0 comments/ 18485 views/ 2 favorites The Homecoming By: SpecialK Note to the reader: Anyone wanna come wake me up in the middle of the night like this? Ryan sighed contentedly as he silently shut the front door. It was good to be home. The business conference had finished up sooner than expected and he had caught the last flight home instead of the first flight the following morning. It meant sleeping the night at home with his wife instead of in a hotel room alone. Yes, it was so good to be home. He quietly crept up the stairs. Lisa would already be asleep. He turned on the hallway light and entered the bedroom soundlessly to avoid waking her. His feet making no noise on the plush carpeting. He dropped his bags quietly on the floor near the doorway. The light coming in the room from the hallway allowed Ryan to see his wife sprawled across their double bed, fast asleep. Ryan's heartbeat quickened. It was great to be home! It was a warm night and the only covers Lisa had on was a spaghetti strap nightie and a navy blue bedsheet. In fact, the bedsheet only served to cover her derriere, part of one leg and half of her back. She slept on her tummy with her left leg raised and bent at the knee. She clutched the bedsheet with her left arm and her right arm disappeared above her head and beneath the pillow. Her blonde hair fanned out in glorious disarray on and off the pillow. Just looking at it he could imagine how soft it would be to touch. Despite how tired and travel-weary Ryan was, the sight of his wife arose some lustful feelings in him. Yet she was contentedly oblivious to what a sexy sight she presented. Ryan undressed and headed towards the bed. He knelt on the floor, his knees sinking into the carpet. Taking a deep, relaxing breath he smelled Lisa's body wash, fabric softener and the natural smell of his sleepy wife. Mmmmn-mmmn it was good to be home! He reached over and began lightly stroking the side of his wife's foot. Lisa slept on unaware. Just the minor touch of his fingers to the sole of her foot pleased him. His touch wasn't meant to tickle, but he knew it probably did. After a few soft strokes, Lisa stirred and moved her foot away from his ticklish touch but continued to slumber. Next, Ryan began to stroke her ankle and gradually moved up to caress her calf. She was less ticklish here so she didn't even stir and Ryan continued to touch and stroke her skin to his content. He leaned in to inhale her skin, the sensual body wash and her own soft scent. His lips had a mind of their own as they began to kiss her left leg, both hands caressing along its length. She stirred now and turned to the other side, curling up the right leg and straightening out the left one that Ryan had focussed all his attention on. As she turned, the bedsheet had turned with her and now only part of her back and one rounded butt cheek remained concealed. The short nightie had ridden up and left her bottom bare. Ryan groaned softly in anticipation. Rather than moving his position now he began to kiss the back of her exposed knee. He was getting to the point where he wanted her to wake up, and kissing the ticklish spot at the back of her knee was a good start. He began with gentle kisses and his hands slowly crept up to caress her bottom. The skin was so soft here. His fingers thoroughly enjoyed the feel of the soft skin beneath his palms. His lips followed his hands and seductively kissed up the back of her thigh to the junction where her leg met her bottom. He licked slowly along the crevice there before trailing his tongue back down to the back of her knee. Ryan's hands massaged Lisa's butt and stroked along the crack, his thumbs slipping between and heading lower to where her thighs met. Lisa slowly began to stir now and languidly stretched out on her stomach. She turned slowly and looked down to discover the source of the fondling lips and hands. Upon seeing her hubby she smiled sleepily and turned onto her back to face him. "You're home early." She yawned. "I missed you." "I missed you too sweetheart. I caught an earlier plane so I could come home." Ryan said, encouraging her thighs apart so he could move between them. He lightly kissed her inner thighs, his thumbs stroking them. Lisa groaned.. His breath fell warmly on her skin and gave her goose-bumps of pleasure. His hands slid upwards, and his thumbs brushed back and forth against her blonde, downy triangle. Lisa reached down to run her fingers through Ryan's soft brown hair. Part of her wanted him closer, their bodies pressed together and his lips on hers. But the other part of her liked him right where he was. Ryan shimmied upwards and Lisa could feel his breath on her womanhood. He slid his hands beneath her bottom and encouraged her legs wider apart. Lisa gasped in anticipation. His tongue licked just at her slit, not prodding between yet but just along the line. With the next pass of his tongue Ryan slid in a bit further, getting a taste of her moist womanhood. By the third long lick Ryan was well between Lisa's lips. The taste of her wetness was familiar to him yet it had been too long. He was thirsty for her. His tongue twirled around her clit and downwards where he dipped into her opening. Ryan's hands massaged her buttocks, gripping them to move her even closer to his mouth and his probing tongue. He wiggled within her, his tongue seeking and leaving no spot untouched as far as his tongue could reach. Lisa moaned. Ryan's tongue moved upwards again, poking and prodding and licking at her sensitive skin. When Ryan sucked on her clit Lisa arched up from the bed and writhed. Next he slid a finger into her while he continued to suck and lick her love-button. It slid in so easily and was instantly enveloped by her wet warmth. Lisa gasped and gripped Ryan's hair with both hands. Her legs closed around his head. Ryan could feel her muscles clutching around his finger. He slipped in another alongside the first, sliding them rhythmically in and out. With the ministrations from Ryan's tongue and fingers, the result was always the same. Her orgasm began bubbling within her and Ryan could feel her body beginning to quiver. With a few more timely strokes from his fingers and tongue, Ryan encouraged Lisa over the edge. She climaxed violently, her thighs crushing his ears and her fingers tugging at his hair. He gently circled her twitching clit with his tongue to ride out the rest of her orgasm. Her grip slackened and she relaxed her muscles, only the odd jolt passing through her body. She stroked his hair, her breath still jagged. "Come to me," Lisa commanded softly. "I want you. Now." Ryan slid up the bed and Lisa wrapped her arms and her thighs around her husband. With just a strategic wriggle of her bottom she lead his hard manhood into her, her thighs hugging him close and within her depths. Ryan felt himself being enveloped by her slick warmth. His manhood throbbed impatiently. They moaned in unison. Each loved the feel that their melded bodies provided. Lisa sought out her husband's lips and took them with her own. She whimpered in the sheer pleasure of once again kissing her husband after all the days he had been away. The taste of herself was on his mouth but she didn't even notice. She just enjoyed tasting and touching his lips, his tongue, his mouth. Her hands twined around his neck and rubbed along his back. Her fingertips tingling to the touch of his skin. Ryan stroked his wife's face with his hands, his body supported by his elbows. Only when Lisa's pelvic muscles squeezed around him did he begin to move. Ryan began a slow withdrawal, and only when he was about to slip out of her did he plunge back in again, grinding his pelvis against hers and filling her deeply. He could feel her muscles clutching at him, encouraging him. Her hands moved over his body, along his chest, up around his neck and through his hair. His lips trailed from hers along her jaw and to her ear where he suckled on her earlobe before fixing his kisses to her neck. Soon he had worked up to a steady rhythm of thrusts. His tongue licked a moist path to her breasts, which he fondled and suckled. Ryan had been away from his wife too long; his control was slipping too soon. He didn't want to climax without her having reached another peak as well so, he encouraged her thighs from around his hips and hugged her tight. Then he rolled over still planted inside her. Now she was on top. "Mmmmmmn!" Lisa murmured, her long blond hair falling forward into his face. She kissed his lips and ran her fingernails lightly along his chest, scratching gently at his nipples. Ryan's hands kneaded into the skin of Lisa's soft breasts. Then he pinched the nipples with his thumb and forefingers. Lisa moaned and arched her back, her breasts seeking for even more manual stimulation from her hubby's fingers. Meanwhile Lisa began to wriggle her hips, and grind down over Ryan's shaft, letting him penetrate as deep as possible. Ryan, having regained control of his libido somewhat, was now ready to continue again. He gripped his wife's hips to encourage her movements. Lisa was quite ready to resume where things had paused and began rocking on his shaft. Soon she had worked up to a rhythmic ride which was steadily increasing in tempo and force. A plaintive mewl escaped from her throat. Ryan groaned in pleasant agony. The feel of her hot warm tunnel milking at his rod was almost unbearable. He reached down to rub her clit, wanting her to achieve her release along with his own. His touch made her gasp and increase her motions. With a whine-like screech she came, her womanhood contracting around his maleness. Ryan grunted and his release came swift like a volcano, shooting up into her depths. Lisa collapsed onto her husband's chest, her orgasm having left her limbs like jelly. She lay panting, twitches still going through her body as her orgasm faded. "Mmmmmn! I'm glad you caught the earlier plane," she said several minutes later once her breathing had calmed. She planted feather-light kisses along his neck and chest as she slid from his manhood to her side of the bed. "So am I, sweetie," Ryan said, stroking her arm with his fingers, his thumb rubbing across her breast. Lisa murmured in pleasure. Soon his wife was back in the restful slumber he had initially found her in, albeit, she looked mighty more peaceful somehow. He watched her sleep and smiled. Ryan's heart lurched with happiness. His last thought, before he succumbed to slumber himself was how damn wonderful it was to be home. The Homecoming He watched her get out of her car and get her overnight bag from the back seat. Damn, he had missed her. Even though it had only been two days since he had seen her, it was far too long to be separated from the beautiful woman who was coming home to him. Her smile was his morning sun and her soft, sensuous body warmed his dreams. He smiled as he watched her from the kitchen window. He had spent the whole day getting ready for her return. The sheets on their bed were fresh and crisp, dinner was ready for him to serve, and he had everything ready for her bath, an evening ritual he knew she treasured. She swung her arms joyfully as she walked, so glad to be home! Her smiling eyes greeted the house as she approached the front door. She had always told him their home was where her heart lived, always with him even when she was away. Her key turned in the door, and he could hear her footsteps as she stepped into the house. He knew she did not expect him to be home yet, as he had been working late every evening for weeks. The anticipation of her surprised smile gave him a warm glow. He heard her set her bag on the floor and close the front door. He began walking toward the living room, knowing her routine. She hung her coat in the closet and shut the door, then turned and bumped right into him. He reached out to steady her, then took her into his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back warmly, her body pressing eagerly against him. He pulled her tightly to him and buried his face in her neck. He breathed deeply, as if drawing in her life's essence with each breath. She smelled so sweet, the scent of her own skin combining with her perfume to make a heady aroma that was like a drug to him. He could feel himself beginning to swell. The feel of her curves pressed against him like that was so arousing. He knew he could have her now if he wanted, but he wanted to make tonight different. He wanted to take his time and show her how much he loved her, cherished her. He pulled away from her and took her by the hand. "Come," he said, "I have a surprise for you." Her heart thrilled as she turned and bumped into him. She had thought she would be coming home to an empty house, and was so happy he was there to greet her. Every minute they were apart was another minute she felt incomplete. She leaned into him as they kissed, feeling the warmth of arousal coursing through her body. It was always like that when he kissed her that way, her heart full of love and her senses reeling with desire. They walked into the kitchen with their arms around each other. She inhaled deeply. "It smells wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I was surprised to find you home at all, and now this!" She peeked into the covered dishes. He had prepared her favorite meal. He was always so thoughtful. She couldn't wait to find out what else he might have in store for her. He pulled out her chair and settled her at the table. He unfolded her napkin with a flourish and laid it across her lap. "Would Madame like to see the wine list?" he asked with a teasing smile as he poured her a glass of milk. She laughed. She never drank wine, and always liked