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The Story of Us

By: KyBedroomEyes



I opened the back door and let out a startled gasp. Standing in front of me was someone whose face I had seen only in my dreams for so long .. Jennifer?

After all this time of thinking about her, I could only stand there speechless. Not knowing quiet what to say, I stepped back and quietly motioned for her to come in. We spent a few long moments drinking in the sight of one another, then went into my bedroom.

After a couple of long games of throwing darts, at long last she stepped to me as we met with a deep but tentative kiss. Stepping back, she smiled and bit her bottom lip, perhaps to see if this was some kind of crazy dream.

We talked quietly for a few hours, just catching up and getting to know one another a little more intimately. After a few stolen kisses, the sexual tension was so thick between us that it hung all around us like a thick fog. She watched me out of the corner of her eye and felt the heat rise up in her.

When she noticed me look in her direction, she motioned for me to come closer. As I cautiously moved in, she felt something wild blossom inside her. She wasted no time with the niceties of a seduction, just whispered "Greg" and clung to me like her whole life depended on it.

We began tasting each other hesitantly at first and then growing more greedy as our needs rose. She kissed me with a wild abandonment she had never felt before. Running her fingernails slowly down my spine, and listening as a little moan escaped my throat, she felt as if she owned me.

Breaking away from my lips, she started planting small kisses along my neck. Trailing her tongue along my jawline, she gasped in pleasure as a shudder ran through me and I laid back as if granting her permission to ravish me.

After wanting me for so long, she accepted my silent invitation and rose to peel my shirt off and run her fingers along my chest. As much as she wanted me now, she wanted to savor the taste of me and enjoy the feel of my muscles rippling underneath her fingertips.

Slowly she gently scraped her nails down my belly and up my back, her mouth following close behind kissing and licking, as much to soothe as to taste the magnificent creature standing before her. She wanted to make me want her more than I ever had another woman.

Quickly, without hesitation, she grabbed the button of my jeans with her teeth and with one fluid movement deftly opened the button. Grabbing me around the waist, she started trailing kisses and quick nips of her teeth gently around the waistband of my unbuttoned pants. I was moaning quietly now and my breathing had become labored as I watched her slowly unzip my pants and slide them to the floor.

She stood up and looked at me for several minutes before smiling and dropping to her knees to sample the taste of my throbbing cock. It was as if pleasuring me was what she was born to do. She grasped my dick in one hand and slowly lowered her mouth to feast on the bounty that had been placed before her.

She traced the head of my dick with a flickering tongue and enjoyed the surge of warmth that flooded her when I let out a startled gasp, followed by an animal-like growl that told her she was doing it well. Slowly she lowered her mouth onto me and slid up and down the entire shaft of my dick, enjoying the feel of me in her mouth as I tangled my fingers through her hair and begged her not to stop.

She tongued my dick like a mother cat licking her young and loved it when a whispered "Oh God" escaped from my mouth. Planting my hands firmly on her shoulders, I pushed her gently back and asked her to undress for me.

She stood with a fluid motion and slowly started unbuttoning her shirt and delicately running her fingertips over her exposed skin, bringing chill bumps to her overheated body. As I leaned toward her to sample her flesh, she backed away and resumed her slow, seductive strip tease as I lay on my back and watched.

My breath caught in my throat as she slid her pants down to reveal no panties underneath. Standing there naked before me, she felt herself get wet and moved over to allow me to taste the woman I had waited so long for.

I pulled her on the bed and began exploring her body slowly, savoring the taste of her skin and growing harder from hearing the gasp and moans escaping from her lips. As I drove her toward unexplored peaks, she reached down between her legs and started rubbing her swollen clit as I sucked on her hard nipples.

Pleasure and hot, wet heat surged through her and she pushed me back on the bed and lay close beside me as she took my throbbing cock in her mouth once again and placed her hand back on her clit. Since I had never had such a great blow job, I just decided to lay back and enjoy it.

She loved the smell of my skin, the taste of my dick, and the feel of my stomach muscles clenching at the anticipation of what was left to come. I stopped her once again and told her I wanted to see her masturbate for me.

ONLY ME ... she obligingly licked her fingertips and placed them inside her tight, wet pussy as I laid there dumbfounded while she finger fucked herself. Listening to her moan was sending me closer to the edge and I wanted to make her come like she never had before.

I removed her hand and took my place at her feet as I begged her to let me sample her flavor. I licked and sucked her clit and pussy, and always stopped right before her release.

After switching places once again for a 69 position, she rolled over on top of me and licked and kissed my mouth still wet with her juices. "I want to drive you crazy" she told me as she gathered my wrists above my head and slowly lowered her hot wet pussy onto my long hard fat throbbing cock.

Slowly up and down she rode me, whsipering my name over and over as she reached up to grasp her hard nipple and flick it between her fingers. Seeing her on top of me sliding her pussy up and down my cock and grinding her clit into my pubic bone, moaning my name over and over again almost drove me over the edge.

I held on to my sanity and tried to enjoy the ride as she started moving faster and faster, her pussy walls clinging to my dick, milking it as she got closer to release. Finally, with an "Oh God Greg" echoing throughout the room, she came hard with her insides tugging on my dick as her eyes rolled back in her head. I couldn't stand it any longer and let go with one final thrust and filled her full of my hot seed.

Rolling apart for a moment to catch our breath, she laid her head on my chest, looked up into my eyes and told me she loved me so much it's scary and then with our bodies intertwined, we fell asleep in each others arms. As I awoke, I looked for her, but she was gone and I was alone in my bed .. missing her, wanting her, and loving her! While she lay in her bed, missing, needing, and loving me.

The Story of Us



The day of The Dance finally came. Actually, come to think of it, it was not a dance at all! It was just a huge party that was held annually at one of the mansions in the neighborhood and everyone was invited to it. Nobody knows when the exact date of The Dance was. Hell, none of us knew who the organizers were because the mansion where The Dance was held had no records of any owners, dead or alive. The mansion stayed empty throughout the year, except for one night, the night everyone looked forward to. Whoever the organizers were, they threw a heck of a party because it would be, without a doubt, the most talked about party before the next one, hence, the name. All of us would only know about The Dance the day before, when posters of it would be plastered everywhere around the neighborhood with the details of The Dance emblazoned on its' black background. This year The Dance had the theme of a Costume Masquerade set out. And that was where the problem laid.

I had been thinking of coming up with a decent outfit with the clothes I already had, but everything that I matched together was just not good enough. I could buy a costume, I had seen an amazing Knight costume at the store, but I was saving up for university. I worked as both a barista at Starbucks and a roofer. Ever since my parents split up, I had been living independently in my own apartment. I sighed. I guessed it was just fate that I would give this year's a miss.

I walked into the bathroom and stripped my clothes off my body before stuffing them into the laundry basket. I stood in the shower, turned on the tap and there was a loud gushing noise as a torrent of warm water rained down on me from the shower head. The torrent cascaded down my body and I could feel each and every water droplet race down my torso, taking away all the tension as well as stress in my muscles, leaving nothing but comfort. I stood under the shower for awhile and let the warmth of the water seep into my skin. When I figured I was warm enough, I stepped out and towelled myself dry.

I entered my room in a cloud of steam and put on a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. Clad in my boxers, I took out a bottle of absinthe from the mini fridge in my room and I could feel my eyes widen in delight as I feasted my eyes on the emerald green liquid. I walked back to my desk and pulled open a drawer. Nestled in the deep soft folds of black velvet was a single flute glass as well as a slotted spoon that had a dragon motif cut out through the centre of it. I took both of them out and placed them on the desk. I reached deeper into the drawer and took out a small sachet of sugar cubes that had been soaked in absinthe for eight weeks earlier. With all the materials I needed, I was ready for the ritual.

Some called it a gimmick, but it worked fine for me. I closed my eyes and centred my breathing, slowing it down to the steady regular beat of my heart to form a harmonious melody. I siphoned my mind of any thoughts, clearing any unwanted stray thoughts, leaving behind a black void of nothing. I opened my eyes, ready. I did everything slowly and patiently, not rushing into it. I wanted the ritual to calm me and centre my inner being. I unscrewed the bottle of absinthe and measured a shot of it into the flute glass, watching the green liquid swirl in the flute glass. I placed the slotted spoon on the rim of the flute glass and placed a single soaked sugar cube on it. I stroke a match, brought it close to the sugar cube and watched it catch fire instantly. Calmly, I dropped the sugar cube into the flute glass and the alcohol in the absinthe shot caught on fire. Tongues of green flames leapt up from the flute glass as the alcohol burnt brilliantly. I kept my breathing slow and steady as I waited for all the alcohol to burn, watching the dancing emerald flames. When the tongues of emerald flames were extinguished, I took the slotted spoon off the rim and swirled the flute glass thrice. I brought the flute glass to my lips and took a sip. I closed my eyes.

I rolled my tongue all over the sip, tasting the Holy Trinity as they sang angelically on my taste buds. They serenaded with delight and my heart sang out with pride as minute explosions of flavors exploded onto my tongue, tasting grande wormwood, green anise and florence fennel. I swallowed the fiery concoction and I could feel it leave behind a trail of blazing white fire on my throat as it slid down. I opened my eyes. Now, that was good absinthe. And that was when it hit me. I knew what to wear for The Dance. It may not be the best outfit out there, but it was a showstopper, at least I hope it to be.

I put on a tight fitting black shirt and slipped into a pair of black running tights that ended just before my knees. I laced up a pair of white Nike sneakers and pulled on a pair of black fingerless leather gloves. Finally, I put on a black Venetian masquerade eye mask before appraising my twenty-two year old reflection in the mirror. I was quite pleased with the end result.

The tight fitting black shirt I had on was able to capture the amazing body I had underneath as the soft black fabric subtly defined the contours of each and every one of my abdominal muscles, bringing a smile onto my lips. Not being egoistic or anything, but I was proud of my body, it was all natural, not a result of something pharmaceutical, unlike some of the gym rats I knew. The black running tights I wore hugged my legs like a second skin as they showcased my calves in honor, they were my pride and joy. My silky smooth chocolate brown hair, like warm hot cocoa frozen in time, was neatly spiked up on the crown of my head. I was blessed with alabaster white skin that had neither a hint nor a speck of imperfection, making me look, as my friends described, like I had been a marble statue in Greece that had been brought to life by the hands of a skilled artist. I have a Greek nose, perfectly straight with no curves or hook like shape, and I guessed that enhanced the descriptions my friends gave me. The mask hid the fine outlines of my cheekbones but it did place a much bigger emphasis on my angular jaw. I guess the only thing that gave my identity away were my eyes. I have mismatched eyes as a result of a rare birth defect, yellow on the left and gold on the right. Growing up had been a wild ride for me.

I was bullied in school for my sexuality and my eyes. I remembered when I was young, especially in my teens, I used to be ashamed of my eyes because I was teased about it in school. Weirdo, alien, freak, those few words continuously echoed in my mind, haunting my sleeps as I was bombarded by them every day. I remembered wearing sunglasses to school, hiding my eyes from the world, yet I was still taunted about it. As time passed, I learned to embrace them, shedding my sunglasses and boasted them to the world. It gave me a sense of individuality and made me feel unique. As for my sexuality, I remembered being labelled "Queer" in school, being bullied in more ways than one to the point that I even contemplated suicide. But then, I thought to myself, if I did just that, I would let them win and I refused to bow down to them. So, I chose to ignore them, putting on an expressionless face when they insulted me, being stoic to their tease. And you know what? It stopped. I took all of it, my strengths, my weaknesses, my sexuality, everything into my stride and accepted them because they made me who I am today. I learnt that it was these small imperfections that make people different and beautiful in their own way.

