0 comments/ 8116 views/ 1 favorites Still By: KeKaneAnoi All it took was one time. Just the one, brief mention of being with you. I have been filled with pleasure at the thought ever since! And, Still.. My insides are hot and heavy. I feel the weight of my arousal deep within me. The heat starts deep within my center and flows south, directly towards the one point that both causes and relieves my passion and desires. That heat floods my tunnel with juices, creamy and smooth. I feel them flowing, feel the heat, the wet. I hear the pulsing of my blood as it rushes down to create more heat. I shudder with the convulsing of the walls of my tunnel, pushing my juices towards the opening. I squeeze my muscles, trying to stop it. It doesn't work as it should, it makes me convulse even more! Still...I long for you, yearn for the feel of your length buried deep within me, feeling me convulse around you. I dream of the feel of your thick, wet tongue on my clit, the heat of your mouth as it sucks and nibbles the now hardened bulb my clit has become. Your tongue dipping into me and tasting my juices, your mouth sucking them out. Still...As I close my eyes, I see you before me, that magnificent hard cock standing, pointing at my mouth. As I lick it slowly, you moan. I lick up and down the length, suck the balls, and lick again. I reach the head, open my mouth. I'm salivating! Taking your cock into my mouth I close my lips and create a tight suction. Now I slowly pull your cock into my mouth, sucking it in till the head bumps my throat. Then I back off just as smoothly. A few sucks later and I place one hand near the base, pulling the skin taut towards your body. I use my hand to stroke you as my tongue caresses the head. Then my hand stops against the base, pulling your skin tight and I use my mouth and throat to stroke you. And then, I use both my hand, and my mouth and throat, smoothly pulling you in deeply and releasing you. I rotate each of these motions, milking you, coaxing your cock to release it's treasure and fill me with it. I feel your cock pulse and grow as you approach the edge of that cliff. My throat opens to take your head in deeper, my hand continues to stroke you as does my mouth. I place my other hand on your balls and massage them, gently tug and pull and massage again. I feel your hand on my head, your fingers in my hair, weaving in deeply, wrapping tightly. Your groans encourage me. I moan onto you, begging you to release that treasure I covet so deeply within me, telling you I want it, I need it. Suddenly, you pulse and convulse as you finally explode, shooting down my throat and into my belly, all but shouting your pleasure! As I swallow my prize, I feel you coat my throat again. Swallowing again my mouth is flooded with yet another explosion. I continue to suck and swallow and soon there is no more...Still, I continue to suck you. Still...I need more, I crave it! I need to feel you grow again. I'm still hot, wet and craving the fullness of you between my butterfly lips. I long to feel you on top of me. I desire to have you pump into me, strong, fast, hard. My mind creates the scene. You bump against my clit each time. Your strokes fill me, then leave me empty as you teasingly pull out all the way. You repeat this exquisite torture for mere minutes. What feels an eternity later, I'm on the verge of my first climax. You slow your strokes, rub my clit with your thumb and send me over the edge. I fall into pleasure! I'm moaning, gasping as I writhe against you! My walls convulsing and pulling you into me. As I float from that high, you pull out and turn me onto my knees. Still...When you enter me I gasp! So hard, so thick, your cock fills me, stretching me. I squeeze you, pulling you in deeper still. We both moan. Soon you're pumping hard and fast, your balls kissing my clit on each stroke. You run your hands over me, my back, my sides, my ass. I feel one hand leave me, and come back with a sharp slap on my ass. I jump, moan in ecstasy. You've found a hidden pleasure, one even I never knew existed! Those slaps arouse me, moisten my already soaked tunnel, bring me closer to the edge of my next orgasm. Well timed with each stroke, well aimed at a sensitive spot, they push me off the cliff and again I fall into that abyss of ultimate pleasure. The walls of my tunnel clench you, convulsing; my moans grow louder, my breaths are short and quick. You feel me squeezing you, milking you towards release. Your balls fill with heated liquid, my treasure, ready to explode deep within me and coat me with your seed. While I'm still pulsing, clenching, you pump me faster, harder, keeping me lost in that abyss as you prepare to join me. I feel your cock widen, harden, stretch me as it fills with my prize, the treasure I desire. The heat of your explosion, combined with my own heated juices, soon has me crying out your name as I dive deeper into that pleasure-filled abyss! As you explode into me, you shout out in pleasure, grabbing my hips, holding us together as you shoot stream after stream of my coveted treasure deeply into me. We slowly float back to reality, you unplug yourself from me and we lay together on a bed, wrapped around each other. We breathe in the combined scent of our sex, we kiss, we float, and all too soon, we sleep. This is my fantasy, my dream, my craving, my need. Still. Still...24 hours just isn't enough! But it's all I ask. 24 hours, alone with you, to pleasure you, taste you, feel you...to love you! I do love you...STILL. Still