to have milk with her dinner. He delighted in knowing all her habits and rituals. He had made it his life's ambition to know everything about her. After their meal, he took her upstairs and ran her bath while she brushed her long dark hair and pinned it up. He left her to enjoy her soak while he cleaned up the kitchen. He could hear her humming softly when he returned upstairs, and knew she was shaving her legs. He wasn't sure she even realized she did that, though she did it every time. He wondered what she was thinking that made her hum while she shaved. He liked to think perhaps it was knowing how the smooth feel of her long legs excited him when she wrapped them around him. He lit the many candles he had placed around the bedroom as he heard her get out of the bathtub, and flipped off the lights. She looked around as she stepped into the room. "How lovely!" she said. "Yes, you are." he answered as he gazed at her, wrapped only in a towel, her skin slightly pink from the heat of the water. She had daubed on more perfume before she returned to him, and as he stepped toward her it drifted to his nostrils like a magical mist, enchanting him, arousing him. She closed the distance between them quickly and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body close to him once more. He took the pins from her hair and tangled his fingers through it as it fell, watching the way it shone in the candlelight. He kissed her gently, softly dragging his lips across her neck and shoulders. She made that little purring sound, not quite a moan, in the back of her throat. He knew she was responding to the hardness pressed against her belly. Their passion for each other always lay just under the surface, smoldering, waiting for the slightest spark to burst into a flame that demanded to be fed. She stepped back enough to unbutton his shirt, and slid her hands over his chest, her fingers playing in his light covering of chest hair, his nipples hardening at her touch. He unfastened his pants and let them fall around his ankles, his stiffness springing up. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell below his waist. He was so hard already! She could see a little drop of fluid leaking from him, and she reached out and rubbed in around the velvety head of his cock. She raised her head and their eyes met. They stood for a long moment, their eyes locked together, their gaze a molten flow passing between them. He tugged at her towel as he kicked off his pants, and it fell to the floor, exposing her exquisite body to his view. He sucked in his breath at the beauty of her; her perfect breasts, nipples taut with desire, her waist curving over her hips to those delicious thighs. At the center of it all, her perfectly shaved mound, with just a small strip of dark hair above her succulent slit. He hugged her to him fiercely, barely controlling his lust for her. He wanted to fall to his knees and press his mouth to her, to slide his tongue between her legs and taste her sweet wetness, but he restrained himself. He would wait. He led her to the bed and had her lie down on her stomach, making sure she was comfortable. He got some of the oil he had purchased just for this occasion. He had chosen unscented oil so it would not interfere with her own heavenly fragrance. He warmed a little of the oil in his hands and began rubbing it into her back and shoulders. He could feel her muscles relax under his hands. He massaged her shoulders and back, then slid his hands quickly over her fabulous ass. He loved the curve of her ass, but dared not linger there now. It was too tempting. He began rubbing the oil into her smooth, freshly shaved legs. They felt so good he was tempted to slide his hands right up between her legs and... he shook his head a little and helped her turn over onto her back. This time he began at her feet, rubbing every one of her red-painted toes, her feet, and the front of her legs. By the time he reached her stomach he was aflame with his yearning to be inside her. His cock was swollen, aching to feel the moist depths of her. His hands lingered on her stomach only a moment. Her breasts were too near, too taut and aroused to be ignored. He cupped her breasts in both hands, gently squeezing her nipples, rolling their hardness around between his fingers and thumbs. She moaned and pushed up against him. She was so ready for him. She could feel the moisture leaking between her legs. The feeling of his hands squeezing her breasts made her inner muscles contract, longing for his hardness to fill her. He knew her body so well, knew all the ways to touch her and make her tremble. Their lovemaking was always so sweet. She loved him with every fiber of her being, and his love for her was her life's sweetest reward. He moved up and kissed her soft, parted lips. She acknowledged his tongue with her own, winding it around in his mouth. He crushed her mouth to him and growled his need for her. She responded by arching her back toward him, her body inviting him in. He lowered himself over her and slowly, so slowly, parted her moist, petal soft lips with his stiffness. He slid his cock down to the entrance of her pussy, holding back for a moment when she tried to pull him in, then began easing into her an inch at a time until he was buried deep within her warmth. He pulled back out and paused, then buried himself in her again, all at once. Again and again he thrust himself into her, causing her to gasp and moan her pleasure. A slight change in her rhythm signaled him that she was ready to cum. He pressed himself more closely to her and began rocking back and forth against her clit, his cock as deep inside her tightening walls as he could get. She was awash with the feeling of him within her, rolling on the sea of their ecstasy. She could see his arm muscles straining through her half-closed eyes as he rose and fell into her. She could see him disappearing inside her as she rose to meet his thrusts. It was so erotic, they fit together so well, each of their bodies a perfect match for the other. She began making each stroke take just a little longer, pressing her clit against him, and he lowered himself onto her. It was only seconds before she felt the sensations swelling in her. Her orgasm exploded within her like a ball of fire, racing through her. Her whole body contracted around him, and she kept rocking against him, not wanting it to stop. He had thought he could hold out, but the pressure her inner muscles were exerting on him was too much, and his engorged cock was screaming for release. The thunder that raged through his veins as he came was more than even his strong arms could stand. He collapsed onto her, spasms racking his body. As soon as he regained control of his muscles he moved beside her and she rolled into his arms. They looked into each other's eyes, their souls connected, in perfect tune with one another. He reached up and traced down the side of her face and across her lips with his finger. "I love you," he whispered, his eyes wide with the fullness of his love for her. "I love you," she sighed back at him, the warmth of her love for him radiating from her whole body. He pulled her closer to him and she nestled her head on his shoulder, wrapping an arm and leg over him. He listened as her breathing slowed and she fell asleep. He smiled, still aglow with their lovemaking, and drifted off to dream... The Homecoming "Go! Go! Go, Team Go!" shouted the Cheerleading team, wiggling their pom-poms in the air. "Go, Mustangs!" we shouted in return. There is nothing like a cool fall night and the Homecoming football game at your alma mater. The cheerleaders still look fresh faced, the players still run and tackle with the same enthusiasm of youth, but the crowd is the one who changes. We slowly get older and grayer and paunchier, and hopefully a little wiser. Every year since graduation my old buddies from high school gather as we once did for homecoming. Although we're in the stands now instead of taking the field, our spirit is still with Northville High. Some things change and some remain the same: Don hands off a pint of peppermint schnapps now instead of the pigskin; Bailey still hits on the cheerleaders; and I still wait to get into the game. This year, having gotten to the game too late to find seats in the stands, we end up lining the fence down by the field. SRO doesn't bother us since it brings us closer to the field, the players, and the cheerleaders. Sometime after halftime, as we call out encouragement to the team, I notice a young blonde woman further down the line a few feet away from me. With long blonde hair and terrific blue eyes, she's wearing a long brown leather coat that comes down to her butt. Despite the chilly weather, her coat is opened to show off how well she fills out her fuzzy blue sweater. Our eyes meet a few times as we cheer on our team. She smiles for a moment and then her eyes dart away as if looking through the crowd for a more familiar face. As Don passes the schnapps, I can feel the warmth of her gaze and I slowly turn my head and catch the look of those terrific blue eyes. She smiles again and then looks away as one of her friends shouts something in her ear. The Mustangs begin to take charge of the game, taking the ball the length of the field for a score and getting the lead for the first time. We cheer and jubilantly thrust our fists up into the air. In the crush of the crowd we get nudged and jostled along the fence. Some current seniors push sullenly through the crush of bodies. A few faces look familiar, perhaps younger brothers or sisters of kids I had known a few years before. Suddenly I look back to see if Blondie is still there and she is, but now just an arm's length away. I chuckle to think that Fate is pushing our little collective together. She looks my way and smiles. I smile and nod toward her. Her gloved hand points toward me, and I'm puzzled. Then I feel the press of Don's hand shoving the schnapps toward me. I take a swig and in a automatic, friendly sort of way, hold it over toward Blondie. She smiles and accepts the bottle gladly, taking a healthy swig of the internal warming fluid. Her eyes pop open at the taste and then gestures in the direction of her friends. I wave agreeable and she passes it on, wiggling her thumb in my direction so her friend knows where it came from. Her friend holds it up as if to toast the team and takes a swig before passing it on to the next one of their group. There are four of them it turns out, two slender brunettes, a short redhead, and Blondie. As the bottle comes back to me, she leans over and shouts something that I cannot make out. I lean toward her and she repeats herself. "Thanks! That really hits the spot!" I pass the nearly empty bottle back to Don who wonders how I could finish it off so quickly. I indicate the young ladies next to me and he nods affirmatively, quickly assessing the situation. He also pats the other side of his jacket to signal that there are reinforcements. The opposition on the field begins a long drive that consumes our attention, until one of the Mustangs intercepts an errant pass. We jump up at the prospect. I feel a hand on my arm and look over to see Blondie clutching at me. I face her and she practically jumps into my arms with excitement. She and her friends are jumping and cheering and clapping their hands. When the third quarter is over, the crowd quiets down during the timeout and I decide to introduce myself. "Justin Wilson, Class of '94," I say as I extend my hand out to shake hers. "Holly Morris, Class of '97," she replies. "This is Don and Bailey," I say pointing toward my friends, elbowing Don to get his attention. He and Bailey wave hello to the girls. "This is Heather, Krista, and Paige," she says trying to complete the introductions. The girls wave at us and Don extracts the fresh pint of schnapps which he generously offers to Holly. We gather in a semi circle and exchange pleasantries. So they would have been freshman during our senior year, I think to myself. Probably too young at the time, but now that we're college age it doesn't seem like much of a difference at all. Holly gravitates to my side and I feel pulled toward her. All of the looks we exchanged earlier must have had some meaning after all. Her shoulders sort of sway as she stands beside me, her hands thrust down deep into the pockets of her jacket to keep warm. Her jacket is still open all the way, showing off not only the fuzzy blue turtleneck sweater that matches the color of her eyes, but also the lovely curve of her breasts. She is certainly the purest blonde woman I have ever seen. Her skin is clear and pale without a trace of ever having been exposed to the sun, with a creamy golden complexion that has never known a blemish. She has full, naturally golden blonde hair that hangs well past her shoulders, a golden blonde, the color of young wheat. Even her eyebrows are the same pure blonde color. Her eyes are the clearest blue and have an innocent cast about them, wide and young and eager. Her features are Swedish or German and symmetrical, high rounded cheekbones with full pouty lips that are a delicious natural shade of pink that don't require any lipstick. She has narrow shoulders but nicely rounded breasts and a beautiful heart-shaped butt. Our shoulders rub occasionally as she rocks from side to side. With each touch she gives me a warm smile and looks at me approvingly. The game begins again and we move back to the fence integrated into a perfect girl-boy-girl arrangement. With Holly on one side and her friend Paige on the other we get back into our cheers and catcalls. From the way Holly and Paige talk, Paige's