I finished the rest of my drink and I could feel my insides burn as the rocket fuel ignited my body, keeping my body warm. Satisfied with my outfit, I left my apartment without a backward glance and made my way towards the mansion. I was the only person out on the streets at night. I guessed I was one of the late ones, but who cares? When it came to partying, time ceased to exist. I calmly walked towards the mansion, enjoying the winter night time scenery with nothing but the heat of the absinthe keeping me warm. Before I knew it, I reached the mansion and could hear Rihanna's "Where Have You Been" blasting out of speakers as splashes of neon lights as well as strobe lights illuminated out of the mansion's windows. I made my way into the mansion and headed straight for the open bar, pushing through dancing sweaty bodies, as they jumped to the next fist-pumping up-beat techno music.

"Hey!"

"Watch it, ass!"

"Dude, what the fuck?" Those were the kind of eruptions I heard behind me as I shoved my way through the throbbing mass of flesh but I did not care. I was just a nonentity in the dark fabric of time. I finally reached the open bar and saw the bartender looking at me as he took in my outfit. He was garbed in a black hooded robe and was wearing a skull mask as he held onto a fake bloodstained scythe. I smiled at the thought of looking Death in the eye.

"Not bad. What'll you have?" he drawled in a thick Southern accent. Unfortunately, the open bar did not serve absinthe for that year because of its' high alcoholic content and made people pass out too early last year, destroying the fun of The Dance. Disappointed, I decided to order the Seven Deadly Sins and did not regret it.

It was chocolate served seven different ways, it could not get any better than that, now, could it? It was chocolate liquor served in a glass made out of Belgian dark chocolate and it came with a straw of the same make as well as a Swiss milk chocolate mousse swirl floating on the liquor. It was garnished with a drizzle of homemade dark chocolate ganache, a thick blanket of chocolate powder and a rain of Swiss milk chocolate bits. I took a sip and it was as though I had been lifted off my seat before being whisked away to Heaven. The drink was simply the epitome of decadence. I worked my way through it slowly, letting each piece of chocolate interact with one another as I committed the Heavenly sinful treat to my memory, savoring every bite and crumble as I licked the plate clean. It was every chocoholic's dream and I enjoyed every moment of it.

I turned my back towards the bar and looked onto the dance floor, eyeing for a treat as I felt the aphrodisiac working its magic, spiking my blood as well as my inner being with testosterone. I could feel the pain in my groin build up as I felt my erect cock grow hard, forming an obvious bulge in my black running tights. I needed a steal, I figured, something that would make me remember the night.

"Enchante," a voice called out to me. I turned to my right and realized I was so caught up in finding a treat that I had not seen one slide up to me. He was wearing a soft black turtleneck that subtly hinted at the body he had underneath and a pair of black baggy jeans that managed to delicately outline his muscular legs. He was wearing a pair of black leather gloves as well as a pair of black combat boots. I would have been able to see his face if he was not wearing a black ski mask and where his eyes were, sat a pair of black mirrored wraparound sunglasses, masking him in a shroud of anonymity that exuded an immense amount of power as he analyzed me, taking in every single detail as he committed them to memory. Somehow, his entire being stirred something within me and I could feel my tights growing tighter at certain areas. I squirmed around, trying to hide my cock that was increasingly getting harder and forming a huge bulge, but it was no use, the bulge was way too apparent. I could not help it. 

He was my darkest fantasy realized, one that prowled my sleepless nights when I would stroke my own cock to it. I could hear his light regular breathing, a stark contrast to mine that was hard and rapid at the close proximity between us. I gasped sharply when he grabbed my bulge and massaged it sensually with a black leather gloved hand as he leaned in close to my ear.

"Do you need a hand?" he asked and I could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"Yes," I gasped out hungrily. He took me by the wrist, firmly but softly, and I felt my skin buzz with electricity at the feel of his black leather gloved hand on my skin. He led me deeper into the mansion, bringing me through the labyrinth of corridors. Doors leading to endless rooms past us as the music of the party slowly ebbed away before totally disappearing, leaving us in silence except for the sound of our breathing.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked. He stopped before a door and turned to look at me. I tried to decipher the eyes behind those black mirrored wraparound sunglasses but all I got was my reflections staring back at me.

"Hell," he replied. I opened my mouth to reply but he grabbed my arms and we burst through the door. He threw me onto the bed roughly and kicked the door closed behind him. We peeled off each others' clothes off but he left me in my black Calvin Klein boxers only. I left him in his black Armani boxers and kept his ski mask as well as his black leather gloves on him. Damn it, he was beautiful. He had skin the color of warm caramel and it was so flawless that it put mine to shame as it glistened with his natural oils. He had large pectoral muscles on his chest, but it was really his abdominal muscles that stole the show, they were beautifully cut and majestically ripped as they gleamed in the moonlight. He had huge arm muscles the size of baseballs, flaunting the immense power he had in them. He had magnificent leg muscles that looked so succulent as they rippled gracefully with every move he made, surely he was the envy of every guy and the yearn of every woman. Tonight, my fantasy would be truly realized.

He held my hips down onto the bed and slipped the black Calvin Klein boxers off my legs, letting the smooth cotton play across my skin as my body rocked with lust. He released my cock like a wild animal from its' cage and it stood in the pristine white moonlight that filtered through the window, all eight inches erected proudly before him as he rolled up his ski mask, just enough to reveal the soft tender full lips that he had been hiding underneath, as though he had been anticipating that very moment. Without any hesitation, he leaned in, his soft tender lips, that looked so luscious in the moonlight, parting. The next thing I knew, I was lost in hot wetness and suction.

Better than any weed I smoked, better than any of my regular fucks, or jacking off sessions with my friends, for that matter, his oral abilities were absolutely amazing! I could feel thin rivulets of my own precum slide down the length of my shaft only to be licked by the soft mass that was his tongue. He wrapped his tongue around my shaft slowly, letting the soft caress of his tongue and the skin of my cock merge into a single being that made me moan with desire repeatedly. He pressed the tip of my cock onto his tongue and it sent endless waves of passion down the length of my spine as it sent lecherous pulses to every point in my body. My God, that was amazing!

I felt my eyes rolled up in sheer ecstasy as I felt every pulse hit every erogenous points within me. He returned to my cock, slowly sliding himself in and out of me as he sucked eagerly, making me harder than I ever was before. I gasped at the pain but it only fuelled him further, his speed growing faster and faster. I felt it building up within me, a warm sensation that slowly spread through my body, like a dragon slowly unfurling its' wings in all of its' majestic glory. "I'm about..." I panted, and still he went faster. I exploded into him, hot spurts of my white hot precious cum entered his throat. "Mmmm..." he sighed as he licked all of it up.

He slid out with a slurp and crawled onto me as I panted from my explosive release. I draped my arms around his neck and he held my arms down onto the bed as we leaned close to each other, our lips inches away. Suddenly, I felt a warm spray all over my face, jarring me out of the moment. I thought he had swallowed my cum, but he had only collected it in his mouth and had sprayed it all over me. He leaned down into my face and I moaned with pleasure as I felt him trail his swift tongue along my entire face, licking up all of my cum again as he slobbered all over me, setting my whole face ablaze wherever his tongue touched.

I felt his soft tender lips sucking on the skin of my neck and I sighed with concupiscence as my body spasmed in his strong arms. I pulled him off my neck, peeling him away from my neck as he flicked out his tongue hungrily at me. I planted a huge kiss on his lips and we danced in each others' mouth. I chased him in his own mouth, touching every crevice and fissure with my tongue, making sure that I left my mark in his mouth as I explored the foreign land before me. He tasted heavenly, of my own cum, and what a deliciously sweet erotic flavor it was! It fuelled our salacious drive as we carried on. He managed to gracefully evade my capture multiple times. I pushed his head deeper into me and slipped my tongue into his throat, letting the tip touch the back of it before sliding down into it. He gagged slightly and it gave him newfound energy to conquer me. He slowly wrapped my tongue with his and I moaned into him as he sucked on me earnestly. We parted and I saw that his lips were swollen, as was mine.

"Fuck me," I told him greedily. "Fuck me senseless, please," I begged him. He grabbed a fistful of my hair in his black leather gloved hand and I winced.

"When I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk, asswipe," he snarled in a husky whisper. I gulped. I have to admit, that was frightening. He flipped me onto my stomach, exposing my ass towards him. He slapped them and I felt pinpricks of pain explode onto my skin from the sting as they turned a bright scarlet.

"Nice ass, kid," he told me, but all I managed to reply was a moan. He slapped my cheeks repeatedly, going harder and faster with every slap he landed on me, turning my moans of pain into ones that were of joy. My cheeks stung and I could feel them vibrate after the torment, but I did not care. Suddenly, I felt a soft mass probing my hole and I sighed into the sheets as he excavated every nook and cranny within me with his tongue. I felt him spread my cheeks wide as he drove deeper into me and I pushed my butt into him. His long tongue touched my special spot and I kicked my heels with euphoria as I let a long moan escape my lips. He landed another blow to my cheeks, the hardest one yet, and I cried out in anguish as he rubbed them sensually with his black leather gloved hands, soothing me.

"Yeah, nice and sweet, just how I like them to be," he told me. He reached under me and brought out my hard cock. It was then did I realize he had taken off his black leather gloves. I could feel it throb with the thirst of an orgasm in his fingertips and I knew he had noticed it too.

"Look at that sucker go!" he purred and he began stroking me sensuously, letting the silky soft cool skin of his fingertips unite with the skin of my cock to form a whole new entity that made me sigh as I kicked my heels, an attempt to quench that lewd thirst, to sate that lascivious appetite. He gradually increased his pace and before long, I knew both my cock as well as his hand was gleaming with my precum as I heard the squeak of his rhythm against it. I felt the familiar sentient build up within me, feeling the dragon slowly unfurl its' wings in all of its' majestic glory within me as the warm sensation spread through my entire system. I found myself sliding myself in and out of his grasp and I realized how badly I wanted it, how badly I wanted him.

"Ahh..." I let out as I felt hot spurts of my own cum shoot out of my system and onto the sheets. Just as relief washed over me, I felt an agonizing explosion of indescribable pain burst out within me as he shoved an entire fist into my hole. I let out a scream of agony and it was quickly stifled by a clamp of his glossy hand over my mouth.




The Story of Us



He laid on top of my back and whispered huskily into my ear, "Shh... Breathe, kid," he told me. Somehow, the feel of the heat of his breath on my ear seemed to calm me and I did as I was told. I breathed slowly, inhaling the erotic smell of my own cum in his slick hand as he slid his hand in and out of my hole, slowly turning my throes of torment into raptures of ravishment. I flicked out my tongue and brushed it lightly against his hand, tasting my deliciously sweet cum as I melted into him. He reached deeper and I winced at the pain, but once he touched my special spot, relief washed over me like how a constructive wave crashed onto the shore, bringing with it the rich sediments as well as silt. He slid out of me and it was finally over, or so I thought.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair in his hand and roughly pulled me to the floor. I fell in a crumpled heap as he stood over me, clad in nothing but his black Armani boxers as well as his ski mask. There was a large wet spot on his black Armani boxers and I realized it was his precum. My God. His cock was splendid. It was rock hard and erect, a grand length of ten inches, pressed against his boxers as they pulsated with lasciviousness, and I could see every popped vein in it. I swallowed. Truly, he was one of God's finest gifts to mankind and it was humbling to be in his presence. It was an honor to bask in his air of confidence that radiated from his very core. I grabbed the hem of his black Armani boxers and pulled it down, liberating his hard erect cock, like a lazy panther stretching out in the warm caress of the Sun, as it dripped with his own precum. As I watched the tiny streams of his gold dribble down the length of his shaft, I felt my mouth salivate as a voracious hunger was rekindled in me. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him within me. I gladly took the entire thing into my mouth, feeling the tip touch the back of my throat as I fought my natural gag reflex. Surprisingly, he pushed himself deeper into me and I could feel the tip sliding down into my throat, inducing a soft gag from me. I slid out to regain myself and I did not see it coming.