This is a short story I wrote when I watched a short silent movie on a TV channel. There was no dialogue in the movie so I was challenged to convey their stories in words. I added a little twist here and there: the feeling description, the past memories and the interpretation of the silent scenes. This is merely a little exercise to my narrative writing skill, and I hope any of you who have read my early works would be kind enough to leave some comments or criticisms as I need them to improve continuously. --- The wind blew the white curtains softly, waving them into the room and caressed her face ever so gently. She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes was fixed at nowhere. A lot of things were on her mind and she could hardly focus on any of them. It was as if her whole life was flashing in front of her eyes but she had no power over it. She could only watch without being able to either stop or pause the silent torturing movie. Far from the reality she drifted away, further and further until she felt as if she was floating outside the bubble and out of her own body. But still, she could hear when slow steps knocking the wooden floor at the hall and her brain worked its wonders. She slipped her feet into the blanket and put her head onto the pillow. Her breaths were so steady that anyone would think she'd fallen asleep hours ago. She listened as the steps were getting closer. She heard the door open and she held her breath. Her eyes were wide open and lifeless. She waited. The man entered the room. He was a good looking man with eyeglasses and dark suit. He looked like a very decent gentleman who would've made a perfect husband and a succesful businessman. He paused at the door, a bit shocked when he saw the shadowing figure asleep on the bed. He didn't expect her to be there. He thought she would still be at her work, late as usual. But he pulled himself quite well and he realized that her presence wouldn't change anything. He continued his steps and ever so slowly, not wanting to wake her up, he put the suitcase on the bed. He opened it and for a slight second, he felt an urge of hesitation inside him. His eyes scanned the four corners of the empty suitcase and he blinked. The blink woke him up and threw him back to the reality. Nothing was going to change, his decision was final. It was all too late to go back. If he decided to try again, it would all be the same again. Same as it never was. He turned around and took his clothes from the drawers. He didn't even bother to see what he was packing. He just kept taking everything. His shirts, his trousers, his socks, his ties, everything. He was determined to take away everything with him. Maybe not everything. Maybe only things that were still belonged to him. Soon he realized the suitcase was no longer empty. He had thrown in quite many clothes. Perhaps too many. The sight of the messy packed clothes seemed so final. It stated what he was throwing away and what he was sacrificing. Nevertheless, it also promised what he could have in his future. Holding on to the thin string of hope of a better life, he closed the suitcase and pulled the zipper around it. When he went to close the drawers, he saw the a photograph lying in the drawer, put neatly under his clothes. It was taken when they celebrated their first wedding anniversary. A glass of wine was in their hands and there she was, laughing so brightly. He could see his own eyes in the picture, showering her with love and admiration. He remembered his feelings at that time. He felt very blessed to be married to the woman beside her and he felt that he could go through anything for her. The man sighed, and put the photograph back. He felt like the photograph was her last attempt to change his mind, but he knew better. He turned around to take his suitcase and left before she woke up and threatened his own determination to leave. His eyes then met her body. He could hear her calm and steady breaths while he watched the side of her stomach rising and falling gently under the covers. The curve he knew so well along these past fourteen years. The body that had swayed with his every night, sharing everything from stories of the past to promise of the future. On this very bed, he bore his soul and shared his dreams. On this bed, he cried and laughed. Teased playfully and held lovingly. With the feminine body before him once he immersed himself so deeply that he felt he wouldn't be able to live without her. He watched her sleeping and exhaled slowly. The old memories from the past years came back, too fast and too strong, and he could almost felt them on his skin. He sat on the edge of the bed, took off his eyeglasses and put his hands on his forehead. He could smell her distinct perfume, but it was the smell of her body that lulled him into sleep. It was the scent he had gotten so used to, the sweet toxicating scent that had always been able to drift him into a peaceful sleep. He didn't know why he didn't just leave at that time. Maybe he was waiting for something to come. Maybe he was waiting for nothing to come. There was not much difference left. So, he waited. The little boy came into the room and stood in silence at the door, watching the man and the woman asleep. He was around nine and he was wearing his pajamas. In his hand was his old teddy bear, worn from years of hugging and tugging. He watched the couple asleep with eyes wide open. Eyes filled with nothing but questions and inquiries of explanations. Suddenly, as if he sensed