little brother is one of the running backs. They seem to know a lot about the team. Don passes the pint again and again and by the time it is empty, the Mustangs were running off the field in joyous celebration. We hang around after the game to congratulate the winning team, our team, our beloved Mustangs. "I really enjoyed watching the game with you," Holly says with her wonderfully warm smile. "Yeah, it was a lot of fun," I say. "You know, it'd be a shame to let the evening end so soon. Would you and your friends like to go someplace to celebrate?" "Paige has to hang around to give her brother a ride home," she says. "But I don't have any plans." "Why don't you see if your friends would like to go to the Starting Gate, or Poole's to warm up?" Paige and Krista decide to wait around and Bailey looks forlorn. "Silly, you can ride with us," says Krista, slipping her arm inside Bailey's. Holly quickly slips out of her jacket and snuggles up to me, her firm young breasts pressing against my arm. We share a couple pitchers of beer at the Starting Gate. Being Saturday night, they have entertainment, a little combo playing hits. After the second pitcher, Holly and I venture out on the tiny cramped dance floor. It is a slow song and we hold each other closely in that "young lovers, new lovers" clench similar to what's seen at high schools and junior highs all over. She rests her cheek on my chest, her arms looped around my waist. I rest my hand on her shoulders, holding her close to me. Her firm breasts buried themselves against my chest. In the back seat of Don's Jeep on the way home, we begin to make out. Wet slobbery kisses with lots of tongue. There is lots of feeling up too; my hands wander under her sweater; her hands roam all over my lap. She wears a heavy pullover under her sweater. I feel her nipples tighten up under my touch through the lacy cups of her bra. She rubs on the crotch of my slacks enough to locate my dick and maneuvers it to one side so that she can rub it its full length. Breathing heavily she begins to nibble on my ear, her tongue twirling in my ear making me quiver with excitement. "Okay you teenagers," Don calls out as he brings the Jeep to a stop outside their condo. "We're home!" Holly and I slip out behind Heather and follow her and Don up the walkway and inside. Their place is spacious and warm and Krista brews a round of cappuccinos. We take up spots in the living room; Holly and I nestle on the love seat (what else?); Heather and Don sit on the stools by the kitchen sipping and making eyes at each other. "Are you two going to get a room or what," Don calls over when Holly and I come up for a breath. "That's downright embarrassing!" We laugh and Holly takes my hand and pulls me off the love seat, down the hall, and into the darkness of her room. She closes the door and we fall into each other's arms. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" she asks. "After meeting you tonight I'd have to say yes," I reply. "I always believed in it, but never knew it existed before you." I tilt her face up to kiss her. "I've just never gone this far, this fast with anyone before," I remark. "I know," she says. "It's kind of scary." "But a fun kind of scary," I say. "Because it feels really good. I can't keep my hands off of you." We kiss and embrace and let our hands wander a little before she pushes me away and down onto her bed. "Do you want to hear something sort of kinky?" she asks, her hips beginning to sway from side to side. "Sure, Fire away!" "I want to strip for you, you know like a stripper does," she says, stretching her arms up over her head. "That's not kinky, to me at least." "But I want to see how you respond when I do it," she says sliding her hands back down over her breasts down to her hips. "All you have to do is see the look on my face," I say with a chuckle. "That's not what I mean," she says, still swaying, still running her hands all over herself. "I want to watch your cock while I dance." "Okay," I agree feeling a little bit of blushing hit my cheeks. But then it's dark and she couldn't see anyway. "Fully naked or just my pants?" "Just pull it out so I can see it," she said with sexy smile. "I've got plans for the rest." "All right," I say, reaching down to lower my zipper and fish out my semi-erect cock. Holly dances over to me and leans down to kiss me as I sit on the bed, a wet sloppy kiss that tells me that she's pretty loaded and is feeling pretty loose. She pushes my shoulders to send me backwards so that I'm lying on my back. "That's it. Now touching yourself is not allowed!" I reach back and hook my fingers behind my head. This isn't really kinky, I tell myself. In fact it's really sexy and exciting. My cock is still lying over to one side, but is quickly filling up with excitement. Satisfied that I'm ready, she moves back away and begins to dance for me. There is no music, but that doesn't seem to matter to her as she begins to move about the room, drawing the curtains apart to let in the moonlight. She must have had modern dance lessons, I note as she does a shadow dance in front of the window. Her shoes are the first to go as she sits at her vanity and bends over to untie them. I never knew taking off your shoes could be like this, but then no one had ever done it in front of me like this, with her eyes on my stiffening dick. She kept running her hands all over her body, cupping her breasts, running her fingers through her hair, reaching down to glide her fingers along the curves of her hips and legs. She must have done this before, I thought. The blue jeans were next. Still seated, she unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down, spreading them open as far as possible. She tugged at them as she rose up slowly, inching them down past her hips and turning so that as she bent over and eased them down her legs that she could present her beautiful heart-shaped ass to me. It had been long enough for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and I could see the curve of her pussy between her legs when she spread them apart. With her jeans down to her ankles, she tugged at her panties, pulling them up the crack of her ass. She stepped free of her jeans and turned back around to face me. As she ran her hands over herself again, I could feel my cock stiffen some more, now beginning to rise up like a snake before a charmer. She rose up fully reaching her hands up toward the ceiling. I could see the abbreviated outline of her little lace panties and how tightly they fit to the slit of her pussy. She crisscrossed her hands down to the bottom of her sweater and drew them up, pulling her sweater up and over her head. She tossed it to the side and turned around, and still swaying, turned around again. She was wearing a white sleeveless shirt, the scoop neck revealing the upper curves of her breasts silhouetted in the moonlight. My cock twinged upward as she glided over to the bed. "So far, so good, Big Boy," she whispered as she climbed up onto the bed, straddling my hips so that my cock rose up against the crotch of her panties. Crisscrossing her hands again, she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it away. Her breasts were rising up from the cups of her lacy little powder blue bra. I could make out the upper curve of her pink aureoles as she waved her arms in the air. Her hips rotated in a circular pattern bumping into and rubbing my now erect cock. She fell down to a hands and knees position, placing her hands on my shoulders, her body inches from me. I could smell the musky scent of her excitement as she let her head down, her hair dancing on my face and neck and chest. She tossed her head back and I could see her breasts hanging down nearly falling free of her bra. "I see you like my dance," she said and she rose up onto her knees, letting the crotch of her panties lightly rub the underside of the head of my cock. "Have you done this before?" I asked, feeling the flow of excitement course through me. "Nope!" she said with a laugh. "And wouldn't Miss Hansen and her modern dance class be shocked!" She cupped her breasts and pushed them together and upward, her fingers twiddling her nipples. Slipping one hand over to the opposite shoulder, she pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulder, and then repeated the same for the other. Reaching back she unhooked the flimsy garment and eased it down away from her beautiful breasts. She leaned forward again, bringing her tits close to me and dangled her bra in my face. I could smell her perfume as she lowered her breasts down near my face. My cock was fully upright now and rubbed up against the crotch of her panties. I could feel some dampness as I thrust up my hips. Wriggling her shoulders she rubbed them on my cheeks. My lips and tongue eagerly sought out her nipples that were now stiff and erect, but she quickly pulled them away easing herself down and off from the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed she began the final movement of her seductive dance that had brought me to the cusp of excitement. Running her hands up and down her body as before, sending her fingers everyplace that I wished my lips and tongue to be, she began to toy with her panties. She tugged them up and then pulled them down her hips. She turned about and pulled them back up so that they disappeared into the crack of her gorgeous ass. Slowly and teasingly, she eased them down, just to the bottom of the cheeks of her ass and settled back to sit on my lap, my cock nestling up between her cheeks. Straddling me she rubbed her ass back and forth on my cock. I could feel the wetness of her pussy each time she pushed back farther onto me. She stood up again and bent over, back to me, and slipped the tiny blue lace panties down her shapely legs. I heard the elastic snap and she pulled them off. Twirling them on a finger, she turned around and crawled back onto the bed, now letting her wet pussy settle onto my hard stiff cock. She mopped at my face with her panties that smelled of her perfume and her sweet pussy. She cradled my face in her hands. "Now that you've got us both so hot and bothered, what happens next?" I asked. "Well, for one thing, you are entirely too over-dressed for the occasion," she laughed as she ran her hands over my chest and shoulders. Pulling at my sweater and t-shirt, she tugged them both over my head. She leaned down and kissed each one of my nipples, licking and sucking on them as I wished to do to hers. It didn't take her long to unfasten my trousers and pull them off. But she took her time with my boxer shorts, easing them slowly down my legs, kissing each stretch of skin revealed to her. I had a hard-on as big as a cue stick, or so it felt, particularly when she rose up and grasped it with both hands and flicked at it with her tongue. "So did I pass the test?" I asked. "What test?" she said. "I just wanted to see which moves worked the best on you." "And?" "They all worked," she said laughing again. "You're too easy an audience." Then without a word she plunged her mouth down onto my cock sucking in the head and twirling her tongue around it inside her hot wet mouth. She pressed her firm round breasts against my thighs as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock stroking what she could not take in her mouth with both of her hands. When she'd take a breath or two, she would lick the entire length of my shaft and pull on the head with her tight little fist. Then she sucked me back inside her mouth, bobbing and swiveling her head. "Oh, Holly!" I called out. "Get that pussy of yours up here!" At first I thought she ignored me since she kept on humming away on my cock. "Come on, Baby! I want to eat your pussy!" Without letting my cock slip out of her mouth she slowly rose up and pivoted about to plant her pussy right above my face. Closing my eyes, I reached up to grab her ass and pulled her down onto my face, burying my tongue in her hot wet pussy. I felt her flinch and moan with pleasure as I kissed and licked my way around her twat. Finally, as I became more aggressive in eating her out, she rose up from my cock and rode my face, grinding her pussy down onto my face. She moaned again and again as I licked and kissed and sucked on her pussy. Being so blonde and fair, she had the lightest little bit of downy fur on her delicious little pussy. Her clit emerged from its hood and I licked and sucked on it. The juice from her cunt dripped down onto my face as she began to wriggle her hips and dance on my face. "Oh, Justin! I want you to fuck me!" she cried out. I grabbed her firmly by the hips and kept eating her eager pussy. "Oh! Oh! Oh, God! I'm coming!" she called out. "I'm coming!!" It must have been one of those dam-bursting orgasms the way she writhed and wriggled on my face. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she screamed. She lowered her head back down to my cock and eagerly sucked me back into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down on me wildly I could feel her begin to shove my cock down her throat. Although she gagged at first, within a couple of strokes she was stuffing me all the way inside her mouth and down her throat, moaning and humming as she face fucked me. Her entire body rocked back and forth as she fondled my balls and sucked my cock. I couldn't believe how wet and sloppy my cock was when she pulled her head off of me. "Aren't you going to come for me?" she pleaded. "I want to fuck you first!" I said. The Homecoming She stroked my cock with both hands and began to move off from the bed. "So how do you want to fuck me, Big Boy?" she said, kneeling down between my legs, gently stroking my hot stiff cock. "Missionary? Doggy style? Sideways? Spoons in a drawer? Ride 'em cowboy?" "Any way, just so I can see your face," I said. "I want to see the look on your face as we fuck." She climbed up and straddled my hips, guiding my cock toward her pussy. "How's this?" she asked as her pussy lowered down and let me slip easily up inside of her cunt. "Do you like this, Big Boy?" "Oh, yeah, Baby! Just so I can look at you" She began to rock up and down gradually increasing the tempo until we were fucking like wild animals. She was so active, humping and wriggling her hips, moving them in a circular pattern as we fucked. At first she was straight up above me, her breasts bouncing with each delightful move. As our passion rose, she leaned forward, our lips meeting, her breasts brushing down against my chest. I cupped them and held them tenderly, pinching the nipples ever so lightly. She leaned forward again and pressed them down into my mouth, never once missing a beat as we fucked. She rose up again but placed her hands on my shoulders so that she could lean forward. Our eyes linked up and we never let the gaze fall away. She smiled, she looked urgent; at times she looked almost as if she were in pain, but she never stopped looking at me. I could feel my cock plunge deeply into her, enough to bump her cervix a couple of times. She winced and shifted position and went back to fucking me. I could feel her begin to tense up as if she were about to come again. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her close and managed to roll her over onto her back, without my cock ever leaving the heaven of her hot wet pussy. I spread my arms and tried to position my self so that only my cock contacted her. The look of pleasure on her face was remarkable; there was a smile in her eyes that told me everything. As we fucked, I pulled her by the hips toward the edge of the bed, so that I could kneel down. Slipping her legs up to rest her ankles on my shoulders, I began to fuck her with long slow strokes. She wiggled her ass around; she rubbed her breasts and pulled at her nipples. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried out. I picked up the pace slowly and soon she was writhing and wriggling with a huge smile spreading across her face. "You like this?" I asked as I picked up the pace. She didn't answer but could only nod her head. The sight of this golden blonde woman, her flaxen hair tousled by our romp in the hay, her firm young breasts bobbing in time to our fucking little dance, her mouth calling out the sounds of passion and pleasure, her eyes filled with the look that can only be filled by sexual ecstasy, brought me to a greedy climax. I could feel the cum well up from deep inside me and surge out toward my cock. "I'm coming, Baby!" I called out. She began to wriggle more wildly as I began to thrust deep inside of her. "Fill me up Big Boy! Oh, Baby! Fill me up!" It felt as if my head would explode when I shot off the first load. It had been a while since I had fucked at all, not to say in the wild manner that we just had, but I couldn't remember a more satisfying orgasm as when I exploded into Holly's sweet pussy, again and again. "Oh! Uh! Oh, Baby!" I called out along with some other more animalistic grunts and groans Whether it was the sight of me peaking or just the culmination of her own efforts, but she began to writhe and shake uncontrollably. As I saw that she was likely going to come as well, I kept on humping her furiously, thrusting my exploding cock as deep inside of her as I could. "Oh, God, Baby! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, Baby! I'm coming too!" she shouted. With a final set of thrust and shakes and shudders, I fell onto the bed and we rolled together with my dick still buried deep inside of her. With my body still tingling, I suddenly began to laugh. I think she was no so amused. "What's so funny?" she asked somewhat indignantly. "Nothing funny, like Ha! Ha! Ha!" I replied, holding her close. "It's just that I've never felt this way before. I mean I've fucked pretty successfully before, but this was mind blowing!" "I knew it would be, from the moment I saw you!" she said nestling her face up against my chest. "You did, did you? And just when was that, when you first saw me cheering on the Mustangs? Or when you caught me giving you that first real up and down look?" "Actually, it was when I saw you come out of the shower a long time ago." "How's that?" I said, not sure of what she meant. "I'm sure you don't remember it, but Heather and I had tried out for cheerleading and went through the wrong door leading from the field and ended up in the boy's locker room. You and one of the other guys were coming out of the shower room when we saw you. We hid around the corner but Heather giggled and you looked over at us. I don't think you saw anything. But I knew right then that I would fuck you one day." "Whoa! You're right that I don't remember that," I said unable to connect with her story. "Are you sure? I think I would have remembered if something like that happened." "Well, we snuck out before anybody saw us. We made the cheerleading team as reserves, but never got in until you guys made the playoffs. I remember doing everything to get your attention, but you never ever looked my way. It broke my heart when I found out that you and Mary Lou Hunsaker were going out." She reached up to caress my cheek. "But when I saw you at the game tonight with your buddies, I knew exactly who you were and I told myself that there was nothing I wouldn't do until I got you to fuck me." "Wow," I sighed. "That's some story. And here I thought this was all my idea." "You don't mind that it wasn't?" she asked, with that innocent little girl look on her face. "Not if you keep fucking me like that, it won't," I said giving her a big hug. We kissed again, a long romantic sort of kiss. My cock was still stuck inside of her and the feel of her warm sweaty, sweet blonde body next to me was making it hard again. Before I knew it, she was humping her hips again and asking for sloppy seconds. I took her by the shoulders and rolled her over onto her back again. "What's the matter, Baby?" she asked. "I thought you wanted to fuck again." "Yeah, I do," I said, feeling my cock get hard again as I slid it gently in and out of her pussy. "We've got a lot of lost time to make up for." "You bet, Big Boy!" she said. "Now, shut up and do your duty!" And she didn't have to ask me twice. The Homecoming She never should have promised to come to this stupid game. Emma was not a person who honored tradition, so why was she here? She knew the answer. She had come to see her niece play Powder Puff football. It was the first event in a very jam-packed homecoming week, and Julia had begged Emma to come. Just driving into the stadium parking lot brought back horrid memories. Chubby Emma, coming to games with her friends, always female friends, and watching all the happy, loving couples, knowing it would never be her. Senior year, she had attended this game and sat miserably watching her Crush, the amazing Mr. Wright, her Government teacher. He was, without a doubt, the most wondrous man she had ever seen. He was new that year, fresh from college and only a few years older than Emma. Actually, he was 5 years older, but she felt such love for him anyway. He was unmarried, unattached. She knew she could make him happy, if he ever noticed her. All year, she watched and waited and wanted. Then she graduated and went off to a prestigious college, armed with her many scholarships. Emma loved college. People there actually enjoyed studying, actually got pleasure from learning. Along the way, she forgot to eat as often. She walked all over campus and the small, historical town with her pals. She wrote long letters to Rachel, her best friend, keeping up on the events of their town and school chums. Rachel was the only person who knew of Emma's love for Mr. Wright. She always slipped a few sentences into the mail, telling her what he was doing now. Emma didn't come home if she could help it. She stayed at school and worked and took summer classes, finishing college in just three years. She found a wonderful job in New York City, moving quickly up the corporate ladder and enjoying work more than her private life. Then came the letter from her favorite niece, Julia. It was homecoming and she was playing in the Powder Puff game for the Juniors and Julia wanted her aunt to see her play. Emma emailed her that she was too busy to take a week off, but that she would ask, secretly feeling too important to get the time. Knowing she would be refused, Emma put in a request and was surprised and dismayed to have it granted. Damn! Now she had to go to Smallville and visit her old school, sight of her most humiliating days, and pretend it was enjoyable. The only good thing was the possibility of showing off her new self. Only Rachel and Julia knew of her metamorphosis and this seemed like a good time to share it with everyone else. Emma dressed carefully for the evening. She bathed and shampooed, soaking in the vanilla bubbles until she finally felt relaxed. She sprayed on her favorite vanilla scent and then dressed in her new purchases. First, a lovely satin and lace dusty rose bra with matching panties, sliding over her soft skin, making her feel so lovely and feminine. Nicely-fitted jeans, a soft rose shirt and a well-worn denim jacket, the kind of clothes she envied years ago, completed the outfit. She let her hair hang down, with tiny clips holding it off her face. As Emma looked into the mirror, she saw a lovely young woman, one who might get noticed. So, here she sat, in the old high school bleachers, watching the dusk approach. As she watch, the moon started to appear over the opposite stand, huge and golden. It moved slowly up the darkening sky, glowing at Emma and making her smile. She was still mesmerized by the beauty of the night when she heard a male voice ask, "Is this bleacher taken?". Ah, she felt the tingles long before she turned her head. Emma knew that voice. It was Mr. Wright. She looked up at him and thought time had been his friend, he had aged nicely these six years. His face had some character lines and his hair had lengthened and had a slight greying at the temples. Now the five year difference didn't seem so great. He stood there quietly, smiling at her. When she finally realize he was waiting, she nearly choked over her words, telling him that the seat was indeed available and he was welcomed to it. He began by commenting on the moon and how tangible it seemed. He chatted with her easily, making funny comments about the cross-dressing cheerleaders and the extremely loud band. He knew football and kept telling her about this play or that move. They talked about the school and themselves, feeling more relaxed with every passing minute. She told him she was visiting from New York City for the week, but would be returning to her life there after the weekend. Emma couldn't bring herself to tell him who she really was. She had no desire to bring to mind the chubby, quiet, plain girl she once was. He introduced himself as William Wright and said to please call him Bill. Emma found it difficult to use his first name and stammered over it. Inwardly, she winced. She spent her work hours with CEO's and company presidents, fitting into their high-powered world. Now she was shy calling this man by his first name. Mr. Wright even teased her about it, then she realized he was flirting with her, he actually noticed her and wanted to spend time with her! He asked if she would like a drink. When she said yes, he reached for her hand and guided her out of the bleachers toward the snack booth. They walked along, holding hands and talking, Emma's mind spinning and her heart pounding. Her very own Mr. Wright, holding her hand, buying her a soda! They stood at the fence and watched the game for a few minutes, their bodies close together and hands still clasped. She turned to him to say something and he lowered his mouth to hers for a gentle kiss. His lips brush gently against Emma's, making her entire body hot and her pulse double. "Please forgive my impulsiveness, but I just had to taste you and couldn't wait any longer," he said. It was an event she had dreamed of for years. The man of her dreams, the one she compared every other man with, was holding her hand and kissing her. He had made every man pale in comparison. She had dated rarely, but always with the same outcome. The man was never clever enough, charming enough, witty enough to win her. She had little experience in the world of dating and men, because she always hoped that one day Mr. Wright would realize how special she was. Now she stood here, in his arms and his kisses were what she knew they would be. Gentle, soft, and very thorough. Emma felt herself melting into him, feeling his strong body holding her upright, his hands on her back. She could also feel his desire as he pressed against her. As if realizing her turmoil, Bill moved back. He guided her to the bleachers, sitting beside her and holding her hand, charmingly explaining football. They spent the evening together, cheering for the girls and laughing at the cheerleaders. Rachel walked by, her eyes nearly popping out as she saw Emma sitting with her idol. Even before the game ended, the bleachers started emptying. Everyone wanted to beat the crowd from the parking lot. But not them. They sat there as if they were the only two people in the world, talking and smiling. Bill seemed to realize that Emma was special and fragile and had decided not to rush her, and now just sat closely and listened attentatively. He