradicted, milking Logan's cock. As her hot cum coated his cock, Logan knew he could no longer hold off. He exploded, filling her with his seed.

"Pull out, pull out, I wanna taste it," Daria yelled. He pulled out, splashing cum on her flat stomach. Daria bent her head and covered his spurting cock. His cum filled her mouth. She swallowed making room for the next spurt. When cum stopped spurting, she licked his cock clean. She could taste the tanginess of her own cum as well as his milky sperm. She loved the way their flavors combined. Daria gave Logan's cock one final slurp and released it. It lay flaccid against his thigh. She kissed her way back up his body. She cuddled against him and put her head on his shoulder. Logan wrapped his arms around Daria and kissed her.

"I love you, baby," Logan said.

"I love you, too," Daria replied as she closed her eyes to get some rest. As she drifted off, she heard her alarm clock go off.



Reunion



He had been here for...what? 15 minutes? Not even, J.T. thought, as he glanced at his watch. But he already knew it was a bad idea.

J.T. scanned the sea of faces for someone, anyone, familiar, but all he saw were middle-aged faces. Maybe he knew some of them, but after 20 years how he could he tell? In 1985, J. Arthur Younger High School had been the center of his universe. But now it was just an alien presence that brought back memories of a time when life was filled with unlimited promise, a promise that had been so cruelly broken.

When the invitation to the 20th reunion had arrived, J.T. had barely glanced at it before tossing it into the pile of refinance solicitations and "You May Already Be A Winner!" envelopes destined for the recycling bin. It was only to put an end to the months of nagging by his friends Carl and Neil that he finally consented to go, but he had insisted on going by himself. Partly so that he could escape early and partly because riding here with his friends and their wives would have just intensified his sense of being alone.

But where the hell were they? One drink, J.T. thought. If they aren't here when I'm done with it then I'm out of here.

"Bartender, I'll have..."

"Hon, could I have another tequila and..."

J.T. turned to the sound of the voice that had mingled with his. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. You go first. And let me get it for you, OK?"

"I'm glad to see you're still nice to me," the auburn-haired woman said with a smile.

Maybe she had mistaken him for someone else. Or maybe he just couldn't remember who she was. Either way it was awkward. "Forgive me, but I...I don't..."

"It's all right, J.T., I wouldn't have expected you to recognize me. I'm Angelica."

That was no help. The only Angelica he knew in high school was a little tomboy named Angelica Morretti.

"Morretti," she added.

"Oh my God, Angelica! You look so...so..."

"So much like a girl?" Angelica said as she raised one sculpted eyebrow.

"No, no...I meant..."

J.T.'s embarrassed stammer was overridden by Angelica's full-throated laugh. "No worries. I grew my hair, I put on the 'little black dress' that all the magazines say you simply must have and I learned to actually look at people when I talk to them. Hey, we all change."

Those weren't the only changes, J.T. noticed. In high school, Angelica's figure could best be described as "wiry." Now, though she was still on the slender side, there were curves. Definite curves. And gone were the pink-tinted glasses that had hidden Dutch chocolate eyes speckled with tiny gold flecks.

"Yes, we do, but your changes are better than mine, J.T. finally answered, tapping the dusting of gray at his temple.

"Some people go through some hard changes. J.T. I'm very sorry about Monica."

Monica had been part of the unlimited promise of high school. She was neither the prettiest girl in school nor the most popular, but she was close in both areas. Monica and J.T. had fallen in love in their senior year and never fallen out of it. They were, everyone agreed, the perfect couple. Perfection ended three years ago when an SUV ran a red light and turned Monica's Honda into a twisted-metal coffin.

"Oh. I...I didn't...um... realize you knew. Thank you."

Laying her hand across J.T.'s, Angelica stared up into his eyes. "I didn't mean to bring back painful memories. I just wanted you to know that I always thought she was the kindest, nicest girl at Younger. You deserved to be together because you were the same way."

"Me? I never thought I was..."

"Ssssh! Listen to me. You were popular, good-looking, one of the 'Big Three' on the basketball team. Yet you still always said hi to me, took time to talk with me in the hall, even asked me to dance at Homecoming. It meant a lot."

A blush crawl across J.T.'s fair features and he searched his brain for something to break the silence that was becoming awkward. Then he heard that laugh again.

"Hey, basta!, as my grandma used to say. Enough. No more serious and melancholy. How about I ask you to dance this time?"

J.T. accepted the offer delightedly. Who was this woman who held his hand as they walked out to the dance floor and curled into his arms once they got there? Who was this vibrant, confident creature that had once been shy little Angelica Morretti? Who was this sexy... Even the thought of the word jolted him. He hadn't thought of a woman as sexy since Monica died. Even more of a jolt was the realization that his body obviously found her sexy as well.

God, this was so embarrassing! She was going to be able to feel what was happening to him. Even though the song wasn't nearly over, J.T. tried to step back from her, but Angelica's fingers pressed firmly against the back of his neck, holding him close. Those chocolate eyes bored into his and then he heard, "Don't. It's OK. It's very much OK."

For the first time since he had arrived that night, the flood of high school memories came pouring in. But not in a good way. He felt awkward, gawky, insecure in the way that every teenager tries to hide. "This isn't why I came here, Angelica, or why I danced with you."

"Really? It's the only reason I came here. This place doesn't hold great memories for me, but it was worth coming back, even if it was just for one more dance. But if you want honesty, I'll admit that when I thought about tonight I thought about more than just dancing. So, no games. No 'will she or won't she?' If you want me, I'm yours. If you don't, I'll be disappointed. But I'll understand, and this reunion will still be the best memory I'll ever have of Younger."

Angelica waited for her words to sink in, then smiled and said, "And don't look so shocked. I'm not a 17-year-old virgin anymore. C'mon, take a walk with me."

J.T. took her hand and followed her out the door. Not because her words had been arousing or flattering -- though they most certainly were -- but because there was a tenderness in them that reached parts of him he didn't think still existed.

In a perfect world, they would have held hands as they strolled along tree-lined walks that wound through brick buildings designed when architecture spoke of art and romance. But Younger wasn't like that. It was a '70s pile of concrete pods and quads. Industrial chic without the chic. Still, that made no difference when Angelica stopped in front of the door to the classroom where Mrs. Creehan had taught English Lit to her and J.T. so many years before and said, "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me."

And he did. Hesitantly at first, tasting the hint of lime on her mouth. But the hesitancy evaporated as he felt the softness of her lips play along his. For once, he stopped thinking and started feeling. Felt the tip of her tongue touch his, felt her fingertips settle at base of his neck, felt her softness pressed against his chest and his hardness pressed between her thighs.

There was desire in Angelica's moan, but also relief. She had played this scene out in her head a hundred times, but was never confident that she would be able to make J.T. actually let go and respond to her. But now there was no doubt about the response, the passion in his kiss, the urgency in the way he flattened his hand against the small of her back and pulled her to him. She was free now, free to take this wherever it would go, and reached out to fumble blindly with the latch on the classroom door.

The kiss that had begun so tenderly had evolved into an expression of pure hunger that neither was willing to break as they stumbled clumsily through the door. Angelica was the first to show how far that hunger had gone, reaching between them to curl her fingers around the cock straining against J.T.'s pants. She felt more than heard him mew into her mouth as she squeezed and stroked the length of it, finally stopping just long enough to pull down his zipper so she could touch him the way she wanted to, bare and hard and so very warm.

Angelica caressed the tip with her palm before circling her fingers around the ridge just behind the head. Though she hadn't thought it possible, she wanted him -- wanted it -- even more now than she had 20 years ago. She reveled in what her hand was doing, pumping back and forth over his shaft, feeling his cock twitching, throbbing. Dizzied by her own heat, Angelica reacted slowly to the feel of J.T. trying to pull away from her. "Wait! No! Why?" And then she knew as the thick, sticky fluid coated her hand.

Too late to pull away now, J.T. relaxed and let Angelica continue her caresses until she had emptied him. "I'm sorry," he said, "that's not how I meant for it to end."

Angelica studied his sad face and grinned mischievously. "End? We've barely started."

Giving J.T.'s softening cock a final squeeze, Angelica nudged him back until he was perched on the edge of what had been Mrs. Creehan's desk, then slipped the straps off her shoulders and felt the silk caress her bare skin as it slid to the floor. The look on J.T.'s face told her that her instincts had been right. "The magazines said I must have little black dress; they didn't say anything about underwear."

Even in the semi-darkness of the classroom, the view of her naked, athletic body would have revived J.T. quickly enough, but Angelica had no intention of waiting. Besides, the short cut would be much more enjoyable. Dropping to her knees, she urged J.T. to stand so she could tugs his pants free. The movement brought his cock level with Angelica's face and before he could sit back on the desk her mouth had enveloped him.

She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth this way, soft, the only way that she would be able to have all of it. It was still tart and sticky as she sucked at it, the taste an exciting reminder of the effect her hand had on him. Angelica rolled her tongue around it and used the tip to tease the wrinkled bit of foreskin. She could feel his cock stiffening...no, not stiffening exactly...thickening though, coming to life in her mouth, and she puckered her lips in a tight ring around it. With each bob of her head, Angelica could feel J.T.'s cock lengthening, swelling, the skin pulling back to expose the head to her fluttering tongue.

Soon it was more than her mouth could hold and she brought her hand up to stroke the part of the shaft that been forced from her mouth. Her other hand cradled his balls, kneading them gently, as her mouth nursed his cock back to the same hardness that he had tried to hide from her on the dance floor, the hardness that she had dreamed of having inside here.

Urging J.T. back onto the desk, Angelica climbed over him, straddling him, ready to make that dream come true. His cock was already slick from what her mouth had done to it, but that was no match for the slipperiness she spread over it as she pressed the head against her pussy. "Now," she thought. "Finally." And lowered her hips, taking the full length of him into in one deliciously slow, exquisite stroke.

J.T. arched his back and pushed up against her, feeling her pussy clench on him as she ground her clitoris against the base of his cock. Angelica settled into a rhythm as she rode him. She had been teetering on the edge of orgasm since the first touch but had refused to give into it, and now she savored every stroke, relished the growing power of the feeling inside her pussy each time she pushed down until denial was no longer possible. Her muscles tightened and electric impulses raced from all parts of her body, all toward her very center where she tightened around J.T.'s cock.

It was happening, it was really happening! And as the electric impulses collided she cried out in wonder, thrusting her hips faster until seconds later she heard a matching cry from J.T. and his liquid warmth filled her pussy.

In the calm after the storm, Angelica slid down until she was lying full length on top of J.T., every inch of their bodies connected. Without willing it or even thinking about it, she slipped to his side and into the protection of his arm as he cuddled her to him. 

"You seem so much happier," Angelica murmured against his chest. "And I don't mean that in a 'Well sure, I just got laid' kind of way. It's more than that."

This time the silence wasn't awkward and Angelica waited patiently, knowing J.T. just needed some time to sort out what their lovemaking had meant and how to put it into words. Finally, he turned his face to her and saw the caring there, the willingness to understand.

"It's the first time I've felt connected in three years," J.T. said. "Loneliness is a horrible thing, but it's even more horrible when you feel like the alternatives are worse. I missed being with people but couldn't stand to be around them, y'know? Carl and Sandy, Neil and Gloria -- they've tried, I mean really tried, to make me feel better, to take care of me since Monica died. But I couldn't just think of them as people; they were reminders. And reminders made things worse. I think you may have taught me to start enjoying people again."

Angelica kissed both of his cheeks and the tip of his nose before easing off the desk. "C'mon, let's take you back inside and reintroduce you to the world."

As they stepped back into the reunion room, J.T. took Angelica's hand and smiled down at her. "Y'know I never did buy you that drink yet."

Angelica kissed his hand before withdrawing hers. "You go ahead. I think I need to clean up a little bit. I'll meet you back at the bar."

Twenty minutes later, J.T. was still waiting, his eyes scanning the same sea of middle-aged faces he had seen when he first arrived. Where could she be?

Angelica Morretti, the girl who had grown up on the Eastside and watched others with envy as her youth faded away behind the counter of her parents' deli, slid behind the wheel of her BMW Z4, the kind of car she had always wanted. She had gotten most of the things she wanted. But what she wanted most, the boy who unknowingly had been her lifeline in high school and who had grown into the kind and caring man that she knew he would, she would never get. And she couldn't even tell him why.

As the BMW slid out of the parking lot into the nighttime traffic, Angelica turned on the CD player.

Late at night, the big old house gets lonely
I guess every port of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is only
Given to a man with hands as cold as ice.

Angelica could only pray that the tears would stop before she got home.



Reunion



Ahh, now I remember why I was willing to come to this silly reunion.

The reunion activities were a total bore. I remember why I didn't like these people very much even in college. It's sort of amazing that I married Jim; he likes them well enough. I was bored and went out for my walk.

But here, in my own special place, this is my favorite place from college. It's a little wooded glade right near the stream that cuts off the northern corner of campus. I spent nearly every warm-enough afternoon studying here; it's quiet, soft, and very private. Truth to tell, I spent a fair amount of time here even when I wasn't studying. It's the perfect place to fantasize, and if the fantasy was interesting enough, to touch myself, even to strip nude and touch myself for hours. Even though I hadn't been in this place in ten years, it was just like yesterday.

Most of the time I came here alone, but once I brought a boyfriend here. The sex was nice, as usual with him, but it sort of ruined the moment for me; alone was better. I had a woman friend who came here with me a couple of times, and we would each go into our own separate reverie, although once we told each other our fantasies and touched ourselves together. But, really, the best was when I was here alone.

I was just lying here enjoying the calm and the breeze and my little fantasy, touching myself lightly, just now when I heard the soft snap of someone approaching. It seems that someone else has discovered my space. Oh, my, she is beautiful. I don't think she has seen me yet.

She sort of resembles me, especially as I was I college.  Very dreamy face, lost in her own thoughts. Shoulder-length curly hair, light strawberry blond, slim but athletic, moves like a dancer. She has spread a soft white blanket on the softest part of the ground and is carefully taking her clothes off. Her body almost takes my breath away, muscular without being gross, perfectly formed small breasts with salmon areolas, her blonde pubic hair barely visible on her alabaster skin. She looks around as if expecting to see someone, but no one is here.

She lies onto the blanket facing the opening of the glade, and starts just enjoying the sunlight and the light breeze. She is just slightly chilled; I can see her nipples crinkling up from here. She begins to lightly trace around her breasts, her sides, her belly with her fingers, seemingly starting to fantasize as she touches herself.

As she touches, she sort of hums or moans gently to herself. Her fingers stray to her pubes, once, twice, very subtly, hardly touching there at all at first. She touches the insides of her thighs, her lips, her belly, her breasts, her neck. She seems completely lost in her reverie, as I was before she arrived.

I can't help myself; my fingers start to stroke my own nipples, my belly, my curly blond pubes, my thighs. I imagine what it would be like to touch her, to have her responding to my touches. To have her touch me as no woman ever has.

I am drawn to her. I have just my hair elastic and my silver waist chain on, but I feel as if she knows I am here, is inviting me silently to her soft blanket, to her touches.  I approach her silently, naked as she is, and her eyes open slowly. She smiles as if she has expected me, known I would be here. She extends her hand to invite me, her fingertips glistening faintly from her touching. I sit alongside her, kiss her hand, catching the wonderful scent on her fingers (and mine). The touch is like an electrical charge, spreading from my fingers and lips to my whole body and then focusing on my clit.

Sitting beside her, I start letting my fingers roam over her face and soft curly hair. Her beautiful eyes smile at me and I lightly scratch her neck, her scalp, onto her breasts. I am rewarded with a little gasp as she arches her back so I will touch her nipples. They harden even more as I circle them, gently pinch them between finger and thumb. I lower my mouth to the far one, rubbing my face and my fingers against this one, reach up to touch her face as I lick and suck. I kiss my way up her chest, her neck, nibbling on her ear before coming to rest with my lips on hers. She tastes faintly of berries, and I see she has a few nearby she must have picked on the way in here. I take one and crush it between our lips and teeth, so we taste it and each other's tongues at the same time. My hand continues to stroke her breast, her side, her hip as I kiss her.

She lifts her hips to invite my fingers to her mound. I comb her soft pubes with my fingertips, enjoying the hairs rising as I do. She opens her legs and lift up so my fingers are between her lips, and kisses me deeper as my fingers become damp with her juices. She lightly strokes my shoulder and neck, guiding my face down between her breasts. I lie between her legs and move my mouth back and forth between her breasts, kissing and sucking each in turn. Her hips rise and fall as I do; she is trying to rub her mound against my belly and I am encouraged to lick downward along her belly, rub my face in her hairs, breathe her lovely scent.

I move lower between her legs and admire her labia, her mound, her smell. Her legs spread wider and I can just see the tip of her clit jutting out a bit, inviting me to touch her, to taste her. Although I have never done this before, my fantasies tell me what I must do, and I begin a long slow lick separating her lips with my tongue. Finally the middle of my tongue starts onto her clit, and she jumps like she has just gotten a jolt of electric charge in her center. I lick upward, slowly, slowly, using my whole tongue to taste her, to feel her vibrato as I lick her. I pull away slightly and blow cool air on her, listening to her sigh and hum again.

I take the base of her clit softly in my lips, and curl my tongue around the tip, licking softly, gently, sucking her into my mouth as I go. Her hum becomes a gasp, and her hands are running through my curly hair, urging me onward. I nibble softly on the one lip, then the other, then return to her clit with a harder lick. She squeezes my face gently with her thighs and sighs louder, strokes my face with her fingers, scratches my scalp and neck and pulls me to her harder.

Suddenly I am sucking, licking, biting her gently but firmly, playing her like a fine musical instrument. Her sighs and gasps get higher in pitch, louder and softer, more and more urgent. Her fingers reach down to open her lips further to me, and her taste becomes more tangy and delicious the longer I lick. I slip one finger inside her, sucking deeper on her clit, now softer as she gets nearer the edge, now harder as she calms a bit, keeping her right on the verge of orgasm until I can't wait any longer, and lick her to a final crescendo of guttural cries, opening and closing her thighs, high-pitched sighs, pulling my face deeper into her, until she must finally stop me.

She pulls me up to her face, kissing me deeply, rubbing her face against mine, smelling herself on me, smiling, smiling, looking more and more drowsy. I turn her on her side and curl up behind her, one hand under her neck and on her breast, the other curled down onto her mound, finger just resting on her clit.  I kiss her neck and caress her softly, slow her breathing and just enjoy full contact with her as she drifts off to sleep.

I don't want to leave her, but I must. I leave her my chain, my little impulse purchase from earlier in the day, draped over her clothes. We haven't uttered a word to each other, don't know each other's names, and may never meet again except as fantasy. But before I leave I read her phone number from her cell phone. Maybe there will be another hour during the reunion when we can have our own little private reunion...



Reunion



It had been eight years since she had seen him last. They had met as teenagers on a cold and snowy evening just before Christmas. A group of friends had decided to go Christmas caroling and had invited both of them. Other kids seemed to group together into couples and they were the only two left so they joined together. 

After awhile they ended up at an Elementary school and a few of the couples found corners to make out in. She decided why not, she had not had a serious boyfriend and she didn't think she would ever see this guy again so a little fun wouldn't hurt. They stood close in a corner and she could feel his warm breath and warm mouth on her cold mouth. He kissed really great even though she wasn't much experienced in kissing, especially French kissing. 

Soon she felt his hand moving down her back and around to the front near her breast. She had on several layers of clothes so she wasn't too worried about what he would feel. But soon he was searching under each layer looking to find some bare skin. Below her coat she had on a sweatshirt, a flannel long sleeve shirt, a turtleneck, an undershirt and her bra. She felt his cold fingers brush against her stomach and realized he had made it under all the layers. Then she felt his fingers brush over her thin bra and felt her nipple go taut. He circled around her small breast and reached under her bra and gently pulled on her nipple. The sensation was incredible. 

She felt she shouldn't be letting him touch her so intimately, but at the same time it felt so good she didn't want to stop him. He played with her nipple some more as they continued to kiss. He started to reach down between her legs, but she pulled his hand away. She felt she had to have some dignity and not let him think she was too easy. He reached back under her bra then and played some more with her nipples. 

Soon the other kids were calling to leave and go back to the house they had all met at. They followed along and she wanted to get to know him better, but the friends she had ridden with were ready to go. He didn't ask her for her phone number and she thought that was the last she would see of him. Then her friend got his number from another friend and called him and found out he wanted to see her again. They met again and went out several more times. 

Each time they went out they grew closer both physically and as friends. They talked a lot on the phone and went to the movies and bowling and other activities. One night at the drive-in in the backseat of his brother's car they were kissing and he guided her hand to his pants. She could feel the giant bulge and was surprised it felt so big. She ran her fingers around the outline of the bulge and he undid his button and zipper. She reached inside and felt his warm skin and he let out a sigh. She had never seen or felt a boy's erection before and didn't know what to think. He seemed to enjoy her touching it and she ran her fingers up and down and around on it. 

As their dates progressed so did their feelings and so did the intimacy. Soon she was letting him feel down her pants and she couldn't believe how incredible it felt when he touched her there. One evening they ended up alone in his basement in the guest room. She knew they would be alone for awhile as his parents had gone out to a party for the evening. She had her top off and was lying on top of him and could feel his cock pressing into her. "I want to go all the way with you, I want you to be my first", she said to him. She knew he had had some experience and would make it easy on her. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, I have never been more sure", she replied. 

He pulled her close to him and held onto her for a minute. He gently removed her pants and underwear. He pulled his pants off and his underwear, freeing his large cock. He knew it would hurt her, but as he felt between her legs he felt that she was very wet. He spread her legs apart and gently inserted the tip into her. She could feel the pressure of him entering her and wanted more. He reached up and pulled on her nipple to distract her and pushed in at the same time. She gasped as he went in all the way and it hurt, but also felt satisfying. He told her to relax then and as she did it felt better. Slowly he pulled out a little bit and went back in. She was so tight he thought he would explode but waited for her. As they moved together he could see in her face she was close. Soon he couldn't help himself, but as he came he could feel her muscles tighten around his cock as she came at the same time. She was happy her first time was with him. 

They saw each other off and on through high school, but life got in the way and she moved away and he went to college. She met and married another man and had two kids, but they stayed in touch with a quick note here and there. He was always at the back of her mind, her fantasies when she couldn't sleep. 

Now she had recently moved back to the same area and heard from a friend he was back in town also. Every time they had been together the air had been charged with a sexual current and this night was no different though she thought it would be after so many years. He was the same funny, charming boy, yet now a man, taller, broader, more mature. 

They went out with a group of friends and the two of them ended up back at her house. He was sitting on her couch and his eyes were clouded over with that look that never failed to leave her breathless. Slowly she was drawn to his mouth to kiss him. The kiss was better than she had remembered but still brought back many memories. She quickly withdrew and went to the kitchen to get some water and think. He followed her and pulled her back into another embrace. He squeezed her ass and pulled her close into him and kissed her deeply. "I can't do this" she sighed and pulled away. "That's okay" he said, "I'll be around if you need me" he said as he left that night.

It would be another eight years until she saw him again. It was their High School reunion and he looked fantastic and still caused her to catch her breath when she saw him. His eyes still got that clouded over look when he saw her. By then he had moved out of state so she figured it would be safe to be friends by e-mail and phone. Little did she know that their friendship would deepen and the sexual current would grow even at a distance. She learned a lot of things about him that she hadn't known and they grew very close, confiding in each other about their relationships, work, life and death. Soon they were planning when they could get together and be with each other.

"Let's meet in Las Vegas in two weeks" he called to tell her. She felt very nervous all of a sudden and a little guilty. Should I be doing this, she wondered? Her marriage was not what she thought it would be and there was not any more intimacy there. She then thought about all the conversations they had and all the e-mails back and forth and thought this can only go forward and get better and there was no turning back for her at that moment. She made her reservations and told her husband she was meeting one of her girlfriends for a weekend away. Things were set and going well. The anticipation only increased until the day they were to get together.

They met at the hotel and he immediately pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. He poured them each a glass of Amaretto and they drank to each other. She couldn't believe she was with him, together and alone. He then kissed her again and slid his hand to her breast. He gently tugged on her nipple pulling it and making it hard. He quickly unhooked her bra and she felt his fingers brush back to her bare nipple. She ran her hands up under his shirt and could feel his nipples harden under her touch also. The hair on his chest was thick and silky, so different from when he was a teenager. His tongue dove in and out of her mouth and played with her tongue. 

She could feel the moisture between her legs as they moved to the bed. He removed his shirt and pants and had on boxer shorts. She could see his large cock straining against them. She pulled off her shirt and bra and her pants, but left her black, silky panties on. He ran his hands through her long, blonde hair that was so soft. His mouth found her nipple and he ran his tongue around it and then sucked on it. Her body melted and everything became concentrated into that one nipple as he played with it with his tongue. His hand reached out and played with the other one, making it just as hard as the first one. She reached a finger in his mouth as it sucked on her nipple and she could feel how hard it was and how sensitive. 

She reached out tentatively to feel his hard cock. She had forgotten how large it was. She reached down inside his boxers to feel the whole thing. It was warm and so hard. He quickly pulled off his boxers and freed it completely. It looked so magnificent she couldn't wait to run her tongue over the tip of it and down the shaft. She had gained some experience since they had been teenagers. He moaned gently. She then put her mouth over the top and pulled him in. He was so large she could barely get her mouth around him. She ran her tongue up and down and around the tip, sucking him in and out and bringing him close to the brink. She then moved down to his balls and ran her tongue around them, sucking first one then the other. 

Slowly she moved back up his body and ran her tongue around his nipples and then kissed him. He moved her up further to get her breast back into his mouth and play with her nipples more. He reached a hand down to her panties and felt the moisture soaking through them. He ran a finger around the edges of her legs, along her panty line, teasing her before he reached inside them. All her hair was shaven off and her skin was smooth. He pulled her panties down and looked at her wet pussy. It was gleaning with moisture and he ran his fingers around the lips teasing once again. He then slid his fingers deep inside her and she moaned out load and spread her legs wide allowing him deeper access. He bent down and ran his tongue over the lips of her pussy and around her clit, but not touching it, teasing her into a frenzy. Then his tongue went straight to her clit and swirled around on it, teasing it and sucking it out of its hiding place. It felt so good she thought she was going to explode. His tongue flicked on her clit and his fingers dove in and out while his other hand pinched her nipple. 

Slowly she could feel the orgasm coming on in waves. She squirmed as he held on as her body shook with the orgasm. Just when she was coming down from the high of the orgasm he slid his big cock deep inside her. "Oh my god!" she gasped. It filled her pussy completely and felt like it could reach all the way to her heart. He covered her mouth with his and teased her tongue with his. As his cock slid in and out their breathing matched and their rhythm matched. His stomach fit perfectly against hers and her legs wrapped around his waist to give him even deeper access. He then quickened his pace and could feel her coming again. She exploded again and again. The orgasm was intensified by the knowledge that this man was her first love and her dream man. Slowly he rolled off of her and she realized he had not cum yet. 

She knew by the look in his eyes what he was wanting. She kissed her way down to his cock and slid her body between his legs. Her soft hair brushed against his balls as she took him in her mouth again. She licked and sucked and ran her tongue over the sensitive spot near the tip. She held onto his cock with one hand and held his balls with her other, continuing to suck on him. Soon she could feel his balls tighten as he started to cum. He tried to pull out of her mouth, but she held on continuing to lick and suck as cum shot in her mouth hot and salty. She swallowed quickly and licked again sending shooting sensations through his body. Slowly she withdrew her mouth and they both collapsed against each other, both spent with their lovemaking. "That was amazing" they said at the same time, laughing. They wrapped around each other and fell into a deep and satisfying sleep.



Reunion



It really wasn't my plan to go to the family reunion, let alone having to sleep over at my aunt and uncle's house. I guess that I can't blame Mom and Dad for making me come along, especially after coming home drunk and obnoxious last weekend. They're still pissed off about that. I'm certainly old enough to stay home alone though, but they say they can't trust me right now. Nineteen years old and forced to tag along with my parents to a lame, out of town family reunion... How humiliating!

My name's Sam. I know. It's kind of a boyish name, but it's what everyone calls me. I was named Audrey Samantha, so you might understand why I prefer Sam.

For some reason, whoever had planned the reunion made it happen on the same weekend as a huge farm machinery convention. Dad didn't think to reserve a room early enough and every hotel within 50 miles was already booked. My aunt was 'kind' enough to offer for us to stay at their house. This worked out well for Mom and Dad, because my aunt and uncle had a guest room. It worked out well for my little brother, because he could take one of my younger boy cousin's bunk beds. I, on the other hand, had to bunk in with my cousin, Sherri.

Sherri and I were good friends as children, but as we got older (and she became gorgeous) we grew apart. I was envious of her long, straight blond hair and thin figure. She was a year older than I and she always had a group of friends around and always had a boyfriend since 7th grade. My curly brown hair and short, stockier figure never had the appeal in the eyes of others that hers did. She was a hottie - wealthy and privileged, popular and attractive... such was not the case for me.

Sherri was home for the summer from her junior year in college. As we pulled into my aunt and uncle's driveway, I saw her red Mustang in the driveway, freshly washed and waxed. Another car with out of state plates was in the driveway as well. I wondered whose car it might be. I suspected that it belonged to yet another of Sherri's long line of handsome, wealthy and intelligent boyfriends brought in the 'meet the family'.

We piled out of Mom's van and walked up the walk to the front door together. She door flew open and out came Aunt Beth; arms wide open hugging and cooing over our family. I guess that it had been more than a year since I had last seen her and she gave me a big hug and remarked that I was all grown up in the way that relatives do that embarrass the hell out of we young adults.

Aunt Beth rushed us into the house and she and my mom began to catch up, leaving Dad, my brother and I to sit and listen. After a few minutes, Dad excused himself and drafted my brother to help him bring in our bags. I've never seen my brother move so quickly to help in my life.

Once Dad and my brother had carried in our bags, Aunt Beth showed us to our rooms. Mom and Dad to the guest room, my brother to the cousin's room and she escorted me to Sherri's room. Sherri had a large room that was in the attic space over the garage. It was pink white and had lace curtains and a queen size canopy bed. A loveseat at one end was covered with stuffed animals and the walls had pictures of Sherri in her flag corps uniforms and pom poms. She even had her own bathroom! Her room was as high school girly as any I had ever seen. On the floor on either side of Sherri's bed were two of those inflatable airbeds, complete with pink sheets and a quilt. Aunt Beth told me that I'd be sleeping on one of the air mattresses and that Sherri's roommate from school was in town; and that she'd use the other mattress. The mystery of the out of state car- solved.

I asked Aunt Beth where the girls were. She told me that they had gone to the amusement park and that they'd be home a little later in the evening. They were going to take me as well, but they didn't know when I'd arrive, so they left.

"They're out with some friends, dear. They'll be home in a while." Aunt Beth soothed. "You can come down and talk to us or relax in here if you'd like. We'll have dinner in an hour or so. Until then, make yourself at home."

I was at once bored and decided that I'd see what was on TV. I flipped out my cell phone and called my friend Bobby. Bobby was a friend from high school and he understood me. I would love to call him... no, that should be... make him my boyfriend, but that just hasn't happened. We are strictly platonic.

Bobby and I talked for a while and then he had to go. His prepaid minutes were almost gone.

Nothing was on TV and I decided I'd go hang with the family. My uncle and boy cousin had since come back from playing golf and my brother now had something to do. The boys were off and running. Dad and my uncle were talking golf and Mom and my aunt were talking kids and relatives in the kitchen... nowhere for me to fit in.

After a while dinner was served and I, all alone, was in for a long evening.

Around eight, Sherri and her friend came back from the amusement park. They were both a little sun burnt and carrying stuffed animals. Sherri's college roommate, Jen, was also tall, blonde and nearly a clone of Sherri, except for her green eyes. Sherri's eyes were pale blue. Sherri introduced Jen to my mom, dad and I and we spoke for a few minutes. The girls seemed to take me in right away and asked if I would like to go out dancing with them. I was surprised that they were as eager as they were to include me. I was so bored and ready to get out of my aunt's house that I accepted right away.

Within a few minutes I was climbing into the rear seat of Sherri's Mustang and heading down the street, toward a bar in some area of Sherri's town that was foreign to me. The girls were chattering between themselves over the blaring car stereo.

Once at the bar, we went through the ID check. We all got black X's on our hand. The dreaded mark of underage...there would be no drinks at the bar tonight. Of course, having two attractive blonde girls with me, we were furnished with beers all night. In the middle of the dance floor, no one was checking IDs.