the boy's presence, the man lifted his head up and their eyes met. There was no hint of sleepiness in both of their eyes. There were only questions and answers. Two men of different generations exchanging explanations, the one that couldn't be conveyed properly with words as words would only wash away the importance of it. So they stared at each other, one asking why and one answering because. One inquiring where and one implying place. One wondering of when and one telling stories of time. One reluctantly wanting to leave the other and one reluctantly wanting to tie down the other. One begging for forgiveness and one offering endless love. The boy walked closer, approached the man and without any words, he handed him his ragged teddy bear. The man looked surprised at first but the little boy could see how his face turned from surprise to grief. He stared deeply to the boy's eyes and his eyes were glistening with crystal buds of tears. He then rose to his feet and in a quick embrace, he took the little boy into his arms and held him tight as if he would never let him go forever. The feelings between them were so intense that none of them could speak out a word. After a minute that felt like eternity, their lungs suffocated for air and they let go of each other. The man took his eyeglasses, touched the little boy's cheek as if he was saying the very last goodbye and reached for his suitcase on the bed. With much sadness but less hesitation, he walked towards the door but paused for a moment to take the last glance of his son. His little boy. A part of himself that he used to cradle in his arms and hold upon his shoulder. He felt that he was leaving not only a part of himself but his whole heart. He could barely breathe but he knew this must be done. So with profound emotions obviously drawn on his face, he finally walked out of the room. Out of their lives forever. The little boy still locked his feet onto the ground, unable to move even if he wanted to. The shadow of his father towering at the doorway, blocking the dim light from the hall, was sculptured inside his head and he was like experiencing a fake feeling. It was like people who could still feel their legs after they were amputated. He kept staring at the door, millions of thoughts raced through his mind. Where was he going? Would he be happy? Would he still remember him? Would they meet again? He felt he could still see his father smiling at him for the last time, even after he was already gone for ten minutes now. He silently stood there in darkness. He just waited. It was his mother's steady breaths that finally woke him up. He could see the door clearly and the dim light from the hall made sense to him now. His old man was gone. And now she was the only one he had. The little boy then climbed up into the bed, sneaking his body under the covers beside his mother's. The warmth filled up his body and he felt safe. He could smell his mother's body scent and he could smell his father's. He distinctly recalled the moments he slept between both of them with their hands holding each other, resting on his stomach. He would lie still and sleep peacefully between them, feeling their hands everytime he took a breath. He never knew anyone could feel that safe in their lives. The boy drew his body closer to his mother's and circled his hands around her waist. Now he was trying to relive the memory by watching his hand rising and falling steadily above the side of his mother's stomach. Her back faced him and he suddenly felt very safe, just like when he used to sleep together with both of his parents. Not very long, as it always was, he went into deep sleep. Worries left his mind already and he felt home. He didn't realize that his hand wasn't rising and falling so steady anymore. He didn't realize that his mother's breaths were shorter and he was already so soundly asleep when they stopped. The rest of the photographs were lying on the floor messily just beside the bed. Her hand hung powerlessly and inside her now open fist were few pills left. The rest were scattered along with the photographs. The bottle was open and it was empty. There was not quite many left, perhaps only one-fifth of the whole bottle. Her eyes were wide open and a trail of dried tear ran through the corner of her eyes. She still waited. Still a Virgin? My eighteenth birthday was on July 2nd, and on July 3rd my mother "suggested" I get a job. I wasn't particularly surprised as she was always about the money. She worked long hours as a nurse and always told me the most important thing she could teach me was to support myself. She wasn't married to my father, so he apparently didn't feel much responsibility for her since he left as soon as he found out I was on the way. It had been her and I and a long string of uncles my entire life. I got out early the next day and managed to hit a half a dozen businesses by lunch time. I wasn't having much luck, but I decided to stop in at a handy pizza joint for a bite to celebrate the effort anyway. I'd never been there before, but I felt right at home. Both the waitresses could have been my sisters. They were about my age and built just like me. I'm told I am curvy and I hope it looks as good on me as it did on them. Thirty-four D, with an almost to tiny waist at 28, and 36 at the hips. I'm 5'6" and weight about 115 because I work out a lot. They seemed about the same. The only noticeable difference was that one of them was a brunette and the other a blond. It was an interesting contrast