asks Emma out for a snack. She happily agreed, not wanting this evening to end. They walked to his car, hands entwined, conversation spilling out, so much they had to say. They went to the local hangout, the Smallville Sweet Shoppe, the scene of so many of her youthful dreams. As they entered, Emma looked around and just relished the feeling of finally "making it". The place was full of alumni, many she recognized, but who didn't recognize the new her. She and Bill walked to a corner booth and he slid in after her. He ordered for them, holding her hand and smiling. When the waitress left, he moved even closer, their hips and thighs joined. Emma felt the heat where his body touched hers, making her tremble. When the order arrived, Bill insisted on feeding her some of his delicious, huge cheeseburger and his crispy fries. She kept laughingly refusing, but he was persistent. One fry went into her mouth with his finger still attached and she was suddenly sucking on his slender finger, her eyes closed and her heart reeling. Emma shyly looked down and saw his erection pressing against his slacks. She looked up to his face and smiled, nodding. She wanted him too. Bill stood and helped her from the booth, their dinners forgotten. She whispered in his ear, voicing one of her high school fantasies. Bill listen attentatively and then kissed her jaw, promising her that he would fulfill her dream tonight. They drove back to the school and the football stadium. He pulled a huge blanket from the trunk and followed her to the field. The moon is still gloriously large and golden, shining down on them as they settled on the soft blanket. The stadium lights were all off, but Emma could see Bill clearly in the moon glow. They kissed. This man seemed to have invented the activity. His mouth was gentle and searching, hungry and insistent. Emma could have been there with him forever, just enjoying his lips on hers. He seemed to appreciate the slow approach, enjoying each phase of lovemaking for what it was, not just another step toward fucking. Emma liked that. She wanted that. This was what she had dreamed of for years, being with Mr. Wright and making love. She felt his fingers opening buttons on her shirt, moving slowly down her body, leaving kisses on the exposed skin. He pushed her shirt open and began to softly touch and kiss all the exposed soft flesh he found there. He was very gentle with her. He released the tiny hooks holding her bra together, but did not rush to remove any of her clothing. His tongue traced along the flesh between her breasts, allowing her to get accustomed to him. When he felt her relax, he started nuzzling the sloping inner breasts, his breath and mouth and tongue working busily to give her pleasure. His fingers pushed her shirt open further, leaving her bra in place as he kissed and nipped at her tender skin. When he heard her soft moans starting, he lifted his face to hers and kissed her. "Only what you want, only as far as you wish, Emma," he whispered. He was true to his word. He moved so slowly, making love to each bit of exposed flesh, going only as far as he sensed she was comfortable. If he felt her tense or stiffen in any way, he backed off and resumed an acceptable activity. But Emma wanted him, she wanted to learn and she wanted him to once again be her teacher. She didn't know how to tell him. But she was a clever and intelligent woman and soon realized that she was telling him everything he needed to know, just by being here and enjoying him. Bill slowly undressed her, removing her outer clothing piece by piece, unveiling the beautiful woman that Emma had become. When she was lying in his arms in just the rose lingerie, Emma became bolder. She could see how much he appreciated her body and she wanted to see his. Her fingers were clumsy at first, undoing his shirt and unbuckling his belt. He didn't seem to notice her shaking hands, and concentrated instead on her sweet shyness and gentleness. He had dated many women during his life, and they all seemed so jaded and sure of themselves. He found Emma's innocence charming and intriguing. They continued kissing as their hands moved slowly over each other, getting acquainted intimately. Bill couldn't keep his hands still, so enamored was he by her lovely body and soft, caressable skin. He inhaled her vanilla fragrance and knew he would never smell it again without remembering Emma. He moved her bra aside, revealing her lush breasts and taut pink nipples. He moved to kiss them softly, his lips capturing all of her sweetness and sucking it into his mouth. Emma responded immediately. Her back arched and she slid her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast and moaning softly. Bill felt he could feast there forever, sucking one distended nipple, then the other. But he wanted more. He kissed his way down her tummy, nibbling and nipping at the soft skin, moving to her rose panties. His mouth continued to move down, feeling the smooth satin against his chin and cheeks. He moved between her legs, inhaling the special fragrance that was Emma. His mouth opened over her soft curlies and he captured her mound in his hungry mouth. Emma was so incredibly excited. She wanted it, not sure what IT was. She could feel the heat of Bill's breath against her crotch. She could also feel herself swelling open, the moisture gathering and wetting her panties. Bill was between her legs, his mouth moving constantly against her, his tongue gliding up and down her slit. Still he did not remove her panties. He moved back up her body, his near-naked body sliding against hers, until his face reached hers. Emma could feel his erection, pressing against her pantied pussy, resting there, yet throbbing against her. Emboldened, she reached down and placed her fingers into the waist of his briefs. She began to push them down, wanting to move to the next step, ready to learn this lesson. Bill stood, pulling Emma to her feet. They stood facing each other in the moonlight, hearts pounding, skin burning. He stood still and allowed Emma to finish removing his briefs. As they dropped to the ground, Emma looked at her lover, saw his engorged cock and knew it would be hers tonight. Bill continued kissing her, moving his hands over her back and up to cup her breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately to his touch, causing Emma to moan and move herself deeper into his caress. His hands slid down her hips, pulling her lovely satin panties down. She stepped out of them and stood before him, offering herself to him. Bill dropped to his knees and placed his mouth against her soft curlies. His tongue reached out, finding her swollen slit and moving up and down the length of it. Soon he found her clit, her tiny hardened nubbin, and he began to swirl around it, sucking and circling it. Emma was leaning against his face, wanting to bury him inside her as he continued his sensual exploration. Her fingers were holding his head, refusing to let him stop now, as he laved her clit with his hot, broad tongue. She could feel herself stiffen and her legs lock into place, then suddenly, she was shivering, trembling, throbbing against his face, her body totally out of her control. She was crying out, the moans ripped from her throat and making it burn. Bill's hands were on her ass, holding her to his face, holding her upright. As her orgasm lessened, Emma felt she would just collapse. Bill held her to him as she slowly relaxed, then helped her down on the blanket, holding her in his arms, kissing her. She could taste herself on him, but did not find it distasteful. "Emma, you are ready. I will be gentle and try not to hurt you. Let me be your teacher tonight and show you how wonderful being a woman can be," he whispered. Emma could only nod. This was something she had wanted for years. Bill moved over her, his hips between her thighs. He moved slowly up her body, until his cock lodged against her curlies. She looked up into his beloved face and opened her legs further, offering herself to him. Bill lifted himself off Emma, just a bit, just the space of a kiss between them, and then moved to enter her. He slid deep within her on the first thrust, making her gasp. He moved slowly, letting her get used to the feeling of being full of cock. Soon, he felt her moving under him, her hips reaching for his. Her hot hands were on his back, pulling him closer, deeper. She felt like liquid velvet. So tight. So hot. So willing. His cock had never felt encased like this. Without trying, she was exciting him beyond reason. He forgot about being slow and gentle, he just wanted to feel her pinkness wrapped around him, milking him, loving him. He moved faster, thrust harder. He could see the wonder in her face as she enjoyed the friction against her clit. He heard her murmuring, "Yes, please, help me, please, oh, Bill, yes!" He felt her pinkness begin to throb, to caress his hard cock and take it with her to pleasure. He felt his cock swell and then he was coming. Bill poured his come into her sweetness, filling her. They continued rocking together as their breathing returned to normal. Bill rolled to his side, remaining inside Emma's deepest place for as long as possible. He held her closely and kissed her lovingly. Emma was silently making deals in her head. She was thanking whatever power brought her Bill for tonight and promised that one night would be enough. She was so busy wishing it weren't all over, that she almost missed it when Bill whispered in her ear, "Welcome home, my Emma!" The Homecoming "There's so much to do!" Katherine thought as she wiped the sweat from her brow. There she was, kneeling in the smothering heat of the attic as she stared in disbelief at the many boxes of her husband's things that she put off dealing with for so long. Michael had gone missing the year before when his plane crashed on his way home from the teaching safari where he was honored for his research on indigenous people and human sexuality. In recognition, he was given an honorary plaque, and a professorship at UC Berkeley. She smiled at the plaque she held in her lap and ran her fingers over his name as if she was somehow touching a part of him still. This was going to be the start of a new life for them; instead, Katherine was forced to try to conceive life without him. With a deep sigh, and a final light kiss on his name, she rose and moved to yet another box of memories. She worked throughout the day – doing her best to hold back the memories, and hold back the tears. When she was done, all of her husband's belongings were packed, wrapped and neatly organized in the vast expanse of their mid-Victorian attic. Exhausted, Katherine left the attic with nothing on her mind but a glass of wine and a long, fragrant soak in her whirlpool tub. She padded into the kitchen and began stripping off the sweaty shorts and tank top that had absorbed all the effort of the day. As she pulled her shorts down over her long, tanned legs and kicked them into the corner, she thought she caught a glimpse of someone outside the kitchen window. "What the HELL?" she thought aloud, and leaned over the sink to get a better look. Of course, there was no one. "Just the trees…I do need a drink!" she muttered, shaking her head and moving to open the refrigerator door. She grabbed a half-full bottle of wine and a glass in one hand, a few candles in the other and headed to her bath. She lit the candles one by one and turned out the lights. She perched on the edge of the 2 person- tubs she and Michael insisted on having when they moved in. As she started running the water, fragmented memories of their shared baths flashed through her mind. She raised her face to the mirrors surrounding the tub and took in the image that greeted her. She was still very young. She was 27 when Michael disappeared. Her skin was still soft and firm. She and Michael had always been active, and that didn't change when he left. If anything she turned to any form of exertion she could take to get her mind off things. She lifted her tank top over her head and really looked at her naked body for the first time in a very long time. Her breasts were firm and round. "The kind you want to hold all day!" Michael would say, she remembered with a smile. She missed the way his tongue would play over her nipples, and the way he would give them a gentle tug with his teeth. In response to her memory, her nipples became very erect to the point of aching. She tried to wipe the image of his mouth on her body away, but she hadn't made love to another man since he left. Once started, she rarely could stop herself without satisfying her body's needs. As she stepped into the steaming bath, she realized that despite the warm water, she knew she was already wet. She reached up and released her long, dark tendrils to cascade down her back in silken waves. She lowered her body into the warm water and felt the whirlpool jets caress her flesh; infusing their warmth into her. She settled back and closed her eyes. With the fingertips of one hand she began tracing her high brow; leaving little droplets of water running down her face. She traced her high cheekbones, and defined the elegant curve of her chin, and the sleek hollow of her throat. With her other hand she gently caressed the mound above her cit – teasing herself by barely brushing by, but not touching it. Again she saw his mouth on her. His lips leaving light kisses on her belly as he made his way down to pleasure her. She watched as he grinned and his tongue stretched out before leaning forward to taste her. At that moment she thrust her fingers onto her clit and pinched her aching nipple with the other hand. She