The girls and I left the bar before the band had played all of their last set. On the drive home, Jen pulled a flask out of her handbag and handed it to me. I took a drink and swallowed hard. I handed the flask back over the seat to Jen. She smiled as I grimaced at the taste.

"What IS that?" I asked after getting my breath back.

"Vodka, 100 proof." Jen answered, smiling widely.

It seemed as though I was in.

Jen passed the flask to Sherri and then took a drink herself. She turned and handed the flask back to me.

"Kill it, Sam!" She said in a slightly drunken slur.

I tipped the flask up and drank to the bottom. Jen grinned widely as she took the empty bottle back from me.

Sherri drove back into her driveway and the girls opened the doors. Jen slid the seat forward for me and I clambered out. She extended her hand to help me and I'm glad she did because I'm not always the most coordinated person in the world.

It was very late when we arrived home and everyone in the house was asleep. We headed up to Sherri's room and closed the door. I figured that it was bedtime and rummaged through my bag to find a nightshirt and excused myself to Sherri's bathroom to change.

When I came out, the girls were also in nightclothes and were sitting on Sherri's bed. Three paper Dixie bathroom cups sat on the nightstand.

"Nightcap?" Sherri asked.

I nodded and picked up a cup.

"Cheers" I offered, as I drank it with the girls downing theirs at the same time.

Jen and Sherri sat on Sherri's bed and Jen patted the quilt in a 'have a seat' manner and I joined them on the bed. We talked quietly for a while, and then Jen decided that we should have one more. Sherri poured the three glasses once again and passed them around. Together we took the shots and Jen crumpled her cup, threw the wadded vessel across the room and made a perfect basket in Sherri's trash bin. Sherri crumpled her cup and tossed it across the room, missing by several feet. I tried to hit the basket, but missed as well.

Sherri began to yawn and I took it as a sign that it was probably time to call it an evening and I bid the girl's goodnight. Jen answered my goodnight and said that it probably was about time to hit the sack. She got up from the bed and walked across the room to turn off the lights. I heard the rustling of bedcovers as I eased into my own airbed and settled in for the night.

Thinking back over the events of the evening I decided that the three of us had, somewhat to my surprise, a really fun time together tonight.

My mattress was on the side of the bed between Sherri's and a window. After the lights went out and my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I realized that I could still see around the room fairly well. The light of the moon almost framed my sleeping spot.

Ten minutes or so passed and despite the liquor, I was still wide- awake and staring at the fan as it turned over my head.

I heard the covers stir once again and then things went silent again. I thought I could hear a whisper and I thought that Sherri and Jen might still be awake and talking. Then it was quiet again. Soon, there was more rustling of the bed sheets and I could hear a faint whimpering noise from Sherri's bed.

I turned my head toward Sherri's bed. A head lifted from the pillow and looked over at me. It was Sherri. I heard her whisper softly, "I think she's asleep." I heard Jen giggle softly. Oh, my god... they were in Sherri's bed together.

From my position on the floor, I couldn't see onto Sherri's bed but I could hear clearly though and I began to hear the unmistakable sound of lips on lips; they were kissing softly. I heard the sheets rustle more and then I could hear a soft sigh. It was Sherri's voice. I could hear the sound of breathing, not a panicked breathing, but slow, deep breaths; the exhalations were very breathy, almost a sigh at every breath let out.

I realized then that they were making out. These girls were getting it on with me right there in the room. I listened to their every move, every breath, and every muted sigh.

A picture developed in my mind of what they were doing up on the mattress. Jen laying front side down over Sherri, her lips softly kissing Sherri's neck, and then Jen's finger's exploring Sherri's breasts.

My nipples began to harden and a strangely compelling feeling began to form between my legs. I was getting turned on at the thought of them doing it with me just feet away. I slowly raised a hand to my breast and began to softly stroke my own nipple over my nightshirt.

I tried to sharpen my hearing to tell just what was going on in the bed next to me. The breathing had increased and there was more rustling of cotton sheets. I couldn't help but look over toward the bed and the noises that I was hearing. Through the dim light of the room I could now see some motion on the bed. Sherri and Jen were definitely in bed together and the sounds certainly were sounds of intimacy. With one side of me shocked beyond words, and the other drawn to what was unfolding in front of me, I was compelled to watch.

I could see the silhouette of one head hovering over the other's chest. Because of the dim light and their similar looks, I couldn't tell who was who, but the girl on her back was being pleasured. The covers rustled some more and I could see one foot, facing up sticking just a little bit from under the covers and her legs were spread.

A slightly giggling moan drifted from the bed above me and then a breathy whispered "Yes."

I longed to get up and see exactly what was going on, but the small amount of sights and sounds that I was receiving were enough to have me pinching my own nipples and rubbing my pussy over my panties. My fingers tracing over the material of the nightshirt were no longer enough and I moved my hand under my shirt and began to fondle my breast.

Unconsciously, I guess- I had begun to make sounds of my own. My breathing increased as I began to build my excitement with my own hands. My motion apparently bared my belly and pushed the sheet and blanket down to my waist. I was caught up in my own excitement now and was not so in tune with what was happening in the bed above me. My fingers slid easily over my now soaking wet pussy and I spread my legs even further to touch myself better.

My fingers slid faster and faster over my slick labia. Within a few minutes, I could begin to feel the start of an orgasm building deep within me.

"Let me do that for you."

I jumped as I heard Jen's voice whisper as she began peeling back the sheet from my bed. My eyes flew open wide to see her kneeling on the floor next to me. She was nude and I could easily see her in the envelope of light being cast on me by the window.

"C'mon, let me." She whispered.

My excited condition and a pretty good buzz ruled my mind.

"Ok." I whispered.

I shivered as Jen's fingers first made contact with my arm. Her fingertips slowly and softly traced down to my wrist and she stopped when her fingertips reached the elastic band of my panties.

"Is this ok?" She whispered, leaning down toward my ear.

I felt her breast touch my upper arm as she leaned toward me. At that instant, I couldn't find a word to say but I nodded yes. Jen understood immediately and her fingertips deftly slid under the waistband of my panties and her fingers slid down over mine. Her hand covered mine exactly.

"I want you to show me how you like to be touched." She said softly, her fingers pulsed just slightly over mine as to start my fingers in motion.

I started moving my fingers over myself again and Jen's fingers stayed right on top of mine. She was learning from my lead. Her other hand started to rub over my lower belly. I knew that Jen could feel my wetness as her fingers began to slip off mine. She made contact with my vagina for the first time and my excitement level rose as both of our hands touched my most private parts.

"Take your hand out." She urged me in the softest voice. "Let me do it for you."

I began to retract my hand when Jen told me to take off my panties. I raised my fanny and slid the waistband down to where the cheek of my ass meets my leg. Another set of hands took the waistband from me and began sliding my panties over my legs while stripping the sheet off of me. Oh my God! My cousin Sherri was helping Jen.

Sherri moved around to my upper body and started to pull my nightshirt up. She helped me sit up and lifted the nightshirt over my torso and instinctively, I raised my arms to help her remove it from my body. Sherri moved behind my back and she cupped and began to fondle my breasts. Jens fingers flew over my pussy and with all of her attention; I began to feel the delicious waves of orgasm begin to build within me. Within seconds I was out of my head, my body racked by wave after wave of pure pleasure.

Once the pleasure waves had begun to subside, I realized that Sherri's hand was over my mouth.

"Shhhh," I heard her urgent whisper, " or they'll hear you."

I guess that I was a little too loud but I had not had a more powerful orgasm in my life. My eyes turned upward to Sherri, still cradling my upper body against hers.

"You ok, Sam?" She whispered.

I nodded, maintaining my look into her eyes.

Sherri held me for a few minutes and Jen moved up toward me and knelt between my spread open legs. She leaned toward me and kissed me on my lips. It was a soft kiss at first, but then her tongue began to flirt with my lips. I opened my mouth just slightly and Jen's tongue slid in.

Jen's tongue danced around mine, and her kisses became more and more urgent. Sherri just held me, her arms wrapping around my waist. Jen's arms wrapped over my shoulder and I could tell that she was caressing Sherri behind me. I spent several minutes sandwiched between the two girls, locked in a kiss with Jen.

Jen broke our kiss and whispered to Sherri. "What should we do with her?" 

"I dunno." Sherri answered. "What do you think we should do with her?" 

The girls were talking around me when I was sitting between them. Jen turned then to me. "What do YOU think we should do with you, Sam?" She asked me in a whisper. 

"Umm. I- I- guess, I don't..." I stammered.

"You don't know or don't care?" Sherri whispered urgently.

"Know." I answered softly.

A wide smile covered Jen's face. "Then I know just the thing. I'll be right back."

Jen got to her feet and walked to the other side of the room I could hear her rustling in what I assume was her suitcase. Sherri still held me against her, my back to her and her arms around my waist. "Are you sure you're OK with this?" She asked me once again. "Yes." I answered, "I've never done anything like this before... But I like it" 

Jen returned with what looked like a wide belt. She handed it to Sherri. "Me?" Sherri asked, surprised. Jen nodded, "I want to see you fuck her." 

Sherri shifted her weight and I leaned forward to let her move. I remained seated on the bed as Sherri rose to stand in front of Jen. Sherri fumbled with the belt and stooped over to step into it. 

It was a wide belt with straps on the bottom and it looked a little like my brother's jockstrap from gym class. Sherri had it nearly pulled up when Jen handed her a flesh colored tube. It was a dildo! Sherri slid the dildo through a hole in the front of the belt. She pulled it up the rest of the way and Jen fastened the strap around Sherri's waist. Sherri turned toward me, now brandishing a large cock. 

Jen dropped to her knees and Sherri turned toward her. Sherri took the dildo into her mouth for just a few seconds. She withdrew it and left a bit of her saliva on the tip. Sherri turned toward me, the rubber cock swung from side to side. I lay down onto my back and Sherri stepped between my legs. 

Sherri dropped to her knees and then leaned forward toward me, holding the cock and guiding it toward my opening. The dildo was a fairly large one. It wasn't huge, but it was larger than any real penis I've ever seen, but I've only seen three of those. 

Sherri inched the dildo closer and closer to me, finally touching my vaginal opening. Sherri pushed gently with her hips as the dong began to penetrate me. Between Jen's sensual kissing and her fingers in my pussy, my juices were flowing and Sherri had no problem sliding the dong into me. My vaginal muscles gave way as Sherri kept pressing it toward the center of my body until I could feel her hips press against mine. I had taken it all, and it was bigger than either of the real ones that have been inside me, but I'll bet it's not as big as Bobby's, I thought. 

Her arms now supporting her upper body, Sherri leaned down and gave me a small kiss on my lips. She looked into my eyes and then began to move her hips, moving the dong in and out of me. Thoughts of Bobby disappeared as quickly as they had appeared as my mind came to realize that it was Sherri fucking me and not Bobby.

For several minutes, I fixed my gaze on Sherri. She moved her hips with increasing speed and force as she fucked me, occasionally turning her head toward her bed, where Jen sat watching. 

I looked over at Jen. She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, her fingers moving furiously over her pussy; jilling off as she watched her friend fuck me. Jen's legs began to shake as she rubbed herself. I knew that she was getting ready to get off. I could hear her begin to breathe heavily. She threw her head back and her upper body fell backward onto Sherri's mattress. Her fingers still moved with frenzy over her girl parts until she drew her legs up toward her chest. I hear a muffled moan and her hand stopped moving. 

With my eyes fixed on Jen, I was suddenly snapped back to attention by a drop of moisture hitting my cheek. I turned my head back to Sherri. A droplet of perspiration was clinging to her nose and another was threatening to drip onto me. She had been fucking me for several minutes and broken a sweat doing so. I put my hands on her hips and stopped her. "You could use a rest." I whispered, "Roll over and let me get on top."




Reunion



Sherri removed the fake cock from me and took my place on the airbed. I straddled her hips and moved the erect dildo back to my pussy. It slid right in and I began to rock back and forth on it. Sherri still pushed toward me with her hips, but it was clear that she was worn out. A pair of hands reached over my shoulder and Jen began to fondle my breasts as I fucked Sherri's dildo. Being on top let me control the dildo a little better and between having my breasts played with and fucking the dong, another powerful orgasm gripped my body once again. I fell forward onto Sherri, enjoying the last waves of pleasure. I felt Jen's hands running over my back and on to my ass. Jen ran a finger over my lower labia, still stretched around the base of the rubber cock. Her hand encircled the base of the dildo and she moved her hand upward, pushing my pussy up and off of it.

"Ok." Jen whispered. "Move over...it's my turn."

Jen crawled up over Sherri's body until they were face to face. They whispered between themselves for just a second and then Jen began kissing Sherri deeply. Jen broke the kiss and then looked at me. 

"Do you know what I just told her?" Jen asked me. 

I shook my head and answered softly, "no."

"I told her that I wanted to see her go down on you," Jen whispered. "She told me that she would do it, if it's what I wanted and if it was ok with you. It is ok with you, isn't it?"

I wasn't expecting any of this... let alone having my own cousin's face in my crotch. I wasn't sure how to answer. 

"I want you to." Said Jen, with almost an edge of insistence. "Let her... I told her she has to." Jen paused and glanced back over at Sherri. "She does what I say."

It took a few seconds for this to sink in. My cousin Sherri did Jen's bidding. What she said to do and when she said to do it. I didn't realize it at the time, but Sherri was a sub, a slave, if you will, to Jen.

"I'll need you to cooperate too, Sam." Jen said to me softly. I nodded. Without really realizing it, I had just agreed to sub to her as well.

Jen smiled a wry smile. "Good... sit up on Sherri's bed." I stood and climbed up on the bed. I realized now how visible I was to the girls when they were up here. The light from the window washed over the airbed that I was to sleep in. It almost looked as though the bed was a stage set in a dark theater. The girl's bodies glowed in the envelope of light.

Astride Sherri's hips, Jen reached down and introduced the dildo into her own pussy. She sat upright and began to move up and down on the shaft. Sherri's hands held Jen's thighs as he moved up and down on the fake penis, he breasts jiggling a bit as she bounced. "Play with my clit" I heard Jen whisper and Sherri moved on hand over into Jen's crotch. 

Jen changed her position and leaned forward over Sherri, her arms extended down to next to Sherri's shoulders. Jen increased the speed of moving her hips over the dong, Sherri's hand still in Jen's crotch. I suspected that Jen was close to orgasm and I was right. Jen's thrusting became furious and suddenly her arms and legs began to shake as her orgasm took control. In seconds, Jen had collapsed onto Sherri's body. Sherri's arms wrapped over Jen's back and she lovingly held Jen for a few minutes until slowly, Jen pushed herself off of Sherri.

Jen stood and extended her hand to Sherri. Sherri took her hand and stood as well. Jen reached over and unbuckled the harness from Sherri's hips. The belt slid away and fell to the floor. "Put it on me." Jen said. Sherri stooped to pick up the belt and held it for Jen. Jen stepped into the belt and Sherri raised it up her legs and over her thighs, finally stopping when it was snug around her hips. Sherri fastened the belt in place and Jen stood with a full erection. Jen put her hand on Sherri's head and moved the dildo toward her face. "It needs to be cleaned off." Without another word, Sherri bent down and took the dildo into her mouth, removing her own essence from it.

Jen pulled her hips away and the dong fell out of Sherri's mouth. "Ok Babe, bedtime." Jen told Sherri and she rose to her feet and stepped toward her bed.

I became a little nervous at that point, knowing that now it was my turn. Sherri stood next to the bed and extended her hand toward mine. I took her hand as Jen put an arm around Sherri's hips. 

Without saying anything, I swung my legs onto the bed and sat with my back against the headboard. Sherri crawled onto the bed and positioned herself on her knees at my feet. She looked over at Jen as if for instructions. "Slide down." Jen told me. I slid on my back, toward Sherri. I kept my legs together and my knees bent as I slid. Once my back was flat on the mattress, Jen reached over and put a hand on either of my knees and began to push them apart. I looked up at Sherri through my parted legs. Her eyes were cast downward into my crotch as Jen continued to open me directly in front of her. Jen slid a hand down my thigh, her open palm caressing the inside of my thigh down to my pubic hair. Jens fingers moved downward and flirted with my labia. She looked up at Sherri. "Sam's ready for you, Babe, she's nice and wet."

Sherri bent at her waist and leaned down into my spread legs. I could feel her breath on my wet lips as she drew ever closer to me. Jen kept her position and watched intently as Sherri's tongue first touched my pussy. Her tongue moved up and down my labia and I knew that she could now taste me. Sherri's tongue began to explore every inch of my female parts. My cousin already knew how to please me.

Jen was still positioned next to me and watched as Sherri's tongue began to wiggle back and forth and up and down my labia. She put a hand on my knee and pushed my knee back toward my chest. My pussy was wide open and Jen's view of Sherri was clear. "That's very good, Baby...make her cum." Jen hissed to Sherri.

The sensations from my own crotch began to drown out what Jen was doing and I entered a world of my own bliss. I could feel yet another orgasm building from the oral attention from Sherri. Suddenly, Sherri stopped. I looked up to see Jen kneeling behind Sherri with Sheri's ass high in the air. Jen's hands held Sherri's hips and it was apparent that Jen had penetrated Sherri with the dildo. Sherri lifted her body up away from mine and was on all fours with Jen thrusting hard at her pussy.

I was too close to orgasm to let it get away and slid my hand into my own crotch and moved my fingers frantically over my aching pussy. 

The look on Sherri's face was one of pure pleasure at the fucking that Jen was giving her. Jen bucked her hips hard and the thrusts shook Sherri's body. I concentrated on the look on Sherri's face as I played with myself. 

Sherri began to whimper softly, "oh.... ohh.... Ohhhhhh... OHHHH..." Sherri was cumming and I came right along with her. The sound of her getting off sent me into orgasm too. The waves of pleasure radiated out from deep within my womb. The spasms held my body for what seemed to be several minutes. 

Once I regained my composure, I looked over and saw Sherri collapsed on the bed, facing me. She had a sweet smile on her face. Over her shoulder was Jen, removing the belt from her waist and letting it fall to the floor. Jen stepped out of the belt and over to the bed, sliding in behind Sherri. Jen reached over Sherri and put the palm of her hand on my belly, rubbing in slow, soft circles. "I am glad you came out to play with us tonight, Sam." Sherri was still smiling at me. "I am, too." I answered.

"Do you know that it's 5:00 in the morning, Sam?" Sherri whispered. I turned to the clock radio on Sherri's dresser. 4:55 AM. "Maybe we should get a little sleep," she said. "We have a big reunion to go to tomorrow."

With that, Jen reached down and brought up the quilt that was crumpled against the footboard of Sherri's bed, covering us under it. Sherri patted my leg and drifted off to sleep. Jen was on the other side of Sherri, sleeping also. I turned and kissed Sherri very softly on her forehead. I slipped out of Sherri's bed and back to my own airbed, and in a minute, fell asleep myself.



Reunion



So it was a party like any other party; lots of beer, friends, chicks. Then like with a lot of the other parties I been to, it got to be an orgy, pretty much. Clothes off, chicks getting nailed left and right. I finished off five beers, and got another one going while I got my pants off and got behind this luscious blonde. She was tall, long-legged, and had great tits. Not big ones, but a great looking rack anyhow. She was leaning over the back of the couch with nothing on but her high heels and a sexy black g-string, and I waited for one of my buds to get finished with her, then took my turn. 

Her ass was awesome! Full cheeks, real shapely and full, and creamy smooth. I could see that my buddy had done her in the ass 'cause her crack was still wide open—like this gaping hole. I couldn't be certain, but I think she'd had six guys already, and since they didn't seem interested in her cunt, I decided to just play along. 

Just the sight of her got me hard, though. I mean this was one high-class looker for sure. Like a porn queen or something. You would have to have seen her to believe it. The other girls weren't hags either, but this one—whew; had some sort of thing about her—something special. She glanced back over her shoulder at me for just an instant, then turned to look ahead. Even that little flash of her face got me stirred up—such a beauty!

Then I leaned down to get the bottle of olive oil, and on the way down got a nice close-up of her legs. Totally gorgeous! Smooth and soft looking. I actually squatted there for a moment looking at the backs of those legs of hers. I gulped more beer, then had the thought that I wanted to lick those ass-cheeks and then decided that there was too much spunk oozing out of her and dripping down everywhere and so forgot about it. I stood, poured some oil down her crack, took hold of my dick and pushed into her. It was like hot velvet in there! I sunk deeper and deeper and she let out this real satisfied sort of sigh—which made me even hotter for her. Some chicks really don't like it up the ass, but when you find one that does, she becomes real popular.

Like this one.

So I finished my beer and tossed the bottle on the other side of the couch where the seats are and proceeded to enjoy the hot, oily tunnel of this girl's incredible ass. Just in and out and in and out! She was so stretched and slick and hot in there it was like a silky glove. I took hold of her hips and really started to ram her hard and she just went along with everything. She even leaned forward a little more so her ass stuck out toward me at a better angle, and then it was just a furious fuck until I finally unloaded.

I gave her a load! I was still jamming in and out and my dick was just squirting and throbbing and filling that gaping hole of hers to overflowing. Jizz was leaking down and dripping to the floor, and she just held herself steady like that, giving me the perfect angle and tightness. I shoved all the way in the moment it was over, and just stayed in her like that, enjoying the feeling of her ass-muscles fluttering around my softening pole. She seemed to really understand about not moving or doing anything, and just letting the man do what he needed to do, and when it was over I pulled out and gave her a kiss on the neck.

"Thanks, sweetie," I said, and then I grabbed my empty beer can from the other side of couch and took it to be properly disposed of. I mean I may be a manly man, but...I still don't like leaving shit around!

Afterwards, after taking a piss in the upstairs bathroom and rinsing my dick off in the sink (didn't want anybody to get sick slurping that blonde's ass-residue off my member—and I intended to go looking for a blowjob right after), I went downstairs again and watched the action for awhile. Seems every one of my pals was getting it on with some chick; Frank was even over in the corner of the room having two luscious babes take turns on his cock. That's the kind of thing I wanted right then; just sit back in an easy chair and drink cold beer and eat cashews while some chick with a great mouth sucked me off. I looked around for the blonde, hoping maybe I'd get a chance with that fabulous mouth of hers, but she was nowhere to be seen. Probably upstairs in one of the bedrooms I'd passed by, being fucked by a one or two of my other buddies. I thought of her with a dick up the cunt and ass at the same time and it gave me a boner!

But then I saw her strolling around outside on the deck. She still had her high heels on and her g-string and looked so totally foxy my prick lifted even further. I took two fresh beers and went to join her. Maybe a blowjob in the outdoors would do me good.

She smiled when she saw me but then quickly looked off into the distance. I didn't know what she was looking at but I knew what I was! That body of hers just never quit! Long legs, pretty feet in those sexy heels, hips and waist to die for, and those lovely cupcake tits of hers. Her back was beautiful though—and her shoulders. She was just hot from head to toe! I went over and joined her at the railing, handed a beer to her to which she shook her head. 

Even that—her long blonde hair brushing around her shoulders as she shook her head; pure beauty! I shrugged and chugged, and then started on the second beer. I leaned up close to her.

"You're just the hottest chick I've ever seen," I whispered in her ear. "And I keep thinking about how it was coming in your ass before. Gets me hard just thinking about it...see?" She turned and grinned, and then I glanced down at the old bone and she looked down too, then back up. "I washed, in case you're wondering," I went on. "All nice and soapy-fresh if you want a taste...." Her face lit up and a moment later she was down on her knees before me, sucking my joint back and forth like mad.

Man, could this girl give head! She was definitely a pro, and then I realized that most of the girls here were pros—though not 'on duty' tonight. This one though—wow! Knew just how to lick and suck and bring me right to the point where I thought I'd gush, and then back off and just lick my balls or rub her cheek against my thigh until I was calmed down. Then she'd be smooching my knob and then going deep-throat again, and...just on and on like that. She kept me on the verge of squirting for like twenty minutes or something! I finally had to squat down in front of her to make her stop. She blinked and seemed to come out of a trance or something, she was so into it!

"I just gotta fuck you, honey," I told her, and it was true. I needed to lay her down, get her shoes and g-string off, spread her legs and put my dick in her cunt—the regular, 'real' stuff. She grinned at me again but tossed her head to say 'no.'

"There's...so many other things I could do," she whispered in this totally sexy, sultry voice. It gave my prick a stir just hearing her say the words! "I was hoping I could blow you, but...if you want something else...okay then...." It sounded a little final, like she was defensive about it but not nasty. More like she was disappointed that she couldn't finish her BJ. I stood and presented my cock to her again because I sure as hell didn't want to disappoint someone as sexy and obviously nymph like as she was! About five minutes later I was giving her what she wanted—enough goo so that it ran down her chin and between her tits. It was a sexy sight I can tell you, especially with the kinds of happy sounds she made when the first drop hit the back of her throat!

After that we sorta leaned back against the railing and watched the rest of the orgy through the glass doors and picture window. People were really getting it on hot and heavy in there. Outside it was getting toward twilight and there was a mist coming down the hills. We watched and talked. I actually waved at a pal and he brought us out two drinks—a beer for me and a black-cherry soda for her—and then we just stood there keeping up with the action.

Funny: though I'd screwed this girl's butt and had just come in her mouth, and thought of her as probably one of the five sexiest women I'd ever been with, it was just...fun talking with her. She had a great sense of humor to say the least, and we finally sat on the wooden deck with our backs against the slats of the railing, laughing, making comments on people's bodies and how they fucked and all that shit. Real fun stuff. Then she said something about knowing the sister of one of the other girls and without thinking I said "Yah, I fucked her." and she laughed, and then I laughed.

But then she started pointing out some of the cuties inside and saying, in a cute 'manly' voice, "Her? Yah I fucked her—fucked her in the ass!" or "Yah, that one? She gave me a blowjob." Sounded so funny coming from her, with her trying to do a Wiseguy impression! We were almost rolling on the deck laughing! Then she pointed at herself and tried to do my voice.

"This one?" she laughed in a low part of her voice, "Yah, you fucked her. Fucked her tight little heiny, then let her give you a BJ...." She looked at me but it wasn't funny to me.

"I didn't get to really fuck you though," I told her, and she nodded. She looked down from my eyes, and when she looked back up she was serious again.

"You can if you want," she said. "But..." 

I watched her serious expression turn a little teasing. Then I saw that she was bringing her left leg up and pointing it. I had to look; there was no way not to look at a shapely leg like that. That high heel was glossy and sexy looking, but without a word, she suddenly reached up and pried the shoe off, leaving her bare foot pointing.

Now if I thought her heels had been sexy, I had to admit right then that what the shoe had been hiding was even hotter. Some chicks look good in high heels but have really fucked up looking feet when they take their shoes off—toes all crooked and bent. Not this one though—looking at her bare foot had the same affect on me as if she'd been fully dressed and had just taken her top off!

—And this is coming from a guy who's always been into legs and asses—never feet! But then I knew she was watching me stare at that foot of hers and I felt stupid for having fallen for her trap. She'd gotten me. I was going to admit it and make a joke out of it, but then that foot—it was her left foot; she was sitting to my left—started to come down across, lower and lower and cross over in front of me and then down, and I was staring into her eyes and not daring to look where it was going. A moment later though, I could feel where.

—Right down against my aching member! She began to rub and massage my prick with the delicate bottom of her foot, and I have to really say, it was delicate. Soft, tender, smooth—and warm. I was rock hard in seconds, but she didn't stop. She just kept rubbing my dick, using her toes to tickle the bottom seam of it, and then turned a little bit more toward me and leaned there smiling.

"...there's lots of other things...." she whispered, and though I was never really into it, I knew I'd have to problems turning into a total foot fetish guy and actually fuck my dick against those gorgeous feet of hers until I plastered them with jizz!

No problem at all.

A little while after that, I crawled around in front of her, took her other shoe off, held it up and kissed it, then watched as she placed both her feet together—sole-to-sole, knees out to the sides—and waited for me. The pocket that her two high arches made was so tempting I didn't even have to think twice. Leaning down and in, I placed my prong right there between her pretty feet and started to fuck them. It was dry so she put a little spit on her fingers and rubbed it around down there, and then everything was nice and smooth and slick for a little while. But then things got dry again and her eyes locked on something nearby. I looked behind me and saw it was a bottle of lotion sitting by one of the deck chairs. Before I could get up to get it—I was in the middle of a fuck fever—she went and got it, brought it back, got her feet in position again and then poured lotion down over everything. It was so greasy and smooth I could've fucked those hot feet of hers all night long! I closed my eyes and really got into the feeling of it—that fleshy, soft, slick nest between her feet—but then I wanted to see them again. That was a big part of it, seeing those luscious, pale feet around my red prong, and when I looked, the view was so fucking hot I started to gush my load. 

She made a happy sort of moan/giggle when she felt my jizz squirting and she pressed her feet tighter together to really give me a fuck! I kept thrusting and pulling, shoving and yanking until everything was out, and then I sat back, totally buzzed at what I'd just done. I could see huge globs of spunk collecting in the bottom of her bowl, and when I looked up, she seemed just as jazzed as I was! She started rubbing her feet together, making my jizz smear all over, and then she reached down and started massaging my cum all over her feet like lotion!

If I hadn't just gushed, the sight of her doing that would've gotten me right up to the verge I can tell you.

Then we both leaned back against the railing again to watch the orgy continue. I thought she wasn't going to say anything about what just happened and just go back to laughing at our friends, but at one point she leaned toward me.

"...that was so sexy it turned me totally on..." she whispered, and then she leaned back her way. Even with a limp prick I turned to her and made her look.

"I just gotta eat your snatch or something," I said to her. I guess I must've looked really desperate. I know I sounded that way. But it was true. She'd serviced me three times already and though she'd made little cutesy noises when I'd spurt off, I don't think she'd really gotten off at all! Then, just like that, she raised her right arm and bent it behind her head—giving me a nice view of her smoothly shaved armpit—turned her head toward it and ran her tongue slowly against it! My prick lifted up, and when she finished licking herself (like some gorgeous cat or something!), she lowered her arm and simply smiled at me. About five minutes later I was kneeling there, thrusting my freshly-oiled boner under her arm—front-to-back—and wound up gushing about five minutes after that.

I was spent. I had a couple more beers, a smoke, but though we both resumed our viewing of the craziness indoors, each time I glanced over her way, my cock twitched a little. I thought of all the places I hadn't screwed her yet and it seemed endless.

For the next couple of hours, on and off, this incredible babe and I fucked. Well, I fucked her mostly. Between her tits, behind her knee, and lastly, with her just giving me a hand-job. And it was one of the best hand-jobs I'd ever had in my life from a female! She knew exactly how to do it. Only a couple of drops of jiz came out of me by that time, and my pecker felt like it was cramping instead of ejaculating, but it was wonderful. I sat there for a long time watching those drops oozing down over her hand, and when she finally let go I looked up into her smiling eyes.

"I just need to eat you or finger you or something," I said to her, and she lowered her eyes bashfully.

"If you want, you can screw me in the butt again," she offered.

"I want your cunt," I said.

"Well, my ass is...it's actually the only hole I have down there...." she said, and for a moment it just didn't register. I kept looking at her, trying to get it, and couldn't.

"You...you don't recognize me, do you?" she asked in a soft, almost whispered voice. I shook my head. "I know I look different now, but...really look at me...." 

I did. Nothing.

But then, the whole only hole I have... thing hit me and I got really pissed off, really fast. I reached down between her thighs and into the crotch of her g-string, reached down further underneath her, and felt it—a cock! It was semi-hard and somehow fastened back up under her, but it was definitely a dick—this she was a he! I was just about to haul back and give him a smack across the face but stopped when I saw the look in that same face. Like...hurt or grief or some such shit. Like someone had died!

And that's when I realized who this was—by the eyes, by that expression. I'd had that same expression when my mother and father and younger sister had died in that plane crash; that same sorta lost emptiness that just happens.

And...my brother, who was the twin to our sister, had had that same look. My brother—

—"Stanley?" I asked, and he—she—it—nodded.

"Stacy, actually," my brother whispered. "I changed it...legally...." I felt whatever that's called—revulsion. I'd just spent hours fucking my own year-younger brother!

"So how could you not tell me?" I raged at him, and he shrank away from me.

"Because..."

"Because what?"

"...because I didn't want to ruin anything," he/she said. She—I'll just call her 'she' because she was still chick-like; I'd deal with the gay-thing later—turned her head and lowered it and wasn't looking at me anymore. Then she took a breath and sighed.