It came swift and hard as he backhanded me, sending me flying to the floor. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and held my face close to his masked face as I let out a cry.

"Listen, asshole," he sneered. "You take this cock like a man, or I will break your neck like it was toothpick. Understand?" he commanded. I glanced at his arm muscles, seeing their veins popping and I nodded silently. I believed him. I returned to his cock. I slowly wrapped my tongue along the length of his shaft, letting the lump of flesh that was my tongue send him tingles of zest before sucking on it eagerly, licking up his deliciously sweet gold as I heard his light regular breathing change to passionate sighs and gasps. He grabbed my hair tightly in his hands as I slid in and out of him while he thrusted himself into me. I licked ardently, not wasting a single drop of his gold which made me crave for the greatness of his white gold, making me even more keen at milking him. His cock gleamed with my saliva and I increased my pace.

"You had better swallow, you shameless bastard," his voice came out raspy. He exploded into me. I felt a river of his white hot precious white gold enter my mouth and man, was it tasty! It was sweeter than honey or sugar, stronger than the alcohol in absinthe or the caffeine in coffee, creamier than any dessert I had ever eaten. My God, he was a walking elixir. I swallowed graciously and could feel the thick creamy white gold slide down my throat smoothly, as though it belonged there. I cleaned him up nicely and slid out. Spent and exhausted, we lay in each others' arms on the bed, as we melted into one another. I was facing his masked face. He ran the back of his hand down the side of my face before tracing the lines of my cheekbones, rocking my body with pleasure as I felt goosebumps appear along the length of my back. I took his hand and brought them close to my lips before kissing them tenderly.

"So," I began. "Do I get to see my masked stranger?" He remained silent. I reached for his ski mask hesitantly as a scene of him backhanding me again flashed before my mind's eye. But I could not feel any hostility from him, only affectionate and love seemed to rule his entire being. I slipped the ski mask off his head and I felt my breath being taken away from me.

He had mismatched yellow-gold eyes, just like mine, and both of them showed an unknown inner fire that burned with a steel determination to overcome any of life's endeavors with headstrong willpower. They were lively; laughing, dancing eyes that were full of maturity mixed with a little mischief. He had an aristocratic nose that made me believe that he had been a part of a royal family in his past life, which I was sure he was. Sharp high cheekbones and an angular jaw framed his finely drawn sensitive face, making it the most priceless work of art drawn by the deft hands of an artisan. He had spiky jet black hair that even though he had been wearing a mask earlier, it still remained neatly spiked and tidy. It was as though no matter how hard the wind blew, it was always perfect. His soft sensual lips burst into a devilish grin. It was simply magic. You had to see it. The sight of it, even a glimpse, melted my heart as though it was an ice cube on a hot summer's day. I finally had a full image of him. His beautiful face, his stunning physique and with the moonlight behind him, he looked as though he was a youthful deity that had come down to Earth just to attend The Dance. His eyes seemed to glow brightly with amusement as he looked at my dazed self.

"Hi there, my name is Zulhelmi Black, but people call me Zul, for short," he introduced himself. That slapped me out of my stupor.

"I... uh... Hey, my name is Tyler Knight," I stammered as I introduced myself. I was totally drowned in his beauty.

"Tyler," he said, as though he was tasting the name on his lips. He smiled fondly towards me, "Well, Tyler, I think we should hang together often, don't you?" I cuddled closer towards his huge pectoral muscles as he wrapped his strong arms around me. It somehow provided me with a blanket of comfort and security, just being in his presence. "Right?" he prompted me when I remained silent and I could see a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Hey, if you had seen him, you would have just stared at him too. No one is that beautiful, but he was, and it was amazing, truly. I smiled, "Yeah, we should hang out together." There was no stammering or stuttering and it was an accomplishment, I thought, at that moment. We spent the rest of the night getting to know each other and time was just a nonentity, it barely existed. It was truly the best Dance ever. Surely, something that both of us would remember as it had been the start of a crazy roller coaster ride that we were proud to be riding.



The Story of Us



Please note: all characters and events described in this story are fictional, and any resemblance to real-life persons is completely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older.

*****

"Allie, where's the remote?"

"On the coffee table," my sister yelled from the kitchen. I heard her rooting around in the fridge, probably making another sandwich. I kept telling her to watch her carbs, but she was a track addict who ran two miles a day. Ergo she ate like a shark with no side-effects.

I looked over at the coffee table, a sturdy European-style metal and glass affair dad brought back from one of his business trips, but there was no remote. A quick check of the end tables on both sides of the couch also left me hanging, which sucked because if there was no remote, then there was no movie because the stupid Blu-Ray player didn't have any buttons on the front except for 'power'. You could turn it on and off, but that was it. "No it's not. C'mere and help me look."

She trotted in from the kitchen, sure enough carrying a sandwich. "Remind me to write 'mayo' on the grocery list."

"Will you start looking?"

"OK, chill out. It didn't just grow legs and walk away." She set the plate with her uneaten sandwich down on the coffee table and joined the hunt.

We spent the next fifteen minutes searching, Allie bending down to look under the furniture while I pulled cushions off the sofa and love seat. We looked on the kitchen counters, the dining room table, behind the TV stand, everywhere we could think, but came up empty-handed. With a hefty sigh, Allie flopped down dramatically on the love seat and swung her feet up and over one arm. "Well that sucks."

"No kidding. You don't suppose Dad hid it for some reason, do you?"

"Why would he do that, Kara?"

"Because it's Dad? It'd be just like him to go out with his friends, knowing we were gonna watch a movie here, and hide the remote to screw with us. Remember the time he hid your uniform right before your track meet?"

"Yeah." Allie laughed. "How about the time he took all the sheets and stuff off your bed and tried to convince you that they were still there and you just couldn't see them because you needed new glasses?"

I involuntarily pushed my glasses up on my nose and shared her laughter. At eighteen, she was only a year younger than me, but Allie was still mostly a kid at heart. Somehow high school hadn't driven it out of her yet. I hoped the world never did.

"You're right, Dad's probably messing with us. I bet he hid it in his room. Let's go see if we can find it."

I hesitated. "I don't think he'd put it in his room. He doesn't like us poking through his stuff when he's not around."

"What, is he afraid we'll put on his nasty old man-undies while he's away?"

I had to laugh at that. Dad still looks decent despite being in his early forties, but his boxers are way too large to fit either one of us.

"It's a matter of privacy," I said. "You wouldn't want him rummaging around in your room, right?"

"No, but I wouldn't be a dork and hide the remote in my dresser either. Seriously let's just take a quick look and then we'll leave. It's Friday, so you know he's not going to be home before two AM anyway." She stood up and stretched, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Come on, I'll race you!" She took off down the hallway and I stumbled into a run after her, a pointless gesture since Allie got all the athletic talent in the family even if she was sometimes a bit lacking in the common sense department.

Naturally she got to Dad's room first and had the knob twisted and the door pushed open before I caught up with her a few seconds later. "Open sesame!"

Dad's room looked way different from our rooms. It was bigger for one thing, with a king-size bed and a big-screen TV right on the wall across from it. He had a desk where he kept his laptop when he worked from home, a massive four-column filing cabinet, a walk-in closet, and (my biggest envy) a private attached bathroom with its own glass upright shower and a separate bathtub with those awesome massaging jets. Allie and I shared the other bathroom, which was much more pedestrian: sink, toilet, tub, shower curtain, and a window with a frosted glass facade that let in the light without letting in the perverts.

Allie was already at the closet when I looked over at the television. "Why don't we just watch the movie in here? The TV's got a built-in DVD player and the remote's right there on his nightstand."

"Don't you want to snoop?" she whined.

I walked over to the bed and climbed up on it, the pillow-top mattress and bedspread cool and soft against my knees. "You snoop. I'll get the movie cued up." I grabbed the remote and hit power. The TV clicked on, a simple blue screen. Scanning the remote, I pressed the button for 'DVD'. Then I realized something. "Hang on, I left the movie in the living room." I got off the bed, hearing the metal clank of hangers as Allie sifted through Dad's wardrobe looking for God-knew-what.

I was halfway down the hall when I heard the music. It was jaunty, but cheesy, the kind you have a hard time believing anyone would listen to of their own accord. Especially Dad, who was known for loving his Zeppelin, Stones, and Floyd. Naturally the music Allie and I enjoyed on the radio was 'garbage', but his was 'classic'. Don't get me wrong, I like Classical music just fine, and I don't think the two years of piano lessons when I was ten and eleven were a waste, but Dad's idea of 'classic' and mine couldn't have been more different. I wondered if Allie had turned on Dad's iPod, which was docked on his nightstand and served as his alarm clock, but no chance Dad would have such a moronic tune on his play list.

Curious, I walked back into the room. Apparently there had been a disc in the DVD player which decided to auto-play when I turned it on. I went to eject it, but the title caught my eye: 'Sister's Surprise.'

"Allie, come here. I think Dad pranked us after all." I found the remote and hit pause.

Allie walked out of the closet. "How come?"

"I think he hid the remote, figuring we'd go into his room to use the DVD player, and find this." I pointed at the screen.

"'Sister's Surprise?'" Allie screwed up her face. "Gotta be a joke. Well, let's not disappoint him." She bounded up onto the bed, hogged most of the pillows, and stretched out her arms and legs. I climbed up after her and despite her sprawl still had plenty of room. Like I said, Dad's bed is huge compared to the full-size mattress in mine. I reached over and hit 'Play' on the remote, then settled back to watch.

Two girls who maybe kind of looked like sisters if I took off my glasses and didn't think about it very much, walked into the frame. They wore matching basketball uniforms, only with shorts that were way under regulation for length, and tops so low-cut as to guarantee a suspension if they were worn in any gymnasium during school hours. They were outside, a bright sunny day as opposed to the cool autumn night outside our ploace, and they walked up to the front door of the house where they presumably lived. Names flashed on the screen, the opening credits, but they had to be made up. I'd certainly never heard of anybody actually named 'Candy Kane' or 'Priscilla Pounder' before. And that stupid, fake-happy music kept right on playing.

"Who names their kid 'Candy' anyway?" Allie asked with a giggle. "That's just asking for trouble. 'Candy' is, like, a stripper name."

The camerawork was shoddy and unsteady, with somebody obviously holding it and struggling to keep the girls in view while walking behind them and trying not to trip on the sidewalk. The sound was also crap, despite the shadow of a boom mic I could see cast on the wall beside their door. It looked marginally cleaner than your standard low-budget film, but I'd seen any number of indie shorts on on Vimeo or YouTube that put this to shame.

One of the girls produced a key from between her cavernous cleavage, caused by breasts way larger than seemed natural for someone of her size, and fit it into the lock.