to my long auburn curls. I was the only female customer, and the blond who I found out was named Pamela was a real "Chatty Cathy". When she waited on me we fell very naturally into conversation. My name is Dorinda by the way. My friends call me Ren. After a while the other girl, whose name is Maggie came over and when they found out I was out looking for a job they suggested I apply there. They said they knew the manager, Trevor, would hire me because I was just his type. They said he was a little "handsy", but otherwise harmless. I was used to that with all my mom's boyfriends coming and going. If any of them had their way I would not have made it to my eighteenth birthday with my virginity intact. I spent most of the afternoon at the restaurant, and decided I really liked it there. I was still there chatting and helping out when the manager came in to count the till and get ready for the evening shift. Pam and Maggie had made him out to be a real old pervert, but I didn't get that impression at all. He was about forty, sure, but he wasn't real wrinkly and he was nice and tall, at least six feet, so the extra weight didn't make him look fat, just big. He didn't have a lot of hair, but I wouldn't call him bald, and he had a friendly smile. Plus, he seemed genuinely friendly, at least to me. He took my hand in both of his hands and looked into my eyes when he shook my hand and introduced himself. Ok, after introducing himself he did look down my blouse, but most guys do that first, so I took that as a good sign. I don't know if it was what he saw in my blouse, or my skirt which was almost as short as the short-shorts that Pam and Maggie were wearing for a uniform, but I had barely said I needed a job when he suggested we tour the kitchen. The other girls stayed behind working and Trevor pulled me behind the kitchen to start the tour. Other than having Trevor look me over rather lecherously, the tour was uneventful, so I decided the other girls had been over reacting to Trevor and I accepted the job when he offered it. He said I would work the day shift with Pam and Maggie because the lunch crowd which was mostly men would appreciate a complete set. I was nervous for a minute since I understood the clients would be fantasizing about having sex with the three of us, but Trevor told me he had a strict rule that "his girls" weren't allowed to date the customers, so I relaxed and looked forward to starting work. On Monday I slipped on my short-shorts and halter top which Trevor had given me as a uniform, and went off to start my first job. Trevor greeted me and everything just seemed natural very quickly. He seemed to take great care to teach me the ins and outs of waitressing. The other girls laughed at me because they said he was just trying to get into my pants, but it didn't feel that way to me. Perhaps because I didn't have a father, or maybe because it was my first job and I didn't know any other bosses, but it just felt kind and helpful to me. We became friends and we talked a lot. He would tell me how lonely he had been since his wife had left him for working to much, and I shared how lonely I was with my mother working all the time. After a while we were spending all our free time at work together. One day in the fall he asked me if I would like to go to a movie with him. It was rated "R" and having only been eighteen for a few months I had never been to an "R" rated movie before, so I jumped at the chance. He bought us popcorn and drinks and we sat on the back row all alone. I guess I was really naive, but I didn't realize it was a proper date until he put his arm around my shoulders. At once I went over whether I had led him on with my mini skirt and tight, low cut blouse, but I knew I had wanted him to make a move. I really was attracted to him and thought a lot about what it would be like to have him touching me. I would occasionally see my mom with her boyfriends and she looked so happy. I wondered what it would be like for a man to touch my ass or squeeze my breasts, even put his hand between my legs. To my mom's credit though, if she even had a hint one of her boyfriends was paying to much attention to her under-aged daughter she dropped them instantly. I always knew I was more important than the men. When I managed to process all these thoughts, I just looked up at Trevor and smiled. I knew I wanted what he was offering. What I wasn't expecting was the nature of the movie. It was an action flick. I was expecting violence. So, when the leading lady was suddenly rolling around naked in a bed with a strange man I was not prepared. I had never before seen two people actually doing it before, and even with their lower halves covered with a sheet, they way he was grinding his body into her let you know what they were doing. It was as if someone had flipped a switch to turn the heat on in my crotch. I guess I started to squirm because Trevor turned and looked at me with a smile that I had never seen before. He slid his right hand from my shoulder to the back of my head and turned my face up to his. As he informed me he was going to kiss me he slid his left hand onto my knee and slid it halfway up my leg. Then he covered my mouth with his and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I don't know if I would have pulled away, but he didn't really give me the opportunity as his hand on the back of my head was pushing me into him as much as he was pressing into me. I was so mesmerized by the power he was exerting over me that when he leaned down and whispered, "spread for me". I didn't question, I just parted my legs and tried to keep my breathing under control. That was more difficult than it sounds however, because it was then that he really got going. He slid his hand the rest of the way up my leg and under my skirt. Then he rubbed the crotch of my panties as he kissed me again. His smile made me feel like I was doing something very wrong, but when I whispered we had gone far enough he just said, "sshhhhh, you don't want anyone to see you". Then he took his hand away from my crotch and lifted my skirt up to my waist. I was in shock, but then he reached up and began unbuttoning my blouse. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak, I just sat there. Allowing him to do whatever he wanted to me. It was as if my body and my mind weren't connected. My body wanted everything he was doing and more, but in my mind I was screaming, "Nooo, not here! Not like this!" As soon as he undid my buttons he unfastened my bra and my breasts practically exploded into his hands. And he wasn't gentle. He started squeezing... hard, first one and then the other. And if that wasn't bad enough he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "God you are hot. You are the best piece of ass I have ever had my hands on. These tits are amazing, and that pussy is like none other. I can't wait to fuck you." I panicked for a moment thinking he was going to do it right then and there so I managed to moan, "no please, I've never done it before." He smiled lecherously, "don't worry, I want you in my bed for that". I forced myself to relax for a second, but it didn't last as he leaned down and started to lick my breasts. As he did that his hand went back to my crotch and began to explore me. It was as if my brain had overloaded. As he was licking and sucking on my tits he began to pull on my panties. Then he whispered in my ear, "lift your ass", and I did. He pulled my panties down to my knees with one hand and I felt the cool air on my pussy. I let out a little whimper and he chuckled as his hand went back up the inside of my thighs seeking my womanhood. As I was adjusting to the exposure, he got more aggressive on my tits. He began to bite the nipples and with his free hand he squeezed and twisted the nipples. It was a mixture of fear and excitement that had me so wet I was actually embarrassed more when he found his target. My virgin pussy. He didn't hesitate. In one move he shoved his huge middle finger into me. I couldn't stop the moan that came from deep within and again he chuckled. Without even looking up at me he growled, "that's my good little bitch. Beg for it." I didn't respond in words, but my hips began to grind against his hand. I didn't even know what was happening when I began to shudder from inside. The actual explosion of orgasm caught me by surprise and I groaned deeply as I grabbed his hand and held him inside of me. I am sure others heard us at that point, but he seemed not to care. He simply sat up and smiled at me. "OK baby, it's your turn," he said. I wasn't sure what he meant, but he was pushing me out of my chair. "Come on baby. Slide onto your knees. I am about to explode here. I need those luscious lips," he commanded. Then I got it. He was telling me to give him oral sex. I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want to, but he had made me cum, and in my confused state it seemed only fair. So I slid down to my knees and half crawled around in front of him. Trevor stood slightly to let me into place, and when he lowered back to his seat it was a really tight fit. I felt like I was tied up. He was already unfastening his pants by the time I adjusted to the position and when I looked up at him he had his cock in hand and immediately rubbed it on my face. Apparently I was to slow, because he grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed my face onto his cock. "That's it bitch, suck!," he ordered. I opened my mouth and was immediately full of cock. I didn't so much suck him as he fucked my face. He shoved it in as deep as it would go then he took my hand and wrapped it around the part that wouldn't fit. It was so big. I remember wondering if they were all this big or it was just him. I couldn't get my hand all the way around it and only half of it fit in my mouth. But I didn't have much time to wonder as he began to pump it into me over and over. He seemed to emphasize the motion by groaning at me. "Suck it Bitch! Take that cock! Oh god you dirty slut, that is so good," he moaned. And then he did explode. He shot cum directly into my mouth. I had heard of it, but it was so uncontrolled, and there was so much of it. It just kept coming. And he was holding my face against him so it had no where to go. I had to swallow it. It was disgusting. But somehow erotic. I didn't know what to think. I felt dirty and used by this man I cared about and I thought cared about me. What should I do. Then he relaxed and let me go. He reached down under my arms and pulled me up onto him. "That was incredible," he whispered in my ear as he held me close. I was confused. He didn't seem to think he had done anything wrong. He was my special friend again. "You are so fabulous," he went on. "I can't believe I have a girlfriend like you." Girlfriend? I thought. He thinks of me as his girlfriend. Maybe I am overreacting. Maybe this is how it is supposed to be. As I was trying to figure out what had happened, he gently reached down and pulled up my panties. Then he