"I...always thought of you," she went on. "But...in a different way. Susan (our sister who died), and I would always kid around about how cool you looked and how handsome she thought you were, and on and on, and...well, I don't think I ever told her, but...I thought you were handsome too, and...sexy.... And then all that shit happened....

My mind was just swarming with memories, some of them not so good, but some really nice. I sighed and leaned back against the railing, staring off at the orgy going on behind the huge picture windows. The music sounded like a dull thump through the glass so it was blaring inside. Then I heard the person next to me take a breath.

"...did you...did you ever, you know....with Susan?" Stacy whispered, and I got instantly defensive. But the feeling passed just as fast. I nodded even knowing my brother couldn't see.

"Yes," I said. "But it wasn't all the way. It was when we were all back in college and you two were there, and...well, we wound up doing stuff. Like oral stuff. Felt really bad the next day, like I'd sinned and God would punish me, and...I guess he did; took her and mom and dad away from me...."

"From us," Stacy corrected, and I nodded. It was true. 

"I fucked everything up," I said.

"Actually, no you didn't," Stacy murmured. "It wasn't your fault. In fact...that explains a lot to me. There was this one night when Susie came back to the dorm room all smiles and stuff, and she wouldn't tell me what had happened, but that she was 'glad it finally did.' I never found out what it was. After that she was just always happy, and then it was two weeks later on the semester break that, you know...."

I nodded. I remembered really well. I remembered feeling remorse, and guilt. I remembered dropping out of college and remembered all the binges and winding up in the hospital, and a whole bunch of other shit.

"You really made her happy," my sister went on. It really was easier to think of my brother that way. Sister. "She was like floating on clouds that whole time, and...I'm just glad, is all. I never knew until just now, but I'm really glad. The thing is though, I secretly had the same sort of feelings toward you, but I never told anybody—not even Susan. I think it would've grossed both of you out...."

"Well, you never were much of a 'manly man," I said. I hoped it would lighten things up because I was on the verge of tears right then. I could only remember how sweet it was to be with Susan, how much we both wanted that single, weird, taboo thing to happen that night, and how we finally let ourselves go. I remembered how it was afterwards; how warm and wonderful and intimate it was.




Reunion



"...yes I know," Stacy laughed. It made the air seem less dense just hearing that sound. "I guess it was pretty obvious...."

"It's fucking obvious!" I laughed. "I had no idea until you told me! You're more of a chick than some of those bimbos in there...." I motioned at the indoor orgy, then looked over at Stacy.

"...thanks," she whispered, and her voice made me remember our sister's voice—the sweetness and softness of it—and that made me remember something else; something I'd forgotten or pushed away.

"I'm not the first to say it though," I said. "Susan actually really liked you being the way you are. Said she loved having someone—another chick—she could talk to, and that was you. She...and I just remembered this...even said that if she ever wanted to have a lesbian lover, it would be you; and she didn't care that you were related. I mean, okay, it was right after we, you know, and she was just talking about stuff...."

"Really?"

"Yah. Said you were so female it would be the same as being with a chick most likely, and that she wouldn't mind finding out if she was right or not. I guess it's because she and I had just done something, so why not with you?"

"...wow, I never knew," Stacy said, and it was like she was talking to herself. And I have to admit, she really was a 'she;' there just wasn't any doubt in my mind anymore. I glanced over at her again and felt a tingle all over. She was still the same 'chick' I'd balled so many times already. She'd done me every which way and then some, and my eyes wandered to her knees, down her calves to her bare feet (she hadn't bothered to put her high heels back on), then up to her thighs and to the curves of her ass. She had the g-string on but that didn't hide a thing. I'd fucked that ass; deeply. A real chick's ass for sure. 

Then I looked upward to her tits and I could still see glossy streaks where my jizz had dried on her perfect skin. I remembered sawing back and forth through her armpit, remembered the full on blow-job—just everything. It was easy to forget that this was my brother. There just didn't seem to be a single thing—except that one I'd felt—that hinted that this was a dude. 

And Stacy really wasn't, and never actually was. I thought of his twin sister again. They hadn't been identical, but...he reminded me of her. It's just that the years had changed things—in both of us. That and the makeup I supposed. Makeup and long hair, and probably hormone shots. It was like looking at our sister Susan, or at least another version of Susan.

No. That wasn't right. Nobody would ever take Susan's place. This was like waking up drunk here on this deck and finding out I'd actually had two sisters all along. And this one was just as beautiful as the other (especially the legs and ass!), and just as...individual I guess you have to say. Individual, not a copy of any sort. 

And I don't think Stacy wanted to be like Susan or to 'be her, and I now knew that she hadn't meant to try and fuck me over by pretending to be a chick because, well, she really was a chick.

I was staring at the side of her face as she sat there. The profile reminded me of Susan, but...Stacy was here and Susan wasn't. It wasn't a ghost or a 'version' of our sister. It was just a sister—my sister. And, just like that other sister, I'd had sex with her. Did I regret it? Did those memories come back to haunt me?

No. Not this time!

I leaned against her shoulder, bumping her, and she looked over at me. She looked at my face for a moment, then frowned.

"What?" she asked. "What is it?"

"I'm just really freaking glad this all happened, Sissy," I told her, and I guess hearing me call her that was something she hadn't been expecting. A grin suddenly exploded on her face. "I mean...I know none of my buddies would ever fuck another guy, so that says a lot about how chick you are to convince them. But for me...I know you're not a guy—except for the little schlong you got there—so...why don't you take that little bikini off, and come and sit on your big brother's lap for awhile?"

Stacy's eyebrows went up in surprise.

"Of course, there might be something you have to sit on," I said, grinning at her. "...butt you've already done that, right? Shouldn't be too uncomfortable...."

Stacy smiled like she didn't believe it.

"Oh?" I added, "If something somehow gets loose on you and starts to stick up or something—I already know it's just your clit so it's not gonna bother me, okay?" She nodded. I watched her stand—gawd she was tall and gorgeous!—and then she simply peeled her g-string all the way down, down past the dried cum-stains behind her knee, and the other glossy spots on her sexy feet, flicked the thing aside with her toes, and stood there with feet planted wide, facing me. There was not a single hair anywhere to be seen down there! Then I watched my beautiful sister reach under her crotch; I heard the sound of some kind of adhesive tape being pulled away, then saw a small organ flip forward and stiffen. It was so tiny and smooth it really did look like a clit!  

Turning, Stacy squatted down over my lap, and started to reach behind to guide my hard-on into her, but I did it for her. She lowered herself more, then more, and my dick head popped through her still greasy bung-hole again. She gasped, and seemed to shiver, and then she sat down until I was totally engulfed in her hot, squeezing ass-hole.

Then, just as I'd suggested, she leaned back against me, her whole weight (which wasn't a lot), resting on my lap. I reached around to her front and played with her boobs, caressed her arms, did all the things a guy would do with a chick this luscious, but without warning, I let my one hand move down and grabbed her dick firmly. Stacy gasped in surprise, but then I was working her joint up and down slowly, steadily, feeling her getting harder and thicker. It still didn't match mine for size, but it sure felt nice in my hand. I started rolling my hips to make my own hard-on move inside her, and in a matter of ten minutes, warm goo was pulsating out of the head of my sister's stiff little organ and spilling down over my working fist. There wasn't a lot, but it sure came out with a great, sexy gasp and moan!

And feeling her go off, feeling her ass muscles clenching like that, brought me off a moment later. I knew I wasn't gushing a geyser into her overworked chute, and it was an aching feeling instead of total relief, but it was perfect. I felt joined with her like never before—not even the first time in her ass, or between her feet, anything—came close. And when this awesome chick finally stopped undulating in my lap, we just went on sitting like that, her on top of me, until my prick was so soft it just oozed out of her ring. We caught our breath and watched the orgy that was still going on inside, and then, around 3am, we got up, found our clothes and left the party. The cool early morning air was refreshing (I've got a convertible, and the top was down, baby!), and by the time we stopped at a diner for some early breakfast, I only needed one look across the table at this incredible woman—my sister!—to tell me this wasn't going to be the only time we'd ever do these kinds of things.

An hour later, after arriving at my place, that notion was proven right. Stacy stood tall and bare and beautiful before me in the shower, while I kneeled and sucked her clit. It wasn't something I was going to be bragging about to my buddies, but right then, feeling that warmth spurt in my mouth while I ran my hands up and down her fabulous thighs and calves and ass, hearing her breathy moan of pleasure, I knew that what anyone thought or would think, didn't interest me in the tiniest bit!

Half an hour after that, washed and rinsed and dried, we cuddled up under the blankets in my bed and slept till 2 in the afternoon. And since I was the first to open my eyes, I spent half an hour gently kissing and caressing every inch of my new lady until she finally woke up. And since she woke up horny, I was the first to take care of those matters too.

It's been about eight months since that party, and my sister and I live together permanently. We're thinking about going to Jersey to get hitched proper, but...maybe not. Things seems permanent enough right now, since we're already family. Either way, I bought her a ring—well actually, two; one on her finger, and the other, nearly always hidden, worn on her ring-toe!

Most people would say what we have is weird, filthy, unnatural and sinful. All I have to say is that they can go get fucked.

END



Reunion



The first time I'd seen him in a year, he was forcing my robe open with the tip of a knife. I stared up at him with an expression of fear. "What are you doing here, Caleb?" I asked.

His steel gray eyes were focused on my breasts as he undressed me. The intensity in his eyes was beyond terrifying. He said nothing for a long time. He circled my nipple with the tip of his knife. Finally he raised his eyes to meet mine. "I've missed you, Caroline. I haven't been able to think of anything but you for the last year." 

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I instinctively parted my lips to let his tongue inside. We moved our tongues together in a dance of passion. A moan escaped from my mouth into his. His own moan echoed mine. He broke the kiss first. "I knew you'd missed me too, baby." I sat up and pulled my robe closed. 

His eyes followed my hands and watched as I closed my robe. "Don't do that." He commanded. I knew the tone of his voice well enough to know that when it reached that level of irritation I shouldn't push. So I didn't. I let it fall open again. 

He stood and looked down at my nearly naked body. "You're so fucking beautiful." He said as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. 

I blushed when I saw him removing his shirt. His chest was as perfect as ever. He was paler than before but for some reason that made him even more handsome. I stared up into his silver eyes and found myself drowning in their beauty. It was as if we'd never been parted. He looked almost exactly the same. The biggest change was not his skin color but his hair. It seemed lighter than before like he'd bleached it. He had it styled with gel. He looked even better than before. 

I crossed my legs and pulled my robe closed even though I had been warned before. I watched his lips turn up into a small grin when he saw my actions. "What did I tell you, Caroline?" 

I looked away from him. "Stand up." 

I shook my head no. 

"Stand up." He said again in a more sinister voice.

I looked up at him. "No, Caleb. I'm not going to stand up. "

He took his belt off and folded it. He snapped it together to make a loud and threatening noise. 

I jumped when I heard it. It reminded me of the past. "I told you to do something."

I stood as I was instructed to do so. 

He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. "That's my girl." He said.

"Take your robe off." I looked away and he grabbed my face roughly forcing me to return my gaze back to him. I dropped my robe without his having to ask again.

He stared down the length of my body and I felt heat rush to my every part. I was more than a little embarrassed. Here was the man who I'd loved my first love, my first lover, my ex fiancée standing in front of me and I was being ordered to undress for his pleasure. I was eighteen when I met him, he was twenty-three. From the moment we met I knew we were soul mates. 

"Why did you run from me, Caroline?" He was so near that a mere deep breath could have closed the gap between our bodies. 

I looked away. "You know why I left."

I expected him to respond with words but I was surprised by him gripping the sides of my panties and ripping them off. My body jerked with the force. I gasped and put the palm of my hands on his chest to steady myself. He stared down at me with his arrogant expression. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. "Let go of me." I said in a somewhat shaky voice.

"Let go of you?" I stared down at my beauty and couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd searched for her for more than a year. When I met her I felt as thought I'd found my other half. She was the heart that pumped the blood through my body. She was my pulse, my breath, and my life. I felt this in the first five seconds that I'd met her. I knew that we'd be together forever in that one eye lock which changed our lives forever. 

As I stared up into his eyes memories of the past came flooding back. I remembered why I'd loved him, and why I'd left him. 

It was nearly one am when Carol walked out of the 7-11 with her two friends. They'd been drinking at a party and she knew that she had to get some food in order to function. They picked up some cokes and Doritos before heading to her friend Cindy's house. When they walked out they saw a group of five guys leaning against Carol's BMW. I pressed the button for my car alarm that unlocked the doors. A couple of the guys jumped but not Caleb. His eyes locked with mine and he felt his breath nearly knocked from him. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. She was wearing a tight red dress, which hit her right above the knees, and heels so high he didn't know how she was able to walk. The light breeze picked her hair up just enough so that it billowed around her painfully beautiful face. Even in the dark parking lot I could tell that her eyes were green. They were the color of the purest emeralds. They sparkled and I knew she had a fire in her that would match my own. Her full lips glistened with the red lip-gloss that accentuated them. I knew that she would be mine. 

I was about to tell the thugs sitting and standing around my car to get lost or I'd call the cops when my eyes locked with his. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life. His eyes were like liquid silver. He was lightly tanned and his hair was a dark blonde, which he styled in spikes. His lips were a full and a wonderfully pink hue. She licked her lips when their eyes caught. He was tall about 6'3 and nearly two hundred pounds all of it muscle. He was wearing white wife beater and semi baggy jeans. He was the one leaning against her car door. 

The men whistled as we approached. "Can you get off my car." I said.

He looked me over and I knew he was thinking the dirtiest of thoughts. "Is this your car?" He asked as he pushed off and stepped closer to me. "Well than maybe you and I could go for a ride." 

I laughed when I heard him but he was too cute to resist. "What makes you think I'd want to go on a ride with you?"

He ran his finger over my jawbone and my body was on fire. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. He cupped my ass in his hands and pulled me into the most intense kiss of my life. I moaned against his lips and ran my fingers through his hair. I could hear his friends cheering and my girlfriends trying to pull me away. Finally I broke the kiss. "You can't just go around kissing people." I said my cheeks flushed. 

He cupped the back of my head and pulled me close, "Shut up." He said as he pulled me into another kiss. His tongue made love with mine and I moaned. My body reacted to his like no one I'd ever met. I wanted him and it was obvious he wanted me. 

She tasted wonderful. I was intoxicated with her and it was only our second kiss. I could feel her fighting me and I liked it. 

I broke the kiss again. This time I slapped him. "No one grabs me." 

The slap didn't seem to do anything to him since he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me closer. "Go out with me." 

I tried to push him back, "no."

I wouldn't let her go. "Yes." Even though she struggled I continued to hold her, "I'm not asking you, beautiful." His lips brushed mine. "You will go out with me. He grabbed my wallet and took my license. He wrote down his number and handed it to me. If you don't call me then I'll come find you. 

He was pulled away by his friends and I was left standing by my car breathless. 

"Carol there's someone here for you." I jogged down the stairs in my cut off jean shorts and midriff revealing tank top and stopped mid way. He stood in the doorway, which he took up most of and stared up at me. He was wearing sunglasses and he looked even better today than the other night. My dad walked into other room, which left me half way down the stairs staring at him. "What are you doing here?" 

"Come here." He said. 

I don't know why but I walked to him and stared up at him. "I told you to call me." 

"I don't always do what I'm told." I smiled up at him.

He ran his fingers through my hair and yanked my head back. "That will change, Caroline." 

"How do you know my name?" 

His lips hovered over mine. "Your license." 

"Let go of me." 

"Go out with me." 

"No." 

"Go get dressed I'll wait." 

"You aren't my type." That was a total lie but I wanted to see how he'd react. 

He pulled my hair. "Wear something sexy." 

It seemed like he was ignoring everything that I said. "Wait here." 

Twenty minutes later I came downstairs in a strapless black dress, my hair pulled up into a tight bun. 

He pulled his glasses off, "you look amazing." 

He took my hand and led me to the car. I had no idea where we were going but at that moment I didn't really care. 

We'd only been at the restaurant for five minutes before he had his hand up my dress. I pushed his hand away and told him to stop but he didn't listen. He moved his fingertips up to brush my inner thigh and then my clit. I moaned in reaction to his touch, "We're in public." I said.

His expression turned dark and intense at the sound of my moan and my reaction to his touch. "Then let's go somewhere more private." 

I shook my head no. "I can't do that. I don't even know you." 

He pushed my panties to the side and explored my most secret spot. "If you don't want to leave I'll explore you here."

I knew he was trying to embarrass me. I let out another moan as he flicked my clit with his fingers; I bit my lip and looked at him with a pleading expression. "Stop." That one word was spoken in a breathless tone. 

He leaned forward and kissed me pressing me back against the booth, I moaned and returned his kiss, finally I pushed him up. "I thought you just wanted to have dinner." 

He slid his finger inside me and I whimpered, "stop" that breathless word again.

"I could fuck you right here, Carol, and you'd love every minute of it." 

"Yes." She panted as he fingered me. 

He removed his finger from me and grabbed my hand. "Come on." He said before leading me away from the table. 

We barely made it to his car. I was so wet and wanted him so badly. He pinned me to his backseat. My dress was but a memory. The only item of clothing that remained was my high heels. He cupped my ass and lifted my body so that my pussy was pressed against his mouth. I nearly screamed when I felt his tongue on me. I had never known such pleasure. He slid his tongue back and forth rapidly against my clit and then slowed the movement. I was in painful bliss. This was the best torture I'd ever had. He moaned at my taste and I felt my pleasure building. I knew if he continued I was going to cum. "Oh fuck." I scream as I grip the door handle and throw my head back. I try to move my hips to encourage him. 

He growls when he hears me call out. I know he likes it. "Oh I never thought having my pussy eaten would feel this good." I nearly scream. My toes curl with the powerful orgasm that takes over my body, "fuck me!" I scream as stream after stream of pleasure fills me. 

When I taste her I grow harder than I ever had. I want to fill her, to feel her. I hold her to my face as I lick and suck my little virgin beauty. I know shortly I will be inside her but its almost unbearable not to take her now. She's getting so much pleasure from this. Oh fuck she's cumming. I lower her body down and grab my cock I look down at my spent beauty "take my cock." I instruct.

I stare at him in disbelief but am unbearably excited. I reach between us and do as I'm told. I touch him and stroke him gently. 

He lays his hand over mine and guides himself to my opening. He pushes inside but he's having a hard time. I'm too tight and he can't get it.

I begin to push inside of her but she's so tight. I stare down at her and know that this will hurt her but I push forward roughly and break her barrier. I groan as I enter her. The feel of her pussy wrapped around me is too much and I have to fight my orgasm from happening. I still inside her and wait for my body to calm down. When I know I can move without cumming I begin to pump. 

I throw my head back as he enters me and scream. He feels so good and it hurts so badly all at the same time. I stare up at him as he moves in and out of me. Our eyes lock and I know that I love him. 

I lean down and capture her lips with mine. I moan as I grab her hands and pin them down. I want to take complete control of her. 

"Harder" she whispers against my lips and I'm surprised. I slam into her then and she moans and whimpers with pleasure. "Harder," Again the demand. I love her reaction and I slam into her so hard that the car is rocking. I know that others can see but I don't care. All I can think about is my beauty. For several minutes I fill her as hard and fast as I can until my orgasm hits. I groan out an "I love you" as I stare down and let my cum stream from my cock into her pussy. 

I stare up at him, "you do?" 

He leans down and kisses me. "Of course I do. You're mine now and I love everything I own." 

I laugh and return his kiss. 

He makes me drive home naked. When we're in front of my house I tell him I need to get dressed. He just grins and unzips his jeans. He pulls his stiff cock out again, "I want to feel your mouth, Carol." 

"I can't." 

"You will." 

I lean over and take him into my mouth. I'd practiced on fruits so I'm able to take him all. He groans and runs his hand over my ass to my pussy. He rubs my clit and I moan. As I suck and lick him and stroke him I feel my orgasm building. This is the most dangerous and wonderful experience. 

Soon he's cumming in my mouth and I'm cumming for him too. 

"I want more." I say as I climb onto his lap and take him inside of me. I begin to ride him hard and fast and he groans as he cups my hips. This is the most pleasurable experience I've ever had. He grips my hair into a tight fist and forces my head back. He nips my neck as I ride him. "Oh fuck." I bite my lip and moan. I can feel another orgasm. 

"That's it, baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy." 

The car is rocking and I don't care that anyone who was looking would know what we're doing. Finally he's cumming inside me. His orgasm is enough to set off my own. I lean forward and kiss him deeply and moaned an I love you against his lips. 

After that night they'd become inseparable. All I could do was think of her. All I ever wanted to do was be with her, inside of her. When I'm not with her it drives me insane. When I think about her being with another guy even just hanging out I feel like killing someone. I know that she's faithful but sometimes it's hard to convince myself of that. She's so beautiful and I see the way men look at her. They all look at her with the same desire I had when I first saw her. She is irresistible. 

I watch her from across the food court to make sure she's behaving. She never knows when I'm watching her. All she knows is that I love her and that she belongs to me. That's all she has to know for now. 

I can only think about Caleb as I look around the mall. Even in the middle of a crowd I feel alone without him. My friend points out that a group of guys are coming over. I roll my eyes and turn away from them. A hand appears on my shoulder and I jump. I look over my shoulder at the guys and give them an empty smile. "Is there something you wanted?" I ask in an irritated tone.

"Just you, Baby." A handsome dark haired boy says

I look at his hand and then to him, the expression is my non-verbal way of saying don't touch me. He doesn't remove his hand so I push it off me. 

"Come on, Baby, don't be like that." He kneels so he can lock his eyes with mine. 

I'm aggravated now. "I have a boyfriend." 

He runs his finger over my jawbone, "what he doesn't know won't hurt him." His other hand moves to the hem of my skirt. I follow the movement of his hand with my eyes and smile as though I were going to give in. "That's it beautiful." 

I lift my drink and throw it in his face. He acts as though I've burned him. "Bitch!" He shouts and raises his hand. 

When one of the boys approaches her I become enraged. I can't believe someone is talking to her. She belongs to no one but me. I watch her to see what she's going to do. I want to see if she can handle herself or if she'd give into temptation. 

I see him kneel and put his hand on her knee. I begin to walk to them when I see her throw her drink in his face. I grin thinking "that's my girl." He lifts a hand to hit her and I go mad with rage. I grab him by his shoulder and turn him around. My fist connects with his face and I hear a crack. I know he's badly hurt but I don't care. All I can think about was her. 

I look down into her wide eyes and tell her that we are leaving. 

"Caleb." I say with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Let's go, now!"

I can't say no, all I can do is follow his orders.

He grabs my hand and pulls me outside where he slams me against the wall. I call out in pain. 

"I've told you never to hang around other guys." 

"I wasn't." I don't get to finish my defense. 

"Shut up!" He screams. "You were asking for it. If you didn't want their attention then you wouldn't be dressed like a slut."

His words wounded me. I looked to the ground I was now self-conscious of my appearance. 

I stepped into her body and pressed myself to her. "I know you like the attention you receive but I don't. From now on," I let my eyes roam over her body. I examined the tight fighting strapless shirt and mini skirt she was wearing and my lip curled in anger. "I want you to cover up do you understand?" 

I don't respond. 

"Answer me." My tone was low and stern. 

"You can't tell me how to dress." 

I lifted her chin with my fingertips "what did you say?" 

I refused to meet his eyes. "I understand." 

I leaned in and kissed her hard. The kiss seemed more of a punishment than anything.

Caleb slammed the door of his house shut and turned to look at her. Rage was still evident in my eyes. She backed against a wall. My body reacted to his anger. I felt as though I were on fire. 

"Come here." 

I didn't comply.

Her defiance brought out the worst of my anger. I shrugged my leather jacket off and threw it over a chair. My voice was shaking from anger, "come here." 

I was too scared to move. 

It only took two large steps to cross the room and grab her. I held her by the hair as I stared down at her. My upper lip quivered with rage. "What did I just say?" 

My breasts rose and fell with each frightened breath but I didn't respond. I'd never seen him so angry and I didn't know how to respond to it. 

I soon found out that pissing him off was not a good idea. Caleb's hand connected with my cheek. I cried out with surprise and pain. My head was forced to the side with the power of his slap. Tears stung my eyes as the realization of what he'd just done hit me. 

"What did I tell you to do?" 

"You Son of a Bitch!" I yelled.

I tightened the grip I had on her hair. "Answer me." I shouted.

"You told me to come to you." My shaky voice betrayed my emotions. 

"Then why didn't you?" I stared down at my beauty and knew that I was being harsh with her, but I also knew that I had to teach her to behave. 

"You scared me." My voice was almost too soft to hear. 

"I scared you?" I walked with her forcing her to move backwards.

"Let go." 

"Shut up." I said again. 

Tears ran down my cheeks but I remained silent. I could feel the heat on my cheek from his slap and knew that it must be red. 

"I've never given you a reason to be scared." I said as I forced her to turn around so her back was pressed to my chest. I then pushed her forward over the couch so that her ass was in the air as though she'd offered herself to me. I pushed a hand to the middle of her back and forced her to remain still. 




Reunion



I could hear him unbuckle his belt and I became unbearably excited. I felt shame wash over me as my excitement rose. Why did I want him to make love to me when he'd treated me so badly only minutes earlier? 

"Caleb, stop." 

"You're not the one who gives orders around here, Carol." I pulled myself free from the restraint of my pants and pushed her skirt up. I wanted her so badly. I'd wanted her all day and the incident at the mall only exacerbated the need for her. Roughly I forced her panties down her legs and before she had a chance to respond I forced myself inside her. A groan accompanied my thrust. She felt so good. 

I moaned when he pushed inside me. I was so humiliated but so turned on. I was so wet, which made it easier for him to glide into my tight pussy. With each thrust I heard him groan. 

He didn't speak to me as he fucked me. He concentrated on his lust and anger. It seemed that his want for her grew with each day, and each day it was harder to control. I grabbed her hips so that I had a better hold on her. I used that hold to pull her back onto my cock. My pace increased and as it did my orgasm built. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my pleasure and her helpless sounds. I loved the way she protested without disobeying me. I felt her walls tightening around my cock, which was almost too much. I had to concentrate on not cumming. But as her moans increased in volume my strain began to slip. Soon I was grunting louder as I worked myself up the pleasure scale. "Fuck," I called out as I finally came. My orgasm seemed to go on forever. I held my position; my cock pressed deep inside of her, as I came. When I was finished I withdrew and redid my pants. 

I remained bent over the sofa for several minutes after he was finished. Finally I stood and pulled my skirt down. I looked around the room and saw that he was leaning against the stairway watching me. I brushed the hair from my eyes and wiped the tears from my cheeks. "I have to go." 

I was still angry and her telling me that she was leaving only deepened my anger. "What did you say?" 

"I have to go." 

"Come here." 

I did as I was told. 

"You don't tell me things. When I say you can go that's when you can go do you understand?" 

I looked to the ground and nodded.

"Good. I want you to go upstairs and run a bath. When it's full get in and wait for me." 

I looked at him a bit horrified. How could he want me to do this after what had just happened? 

"Do you have a problem with that?" 

I shook my head no. 

"Then go." 

When I turned to go upstairs he slapped my ass. I jumped but continued. 

I didn't let her rest all evening. I made love to her all night; several times in the tub, on his bed, in the kitchen, wherever I desired her I took her. 

The newfound treatment she received from him continued for the next two months. It was after that, that I decided to leave him. 

The memories of the past faded away as I met his silver eyes with fear.

"I know you don't want me to let go of you, Caroline. All you ever want is to be fucked by me." He brushed the hair from my neck and kissed me. "I remember how insatiable your sexual appetite is. 

I close my eyes and moan in response to his touch. My thighs are already on fire from his touch. Finally I push him back "I'm not like that anymore, Caleb. I don't want to be with you." 

His eyes turn darker then they ever have. He reaches out and slaps me hard enough that it sends me down onto my bed. 

I moan rather than cry. "I know how much you like being handled roughly, Carol. Remember I was the one who busted your cherry. I remember how you begged for me to fuck you harder. " He punctuated each sentence with removing an article of clothing. 

"Shut up." I say as I back up on the bed. 

He only grins as he leans down and grabs the back of my knees and pulls me forward. I slap him and he grins as his tongue darts to the corner of his mouth to taste the blood that I'd drawn. "Do you think a little slap is going to stop me from fucking you?" 

I moaned because I knew that it wouldn't. He pulled me forward and impaled me on his huge cock. I threw my head back and screamed from the sweet pleasure. With his every thrust my breasts swayed. He began to thrust harder and harder and I knew I was going to cum. He withdrew and threw me onto my stomach roughly. He lifted my ass in the air and entered me from behind. After nearly five minutes of him fucking me I came. I gripped the bedspread and cam as he continued. He laughed when he heard me moan. "Oh fuck me." I said as I always did

He slapped my ass as he came hard inside me. I looked over my shoulder at him, my face flushed and remembered why it was so hard to break away from him. 

"Do you want more, Carol?" I knew she did. It was hard to fill her completely. 

"No." I whimpered the lie. 

He grinned as he removed his cock and I whimpered again in response. 

"Of course you do my little whore." He parted her ass cheeks and slid himself deep into my ass. I called out in pain and pleasure. "Oh yes." I yelled as I rocked myself back onto him. I wanted him to fill me completely. 

He gripped my hair roughly in his hands and yanked my head back. "You're mine do you understand that, Caroline?" 

I moaned, "yes." 

"You'll be coming with me when I leave." 

I moaned and bit my lip. "Harder."

He stilled his movements and I whimpered. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, please don't stop." I tried to push myself back to encourage him. 

"We're going to a chapel after this and we're getting married." He slapped her ass again, "Get it?"

"Yes please." He took mercy on me and continued to slam into me as hard and as fast as he could. I gripped her bed spread. 

"Caleb, please," I moaned "fuck my pussy." 

"My little whore," he said as he moved his cock from my ass to my pussy. After hours spent on making love they lay together. I knew my fate was sealed. He would never let me leave.



Reunion



Despite all the other changes in their lives, one thing was true for both of them: it had been a very long time since they had last seen each other. Long ago they had been lovers and friends, but things change, stuff happens, and they had moved on in different directions toward each one's happiness. While there was no question that they thought of each other often, especially in quiet solitary moments of reflection during sensual masturbation that resulted in more intense pleasure and heightened orgasms, they had no expectation of seeing each other again. They knew the whereabouts of each other, but they also knew how different their lives had become, how impossible it was now to have any of the relationship they had once known together. 

She had wanted to believe the impossible, that a future that included him could happen, even tried to believe it despite having no evidence at all to support it. Finally, she had accepted, beyond all hope or thought or even fantasy, that she would never see him again. So she filed him away mentally in a sealed envelope, closed the imaginary file drawer, and closed the door forever on that relationship. No remnant of him remained on her computer or in her life other than in her memories, and even these she tried to squeeze to the back of her mind. She had succeeded at last at truly saying goodbye to him. 

This is why she thought she was dreaming, or that someone was drunk and playing a game, anything other than that it was real when she saw his name in her inbox one day. Almost scared to open the message, it briefly indicated that he would be at a local coffee shop at a certain time. No invitation, nothing beyond that fact. Feeling incredibly stupid, gullible, and certain it was a joke, that he'd never show up, she went to the coffee shop early anyway, bought a small cup of foul-tasting coffee as rent for a table, then read a magazine. Looking at her watch too often, the minutes slowly ticked by, but soon the time had passed when he was to be there. She too-intently concentrated on her magazine to keep from constantly looking for him, even now hoping he was just a little late but increasingly believing he was somewhere laughing at her susceptibility. He arrived not very late, and once she saw him time no longer mattered. 

It felt odd being so near this man again who could so easily drive her to sexual ecstasies, yet they were only chitchatting as old friends, old platonic friends, as if none of it had ever happened. They kept up the façade while asking about the specifics in each other's lives, and she tried to ignore his physical presence, the fact of him. She might have successfully played the game of "let's pretend we're not thinking about sex" had he not periodically touched her hand or her shoulder in empathy when she expressed some of the tougher things in her life. His touch made her respond, even though she fought it, and looking at his face, his smile, his talented mouth, made her quiver from desire. She couldn't remember fighting something so much in her life the way she strove with all her might not to think of him as her lover, to be happy just to see him, content that he didn't hate her or had begun to forget her. At one point the fact of his presence, especially that little knowing smile and slight flirting that he could not hide anymore, brought her nearly to orgasm while sitting in the café with her legs crossed under the table. She gripped the edges of the marble surface and hoped he didn't realize what was happening with her. She honestly was very happy for his new life, and she focused on that, the impossibility of it all for her, the conviction that it was all history between them, to regain her composure. 