"Oh come on," Allie said. "How'd she keep that in there, magic? Gravity's a thing!"

Did I mention Allie's one of those people who likes to talk to the screen? I ignored her, watching the girls walk through the door and inside a house that looked like a movie set before the property master had been there. The walls were bare, the furniture (what little there was) didn't match, and the carpet appeared far too clean for such a high-traffic area. The curtains were as generic as you could get, a plain ivory that could be pulled across to block the view but none of the afternoon light.

"That was a good practice," one of the two girls said, too stiffly in my opinion, like she was trying to make it up on the fly.

"Sure was," the other one replied, with a twinge of uncertainty as she walked inside the house.

"Bullshit," Allie snorted. "The only thing they've been practicing is gluing keys to their boobs. They're not even sweaty. Their hair's not even messed up."

"They probably showered at school," I said.

"We really should take a shower," said the first girl, putting paid to that idea.

"Yeah, we should," said the second. "I'm a mess."

They walked up the stairs to the second floor of the house without bothering to close the front door. God, it was like whoever directed this just had no eye for detail.

"The only 'surprise' about this so far is that we're watching it," Allie said. I found myself agreeing with her. If this was Dad's idea of a joke, it was pathetic even for him.

The next scene showed a giant bathroom featuring an oversize walk-in shower with a frosted glass door. The two girls, continuing their stilted banter, walked into the bathroom talking about how hard they'd just worked on their basketball skills. One of them called the other one 'sis', because apparently the title wasn't obvious enough, and I was just about to reach over and hit 'stop' because I couldn't take it any longer, when the first one peeled her top up over her head, and the second one did the same. 

"Ummm..." Allie said. "Haven't they heard of private bathrooms?"

"I guess not," I laughed.

Down came the shorts, and with them the panties, which they took great pains to remove without having first taken off their shoes. Even I, as non-athletic as they come, knew this was dumb. Shoes come off first, then everything else.

The other thing I realized: the camera wasn't zooming in or changing the frame to hide the nudity on display like it usually did with films where actors appeared naked on screen. The few movies I'd seen where people started taking off clothes always used these little tricks so you never saw anything below the waist, or where you'd see a boob for a few seconds, but then it would be covered by an arm or something.

But this wasn't like that at all. These girls were stripping down to nothing and the camera wasn't looking away. I also noticed that, unlike me, these girls were bare between their legs. Some of my friends at school talked about shaving and how great it felt, but I never felt like I could go that far. For one thing, who would see to care? For another, what if I didn't care for the sensation?

The second girl (it was starting to get harder to tell them apart now that they were undressed) opened the door to the shower and turned on the water while the first one struggled to get her shoes off. Whoever held the camera lingered on her butt for what seemed like an eternity. What on earth would Dad be doing with a movie like this in the first place? I wondered to myself.

The first girl got her shoes off and stuck a hand into the shower to test the water temperature, and then it was the second girl's turn to remove hers. She bent over, and again the cameraman fairly glued his lens to her ass. She had a small birthmark on her right cheek, but I wasn't sure I wanted to use that as a distinguishing feature.

Still making forced conversation, the 'sisters' on screen started talking about how sore one of them was, how the other would give her a back rub once they were in the shower, and other stuff that seemed odd for siblings to be discussing. But sure enough, they stepped into the shower, the one girl put her hands on the other's shoulders, and started kneading.

They didn't bother to close the shower door, so their parents would be mad as hell when they saw the puddles all over the floor. I looked at Allie, who was watching with interest. "Do you think this is weird?"

"Yeah, sort of," she said. "But, I dunno, it's kinda neat. Dad's never been big on the R-rated stuff. Maybe he's started to loosen up a bit."

The girl receiving the massage on the screen moaned and reached an arm back, wrapping it around the head of the girl working her shoulders, and stroked her neck with her fingertips. Then, without warning, she turned to face the other girl, leaned forward, and...

"Oh my God!" Allie said, sitting up.

I watched, not quite believing what I saw. They're actresses, I told myself. It's not weird that they're kissing, because they're just playing sisters, they're not really related. I said this to Allie.

"How do you know they're not sisters for real?" she replied. I had to admit, I didn't have an answer.

The kiss got more passionate. Their hands started roaming. I felt like I should stop the movie, this weird film Dad left for us to watch, but it was like the cliche of the train wreck: I couldn't look away, and apparently neither could Allie.

The scene got more intense as legs were spread and fingers started exploring, just like mine do when I pleasure myself sometimes after everyone else in the house has gone to sleep.

Allie watched, eyes wide, occasionally letting out a gasp as things continued to progress to points I'd never even considered. There were moans of pleasure, louder and louder, shuddering cries as the girls drew climaxes out of one another that seemed far larger and longer and more exaggerated than any I'd ever managed to work out of myself.

Drained, the two girls wrapped their arms around one another and slowly sank to the floor of the shower with the water still running. Their lips met one last time, and the screen faded to black. I looked over at the clock: twenty-six minutes had elapsed since we started the video and I hadn't even noticed.

I glanced over at Allie to see her staring back at me. "Did we seriously just watch that?" she asked.

I felt the red creeping into my face, but I didn't feel too bad since she was bright crimson herself. "Uh-huh," I managed.

Allie turned back to the screen which flickered to blue as the player turned itself off. "That was..."

I swallowed, wishing I had brought my water in with me. My heart was racing. Why, I wondered, did Dad of all people have a movie like that? "Weird?" I finished for her.

"Well, yeah, weird I guess, but..." She brushed a hand across her forehead. "I don't know. I kind of liked it." She rolled over facing me fully. "And don't even try to say you didn't, 'cause you were the one with the remote."

Did I have the remote? I looked down, and sure enough, it was right there in my hand. I could have turned it off. I could have hit 'Stop' any time I wanted to, and probably should have as soon as I realized what was going on. But I hadn't. I didn't stop, or fast-forward, or anything. I just watched. "That's not fair," I said. "You seemed so into it, I didn't want to shut it off."

She poked me in the ribs. "So it's all my fault, huh?"

"Yeah," I said. "If you hadn't wanted to look in Dad's room..."

She sat up and fanned herself with her hand. "But I did. And you found it. And we watched it." She looked back at me. "And now you can't admit you enjoyed it."

"Look, I'm not saying-"

She didn't let me finish. Before I could complete my thought, Allie rolled over on top of me, straddling my hips, pinning my shoulders to the bed with her hands. "Why won't you admit it, hmmm?"

"Allie, get off me, seriously."

"Sure. Just say you liked it."

I was trying not to think about it, but with her goading me on my brain just kept replaying it. Watching the two of them strip...

"Admit it, Kara."

...step into the shower, turn on the water...

"It's simple. 'I like it.' Three little words."

...a massage that led to a kiss...that forbidden kiss...

Allie dug her fingers under my arms and started to tickle me. "Come on..."

...and then...and then...

She bent over further, and I swear to God I wasn't looking, but the front of her loose-fitting tank top was hanging off her neck, and the light fell just the right way, and she was right down in my face, so I leaned up and God help me, I did the only thing I could think about doing, because the memory of the two girls on the video doing it right at the end was so fresh.

I put my lips against hers.

Deliberately.

Intentionally.

I kissed her. My own sister.

As soon as my brain caught up with me, I freaked out. I pulled myself away from her, eyes wide, the babble of an apology stuttering all around my throat but completely unable to find any traction so it could pull itself out.

Allie stiffened, looking down at me, right into my eyes, and I couldn't blink, I couldn't look away, because I knew I deserved that look. Whatever she was going to do, whatever she was going to say, I braced myself for it and I knew that no matter what she told me, no matter what disgusting names she called me, no matter how long she blackmailed me and held that two seconds' worth of a mistake over my head, there couldn't be any apologies, any backpedaling, any explaining things away. I deserved it. I watched her inhale, and waited like a condemned prisoner, listening for the executioner to order the firing squad to shoot.

"That...that wasn't..." She stammered, which made me feel worse.

"Allie, look-"

"...what I expected...my first kiss...would feel like," she finished quietly.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," I blurted.

A half-smile broke onto her face. "It's...it's OK, Kara, I'm not...not mad or anything...just..." She looked past me, staring through the blankets, the mattress, the floor below.

"Listen, Allie, I'm so... Just, just tell me what you want, anything, and I'll do it, anything you want. I'll make this right."

"You don't have to make it right," she said. "How did it feel?"

"Feel? Allie, it was weird, it wasn't-" 'Right?' Was that what I nearly said before I stopped myself? What made it that way? I started to push myself up, but she put her hands back on my shoulders.

"You want to make it up to me, then answer my question: how did it feel, Kara? Compared to Ryan, how did it feel?"

"You... I can't compare the two, Allie! Ryan was my boyfriend for like two weeks, and that kiss didn't mean anything because he started it, I didn't really want it, and for a first kiss it honestly kind of sucked."

"So yours 'sucked' and mine was 'weird'." She sighed and fell silent, staring off into space.

I was, officially, the worst person in the world.

Finally she looked back at me. "Maybe we could fix it."

"Huh?"

"Let's fix it. For both of us. Just once. I won't tell, you won't tell, let's get the first kiss we both really wanted. And it'll be our little secret."

Somewhere in my head, my brain tried throwing a circuit breaker. My little sister was sitting on me, asking for a kiss, and I couldn't stop thinking about how it felt, and what it must have felt like for the two girls in the movie, but how they couldn't have felt quite this way about it because they were just actors and Allie and I were, you know, actually related.

I took a deep breath. "OK," I said, not giving myself time to argue. "Before I change my mind. Close your eyes. How did you imagine it should go?" I took off my glasses, folded and placed them on the nightstand, and ran a hand through my hair because that's always what people in the movies do and it seemed as good an idea as any. "You want to be on top?"




The Story of Us



She crawled off and laid down next to me on her side. "No, nobody on top or bottom. Side to side, just like this."

I turned to face her and scooted forward. She did the same, wrapping one arm under my neck and the other around my head. I did likewise. We hesitated for a moment, each one of us getting up the courage, so close I could feel her heart pounding out of her chest, skidding as it tried to apply the brakes only to find them locked up. Exactly like mine.

I was trying so hard not to think about what was happening, but she was all I could picture. The bed, the room, the house, everything around me dissolved out of focus. It was just me and Allie, and if I closed my eyes, I could pretend she was anybody really, and it would be just like when we played 'house' or 'Star Wars' or any other games when we were younger.

Her eyes shut, and she tugged me closer. I moved my leg between hers so I could accommodate, and in the instant before our lips touched again, I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to think of someone, anyone, who I'd feel right doing this with in Dad's room while he was out enjoying the evening with his co-workers in celebration of winning a major case.

Our mouths met.

We kissed.

So help me, my sister and I, intentionally, kissed.

I don't know what she felt, but as soon as the sensation of my mouth touching hers registered, I knew there wasn't anyone else who would feel right, or better, in this situation than she did. No celebrity, no classmate, no secret crush. My heart, my imagination, my soul all agreed: this was the way it was supposed to be. This is what a first kiss was supposed to feel like. It was supposed to steal your breath, strip your nerves, move you to the very core of your being, freeze time in that one, specific instant, the one moment in all of history where you could plant an invisible flag and proudly declare, "This moment is a gift, and it's mine and mine alone."