gasped as bolts of pleasure moved through her. Her clit was hard and her body opened to her as she reached her fingers deep inside. Her moans echoed off the vaulted ceiling intensifying her pleasure - building the warmth inside her as she writhed. Her fingers worked furiously, pumping deep inside her as her thumb kept pressure on her clit. Building and building, her passion erupted as she arched her back and her body spasmed as her orgasm shook her. When Katherine finally opened her eyes and looked around she saw how carried away she had been. Water was in puddles all over the floor. She covered her face playfully and laughed. As the water started to cool she rose up and turned off the whirlpool. She poured herself a glass of wine and strode dripping wet into the bedroom. Even though it was dark it was still hot, and so was she. Her hand didn't seem quite enough tonight. She walked to the French doors to the balcony and flung them wide. She stood, silhouetted by the dim light streaming in from the hall, transfixed by the beauty of the rising full moon. She moved out onto the balcony heedless to who might see her. She walked over to a lawn chair and lay lazily back – drowsy already from the wine and her exertions. She fell asleep as the moon reached its peak in the sky. Her dreams granted her no reprieve from her body's aching need. She felt the touch of hands and the long sharp pleasure of being impaled over and over. He watched as her hands caressed her body. Her fingers seeking first her mouth, and then seeking her thighs. Her moans of dream pleasure almost made him cum where he stood. He stripped down to nothing in the doorway and moved towards her. First he leaned and gently caressed her hair by her face, careful not to wake her. She responded to his touch and nuzzled his hand with her cheek. Still she moaned, and he grew bold. Seeing her lying there, naked in the moonlight set him on fire! He wrapped his lips around her erect nipple and teased it with his tongue. She gasped and he raised his head expecting to see the full force of her fury, but she slept on. He resumed his attentions and drank in the scent of her. He straddled the lawn chair and proceeded to kiss and taste her hard nipples and the round of her breasts. His tongue made a soft trail over her naval, and he looked up to find her eyes still closed, mouth slightly open. He gently placed his hands on her thighs and pressed them apart to reveal Katherine's swollen, wet pussy, fragrant with lust. He was so aroused the tip of his cock gleamed and dripped in anticipation. He positioned himself above her, staring at her beautiful face. He longed to see her ebony eyes. Gripping his swollen cock in his hand he guided it to her dripping hot hole. He eased the head to the opening and leaned down and kissed her full mouth passionately. She awoke struggling and afraid! He pulled his face away from hers and smiled. "Michael!" she breathed. And he thrust into her deep and hard! She cried out her pleasure and gripped him tight, thrusting her hips to meet his. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face to meet his and kissed her hard. She came to her first teeth clenching orgasm and he turned her over and took her from behind, not giving her a moment's rest. Her screams of delight echoed in the hills as they had echoed off her walls earlier. He grabbed her tight ass as he thrusted deep inside and held it there so he could feel her pussy tighten all around his cock. He almost came then, but held it back. She turned her face to him and tightened her pussy and slowly pulled off of him. She looked from his face to his cock with fire in her eyes and licked her lips. She kneeled down in front of him and took his penis in her hands, lowered her face to wrap her lips around the tip and played with it with her tongue. She could taste herself on him, and it sent a surge through her. She swallowed his cock and massaged it from within her mouth with her tongue. She slowly pulled back and began licking his cock from base to tip, paying particular attention to the slender curve of flesh around the head. His body jerked in fevered response. The small noises he was making were driving her wild. As she swallowed his cock to the base and back again and again, she moved one hand down and started stroking her engorged clit. He knew he couldn't take much more of this and gripped her hair again as she looked up at him with his cock pulsing in her mouth. He wanted to cum so bad…but he wanted to be inside her. Sensing his desire she rose to her feet and kissed him feverishly, her tongue exploring and tasting his mouth. Lifting her hand to their mouths, she shared her juices with him as they kissed before walking into the bedroom and sitting on the bed. He followed and lay on his back as she led him to do. His cock was pulsing and rock hard. She straddled him and reached down to guide him into her. She ran his head across her clit to her hole and back again, then leaned back and took him in until he felt his balls beneath her. They gasped in unison and their faces contorted as waves of pleasure surged through them while she rode him. Their hips bucked together and their breath become shallow and hard. She increased the rhythm and reached down and rubbed her clit and moaned. Sweat poured off their bodies. He pulled her down to him and kissed her as she gasped and moaned in his mouth. She slowed and pulled her body up the length of his cock and down again – enjoying the feel of him inside her again. Her eyes closed and her face became taut with pleasure. He could stand it no more. He grabbed her hips and held her as he began ramming into her fast and hard. Her moans became cries, and their cries merged together in a fever pitch. Their bodies tightened and convulsed as their orgasms shook them. His cock exploded into her, and as she felt his cum, her pussy tightened and she rode out the longest orgasm of her life. When it was over she collapsed on top of him…his cock still twitching inside her. She caught her breath and slid off to rest her head on his chest. They lay holding each other for what seemed like hours in silence. Afraid to speak for fear of waking from a dream. Finally she hid her face in his chest as she softly asked, "Are you real?" He reached down and lifted her chin with his curled index finger to gaze into her eyes where tears were already starting to form. "I'm real," he said, "and I'm home." The Homecoming It had been a long flight from Paris. The events of the last few days were a swirling collage. A hurried exit from a small town in Asia, transiting through Tiblisi and Moscow and, finally, a drawn out debrief in the Paris embassy. Danielle and I did manage a short walk around the Place de le Concorde. It was during this walk where we began changing from our operational personalities of "White Pine" and "Tracer." As we walked in the cool spring rain, we became Boo and Dani once again. We reveled in the feeling of walking in a free and beautiful country, but exhaustion was setting in and we quickly returned to our hotel for some much-needed sleep and preparations for our departure for the United States. Danielle and I had spent months together. We knew our jobs and had watched each other's backs. Our lives depended on mutual trust and professional competence. We both yearned for home. We asked that our official passports be mailed back to the States and switched over to our tourist passports. Damn, I hated the official passports that sometimes called unwanted attention as we traveled. We boarded at different times and sat in different rows, but did get a welcome upgrade to business class courtesy of the embassy. I'd have to drop them a note. The larger seat looked inviting. I don't think either of us was awake when the plane lifted off. Now, hours later, we made our approach to Dulles and we were both silently celebrating our return home. Myself to my wife, Ellie and Danielle to her lover Mia. Dani and I never talked about our love lives even though we had shared many personal secrets. I had known Dani was a lesbian for some time. Perhaps more from what she didn't say. I trusted her and we had grown close in these months. Once I had seen her with Mia and knew they were intimate from their body language, smiles, and whispers. They made a striking couple, the petite and beautiful Mia and the tall, athletic Dani. Dani had been in amateur body building competitions and had done quite well. She was well proportioned and hadn't gone to that point where her sculpting had turned her into a man with the head of an attractive woman. I had seen her pictures and she was a hard but attractive lady nearing six feet. It never got to me that my partner was a bit taller than I. I do admit that some of the guys on our team did kid me about the athletic prowess of my partner. Our talents and dispositions were quite different. Dani with her intense focus on the task at hand and quick temper. I, with my skills in communication and negotiation tempered with a more strategic view of things. We were a good pairing. Our skills were complimentary and always useful. We walked to the baggage claim area with few words. We were mentally dragging after a combination of travel and meetings lasting over forty hours. Finally, our bags, then through immigration and customs quite quickly. "Well, Dani, guess it's that time" knowing I would miss a good partner, friend and confidant. "What time's your flight?" asked Dani. "I won't get out of here until tomorrow afternoon. I'll get a room out here and crash," I replied. The embassy had done a great job getting us this far, but domestic connections for me weren't the best. Dani wrinkled her brow and, in her normal matter-of-fact manner, responded, "Oh no you're not. You're staying at my place. I have to make a call. Watch our stuff." The phones were a few feet away. She punched up the number as she glanced back at me. "Mia?" Dani paused, then I heard her leave a message about our arrival. Her face now reflected disappointment. She dialed another number. "Carol, I'm back. Boo's with me and we need a ride over to my place. Great, see you in a few!" I was grateful for Dani's invitation. I really didn't relish spending the night in one of those unfriendly and overused airport hotels. Not long afterward, Carol whipped her car over to the curb with her trunk lid already popped open. Some quick hugs and we loaded up and off we went. About twenty minutes later we were at Dani's door with Carol excitedly running down the list of things she had done for Dani's homecoming. She had cleaned Dani's place and stocked up on all manner of her favorite foods and drink as well as fresh flowers throughout the townhouse. The house smelled of fresh Virginia air and fresh cut flowers. We opened a bottle of wine and shared a few of our adventures with Carol. I'm sure she saw how worn we looked and could certainly hear our giddiness tattling on our mental exhaustion. She hugged us both tightly, welcoming us home again, and departed. "I've got to get this travel grunge off of me, Dani. Mind if I shower?" "No, go ahead. I was thinking the same thing. Use the bath down the hall. Everything you need should be in the linen closet." I tipped my roller bag over in the middle of the living room, removed my shaving kit, some running shorts and a decent tee and headed down the hall. I passed Dani's home office and found the bath. I stripped down and began looking for a towel in the closet. One large shelf of towels and washcloths and another neatly arranged shelf of cosmetics that didn't fit Dani's simple style. I assumed this was actually Mia's bath and smiled. As I grabbed a towel, I uncovered a slender white vibrator and a rather impressive clear, double-headed dildo. I think I felt a blush, but more from a sense of embarrassment for violating some secret place. I felt another smile and went about my shower. I stood there letting the massaging showerhead beat on my neck and shoulders. I felt so relaxed with the combined effects of the wine and warm shower. I toweled off, pulled on my shorts and tee and headed for the living room. Dani had just finished dialing Mia again. I saw her eyes light up, then be washed over by disappointment again. She neared tears as she left another message for her lover. I had only seen that look one time before when she was beaten down by fatigue and personal hurt. "Hey, Dani, how about some music!" I offered in a not too strong attempt at distracting my friend. Although we had varied tastes in many things, we both really love contemporary jazz and Dani picked out some of her favorite CDs. She looked over her shoulder, smiled as the music began and ambled off down the other hall for her shower. She returned in dark green silk boxers and a cropped tee as I was drifting with the music and wine. "Jeez, Dani, that gut of yours!" I exclaimed viewing the wonders of her conditioned tummy. She collapsed back on the couch pushing that quiet rush of a freshly bathed woman into my nostrils and brain. We opened another bottle and lounged with our feet up on her coffee table. She laid back, sipping the wine, and strumming the sinewy flatness of her tummy with her fingers. "I like my tummy. I worked hard for it," she commented. We were both now drifting in our sea of music and wine. We went over the events of the last few days and months. I'm sure we were both thinking how close we had become. Isolation from those we loved and shared hardships and danger had created an intimacy understood by few. Fatigue was visiting my brain again. "Dani, I've had it. I'm going down for the count. I've got to get some sleep." "Me too," she answered. We finished our wine