He never did miss anything with her. His ability to read her so vividly meant he had power to tease her and thrill her in so very many ways. His face remained calm but his eyes grew bright and sparkling with the thrill of the chase hunters know so well. Inside him somewhere was the realization that he had, whether looking for it or not, found his prey, and he knew exactly how to bring her down under his control. She tried not to look embarrassed and ashamed when she looked up at him; she was only able to relax when she saw in his smile that he was affected, flattered, perhaps aroused as well. He reminded her, unnecessarily, of all those times he had brought her to orgasm in public, without any significant touch. This time he merely said how beautiful it would be to see her climax again there in the café with him. His eyes bore through her resistance, triggering an orgasm that seemed to come from his will power more than her body, igniting her, causing her to tremble, pant, heat up, and squeeze her hands into fists in a violent effort to keep from rubbing herself, from calling out his name as she came silently, quickly, publicly. 

His delight was evident in his face. He soon began to talk about how the rest of his day would go, indicating that he would be alone in a furnished, non-occupied apartment for a couple of hours. His details about this confused her; could he really be asking her to come over, to have another sensual adventure together? He said that if she was in the neighborhood to stop by, which seemed an obvious opportunity, but what if she was guessing incorrectly, if he was simply making polite talk? She told him her fears, concluding with the need to hear him say explicitly that it was an invitation, if indeed it was, which she mostly doubted. With only a moment's pause, he looked her steadily in the eyes and said with conviction, "It's an invitation." 

She was stunned into breathless silence. They both had errands to run but would rendezvous an hour later. His intention was fairly clear, there was little doubt that he wanted to make love to her again, perhaps as a last fling before his final step of commitment to another. They parted with a quick hug, as platonic friends do, and drove to their separate errands. 

An hour later, she timidly knocked on the door, still wondering if she would see him angry or pleased or at all. He was all smiles as he ushered her in, evoking broad smiles from her in response. She was still convinced he would change his mind, sure, that is, until she had to make a quick phone call, and while on the phone, feeling safely distant from him, she felt his fingertips dance ever so lightly over her back and ass. Tingles, sparks, heat, and lust rushed through her, ensnared her, caused her voice to become breathy and rough. Had it been a longer call she doubted she would have maintained any verbal control. 

Now she knew, without any doubts, that he wanted her there for sex. They both realized that great sex would happen, and with this knowledge they each relaxed, dropped any remaining anxiety and fears. Facing her now, he caught her in a full-body embrace and, by holding her chin, controlled how much she could reach him to kiss him. Her moans began immediately for with this little action he became once again her beloved Dom, the sex master from whom she had learned so much. She was absolutely his then, and this understanding created a power that possessed him. His height over her forced her on her tiptoes when he pulled her face to his, the kiss too passionate to be refused simply because her feet only just barely reached the ground in his hold on her. She was happily helpless to resist his desires; she wondered if her neck would hurt under the strain, but she also didn't care. 

He released her and stepped back, busying himself with the task that brought him there, leaving her gasping for air, for the ability to stand after his sudden departure from her side. They needed few words; almost everything they might have said was unnecessary, and so much was already known. Periodically during his chores he'd catch her up in his arms, a playful smile filling his expression as he held her, showing his thrill of knowing he was completely in charge, that she was his to command. With little hesitation he removed her blouse and bra so she was topless. While he was pressed against her back and was caressing her naked breasts, she mumbled half-audibly an exhibitionistic thought, "Wouldn't it be great if someone was there watching us?" Immediately he pushed her toward the window at the balcony, the window facing a major street that was filled with daytime traffic. He pressed his body against hers, forcing her against the cold glass pane, flattening her breasts against the window, displaying her to all below. She tried to fight it, but enjoyed it more than she expected since it somehow made her melt against him even more. He pressed her there long enough to feel all her muscles relax, for her to know that she would stay there as long as he wanted regardless of the consequences. Having won that victory, having felt her body sag against his with a contented sigh, he withdrew from the window, stood her on her own, and busied himself in the various rooms. 

Thinking he was just doing his chores, she paid no notice when he arranged several pillows on a couch. Soon after, however, when he held her again, kissed her with more ownership while he controlled her motions increasingly to his delight and her restraint, he gently but persistently pushed her backward. Soon she was against the back of the couch, and there he spun her around, assertively pressed down on her back. The pillows perfectly supported her well at this angle so it was unpredictably comfortable for her lying there with her bare breasts on the pillow and her still-attired ass in the air at a very fuckable height. He mixed light caresses on her ass with broad-hand, loud spanks. With each one of the dozens she received within the next hour, she expected to hurt from the spanks, but never once did she. Each one increased her awareness of him, of his authoritative touch on her body, of his unspoken instructions in her mind. Each spank made her wish for another one, caused her to hunger for him more in all ways. Inevitably, he would walk away after a few caresses and spanks to move this or that from here to there, doing his chores as if she weren't there. His smug grin betrayed that he was fully aware of her, as did the bulge in his pants. 

She stayed bent over the couch when he left her side, never really considering any other option, not wanting to be anywhere else. Sometimes he allowed her to nuzzle her face against his hardness hidden behind his pants when he stood on the other side or end of the couch, and other times he pulled out his rock solid erection for her to lick and suck. Naturally, he didn't make this easy for her, but instead kept enough distance that she could only reach the tip, and only then if she fully extended her tongue. She inched along the back of the couch to be closer to him, nearly crawling on it until she heard him say sternly, "One foot on the ground at all times." Immediately she dropped her foot, planted herself where she was, but still stretched in her hunger for him to be in her. Frequently, he pressed on her head to keep her at various teasing distances from her target, but sometimes he would suddenly press fully into her and shove his cock all the way into her mouth, causing her to gasp and sputter as she greedily suckled her master. They both knew she loved him, especially as her master but also as a friend, and that drove her hunger for him to greater levels. 

Just as suddenly, he would pull back, zip up, and walk away, leaving her sprawled across the back of the couch, one leg bent over the ridge while the other on the floor somewhat supported her. A few spanks and caresses might land on her ready ass when he walked past, and a quick chance to suck him would appear for which she was happy to be fully available to him, mind and body. Her appetite for him, for his cock, soon caused her to hump the couch, unconsciously and increasingly till he pointed it out to her, exalting in her lust for him. She stayed where he had placed her, reached for him in whatever way she could when he let her, and grew hot and wet for him beneath her pants. Her legs now spread wide from her rubbing against the couch, his spanks sometimes found her pussy, shocking her into new need for him, for his touch anywhere on her. She wanted to suck him and fuck him and kiss him all at once, to be the passive sex slave for him and the skilled assertive servant who does all the work for him. In truth, all she knew was that in those moments she was thrilled to be there savoring every second, every bit of pleasure he expressed to her. 

Helping her to rise from the couch, he held her in his arms and kissed her with all the emotions and passions he felt, blending the aspects of him that wanted to tenderly make sweet love to her with the parts that wanted to savagely rape and claim her, to abuse her for the need she created in him. She melted even more against him, craving him as he lightly caressed her and boldly grabbed handfuls of her flesh, of her hair. Her breath was deep as he kept her always on the edge of orgasm, never letting her go over the edge she so strongly needed. While still kissing her, he slowly walked her to the bedroom, his steps forward forcing her to walk backward all while maintaining his embrace, his lips on hers, and their hands all over each other. 

He unzipped her pants and unhurriedly helped her to wiggle out of them, leaving her completely naked while he was fully clothed. She tried to wrap herself around his body, pressed her hot mound against his leg with blatant need for satisfaction. She wanted him to pleasure himself with her, knowing that whatever he would do would excite her, too, as it always did. The thought crossed her mind that he might set her out on the balcony, naked in full daylight to the crude public, and she accepted that possibility in the same way she welcomed all his attentions to her. 

His control over himself began to dwindle when he felt her squirm in her aroused nudeness. He pushed her back onto the bed, her legs draped over the edge as he undressed. Not having been told not to do so, she couldn't help but to rub her pussy, her clit, enjoying the wetness and the arousal she never could match when she masturbated alone. With him there, however, her touch was his, and she easily brought herself closer to orgasm. When he looked deep into her eyes, possessing her body with his mind, she could no longer resist and she rubbed harder, faster, and intermittently fucked herself with two fingers as she came for him, in response to his desire for her to do so. 

Now freed of his clothing, he approached the bed and pushed her back so her feet rested against her ass cheeks, fully exposing herself to him. He positioned her feet precisely to spread her legs just far enough for his purposes, and a bit more into her slight discomfort. He quickly dropped to his knees, surprising her, and his expert tongue quickly lapped up her juices, created more with swift gentle licks on her clit with the tip of his tongue and slow licks up from her ass over her entire pussy using the whole of his tongue. The room began to spin for her as she lost herself in the sweetest orgasm, one that flowed quickly into another and yet another. He controlled her with his tongue and lips, would not release her from such a height of passion even those climaxes could not tame. His hands explored her thighs and ass while his tongue tortured her with skillful pleasing. He paused only long enough to lightly spank the extremely sensitive, fully-aroused pleasure zone of her pussy, the almost too hard swat stunning her for just a moment before the rush that followed sent her deeper into sensual bliss. Had she been capable of thought, she would have only been able to think how much she needed to be fucked, how desperately she needed him inside her. At that moment she would have taken anyone he told her to take, in any way he said, but he wanted her only for himself, a fact that warmed her and filled her even before his body did.

When he stood, his throbbing hardness amply illustrated his need for her as well. The look in his eyes meant anything at all might be next, and he teased her by standing still for a short time, simply looking at her beautiful readiness and eagerness for him, his cock evidently hungry for her. He slid a condom on quickly and leaned forward to place himself on top of her. Inching up her body, he was soon able to kiss her, and his demanding cock poked rudely against her crotch, insisted upon entering her. He obliged by resting his tip at her silky hot portal for a couple moments before slamming his full length into her. She gasped and bucked in response to his commanding thrusts, gulping in air as her climaxes shot through her. She held on to him and willed him to rescue her from his lust, from her responses to it, but even more she mentally begged him to never stop fucking her, filling her, pinning her in the soft bed. 

She tried to look at him whenever she could, the visual feedback reminding her that this wasn't just a glorious dream. His thrusts stopped briefly, his smile increased during that bit of rest, and he grabbed her right leg and bent sideways it in front of him. In this way, he could turn her on her side while he was still fully within her tightness that refused to let him go. The sight of her ass so open to him implored him to spank it, caress it, something he relished doing. Even on her bare skin his loud full swats never hurt, making her wonder if he had truly a special touch and/or if their connection had some unique quality that prevented her from ever hurting. This fleeting thought quickly escaped her mind the moment the spanks stopped because at that moment he began to thrust again, a bit gently at first as they adjusted to the new position, then with all the force of before. 

She was on her side at her hips but twisted to be able to see him, to display her taut breasts for him. Once or twice he tweaked her lust-hardened nipples, but his whole body was focused on fucking her, filling her, taking her. She rolled her upper body back in alignment so she was again fully on her side and let the rhythm of his fucking rock her pussy against her hand over her clit. This extra stimulation, not that she needed it, kept her at her peak. She felt her whole body to be an erogenous zone to him, and she rocked in joy and sustained arousal. Her thoughts finding a voice, she softly and almost unconsciously pleaded aloud, "Oh god, babe, ride me!"

He fucked her harder, slamming himself against her in tidal waves of force. He pushed his thumb deeply into her ass and pumped her with it, felt from there his cock fucking her, and strained her opening in his need to fill her everywhere. His breathing quickly deepened, grew husky, and his body seemed to glow from the soft lights reflecting off his sweat-drenched chest and head. Then he made that one sound, something like a grunt but that was music to her for it meant he was going over the edge into a strong orgasm. That sound sent her with him into climax that shook their bodies together, their spasms extending their release, his pulsing cock wrestling with her clenching cunt as they came together. 

Eventually, when the sensations receded enough, he dropped beside her, held her while they both found again the ability to breathe normally. With that came the realization that there is a world beyond their lust, beyond their pleasure with each other. As this thought crossed their minds, they reluctantly, silently, rose and cleaned up. They dressed quickly and he again returned to his original task, now more focused since he was a bit behind schedule, although not much bothered by that fact. She gathered her things and headed for the front door, still in a contented silence. She wanted to say – something – but what could she possibly say? See you soon? No, once again she had no reason to expect to see him again, to ever hear from him, and certainly not like this. Goodbye forever? No, their farewells had too often been changed to hello to have any meaning when spoken. I love you? No, they both knew that, and it would only hurt them both to hear it. Thank you? Yes, this she could say for it implied no obligation, no future, no past, only a recognition of the present. So when she reached the door she kindly thanked him, gave him the briefest of cordial hugs, then mentally said a "final" goodbye to him again as she walked away, leaving him to his separate life.



Reunion



Here's my second submission. I hope it's an improvement. If you could take the time to give me some feedback, I would really appreciate it. Thanks for reading.

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As the cool water ran down my body, I smiled in anticipation. I'd been waiting for this day much too long. My hands traveled the easy slope of my shoulders, the heavy hills of my breasts, and the soft mound of my belly. I was tempted to let my fingers slip between my thighs, but I thought better of it. After all, we'd promised each other to resist self-pleasuring for the week leading up to our meeting. I wondered if that had been as challenging for him as it had for me. Honestly, I'm sure I'd be great candidate for Masturbators Anonymous. Before my hands could begin to wander again, I stepped out of the shower and toweled myself off.

I picked a softly scented lotion and began a careful application, making sure that every inch of my chocolate skin would be perfectly soft for his touch. Once I was done, I picked a comfortable, yet not quite innocent bra and panty set. The top was a simple, black, and trimmed with lace, and the bottom consisted of soft, lacy boyshorts—that just happened to be crotchless. I smiled at the thought of the surprise this would be for him later. He wouldn't be able to tell unless he was looking really closely. And I was certainly hoping he would be.

Finally, I slipped on a simple summer dress, the kind that is light and airy and lets me feel the breeze. It clung to my heavy breasts, nipped in at the waist, and then skimmed over my wide, womanly hips. I stepped into a pair of sandals and picked up my car keys. Before I walked out the door, I grabbed the things I had already set there in advance. With my arms almost full, I walked to my car and placed everything on the back seat. Then I took my place in the driver's seat, and took a deep breath before putting the key in the ignition.

On the way to the airport, I could barely concentrate on the road. Good thing it was still early afternoon, well before rush hour. When I saw the bright orange sign indicating the arrival lane, my heartbeat sped up. After six long months apart, I would finally see him again. And this time, he was here to stay. That thought alone made my mouth water.

We'd met online almost two years earlier, on a comic book forum. I wasn't looking for love there; in my book, online dating was a rather silly idea. During my first week on the forum, I mentioned working as a teacher in my introduction post, and I received a private message from Istakevamps85 soon after. He was nearing his college graduation and considered getting into the teaching profession. I messaged him back, and three months later, the correspondence hadn't stopped. I told him my real name was Weslie. He was Michael. Six months after that first message, I was waking up a few minutes earlier every morning so that I could read his messages before going to work. We exchanged pictures; he was tall, lean, and at the time, his dark hair just teased his shoulders. He said he found my girly buzz cut cute.

As the months passed, I felt myself growing impatient when a day elapsed without my receiving one of his vitriolic messages about reality TV or the state of world affairs. We talked of books, life, death, personal failures, and triumphs. By the end of year one, I knew I was falling in love with his personality. I tried to talk myself out of it. After all, he was younger than me, and while I lived in Florida, he was several states away in New Mexico. According to my self-imposed set of rules, those were two strikes against him. Oh, and he was a virgin: strike three. Yet when he messaged and told me he loved me, I told him the truth. That I loved him too. Then I decided I'd fly over and meet him during my next break from work. So much for my rules.

Now as I pulled into the pickup area, I saw him. He was standing, leaning slightly against the wall, looking effortlessly handsome as always. With his messy black curls, dark aviator sunglasses, and day-old stubble, he could have passed for a rock star traveling incognito. I pulled over, barely taking the time to turn off the engine before I stepped out of the car. I my haste, I left my door opened, as an officer quickly pointed out. I closed the door and ran toward my man. I stopped for a moment, then threw my arms around his neck and kissed him deep. I'm usually not one to make such public displays, but at this point, it was a wonder I didn't just tear off his Rolling Stones T-shirt on the spot. I looked up just in time to see the officer, now impatiently pointing at the sign that read "Pickup and Loading Only". We quickly picked up the luggage and got in the car. The moving truck would get here for another two days.

"How was the flight? Not too tiring?" I asked as the airport receded from my rearview mirror. I'm not sure why I asked, because he didn't look tired at all. In fact, he looked quite refreshed and appetizing.

"It was fine," he said, though he seemed as distracted as I was. I was quite sure I'd seen him gaze at my cleavage and lick his sensual lips. He'd been fond of my breasts since our first night together.

It had been during that visit I had promised him. I remember the flight. I had spent hours thinking of everything that could go wrong during my stay. Maybe he would chew with his mouth opened. Maybe he would find me fat rather than curvaceous. Maybe there would be no chemistry between us. By the time I had gotten off the plane, I was seriously considering turning back. Then I saw him; he looked just as nervous as I was. He was pacing back and forth, holding not a clichéd red rose, but a single stem of Venus's looking-glass. We hugged. The increased tempo of my heartbeat assured me that chemistry would not be a problem.

During the ride to his place, there were uncomfortable silences and polite chitchat. Finally as he was giving me the tour, he stopped and turned around to say something. I hadn't been looking and walked right into him, my nose hitting his chest.

"You OK?" he asked. I looked up, and rather than answer, I rose to the tip of my toes and pressed my lips against his. After an awkward second, he parted his lips, and soon our tongues played together, exploring newfound territory.

After the kiss, the tension seemed to evaporate. He cooked me dinner, and the conversation became much more animated and natural. After we watched a few episodes of the original Batman series, jet lag caught up with me.

He showed me to his bed and started to walk toward the door. I grabbed his hand.

"Stay awhile," I said. "Please."

He took off his shoes and lay down next to me. We kissed again, with more confidence. This time, I let my hands wander along the lines of his back while his own crept under the hem of my shirt. I shivered at the feeling of his fingers grazing the skin of my belly. He stopped, as if asking for my permission. I smiled, and he removed my shirt. When my full, breasts were revealed, the red lace contrasting with my brown skin, he looked at them with such reverence that I felt myself blush. He rubbed his cheek against them before placing light kisses allover the soft flesh.

"Wes, red light!" He said. "Wha—" "Red light," he said again, bringing me back to reality before I drove us into the path of an incoming truck. Good thing one of us was still paying attention to the road.

We made it to our destination without any more close calls. We didn't go back to my apartment; that would wait until the morning. Instead, I drove up to a small property surrounded by lush palm trees and towering weeping willows, sheltering it from the eyes of curious passersby. He looked at me, a surprised expression on his face, and I simply smiled, grabbed his hand, and lead him toward the main house. Once there, I checked us in. An attendant led us down a white pebble path, past a white trellis gazebo, to our suite. It was actually a small cottage, with a red brick foundation offering a sharp contrast to the white walls. It was right on the edge of the estate, nestled amidst fragrant, blooming orange trees, and flanked by two bushes of Gallic roses.

Once we were inside, I said,

"You must be tired from your flight, Honey. Why don't you take a hot bath while I get some things ready?" 

As I watched him walk toward the bathroom, it took all of my willpower not to follow him. While he was in the tub, I took out a few the wine, fruits, and delectable eats I had packed, and placed them in the fridge for later. I opened my other bag and took out a bottle of fruity warming lotion that doubles as lube, and placed it on the nightstand. I pulled out a couple of scented candles as well, and placed them around the room. I decided to leave the rest of my surprises in the bag for the time being. Just as I closed the bag, I felt his eyes on me. I turned around. He was standing there looking at me, his skin still steaming from the bath, and a towel wrapped around his waist. The sight sent a surge of heat from my face to the crimson flesh between my thighs. My mouth watered, and my fingers tingled. Goosebumps covered the surface of my skin.

I sat on the bed, and motioned for him to come join me. He lay down on his back, looking up at me in that way that makes me feel beautiful. I kissed him, and then told him to flip over. I grabbed the bottle lotion off of the nightstand before straddling his back. I poured some in my palms, and rubbed my hand together to get the liquid warm. Then I began to knead his back, starting just above the towel, relishing the feel of his smooth, perfect buttermilk skin under my fingers. As I worked my way up to his shoulders, he began to shift slightly under me. I watched the slick sinews of his lean back flex and relax, and I couldn't help but want a taste. I took a long lick up his spine, from the edge of the towel to the Aztec symbol tattooed between his shoulders, and then trailed my nails down each side of his back. 

He growled that low growl that makes my inner flesh quiver, and flipped over abruptly, toppling me over in the process. I landed on my back with a giggle.

"You're overdressed," he said, as the towel fell from his hips.

He pulled the dress up and over my head. He began to kiss and nibble my neck, knowing it would make me moan. It always does. Then he captured my lips with his own, kissing me hard, his tongue fighting my own. He reached behind me to unhook my bra, and he smiled wickedly as my breasts burst free. He grabbed the bottle I'd left on the bed and, with a mischievous smile, drizzled the cold liquid on my chest, making me shiver. He took his time massaging the lotion into my skin, making my breasts slick as he teased them. Then he blew on them softly, causing the lotion to heat up. I whimpered at the pleasing new sensation. I felt him harden, as if my pleasure fed his own.

I pulled him up until his erection rested between my now slick breasts. I held them together, enfolding him as he slid back and forth, coming just far enough for me to taste the liquid beading at the tip. I knew he would enjoy it; on that first night during my visit, it had been his first request after he'd lavished my breasts with kisses, licks, and bites. He panted as he enjoyed the soft, heated mounds cradling him. I wondered if he was thinking about that first night too. The sounds of our flesh rubbing together and of his ragged breathing were making me ache with need.

He shifted and slid down my body and settles next to me, as if he'd smelled my arousal. He frowned as he noticed my knees held tightly together. I gave him a wicked smile before slowly spreading my legs for him, revealing my panties' unusual feature. He licked his lips as if I'd presented him with the tastiest of desserts. Like the creamy cheesecake he enjoys so much. He'd made one for me when I visited him.

Soon he was teasing me, tracing my outer lips with his tongue. He caressed my slit which stood out red and glistening with light, wet strokes. He switched to quick, hard licks. He licked slow and wet again. He needed no directions; my moans and writhing body told him all he needed to know. By the time he trapped my swollen clit between his lips, I was dizzy with lust, all my senses focused on my impending climax. He slipped one finger inside me, slowly sliding it in and out, searching, exploring. A second slender digit joined the first. I whimpered. Then he sucked harder, keeping the rhythm of his fingers. I fell over the edge, crying out, almost screaming as I arched my body off the bed. When my body stopped trembling, he looked up at me, with love in his eyes, and my juices glistening on his face. I never could resist that sight. The first time I saw it was on the third night of my visit, and I'd know then that I would do anything he could ever ask of me.

I pulled him up and kissed him, pressing my body against his. We rolled around on the bed, running our hands over each other's bodies, kissing, biting, laughing, sighing. He found himself on top of me again. I closed my eyes, immersing myself in our kiss while his hands cradling my head. I gasped as he entered me again, his lips still on mine. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning as he began to thrust, deep and smooth. I put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer so I could feel his skin against mine. We were connected, lips to lips, skin to skin, pussy to cock. I scratched at his back, groaning, wordlessly begging him to pick up his speed. He continued to tease me with his torturous slow pace for a while longer, working me into a frenzy of lust, before beginning to thrust hard and fast, grabbing my butt so I couldn't slip away. I struggled to hold his burning gaze as my body shook in climax, leaving me only able to pant and make incoherent sounds of rapture. He was not far behind me, and he soon collapsed by my side, resting his head on my chest. As I stroked his hair contentedly, I looked out the window and smiled. The sun hadn't even set yet; this reunion of ours was only beginning.



Reunion



Rose looked out at the sky. It was a clear, late summer night, and she could see the moon glowing above the trees. Although this image would calm most, standing under the stars brought her back to a night many years ago, one that still remained unresolved.

The summer after she turned 18 had been the greatest of her life. Rose had spent it backpacking far from her home. Although she had met many people along the way who were special to her, even romantically, there was one person who had meant more to her than the others combined. His name was Noah. He was an 18-year-old cello player with dark green eyes and an air of intelligence. Although Rose had been free, Noah had a girlfriend at home. This did not keep them from becoming travel companions, spending hours walking together talking, leaving no topics unturned, including their sex lives.

One day, Noah and Rose played The Secrets Game.

"What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" he asked her.

Rose smiled slyly. "I hooked up with a girl once," she began.

Noah's interest had been provoked. "Serious?"

Rose nodded.

"Tell me everything. Every detail."

Rose thought for a moment.

"She was sleeping over at my house and at about 2 in the morning when I was half asleep, I felt her start massaging my back..." Despite her trust in Noah, she was reluctant to tell him more.

"Come on. I'm dying here!!" 

"Um...She was kissing my neck and whispering to me to relax. We started making out, and undressing each other...." Rose hesitated again, despite knowing that Noah would more than just tolerate her story.

"We played with each other's boobs while we were still in our underwear, and then she took off my bra and sucked on my nipples until I lay her down on her back. I took her bra off her, and kissed her breasts, flicking her nipples. After a while she was pretty turned on so I kissed my way down her body and ate her out until she came. After a few minutes she took my panties off me, and I rolled on top of her, moving our legs into the right position. I ground my pussy against hers--"

Noah interrupted. "And how did that feel?"

"It's a really awkward position, but it was amazing. It was so hot and wet, and she was moaning even though she'd just cum a minute before. I felt her swollen tits against mine, all soft and warm, and after a while I came really hard, and I fingered her until she came again, and we fell asleep, and we got up the next day and...went shopping, or something...I can't remember." Rose smiled. She was surprised that she had shared her experience in such detail, thinking that it would have made her feel like a slut. But she felt liberated and happy that she had told Noah. She liked knowing that she had turned him on. She hoped that he would reciprocate with something good.

"So I guess it's your turn now. What's the craziest thing you've ever done?"

"I slept with a guy once." He smiled.

"Somehow, as pro-gay as I am, I don't really want to hear the details of that one!" Rose laughed.

"No, you really don't. It would have been really fun...if I was gay."

Another day, they played the game again.

"How big are you?" Rose began.

Noah gave her a sly grin.

"Maybe you'll find out some day,"

She tried to protest, he touched her hand.

"Tell me your biggest secret ever."

Rose looked into the depth of his green eyes. Her heart raced and she longed to tell him the true secret. "I am in love with you." But she stayed silent, gathering courage, until the two were interrupted by some a couple they had met the previous day.

By the end of the summer, they had reached an unsaid understanding that in another time and place, their friendship would have been more. The night Rose left Noah had been one of the most bittersweet memories of her life. As they walked along for the last time, she had felt a rush that compelled her to grab him into her arms, and he had reciprocated. As he held her in the moonlight, Rose wondered what she would do when she returned to her normal life. They looked at each other, then looked down, knowing that they were dangerously close to a kiss, and that they could not allow Noah to stray. It was time for Rose to leave. The path they walked was dark, and they held hands. The world was waiting as Noah kissed Rose lightly, and held her for the last time before she walked away, alone. They had not seen each other again.

Rose and Noah had corresponded regularly and happily despite the 10-hour distance between them. They remained interested in each others' lives. They discussed problems and triumphs in late-night phone calls. Their inside jokes survived. They often said the exact same thing at the exact same time. They graduated from high school, and Rose attended college 2 hours from his home. She knew that she would see Noah again some day, but she often wondered what their reunion would be like.

One day Rose received a phone call from Noah as she was on her way to class.

"I'm coming to see you," he said.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I have no classes next monday so I was thinking I could come down for the weekend."

Rose was startled. "I haven't seen you for years. And what about Jessica?"

"Jessica's been gone for a while. I'm sorry I didn't say anything about it. I wanted to recover on my own first, if that makes any sense. In fact, we can talk about it when I get there." If Noah was still grieving, his voice left no indication.

She took a deep breath. "I would love to see you this weekend. My roommate and I even have sleeping space for you. Do you need me to pick you up from the train station?..."

When Rose hung up the phone she felt different. She was excited, but also extremely scared. What would happen during this visit? They were both single. They were not too far away from each other. Were these the different terms that their relationship had lacked before? She thought of all the nights when she had fantasized that he was with her in her bed. Noah kissing her the way she had wanted him to kiss her the night they said goodbye. "Would he take off his glasses?" Rose wondered, as she imagined running her fingers through his dark brown hair, feeling his musician hands exploring her body, feeling his cock grow, feeling it inside of her. She shivered, thinking of the futon she and her roommate kept for guests, wondering if maybe they wouldn't need it this time.

On friday, Rose finished her lab and headed to the train station to meet Noah. As she entered the building and stood waiting for him to arrive, she felt her heart beat out of control. Every nerve in her body was in panic mode, and her palms were so sweaty she had to wipe then on her jeans. She saw the train pull into the station, and watched as people exited, wondering if maybe he looked different from when she had left him. Noah climbed off the train and Rose ran to him, jumping into his arms. It was a cliche reunion at best, but as she felt his arms around her again, knowing that her friend was back, it didn't matter at all.

"So, what should we do first? Are you hungry?" Rose asked as she drove Noah back to her dorm.

"Actually I'm starving. Let's catch up while we eat."

Rose looked sideways at him. "Yeah...you can tell me what the hell happened with Jessica that you didn't seem was necessary to mention."

Noah looked sheepish. "It's not very interesting, but if it would make you happy..."

Rose pulled into campus. "I think it would. Unless you don't want to talk about it." She turned off the car and got out. "Let's go get some food."

Noah and Rose spent the next few hours deep in conversation. Despite their regular correspondence, the opportunity to actually speak face-to-face was definitely the preferred method of communication. Noah had the chance to tell her about what had happened with Jessica.

"I know that we loved each other, but we are completely different people. We don't like the same things and we couldn't pretend that we did just because of the sex. Eventually we just fought all the time, and it wasn't fair to either of us to stay in the relationship. We both knew that, and now we're better off as individuals."

Rose was further impressed by Noah's maturity of the situation. She hoped her eyes communicated this, because she couldn't resist a rather immature comment.

"But the sex was good?"

Noah smiled. "Oh, yes it was."

They sat for a moment smiling at each other. Then Noah broke the silence.

"So, what's been going on with you romantically?"

Rose sighed. "Not much. I guess I'm kind of picky. I've dated, but nothing's been really exciting." She remembered how in love she had been with Joseph, the boy she'd dated right before they went to college 13 hours apart. Aside from Noah, nobody had understood her as well. She wished that she could find someone with that depth of connection again. When she couldn't, she had stopped looking.

"Nobody could take Joseph's place, huh?" Noah smiled.

"Nobody who was available," Rose's eyes shone.

Noah returned her gaze. Then he stood up from the table.

"Why don't we get a movie tonight? That way I'll be awake to see the city tomorrow," Noah did seem to be tired from traveling, even if it was only 2 hours worth.

"Sounds good to me. Do you want to pick?" Rose knew that they liked the same movies. Noah shrugged, and as they walked out the door, she felt his hand lightly touch her shoulder blade. Tentative and instantaneous as it was, she still felt a shiver of excitement as they headed to the video store. He selected an obscure indie film, they returned to the dorm, then settled on the futon in Rose's room to watch it.

It was nice to sit together again. There was nothing urgent to discuss, and Rose and Noah were comfortable to enjoy just being around each other for the weekend. At least for a half-hour or so, until Noah decided to lie down on the futon.

"I'm tired," he protested.

"I can go to bed if you want," Rose said.

"No, it's fine. I'm not *that* tired,"

"It's just hard to sit with you all sprawled out here," she whacked at him playfully, but Noah grabbed her arm.

"You can lie down with me if you want," his eyes flirting.

Rose tried not to smile, but without avail. Noah persisted.

"Come on, you know you want to," He tickled her sides. 

She giggled. "OK, fine. You win."

She lay down on the futon. Noah slid his arms around her waist, hugging her body to his. Rose closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth. After a few minutes he nuzzled her neck, and his hands began to slide across her soft stomach, then to the curves of her hips. He kissed her hair, her temple, her cheek, his mouth migrating continually downward. It felt so good to be close to him, but she didn't want to go much further without knowing that this would last beyond the weekend.

"Noah?"

"Mmwha?" His voice was groggy.