I felt a tear welling up because deep down I knew I'd never get another one like it. Every time after this, every relationship, every introduction, every kiss, it would all try to measure up to this one. And it would fail. For the first time, I felt like I knew what it meant to be truly, completely present in the moment. The warmth, the embarrassment, the explanations, the rationalizations to come: they would all never exist like this again.

I hugged her, squeezing her torso against mine, feeling electricity charge the air, wondering if a lightning bolt from heaven would scream down and obliterate me for daring to do what I knew was...well, if not 'wrong' then at least...not right?

Her arms flexed and I felt her hand move up into my hair, fingers spreading, holding me to her mouth. Was she feeling the same thing I did? I parted my lips to ask her and as soon as I did, I felt her tongue, tangy with the residue of her peppermint mouthwash, poke against mine, exploring. Who am I to you in this fantasy? I wanted to ask, but a part of me feared the answer. Because if she asked me the same question, I couldn't lie. To me, she was herself, the only one who made sense. My tongue moved to meet hers and I felt the heat of both desire and dread spreading, emanating from my chest out to my extremities.

By now the kiss had gone on long enough it couldn't qualify as just one. We'd expanded it, added to it, breathed a part of ourselves into it. We had made something new, something unique, something unquestionably ours, a seventh crow carrying a secret never to be told. And like a newly-birthed life form, it grew of its own accord.

My hand moved from around her back and over to her front, caressing the fabric of her gray tank top, and in my mind I saw again what I witnessed earlier when she bent over me: the soft, gentle peaks of her breasts, each one tanned from the salon she and her friends visited from time to time, tipped with small peppermint creme-coloured areolas, the center of each holding a beautiful little rosebud nipple. I gently pushed my hand against her breast through her tank top and ran my thumb across it, and after my second pass I felt a little bump, straining against the cotton, urging another touch.

And another.

And another.

A gasp, a small moan, escaped her lips and she pressed her chest to my hand, forcing her breast into my palm, pleading me to continue with her body language, and by now I didn't have a choice.

I pushed her back just long enough that I could get my hand down under her shirt, and I slid it upward, feeling the soft skin against my fingers as I worked my way up to cup it again, holding her nipple between the side of my thumb and the lowest knuckle of my index finger, sharing her breath as our kiss broke through the levees and started flooding further into uncharted first territories. Her tongue pushed deeper into my mouth and I held it there, wrestling with my own, as the momentum continued to build.

She shivered as I ran my fingertip across her nipple, touching hers the way I liked touching mine when I pleasured myself. The landscape was different, smaller and more firm, taut and toned from her daily run, but not altogether unfamiliar. I could find my way here without a map. The only question was if she wanted me to.

She pulled away, and for a moment I thought maybe I had crossed a line, and opened my eyes to see her looking over at me, using her free arm to push her shirt up and over her breasts, straining against the mattress where her torso met the bed clothes, until she finally succeeded and yanked it up, then guided my hand back.

The heat radiating off her skin was unreal. Intoxicating. It just didn't stop.

I felt every beat of her heart, the rhythm swelling in frequency, and was overtaken by my own desire to feel her against me, as close as I could, with nothing, not even the air of the room, between us. I sat up and pulled her up with me. My hands grabbed for her tank top and yanked it towards the ceiling faster than she could react. It bunched under her armpits, she struggled to get her arms up, and then it was off, leaving nothing behind but the crackle of static electricity from her blonde hair.

She took hold of my t-shirt as well, and I scooted forward to loosen the tail from under my butt since it was a longer one meant for sleeping in. I raised my arms and soon I felt the cool air against my own chest. She pitched my shirt off the side of the bed and lunged into me, knocking me back against the pillows, pinning me to the mattress.

My arms encircled her back as she came down on top of me, mouth meeting mine, the kiss even stronger this time though I don't know how that was even possible. Her smaller breasts pressed into my slightly larger ones, and I felt a warmth better than any space heater could generate spreading through my body.

The rational part of my brain tried to break in for an instant, switching on long enough to say, "Stop it, Kara! This is Allison, your sister!" and in response I reached inside my own mind, grabbed the power cord to rationality, and ripped it from the wall, tearing the socket itself out with my intensity. Fuck you, I growled at my super-ego. Right now this is right and that's all that matters. Tomorrow might be a different story, but right now, this is happening and it is going to happen no matter what.

I ran my hands down her back, pushing my fingers gently into her shoulders, her muscles contracting, as she encircled one of my legs with her own. Her mouth broke away, and I briefly thought we had reached the end of the line, but it came down on my neck, and I felt her gently sucking, kissing, moving closer to my ear, then down again, and I arched my back so I could lean up and do the same to her shoulder. I moved my hands to the small of her back and pulled her against me, forcing her skin against mine as close as she could get.

It still wasn't enough.

My fingers made their way down her flat stomach, paused to briefly inspect her little 'innie' belly button, and continued below the waistline of her sweats, sliding it between her skin and the folds of her clothing.

I wanted more.

Share with me, I pleaded mentally.

She bent down and kissed my nose, nibbled on my lower lip, and I pushed until the elastic of her sweat pants gave way and moved an inch down her hips.

She scooted herself a little further up the bed, and I pushed them a little further down.

Again, she moved up a short way. Again, I got them down another inch, feeling the skin of her legs, toned and firm, against my fingers.

With another motion, she was now halfway above me, and I opened my eyes. Swaying over me, back-lit by the blue glow of the television we hadn't turned off, were her pert little breasts. I wondered to myself if her nipples had ever been that hard before, and that turned into wondering if I could get them even harder, so as I slid down to continue working her pants off her legs, I leaned up, wrapped my lips around her left nipple, and gave it a quick little kiss.

She inhaled sharply, opened her eyes and gazed down at me.

Too much? I asked with my eyes.

Not at all, she answered with hers as she closed them and shifted so it was closer to my mouth.

I sucked.

I felt her tense up, like something inside started a fight with her desire. She clenched her left hand into a fist and it dropped down on the blanket beside my head as her brain and her heart had it out over who was going to emerge victorious. She whimpered and punched the bed a second time, then dragged herself higher over me, pushing her pants down further, and began kicking one leg at a time, holding her sweats with one foot and dragging the other leg up, repeating this frantic motion back and forth, back and forth, until her pants were down around her ankles and then, with one final, desperate shove from each foot, they were off.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her in place, my mouth, lips, and tongue gently caressing, stroking, kissing her little nipple. I made a fist with my right hand and grabbed it tightly in my left so she couldn't move, and I sucked, moaning against her inviting skin, trying to explain just how fucking hot everything had gotten, enough though I could tell she felt the same.

I moved to her other breast because I didn't know how sensitive she was, how much she'd enjoy attention on just one, and she melted into me, making it hard to breathe as her breast covered my mouth and nose like a cushion of velvet. The powdery scent of her deodorant mixed with a lingering coconut hint of body wash from her shower a few hours earlier. It's funny: you can smell the same thing hundreds of times without noticing, but now there it was, adding one more layer to the complex picture of my sister I was repainting in my mind.

Allie... Good God, here I was, creating the most beautiful image anyone could ever create of you in my head, and the cruel irony was no one but me would ever see it. The Louvre could burn and not affect me the way losing this one picture would.

I no longer held her so tightly, secure in my belief she wasn't going anywhere, and resumed stroking her back, from shoulders to hips, which were now covered in nothing more than one of her favorite pairs of boy shorts: an orange and yellow crisscross pattern of cotton with white trim around the legs and waist.

She sighed and moaned, pushing herself against me, moving so I could feel every inch of her skin against my hands. I kissed my way to the center of her chest, licked her sternum, ran my tongue along the undercurves of each little breast in turn, tasting her salty sweat, and so help me getting even more turned on by the sensation.

Then I felt her hand moving to my waist. Unfastening the knot I had tied in my blue and white polar bear pajama pants because they were one size too big and tended to slide down if I didn't keep them cinched up. How far was this going? I wondered idly before deciding: As far as it goes.

She undid the knot and pulled the waistband, drawing the strings open.

Then her breasts were away from my mouth, and I panicked because I had started to get used to the sensation of her nipple between my lips.

The tug at my pants pulled me back to reality. I raised my hips up off the bed, and she dragged them off my waist, taking my panties along for the ride. Now it was my turn to shudder as a million thoughts rushed my head. Is this really a good idea? Are you sure this is as right as you think it is? What if she sees the hair between your legs and freaks out?

Taking a page from Allie's book, I made a fist and thumped the bedspread, punching reason in the face again and again until it slunk away cradling its bloody nose, and I pulled my legs out from my pants as fast as I could, because the faster I got undressed, the faster I knew we'd get back to...whatever this was, and whatever it was going to be, and all I knew right then was I didn't care what it turned out to be. I wanted it. I wanted her.

I needed her.

She looked at me after tossing my pants to the ground. She looked at me. Really looked at me. Into my eyes. Sharing something...everything... I know what she was telling me even though I can't possibly put it into words because at a certain point language just falls apart.

But if you've been there...if you've ever been where I was that night...then I urge you to think back to that moment. Close your eyes. Move as far back into your memory as you need to go, but find that place. Find that instant. Drape it over yourself like a comfortable robe. Simmer in the intensity of the feeling, marinate your spirit in the desire welling up out of you like a lava burst, and understand: it's not rational, but you remember how a single look, a simple touch, can communicate everything, and exhaust you intellectually like reading an encyclopedia from cover to cover.

That's where I was.

That's where we both were.

I don't know what you'd call it: fate, divine intervention, the fortunes, the Muses, it has many names and none that suffice. But something conspired to bring us to that point. Then move us beyond.

She looked at me, deeply, seeing beyond me, as more than just her sister. In that look, I saw comfort, I saw trust, I saw every complex emotion you feel when you fall in love at first sight. I saw why this happened.

I kept telling myself over and over again: this happened because it had to happen. It happened because the world has a sense of humor, sometimes sick, sometimes morbid, sometimes cruel, and sometimes more beautiful than a million angels singing "O Holy Night" in the heavenly choirs. And sometimes what the world condemns as wrong just...isn't.

When she leaned back down, put her lips against mine, I was quaking. The power of that revelation kicked on the faucets of adrenaline, and I couldn't shut them off. It scared me, enthralled me. We kissed again, and again, and again, each one stronger than the last, climbing a sort of sexual Richter scale that didn't end at 10...and maybe kept going as long and as high as numbers themselves.

I felt her struggling to get her boy shorts off, so I did the only thing that made sense: I rolled her over on to her back, crawled down to the foot of the bed, positioned myself between her legs, took her underwear in both hands, and pulled.

Her hips barely made it off the bed, and I climbed over her leg so I could drag them the rest of the way off without getting tangled up in them. Right ankle out, left ankle out, and there was Allison, my sister, the girl I was sharing my first kiss, my first real kiss and so much more with, laid visible on the bed before me, and nothing in between except wanton desire. Lovers' eyes see differently than normal eyes, and right then, Allie looked so amazingly, incredibly, beautifully different. The freckles on her shoulders, the small birthmark on the outside of her left leg, the way her nose tilted upward slightly at the tip, the roundness of her chin, her fingers: shorter than mine with their nails bitten down to almost nothing because that was how she dealt with stress...all her perfect imperfections I was noticing again for the first time.

I moved back on top of her the way she had done to me, and felt her hands on my breasts, her fingers exploring my skin for a change. I straddled her waist, raised her head so I could push the pillows under it, grabbed the headboard for support, lowered my chest to her lips, and closed my eyes.