lowered my skirt and leaned me back. He gently kissed each of my nipples before he fastened by bra and began to button up my blouse. Slowly and gently he cleaned me up and made me ready to leave the theater. When we left, I saw several men looking at me and smiling knowingly, but Trevor didn't seem to care, so I just followed him with my head down. I still didn't know what to think, but there was an excitement about the night and now that I had a boyfriend, I was sure I would have time to figure it out. Still a Virgin? "You're still a what!" Sue asked with a puzzled look on her face. "You heard me," replied Linda with a smile. "I'm still a virgin." "You're telling me at twenty two you haven't been fucked yet. Bullshit." "I never said I haven't been fucked, I said I'm still a virgin," smirked Linda. "You got me confused girl, explain." "Tell you what, since you're my best friend, how about I show you." Linda said in a nonchalant manner. "Now?" Sue replied. "No, but later tonight," Linda said. "Well, I guess I can wait that long. But I still don't follow you," Sue said with a very confused look on her face. "Besides, I thought you had a date tonight." "I do, but you'll be hiding in the closet watching us." "What! Oh you nasty bitch. What do you have planned for this guy?" Sue said smiling with an evil grin. "You'll see." Later that evening when the doorbell rang Sue rushed into the bedroom and went in the closet. She adjusted the slates on the closet door so she had a good view of the bedroom. She got comfortable and waited for "the show" to begin. "Hi Frank, come on in," Linda said in a cheerful voice. "Nice to see you again, you ready to head out?" Frank asked as he eyed Linda. Linda moved closer and gave Frank a kiss. In a rather sexy voice she whispered, "I thought we'd stay in this evening and maybe get comfortable." Frank couldn't help notice just how short Linda's skirt was and how it definitely showed off her cute little ass. Not to mention how perky her tits were in that tight fitting blouse. He took a deep breath and said, "Sure thing, sounds good to me." "Can I fix you a drink?" Linda said moving toward the kitchen. "Sure, Jack Daniels if you got it." "Can do. Make yourself at home, I'll be right back," Linda said as she went into the kitchen. Frank sat down on the couch and glanced around the living room. He wondered what was in store for him this fine evening. They had been dating for several months and he thought Linda was a very hot looking lady. She was fun, smart, and sexy. Frank could only imagine what she'd be like in the sack. When Linda returned with his drink he noticed she had unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. When she bent over to set his drink on the table he could see down her blouse to her belly button. "Whooo, what a set of knockers," he thought to himself. "I'd love to titty fuck those puppies." Linda sat down next to Frank and placed her hand on his leg. She leaned in and said, "You look nice this evening. I'm glad we could get together." "Thanks, you definitely are looking good," Frank said moving a little closer to her. She leaned over and they started to kiss. Her hand rubbed his leg as she pressed her lips to his. He in turn moved his hand to her stomach and slowly moved up toward her breast. As he moved his hand to cup her breast she moaned and moved her body closer to his. She loved how her breast fit so neatly in his strong hand. He knew just how to massage her tits to get her nipples hard. Her hand moved up his leg and rested on his crotch. She could feel his dick move under his clothing as she started rubbing back and forth across his pants. He moved slightly allowing her hand to have a better angle to stroke his prick through the material. Frank began to free her remaining buttons. As he moved her blouse Frank could feel her large, round tits under the lacy bra. He continued to rub and squeeze her tits and he kissed her lips. Nancy moaned again and eased her tongue into his waiting mouth. He slipped his hand down the top of her bra and took her tit into his hand where he gently moved his fingers over her erect nipple. "Oh baby, that's so nice," she almost purred. They continued to French kiss while Frank fondled her. Nancy felt Frank's erect cock as she continued to rub his crotch. She slowly tugged at his belt as she whispered in his ear, "Help me get these pants down." Frank removed his hand from around her tit and stood up from the couch. He undid his belt and pants. He then slid his pants and underwear down to his knees and sat back down on the couch. In this position his cock was standing tall. Nancy began to stroke Frank's cock and rubbed his balls until he started to moan. "Oh yeah, that feels so good," Frank whispered. Nancy moved her head closer to his prick. He smelled musky. She always found that smell to be so sexy. She stuck her tongue out and flicked it on the tip of his cock. She laughed to herself as his dick flinched each time she touched it. When she thought she had teased him enough, she moved her lips around the head of his dick. She slowly moved her lips down his shaft taking his cock deeper into her mouth. "Shit that feels so good," Frank said trying to catch his breath. As his dick touched the back of her mouth she moved her head letting his cock slide back out of her mouth. She gently blew air over his shaft causing it to jerk up and down. It was funny how his cock jumped whenever she blew air across it. She put his dick back into her mouth and moved her lips up