and she loaded a handful of other CDs into her player. She moved around the island into the kitchen as I began pulling cushions off the couch and the smaller chaise. "Got some sheets, Dani?" "Sure, I'll get them," came the answer. I was down on my knees arranging the jigsaw puzzle of my bed when Dani came back. She looked down at me with the sheets and pillows in her arms and began laughing. "This is stupid, Boo. Follow me." I followed Dani down the other hall toward her room expecting her to show me a futon or something more comfortable than the cushions. She took me to her bedroom with its king-sized bed. "You'll sleep here," the words delivered in true, assertive Dani fashion. "But what will the guys think?" I said chuckling in my referral to the rest of our organization. "Fuck them!" said Dani as we both laughed about our arrangement. "I've got this side," said Dani indicating the side with the phone and remote. "You and I have lived together for months, Boo. Why should we change now?" We laughed together this time. Dani walked down the hall, switched her speakers over to the bedroom. She crawled over me and adjusted the volume. "Nice, just right," offering my opinion. It was early afternoon, but our bodies were whispering 3:00 AM. The light was filtered through the blinds and it was so comfortable. "Night, Boo." "Night Dani," and we did sleep the sleep of the dead. The months of physical exhaustion and mental strain pulled us into darkness. "Oh, Ellie!" my mind muttered, my face at the back of her soft neck. The freshness of her hair invading my nostrils. My left arm draped over Ellie's left hip as I reveled in her closeness, in her warmth. Soon, I could feel my hand cupping her pussy and being rhythmically squeezed by her thighs. "Home at last," I thought as I began to drift off again. I came half-awake, my mind whispering, "Home, home, you're home." My right eye pushed closed against the pillow and my left rolling around taking in the room. My foggy brain now telling me something wasn't right. The feel of the bed, the late afternoon light filtered through the blinds and painting the wall with stripes. Finally, the tautness, the hardness of the body under my arm and in the grasp of my hand. "I'm not at home!" was the silent shout from my brain. "I'm, uh, where...where? I was suddenly very aware of everything as I lay with my arm around Dani's hip and my hand cupping her pussy. A moment of some panic now. I felt the pattern of my breathing change. My senses were now telling me Dani was no longer asleep. I lay there frozen, afraid to move. What would Dani think if she realized it was my hand between her legs? I must have stayed in that position, cuddled against Dani for many minutes. I didn't move and she didn't move. Sleep then captured me again, but only for the reward of the briefest nap. I woke to feel my hand be squeezed again in Dani's strong, warm thighs. I don't believe we even opened our eyes as we began to almost sleepwalk through lovemaking. It did not seem to be a conscious act for either of us. It just began. I was not evaluating now, not making decisions. I was just acting. I pulled Dani's hip toward me and rolled her flat on the bed. I moved my hand upward and massaged her tummy, that wondrous flat tummy before daring to explore under her boxers. For some reason I considered her breasts to be a less natural place to go at this point. My hand sensed as it traveled. Taught skin, muscle, the rougher texture of the waistband of her panties, and the boundary of a small patch of springy pubic hair. "No further," cautioned my brain. Alarms were going off in my head. I was ready for Dani to jump up and scream at me, "What the fuck are you doing Boo?" I froze again, but then came the signal; a gentle snakelike movement of the hips. My hand continued its exploration and found the southern boundary of Dani's pubic hair as it crossed on to the smooth shaven lips of her womanhood. I began a slow, circular massage. Her pussy lips were not very pronounced and felt close to her athletic body. I could feel the warmth of her and I dared a quick adventure along her inner folds. My finger rode over something hard and foreign; a small ring. My finger was answering questions for me and Dani moved again almost in a little fleshquake. I continued with my massage carefully; around and around with my whole hand staying away from her clit. "Mmmm, that's nice," came Dani's first words since we started this unexpected intimacy. I trailed my fingers a bit deeper as her thighs opened more, finding the wetness along her inner lips. Up and down, from top to bottom as she began to open to my hand. The ring, the ring! I had to explore this area. I have never had a lover with a clit ring before. Did I say lover? My brain said Dani and I, at this point, were more needful than loving. A lesbian operator and her straight male partner! This was odd, scary, and exciting all at once. Did we have boundaries? We'll see. I began pulling Dani's boxers down as she raised her hips from the bed. I was then challenged by the relatively tight fit of a pair bikini panties, but she pulled one side down for me then raised her arms up over her head. This shocked me more than anything we had done to this point. My very tough, disciplined Dani now posed in a manner saying, "I trust, I submit." We were guardians for one another in places and situations few have experienced and now we lay here in sexual exploration. The oddity of it all! Here I am reflecting while Dani signals me again with her hips. I slid down near her tummy and gazed across her slightly too-hard and light-striped body. I opened her gently and took the hood of her clit between my thumb and forefinger and began gentile pulling with her ring resting against the top of my finger. My conservative Dani with a clit ring! Amazing! I opened her legs wider and looked up at her. She looked at me smiled, closed her eyes and turned her head to the light, and moved her hips as a low "Mmmm" escaped again. This little sliver of fear kept intruding into my brain. I wanted to do this right for Dani. I wanted this intimacy with her, but I felt inadequate for the first time in my sexual life. As I thought of her shaved lips and ring, I was even more daunted by the fact that Dani had obviously prepared her body for Mia. Now she was left with this straight guy. My erection subsided. I moved up and took Dani in my arms. We had embraced before, but that was as brother and sister. We rolled toward one another and she whispered, "We'll be okay." I pulled up her top and explored her small breasts. They were small but beautiful with the perfect crowns of coral colored nipples responding quickly to my lips and tongue. These little wonders puckered, wrinkled and stood up begging for more attention. My tongue savored the light and not unpleasant taste of Dani's citrus fragrance. Yum! I would have spent more time with these small treasures but passion was building and control was diminishing. I slid down in the bed and began to caress her whole pussy again expecting that my skills might fall well short of those of the lovely Mia. Dani made things easier by opening her legs widely. She began to open to my hand and I placed my mouth covering her completely. I began to lap with a flat tongue, something taught to me by Ellie. Dani was moving up toward my mouth with her hips. She tasted clean, wonderful and sexy. I loved the feel of my tongue moving along her inner lips, picking up her wetness. My lip would occasionally sense her ring, but I continued to avoid her clit. "That's pretty good, Boo," assured Dani. I think she was sensing my lack of confidence. In my wildest thoughts, I could never have imagined eating out a lesbian! I certainly felt out of my league, but would give this everything I had. I continued from bottom to top, traveling the shallow canyons of her sex again and again. I stopped and looked up. Dani looked down and smiled. I looked into her eyes, and used my tongue to pull her ring and swelling clit into my mouth. Our eyes were locked until I sucked, drawing part of her inner lips into my mouth. Dani's eyes closed, her hands went to my head, her hips came up and her head turned suddenly to the right against the pillow. "Slower, Boo, slower," came the gentle instructions from Dani. I went back to slowly lapping and was rewarded by an increasing flow of wetness from Dani. I pulled some pillows down and Dani raised herself. I was beginning to lose some self-control. I wanted her now. I took her hands and placed them at her pussy. She opened herself for me and my tongue pushed as far into her as I could go. I love the warmth and intimacy of oral pleasure. I don't know how long I worked on this labor of oral love, but the bottom of my tongue was feeling tender and Dani's head was moving form side to side with the punctuation of soft moans in her throat. It seemed to be time for an orgasm. I moved upward and drew as much of her into my mouth as I could and used the tip of my tongue on her clit while sucking. "Not yet, not yet, Boo." Dani lifted my head from her gently and rolled toward the nightstand. She opened the drawer and her hand returned with a slender pink vibrator much like the one in the bath. She turned it on and handed it to me, adjusting herself on the pillows. I brought the vibrator across her and it clattered a bit against her ring. I brought it down further and it slid so smoothly into her pussy. I watched the reaction on her face. Ellie and I had our own toys so I was at home with Dani's vibe. I continued my efforts of love, or need. I must have been a little too direct in my approach. Dani gently took my hand pulling the vibrator out of her pussy and guided it so the length of her buzzing friend was sliding up and down her wet slit. "Like that," she said followed by another "Mmmm" of approval. Her face showed her enjoyment of pleasure as she lay with a soft smile and closed eyes. I watched her face intently and, after several minutes, I saw her smile straighten, her breaths quicken and her lid-covered eyes and eyebrows twitching with concentration. "Wait!" Dani exclaimed as she came quickly up on her elbows and smiled down at me. "I hope you don't think I'm greedy, but I need something else." She half turned in the bed stretching for the drawer of her nightstand. She fished around a bit and produced a small bottle of lubricant and a very thick jelly dildo. The length was not unusual, but the girth would have made Ellie squirm. Ellie could handle a lot, but this was a serious tool. I took the dildo from her as we both laughed with that giddiness grown by the revelry of our homecoming, the wine, the exhaustion and our shared need for sex. We were having a great deal of fun and I had almost forgotten Dani's preference for women. I coated the soft pink cock with lubricant as Dani complimented me with, "I see you've had some practice." "Yup," I replied. "Ellie and I have a few toys." Dani fell back on the bed and then did something my mind has replayed many times since. This was one of the most erotic gestures I have ever seen. She spread her legs as widely as she could and, with both hands, spread her pussy until it was stretched wide. "Use them both Boo! I want the vibe on my clit and the dildo in as far as it will go!" I could have done better with three hands but got by with two. I slowly pushed the thick dildo into Dani and she took a deep breath. As wide as she was, this was clearly stretching her opening. "Push it! Put it in deeper! I won't break." At Dani's urging I shoved it in leaving just enough for me to keep a grip on it. I then got the vibe buzzing again and began that massage she showed me earlier. Up and down the length of her. The sounds that I heard from Dani are hard to describe. No words, just a high-pitched whine coming from the back of her throat. As this grew louder she started raising her head off the pillow in almost a stomach crunch and pulled at her already stretched lips. Her hips were also moving. I was doing all I could to control one dildo one vibrator and my building urge to throw them aside and plunge my cock into Dani. I didn't have much time to consider this. Dani suddenly grabbed my hands, pulled the dildo out of her and pushed the vibrator aside. I looked into her eyes wondering what would happen next and she left no doubt. "Eat me. I need it hard, fast and now!" She held herself wide open again, and I took as much of her into my mouth as I could and sucked hard with my tongue moving quickly on her clit. She grabbed my head pulling it into her very hard and clamped her thighs on my head rolling to her left side and carrying me with her. I heard her muffled scream, which coincided with her vise-like grip on my head. After some seconds had passed, she relaxed a bit, but I kept working my mouth. She relaxed more and her thighs opened. I could feel her pulling away a bit and knew she was ultrasensitive. I released her lips and slowed my tonguing. Dani grabbed my head and gently pulled me from her. The Homecoming "Boo, that was fantastic! Ellie's a lucky woman." My sometimes delicate male ego swelled with a bit of pride. My mind told me, from a purely sexual perspective, I just got an "A" from a professor of pussy eating. Actually, it was just wonderful to give Dani and I what we both needed. Companionship and wonderful sex. Dani fell back, cuddled into the pillows and drifted into a post-orgasmic nap curled like a feline in the twisted bedding. I looked down at my hard cock and thought, "Not tonight." I cuddled up against Dani and held her, listening to the air rush out of my wondrous partner-warrior-lover. I didn't sleep. I replayed the events of the day