Ecstasy exploded through me as her tongue found my right nipple. Then my left. She squeezed my breasts together with her hands, one on each side, and I inhaled deeply as I felt her tongue gently working its way across each one in turn, back and forth, back and forth, slowly and steadily, circling my nipples like a cat preparing to pounce.

Another wave of pleasure hit as she pulled them between her lips at the same time, sucking softly the way I had, and I cursed myself for not thinking of doing that to her first. After all, she deserved it just as much as I did, didn't she? I tilted my head back and moaned, and oh God did she deserve this.

I whispered her name, moaned, whispered it again: yes, like that, just like that, Allie, ohmigawd...

I squeezed the wood of the headboard, wondering if my nails would leave any tell-tale marks, and somewhere in the part of my brain that hadn't yet run away in fear of another beating, I remembered Dad talking about how it was solid oak, not some soft wood like pine that would warp.

She sucked harder, and I exhaled her name again, begging her not to stop.

She didn't. Her legs wrapped around mine, pinning them so I couldn't leave. As if I wanted to leave. As if any force of Heaven or Earth could have made me.

I don't know how long we were like that...me supporting myself above her while she did everything to me that I had done to her (and then some), but finally my arms began to tremble and I knew I couldn't hold that position any longer. "Wait...wait..." I whispered, and wrapped an arm around her head. "Gotta relax..."

I rolled back over on my side slowly, guiding her with me, holding her head to my breast as best I could, and rested my own on the pillows, eyes closed, as she continued to suck.

I ran a finger across my right breast, feeling the moisture her tongue left behind, and rubbed it into my skin. I wanted it to stay there forever, to remind me of tonight. My nipple stiffened, moist and exposed to the air. I didn't think the heat was on, but right now I didn't need it. We were warm enough together.

I remembered the part of the video that came towards the end. On the screen, their fingers had started exploring in the shower. I was so worked up I didn't want to wait, but as I looked down and watched the top of her head bobbing gently as she sucked, I realized there was no need to rush. She wanted this, needed this, just as much as I did. 'And maybe,' a little voice whispered in the back of my head, 'once it's over this will be the last time you ever feel like this again.'

I shivered. No. No! It wouldn't be, it couldn't be, the last time or the only time.

Could it...?

Seeking reassurance, I whispered her name. "Allie?"

When she didn't answer, I tried again. "Allie...hey...?"

She looked up at me, questioning, and I saw it. I saw in her eyes. Don't make me stop. Don't end it here.

I drew her head up to mine, caressed her cheek, and put my lips to hers. Don't worry, I said with my kiss, this never has to end. I felt her silently agree.

We stayed like that for I don't know how long, the minutes ticking down into the gaping maw of the past, lips together, mouths locked, bodies compressed, legs entwined, letting the moment simmer on a low heat so we didn't burn out.

By now, her tongue was so comfortable and known that it seemed impossible there could have been a time before this evening when I didn't know what it felt like to share a french kiss with her. The heart beating in the chest just centimeters from mine was familiar to me as our own house. No matter if it was pitch black, I could find my way back to it. The fingers stroking my spine felt like my own. She felt like me. And I hoped I felt the same to her.




The Story of Us



That was the crux of things. She felt exactly like me. Like home. Like sanctuary.

Like love...?

I wasn't sure about that. I knew what love was: I loved Dad, after all. And I still loved mom, even if she had run out on Dad with her newer, richer boyfriend so many years ago. I had always loved Allie, of course, because she was my sister, but not like this...God, never like this...

It didn't feel like Ryan. I hadn't loved Ryan, and even if I had, our status as boyfriend/girlfriend hadn't survived Fall Break that year. I cried after he texted to say he was breaking up with me, because seriously, who texts his girlfriend to dump her? But the tears weren't tears of sorrow. They were more like tears of betrayal, the kind you cry when you feel like something you should have gotten was denied at the last minute.

That's what made this so different. I tried to think about something happening, something where Allie and I hadn't wound up here tonight. What if we'd found the remote? Instead of here, sharing, we'd be watching the extended version of "The Fellowship of the Ring", seeing Gimli and Legolas bickering, witnessing Gandalf fall to the Balrog, urging Frodo and company away with the command: "Fly, you fools!"

Fly.

Well, I couldn't exactly deny my foolish nature. And I sure felt like I was flying.

Just one problem: flights end. Either you land or you crash, but one way or another, what goes up must come down. Not even birds, some of which spend many hours of the day airborne on their way south for the winter, can fly forever.

But just because a plane lands, I told myself, doesn't mean it can't take off again. Sometimes it needs to refuel. Let its passengers disembark, take on new cargo. Birds find a branch, sleep for the night, then head out again in the morning like nothing has changed.

Let us be like those birds, I pleaded with the universe. There was only one way to find out if it could happen though, and that was to carry on through the turbulence.

I held my left arm around her head as we kissed, and slowly slid my right hand down her side. To her hip. To her thigh. Inside her thigh, moving her legs apart with my own.

If this happened, I'd know for sure. If we didn't crash, then maybe we could fly forever...

I felt her hair, soft and reassuring, against my fingers as I moved down between her legs. Allie, unlike the girls in the movie, didn't shave. In a way I was disappointed; I was curious to know what that felt like. But I was glad too: I could know everything about her, even this.

She moaned quietly against my mouth as I gently explored her with my middle finger. Her lips were tender, moist with her own heat just as mine were. I guided my finger through her little garden, caressing her with a fingertip, up and then down.

Up and down.

The kiss changed.

Everything changed.

Now it wasn't just a kiss. It was a demand. It was desire given physical form, a white flash of phosphorous, long-burning and intense. Maybe there's even a word for a kiss like that, I don't know. But if you've felt it before, you know what I mean. If you haven't... Well, then I guess there's nothing I can do except ask you to trust me.

My finger slipped inside her faster than I expected. There had been a few times, during a particularly intense fantasy, where I'd wound up a lot wetter than I imagined, and surprised myself with how easy I slid my own finger in, but with someone else this was all new to me. Like the kiss, this was another first. I was on my own, but not alone, because she was right here with me.

A cry escaped her lips, and I opened my eyes to see she'd done the same. I swallowed. "If you want me to stop..."

"Don't." 

"Are you-?"

She grabbed my hand and held it in place, interrupting me. "Yes, Kara, God..." Then she closed her eyes and rested her mouth against mine. This time my tongue ventured forth first.

I moved my finger in and out slowly, letting her get used to the sensation. I didn't know how often Allie pleasured herself, although I assumed that like me she did so at least a couple of times a week, even if only to relieve tension or help herself get to sleep. But I didn't want to assume, and if this was her first time, I didn't want to overrun her with sensations she'd have trouble understanding.

So I took my time.

I took my time because I wanted to protect her. If anybody was going to do this, go this far with her for her first time, I wanted it to be me. Someone else might hurt her. Someone else might scare her. Misuse her. Abuse her trust. Break her.

But not if I was first. If I gave Allie the knowledge, the memory, of what it should feel like, if I got there before someone else did, she would always know. This was giving perhaps the most precious gift an older sister could give. I had already accidentally stolen her first kiss, a nearly unforgivable crime. In exchange, I resolved to give this to her fully, lovingly, truly.

The television's power saver mode kicked in, and it turned itself off, cloakng the room in night's blanket. In a way I was glad, because now no one could see us. On the other hand, if I needed to look her in the eyes, to find that reassurance again, I wouldn't be able to. Rationally this wasn't a problem. But I'd kicked rationality's ass far too many times this evening; it and I weren't on speaking terms any longer.

She shivered against me. At first I thought she was cold and was going to suggest we could get under the blanket, but she followed it up with a whisper of, "Feels good...", so I kept going.

Even when we took a brief break from the kiss to draw in a breath or two of fresh air, I could taste her on my lips. Her scent, her taste, everything that made her 'Allie' was now as much a part of me as my own skin. I gently ran my toes over her foot, and smiled at the tickling sensation that made her pull it away for a second before coming back to let me do it again.

I moved my finger as far inside her as I could reach, and was rewarded with a long intake of breath, which she held, then exhaled against my cheek. When I drew my finger back, she pushed herself towards it. I loved the feeling, the warmth, the deepness, the sense that there was so little left between us. I loved the sounds she made, drawing each breath, letting it out, repeating, as I stroked between her thighs. Loved the sensation of her gripping my shoulder with one hand. Loved when she bit my lip when something felt really good. Loved when a shudder she couldn't control ran down her legs, through her back, across her arms.

My mind wandered, unbidden, to Ms. Watko, my Health teacher, who taught the Sex Ed unit for sophomores. I honestly don't remember much about the class except for the time we passed around these really weird jelly-form 'breasts' so we could examine them for lumps, but I did recall during one question-and-answer session at the end of class, she'd posed one to us: "What's the difference between 'having sex' and 'making love'?"

I didn't have a clue, and neither did anyone else in the class (or if they did, they weren't about to open their mouths and risk ridicule).

"Having sex," Ms. Watko had said, "is nothing more than the act of attempting to procreate. If you're having sex, intensity and emotion are secondary, and it's really only basic biology.

"Making love, though, that's something different." I remember the twinkle in her eyes as she began talking. "Making love is just like sex, only, well, more. You're there, in the moment, with your partner, and it's like the rest of the world just melts away. It's giving and receiving pleasure for pleasure's sake, being unconcerned with yourself, only with your partner."

I remember one girl's hand going up after that, Tiffany's I think, and she asked, "How would we know the difference?"

The only thing Ms. Watko said was, "If you're left wondering, then it's just sex. If it's making love, you won't have any doubt."

I felt Allie shiver against me again, returning me to the present. I didn't have to wonder. Like Ms. Watko had promised: I had no doubt.

She drew in a quick breath, and I felt the change. A quiet whimper. She shuddered. The tempo altered: instead of working with me, letting me control things, she was wrestling to take charge.

Her hips thrust against my hand, and I worked my fingertip faster across the little bump I always used on me when I pleasured myself. She moved in time with me, urging me to hurry up. She bit my lip harder. Grabbed a fistful of my hair. Tensed her calves. Clenched her toes. Doing it to myself was one thing...knowing I was doing it to my own sister blistered my synapses. I've never used cocaine, but if it's anything like this, no wonder people get addicted.

I moved quicker, rubbing her sex more urgently, listening to the sounds of her whimpers and moans increasing in intensity, frequency, duration.

She demanded more, and I gave it, caressing her leg with my foot, squeezing her shoulder with my hand, working my fingers between her legs as fast as I could, pushing harder, driving her forward.

By now she was no longer kissing me. Her mouth hung open, slack, drawing breath in and out as quickly as she could. Her eyes were closed, pinched tight, like she was caught mid-sneeze. And still she pushed, struggled, fought onward.

"Allie," I whispered.

"Huh?" she breathed.

I leaned close to her, and waited until I felt her start to tense up so she'd hear, so there could be no mistake, no question in her mind if she thought about it later on. I waited.

Waited.

Her abs flexed: my cue. I stilled my finger and she grabbed my shoulders. I put my lips to her ear. "I love you." And gave another stroke.

She broke.

Everything inside her shattered as she let out a long, gasping wail. She squeezed my shoulder so tightly I had an epic bruise the next morning. But I didn't care, because she began to climax.

She kept going, vibrating the bed as the spasms ran wild through her. For my part, I just let her use my finger as she needed, pushing and steadying herself, pulling away to relax, then pushing forward again for more. The noises she made, the words she said, were for my ears and my ears alone. Written down, they would lose their impact. I could record them, but only clinically. You couldn't understand what they meant, either to me or her. They would lack a context impossible for me to provide. At that time, in that place, they simply were. All apologies to the curious, but this will have to suffice because some things must remain for her and I alone.