and down his shaft. She varied the speed and smiled to herself as Frank began to arch his back so his dick moved toward her mouth. She knew how much she was turning him on at this moment. Linda stopped the blowjob and stood up from the couch. She took a step back and, with her hands on her hips, looked at Frank and still catching her breath said, "I like you a lot and I hate playing games. I think the time is right. What say we go into the bedroom and have some real fun." Frank caught his breath and nodded his head in agreement. "Uh, sure thing, fine with me," he said as he tried to pull his pants back up. He finally rose from the couch, gulped down his drink and followed her into the bedroom. He was no more in the room when Linda turned and threw her arms around his neck, planting a wet French kiss on his lips. He immediately responded by wrapping his arms around her slim waist and pulling her closer. "Hummm, you're a great kisser," she whispered in his ear. "You too," he replied as he let his hand slide down her back to her butt. He kissed her again as he gently squeezed her ass. He pulled her closer to his body pressing her firm tits against his chest. He could feel her erect nipples through her bra. "Damn she's so fucking sexy," he thought to himself. He could feel his dick starting to again rise as they continued to kiss. From her location in the closet all Sue could hear was heavy breathing coming from both Linda and Frank. She could see, however, Linda was having a positive effect on Frank's dick as the bulge in his pants was visible even from her location in the closet. Linda finally broke off the kiss and leaned toward his ear. As she licked his earlobe she said in a somewhat breathless sounding voice, "Frank, want to try something different?" At this point Frank was so worked up he would have tried anything with her. "Sure. What did you have in mind," he said as he continued to play with her ass and hold her close. With a shy tone to her voice she said, "I want you to put it in my backside." "Uh, backside?" he said. "You know, put it in my ass," she said. Sue almost choked when she heard Nancy's suggestion. She leaned closer to the closet door and anxiously awaited to hear Frank's response. It took Frank several seconds to say anything. He wanted to make sure he had heard her correctly. "Ah, have you done anal before?" he stammered. "Once, but I want to try it again if you do." Frank nodded his head and stepped back from Linda waiting on her next move. "Get your clothes off while I find some lube and a rubber," she said as she looked around the room. In her spot in the closet Sue shifted slightly so she could get a better look at Frank's cock. From her vantage point it looked huge. She couldn't believe he'd be able to stick it up Nancy's ass. Once Frank had removed his clothes Nancy moved toward him and knelt down in front of him. "Let's get that dick ready for action," she said smiling up at him. Although his cock was again erect, he moved toward her as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He laid his cock on her tongue and started to move his body so his dick moved in and out of her mouth. He could feel her tongue touching his balls as he moved his cock. It was a wild sensation he had never felt before. "Holy shit," he said between breaths. He gently placed his hand behind her head as he quickly moved his cock in and out of her mouth. She felt warm and wet as he pushed his dick repeatedly in and out of her. As he slowed, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. He could feel her sliding the rubber over his stiff shaft. She stood and handed him the lube and told him to use as much as possible. She turned and bent across the bed to dim the light. As she did it gave Frank a great view of her ass. "Don't move. That's the perfect position," Frank said as he moved behind her. "You have a great looking ass." He pulled her skirt up and laid it across her back. "Don't you want me to undress?" she asked. In a low sexy voice Frank responded, "No, I like it just the way you are right now." Frank knelt down so he was eye level with her ass. She was wearing pink panties. He could see a wet spot on them so he knew she was just as excited as him. He slowly slid her panties down over her firm butt. The crack of her ass came into view as he eased down her panties. He let them fall to her ankles. He leaned in and started to kiss and lick her round butt cheeks. She let out a small squeal as his tongue found that area of skin between her asshole and her pussy. He ran his tongue up over her asshole and followed the crack of her butt until his mouth reached the small of her back. As his tongue moved back down the crack of her ass, Nancy slid her hand down to her pussy. She began to rub her clit as Frank licked around her cute little asshole. "Ooooh yeah," Nancy said in an inaudible voice. When she began to wiggle her ass, Frank stood up and moved closer to her. He began rubbing his hard dick up and down her butt crack. "Reach back between your legs and rub my balls," he said. She moved her hand from her clit and rubbed his sack as he slid his dick up and down her crack. She could feel how hard his cock had become as it pushed across her butt cheeks. She felt the lube running down her butt crack. She flinched as his finger rubbed around her asshole and awaited his entry. She took a deep breath as he slowly rubbed his finger around her butt hole. He put his finger next to her opening and said, "Push your ass backwards against my