"What's going to happen when you go home?"

Noah sat up, holding Rose's head in his lap. He looked into her eyes.

"I'll come back whenever I can. And you can come see me when you can,"

"Are we doing this for real now?" Her voice was quiet and vulnerable.

Noah stroked her hair. "Yes, Rose. We are." He leaned down to her face and kissed her lips softly. She put her fingers in his hair and kissed him harder. Their mouths opened, tongues tasting each other sensuously. She turned off the tv, and pulled him back so he was lying down with her again, their hands free to explore each other's bodies.

They had waited so long for this. It was dreamlike as Noah kissed Rose's neck, his fingers tracing up to feel the soft skin underneath her shirt. She sighed, pulling his shirt over her head, running her hands over his pecs and flat stomach, feeling the sparse hair that covered his body. Her lips traced his neck and upward, where she used her tongue and teeth on his ears. Noah undid the buttons of Rose's shirt slowly, kissing the tops of her small, round breasts as he went. He lingered after removing the shirt, cupping her in his hands before unhooking her sheer, lacy bra and bringing his mouth to the breasts, lips first brushing in between them, then moving to suck the pink nipples each in turn. Rose groaned. She could feel her arousal growing in between her legs. With every touch of his hands she could feel the fluids escape from deep inside of her. He unzipped her pants, then moved his hands over her hips and behind to her back, kissing her neck again. Rose was even more turned on that he was holding her back. She pulled her head back and looked into his eyes, and they smiled at each other. He slowly put his fingers under the waistband of her panties, as he kissed her gently. His fingers travelled further, and he slipped one inside of her. 

"You're so wet," he murmured in her ear.

"I'm wet because you make me feel so good,"

She moaned softly. Noah removed his finger, and her panties. Naked, Rose pulled him up to a sitting position and straddled him. His eyes travelled all over her body.

"You're beautiful," he breathed, kissing her neck. She undid his belt and he ran his hands across her body liberally as she pulled down his pants, grinding into him, feeling his hardness. She sucked his neck, then kissed lower across his chest, then down the happy trail. She removed his boxers, noting that he was very well-endowed. Taking the shaft in her hand, she licked the head of his stiff cock before sliding her entire mouth onto it. She moved up and down over it, her mouth making her tongue vibrating over him. After a minute or so, Noah groaned, and touched her hair with his hands.

"Rose, it's not time for me to come yet," he said, pulling her up. Holding her hips, he laid her down on her back. He kissed her before he lowered his head and began to eat her gently. Her back arched with the sensations of his tongue, and it was not long before he brought her to an orgasm that made her toes curl. He lay down next to her as while she caught her breath, and as he kissed her, she could taste herself on his tongue. Soon she was ready for more. She looked at him. 

"I want you inside me." 

Noah looked back. "Mmm, so do I." 

He couldn't wait much longer. Rose knew that he had made her come to prepare her for his enormous size, yet he continued to tease her by allowing only an inch or so of his cock into her pussy as she anticipated the opening being filled. He waited for her pussy to involuntarily migrate itself towards his cock, craving more, before thrusting entirely into her slick hole. She raised her hips to his, wrapping her legs around his back, and he slid around inside of her until she came again, contracting around his cock, and he exploded inside her, moaning with the sensations, both feeling closer than they had ever been before.

Rose lay next to Noah, her hand on his stomach as they recovered. After a while she looked into his eyes, and wordlessly they climbed into her bed. He held her from behind as they fell into a deep sleep, finally both in the same place.



Reunion



Cam sat in the dark on the back porch watching the sky. The stars were out in force, and he tried to identify the different constellations, listening to the crickets and the frogs in the meantime. He expected Logan to pass by later, and they'd drink a few beers and talk shop. Logan was the only one he'd told the full story about his relationship with Ana, and he knew he wouldn't have been able to stay away from her so long if not for his brother's weekly updates. He glanced at his watch, and noted that it was getting late. He wondered what was keeping Logan so long, but he wasn't worried. Sometimes he'd stay over, and spend some time with their mother.

He thought idly about nothing in particular, watching a shooting star zip across the sky, and remembering to make a wish before it disappeared. That brought his thoughts to Ana, and to the hope he had that his letters to Matthew would be the beginning of a renewal of their love for each other. He touched the gold ring at his neck again, feeling the connection to her like a physical force. He ached to see her again, to hold her small sweet body in his arms, to make wild, passionate love to her. He heard a car pull up on the driveway, and he stood painfully and walked over to the bar to pull a couple of beers out of the freezer where he had placed them earlier to get cold. By the time Logan came through the house to the back door, Cam was back in his seat, beer in hand, watching the stars again.

"Had a date, did you?" he asked, swallowing a mouthful of beer and turning to look at his brother. He almost dropped the bottle he held in his hand. Logan was not alone, and Cam could pick that diminutive body out of a lineup. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, so he closed it again, feeling like a fool. He put down the bottle and struggled to his feet, trying not to let the woman he loved see the pain he was feeling. 

"Ana," he said finally, his voice hoarse with emotion.

"Cam," she replied, sounding no better than he had.

Logan cleared his throat. "I'll be in the study, Cam," he said and turned on his heel, not waiting for his brother to reply. 

Cam stared blankly after his brother's retreating back, and then slid his eyes back to Ana's face. She had not moved from her place by the door, and she seemed as unable to cope with this meeting as he did.

"Ana," Cam began again, but she didn't let him finish.

She moved towards him then, the dress she wore swirling around her legs. She stopped a foot away from him, and looked at him. Cam couldn't help himself. He reached for her, pulling her into his body, and lowered his head. 

"Cam, I'm sorry," she breathed. "Please forgive me!" 

Cam closed her mouth with a sweet kiss, hugging her tightly to him, ignoring the pain that shot through him. When Ana opened her mouth to him, he was lost, reveling in the feel of her silky tongue in his mouth, and her hands spread over his aching back. It was as though they had never been apart.

"Darling," he whispered, pulling away from her to look into her cat-colored eyes, "how...?"

Ana put her trembling fingers to his lips. "I was doing a book signing in town. I didn't call because I didn't know if you'd want to hear from me. Your brother came to the reception tonight and he said if I wanted to know what you felt I had to ask you myself." She stopped and gazed up at him, the unspoken question in her eyes.

"I have longed for you with every breath since the day you left me," he said passionately. "I didn't call because I thought you wouldn't want to hear from me." He chuckled. "We're a couple of dolts, aren't we?" he said, and bent his head to kiss her again.

"Logan said you had been in an accident, but I don't believe him," she said, pulling away from him again. "What really happened?"

Cam's face grew still, and he tried to hug her again, but she resisted. The pain he felt in his back and down his leg almost doubled him over, but he fought against it and sat down slowly. He knew Ana did not miss the way he sat carefully, nor could he hide the grimace of pain that slid across his face.

"Cam," she said, kneeling next to his chair, fear in her voice, "what happened?"

He took a deep breath, and turning his eyes to the dark lake over her head, he answered, "I had a disagreement with an international arms dealer. He tried to make sure I went to meet my Maker."

"How long were you in the hospital this time?" she wanted to know.

"Three months," he said slowly, still staring at the glistening lake waters.

"Why didn't you call me, Cam?" she asked, her voice thick with tears. "You know I would have come if you had." She reached over and turned his face so that he was forced to look at her. The love Cam saw shining in her eyes melted the last vestiges of his doubt and reserve, and he pulled her up toward his mouth again.

"I love you, Ana, more now, I think, than when we first fell in love. I want you with me all the time. How am I ever going to let you go again?" He covered her mouth with his desperately, and she answered his need with a deep kiss.

"I've never not loved you Cam," she said, when she could speak again. "I wish things were different now, and I could stay with you, but I have a final leg of the book signing tour to go on, that will take me into your back yard. I'll be in England for a week, and then I have to go back to Pine Bluff to work. My leave of absence is up in a little over two weeks." She sighed, and kissed his face again, before standing slowly. 

Cam didn't let go of her fingers. Instead, he struggled to his feet and pulled her up against his chest. "What if I came with you?" he wondered.

"You're obviously not well yet, Cam," she argued, looking at him with worry in her eyes. "Won't traveling like that aggravate your injuries?"

"Nothing will aggravate me if I can be with you every day," he said, and drew her bottom lip between his teeth. "Don't make me beg," he implored. 

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and he licked it on his way to her top lip. She moaned, and he settled his hungry mouth over hers. Between them there wasn't a coherent thought for a few minutes after that. Finally, when Cam could not mask the groan from the persistent pain that tore through him, Ana pulled away and took his hand.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go in. It sounds to me like you need your meds."

Cam let her lead him into the house, and when she paused to close the door behind her, he looked at her. She was so beautiful, she took his breath away, and she was his. He inhaled deeply, feeling grateful that she still loved him, and that he was being given a second chance to make it right with her.

"Where are your meds?" she asked, turning to him.

"Upstairs, in my bedroom," he said huskily, the thought of her in his room shooting adrenaline straight to his groin. "I'll get it," he said, turning to go, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Let Logan get it," she said in the no-nonsense voice he knew well from the last time she had helped him heal. "Where's the kitchen?"

He pointed. "Through there," he said, looking questioningly at her.

"Water," she explained, and left him standing in the hall.

When she returned to the hall, Cam was nowhere to be found. She followed the light she saw under a door, and found herself in a large office. Cam was sitting at his desk and Logan was just setting down the pill bottle across from him. On an impulse, Ana went to Logan and squeezed his arm, tiptoeing up to kiss his cheek when he turned around.

"Thank you," she said simply, and walked around him to Cam, who sat watching her with hungry eyes.

"You're welcome," Logan replied, smiling at her and Cam. "I'll see you in the morning, you two," he continued, and walked out of the room.

Cam reached for Ana, but she made him drink all the water in the glass with the painkiller. He put the glass down impatiently and reached for her again, and she let him draw her onto his lap.

""I may be a light weight, Cam, but you're in too much pain to have me sit on your lap," she protested.

"I don't want to let you go," he admitted, "and since you won't come to bed with me..." He let his words trail off and stared at her.

"If I came to your room with you, Mr. Blackstock, it would only be to massage your sore back," Ana said primly, though she could not hide the longing in her eyes.

"Then I guess we'll have to stay here," he said, pulling her close, gritting his teeth against the pain.

He knew the instant she made up her mind. He felt her body relax against his before she stood and held out a hand. Sighing heavily, she said, "Okay, come on, I'll give you a massage." 

Cam felt his groin tighten and he inhaled deeply before taking the proffered hand and leading her up the stairs to his bedroom. He shut the door quietly behind him and locked it, surprising Ana.

"Why...?" she began, but he cut off her question with a searing kiss that had her squirming with need.

"My mother's down the hall, and I don't want any surprises," he said.

"Cam, I can't..." Ana pulled away from him.

"You're only giving me a massage, sweetheart," he said reasonably, his voice low and husky. "I just don't want anyone to disturb us till it's over." He caressed her face with his hands as he spoke, and she suddenly remembered the many times she had almost given in to him during a massage session. She shook her head and backed away.

"No, Cam, I can't do this. Maybe I should go back to my hotel and come to see you in the morning before I go," she said, trying to get past him to the door.

"Or maybe I can come to your hotel with you tonight," he suggested meaningfully.

Ana was tempted. She thought about the times she might have lost him, and of how grateful she was that he was still alive, and she had another chance to make a life with him, to make memories with him. What if she didn't do as they both so clearly wanted, and he went back into the field and was killed? Could she bear to know she had saved herself for a man who would never savor her body because he had died? She was so torn, and she didn't know what to do. Cam came to her rescue.

"I'm sorry, Ana," he said, watching her face. "I shouldn't push you so hard. I want you more than I can explain, but I don't want you to do anything you'll regret, darling. I can wait. I've waited so long already, I can wait a little longer." He kissed her eyelids gently and turned to unlock the door.

"Cam," she said, and reached for him. He turned and looked at her, then groaned low in his throat and pulled her into his arms. He dropped his mouth on hers, savoring the delight of her full lips, the faint taste of champagne on her tongue, the smell of her in his nostrils. He pushed his hips against her belly and then lifted her off her feet to rest her heat on his throbbing shaft. She moaned, and he pressed her hips against his slowly, grinding himself against her as he did, almost completely oblivious now to the ache in his back.

"Darling, I want you," he whispered hoarsely. He let her slide down his front till her feet touched the floor. He did not let her go, but laughed softly in her ear.

"What?" she asked bemusedly.

"I haven't been with a woman since I fell in love with you," he confessed. "The only woman who tempts me is you," he continued, "and I've decided that you should keep that precious gift till we're married." He kissed her lips lightly, then said, "Of course, you know that means you'll have to marry me yesterday!" 

Cam chuckled, but Ana saw the uncertainty in his eyes. She swept her arms around his waist and held him tightly. "Oh, Cam, I wasn't sure you'd ever ask me again," she sighed.

"And now that I have?" he wondered.

"Yes, I'll marry you whenever you like," she said, and tiptoed up for his kiss.

Cam released her immediately and reached behind his neck, pulling the silver chain over his head. Ana watched as he slipped the gold engagement ring off and slid it onto her finger. Her eyes filled with tears.

"You've kept this all this time?" she asked.

"It was all I had of you," he replied simply.

"Oh, God, I love you Cam!" she whispered and kissed his hands holding hers. "And now you have all of me," she continued, staring at him, hoping he would understand her meaning.

Cam stilled beneath her touch, searching her face to see if what he thought were true. "Are you sure, Ana?" he asked hoarsely.

For answer, Ana reached up and touched her tongue to his lips. Cam groaned, knowing he was lost. 

"I'd pick you up," he began, but Ana interrupted him.

"I can walk," she said, smiling shyly at him. "I'll wait until our wedding night to be picked up." She blushed as she said it, and Cam felt his heart turn over in his chest.

Ana pulled him over to the bed and sat down with him on the edge. Cam put his hands on her tiny waist and pulled her close to him, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss.

"Darling," he whispered, "I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure about this?"

Ana began to undo the buttons of his shirt, and pulled the tail out of his slacks. He watched her, his eyes hooded, hiding what he was thinking. She planted hot little kisses on his chest, and circled his flat male nipples with her tongue. Cam groaned, but did not move. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Then she knelt before him and took his shoes and socks off his feet. Cam felt her trembling as she began to work on his belt buckle. He touched her hands, stilling her movements.

"We can make love without going all the way, love," he said. "Would you like that? That way, you can still give me that gift on our wedding night."

Ana looked into his face as he spoke, and saw the love he had for her shining in his eyes.

"How?" she asked simply.

"Come here," he said, and pulled her up. He swung his legs onto the bed and urged her to straddle him when he lay back. He pulled the zipper of her dress slowly down and pushed the dress off her shoulders. 

"Kiss me," he invited, and opened his mouth to receive her. When she bent down to comply, he caught her breast, still clothed in its lacy garment, in his mouth. He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. He listened to Ana groan as he treated the other breast with the same care. He reached for her, kissing her mouth deeply, before trailing his lips down her neck. His hands, meanwhile, were busy sliding past the flimsy barrier of her lacy panties. He slid a finger between the lips of her sex, and found her wet and ready. He nudged her swollen clitoris, circling it with feather light touches, and then, when he felt her breath catch in her throat, he plunged a finger inside her. She gasped, and he pulled on her nipple with his other hand. 

Ana did not know what to do with her hips. She wanted to grind herself against Cam's hand, and she wanted to touch him and groan with the pleasure he was giving her. He flicked her with his thumb even as he pushed his finger deeper inside her. She felt the tide rising inside her and knew she couldn't hold it back. When he pushed a second finger into her and kissed her, she came in a crashing wave of feeling. She collapsed on top of him, and she felt his heart beating in time with hers. When he removed his fingers from her, she moaned.

"Cam," she whispered, "that was..." she couldn't find the words.

"Good?" he asked, smiling into her hair, his erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his slacks. He wanted to bury himself inside her so badly that his hands trembled as he stroked her hair back from her face. He knew she had no idea how badly he needed release, but he decided he would rather die than move. He didn't figure she would notice how hard he was, but she did.

Ana felt the throbbing hard-on that Cam was trying so hard to disguise from her, and she knew he had not found release. She wanted to please him as he had pleased her, and suddenly she knew what she would do. She slid down his belly and unzipped his slacks. She heard his indrawn breath, and she pulled his pants and boxers down his thighs, freeing his erection to her greedy gaze. She wanted to taste him, and touch him and make him come. She bent over him and brushed her mouth against the silken heat. Cam groaned. She traced a finger up and down its length and he squirmed beneath her, taking in shallow breaths.

"Is this good for you, Cam?" she wanted to know as she ran her tongue up and down his length.

"Oh God, yes!" he grated. "Don't stop, darling!" he begged her, writhing beneath the onslaught of her hands and mouth together.

Ana felt her gut clench with the need to feel him inside her, and though she knew what he had promised, and that it had been her heart's desire too, she knew with sudden clarity that she wanted to give him her best gift now. Moving away from him, and earning a protesting sound for her trouble, she stood up on the bed and removed her clothes, seeing Cam's eyes glaze over as he watched her. Settling down over him again, she whispered,

"I've changed my mind, Cam. I want you now!"

Cam rolled her under him, shucking his pants and boxers as he did so and pushed her legs apart with his knees. He was breathing hard, as much from pain as from desire, and he dropped his head to lick her beneath the mat of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs. Ana swallowed the scream of delight that rose in her throat and gripped his shoulders with hard fingers, digging into his skin with her nails. Cam reached up and squeezed a nipple gently between thumb and forefinger before sliding up to kiss her mouth, letting her taste her essence on his lips. Positioning himself over her, Cam laved her breasts with his eager tongue, and just before he entered her with one hard thrust, he pushed his finger deep inside her once, twice, again, circling her nub of desire with his thumb. Ana felt herself ready to climax again, then she felt the sharp pain of her virginity surrendered. Cam stopped, waiting for her to adjust to him, and when she felt the throbbing heat of him inside her, filling her, she cried out. Cam swallowed her pleasure in a deep kiss, and then he rolled again, and began to move, with her on top.

Ana followed his lead, and matched her rhythm to his, feeling herself ready to fall off the edge again, which she did just as Cam grunted and pushed upward hard. She felt him spilling his seed inside her, and only then did it occur to her that neither of them was protected. She bent over to kiss him, and felt his arms hugging her close to his thundering heart.

"Ana, love," he breathed in her ear, "are you all right? Did I hurt you?"

"No, darling, no, you didn't." She kissed his face gently, and sighed, "Thank you, honey!"

"I've never been so turned on in my life as I was just now," Cam said, stroking her back with a shaking hand. "I've never come so hard, either." He sighed and rubbed his face ruefully. "And I've never forgotten to use a condom before." He rolled to his side, taking her with him, his eyes searching her face. "Darling, are you on the pill?"

Ana blushed and shook her head. Cam groaned, and hugged her closer. His hands trembled as he held her.

"I'm really sorry, love," he whispered. "I didn't mean to be so careless, but it's been three years of wanting to make love to you, and then suddenly, I was." 

He looked at her again, wondering why she remained silent, fearing she was angry. But the expression on her face was pure contentment, with no anger or fear or even anxiety visible. 

"Are you okay with this?' he asked wonderingly.

"I love you, Cam," Ana said dreamily. "If I'm pregnant, it's your baby. If I'm not, we'll have lots of fun trying. Either way, I'm with the man of my dreams. What's not to be okay with?" 

Cam gazed into her eyes for a long moment before taking her lips in a deep kiss, feeling himself hardening against her belly, suddenly needing desperately to be inside her again.




Reunion



"Ana, I want you so much. Darling..." he cut himself off with another kiss, then trailed his lips down her cheek to her neck. "Mmmm! You taste so good, I want to eat you up. Come here," he whispered, and rolled her onto her side facing him. He slid his hands over her breasts, and down her belly till he found his way to that triangle of pleasure between her legs. "Open for me, darling," he begged her, moaning when his fingers encountered her wet flesh. "You're so wet, darling, so ready for me," he said in wonder, when she gave him the access he sought.

"I've been ready for you since I was eighteen years old, and you walked into my European history class." She sighed as he played with her. "Oh God, I used to dream about you," she confessed. "Long, sexy dreams with you kissing me into oblivion and then screwing my brains out." She laughed at the scandalized look on Cam's face. "You didn't think I knew such words, did you, Cam?"

"I didn't think you dreamed such steamy dreams, either," he said, chuckling with her. "Am I still in your dreams, darling?" he wanted to know, as he pushed a finger inside her.

Ana gasped, and ground her hips against his finger. "Cam..." she groaned, "please, love me, honey. I want you, too!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. When he pressed another finger inside her, she tore her mouth away and cried out, "Oh God, Cam, don't tease me anymore! I need you to take me now!"



Reunion



The rain poured down on her as she ran to her building door. She let out a deep sigh as she entered and assessed the damage. Her red satin dress was soaked and clinging to her thighs and chest. The spaghetti straps had tumbled down off her shoulders as she had dashed inside. The thin wet fabric was molded around her hourglass figure and brimming bust, the fabric looking as if it were almost flowing over her body. The warm rainwater ran from her soft face down her neck and from her thighs down her long sleek legs. She shook out her long red hair and ran her fingers through it messing it up slightly. She wiped a few running droplets off her forehead before she fished the key out of her purse and headed up to her room. 

As she began to push the door open, she heard a roaring clap of thunder and everything went dark. She could hear the little shrieks form the old bags downstairs as the electricity went out. But she just chuckled and began feeling her way into the living room of her apartment. 

Immediately as she reached the large open room and set her bag on the desk, she felt her body freeze. She could see nothing in the dark room and all she could hear was the trickling of rain and the quickening beats of her heart. Her whole body began to melt as she grabbed the desk and gasped. Her skin began to chill as she began breathing deeper and deeper, her breasts pressing harder and harder against the top edge of the wet satin as she did. 

He was there; she knew it. She could feel him watching her. She could feel his eyes undressing her through the darkness until she felt completely naked. She didn't move-- she couldn't. She felt the draft behind her fall into a dead lull as she clutched the desk. A shuddering gasp escaped from her mouth as he put his hand on her neck with his fingertips grazing her lower lip. He pressed up against her back, his lips on her neck as rainwater dripped from her dress and onto her legs where it rolled down to her toes encased in heels and curled already in anticipation of what was to come. 

Everything was still dark. She couldn't see the couch, the desk, or even his face but she knew it was him. The sounds of the rolling thunder and tricking rain grew faint and soon the only sound she could hear was that of him kissing her neck. She could smell his subtle yet intoxicating cologne, taste the sweat from his fingertips, but most of all she could feel him. She could feel his suit pressing against her body. She could feel his moist breath on her neck. She could feel his eyes telling her not to move as he put his other hand over her shaking hand that clutched the table, the black fabric of his suit feeling so soft as it rubbed against her skin. It was that suit and that cologne that always made her melt. The thought of this young, quiet, dark haired, handsome businessman pressing her against his body made her juices flow and her heart race.

She closed her eyes and didn't move as she felt his hand begin running the length of her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. His hand reached over and grabbed her waist. He ran his fingers over her silky dress and down her leg to the base of her dress, just above her knee. She shook as he touched the skin of her leg. She wanted his tongue in her mouth. She wanted his cock inside her but still she didn't move. Even though she wanted him to the point of insanity, she still didn't move-- partly because he didn't want her to and partly of anticipation. 

She felt his hand going up her leg under her dress once again leaving a wake of goose bumps. His lips started to press harder against her neck as his hand neared her thighs. He slid his other hand up her chest between her breasts and wrapped his fingers loosely around her neck, pulling her closer to him. The smell of his cologne only intoxicated her more. The feeling of his warm lips and tongue pressing against her neck as he kissed her set off waves of excitement that rippled through her entire body. 

Her heart was pounding at a ferocious speed as his fingertips danced over her panty line. She could feel his heart beating as fast as hers, almost synchronously and melodically with hers. She could feel his stiff cock pressing against her lower back as she realized the lining of her panties was now slick with her won juices. She loosened her grip on the desk and held her breath. 

He reached down around to the small of her back, slid his hand between her ass and the lace panties, and ripped them off. Before the shards of lace had a chance to hit the floor, he spun her around and pushed her down flat on the desk. She spread her legs as he undid his belt and fly. He pulled his throbbing and tense cock out as he climbed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him as she felt his warm mouth kissing her. 

He sucked on her lips, neck, shoulders, and chest even biting her at times from the excitement. Then she clamped her legs around him tighter as she felt him push his cock inside her, biting her shoulder and arching his back as he did. She let out a moan, almost a whimper, as he slid into her. She'd almost forgotten just how big he was and how good he felt inside her. 

He pulled himself up and grabbed her hips. She clawed at his suit as she leaned her head back flat against the wood and moaned. With every stroke, he slammed the desk up against the wall. The sensation of him holding her down as he fucked her was almost enough to make her cum. The thought of him being in control drove her wild. He held her down with the weight of his body as he kissed her and fucked her. His hands gripped her hips hard-- she knew she'd probably have bruises in the morning but she didn't care. The pleasure overwhelmed her to the point of delirium.

He dug his fingers into her skin and kissed her lips harder than he had before. She ran her fingers through his thick hair as her body started to shake. The sounds of their moaning, breathing, and frantically pounding heartbeats drowned out the booming thunder. He fucked her so hard she felt her head spin. Every stroke hit her like a dose of the most intense drug. She could feel it from her curled toes to her throbbing to her lips that were locked with his.

He pushed harder and harder making her scream incoherently. She was in such a state of ecstasy that her mind was paralyzed. She couldn't think. All she could do was focus on the pleasure. He held her down harder and pulled his lips back. She felt his sweat drip down off his chin and onto her neck as his cock pushed in deeper as he groaned and began to cum. He thrust up, the throbbing meat of his cock colliding with the center of her G-spot. 

She could feel his warm cum inside her as he pounded harder and harder while she fell into the hardest orgasm she'd ever felt. It was a state of orgasmic cathartic delirium as wave after wave of the most intense debilitating pleasure shot through her body. Her legs twitched and her lips quivered as their orgasm peaked. She felt the waves of pleasure begin to calm as she fell into a breathless, tranquil state. 

The sound of the thunder outside was still dull as all she could hear was their breathing and still raging heartbeats. He ran his hand over her wet chest and up to her face where he wiped the little bit of smeared lipstick off her soft skin. He ran his fingers through her still wet hair as he kissed her again softer though letting their lips linger together a bit. She was happy to have him back in her arms. A week apart for newlyweds seems like a lifetime and Jake and Anne were no exception.



Reunion



Let me start by saying that I am always willing to step up and admit when I've made a mistake. I also hate being wrong so I have a tendency to avoid situations where those words "I was wrong" would have to escape my mouth. That said, the phrase "This is stupid," kind of became my mantra as my minivan sped along the nearly deserted roads to the lake. It was too late to turn back so I let those cursed words roll around in the back of my mouth.

Every summer, Brenda, my ex-sister and very best friend in the whole wide world invites all the brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, and cousins up to her cabin on Lake Lambert for a family reunion. I had the joy of attending fourteen of these parties with my now ex-husband and later with our two children. A bigger bunch of jerks you never did meet, but watching them all get totally shit-faced is entertainment beyond words.

I had missed the party for the past three years thanks to my lying, cheating lowlife of an ex-husband. Fourteen friggin' years I gave to that scum sucking, bottom feeding pig when he decided to check out early with the blond bimbo from the bait shop in the village. I'm not bitter or anything. Really. So Brenda, the asshole's older sister had thought it might be awkward to invite me the past few years and she was probably right. But I hadn't seen my best friend in three years and it didn't seem fair to keep the kids from seeing their grandparents and cousins and there was no fucking way I was leaving them alone in the influence of Tom the Asshole and his idiot brothers.

So here I am, driving along with two zombie children in the back seat. I swear, the day each of them turned thirteen it was like they were abducted and replaced by two alien beings that see me as some evil overlord. Kyler at fifteen has developed a great attention span... as long as you happen to be a firmly built, semi-naked blond goddess. He's decided that he wants to spend more time getting to know his father, but it seems rather coincidental that Tom becomes just as undesirable as I when Miss Bait-Bimbo 2004 is out of the house. Tova at thirteen has this look that makes you question everything that you have ever said or done. She has also cut all complete words out of her vocabulary, choosing text-messaging codes instead.

Anyway, we pulled into the driveway and I knew almost immediately that my mantra had been correct. Tom's shiny new car was parked just ahead of where I pulled in. I thought seriously about just turning around then and there, but I had just barely stopped the car when I heard two doors slam and my kids were gone. There were only about a half dozen other cars in the driveway so it seemed that I might be able to gradually immerse myself in the stupidity that was to follow. I cautiously crept around the side of the cabin straight into Brenda's outstretched arms and suddenly it all seemed worthwhile. A warmer, sweeter woman than Brenda you could never hope to meet. Our joyful reunion was cut short however with a loud bang and raucous laughter from the backyard. Brenda giggled nervously, ran a hand through her graying flyaway hair, and disappeared around the back corner of the cabin. I took a deep breath and followed.

Three middle-aged men were crouched close around a smoldering garbage can. Apparently they had taken the empty lighter fluid container from the grill and threw it into the can with a lit coal to see what would happen. How these guys ever made it this far without blowing themselves up is beyond me. Big Mike, Brenda's husband was just rushing out of the cabin with a fire extinguisher in hand and a frazzled look on his face. Brenda had the look of a pre-school teacher unable to gain control over a class of over-caffeinated toddlers. A few sprays of the fire extinguisher, a warm greeting and kiss on the cheek for me and Big Mike was back at the grill, peering over the top at the childish men with a look like a hawk.

The three middle-aged men staggered back to the semi-circle of lawn chairs set up facing the lake. The oldest of the three was none other than my charming ex-husband. And, oh look! There's Miss Bait-Bimbo 2004! The second his butt was back in the chair next to her she had her arms wrapped around him. I have to admit that I was a little pleased that he seemed more interested in blowing shit up with his little brothers than spending time with her. He was now nursing a small burn on his forearm as the other two, Rick and Rob were having a deeply philosophical conversation about boobs, ("If there were no men on earth, would women's tits all be the same size?") I'm sure this made some sort of sense in their drunken stupor, but I decided not to pay too much attention at the risk of being sucked into intellectual oblivion.

Rick was the middle child of all five of the siblings. His ideal woman, as he was sure to announce at any get together, was "Three feet tall with no teeth and a flat head." Judging by the looks of the woman on his right, two out of three ain't bad. She had no teeth that I could see from my post near the back door of the cabin and her head did look a little on the flat side. Eight or nine children of were down at the beach with my own two alien children and I imagine that at least five of them were Rick's. Rob, God willing, will never be given the opportunity to reproduce and I think I'll leave it at that. Bonnie, the youngest of the siblings had not yet arrived. Brenda said that she expected her the following day along with her parents and a few aunts, uncles, and cousins.

"I'm so glad you're here," Brenda said sincerely, taking a rare moment to sit on the back step. "Big Mike's been on the grill all day and Michael's gone in to the village to pick up a few things. You're my only link to sanity, woman!" She clutched jokingly onto my arm at this point. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Ah, but it was too good to be true. The addition of a few cousins and a lot of liquor can make good things go really bad really quickly. A few more contained explosions, some really offensive jokes, and the constant parade of children rioting for attention made for a really fun afternoon. But the thing that irked me the most, and I know it shouldn't have, was the steadily rising voice of Miss Bait-Bimbo. It started with her announcing her engagement to Tom and showing off her new diamond ring (three times the size of the one he had given me, by the way, but who's comparing?). And as she seemed less and less capable of keeping the liquor in her glass, she became more and more interested in sharing every single detail of her sex life. "At least some of us know how to please a man," she stated firmly with a glance in my direction followed by a squeal of laughter. I decided at this point that it would be nice to do the dishes.

The cabin was cool and refreshing compared to the summer heat outside and I happily stood at the kitchen sink washing shiny clean holes in the paper plates while staring blankly out the window. "I'm going to go sit in the sun," Miss Bait-Bimbo announced. "It's colder than Kaye's tits over here." The boys roared with laughter. I scrubbed harder until I had only a handful of soapy pulp in my hands when a sudden voice in my ear made me jump about a foot in the air.

"You know, if there was any more plastic in that woman, we could wrap her up and sell her to a toy company," the deep voice said. I spun around, paper plate pulp flying in every direction. It took me a minute to recognize the man wiping pulp from his face. "Hello to you too, Aunt Kaye," he laughed. It was Brenda and Big Mike's son Michael. He had apparently just returned from the village and set the big paper grocery bags on the little countertop. I had to stand on tiptoes to fling my arms around his neck.