I don't know how long I cradled her in my arms as she rode down her climax until there was nothing left but the occasional shiver. Finally she returned to my lips and I welcomed her home with all the fanfare of a wayward spirit. Allie. My sister. My lover.

The kisses we shared now were different than the beginning. At first uneasy, then working their way to desperate, now they communicated peace, serenity, and a non-judgmental familiarity.

Finally, still working to fully catch her breath, she opened her eyes, something I could just barely see thanks to the angle of the moon shining in through a break in the curtains, and whispered something softly.

"Hmmm?" I asked, and bent closer to her mouth.

"Love you too," she breathed into my ear.

I kissed her forehead and smiled. The words were wonderful to hear, but I didn't need them. She'd sung them to me so many times, so beautifully, just moments ago.

"What time is it?" she asked after a long, glowing silence.

"I don't know, I can't see the clock."

She shifted and raised her head to look over my shoulder, then sank back against the bed. "Oh man... It's quarter after one."

"Dad'll be home soon," I murmured.

She pulled my mouth to hers and we shared another kiss. "I think we have a few minutes, right...?"

I agreed.

Slowly the energy in the room normalized, and I felt everything reach the equilibrium from when we first entered. I cradled her head against my shoulder, then moved my arm as she lifted herself to a sitting position.

She sat up and stretched. Her back popped, making me wince. "Guess we ought to get dressed, huh?"

I looked over her, taking in her silhouetted form in the darkness, wishing I could turn on a light but not wanting to break the moment and embarrass her. "Guess so..." I said reluctantly.

She leaned in and kissed me again. "But just until Dad gets here."

I smiled, and she must have been able to tell in the moonlight. "Don't worry," she said as she crawled to the foot of the bed and stood up. "I'll still love you after he comes home. And nothing," she added, wrapping her arms around me as I swung my legs over the floor and stood up, "is going to keep me from proving that after he goes to bed."

As she stooped to gather up her clothing, I closed my eyes, rocked back on my heels, and thought: Thank God we never found that remote.

So that's how it happened. I don't know if it makes sense, or even if it can make sense to you, but if nothing else it stands as my testament to 'why'. It turned out Dad had misplaced the remote; we found it in one of the kitchen drawers a couple days later. And no, for those of you wondering, he hadn't intended for us to go snooping and find that video. Dad's human, just like everyone else. He's got needs like everyone else. And he just happened to leave a porn video in the player in his bedroom. Knowing Dad, it'll be there for weeks and surprise him the next time he goes to watch something. Allie's convinced if we look hard enough we can find his stash. She's probably right, but I think I've seen enough. At least for the time being.

The world works in mysterious ways. I think some things are just destined to happen, no matter what we want, or think we want. But I also believe that, in the end, it all turns out OK. So far for us, it has. Eventually the universe makes fools of us all, one way or another. That night it just happened to be our turn.

And so, like fools, we fly.



The Story of Us



My wife and I had been married for almost 20 years. Last September while I was away from home for the weekend of paintball my wife lied to me and took a guy, along with another couple, up to our trailer. The sleeping arrangement was such that there was enough beds for the guy to sleep in his own bed but apparently he slept in the bed with my wife, a fact that she kept from me until I questioned her at length about the weekend. When she finally confessed that he had slept in our bed, I was very angry, betrayed and strangely turned on.

She maintained that it was all innocent and that no sex had taken place, but I couldn't believe that. I just kept picturing her fucking this dude and it was driving me crazy.

I loved her very much but we had drifted apart for awhile and this seemed to be the next logical step towards the demise of our marriage. 

In a rage I signed up for every online dating option there was and found several responses to be very inviting, including one from a gay man who informed me that he could "make me forget about that whore".

I have to explain that I was taken advantage of by an older man when I was 11 years old, and that event caused me to really worry that I was gay when I was younger. I didn't like to jerk off as I somehow associated that with being gay. This fact caused me some difficulty as I would get frustrated when I was horny. If I couldn't find a release I would tend to get rather moody, a trait that was not helping me get laid.

We decided to try and save our marriage by going to counselling. It helped me to deal with my anger, to get to a place where I was feeling more in control. By the end of our sessions, we were talking more openly about our sex lives and my wife started to understand that I had some real hang ups around my sexuality. We talked about this and I confessed that I would like to share a male partner with her sometime. 

We fantasized with our vibrator, even giving 'him' the name Mr. Purple. We would tell each how we liked to see him in our mouths. I would describe how he was fucking her as she sucked on my cock. It was fun but still all fantasy.

I'm kind of a detail oriented guy, so I started asking the wife what she fantasized Purple looked like? She was evasive but finally admitted that she thought he was a younger guy with long hair.

Over the Christmas holidays I mulled this over in my head. It would take some searching but there must be some bisexual long haired guy in his twenties who wanted to have this middle aged couple do him? Far fetched but I assumed that it couldn't hurt to look on CL.

I put up a posting similar to this;

"Mid 40s couple, married looking for a young, long haired, bisexual male to join us for safe sex. Discretion assured Ddf only please"

A week or more passed without a serious reply until I got a response from Billy.

"Hi, I'm Billy. I'm 21 years old, bi and Ddf. I have thought about your ad for a few days now and I'm thinking its really hot to be with an older couple. I'm a little overweight but I have long hair and I love to give oral. Please reply if you are interested."

I shared the response with my wife. She looked at me after reading my post and Billy's response.

"Are you certain this is what you want?"

"No, but I suppose there is only one way I am ever going to figure this out." I replied.

I replied to Billy that we were indeed very interested in meeting him. After exchanging a few emails, I gave him my cell number and we texted to figure out the last of the details.

I picked my wife up from work on that Saturday evening and we drove just to the outskirts of the city to the address Billy had provided. His parents were apparently away at a wedding for the weekend so he had invited us out to his place to get to know him better.

On the drive out we were both nervous and quiet. Occasionally we would eye each other, looking for some sign that we should back out.

"If we are not comfortable, nothing will happen. You or I, just have to say the word and that's it." I reassured her.

We arrived at the address provided to us, it was a respectable house on a quiet tree-lined street. 

After ringing the doorbell, a young man quickly opened the door. He seemed very eager and friendly. He invited us in and offered us a beer.

We settled in the family room and got to know one another a little better.

Billy was about 5'10", thick brown curly hair which was shoulder length. 

He apologized for having cut his hair recently explaining he was interviewing for jobs. 

He was a few pounds over weight for his height but he carried it well and it complimented his round face. I thought to myself that he probably drank too much beer, as he quickly polished off his beverage and asked us if we were ready for another yet.

Both Michelle and I politely refused as we had barely touched our first bottle yet.

As Billy was out in the kitchen grabbing a fresh beer, we discussed how we were feeling nervous and I was afraid she was going to chicken out.

So when Billy returned I knew I had to take control of the situation. 

Billy returned and was about to settle in his original seat, an overstuffed chair opposite to the couch we were sitting on. I stopped him before he sat down and asked if he would like to join us on the couch. He stopped and took a swig of beer and shyly looked at Michelle to gauge her reaction. To which she smiled, winked and patted the cushion next to her. I stepped aside and allowed him enough room to access the couch and take a seat beside my wife. 

Billy sat as he giggled nervously. I took the beer from his hands and set it down on the coffee table in front of us.

"Take off your shirt please." I quietly requested.

He hesitated and kind of gave me a blank stare, but then he began to pull his t-shirt up without any verbal protest. Michelle helped him pull it over his head and he kept the shirt in his lap.

"Kiss her now." I instructed as I sat down beside him on the couch.

Billy turned and faced Michelle. She smiled and leaned toward him with a devilish grin. Giving a quick look back at me, I nodded encouragement and reiterated, "Go on, kiss my wife. It's totally ok."

Their kiss was very awkward and sort of too wet. My wife looked amused by his obvious lack of skill, but instead of embarrassing him, she placed both of her hands on his cheeks and carefully eased him into a more gentle, less sloppy french kiss. 

I placed my hands on Billy's back and began to massage his neck and shoulders. I noticed that he still clutched his t-shirt all balled up In his lap.

I reached down to take it from him but he offered resistance, and I realized he was attempting to hide his hard on. 

"Michelle please take off your top." my voice broke the silence and they stopped kissing.

Michelle gave Billy a consoling smile and said, "We need to work on that kiss some more, Billy."

He apologized, explaining that he hadn't spent a lot of time "making out" with many girls, but he was quick to add that he really liked it. 

Michelle stood up and turned toward us. She began to slowly and seductively unbutton her blouse inches from Billy's face.

I put my arm around Billy and began to rub his chest, while my wife semi-stripped for him. She even spun around and teased us with a bit of a booty shake. I playfully smacked her bum, and Billy's nerves caused him to giggle out loud again. 

As Michelle turned back around I grabbed her and gently pulled her closer to us. Her naked breasts were right in Billy's face as I drew her in toward us. He wasn't able to resist and he fondled her, sucking gently on one of her erect, excited nipples. I leaned over his right shoulder and lightly nibbled on her other. Michelle laughed and threw her head back in delight as we both nuzzled at her breasts. She then put her hands on the back of our heads and pulled us in close.

I couldn't stop sneaking peeks at Billy as he suckled my wife's tit. His eyes were closed and he was obviously enjoying the oral sensation. My cock was bursting out of my jeans so I sat back to pop my fly and get some relief from the building pressure. Billy must be in a similar predicament, I thought to myself.

I reached around him and feel for his belt. To my surprise he had already unbuttoned himself and his rock hard dick was dripping pre-cum as it poked out the top of his pants.

I wrapped my hand around the head of his cock and gave him a steady squeeze. With that he let my wife right breast fall from his mouth and emitted a low moan.

Michelle took this opportunity to step back to observe us. She watched the pleasure in Billy's expression as I squeezed and released the head of his cock, repeatedly.

"Oh that is so hot!" Michelle said aloud in a lusty whisper.

She twisted her nipple with one hand while she unbuttoned her pants with the opposite. Her eyes greedily took in the sight of us, as I began to stroke the young man's cock. I locked my stare with her, and slowly stroked him for her pleasure.

Unable to refrain any longer, Michelle plunged her hand into her panties. She sighed with relief as she found her already soaked spot. 

I pushed Billy back onto the couch and tugged at his pants. He pushed his shoulders against the cushions to lift his hips, assisting me with his disrobe. As I pulled his pants down, his underwear came with them, and his cock sprang out. 

I stopped, his pants half on at his bent knees, looked at my wife with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on my face. 

She melted to her knees and brought herself back closer to us. I watched intently as she grabbed the base of his cock and without ever breaking her eye contact with me, took his manhood into her sweet mouth. Slowly, just the tip at first, but then she closed her eyes and buried it deep into her throat. 

Witnessing this, I had to marvel at how sexy she was and I instinctively grabbed my own hard cock.

I've never had a cock in my mouth and I have wondered what it might be like. I really enjoy performing oral for my wife and I assumed that it couldn't be all that different. At this point I thought I'd like to try it.

I knelt down infront of the couch and got my face in close with Michelle. She still has her eyes locked with me. She teased and seductively licked Billy's cock. She then leaned toward me and we french kissed with Billy's cock between us. 

Billy moaned and lifted his hips to grind into us as we make out with his cock. He then sat up on his elbows to take in the sight of us licking and sucking.