and this odd afternoon. My first and probably only time with a lesbian. My brain was having an intellectual chuckle over this as Dani's eyes opened. "Your turn, Boo." Dani looked down at my cock, something she had not done earlier. She reached for me then looked in my eyes. "I know what you're thinking, Boo. Twice, both times in high school with two different guys. The first guy hurt me and the second was just inconsiderate and immature. By the time I was a senior, I realized that I loved women especially my first lover, Jan. She was a college freshman and introduced me to the wonders of women. I've never been with a man since." Dani grabbed my cock and began stroking me so hard I thought she was going to pull something loose. I took her hand and showed her what I needed. She was a patient pupil. She watched her hand and my cock and stopped stroking me as I began to leak a large amount of pre-cum. She looked closer almost like examining a display in a museum. I laughed out loud. "No, I didn't Dani." "Oh," she said and giggled a bit. "Put it in, Boo." I really wasn't sure about this. I had enjoyed our sexual adventure up to this point and didn't want to ruin things. "Come on Boo, I'm ready." "Okay Dani, but you get on top and move the way you'd like." Dani stopped stroking me pushed me over almost playfully onto my back and straddled me. I reached down and my cock slid into her warm wetness. Wow, this felt so good. Dani moved so naturally. In part because of her athletic ability and the rest I suspected due to her experience in lovemaking with Mia. Dani was really moving now and then she stopped and looked down into my eyes. We were just enjoying our bodies joined together. I pulled her down to me and we hugged. Then we did something we had not done through these last two hours or so. We kissed. I rolled Dani over and slowly let my cock pull out of her. "This might be better for you Dani," as I guided her hand to my slippery cock. She smiled again and began stroking me. She stared right into my eyes and watched. It seemed like she didn't blink. The speed of her hand increased and the pressure of her grip as well. "Tell me when, Boo." "Okay, it won't be long with that hand of yours. That is very nice, Dani." The feelings and pressure built and I looked into Dani's eyes and almost whispered, "Now!" She stroked me as fast as she could and pulled me toward her stomach. I came so hard, I shook a bit. "Dani, that was really intense. I loved it. What I did to you and what you did to me." She looked down at her hand and rolled onto her back. I realized that she was curious maybe uncomfortable about this man liquid that was all over her stomach, hands and sheet. "Be right back, Dani." I jumped up, went to her bath and returned with a towel. Dani had remained in the same position. I wiped her hand and stomach gently. "Come here, Boo. Let's rest." I don't know which of us fell asleep first but the cumulative effects of all that we had experienced caught us. We fell asleep in each other's arms. Morning came with the sound of birds through the open windows. Dani got up first. My beautiful naked warrior standing over the bed, hands on hips, and smiling. "Mornin', Boo." "Mornin', Dani." We made breakfast together and chatted about being home again. We went through the rest of the motions for our parting. Dani called a cab. I packed. We made sure we had each other's correct addresses, numbers, emails and all. I could feel the sadness creeping in. I think Dani sensed it as well. I was relieved to hear the phone. I looked to Dani and watched her face light up. "Mia's on her way." "Great Dani. I know you were really disappointed when we got in yesterday." "It showed?" "Sure did, Dani. I know you love Mia. I'm happy for you." Dani sat down next to me, leaned against me and kissed my cheek. "I'm going to miss you, Boo. Think we'll ever do a mission together again?" "I don't know, Dani. But we never know, do we?" The phone rang again some minutes later. The taxi was outside. Dani walked me to her door. We held each other tightly and then we kissed. Just a nice long kiss. We wouldn't look at each other. Not directly anyway. It is the way of people like Dani and I. Our last words in whispers. "Bye White Pine." "Bye Tracer." As I put my bag in the trunk, I looked up to see Dani standing on her balcony, looking first to me and waving goodbye, then to Mia, now bounding up the short flight of stairs. Dani disappeared through the sliding doors. "Which terminal, sir?" "Delta." Four hours later I was finally home with Ellie. I threw my bag up on the bed while Ellie was getting some wine and preparing a special dinner. I was digging around in my bag for the small bottle of perfume I had purchased in the embassy gift shop. I always brought something home for Ellie. Something caught my eye. Dani's green lace panties! They still smelled of her fresh body. Dani was usually very business like, but always delighted in practical jokes. I thought a moment about this "gift." I accepted it as a memento of a visit, a visit to an unusual place. A land I never thought I would walk in. A nice place to visit anyway. I went down the hall to my small shop and opened a small cedar box. I placed Dani's panties there with my other memorabilia. I took time to pick up a beautiful black stocking with a butterfly and rhinestones. Another memory and an evening with Mercedes and Elise so many miles from home. I closed the box. Time to return to my very normal life. "Be right there, hon," I said as I slid my box back into its niche. I still loved Ellie. I always will. She understood me and tolerated my sometimes abrupt departures and unexpected returns. I have heard infrequently from Danielle. For about one year I served as a professional mentor for her career. Today, I could find her if I wished, but I will let fate carry us. The Homecoming I moved away from home when I was eighteen and it was three years later when I returned home for a visit. My parents had planned a big party for the family. All of my cousins showed up along with my aunts and uncles. Then my aunt Lynn showed up. I had always had a crush on her as I grew up. I think her ass is one of the reasons I'm so turned on by a shapely bottom today. I was a little upset by the way she dressed, she wore a long sun dress that went to her knees. However when she passed by the large glass sliding door and the light showed her outline. I could tell that her sexy legs had not changed much. I just wished it had shown the outline of her ass. I also found out that she was now divorced and liked to go out dancing. Later during the party as we all sat around talking a drinking beer I mentioned that I would like to go out that night and check out some of the local nightclubs, aunt Lynn spoke up quickly and said she would love to show me around. Everyone laughed and told me I would have my hands full trying to keep up with her when she had her party shoes on. I just laughed with them and said "I could keep up with the best of them." Lynn just gave me a smile and said "We will just have to see about that." That night as I was shaving, wearing just a towel around my waist mom when walked in. "You have grown into quite the young man." Before I could say anything, she kept talking. "I want you to keep your eye on your aunt tonight. I have heard some wild tales about her since the divorce." "Like what mom?" "Well I don't like to spread rumors but I heard she has a thing for younger men. So you let me know how she acts tonight, Ok." "Ok, I will." As mom left the room she gave my ass a playful slap. "Now you have some fun tonight, dear," When I arrived and she opened the door I about passed out. She answered the door wearing a very tight black mini skirt and a purple top that showed some very ample cleavage. "Wow. You look outstanding aunt Lynn." I stammered. "Well I didn't think you would have wanted to be seen tonight with some prudish looking old lady." She laughed. "Well aunt Lynn with the way you are dressed. I don't think we will even get the chance to talk." "Why do you say that, dear?" "All the guys will be after you to dance all night long." I laughed. "Oh, well lets make a rule then. Let's say tonight is a date and I will be just with you. So if you like we will go on the other side of town and make a night of it, ok?" I didn't want to read anything into it, but on a date there was always the chance of sex. She sat down on the couch to put on her high heels. The mini skirt rode higher on her silky thighs and when she looked up, she caught my wandering eyes. "One other thing dear. You better drop the Aunt Lynn tonight. That might mess up a date if someone over heard us at the bar." She giggled as her hands smoothed the skirt down. All night at the club I would catch men staring at Lynn's legs and cleavage. Then they would look at me and some even gave me a thumbs up sign. Once while I was in the bathroom I over heard two guys talking about the lady in the purple top. One said that he thought her name was Lynn and if I was. Her young date was going to have some fun tonight. He said one of his friends took her home one night and he said she just couldn't get enough cock. The first slow song of the night came on as I walked out of the bathroom. Lynn came running toward me. "Come on and dance I have been waiting for a slow song all night, sweetheart." Her firm tits pressed into my chest and her pelvic was grinding into my crotch with the beat of the music. The tip of her tongue was gliding over her lips as she looked up at me. "Remember we are on a date." She whispered to me. "You can move your hands if you want too." My hands slid down over the curve of her ass and gave it a slight squeeze. I could not believe how firm it was. I had dated girls my age that didn't have an ass that firm and tight. My cock started to grow. The harder I got the more she would grind into it. Now I had been told from the girls I have dated that I might not have a long cock but I had more girth than anyone they ever had fucked. I guess Lynn noticed that also. "Is that thing folded in half or are you just blessed, baby?" I gripped her ass cheeks harder and smiled down at her. I was glad the dance floor was packed because she was grinding over me like a stripper doing a lap dance. As the song ended, she covered my mouth with hers. Our tongues danced in each others mouth until the last note of the song. Then her hand cupped the bulge in my pants. "Take me home now, stud." As I was driving, her hand was busy rubbing my bulge. "Oh I can't wait, take the next right to the lake." She squealed as her hand unzipped me and pulled my hard cock out in one quick motion. Before I could make the turn, her head was in my lap. I felt her wet mouth wrapped around the fat head. I knew it was a half mile to the lake and with the rate of her head bobbing on my cock it would be all over by the time I got there. Her moans were vibrating on the head and the slurping sounds drowned out the radio. As I parked the car, I could feel my balls swelling. Before I could do anything, it was pumping hot cum into her hungry mouth. Her moans were louder as she sucked every drop of cum my cock had to offer. After a few minutes more of her experienced sucking she sat up and looked at me. The lust look on her face told me it was far from over. "I want you to know that theirs has never been a cock that I could not deep throat until now. So I expect that I have never had a cock that will stretch me like yours will." Then she got out of the car and walked to the front of the hood. I got out and followed, walking up to her. "Let me put on a show to get that sweet thing hard again." She giggled. She spread her thighs and pulled her thong panties into the wet lips of her sweet pussy. As she was grinding her hips, I watched the thong snapping over her very hard clit. "Do you like my pussy baby?" "Oh yes I love your pussy, but I must tell you that I have always been in love with your perfect ass." She quickly stood up and turned around, raising her mini skirt and exposed the ass that I stroked my cock too while growing up. I grabbed the thong and pulled it deep into her ass cheeks. She jumped and grabbed the edge of the hood tighter. I slapped the firm cheek then ripped the thong off her quickly. Moving behind her I rubbed the fat head along her soaking pussy lips. Then pushed the head into her, watching her lips stretching around the shaft. Gripping my hands on her tiny waist I pushed half into her. "Oh shitttt!" She screamed. With that I pushed every inch into her awaiting pussy. I was glad we was out in the country because she screamed so loud. I thought I had hurt her so I stopped. "Don't you dare stop, fuck my tight pussy, show me what I have been missing!" My hands gripped her hips as I started thrusting into her harder. Her animal grunts grew louder as my cock glided in and out of her soaking pussy. Her firm ass cheeks didn't ever ripple as my body slammed into it. Looking down at her beautiful ass I couldn't help myself but to slap it with my hand. "Oh, Oh Yes use my cunt!" I was moving as fast as I could, her pussy making sucking sounds as I reamed her pussy faster. My big balls was slapping her clit each thrust. I lube my thumb up with the juices flowing from her pussy the pressed it against her tight ass. Her ass was bucking back into me as I pushed my thumb into her ass. "Oh yessssss, Oh yessssss, I am cummingggg." I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as I blasted my cum deep into her pussy. We both collapsed on the hood of my car. The next morning when mom woke me up she asked if Aunt Lynn had wandering eyes. I just smiling and said, no she was just perfect.