My little Michael! I had first met him at the first reunion to which Tom had brought me seventeen years ago. Michael had been three then, an adorable little boy with sandy brown hair and the brightest blue eyes. From that first meeting on, he and I were joined at the hip at every single reunion. I had watched this little guy grow to a very caring and observant boy to a painfully shy and gawky adolescent. And now here he stood, a gorgeous young man with the same sandy brown hair and the same bright blue eyes with no signs of the awkwardness of youth.

We both started talking excitedly, talking over each other but hearing every word. There seemed so much to catch up on and not nearly enough time to do it. We took a pause to catch our breath at the exact moment that Miss Bait-Bimbo was shouting, "Yeah, I heard it just shriveled up like a prune," followed by more raucous laughter. I just closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe.

"Has she been doing this since you got here," Michael asked, a small angry fire burning in his eyes. I nodded. It felt like I had been transported back to grade school where the snobby kids, or in this case the horse-faced bait girls could throw insults at will. "Want me to take care of it?" he asked. I opened my eyes. I wanted to laugh. It was just an absurd thought, having my Michael fight for my honor. But something in his face told me that if I gave him the word, he would take this bitch out in a second.

"No," I said softly. "Why don't we just take one of our walks?" As a tradition, Michael and I would sneak away each year to take a walk, just the two of us. We had the best of heart-to-heart talks. I even found myself confiding in him. On one of these walks, I think Michael was about eleven or so, we found our way to a little clearing in the woods surrounding the lake. He had gathered up a whole bunch of wild flowers, handed them to me, looked me right in the eye, and asked me to marry him. He had a similar look as just a moment ago that let me know that he was totally serious. I think I let him down easy, but our relationship was never really the same after that. We'd still take our walks, but the conversation seemed a little superficial. By fourteen, the walks had stopped and by fifteen I saw him only briefly as he greeted me politely and disappeared.

Michael smiled at the mention of our walks and nodded. I looked quickly out the window to check on the status of my children before we left. Kyler was sitting in a chair very close to Miss Bait-Bimbo, apparently hooked on her every word, but probably trying to sneak a peak down her shirt which was now covered in all the alcohol she hadn't managed to get to her sailor-like mouth. Tova was nowhere to be seen. My motherly fears kicked in as I scanned the lake from the kitchen window, searching for any sign of my daughter. Her laugh from high above let me know she was okay. There she was, hanging by one knee from a tree branch about ten feet above the semi-circle of chairs. I shouted out the window for her to get down and she quickly pulled herself upright.

And that would have been the end of it if little Miss Bait-Bimbo hadn't found the very worst thing to do. "You get down here, young lady," she slurred. "You have to listen to me now cuz I'm going to be your mother very soon." My mouth dropped open. Tova had leapt from the tree and landed with a soft thud. Miss Bait-Bimbo reached out her hand to my daughter. "And won't it be nice to have a mom so close to your own age? You know, someone who actually understands and cares about you." I grabbed the first thing I could find and headed for the door.

Michael grabbed my wrist. Brenda had just rushed into the kitchen. "What are you doing, Kaye?" Brenda asked softly as if I were some woman on a ledge about to jump.

"I'm just going to go and see how well Miss Bait-Bimbo's head fits in her ass," I said as calmly as someone reading a list of errands.

"OK," said Michael from behind me. "But why don't we leave the spatula here." I looked down at my hand. What the hell was I going to do with a spatula? So I dropped it. I was going to kill her with my bare hands. With the weapon gone, Brenda and Michael both stepped back to let me do what needed to be done. Apparently they had had enough of Miss Bait-Bimbo as well. 

Now you'll be very proud of me here. I kept my cool. I simply marched up to the skank, got right in her face, and said, "Listen to me you snot-nosed, home-wrecking, worm-slinging, horse-faced, silicone-injected slut." You know how on sitcoms or movies when you have a really bad stand-up comedian with a flop of a joke? You know how the room goes silent except for the sound of a cricket chirping? Well, I swear you could literally hear the crickets as everyone turned around to see what was about to happen. "If you want to make fun of me, call me every name in the book, go right ahead. But if you ever dare to try to come between me and my kids again, I'm going to have to break your fucking neck." And I walked away.

For some reason, this did not seem to set well with the bait bimbo. "Is that a threat, you frigid old hag?" she shrieked. I chose not to respond. She knew it was a threat, I knew it was a threat, the whole world knew it was a threat, so why bother answering? I continued walking toward the cabin. "You're just upset because I can satisfy your man like you never could." Just keep walking. She made a little snorting noise that I suppose was a laugh. "Oh, I forgot. I stole both of your men."

I spun around just as she draped an arm over my son's shoulder and before I knew what I was doing I was charging toward her. Spatula or no spatula, I was going to tear this woman's head right off her shoulders. I'm sure some not-so-nice words came out of my mouth, none of which I would be proud to repeat. But no matter how fast I ran toward the bitch, I never got any closer. Suddenly the whole world swung around and I realized that my feet weren't even touching the ground.

Michael's arms were around my waist, pulling me away from the scene. "I think it's time for that walk now, Aunt Kaye," he whispered breathlessly onto my neck. I don't remember much for a while, but I know that Michael's grip on my waist gradually became gentler until I was walking on my own alongside him down the dirt road.

We walked along for a good twenty minutes, me ranting and raving about bait whores, Michael listening patiently and sympathetically. "It's just," I said with a shrug. I had been trying to avoid saying what I was about to say, but Michael was just so easy to talk to that it just seemed to slide right out. "It's like I spent fourteen years as a wife and that's over. I've been a mother for fifteen years and my children are looking for any reason to get away from me. I just feel so damn replaceable."

I walked a few more steps and was suddenly aware that I was walking alone. I turned around. Michael was standing in the road just a few feet away, staring intently at a clump of dirt at his feet. Then he looked up, an indescribable look on his face. "Follow me," he said simply. He spun on his heels and walked off the road into the woods.

We walked until the trees totally blocked any sight of the road and all the noises from the lake were muffled. Then walked until the trees thinned and we found ourselves in a field of tall grass and wild flowers. In the center of the clearing stood a single oak tree atop a small hill. I followed Michael up the hill to the base of the tree where he simply looked out at the waving grass. I noticed he hadn't even broken a sweat while I was trying to catch my breath. I sat down on the ground, my back against the tree.

After several long moments of silence, Michael said, "Do you remember this place?" I took a second look and knew it at once. "You brought me here when I was eleven. I picked you flowers and asked you to marry me." Michael still refused to look at me, but I nodded.

"It was one of the sweetest moments of my life," I said honestly. The corners of his mouth turned up in something that was almost a smile and came to sit down beside me.

"I was so madly in love with you back then," he said softly. "You never treated me like a little kid, never humored me. When I was with you, I just always felt so warm and loved and important. It's a feeling that I still have every time I think of you." He finally looked at me. "That's something that can never be replaced, not by a hundred bait bimbos, not by anyone."

I was terrified that I would just burst out into tears right then and there. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder. "You always know the exact right thing to say, don't you," I whispered, fighting to keep control of my voice. Michael's hands slid gently around my waist. I trembled. It had been so long since anyone had touched me so tenderly. He asked if I was okay and I nodded into his shoulder. I held him tighter. I felt so good to be in his arms, I never wanted to let go.

My mind and my heart began to race. This was no longer the little boy I once knew. This was a beautiful, beautiful man whom I could not see my life without. "I still love you, Kaye," his soft, deep voice whispered onto my neck, echoing through my body. I kissed him on the cheek. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but next thing I know our lips are touching in the lightest, most sensual whisper of a kiss. Oh it was exhilarating! Our mouths barely touching, it seemed more like we were breathing into each other, breathing from each other. 

I wanted more. I wanted to pull him close to me, feel his body pressed against mine. I wanted to kiss him so deeply that our souls would touch. I wanted... this damn nagging in the back of my brain to shut the hell up! Instead it grew louder. And in a flash the moment was gone as a vision of Miss Bait-Bimbo with her arms around my son flashed before my eyes.

"Wait," I said, scrambling to my feet. Michael stared up at me in obvious confusion. Anxiety rose quickly and steadily. "This... we... how..." Michael got to his feet, his confusion now tinged with concern. I sighed heavily, thoroughly confused myself. "We can't... but... no, we can't... but you feel so good!"

"Slow down," Michael said kindly, putting his hands on my arms. I pulled away. I took a deep breath. Was it even possible to explain this?

"There is nothing I want more right now than to be back in your arms," I said, knowing full well that I was talking really fast. "I would love to make love right here in the grass. But how can I... how can we do... whatever the hell is happening here when the reason we're out here is because that damned bait bitch is trying to seduce my son? And here I am seducing a boy... a man... the son of my best friend... my nephew for god's sake!"

"First," said Michael. "You're not seducing me, though I would love to know what you've got in mind." I glared at him. "Okay, okay. Bad time to make a joke. Second, this is not remotely the same thing as Kyler and that whore. He's a child. I'm not. She's slime and you're the most wonderful woman in the world. And third, technically I'm not your nephew anymore. We just happen to be two adults who have known each other for a really long time."

The world was spinning. Was there really a difference? I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around it. True he wasn't a child anymore. In fact looking at him I saw the sexiest man ever. And he was in love with me! And I... How did I feel about him? I loved him, there was no question about that. I guess that was the big difference there. Miss Bait-Bimbo had no feelings for my son. Simple spite had caused her to say what she said. And Kyler, much as I hated to even think about it, was a horny fifteen-year-old boy. He had no inkling of love for this woman. But what did love have to do with anything? "Let's go back to the cabin," I said as my mind broke into a rather odd rendition of a Tina Turner song.

We walked back along the dirt road in silence, my mind still reeling and my body aching. Michael seemed distant. We arrived back at the cabin just as the sun was beginning to set to find only three cars in the driveway and a note on the door:




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"Dear Michael and Kaye,

"The circus has left town. For some reason Kristy didn't want to stay after Mike threw her in the lake. Tom bullied everyone else into leaving for the public campground. Mike and I took Kyler and Tova out on the boat to see the fireworks. We should be back about 10:30. The food is in the fridge if you're hungry.

"Love, Brenda"

"So that's what her name is," I said, but Michael had disappeared into the cabin. A few moments later I heard the water turn on in the shower. The confusion clogging my head made me feel as though I were drowning. There had to be answers. But where were they? I wandered down the cabin's one hallway. There was a bedroom on either side and the bathroom straight down at the end. Behind that door, Michael stood totally naked while the water pounded down on his body. I fought the urge to rush into the bathroom feeling that it would just complicate my dilemma.

I turned instead and entered the door to my right. Michael's room. It was cleaner than my kids' rooms had ever been. Hell, it was cleaner than my room had ever been! Of course Brenda, Big Mike, and Michael only spent their summers here. There were photographs stuck in the frame of the big mirror over the dresser of a growing Michael and his friends. I had missed three years of his life and was amazed to see that he didn't become this gorgeous man overnight.

Sitting on the right hand side of the dresser sat a single framed photograph. It was a picture of me, seventeen years younger (and at least seventeen pounds lighter) sitting on the beach by the lake. Sitting in my lap with his arms wrapped around my neck was a three-year-old Michael. This picture was taken on the day we met. Funny, Michael was shy with other people, but he had taken to me as if we had known each other forever. Come to think of it I was, and still am to a point, very shy around kids. With Michael though, I never had to talk down to him. He always seemed to understand just what I was saying. I was often convinced that he was a little old man in a little boy's body.

He wasn't in that little boy body anymore. That heart and soul and personality that had so captivated me so many years ago, that being that I so loved was now alive and well in the gorgeous body of a young man. It really was like he said: we were two adults who had just known each other for a really long time. And I loved him as much as I had then and he was now all that I had ever wanted Tom to be. It still didn't make total sense, but sense and reason seemed to have flown out the window on the long drive here. Mistakes and ill-advised decisions had become the new logic.

I turned, not at all surprised to see Michael standing in the door. His hair was still very damp and he was carrying his shirt. He looked as though unsure of what to do next. I set the frame back on the dresser, turned to face Michael and said, "I still love you too." I was just as shocked by these words as he was, but after a brief moment of uncertainty, Michael stepped forward and swept me into his arms, lifting me right off the floor. He kissed me with more passion than I had ever known as if all the emotion that had been pent up for years now struggled to be free.

Michael set me back on the floor. He pulled back, staring lovingly at me with those bright blue eyes. "Just out of curiosity," he said. "What made you change your mind?"

My right hand slid over his shoulder from where it had been locked at the back of his neck and came to rest on his muscular chest where I could feel his heart beating. "This," I said, tracing the shape of a heart lightly on his chest. "This heart that knows no bounds of love and devotion. This heart that has reached out to me so many times and saved me so many more. And this," I took his hand, placing it over my own heart. "This won't let me walk away." He kissed me again. "And," I said, hoping to lighten the mood. "Morality be damned. You're gorgeous!"

"You know," he said, a playful look crossing his face. "Someone needs to tell the bait whore to change her insults." I smiled and looked at him curiously. "Your tits are really quite warm." I smacked him playfully in the arm and we both laughed. "Wait. Let me check the other one," he said, sliding his hand across my chest to my right breast. "No, this one's warm too." Standing on tiptoes, I kissed him again.

Michael's hands slid back down to my waist, both slipping under my shirt. His right hand slid slowly over my belly. I gasped slightly as his hand cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple through my bra. Both hands now slid upward, pulling my shirt over my head without ever leaving my body. Then quickly back down to unbutton my shorts, which fell to the floor. I glanced quickly in the mirror and was happy to find that the underwear I had chosen to wear was not full of holes. Not only that, but they actually matched my bra!

I stepped out of my shorts as Michael pulled me toward his bed where he sat and pulled me between his knees. He kissed everything he could reach: my belly, my breasts, my hips. His hands slid from my butt up my bare back and expertly unhooked my bra. His fingertips traced gently over my skin as he pulled the straps off my shoulders and over my arms. Every place that he touched felt as though every nerve was wide-awake and begging to be touched again.

His hands found their way to my bare breasts where they caressed my very alert nipples. I felt the sudden need to feel Michael's body pressed against my own. I pushed him back so that he lay across his bed. I lay down on top of him, one knee on either side of his waist. His skin, bare from the waist up felt hot against me. A very obvious bump pressed hard against my very damp crotch. I slid one hand gently over his chest, over his stomach to the waist of his denim shorts. He groaned softly into my neck as I very slowly lowered the zipper.

With a little tug and a rather enjoyable thrust of his hips, Michael's shorts were soon in the pile of my own clothes on the floor. Since he had not put his underwear back on after his shower, he now lay totally naked beneath me. His penis was rock hard, pointing up at the ceiling. He had pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently as his now free right hand slid down my body. As his hand slid between my legs and his fingers found my clit, it was like a lightning bolt shot through my body. I needed more and I needed it now. 

Michael seemed to sense this or maybe he needed it too. In one swift movement as the fireworks began exploding over the lake, he had rolled us over. He pulled my underwear off and for a moment we just stared at each other. He looked so beautiful in the flashes of light from outside the window. I wondered what he saw as he looked down at me. He took hold of his thick penis, guiding it, rubbing the tip gently against my aching clit. As he moved faster, my mind turned into something like oatmeal. My head tilted back and I moaned softly.

The fireworks outside picked up a little in intensity as Michael slid smoothly inside me, stretching me. He kissed my neck, my chest, my breasts as he pushed in deeper, so slowly. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in as deep as possible. One hand moved to my breast as he kissed my mouth, little moans escaping now and then. The other hand moved between us where he gently caressed my clit with his thumb.

Green and blue and red lights filled the darkened room as the pushing and pulling became harder, deeper, faster thrusts. Michael's thumb moved so quickly over my very excited clit. There was no controlling the volume of my moans now as my climax mounted higher and higher. There was a multitude of lights and explosions from outside the window as my fingers dug into Michael's back and he moaned hotly onto my neck, struggling to hold on.

My fingernails dug deeper as Michael pounded my pussy. The orgasm reached beyond any level I ever knew climbing higher... and higher... until... "Oh my God," I screamed out. My back arched, my entire body shook violently, and a deluge that would make Niagara Falls jealous exploded from my pussy. I squirmed and writhed with ecstasy, trying to push that dick in just a little further. I wasn't the only one having a hard time being quiet, as Michael's chant of "Oh Kaye" became less of a hot whisper and more of a savage growl. His body shuddered along with mine as we wrapped tightly around each other.

The fireworks outside had stopped, but explosions of light and color pounded in my head. Michael kissed me passionately making no movement to take his penis out of me. He held me tightly and ran his fingers through my hair. I would have been totally contented to spend the rest of my life here, but their was a sudden sound of approaching voices outside and the world began to rush in...

***Hi folks! Hippie here. I know this story ends pretty abruptly, but I plan to continue if there is a good response. Hope you liked it!***



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I was graduated from college, commissioned the same day, and went into the military on active duty within a month. After two years in training I was in the shit -- combat overseas since we have not fought here since the Civil War so far, yet. Anytime anything flared up anywhere in the world I was there fighting.

My high school years were great fun. So I determined to keep in touch with my high school friends, attend at least every tenth year reunion. The events of this story happened at the first tenth year reunion. 

My wife and I went to the reunion, leaving our first son with my parents. We had married while I was a junior in college and had the boy just before I went into combat for the first time. My wife, Sharon, had arranged with her cousin, Sue, for us to meet Sue and her husband, Joe, after we left the high school reunion. The plans were for us to meet them at a bar near the reunion site. My wife and I had taken a bottle to the reunion and had a few drinks. We had more drinks at the bar after meeting Sue and Joe.

A bit well oiled and me not giving much of a shit about much of anything just having come out of one intense year of war every day, followed by at least annual combat for the next three years, I was receptive when Sue or Joe, I don't remember which, suggested we get a motel room. The idea was that we could fuck without being inhibited by being in our parents' homes -- my wife and I my parent's home that night, Sue and Joe at her parent's home. So we went to a low-priced but nice motel nearby and got a room. 

Sue and Joe hopped into one of the beds together. Sharon and I went down on the other bed. As our foreplay progressed and Sue and Joe started fucking on the bed next to us, Sharon urged, then led me into the bathroom area. That area had a counter with a wash basin separated by a folding plastic door and a room with a toilet and tub/shower separated by a wood door.

Sharon and I made it only as far as the wash basin counter. I hefted her up on the counter, pulled down her top to feel, kiss, lick, suck her nice titties, lifted her dress, pulled down her panties to play with, finger and kiss, lick, tongue her pussy. She was stroking my cock, both of us getting wetter by the seconds with her quim juice and my precum. We worked my cock into her cunt, and fucked until she came followed by my shooting a hot creamy load into her wanting twat.

While we were fucking we heard Sue and Joe going at it for only a few minutes on the bed.

All told Sharon and I fucked for a half hour, more, making sure she reached orgasm at least a couple of times. Sharon then went to the toilet to let my cum drip out of her and piss, wipe her pussy cleaning off her pee, my cum and hers. I washed my cock and balls at the sink, then Sharon came out and did a PTA -- pussy, tits and ass bath.

When we opened the folding door and went back into the main room we discovered Joe was a quick cummer with no regard for Sue's orgasm. Sue was laying on her back, her legs spread wide fingering her cunt full of Joe's cum. He was propped up on a pillow watching TV, smoking a cigarette and having another glass of his favorite whiskey on the rocks.

Sharon and I laid together on the other bed and started more foreplay, trying to avoid interfering with Sue getting off which she seemed desperately to need to do. Apparently she was not getting there. In a husky voice she asked Sharon if it was okay for me to come fuck her. Sharon agreed. So I went to the side of the bed where Sue was laying with her legs akimbo. I replaced her hand with mine. I leaned over to kiss her on the mouth, face, neck, shoulders, chest, tits bigger than Sharon's and down to her navel while finger fucking her and feeling her with my other hand. 

While I was kissing, licking and sucking Sue's tits she stroked my cock getting me harder than I was when I first went to her and starting my precum flowing again. Sue whispered in my ear, "Please fuck me Ron."

I got on top of her, between her wide open legs. Sue guided my cock to her sloppy wet cunt. I pushed my cock into her. We started fucking. I kept sucking her tits, feeling the breast not in my mouth, caressing her muscular butt and sliding my cock back and forth in her gushy, gaped open cunt hole.

After a while she started cumming. She kept cumming as I kept fucking, sucking and feeling her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Her pussy was so big I was having to wriggle around in her to get any feeling for me. Finally I laid still with my cock up in her and asked her to turn over. She asked me what I wanted to do, fuck her doggy. I answered, "Okay if I fuck your ass?"

Sue rolled over immediately uncoupling us. As I laid on her back sliding my cock in the crack of her butt she whispered to me, "Be gentle, please. I haven't been fucked in the butt for a long time." I raised up off of her, kissed her butt cheeks, brought her hands back one on each cheek and helped her open her cleft. Then I bent down again to lick her crack, tongue her anus.

Sue was wriggling, moaning, begging me quitely to put my cock in her. I had lubed her crinkled ring well with my tongue, saliva. I soaked my cock with spit mixing it with my precum. I swiped my knob up and down between her pussy lips lubing my dick more, and coated her tight back hole with the mixture. 

"Oh please fuck my ass," Sue begged me. I pressed my cock knob against her tight ring. Sue grunted and pushed up to take me. My cock breached her sphincter. Sue shuddered, her legs trembled, and she opened for me. Slowly, gently I pushed my 7.5x5" of hard cock up her ass.

"Yeah," she purred, "fuck." Fuck we did. Working together, me riding back and forth in her, Sue humping up and down, back and forth as she moved to her knees, back to flat on the bed, up on her knees again, I played with her tits, her hairy pussy, fingered her cunt, rubbed her clit. Sue was gasping and cumming over and over.

I had not forgotten about Sharon and Joe on the bed next to us. While Sue and I were fucking I looked over at them. Joe was on top of Sharon. Sharon was biting her fist in her hand, tears in her eyes. Joe pumped into her no more than 10 times then his body stiffened as he emptied a load of cum into Sharon's cunt. As soon as he had finished Sharon pushed him off of her and returned to the bathroom. She did not come out. 

As Sue and I finished, Sue squealing, cumming over and over, I heard the shower start running. I cuddled with Sue for a while after filling her tight asshole with my cum. I kissed her on the back of her neck, shoulders, thanked her for such a good fuck. She said, "Oh Ron, thank you. So good."

I got off of Sue and went to join Sharon in the shower. While we bathed together we talked.

Right away I asked Sharon, "Did you two set this up?"

"Yes," she answered demurely.

"Why?" I asked.

"Oh you must know," she answered. "Sue wanted to cum. She never gets to cum."

"And you?" I asked.

"Sue told me Joe had such a big dick. I want a big dick," she admitted. "You're not mad at me are you?" she asked quickly.

"Not much," I said, then chuckled. "So how did you like Joe's big dick."

"Not at all," Sharon said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"It hurt," she said, "and that fucker has no regard for the woman he is fucking." Burbling on she added, "He just gets off, has his fun then he's done. He'll never get to fuck me again."

I hugged her close our naked bodies feeling so good together. "Well," I said, "maybe you should not judge all big cocks by him. We might be able to find a big dick man to fuck you, one that really cares if that is what you want."

"Ron," she hissed and slapped me on my naked butt. "You keep me plenty happy. I don't want any other cock."

"Really," I said, smiling at her. "Maybe you do when I am away."

"Bastard," she said. "Does mean you have to have other pussy when you are away?"

"Well let's work that out later," I suggested. "After all as far as I know this is our first time for you to take another cock since we got married."

"Just keep guessing," she said, "how I put up with your so frequent and long absences." 

We hugged, kissed, got out of the shower and toweled each other dry. We got dressed and went back into the main room. Sue and Joe were dressed already and ready to go.

New possibilities had been opened for Sharon and me in our married sex life, and we would work it out for her satisfaction and mine.



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'Single to Roydon, please' I asked the driver.

It had been another long day at work, but at last I was boarding the bus for home. The driver, a gaunt, aging man with a grey beard and thinning scalp punched a couple of buttons on the electronic ticket issuing box and a ticket appeared. I handed over £2 to him, took my ticket and turned to look down the bus. As always, no seats were available to I grabbed the rail that surrounded the luggage compartment to my right that had been painted according to the bus company's colour scheme - turquoise and a grotesque colour that was somewhere between pink and purple, but I could never decide which it was.

The bus pulled away from the stop and along the road that ran alongside the river. It was late summer but it looked like autumn had started to arrive a couple of weeks early, the canopy of the trees that stood on the bank of the river were starting to change from their deep green to a lighter shade, and some had already started to turn brown, more in tune to the bricks of the retirement flats that stood behind them on the far bank.

I switched the discman I was holding on, and my ears were duly filled with the harsh crashing of the electro/thrash metal I loved to listen to. I drifted away for a few minutes as the bus stopped, allowed people to get off and on, and then continued along its route. Finally, it neared my stop so I reached across to the handrail opposite me, and pressed the blue button that rang a bell and lit up a 'Bus Stopping' sign just above me. I stepped off and headed across the path into an alleyway that ran between the main road and the estate I lived on. I instantly smelled that 'lovely countryside smell' as my dad loves to call it -- the smell that told me that they had been spreading manure on the allotments close by to fertilize the soil. I grimaced and quickened my step, eager to get home.

I hadn't gotten very far before, clearly deaf to the world around me, I felt a prod on my shoulder that startled me. I turned to see a face I instantly recognized -- the dark, short but well styled hair, tanned skin with the faintest trace of freckles, the small glinting stud in the side of the nose, sparkling green eyes and the wide grin all belonged to Louise. Louise and I had worked together at my last job -- in fact I had been her team leader before she left to work for a famous local firm, while I stayed until being made redundant. I instinctively tugged the earphones away and wrapped the wire around my discman before stuffing it into my rucksack, and greeted her.

'Hello' I said, surprised. 'How are you?'

She grabbed the fabric of my shirtsleeve, giggling. 'I'm fine, how are you?'

I was taken by surprise at how little she had changed. Not only did she look the same as she had the four of five years ago since I last saw her, but her personality was still as vibrant as it was -- and the years that had taken her from the end of her teens to her mid-twenties had had no effect on her bubbly attitude to life. It was so refreshing.

'How come you're around here?' I asked her as we turned to continue walking along the path. 'Visiting someone?'

'No, I live here now' she accentuated the word 'live', as though she was equally as surprised as I was. She had been living in a village about fifteen miles outside of Roydon while we were working together -- I had visited here tiny studio flat once -- dropping her off one evening after we had stayed behind working late. It was well out of my way but her company had always lifted my spirits so I didn't hesitate to offer. She had always seemed so happy there despite the lack of space.

'It's much easier for work' she explained her move as though she had read my thoughts.

'Also my boyfriend lived in Roydon so it was a hell of a chore travelling backwards and forwards the whole time to see each other.'

It took only a few minutes to walk back to the flat where I lived, but Louise -- not one for shyness -- had already told me she was the proud mother of a baby son, Declan, had married and since divorced her boyfriend Steve and had finally passed her driving test. She had begun her lessons about a year before leaving her job with me, and even then was apparently nowhere near passing her test, so she was justly proud of the achievement. I stopped outside my flat and groped around in my pocket for my keys.

'You're having a laugh!' she exclaimed, and her eyes widened in disbelief. 'You don't live here.'

'I hesitated in confusion, before replying with a slow and weak 'Yeah. Why?'

''Coz I live about ten doors that way!' She pointed down the road, in the opposite direction from which we'd walked.

'The house with the big beech tree in the garden.' She continued.

I felt an overwhelming sense of irony that only seconds after embarking on my nightly walks around the estate I would pass just yards from her front door.

'Anyway, I'd better get back my mum will be climbing the walls by now at my son's bad behaviour. I'll see ya later.' And with that she put her hand onto the nape of my neck and pulled my cheek to her lips for a quick peck, before flashing me a mischievous grin and turning away. I couldn't help but notice her trousers were pulled taut across her backside, which wiggled attractively as she walked along the path. I was still transfixed when she suddenly turned back.

'Are you up to much tonight?' She asked inquisitively.

'Not really, quiet night in with the telly probably. Why?'

'Do you fancy popping down for a bite to eat, impress you with my shepherd's pie?'

Again, that cheeky grin broke across her face, and I couldn't resist.

'Sure, go on then. What time do you want me?'

'Seven-thirty. Hopefully the little 'un will be soundo by then, and we can eat in peace!'

'See you later then.'

I hurried to ready myself, showered and changed into smart jeans and a t-shirt, my mood heightened by the prospect of doing something other than sitting in front of the mind-numbing banality that is the nightly television schedule. It wasn't long before I was putting my trainers on and grabbing the bottle of white wine that had been "maturing" in the fridge for the several weeks since I'd received it on my birthday. I'm not a huge lover of wine -- I always preferred a drop of the single malt scotch so I figured it'd be a good opportunity to get rid of it and Louise would probably appreciate it more than I would. It took a brief sixty seconds or so from pulling the key from my door to knocking on hers -- the doorbell greeting by a flurry of manic barking and scrabbling at a hard surface. I heard Louise shouting at the animal to get back before the key jingled inside and she pulled the UPVC door open.

I was greeted by an instantly intoxicating sight -- bare feet with toenails painted scarlet red perfectly, tight leggings that stretched across her full and shapely thighs and calves, and a small top that revealed two inches of sumptuous cleavage. Her tanned skin looked silky smooth as I followed the curves of her shoulders and neck to the face that beamed a sensuous smile at me.

'Evening' she said as she swung the door open to allow me inside. I stepped onto the laminate floor, instinctive manoeuvring my feet to manipulate my trainers off - leaving them parked next to the large plant pot that stood in the corner of the hallway. I offered the bottle I was holding and she took it from me, before warning me about the dog's excitability,

'Now get ready for Alfie 'cos he's really scary when he wants to be.'

The dog was still yapping insanely from behind the closed door, which I guessed led to Louise's kitchen. She pulled the handle down before swinging the door back, allowing the tiny thing free to scuttle and slip on the floor towards me -- its tail wagging furiously. As I leant down to stroke him he pulled back and retreated as fast as he had come towards me, provoking a shrill of laughter from Louise as she bemoaned what a useless guard dog Alfie was. As I entered the kitchen the smell of rich minced lamb and vegetables cooking filled my nostrils.

'You're just in time -- it's almost cooked. Let me get you a drink and I'll dish up for us. What do you fancy?' She reached into the cupboard for our glasses, her top parting from the top of her leggings to reveal a band of smooth flesh across her navel, which drew my attention instantly.

'I don't really mind -- I'll have whatever's open.'

She took down two wine glasses and set them on the table, and then went to the fridge, and standing right next to me bent over to reach inside for the bottle of chardonnay that was stored on the bottom, stretching the fabric of her leggings as she did so, allowing me to see the triangular fabric of a white thong underneath. I looked away embarrassed, and started making feeble conversation about how much I liked her kitchen just to take my mind off how attracted to her I was.

She dished the meal up, each of us with a big glass of wine and a big plate full of steaming shepherd's pie to munch through. We ate slowly, because we didn't seem to stop talking. We chatted at great length about so many things, her marriage and her baby, our current jobs as well as reminiscing about the times and the people at the workplace we shared. It turned out we had both had a car accident over the previous couple of years, although only I had managed to write my car off when I flipped it over. The conversation turned to musical tastes and she asked if I still liked Metallica.

'Of course!' I exclaimed. 'Metallica for life, sweetheart.'

'I liked Metallica years ago, but my mum was a huge fan and played it all the time so I just got really bored in the end.'

And that was how we were for what seemed like hours, just talking and being really comfortable in each other's presence. In truth, I couldn't remember the last time I felt so comfortable with a woman -- maybe the wine helped after we had shared almost two bottles -- but there was definitely an instant reconnection as if the years we'd spent away from one another had never happened. I actually felt closer to her now that I remembered being before.

We finished tea, and we loaded her dishwasher before going into her lounge with another bottle of wine. She dimmed the lights and put on some soft background music, then lit some candles on her fireplace. I sat myself down on her sofa as she fed her fish, and she took me by surprise by sitting right next to me -- not even at the other end of the sofa, but making a point of being close to me. Any other time I would have felt a bit nervous, but not now. I was happy to be as close as possible to her.

We continued our conversation, and I spent joyous minutes gazing into her seductive green eyes as we again recounted the many stories from working with one another. She put a hand just above my knee and apologetically explained that she needed to check on baby Declan. This broke my mind's slumber, trance, whatever you would like to call it, and snapped me back to reality.