finger." She tried to relax and moved her ass back against his wet finger. There was resistance at first but soon he felt his finger slide in her ass. When his finger had completely entered her butt he didn't move it at all. He waited for her to do the moving. "Damn, you are really tight," Frank said sounding like he was having trouble breathing. "How you doing?" Almost unable to speak, Nancy swallowed, took a deep breath and said, "Oh yeah, that's nice. " Frank started moving his finger back and forth inside her ass. She moved her butt side to side as he moved his finger. Her mind drifted as she let herself relax and enjoy the feeling his finger was creating. Before she could tell him how much she liked it she felt him insert a second finger. Across the room in the closet Sue was starting to squirm. "Damn it's getting warm in here," she thought. From her spot in the closet she could see by the look on Linda's face that she was enjoying getting her ass fingered. Sue wondered what it would feel like having Frank's fingers in her butt. As Frank continued pushing his fingers in and out of Nancy's ass he asked, "Where's my fingers?" "In my butt," she moaned. "And do you like my fingers in your ass?" he said. "Oh yeah," she moaned. When Nancy's legs started to shake Frank slowly removed his fingers. He placed his hand on her back and told her, "Spread your cheeks for me." She laid her head down on the bed as she raised her ass higher. She positioned her hands so she could spread her butt cheeks, exposing her tight little asshole. Frank took his dick in his hand. He adjusted the rubber, rubbed on some additional lube, and positioned the head of his cock so it pressed against her butthole. "Easy, slow," Nancy gasped as she felt his cock pressing against her. Frank eased his dick into her butt until he felt the head enter her. He stopped pushing and waited for her to relax. "You ok?" Frank asked. "Ooooh yeah," Nancy moaned. Frank eased his cock further into her ass. As he did he felt her move backwards to meet his dick. "Shit your ass is so tight," Frank muttered. He finally had all of his dick inside her ass. He didn't move as he wanted to get his emotions under control. The thought of his dick in her butt as well as the sensation of her tight ass around his cock was almost enough to make him cum. He took a deep breath and exhaled as he started to fuck her, slowly at first, then somewhat faster. "Oh fuck. Fuck. Ohhh, shit," she moaned as he began to move his dick faster and faster. "You like it fast?" Frank said in between his heavy breathing. "Oh God don't stop. Your cock feels so damn good!" Frank tightened his grip on her hips as he closed his eyes and tried to take in all the pleasure he was experiencing. "Oh yeah fuck me," Nancy said as she moved her ass backwards to meet his cock. Across the room in the closet Sue had her hand down her own pants and was fingering her pussy. Watching Nancy get ass fucked had gotten her excited, not to mention the three fingers she had inside her own wet snatch. She was afraid the pair would hear her as she neared climaxing. She moved her fingers in and out of her wet pussy and with her free hand she rubbed one of her tits. As she climaxed she placed her hand over her mouth and tried not to yell. She almost lost her balance as her legs felt weak from her orgasm. "Oh Frank, fuck me harder," sighed Nancy. "You like it in the ass?" Frank asked, knowing full well she did. "Oh yeah, I love it up my ass," she said as she smiled back at him. "I'm going cum soon. You ready?" Frank asked while trying to catch his breath. Nancy arched her back and pushed as hard as she could backwards into his cock. "Don't stop yet, I'm cumming," she moaned as she climaxed. Once she had reached orgasm Frank could no longer hold back. When he exploded in her ass she could feel the heat of his cum even through the rubber. He rammed her ass twice more before stopping. He slowly pulled his cock from her ass. "Holy fuckin' shit baby," Frank almost yelled as he staggered to the bed. As he sat down Frank removed the spent rubber and set it aside. Nancy turned and smiled as she moved to the edge of the bed next to him. "That was fuckin' fantastic!" Frank said breathlessly. Nancy started to say how much she enjoyed getting her ass fucked when Frank's cell phone started ringing. Looking annoyed Frank left the bed and found the phone in his pants pocket. "Hello? What? You got to be shitting me, now? Alright, alright, give me ten minutes." Frank threw the phone down on the bed and hurriedly started dressing. "I hate to leave after this, but there's an emergency at work. Can I call you later so we can set up another date?" "Sure, I understand," she said as she straightened her clothes. "Duty calls." As they reached the door he kissed her, patted her butt, and headed out toward the elevator. "Sorry about this. Thanks again for a great evening, see you soon." Nancy smiled as she closed the door. She could hear Sue coming in from the bedroom. "You slut! Ass fucked? I'm not sure that qualifies you as a virgin," Sue said laughing. Nancy smiled and, tilting her head backwards, said, "Hey, my pussy has never been fucked. So that officially makes me a virgin." "OK, I'll give it to give you this time," Sue said shaking her head. Nancy poured two drinks. Both girls settled down on the couch to critique Frank's performance. Sue wondered aloud if, next time Frank came over, she would be watching from the closet or joining in with them. Nancy only smiled and giggled.