This went on for a few minutes before Billy started to get too close to orgasm and pulled away.

Michelle and I continued to kiss, kneeling on the floor in front of Billy. Stealing a look at him sitting on the couch, I reached to feel Michelle's crotch. It was very warm and I knew she was soaking wet with anticipation. 

I took her hand, assisted her to her feet and pulled her jeans down past her hips.

She had on a sexy pair of slinky panties that perfectly accentuated the curves of her beautiful hips and ass cheeks. Unable to resist a fondle, I reached behind her and firmly grabbed her ass with both hands. While I did that she pulled my jeans down my to my upper thighs and mimicked my maneuver with both hands on my bare ass. We both laughed and began to kiss again.

I was surprised when I felt warmth on my cock. I looked down and saw the top of Billy's head as he took me into his mouth. 

Instinctively I looked at Michelle to gauge her reaction. Her mouth was slightly open in amazement. She didn't return my eye contact right away. Instead her gaze remained on Billy as he sucked her husband's hard cock. Finally, she cast me a quick smile and dove back down to my crotch to give me a taste of what we just did for Billy. It was incredible, both erotic and sensual. Waves of pleasure made my knees weak. I revelled in the moment.

Billy passed my cock to Michelle and ran his hands over her body. One hand found her breast the other explored inside her panties to her hot wet pussy. Even her thighs were now slick with excitement. Billy penetrated her with his fingers and she responded to his touch by rocking her hips, encouraging him to find that spot that set her off.

Gradually Billy got the idea and he was rewarded by her cumming on his hand. I knew that she came hard because she forgot all about sucking my cock and she just held my cock head between her lips as she shuddered and groaned. Breathing heavy, her hips jiggled back and forth with abandon. Once the orgasm subsided Michelle resumed hungrily sucking me as she reached out to stroke Billy's raging hard on. 

"Stand up, Bill. I want her to try something." I said.

Billy awkwardly got up, taking the opportunity to fully remove his trousers.

I beckoned him back over to us, angled his hip to mine and pointed our dicks together at Michelle, who was now also kicking off her jeans. Once she was free of them, she came over to us on her knees and rubbed our cock heads together. Playfully sucking each on it's own then trying to fit them together into her mouth without much success. She managed somehow to get us accommodated but it didn't look easy. 

I stepped back to rid myself of my remaining clothes. We then pulled Michelle up onto the couch and began kissing and rubbing her all over. Both of us kissed her neck and shoulders. I was on her right side and Billy on her left. The dual neck kissing started to really get her going again and she forced our hands down into her panties, to her ready hot clit.

"Ok Bill, sit back in the corner of the couch." I ordered him.

As he complied, I helped Michelle up and got her to kneel on the couch facing Billy, between his knees. I gently urged her to bend forward and she reached to support herself one hand on the backrest the other on Billy's shoulder.

I slid her panties down to her knees as the two of them began to softly kiss. I gave her bum a few light slaps, and I heard her hum pleasant growls of approval.

I pushed her head down to get her to stick her ass out and she found Billy's cock with her mouth.

I kissed her over her hip and down over the most sensitive part of her ass cheek to her sweet pussy. 

I was excited to finally taste her, running my tongue softly over her clitoris, then lapping fully over her swollen pussy lips. She moaned and wriggled her panties the rest of the way off past her knees. Now she could grant me full access, so I could continue to perform with proper technique. I began to earnestly suck and lick at her clit. Now she forgot about Billy's cock as she focused on the waves of pleasure that washed over her. In an absent minded effort she slowly stoked Billy's cock while I brought her to the edge of another orgasm. Billy sat forward and began kissing her neck and shoulder. He grabbed her breasts as he slid his tongue down her collarbone, bringing her fully into her second climax. 

After the orgasm ended, I took my position directly behind her and pushed the head of my cock against her pussy. It was tight from her climax although I have never felt my wife so wet. After a little pressure I slowly began to slide in. Just little by little I continued to penetrate her. I could still feel her convulse a little from her last orgasm. 

"Ohhhh yeah!" Michelle sighed as I buried myself deep inside her.

I put my hands on her hips, slowly fucking her from behind, eventually she went back to sucking on Billy's cock. This was all very blissfully sensual and I lost track of time until Billy's whispers got my attention. 

"Oh I want your pussy, I need to fuck you. Let me fill you up with my hard cock, please. I'm aching to feel you.." He softly cooed into her ear as her head bobbed more frantically up and down in his lap.

Hearing that nearly sent me over the edge and I had to stop thrusting to avoid cumming right then. Michelle didn't seem to notice as she blew Billy with building gusto. The sloppy sounds of that young hard dick popping in and out of her eager little mouth. 

She stopped only briefly to demand, "Fuck me, keep fucking me. Give me that cock."

I went back to fucking her from behind with a renewed vigour. Billy now took her head in his hands and began to carefully fuck her face. Pulling his dick into her throat so that his balls almost hit her chin. 

Michelle was now wetter than I had ever experienced before. The sounds of her sloppy blow job and our sopping wet fuck were driving me wild. I loved that we were sharing such a powerful sexual experience.

I felt her tense up and a shudder run down her back as she thrust her ass out taking every inch of my cock in deep. As if on cue another powerful orgasm seized her and rocked her body.

"Oh god! Oh yes, don't stop." She begged. 

I could feel her wetness rolling down my shaft, hot at first then the cooling sensation as it dripped off my balls and onto my inner thigh. I kept the rhythm up for a bit until her orgasm waned. I withdrew and fell onto the couch beside them.

After a minute her spasms subsided and Michelle regained her composure. In spite of herself she giggled in sheer delight. She closed her eyes, relaxing she collapsed down onto Billy's thigh. His stiff cock languished by her face and she ran her fingertips lightly down his shaft and over his balls which were pulled up very tight to his body. She could tell this poor guy need to get some release. His cock was pulsing with anticipation, and she thought to herself how great it would feel to have this young stud mount her and fuck her hard, until she came again. 

She looked up at him and in her best sexy voice said,

"Billy, honey, my pussy is so wet and hot for you. I want your hard cock inside me, I want you to fuck me. Will you fuck me and suck my husband's cock at the same time? I want him to fuck your face while I ride your fat cock."

Hearing her talk like that drove me crazy, it obviously affected Billy in a similar fashion as he frantically began fishing for the condoms he left in his pant's pocket. 

Michelle sat up and kissed me sweetly as Billy searched for his prophylactic. We smiled and shared an unspoken, wide eyed moment of; "oh my god I can't believe this is so hot and it is actually happening!"

She asked me in overly innocent voice "Is it ok if he fucks me? If he takes that hard cock and fucks my wet pussy? 

"Do you want that young hard cock to fuck your tight wet pussy?" I ask her teasing.

Demurely she nodded while biting her bottom lip.

I got to my feet, grabbed her wrist with one hand and the nape of her neck with my other. Roughly I pulled her up, encouraged her to stand. I placed one of her feet up on the couch seat, Captain Morgan style, then playfully slapped my cock against her clit a few times. 

Bending at the knees I carefully slid my cock up her thigh and penetrated her slowly. I withdrew and then repeated the action.

"Watch this Bill, I want you to fuck her just like this." I carefully placed my hands one on her thigh, the other on her hip and again demonstrated the speed of thrust for him.

Finding the condom, Billy had quickly donned it and as he approached us I stepped back and guided him to where I had been standing. I held his cock and smacked her clit with it. I spit in my hand and made sure the condom was good and lubricated. I swung around and knelt on the couch behind Michelle. Positioning my cock between her ass cheeks, I reached around and found Billy's cock, then guided it toward her waiting hole. 

They both groaned with extreme pleasure as they started to fuck. I pushed my cock up and under to feel their sex. Our cock shafts rubbed together as he moved inside her. As he withdrew I plunged in, shallowly fucking her from behind with a few quick strokes before Billy was ready to enter her again. When I withdrew I hovered over her hole waiting for Billy to enter her. His cock sawed past mine and he filled her again slowly up to his balls. Holding a few seconds he bounced her just as I had instructed, then began the process over. 




The Story of Us



Ever so slowly I noticed that their tempo was steadily increasing and their grunts and groans became more desperate. 

From behind, I wrapped my arms around Michelle holding her tight and still, slightly pushing her onto that cock as it methodically fucked her. 

"Slow down, Bill. I don't want you to cum yet." I cautioned.

"I... I just can't. She feels so good. I just want to bury my cock deep." Blurting out as he gripped her thigh and hip. He fucked her now with automatic pelvic thrusts that told me he wouldn't be able to contain his enthusiasm for much longer. 

"Whoa boy, settle down." I said as I gently pushed him back from the brink by placing a hand on his chest and off-balancing him slightly.

He apologized and I instructed him to take a seat on the couch, where Michelle straddled him. She grabbed his cock and quickly slid it back into her pussy. She lowered herself steadily down, taking him deep, tossing her head back and feeling every inch of his rock hard cock. She wiggled at the apex of her thrust and then slowly drew herself off again hovering with only the head of his cock never leaving her. 

I again positioned myself behind her, watching Billy's hard member sliding in and out of my wife's hot, ready cunt. I marvelled at the beautiful sight of their sex. I rubbed my dick between them feeling their wet heat. I played with her sexy ass as I pressed my cock up against her asshole. I let the head of it rest there as I spit onto it for lubrication. Michelle stopped briefly, allowing me to slowly penetrate her ass. It was so tight i could feel our heartbeats together as if it was one united pulse. Billy's cock twitched as he strained against the tightening situation continuing to pump Michelle's pussy. I matched their rhythm, while being cautious not to go too hard or deep. 

"Oh oh oh, just like that. I love two hard cocks in me. Keep fucking me just like that... Oh, I think I'm gonna cum again. You want me to cum on two cocks at once? Yeah, ok? Ummm yes... Oh oh ah oh... I'm going to fucking cum on both... oooooh ahhh... oh my god..." Michelle squealed and then with a soft growI felt all her muscles tighten and contract several times quickly in succession. The tension forced me to withdraw from her, but Billy just kept hammering away at her pussy, keeping her orgasm rolling for several more moments.

I knelt back on the couch watched them as they slowed, then I moved my cock up to Billy's face.

His mouth was open and his eyes were shut. I brought my cock up to his mouth and tapped it on his lips. Opening wide he began sucking my dick while he and my wife continued their hard fuck. 

"Oh yeah... Suck my husband's cock while you fuck me, like you are our little bitch. Taste my ass in him? Take his cock deep, get up there and swallow it." Michelle dirty talked for us, as she held my hips to his face. 

"You little whore, you are gonna take all my husband's cum. He is gonna cum all over your gorgeous face. You're gonna take it, and you're gonna like it. You'll beg him for it. You nasty little man slut. Take it deep and keep sucking until he cums... Oh yeah like that, little bitch. Don't stop fucking my pussy while you swallow his load. Don't stop. Not even for a single second." She purred into his ear.

With her talking all dirty like that, in no time at all I felt my orgasm building to a crescendo. I quickly pulled my cock out of his mouth and with two strokes came hard all over his face. This was the tipping point for Billy. Unable to contain himself for one second longer, he bucked wildly under Michelle filling his condom with spunk, then collapsed, his young cock spasming repeatedly inside my exhausted wife who now happily glistened with sweat.

We all snuggled as we basked in the afterglow and finished our beers. Giddy from the unusual amount of excitement, we discussed the future possibility of meeting up at our house in a couple of weeks. This continuing adventure was going to be fun.