'Why don't you pop up and meet him? As long as you promise not to wake him.'

I jumped at the chance and followed her up the stairs, watching her bum wiggle in the tight fabric on the way up, and I felt my loins stir as I resisted an urge to reach out and touch what I needed. My hands fumbled on the dark landing as I followed her into the nursery, and she switched a dim lamp on in the corner away from the cot. The little chap was tucked up nicely and fast asleep, and his mum looked at him so proudly. I instinctively placed a hand on the cool skin of her shoulder, and she looked at me, before taking my hand off her and leading me away from the cot and out of Declan's room.

I panicked, sure that I'd really messed everything up. I stuttered momentarily trying to explain myself to her, but she hushed me and simply led me into another room -- her bedroom -- and gazed at me before pulling my head down towards hers and our lips met. We kissed gently at first, and my heart raced as I tasted the sweetness of her, and our mouths opened and I pushed my tongue into her mouth and accepted hers, we explored each other hungrily as I allowed my hands to slide onto her hips, rubbing the bare skin beneath her top gently with my fingertips and feeling the goosebumps of pleasure rise from her silky smooth flesh.

I pulled my lips from hers and began exploring her neck, the sweet smell of her perfume intoxicating me as I bit her, gently and playfully, and felt my cock stir in my jeans and press against the fabric and against her belly. She jammed herself against me as hard as she could, before I pulled her top over her head to reveal her white bra holding her gorgeous and ample bosom. I helped her take my t-shirt off and she wasted no time taking her tongue to my chest, finding one of my nipples and biting it playfully. My cock instantly reached a raging hardness, forcing a large bulge in the front of my jeans. I unclipped her bra, allowing it to drop to the floor, releasing her magnificent tits, firm with small dark areolas crowned with small nipples.

I instantly moved to them, cupping them both in my hands and gently squeezing and moving them in a circular motion. I stooped to take her nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it and gently scraping it with my teeth and it responded by growing and hardening and I responded by sucking harder and squeezing tighter. She groaned lightly and pushed herself towards me, nearly smothering me with the soft mound of flesh. I released her nipple and couldn't resist putting my face in the valley between her tits, she grasped them and pressed them both around my cheeks as I hungrily kissed and licked her aromatic skin.

She knelt on the floor to meet my lips, taking my tongue in her mouth once again before pulling away, whispering 'Stand up for me.' I got straight to my feet, so her face was level with the bulge in my jeans, and she locked her eyes into mine as she expertly unfastened the button and zip and pulled them to below my knees. I watched her bite her lip as she rubbed the huge bulge in my boxers, and I let out a loud groan at the sensation it sent up and down my shaft. She tugged at the waistband and my cock sprang free. She took it in her hand and pulled the foreskin back to reveal the purple gland swollen and engorged with blood.

Pulling her head low, she put the tip of her tongue at the base of my shaft, and slid her tongue all the way along the underside before stretching her mouth over the head and sliding my cock across her tongue and deep into her throat, and unable to control my body I grunted and threw my head back as she expertly drew back and forth -- sucking and swallowing with each stroke as the tip of my cock hit her throat. She wrapped her left hand over my balls holding them firmly as she accelerated her movement and began humming and groaning with pleasure which in turn sent incredible vibrations through the whole my loins. I felt the tenseness rise in my balls and the base of my shaft so not wanting to come I gently pulled her off my cock but she was unwilling, leaving her tongue stretched towards the tip of my prick that glistened with her saliva and my precum.

I picked her up and kissed her deeply -- she tried to take my tongue as she did my cock and suck it as far into her throat as she could. I pushed her down onto the bed and watched as her tits wobbled under her chin. I pulled at her leggings and she lifted her bum from the bed, allowing me to peel the fabric down her tanned skin leaving just a tiny white thong, through whose lace I could see her dark tuft of pubic hair. Kneeling straight up with my cock jutting in front throbbing, I took one of her feet with my hand and put my lips over her toes, and she giggled at the sensation first, and then groaned when I began to suck. She moved her other foot onto my cock and manipulated her toes up and down the hard shaft and the slightly rougher textured skin on the knuckles of her toes scraped my head giving me a tingling I had never felt in my cock before.

I saw a large damp patch had appeared on the thong and guessed the time was right to pay her pussy some attention, so I pulled them over her hips and away up her thighs to leave me looking at her small triangular bush, with her bald lips already swollen and parted to show her hot red hole already slick with her juices. I could already smell her sex as I moved my head down low to flick my tongue over her clit that already stood proud of its hood, and she pulled her legs back so I could kiss, lick, suck, bite and nibble unhindered.

I wanted everything on my tongue -- I swirled it all over her - possessed by a desperate need to taste and please her. I pulled he lips apart with my fingers and plunged deep inside her satin hole, drawing my tongue up and down from her clit to her asshole, savouring every last drop of juice that flowed from her pussy, then circling and flicking her clit as she pulled me by the hair harder into her crotch, grunting as she humped by face, soaking it before squealing as her orgasm built, clamping her thighs around my head I pushed my tongue deep inside her again and I tasted a trickle of juice flowing over my tongue and down my throat. I sucked and licked every drop she could give me until she was spent, then I pulled myself up on top of her, my cock throbbing and hard ready to plunge into her.

She rolled us onto my back as we kissed again; she tasted her own juices as they dried on my lips and chin. She sat astride me with my cock flat on my belly, she teased me by rubbing herself against me, her soaking pussy sliding deliciously up my shaft for a few moments before she stopped and lifted herself up, grasping my cock as I reached up and grabbed her tits again, squeezing them and pinching the hard nipples that stood proud of her breasts as though they were seeking a stimulus. I felt her position the head of my shaft against her pussy's opening, and she balanced herself by pressing on my chest for a moment before slowly lowering her hips, and we groaned together as the walls of her pussy slip slowly down my cock and the heat inside her sent shockwaves of pleasure down my dock and into my balls.

She slid down to my hilt and waiting for a moment, adjusting herself to the size of my cock before leaning toward me, and rocking her hips back and forth slowly at first, but building speed and intensity rapidly causing her arse and pussy to slap wetly against my balls and thighs. She was rocking me up and down and I groaned loudly and squeezed her tits harder, and she reacted by pounding me harder and faster until I had to stop her once again from making me cum -- I held her arse steady above me and bent my knees up into the air, and used my purchase from my feet to push my cock up into her and pulling away at my own speed, leaving her helpless. I moved slowly at first until my need to come had receded, then started to pound her upwards slapping against her clit and I pulled her pussy open, stretching her flesh tight over my cock and kept pounding her until I slowed right back down again, knowing that the more times I held back when wanting to come the harder and more ecstatic the moment would be when I chose it.

I gave her back control by spinning her away from me and lowering her back onto my cock, giving me a wonderful view of her puckered arsehole that had a tiny brown mole just to its left and just below, her pussy lips stretched by my cock. Again, I held her open and stretched her even more which heightened our pleasure even more and before long she was pounding up and down wildly slapping my hips with her backside and grunting as each stroke hit deeply into her pussy. My cock was burning inside her as she accelerated further and lengthened her strokes, once allowing my cock to slip out of her. I hurriedly put it back inside her and just moments later she groaned,




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'Oh God, oh fuck I'm coming! Oh please!'

As she did she sat down hard on me and straightened then arched her back, falling back onto as her pussy walls tightened and contracted around my shaft, clamping it as she released more fluids over my balls that trickled inside my thighs.

I gave her no time to recover, I wanted to come so I pushed her onto all fours and swiftly positioned myself behind her before thrusting deep into her still throbbing hole. She squealed in pain as I humped her frantically and within seconds my balls ached to explode and I felt my whole shaft tense up and lunged forward, sent my cum deep inside her in hot, sticky, gushing spurts.

I held there for a moment, allowing the intensity in both of us to subside gently before I pulled my cock from her, with some of my own come on the shaft. She smiled as she turned herself round and took my cock in her mouth - the touch of her tongue on my throbbing sensitive tip causing a recoil reaction from me that she giggled at -- slowly sucking my knob clean of our juices.

We lay silently for a moment before she rolled over and rested her head on my chest, and I gently stroked her skin in silence as we drifted away into a light sleep. Later we rose and showered, when I reacquainted myself with every inch of her flesh, gently cleaning her with my soapy hands as the sides of the cubicle steamed up to leave rivulets of water running down the tiles and glass door. I slipped my fingers all over her, playing with her heavy tits and sliding my palms down her belly to her mound, gently running my fingers along the length of her pussy and slipping my middle finger inside her. She groaned as I fingered her slowly, and reached behind her to take my hard on in her hand and stoked back and forth.

We built up speed gradually as the jet of water ran over my arm and across her tits and down the length of her body, until she turned to face me, kissed me hotly and pulled me from the shower, flicking the water off as she did so. Without either of us bothering to dry off, she led me back to the bed where she beckoned me to sit astride her, and she grasped my throbbing cock and placed it between her tits in that deep valley and started sliding them around my shaft -- pulling her head towards my cock and sucking hungrily. An incredibly erotic act, the pressure started to build again -- from deep in my balls and within moments I was groaning loudly and thrusting my hips in time with her movement and released another load, smaller, over her chin and lips.

We cleaned up, and dried off what little water was still left on our bodies and she asked me to stay with her for the night, which I did, and we slept. And we were blissfully content.



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"Hello Ms. Learner."

That voice, one that had been in countless fantasies when I was a bespectacled, brainy and horny teenager, caught me so off guard that I nearly dropped the punch I was holding. It was my ten-year high school reunion, held in the ballroom of the same hotel we had had our Senior Prom. I only came to show certain members of my class that even the biggest nerds are just successful swans in the making. Now I wore contacts, had a personal trainer that had whipped me into coke-bottle shape, was a thriving romantic erotica author and also had just celebrated my first year as an independent publisher. You better believe I was looking to rub it into the faces of former cheerleaders-slash-bullies turned unhappily married or divorced homemakers.

I hardly expected to see my former American Literature teacher Spencer Davis. Back then he was fresh out of college and every girl's dream lover. He was tall and athletically stout. He managed to look rock-hard and teddy bear cuddly at the same time. His skin brought to mind a rich sable coat, set off by startling gray eyes. My senior year had me spending many nights masturbating while thinking of his hands in and on me.

Feeling the heat of those memories in my face, I turned and whispered, "Mr. Davis!" Finding my voice, I said, "This is a pleasant surprise. Were we that bad a class that they thought we still needed you to chaperone us?" I asked smiling. I was rewarded with the smile that melted my heart and heated other parts as well.

"No, I'm the Assistant Principal now and the new Principal is sick so I'm standing in. I confess also that I was hoping to run into a few of my former students. You all were the first seniors I ever taught. It's amazing though..." he stopped in mid-sentence looking at me strangely.

"Mr. Davis?" I asked tentatively.

"Please, call me Spencer."

"I will only if you return the favor by calling me Tori, Spencer. Now, what were you saying about 'amazing'?"

"I was just thinking that I never realized how close in age we are."

With a boldness that I have rarely felt before I said, "Funny, I could never keep that fact off my mind in school. But I'm sure you realized you were the object of many a teenage fantasy that year."

That quick and sexy smile came into play again as he teased saying, "So can I take that to mean that I was the object of one of your fantasies Tori? If that is the case, then why haven't I seen myself in one of your steamy tales?"

Once again the spirit of some raunchy hussy that wanted this man tonight possessed me. At least that is the explanation I'm going to go with for the bald honesty of my response. 

Looking him directly in the eye I said, "Oh yes sir, you starred in many of my teenage exploratory moments. Those fantasies were too hot for print though; closer to pornographic than erotic." Pleased to see the heat in his eyes, I decided to throw caution to the wind and see where this flirtation would take me. It had been over a year since I had been with anyone and frankly a girl was feeling a little frisky.

"So, would you like another drink?" I asked as innocently as possible.

"Isn't that my line as the man?" he asked jokingly.

"Not if the drink is in my room." I stated frankly, letting the underlying invitation show in my face.

Though he was obviously interested I could see that he was still hesitant. I can't say that I blame him because though we were both adults, he probably still saw the awkward brainiac I used to be. Crooking my finger, I indicated he should follow me out into the hall.

"Look Spencer, we're both adults now. You turn me on and to be perfectly honest, I'd like to act on it. But if you're too uncomfortable just let me know and though it will be difficult, I'll rein in my lust for you." I added some theatrics to lighten things up and it seemed to work. At this last comment he laughed and visibly relaxed.

"Tori, you're still as charming as ever. You're also sexy as hell. When I saw your picture on the jacket of your book, I recognized you immediately. After reading a few of your steamy chronicles I admit that I had a few fantasies about you of my own."

"Really? Care to tell me about them?"

Moving as close as possible without touching me he said, "I'd much rather show you."

Heat spread all over my body then, pooling in the wisp of silk that made up my thong. "You always were good at acting out the stories in class, so I guess I can count on a thorough demonstration of those desires, Mr. Davis?" I deliberately used his surname. I had a sudden craving for a student/teacher encounter.

Catching on he replied, "Most definitely, Ms. Learner."

"Then I guess you should lead the way to the study hall. I'm looking forward to an enlightened lesson."

When we got to his room I asked him, "So what is the lesson plan for today, Mr. Davis? Do you recommend a review of the basics or should we move on to something more advanced?"

Slowly walking towards me he smiled replying, "Since this is our first session I think we should do a review. You know, just so I can see what concepts you have a good grasp on."

Reaching for and rubbing his crotch where my prize was straining for liberation I said, "I think you'll find my grasp will show I have above average skills."

"I'll be the judge of that Ms. Learner." Pulling me to him, he kissed me in a way that was commanding yet tender. It was the kind of kiss that liquefies you with its slow heat; then burns you with the sudden explosion of lust at the end. Standing there with my body formed to his, top to bottom, I reveled in the sensations that were traveling through all of my erotic zones. As our hands roamed over each other I asked him, "So what would you like to test me on first, Mr. Davis?"

His nimble fingers were making quick work of the tiny buttons on the side of my dress as I loosened his pants when he answered, "I think a quick evaluation of your command of certain Latin terms would be in order. Do you think you can remember a couple from any oral exams?"

Instead of answering, I pushed him so he fell across his bed. Stepping out of my dress so I was only wearing my thong and heels I said, "Yes Teacher. I think you'll be pleased with level of proficiency I have obtained." Kneeling in front of him, I removed his shoes and socks and then his pants and underwear. The teen deep inside me was delighted to see that I had been correct in thinking he was a boxer type of guy. The sight of his full and elongated member throbbing at its sudden emancipation thrilled the woman I had become. Reaching for him, I caressed him steadily while keeping my eyes on his.

Removing his shirt he then propped himself up so he could better see my demonstration. As I lowered my head he said, "Ms. Learner, I believe you're forgetting the tradition. You are to say the term first then give an illustration of the act. So if you will."

Grabbing his dick like a microphone I said, "Fellatio." I then proceeded to spell it with a lick between each letter; up, down and around his shaft. When I got to the end and said the letter "O" I took a long lick from the base to the tip, then dropping my jaw I deep-throated for my "illustration". The sounds of pleasure he evinced let me know that he was enjoying himself as much as I was. Sucking on the head lightly then firmly pulling myself as far down as I could go. When I tasted the salty sweetness of his pre-cum I stopped and asked him if we could engage in another demonstration.

"You see Mr. Davis; I'm enjoying this lesson so much that I've made a bit of mess of panties. Do you think you could help me out by engaging in a bit of oral Latin as well?"

"You have been a good student. Hmm...it would be my great pleasure Ms. Learner." Helping me to stand, he knelt in front of me pulling down my panties. Then he propped my leg up on the bed and adding extra support by wrapping his arms under my thighs initiated a delicious tongue-lashing. His talents could never be called into question.

Massaging my sensitive breasts, I reveled in the sensations running through my body. Staying in character I said, "Oh Mr. Davis. That feels so good." But as I climbed toward my climax my words turned to indistinct whimpers. Grabbing the back of his head, I rolled my hips into his face. "Please let me cum Mr. Davis! Please sir!" The dream I was caught up in amplified my orgasm. As I came my sweet peach ran with my juices. I got to hand it to Mr. Davis though; he didn't spill one drop.

Still wanting to feel him inside of me, I tugged him to his feet to share my taste on his lips. Turning I pulled him down on top of me. With a light of humor in his eyes he said, "I thought I was doing the teaching here. Are you trying to take over, Ms. Learner?"

"Oh no Mr. Davis. Was I out of line?"

"I think you may have over stepped your bounds. Now what do you think would be an appropriate reprimand for that?"

My body flushed at his words. "Perhaps you should bend me over, Sir. I'm sure I'll learn my lesson that way."

Eyebrows raised he asked, "Bend you over my knee?"

With a sly look I said, "No. Just bend me over...Sir."

Taking the hint Mr. Davis nodded. "First a few licks then I'll get to your punishment." Before I could ask what he meant by "licks" he was showing me. Closing my eyes I simply allowed myself to bask in the feel of his mouth all over my body. Not just licks but kisses and sucks as well. I was a limp mass of nerves by the time he rolled me over. Because of his wonderful ministrations, my pussy was slick and ready for him. Quickly grabbing a condom from his wallet, he was inside me before I could draw a breath. Rhythmically moving deep inside me then pulling out so just the crown of his dick was left, he soon had me quivering. Doggy-style is my favorite position for a thick man because his dick isn't only going deep, it's filling me up too. As tightly as I was wrapped around him, I know he could feel the spasms as I started to edge toward the precipice again.

"Yes Mr. Davis. Shit Spencer, fuck me. Baby I want to cum with you. Fuck me Sir! Fuck me!" I ground out in a harsh whisper. My now extra sensitive tits grazed across the spread as he began to pile drive into me. The resulting shocks went straight to my clitoris; it was becoming harder to hold back but I wanted to cum with him as I did in my long-ago fantasies.

"Ms. Learner are you ready for me to cum?" he asked, his voice husky with sound of sex.

"Yes Mr. Davis." I breathed softly.

"I can't hear you Ms. Learner. Do you want this dick to cum deep inside your juicy-ass pussy?"

I absolutely LOVE dirty talk! I practically shouted, "Yes please Mr. Davis!"

He didn't need to any words to convey the power of his orgasm. The heat from the nut filling the rubber was all it took for me to go flying over the edge. It felt so good I was bouncing myself off of his dick without even realizing it. When it ended almost a minute later I collapsed and giggled when he fell on top of me.

"Get off Mr. Davis! You're all sweaty now."

"Like you don't have wetness in and on you right?" he chuckled as he rolled to his side.

Smiling I turned to him. "I did enjoy my lesson. So...interested in giving me those advance sessions still?"

"I thought you had moved away?"

"I did. But I'm only like 60 miles away. So what do you say?"

Nodding he said, "It sounds good. But I have to warn you. I don't really do the casual thing. This..." waving his hand to indicate our evening activities, "is not the way I usually am. I'm generally pretty steady with the women I choose to be with. So why don't we go out, sans sex and see where that leads us?"

Not believing my luck at finding a man that wasn't interested in just hitting it I said, "I would like that." That was six months ago and we're still seeing each. But the "sans sex" part went out the window about three months ago. After all, how often does a teacher cum across a student so excited about her studies?

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The small railway station was almost deserted as she got off the train. As usual there was one British Rail employee manning the gate and a bored looking younger woman in the ticket office. Lacey smiled at both of them as she made her way out into the chill evening air, her suitcase banging against her shins as she walked. Checking her watch she began her journey out towards the main road where, hopefully, he would be waiting for her.

The small, white, sports car was parked just out of sight of the station and she hurried towards it, seeing his arm snake out to open the passenger side door.

"Hi." Her voice, soft and low, filled the car and he smiled back at her.

"Hi, yourself." He climbed out, opened the boot and deposited her suitcase effortlessly within. Once he was back in the car he reached over, running a soft leather covered thumb across her lips before starting the engine and easing out into the empty street.

There were no more words, there never were until they had left the town behind and were speeding along the country roads towards their destination. The hedgerows, full of blossom, and the green fields beyond caught her eye as the dusk claimed them and she watched as they flew by. A man of few words she knew her companion would talk when he was ready and was more than happy to just sit and enjoy his company silently until then.

The email she had received two days before her trip had promised her a long weekend where fantasies would be fulfilled and dreams realized. Her imaginings had been lurid and exciting over the previous nights and she was wet and aroused even though he had said not a word. If previous liaisons were anything to go by there would be at least another half an hour's travelling before they reached the destination he had chosen.

"Have you thought about what I said?" His words shocked her, not because of their content but because he had spoken without moving, his eyes still glued to the road, his hands relaxed against the wheel.

"Oh yes, constantly. I love a mystery as you know and you certainly weren't giving very much away. I've been wracking my brains to try and remember all the things I've told you. Things I've told no one else, I might add."

The smile, as enigmatic as ever, caused her heart to beat a little faster and she reached across to rest her hand on his hard, muscular thigh.

"Can you at least tell me where we're going?"

"Of course. We're going to meet up with a friend of mine for a couple of days, his name's Steve, we've known each other for years."

"I see." She didn't, and for a while the silence returned to the car. "We've never needed anyone else before, is he going to be with us the whole time?"

"Would that worry you?" There was something about his tone, the way he glanced momentarily in her direction, which made her next words catch in her throat.

"I ... I don't know. Can I play it by ear?"

"You know you can. Have I ever forced you to do anything you didn't want to?" The car slowed as he spoke. His voice was serious now and she realized he was actually stopping. Reaching out his hand he cupped her face, pulling her gently towards him and, finally, their lips touched. She felt his fingers in her hair, his tongue against her flesh as she opened her mouth and let him in. The kiss, gentle but passionate, took her breath away and she moved back as she looked into his deep blue eyes and smiled.

"No, you have never forced me. I trust you, implicitly. In many ways I have no choice, but it has never been a problem."

"You are too trusting, I've told you that before, but I won't hurt you, or force you into anything. Now, is it ok if we continue our journey?"

"No, one more kiss, please? I've missed you." 

There was no gentleness this time, they let their tongues clash and she reached out, feeling his arousal through his trousers. Whatever was planned had him excited, hard to her touch, and she relaxed against him, certain she would enjoy it, whatever it was.

The house, a small cottage whose garden ran up into a hill behind it, was painted white and had a tiny lawn in front. Lacey looked around as she carefully extricated herself from the car. They had driven through a village large enough only for two pubs, a small supermarket and an infant's school along with old and new houses nestling together. Now, appreciating the isolation around her, she knew why they were going to Steve's house rather than a hotel.

"David, it's good to see you." The voice boomed into her consciousness and she turned. "And you must be Lacey. Come in, both of you, kettle's on, although you'll want beer I expect." Steve slapped his friend on the back as the two of them passed and she laughed.

"He has you well worked out."

"Well, you're wrong, both of you, I would love a cup of tea." She stuck her tongue out at him, laughing as she did so and then watched, dumbstruck, as Steve moved closer to David, his eyes alight with passion as their lips touched.

The difference between the two men, one greying with a beard and the other, dark haired, clean-shaven and a little taller was emphasized as they moved together. Lacey, feeling slightly embarrassed, stepped back to give them room only to see David looking at her over Steve's shoulder. His look stopped her in her tracks and, feeling somewhat voyeuristic, she watched as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the most erotic kiss Lacey thought she had ever seen.

"Sorry about that," Steve's voice, husky from the moment sounded anything but apologetic. "It's been too long since we've been together, and you have to admit he is a fabulous kisser."

"Oh yes, I definitely agree with that, and don't worry, it was hot to watch." Steve looked at David for a second before speaking.

"May I?"

David inclined his head and Lacey caught her breath as Steve moved closer to her. His lips, soft and warm, brushed hers as a hand rested lightly on her arse. She leaned against him, the heat of his body spurring her on. A tongue ran across her skin and she opened her mouth, accepting him as readily as David had done, enjoying the different taste, the different sensations and surrendering herself to whatever lay ahead.

For a while they had been sitting in the lounge, a roaring fire taking the chill off the spring evening. The conversation had been easy and relaxed, the music in the background just enough to fill any silences pleasantly. Steve had sat on the sofa first, pulling David down next to him and Lacey had made herself comfortable against the chest of her lover, wondering how things would work as the evening progressed.

David's lips touched fleetingly at her hairline, tiny butterfly kisses designed to entice and enflame. She moved her head, arching her neck and inviting him to do more. 

"I want you, Lacey, but I want Steve too, is that alright with you?" He breathed the words into her ear, softly, huskily, and she closed her eyes.

Once she knew he had finished speaking she turned to capture his lips with her own. For a minute or two there were no words, but then, her eyes dark with lust, she smiled again.

"Yes, let me see him take you, David, see him fuck that sweet arse of yours before you do the same to me."

"Are you sure, baby?" His words were still soft against her ear and she nodded.

"Yes, I am so hot for you, I want to see you, feel you, watch you."

"And Steve?" If the other man heard his name he made no sign of it. Lacey knew he was waiting, watching, wondering what would happen and she looked him in the eye as she answered.

"Maybe. The thought of the two of you together excites me, so let's see how it goes, ok?"

David nodded before moving so he could reach out towards Steve. This time it was he who initiated the kiss and Lacey again found herself watching. David's hand covered Steve's cock, the outline of which was easily seen through his jeans. She leant forward so she could do the same to David only to find a hand already there. Between them they began to rub and stroke at David's dick, working together to the sounds of his moaning.

"Fuck, that feels so good, touch me, and let me feel your hands on me."

David leant back on the sofa and Lacey and Steve, one on either side began to undress him. Long red fingernails worked on shirt buttons as sturdier, stronger ones undid the snap on his trousers, lowering the zipper before reaching inside to free the rock hard, eight inches of flesh that they both wanted.

Lifting his hips David pushed down on his clothes before kicking them off onto the carpet. Lacey removed the shirt and leant forward taking a nipple into her mouth, her tongue teasing it back and forth as she saw Steve begin to lick the mushroom head of the now solid cock.

"Oh, God." The words, more a groan in reality, only spurred them on. Lacey, her fingers playing with the nipple she wasn't suckling at, paused in her ministrations to kiss her lover. Their tongues were languid against each other as she felt David's hand reach up to search out her left breast. "Strip for me, baby, let me see you, show Steve what you look like."

She stood up, aware of the audience she had, and listened to the music in the background for a moment before beginning to sway in time with it. Glad she had worn a soft, silky shirt with her jeans Lacey began undoing the buttons before sliding it down her arms and onto the floor. She reached out for Steve, pulling him towards her and dancing with him slowly, grinding herself against the outline of his hard cock before pulling at his t-shirt. She lifted it up and over his head to expose a smooth muscular chest running down to a slightly soft belly and a treasure trail of dark hair, which disappeared into his jeans. His hands teased at the button on her trousers, pushing them down, revealing the tiny thong she had chosen for David, a slip of black lace, which matched the bra she still wore.

David got to his feet his erection bobbing now as he joined them. Reaching behind her his fingers deftly undid her bra, letting her large tits fall free. As he did so she worked on Steve's jeans, anxious now to see him naked. His trousers and boxers disappeared easily to reveal a thick, slightly curved cock already leaking pre-cum. 

Lacey pulled at the nipples she knew David loved, watching his reaction before licking her fingers and running them across the now tightened nubs. Steve lowered his head and took the right tit into his mouth. His tongue, warm against her skin, was suddenly joined by David's and for the first time she felt both her nipples being sucked at the same time.

David bent her at the waist, pushing her over before he penetrated her; she felt her thong being moved to one side as he thrust inside. His thick, long cock taking her closer and closer to her first orgasm. Steve, his mouth no longer working her hard nipple, raised a hand and slapped it down on her arse cheek. Jerking her forward as David pushed deeper inside and she felt herself begin to shake.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, David, Steve, oh, don't ... don't stop ..." her head fell forward as she leant against her new lover, now sitting in front of her on the sofa. Lacey felt David move quicker inside her and tightened her muscles around him. She pushed back hard against him as her breath came in deep pants.

"Yes ... oh ... ohhhh." Words stopped as her body reached its peak. Her cunt tightened once more before suddenly she was soaking David's prick, again and again as she came in pulse after pulse before collapsing onto the sofa, her body flushed and her eyes closed.

The sight that met her when Lacey had the energy to rejoin the party almost had her cumming again instantly. David was on his knees in front of her sucking Steve's cock. As she watched his head bob up and down on it she could see that although it was as long as her lover's it wasn't as thick. The head, moving in and out of David's mouth with a satisfying slurp each time was a shiny red, hard and tight, and she longed to touch it.

Reaching out she grasped David's cock in her right hand causing him to move back, leaving Steve's dick at her mercy. Once again she reached out and when she had both hands full she slowly moved them up and down, keeping in time as the two men in front of her began to kiss again.

As their bodies moved closer she wrapped one hand around both shafts leaning forward to catch the heads with her lips on each downward stroke. The sound of their kissing intensified and Lacey realized they were rubbing against each other and stopped the movement of her hand. The two hard cocks forced their way through her open fist and she wrapped the other hand around, encasing both of them as she enjoyed the show.

It was Steve who moved back first, his hand still in David's hair as he spoke.

"Fuck me, want that meat in me again." David just nodded, his eyes darting from his friend to his lover as he did so.

"Go for it, baby, let me watch you." Lacey lowered her mouth onto David's cock, sucking it in until she gagged against it. Her head bobbed up and down as she lubricated the entire length, wanting to feel him before he took his male lover.

"Let's move upstairs, where we can get more comfortable." Steve, his hand now jerking his own cock got to his feet and headed out of the lounge. Lacey watched David follow without a word and did the same. The bedroom was large, with white walls and black beams. In the middle of the room was a king sized bed with dark blue bedding and lots of pillows. Steve pulled back the covers before lying face down on the mattress. He raised himself up just high enough to slip one of the discarded cushions underneath and then moaned as David knelt behind him, his lips grazing the soft skin of his arse, as he began to kiss and suck at him.

"Oh yes, yesss, I've missed this so much." Steve reached back opening himself up to the talented tongue of his lover and Lacey watched as David, whom she knew was anxious to reacquaint himself with his friend, moved so his tongue was licking down the crack towards the tight entrance to Steve's body.

"Watch me, baby, watch me take him and then he'll take me. Do you want to see that too?"

"Oh, God, yes." Her fingers were in her pussy now, moving in and out as she took herself higher and higher before stopping, not wanting to cum and miss anything that was going on.

"Suck me, Lacey, let me feel your lips on me." Steve's voice broke into her pleasure and she looked up. David had his hands full with his own cock and she moved over, lowering her lips to Steve's arse and repeating the actions she had seen and knew he loved.

Her tongue found its way into the tight portal, pressing just hard enough to get a response before moving back to watch it pulse before her. Leaning forward she held her fingers in front of Steve.

"Suck on one and I'll use it."

"Fuck, yeah." He took the middle finger into his mouth, sucking on it and running his tongue around and over it. Lacey moved back and after licking once again she pressed the digit against the pulsating skin. "Oh, ohhh, yes." Steve pushed back as she moved forward and she felt herself being accepted. Gently she waggled the finger inside him enjoying the feel of the muscles tightening around her before catching his prostate with her nail. Mindless grunts came from Steve as he pushed back harder and she withdrew before entering again with two fingers.

The scissor action had Steve getting up onto all fours to increase the sensations and Lacey grasped his softening cock in her other hand, running her fingers over its length before moving back so David could take over.

"God, that was hot, do me next." He kissed her hard on the lips and Lacey realized not only were her fantasies coming true but his as well. He wanted to see her with another man, but only if he was there too. She wound her fingers into his hair, holding him close.

"Fuck him, show me what you like, I want to see you cum with Steve."

He nodded, his eyes dark with lust now and moving away from her he grasped the bottle of lube from the nightstand and began to prepare both himself and Steve for what lay ahead.

"Turn over, it's better that way."

Steve did as he was told without a word, laying on his back and throwing the cushion on the floor. He placed his hands behind his head as he watched but as soon as David raised his legs up against his chest and placed his cock head at the entrance to Steve's body he reached down grasping his nipples and pulling at them.

"Oh, fuck, yeah." 

Carefully, slowly, Lacey saw David push forward. She felt herself tighten, her body tingling as she watched the scene unfold before her. David's cock was about eight inches long, thick and she loved it. He fucked her once or twice a month when their busy schedules allowed and the memories kept her wet and ready during their time apart.

Now she knew she would have something else, a vision of what her lover looked like when he took and was taken, to add to her dreams and she pulled at her tight nipples, wanting him to speed up but enjoying the tentative beginnings as well.

Steve had reached down and grasped his thighs opening himself up for David and she could see the cock head resting against the tight hole she had licked and kissed.

"Ready?" David leant forward, the movement just enough for him to enter the tight outer ring of muscle. Steve's body lifted from the bed as he nodded and then David pushed.

"Tell me." Lacey whispered the words, but David heard. He nodded, his reply almost grunts as he spoke.

"Tight, so fucking tight and hot. God, Steve, I need this so bad." Pumping forwards the rhythm was instantly hard and fast. Steve had grasped his soft cock and already it was hardening visibly in his fist. David bent over the body of his lover pulling at both nipples as he kissed him.

"Yes, harder, David, fuck me harder." Steve, his words muffled by David's mouth, was meeting every thrust of the older man's body. David's balls slapped against the soft skin Lacey had so recently kissed and then Steve reached up, pushing his friend back. 

"Gonna cum, don't want to. Let me fuck you, David, take that arse again."

David pulled back, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that showed his tight muscles off even more than usual. He took Steve's place on the bed and looked over to Lacey. Moving forward she kissed him, her hands running into his chest hair and finding the nipples she loved. 

"Do it to me, like you did Steve, fuck my arse with your fingers, open me up, baby, get me ready."

She only nodded, words seemed superfluous. Looking over at Steve who was standing, breathing heavily, while his left hand grasped the base of his cock tightly, she smiled. 

"Come here." He moved almost in a trance and Lacey captured his lips pulling him towards her, kissing and touching him, running her hands down over his back and kneading his tight cheeks.

"Want you to fuck me, take my cunt while David takes my arse, do you like the sound of that, lover?"

"Shit, yes." Steve ground against her. "But later, want to cum in his sweet arse, Lacey, please, let me have him."

She knelt before Stevve, looking up subserviently before taking his hard cock into her mouth for the first time. Slowly she moved up and down, bringing him back to the boil before stopping again.

"Take him, take him hard, but not all your cum in his arse, I want to see."

She moved away, not waiting for an answer, he could work out what to do without her help. Instead she again knelt, this time on the mattress before leaning forward to begin preparing David for his arse fucking.

Her lips began to kiss, to lick, the skin she was so familiar with. His chest was so hairy and she loved it but his butt cheeks were smooth, almost hairless and that too turned her on. Gently her fingers pulled at him, exposing his deep crack to her eyes and she feasted on the sight for a moment before licking her lips and then running her tongue down the usually hidden skin, touching the puckered ring before moving on.




Reunion



The moan she received made her smile and she kissed the soft skin at the junction of his leg and his cheek before once again beginning to lubricate his body.

Her tongue, furled now, made soft jabbing movements alternated with soft gusts of air as she blew against him. As his arse began to pulse she placed her lips over his tight hole, sucking it in and licking over it again and again as he writhed beneath her. A hand reached round, grasping her breasts as she worked and she felt Steve's cock on her own arse, running up her skin as she pushed back against him.

Resting her hands on David's hips she raised him so that he was on all fours before her. His cock hung behind heavy, low slung, balls and she carefully moved them back towards her before taking one into her mouth and rolling it around on her tongue.

As she did so her finger began to probe at his opening and she felt him push back as Steve had done.

"Fuck, Lacey, so good, so fucking good." His words were low, guttural, and she smiled against his skin.

Steve's cock entered her and for a minute as she prepared her lover she was herself fucked from behind.

"Take him, Steve, he's ready for you." Her fingers, lubed up and still inside, moved gently across David's prostate and he bucked against her. She could tell he was more than able to take the thick cock, which was inside her, and so carefully she stood, regretting the empty feeling but needing to see her lover fucked before her.

David turned so he too was on his back. His hand was on his cock, jerking it as he waited and then, as Steve moved closer, he raised his legs, his body open and willing.

Lacey sat on a chair by the side of the bed. She knew if she stood she would touch and this was no longer her moment. Instead she ran a finger round until she found her own tight hole, gently penetrating herself as she watched and waited.

Steve said nothing as he pushed forward, David, his eyes now focussed on the handsome face above him groaned as the thick prick entered his body but was almost instantly moving against it, trying desperately to get it as deep inside him as possible.

"Oh, fuck, Steve." David broke his gaze for a moment to turn towards Lacey and she saw the realization in his eyes as he watched her hand move beneath her. He grasped his cock, pumping as he did so, looking back up at Steve, watching as he canted his hips and changed the angle of entry.

Over and over Steve pounded David, the grunts as they met, skin to skin, and the passion as they kissed and pawed each other, spurring them on.

"Gonna cum, Steve, fuck, I'm gonna cum." David, his back arched as he tried to hold off, cried out once more as his load splashed across his chest, hitting a nipple and streaking across his abs.

Steve, his body moving alone now, pushed once more before, as his cheeks clenched and his hands grabbed at his lover's hips, he began to unload inside David. Twice, three times he jerked hard against him before pulling back to let the remainder of his load mix with the spunk already on David's chest.

His body spasmed as he emptied his cock and then he leant forward, his arms either side of David as he caught his breath.

Lacey, spellbound in the chair, her cunt leaking her own juices watched as, recovering slightly, Steve licked at the cum on David's skin before moving above him to let it roll off his tongue and into his willing lover's open mouth. Their lips met, tongues touching, and Lacey watched as David passed the load back. One final time Steve kissed David and then she saw him swallow, not just his own cum but that of his male lover too.

Both men collapsed back against the pillows, David pulling Steve close as they did so. He held an arm out to welcome her too and Lacey moved against him, her head on his shoulder as she watched the two exhausted lovers. The two of them smiled at her before their eyes closed and their breathing deepened. Before she knew it she was the only one still awake in the house.



Reunion



Curt and Angeline walked into the gym of her old high school. It was her 20th reunion. Curt was walking ahead of her as always. He didn't take the time to hold her hand or even walk with her. Curt, a good foot taller than her, had a line backer physique with dark hair and expressive green eyes. Angeline, a petite brunette, had a voluptuous figure with medium dark hair and big blue eyes. 

Angeline saw a table of her old friends. She tapped Curt on the shoulder and pointed to the table. They walked over to the table. Rich and his wife, Scott and his wife, Carol and her husband, Priscilla and her husband, and Renee with her date Stacy were there. Angeline's eyes grew wide when she saw Stacy. Renee came up to her and hugged her. Angeline introduced her old friends to her husband Curt. Stacy walked up to her and kissed her cheek, "Hello, Angeline, how are you?"

"I'm well, thank you," she said nervously.

They all sat for awhile and talked about old times. The music started and couples went to dance. Curt and Angeline sat at the table. Angeline knew he wouldn't bother to ask her dance. He rarely touched her anymore. To her surprise, on the next song, Stacy walked over to them. He asked, "May I dance with your wife?"

Curt gave him a queer look but nodded his head. Stacy took Angeline's hand and led her to the dance floor. He looked deep into her blue eyes and said, "Hi, sweet heart, it has been a long time. I didn't know you married."

Angeline laced one hand around his neck and held his hand with the other. Stacy laced his hand down low on her back, nearly touching her finely shaped ass. He asked, "Are you happy? You don't look so happy?" He ran his hand up her back and smiled down at her. "I don't want to lose touch with you again."

Curt watched them dance together and for the first time in a long while, he was jealous. He didn't like the way that man was looking at his wife. Curt saw lust and desire in Stacy's expression. Curt didn't like the way he was touching her. Why hadn't he noticed how incredible she looked? She had lost so much weight recently and that dress outlined her figure, a figure better than the first time he had saw her. His fingers actually ached to touch her. Why hadn't he touched her in awhile? He never thought she would leave him for another man but the way that man looked her and the way she looked at him made Curt realize he could lose her. He would have to remedy that situation.

She was so nervous that she didn't know what to say. Stacy had been her first love and she always missed him. She knew he had married but she guessed he had divorced. Angeline had recently thought about divorce because her husband had lost interest in her lately. She looked over at the table and to her surprise her eyes met Curt's. His green eyes looked stormy and dark. She looked away surprised and the music ended. Stacy kissed her cheek again and said, "I want to dance with you again if you would like."

When they reached the table, Curt took her hand and walked her out to the dance floor. He laced his arms around her waist and she put her arms around his neck. He looked into her eyes and then to her surprise kissed her hard on the lips, as her lips parted in shock, he slipped his tongue into her mouth. His hand moved down to her ass as he pulled her closer and kissed her deeper. She responded to him. He kissed her neck and whispered, "You look amazing, wife."

Angeline was completely taken by surprise as he looked into her eyes. He said, "I saw the way he looked at you. I didn't like it. You're my wife. Was he the one you almost married when you were 17?"

"Yes," she whispered and he kissed her again. His kiss was ravishing like he kissed when he was really horny. She was surprised again. He hadn't kissed her like that in a very long time and he never kissed her in public except for their wedding. Breathlessly he said, "I should have noticed how incredible you look tonight. I am going to take you to the hotel tonight and show you how much you mean to me. I want you, Angeline. I love you."

She looked up into his sparkling green eyes and whispered, "I love you, Curt. I always have."

He pulled her closer and she could feel his erection against her belly. He whispered, "I want to get out of here and take advantage of you." He kissed her neck and bit softly. Her mouth fell open and she moaned softly. "Are you getting wet?" he whispered against her ear. 

"Yes," she whispered against his ear.

"I want to take you out of that dress and slip you down to your knees. It has been to long since we played together," he whispered against her ear and then bit her earlobe softly. 

The music ended and Curt escorted her back to the table. Angeline knew her cheeks were crimson as she sat down at the table. To her surprise, Curt put his arm around her shoulders and smiled wickedly at her. He winked seductively at her and said in front of everyone, "I look forward to getting you alone at that hotel tonight."

Angeline blinked and the blushed. He laughed and kissed her softly on the lips. "Did I embarrass you, Angeline? We are married."

Renee laughed and said, "It's good to see a married couple who are so into each other. How long have you two been married?"

"Almost 12 years," Curt said. "We have been together almost 14 years."

They sat and chit chatted at the table. Angeline got up to go to the bathroom. When she went to the bathroom, Stacy caught up with her. Angeline smiled at him and he handed her a sheet of paper with his phone number, email and cell phone number. He asked, "Can I have your information? I don't want to lose touch with you again. I know you're married but we could still be good friends."

Angeline gave her information to him and they walked back into the gym together. He was telling her about some date they had together and he had her laughing. His hand was on the small of her back when they walked into the gym. Curt watched them walk into the gym and his expression turned dark and stormy. When they reached the table, he glared at Stacy.

Stacy took Angeline's hand and said, "Come dance with me."

Curt said, "I don't think so. She's coming with me to the hotel."

Curt got up and took his wife's hand. He said, "It was nice to meet all of you but we have an early trip home in the morning and I want to get my wife to that hotel." He looked at her and winked. She blushed and said, "It was great to see all of you."

He took her hand and they walked out of the gym together. They walked out to the parking lot towards their rental car. He opened the door for her and she got inside. He slipped into the driver's side. When he got inside, he said, "I really don't like that guy. Did he give you his phone number or someway to get in touch with him?"

"He said he wanted to be my friend. He gave me his phone number and email."

"Rip it up. I don't like the way he looks at you and he has more on his mind than being your friend. Do you understand me, wife?" His eyes grew dark and she nodded her head.

He touched her face and laced his hand behind her neck. He pulled her in for a slow erotic kiss. He whispered against her ear, "Take off your panties and hike up that dress for me."

Angeline blushed and smiled wickedly at him. She pulled up her dress so that she exposed her lacy white panties. She eased her down her panties, exposing a dark triangle of hair. His hands, hands she loved, touched her naked thigh. He slowly caressed upward, sending pleasure through Angeline. His fingers contacted her nether lips and slowly caressed one then the other. His thumb went to her clit and he messaged it. He pinched it between his fingers and she arched her back toward him. She held onto the bottom of the seat and closed her eyes as she moaned softly. He plunged two fingers into her wetness and started to thrust in and out as he pulled the car out of the parking lot. As thrust his fingers harder and faster, he messaged her clit harder. Her body started to stiffen and she moaned out loud. 

"Cum for me, sweetness," he whispered huskily. He looked over at her and his eyes were sparkling wickedly.

She moaned and thrust her hips against his hand. Her whole body stiffened and she bit down on her lip as she moaned. Spasm after spasm hit her as she yelled, "I'm cummming."

He squeezed her thigh and smiled at her. He pulled into the hotel parking lot and she pulled her dress down over bottom. She reached for her panties and he said, "No, don't put those back on. You won't be needing them."

He opened her car door and offered her his hand. She slipped her hand into his and they walked holding hands to the elevator. Alone in the elevator, he pushed her against the back wall and kissed her hard on the lips, pressing his hips against hers. He kissed her neck and reached up and squeezed her breast. She wrapped her leg around his and he whispered against her ear, "I'm going to enjoy you, sweetness. It has been too long since I last touched you."

The elevator door opened and he took her hand and walked her to the room. He closed the door and turned toward her. "Take off that dress," he said and smiled wickedly at her.

She slipped off her dress, exposing her bra and no panties. She reached behind her and unbuckled her bra. She slipped it off and he stepped up to her. He cupped her face and said, "You look so beautiful. I should look at you all the time." He reached up and tweaked her nipple, pulling and rolling it around. She moaned and he pushed her down on the bed. He took off his shirt and jeans. He climbed up the bed and put his head between her thighs. He licked her nether lips, one then the other. She shuddered and arched her back. He found her clit and licked it, slowly at first and then faster. He slowly sucked it and then gently bit down. He looked up at her and she arched her body upward. She started to moan and stiffen. He thrust two fingers deep inside her and felt how wet she was getting. "Please, Curt," she begged.

"What do you want, sweet heart?"

"Fuck me please," she moaned.

He smiled wickedly. He had almost forgotten how his sweet little wife got very passionate and naughty when she was horny. He slid up her body and kissed her hard on the lips, slipping his tongue into her warm mouth. She wrapped her legs around his and he pushed his cock up against her nether lips, slowly running it up and down, getting wet. He pushed himself inside her and she moaned. 

"Yes, oh yes," she hissed as he started to thrust deep and hard inside of her.

She locked her arms around his neck and arched her hips up to meet every thrust. She was moaning and trembling beneath him. He kissed her ear and whispered, "Cum for me, baby."

She closed her eyes as her body stiffened. Spasm after spasm hit deep within her pussy and she yelled out his name. She kissed him passionately and he held her tight. 

"That's it, baby," he whispered against her lips.

She started to come down from her orgasm and he thrust harder and deeper into her. His whole body went stiff and he grunted, spilling his seed deep within her. Sweaty he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, "I love you, Angeline."

"I love you," she whispered as tears slipped down her face.

He touched her face and asked, "What's wrong, baby?"

"I've forgotten how incredible it is to be with you. I've missed you so much."

He rolled onto his back and pulled her by the waist. He kissed her forehead and she laid her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and she looked up at him. He smiled down at her and said, "I want something."

"What do you want?" she asked smiling up at him.

"I want your sweet mouth on my cock."

Angeline blushed and whispered, "Anytime, husband."

She slipped down between his legs. She picked up his cock and it started to grow in her hands as she stroked it. He moaned and laid back on the pillows. She licked the head of it and slowly sucked it into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the head and down the shaft and he moaned louder. She thrust his cock up and down. He laced his fingers into her hair as she got faster. He whispered, "Come kiss me, baby."

She slid up his body and he kissed her hard on the lips. He whispered against her ear, "Get up on your knees for me."

She got on her knees and he climbed up behind her. He kissed the small of her back as he eased his cock inside of her. She sucked in a deep breath as he pushed hard into her. He reached around her tiny waist and found her clit. He rubbed it and she moaned. He thrust harder and faster into her. He kissed and bit on her neck. He pulled and tweaked her nipples with his other hand and continued to rub her clit with the other. She started to stiffen and then spasm after spasm hit deep within her and she yelled, "Curt, oh God, I'm cumming so hard."

"Cum for me baby. Let go, please let go," he whispered in her ear.

Her pussy clamped down on his cock and he moaned. He felt that powerful urge to come deep inside of her. He thrust hard again and spilled his seed deep within her. He fell down on the bed with her. He pulled her into his embrace and she hugged him tightly. "That was incredible," she said and looked up into his sleepy eyes.

"I have been foolish not loving you more often. I saw Stacy look at you tonight and I realized I should protect what's mine."

"I am always yours," she whispered and he yawned.

She went to roll away and he caught her. He said, "I want to hold you tonight."

He never held her at night and she just nodded her head. She lied her head back down and they slowly faded into sleep. She felt so loved.



Reunion



Sandra's first thought as she walked into the restaurant was one of shock, as she recognized most everyone in the room, but their faces had changed so much in the ten years since she'd last seen them that they also seemed new and different. Which, she supposed, was the price one paid for cutting off contact when one fled town after high school. She hadn't looked back, either, until she'd gotten the invitation, forwarded from her mother, to the ten-year reunion. 

She'd dressed well, she though, going for a mature ensemble: an emerald-colored blouse tucked neatly into a gray-wool pencil skirt. She'd put a pair of tall black pumps on her feet and liked the sound of her heals clacking on the wood floor of the restaurant as she walked around and surveyed the scene. And here were 100 of what had once supposedly been her closest friends, chatting over cocktails while trying to remember what it was like to be seventeen. 

Sandra realized with dismay that she didn't have much to say to any of these people, and she nearly turned around and walked out, but then her eye caught the one person she both most dreaded and most wanted to see: Jason Klein. 

He'd hardly changed, she noticed. He was still tall and lanky, though his dark hair was shorter now, cut more neatly than it had been in high school, and he wore the shirt and tie like he owned them and not like his mother had dressed him. He was talking to a short woman with dark blonde hair. Lisa Phelps from the looks of it, Sandra guessed. 

Jason noticed Sandra, too, and nodded in her direction from across the room. Not sure what else to do, Sandra walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. When she turned around, Jason was still glancing surreptitiously in her direction. When she smiled at him, he smiled back. When she took a slow sip of her martini, she watched as he excused himself from his conversation and began to head her way. 

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Jason felt for maybe the twentieth time in the last year that, if he'd known senior year that being class president would have meant getting stuck on the Reunion Committee with Lisa Phelps ten years later, he might have skipped the whole thing. No amount of fame and fortune was worth that particular headache. 

She'd been meticulous and fastidious in high school, but as an adult, she was a nightmare of anal-retentive fussiness. She'd called him weekly for the last six months, asking pesky questions and confirming plans. He supposed he could find some comfort in the fact that Reunion had finally arrived, and that after tonight he'd hopefully never have to deal with her again. 

She was talking his ear off when a late-comer walked in, a woman he might have recognized anywhere, although she'd finally grown and matured into her body. Sandra Kellerman walked in on those long legs of hers, wearing a skirt that sat snugly on her hips and a blouse unbuttoned low enough to entice without giving it all away. She still walked like she was in a hurry to get to wherever she was going. He struggled to listen to what Lisa was saying to him but became distracted when Sandra looked over and caught his eye. He watched her walk over to the bar and order a drink. Lisa was still going on about name tags or something, but he cut her off and excused himself, then headed over to the bar. 

---

It was hard not to see him as he'd been at fourteen, tall and awkward and sitting behind her in history class. Hard not to remember the field trip to the Jersey Shore when she'd lent him her Smashing Pumpkins tape, which he'd promptly lost; he spent the rest of the school year swearing to replace it but never did. Hard not to remember him picking her up to drive her to school that time her car had broken down. Hard not to remember grinning at him as he sat in the cafeteria on the afternoon junior year when votes for class president had been collected. 

At the same time, she saw him dancing with Kim Becker at prom, his fingers laced through her long dark hair as they kissed during the class song. Or she saw him holding hands in the hallway with Lisa Phelps freshman year, or exchanging meaningful glances with Cindy Reyes. 

She did a quick wedding ring check as he walked towards her. His hands were bare. That was a good sign. 

"Hi, Sandra," he said when he got to her. 

"Hello," she said. "It's good to see you."

"It's been awhile," he said. He smirked. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but first, you've already got one, and second, it's an open bar."

"Did you fake-offer to buy everyone here a drink?"

"I have a few people, yes." He grinned more genuinely then. 

"It's a little weird to see everyone here drinking. I haven't really seen any of these people since before we were old enough to drink legally, so I'm finding it odd to see them all with drinks in their hands. I might be twenty-eight, but it seems to me that everyone here is still eighteen."

"I'm definitely not eighteen anymore," he replied. "You look great, by the way."

"Thanks," she said, pushing a strand of her shiny brown hair behind her ear. "You do, too."

---

As he talked to her, he couldn't help be reminded of the moment in ninth grade when they'd been assigned to read Romeo and Juliet. She'd read the part of Juliet with, thinking back, the appropriate amount of awe and innocence. Matt Seaver had read the part of Romeo with vim and aplomb and had seemed downright cocky to Jason at the time. Then there was that one day that Matt had been out sick and Mrs. Carver had chosen Jason to replace him during the reading. That might have been the best day of his freshman year. 

"Where are you living now?" he asked the now mature Juliet, with her impossibly shiny hair. 

"Oh, I live in the city. Ninety-Sixth Street."

"Really? I just got a place in Hoboken. So, not close really, but not impossibly far, either. I write tech reviews for a computer magazine and I've got an office in Midtown where I get to go every day to play with gadgets."

"Sounds fun," she said. She smiled. God, she had a great smile. "I'm an editor at a children's book publisher. Our offices are also in midtown. Not so far apart."

"No. It's funny that we never ran into each other."

"I suppose," she said. She took a sip of her martini. He envied the rim of the glass. "Then again, there are a thousand people who work just in my building. It's easy to get lost in the crowd."

"Funny how things turn out, eh? I remember you were always a big reader. Figures that you wound up in publishing."

"Yeah, I suppose it does."

Not wanting the conversation to end, he added, "We were in Ms. Pratt's English class together senior year, remember? She adored you. I bet she'd be tickled to learn that you're an editor now."

She laughed. "She thought you were a mess, as I recall."

"Yeah, well. She might be horrified that I walked into a profession that requires me to write in exchange for money."

---

They talked and laughed easily over drinks at the bar. He kept bringing up things he remembered that they'd both participated in. The field trip to Boston sophomore year, the teachers they'd had in common, the music they'd listened to. Had talking to him always been this easy? She doubted it. She supposed things were different when you were an adult. 

She shook her head. "It's so great to talk to you now. Why weren't we better friends in high school?"

"Don't know," he said. 

"Well, I guess I do. I had a terrible crush on you."

He grinned. "Really," he said. "That's funny. I had a terrible crush on you, too."

She felt her stomach flutter like she hadn't felt in probably ten years. "You didn't," she said. 

"Oh, sure I did. Want to hear something stupid? That tape of yours I borrowed, I didn't lose it. I kept it and wore it out listening to it because it was yours."

She laughed. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you ever ask me out?"

"I don't know. You seemed a little out of my league."

"I was out of your league?" 

He shrugged. "You were beautiful and so much smarter than I was."

"You were the class president! You were far more popular than I was."

"Just goes to show how ridiculous high school was, I guess," he said. 

---

God, it was astonishing to think about all the lost time. She'd had a crush on him? All that time he spent looking at the back of her head in class. The time he spent wondering what it might be like to get his hands on those breast of hers. The time he spent jerking off at night while thinking of her. One of his most prominent adolescent fantasies, all grown up with a fantastic body—large breasts, curvy hips, and legs that went on forever—standing here now telling him she'd wanted him just as much as he'd wanted her back then. 

He glanced around the room and saw Lisa Phelps making the rounds. He wondered if he could get away with what he wanted to do. He looked back at Sandra and felt the sigh escape his lips as she drained the rest of her martini. 

"Hey, listen," he said. "I've got to mingle a bit, play host, you know. But do you want to get out of here later? Get some coffee or something, keep talking."

She raised an eyebrow. "Is 'get some coffee' a euphemism for going back to your hotel room and fucking like wild animals?"

He could feel himself blushing. "No, but it could be."

She smiled slyly. "I'll think about it."

---

She watched him go around the room, clearly distracted now. It made her giddy to think he was distracted by her. He looked better than ever, she'd decided, in expensive-looking trousers and a blue oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He'd filled out a bit since high school, his shoulders broad but his waist narrow still. He smiled and shook hands and looked far more handsome than he ever had in high school, and he wanted her now, she could tell. She felt a thrill inside her every time he shot a glance her way, and she felt like she was privy to a secret only the two of them knew. And every time their eyes connected, she felt the electricity pass between them. 

And she could feel her own arousal, too, like a tickle. She remembered dancing with him at homecoming when they were sophomores, remembered feeling something akin to what she felt now when he'd taken her into his arms and joked around by dragging her around the floor in a ridiculous tango before settling into the dance properly, his sweaty hands on her waist and her own sweaty palms on his shoulders. Looking back on moments like that knowing that he'd wanted her gave her a secret thrill. 

It took nearly forty-five minutes for him to circle back to her, and by then, her other classmates, some of whom she'd talked to but most of whom she hadn't, had started to trickle out. 

"I can't stand it anymore," he said. "The coffee, by which I mean my hotel room, is three blocks from here. I beg you to save me from the evil clutches of Lisa Phelps, who will drive me to an early grave if I have to listen to her for much longer."

Sandra laughed. "I'm so ready to leave. Lead the way."

---

He was already hard when they left the restaurant. She had a way about her now. In high school, she'd been nice, pretty, but now she seemed like pure sex bomb. When she crossed the street ahead of him, he held back just to watch the way her hips swayed as she walked. He couldn't wait to get his hands on those hips, to get his hands everywhere, to sink into her like he'd been imagining since he was fourteen years old. 

He jogged up to keep pace with her once they were on the other side of the street. "This is me," he said before grabbing her hand and pulling her through the glass doors at the hotel's entrance. 

When they were on the elevator, he put a tentative hand on her waist and pulled her close to him so that their hips were touching. He resisted the temptation to grind what was now his very hard cock against her, lest he scare her off during the early stages of seduction, but on the other hand, she seemed to be aware of exactly what she was getting herself into. 

When the elevator doors opened, he took her hand again and led her down the hall. He fished his room key out of his pocket and opened the door, motioning for her to go in ahead of him.

"Can I say," she said to him as she walked in and put her purse on an endtable, "that I had enough time alone at the bar tonight to consider that this is probably going to be a hell of a lot better than it would have been if we'd hooked up in high school."

"Oh, God, yes," he said. 

---

She walked over to the bed and sat down. He loosened his tie and started to pull it off without looking at her. She toed off her shoes and leaned back on her palms. "I've learned a few tricks since high school."

"Me too," he said. "I have to admit that I'm feeling a little weird about this, though." When she grimaced, he said, "Not about doing it. I want to have sex with you more than I want to do anything else, but it's a little hard to wrap my head around this."

She smiled. She could see that he was already aroused, that his cock was tenting his pants. She held up her hand and curled a finger towards herself, motioning for him to come hither. When he hesitated, she undid a couple of buttons on her blouse, opening it enough so that he could see the edges of the lacy black bra she had on underneath. 

He groaned and walked towards her. 

"I couldn't help but notice that you've got an interesting problem here," she said, reaching for his belt. "Tell me something, Jason. Did you think about me sexually when we were in high school."

"Oh, yeah," he said. He breathed raggedly as she undid the button on his pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. "I was a teenaged boy. I thought about sex pretty much constantly." When she reached into his pants and ran her fingers over his erection, he sighed and said, "I'd get a boner sitting behind you in class."

"Like this?" she asked, letting his pants fall and then leaning over to kiss his cock through his underwear. 

"Yeah, something like this."

"Did you ever imagine me giving you a blow job?"

"Often."

She smiled and pulled his briefs down, letting his cock spring free. It stood at attention mere centimeters from her mouth. She kissed the tip of it. 

"It's like torture, what you're doing," he said. 

"I'm just getting started," she said, feeling suddenly exhilarated. Here was Jason Klein, her oldest crush, now at her mercy. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his very impressive cock then lowered her mouth to him, kissing the head of his penis again before taking the whole thing into her mouth. 

---

He groaned as he felt his cock slide into her mouth. Watching her pretty lips glide over his penis was about the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. The actual feeling of it, of her kneeling before him and sucking on his cock, far exceeded expectations. She was right, doing this now, after they'd had some experience, was far better than it would have been in high school. She'd have been doing this awkwardly, he would have come too early, and there probably would have been a lot of embarrassment. Now she sucked cock like an expert, knowing the right rhythm to stroke him, how hard to suck, how to avoid scraping her teeth over the wrong places. 

It was with great sadness that he had to ease her off him. Not only were his knees about to go out, but there were other things he wanted to do to her. "I don't want to come yet," he told her as he helped her to her feet. 

The first thing he did was get the rest of the buttons on her blouse open, then he pulled the blouse right off of her and tossed it on the floor. And there were those spectacular breasts. She'd been an early developer as a teenager, and these very breasts had been the topic of much locker room conversation, and now they were all his. He buried his face in the valley between them, inhaling her scent, which was something like licorice and sweat. He adored it and put his hands on those breasts, squeezing and kneading until she moaned and twisted her fingers into his hair, pulling his face closer to her. He reached around and undid her bra then took a nipple into his mouth as soon as her breasts were free. He feasted on one while he tweaked the other with his fingers and was delighted when her hips started to pump involuntarily and she dragged him over to the bed. 

He made quick work of her skirt and tossed that on the floor, too, leaving her in only a pair of barely-there black lace panties. He slid his hands over her mound and was delighted to find that she was so wet she'd soaked through the panties. Then he leaned over and kissed her. 

She was a hell of a kisser, he thought, and wondered why he hadn't gotten around to kissing her earlier. She tasted vaguely of vodka, but her lips were smooth and warm and she pulled him close and unbuttoned his shirt, the only remaining item of clothing on his body. When the shirt was off, she pushed him down on the bed and started kissing his chest. 

---

He tasted salty, she decided, and of sweat and arousal. His body was something else, thin but muscular, and he had strong arms and big hands and a spectacular cock that she felt poking at her stomach as she kissed and licked his chest. 

She grabbed his cock and stroked it, then moved down the bed so that she could touch her breasts with it, first letting the head touch each of her nipples, then squeezing her breasts around it. He sighed when she moved up and down a little then licked the pre-cum off the tip. 

"I want you so badly," he said huskily. "Come back here."

She crawled up his body and kissed his lips, pushing them open with her tongue and then getting her tongue tangled with his. His fingers got lost in her hair as he held her there. She straddled his hips and felt his hard cock poking at her through her panties, like it was trying to find its way home. 

The need to have him inside her was acute. She took off her panties then resumed straddling him. His cock slid against her wet pussy and she hesitated to push too hard because the teasing was so delicious, but she finally couldn't take it any more. She grabbed his cock with her right hand and stroked it to make sure it was still hard, then guided it into her. She sank down on his hips until he was all the way buried, then she began to rock. 

---

She was so tight and warm, better than all of his adolescent fantasies. She rode him for all she was worth, too, her breasts bobbing as she moved her hips. He slid his hands up her sides then cupped her breasts. She raised her arms over her head to give him better access to those marvelous breasts, and he dutifully squeezed them in both hands, then squeezed her nipples, which got an appreciative moan out of her. Then she took one of his hands in her own and guided it down to her clit, which he then stroked while she rode his cock. 

She started moving faster, then sighed and whimpered then fell forward onto his chest. She propped herself up on her elbows and kissed him hard, groaning and grinding as his hands roamed over her round ass, gently sliding into the crack and a little further south. 

"God, Jason," she sighed. 

He decided to take over and rolled them over so that he was on top. He stayed inside her then got his own rhythm going. 

---

Being under his body was almost too much. He looked down at her and his eyes were hazy with arousal and desire. He pumped in and out of her fast, and she felt the orgasm building even before he reached between them and put his thumb back on her clit. As soon as he touched her there, the orgasm swept through her and she nearly screamed as she arched her back and dug her nails into his shoulders. And still he pounded into her relentlessly, saying her name then picking up the pace. Her second orgasm was not far behind. 

---

Her coming again was intense. He felt her body convulse around his dick and then felt the pressure building. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again while pistoning his hips. A few more times in and out and he felt himself erupt, coming spectacularly as jet after jet shot out of him. 




Reunion



He collapsed on top of her when he was done and kissed her face repeatedly. 

---

Even under the weight of his body, she felt blissful. She sighed and said his name. He propped himself up on one elbow and smiled down at her. 

"I don't know what's going to happen," she said, "but I've got tonight to remember you by at least. And, let me tell you, it's a far better memory than all that pining I did for you in high school."

"That's for sure," he said.